#so now i guess i'm just very sensitive??? to weight lifting????

[asterdeer]

i am TRYING to do workouts with weights to eliminate my genetically inherited batwings but it's really hard when doing three rounds of veyr basic weightlifting makes your elbow ligaments so sore that you can't straighten out your arms after two days

[lemonandtheart]

Guess who only has one job now instead of two and is back! It's me!

I have made my own TMNT iteration! I'm still drawing out the comic. I've got a lot written but now I have to sketch the pages and line and color everything in. I'll hopefully keep making more fun little things to post before I'm done. The comic is going to be fully colored, so I made this reference sheet for the boys and April. I'll give some little fun facts of my iteration too.

April:

I think she should be allowed to be more girly. She's still just as brave and tenacious, she's just going to do that while wearing cutesy clothes. I also feel my April is a girls girl and as much as she loves her boys she prefers the company of other women. She's still into journalism and is going to college for it in my version, while getting a minor is computer science because 2003 April had a thing for machines just like Donnie and I want my April be able to benefit the team like that. She's also a little chubby as I am guilty of giving her my body type. April's nails are real and she paints them whenever they chip.

Leo: *Holds him gently* I am a Leo girly through and through. In my iteration he's 18 and his brothers never let him forget he's the adult but only when things are going bad so he has to take the fall. He's got very bad anxiety because he's fully aware that every action he takes could result in someone getting hurt or dying and it freaks him out and makes him very cautious and overprotective. All of the boys have fangs, but his left one is too big to fit properly in his mouth. He also has a hero complex where he feels an intense desire to be a hero and save people. He feels like he's always steps away from failure so he makes up for it by giving everything his all all of the time.

Raph: My Raph is more of a jokester than a menace. His face just looks like that by the way, he's actually in a very good mood in my reference picture haha. He enjoys sports and weight lifting, but he also enjoys working with his hands in crafting and knitting. He's knit all of Donnie's sweaters. He likes the quiet when he's home and loud exciting get-your-hands-dirty action when he's not. He's the closest to normal out of all of them, just a slightly angsty and sarcastic teenage boy who wants to throw hands and fool around. Ride his motorcycle and kick ass. He has an intense and deep love for his family, like all Raphs do. He would take a bullet for each and every one of them. He enjoys coming home bloodied if it means that no one else got hurt. His favorite way to interact with his brothers is to lovingly bully them.

Donnie: My Donnie must be wearing long sleeves, long pants, socks, and shoes at all points in time. I stole this from me as well, as I'm autistic and so is he and I have to dress like that unless it's too hot out. His feet are highly sensitive and he will cry from overstimulation if made to walk barefoot. He can feel every rock and it hurts. Sometimes he can feel the rocks through his shoes even. He wears shoes in the house, also like me (I have inside shoes and so does he). He doesn't emote much, his face naturally settling into o_o. He's very good at lying because he's so stone faced. He often throws Mikey and Raph under the bus for bad things he does and no one ever figures out it was him that did it. He's got lots of tech and spends most of his time in his lab. Mikey often bothers him, so he made an AI to respond on his behalf and add any potential activities Mikey wants them to do together into his calendar. Mikey does not know he's not actually chatting with Don.

Mikey: In my version, when they mutated they were all already different ages. Mikey was a literal baby, not even able to sit up on his own yet. He's treated with little brother privileges and he gets away with so much. He's a menace, getting away with everything because he's got a cute face and his little brother status makes it very hard for them to say no. They all speak varying degrees of Japanese because they learned it from their dad. Mikey uses Nii-chan to get whatever he wants. He is a master manipulator and can cry on command. The only way they can tell if his tears are real or not is if he throws up. If he throws up, they're real. He's needy and bratty and wants to be the center of attention at all times. If not enough eyes are on him, he causes problems and pulls pranks to get negative attention. Despite all that, he's incredibly sweet and caring. He's a bleeding heart. He thinks of April as his big sister, even though no one else does. Later, he gets matching bracelets with April and she gives him makeovers and when she paints her nails she paints his too. Like 2003 Mikey he likes to dress up and play roles and be silly.

[missamyrisa2]

Curve of the side above the hip you say 🤔 then I guess Miss Amy just revealed the perfect spot to tickle and tease if she was ever interrogated. I wonder how long you would last if soft nails and feathers teased that spot while voices cooed and gave you tickle talk in your ears. I wonder what info you would give up to make the overstimulation stop. Or would Amy love it so much that to really get her, we need to add the dreaded belt taps and tickle jobs 😏

okay okay okay okay okayyyyy~ I don't liiike that you absolutely picked up how I sooo often talk about tickling the very spots and using the very methods which I dread most~~ I would be writing whole novels of information about things that don't exist if someone was interrogating me with bullying tickles on that spot. And the thing isss it's even hotter and worse to be still fully clothed and attacked there because it's that extra layer of taunting, like yeah you still have all your clothes but alllll we have to do is open this spot and you're actually entirely utterly vulnerable ~

and of courseeee mmmh you had to add the taps ~ ooh let's just destroy myself ~

My lips babble out another string of words confessing to the hidden secrets of ice cubes and how world domination is plotted by using traps to throw them down everyone's shirts ~ information, for sure, but not what my interrogators believe I know. They nod knowingly, cooing and fawning over how pink my sensitive skin has grown. The woman at my side hears the "tickle her" command again and complies ~ she looked so innocent and sweet when she came in the room but that visage is of pure malicious teases now, probably years of frustration and desire being worked out on my side. Her manicured nails skitter on that spot, the edge of my bouncing tummy between the ribs and hip but closer to the hip. She alternates with that wicked fluffy purple feather. I'm screaming out, words that aren't words ~ embryonic sentences ~ spill from my giggle gasps~ she glances at the beltline of my denim skirt and spies the little gap between material and skin ~ that silly flower-shaped belt buckle has a weight which pulls my skirt down and my silly big hips just help to create a gap~ I shake my head no and whimper with her immediately smirking and nodding as the feather goes in to probe the gap~ gliding on that impossibly sensitive dip around my hip~

Confessions of creating tickling as a means to beat guys at video games. Information about secret code words to get into Taylor Swift concerts which involve reciting whole episodes of Fullmetal Alchemist and doing the clap on the doors because all her security guards are part of an elite bunch of actual alchemists. They chuckle and delight at my words and the way my body displays so many panic responses. But worst is when they finally acknowledge it, turn towards the reaction that has been building in my outfit. I couldn't even call it a princess part. The hip dip tickles and her knowing smirks have upgraded me to a queen part, and there's no mistaking it. An older woman looking like a massage specialist is already warming up her fingers with some lotion. I quiver and whimper and beg and plead. The words aren't words again as I'm gasping and groaning ~ yet growling in protest as she gingerly lifts my skirt and casually seizes my throbbing part. My interrogator means it as a taunt, and lucks into an even worse sensation than the impossibly soft hands grasping my arousal ~ she taps the flower buckle once and I scream out a giggle. The knowing look between these ladies says it all. They no longer care at all about the assignment. And yet ~ they insist I know so much more ~ as that dark nail starts tapping each petal of the metal to make me buck and thrust ~ and the skilled hand squeezes and pumps away while feathers are inserted all over into my skirt to taunt my ticklish body into absolute madnesss~

[the-firebird69]

They Don't Care About Us - Chinese Michael Jackson Live Performance #vlog

I went there as a street performer and I wanted to show him some things I was thinking a little dance around I heard him say it's me early on it's not much room behind me and now it's just no room in front of me it look behind me just like a million people it's in Asia and he said it's a million Man March and Asia so I told him some stuff and they said wow and it actually connected I needed to he said I was a punch how many how many are actually Chinese and I figured something out I can't tell it all what he's saying is Jason was up there in the front and a couple others and fruitcake got hit and he was there he's telling me who they are but that was a lot of people and it was worth it and it was recent and I noticing something it's about Diana and he says the name is about people who steal from the gods like fire and Prometheus and they all were in our but really it's about our race and the people don't care about us and it's kind of scary and I can see they're upset about theirs getting hurt and I always get hurt and they celebrate almost and he says they're Giants I'm not really that big I guess I'm about 7 ft but really they all have a problem with it and I see what he's saying he's got a whole bunch of stuff lumped on him he says I do too cuz I'm black and it's true it's very similar this way he'll see if he tries to do Acts he's very sensitive and mean sometimes and angry he's a ruler he's going to be out of his mind but he hears it all day long she might be able to take it unless they put him on the spot but sometimes it gets out of it when he's on the spot in front of people it could be different than what people think you know the situation he says if someone yells something and it depends with the crowd is like and he's big and he's lifting stuff and say he's a menace he probably most likely say these weights hate it and keep moving them around and people will laugh that's a professional thing to say he's been doing it for a long time so have I in the cross can be very bitter and heinous and say look they're using us and you're not doing your job why are we to blame you're having us do it too and they say things like you're the one doing it so you have it you're the one that's having us to it and you're lazy go find the max they have the stuff and they say we can't they're in the way and they're saying we are just like I don't think so so now it is they don't have any excuse and they have to go fight them back in the days put us in the middle it was a living nightmare and he's like he's still in the middle and people won't leave him alone about it. And he feels bad for them because there are things that they're going to get them and my other nephew have some really hot stuff I guess and I didn't know about it and people are talking about it and they're saying it's huge and ridiculous and more and now they're saying they have hope and where it's kind of my area it says yeah it is and they're going out there because of this gun and people are scanning and checking and suicide squad 2 will take place and more and it's all about that weapon that's so huge that you can't mount it on Tommy f largest ship

Michael Jackson

And yes it's me I haven't seen here as seen here

[julietsick]

hello hellooooo, maybe some paul atreides smut, i can be more specific if u want just lmk baby!!

whatever you want :: paul atreides

warnings: smut, vaginal sex, d/s dynamics, crybaby!reader, soft!dom!paul, a shit load of praise, modern!au.

summary: paul just wants to please his needy baby

word count: 1.1k

n: i didn't want this fic to be rusty, since to remember all the details i'd have to rewatch dune, so i just made this a modern!au (also im sorry if this is a bit rushed)

author’s note: stay hydrated, eat healthily, and, please, my dms are always open, message me if u need anything!! <3

paul wasn't paying attention to you. at all. he was on the phone with chani, talking about a biology project they had due soon, and you couldn't help but feel a tad bit jealous. you didn't even know why. you knew paul only had eyes for you. and chani was a very good friend. maybe it was because he was indirectly giving her more attention, and you knew that you weren't being fair, and that you were being completely petty. but you couldn't help it. not when your thighs were rubbing violently against each other, waiting and needing for some sort of friction. he was on his desk, you decided to get on his lap, just hug him, and innocently rub against him, surely he wouldn't notice. he was too focused on the terms of biology.

"what're you doin', baby?" paul paused his conversation with chani, his eyes meeting with yours. and you suddenly felt vulnerable under his gaze, him totally clueless to the wetness growing in your panties.

but then, he suddenly knew.

a wet patch was forming on his blue jeans, and he could quite feel it wetting his boxers of how deep it went.

"answer me, bunny." he insisted, with a condescending tone.

"nothin', jus' wanted to be close s'all." you squeak out, feeling suddenly embarrassed as you looked down at the wet patch in his pants, certain he has figured it out.

"i don't think s'nothing, dove. look at how wet my pants are, that wasn't me." he smirked, him now being on mute in his call with chani.

"y'know what, chani. i think i got it. i'm gonna turn off my phone so i might not answer, that okay?" he asked chani, now unmuted, and chani agreed, a smile evident in her tone, and they hung up the call.

"now, bunny. i can't help you if you don't properly ask me what it is you want, can i?" he said, moving the hair in your face out of the way.

"guess not." you huffed, not wanting to admit what you wanted, what you needed.

"so, then tell me, love." he pressed on, determined to make you confess.

"wan' your cock, sir." you begged quietly, feeling the weight of his cock pressing against your clothed pussy as you lay on top of him.

"well, whatever you want, bunny." he groaned at the name you gave him.

he swiftly lifted your shirt over your arms, revealing your baby pink bra, that you wore just for him.

"look at my pretty baby, so beautiful, and jus' for me, right?" he praised, his eyes trailing your covered breasts, and your pretty hips that were ever so slightly revealed, yet being covered by your pretty white shorts.

"jus' for you, sir. jus' for you." you moaned quietly, as his hands groped your breasts like a kid in a candy shop, it was a marvelous sight to see.

"that's my good girl." he smiles, unclipping your bra, revealing your beautiful tits to his eyes, and he was on cloud nine.

"wow, can't believe this is all mine, so pretty, my pretty little slut, right? mine." he spoke, mostly to himself, as if he was reassuring himself that you were his, and that nothing could come between you.

"hey." you said, raising his head with your hand. "i love you." you smiled, pecking his lips, making him grin.

"and i love you, baby." he peppered kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

he moved down to your neck, biting and nipping, leaving marks all over, leading his way to you nipples, licking and rubbing the sensitive skin with his hands. it was absolute paradise.

"god, sir. please, need your cock now." you moaned impatiently, the thought of paul's cock inside you becoming too persistent and reoccurring in your mind.

"anything for my pretty princess." he smiled smugly, knowing exactly the effect he had on you. enjoyed it, even.

he picked you up, and lay you on his desk, apparently the bed a few feet away not matching his taste. you lifted your hips from the desk a bit, just enough for him to be able to remove your shorts and panties, and the sudden cold air that invaded your core made you gasp.

it felt fantastic.

"look at this pretty pussy, can't wait to have it dripping with my cum." he whispered, admiring your body, every inch, ever spectacle that he could see. he was completely enamored by you. and you by him.

he took off his boxers, yet his t-shirt was still on.

"off. off." you whined a bit, tugging gently at the black fabric of his shirt.

"take it easy, bunny." he chuckled, lifting his shirt over his arms and discarding it on the floor, where your panties and shorts lay.

he wasted no time, quickly aligning himself with your entrance, his tip teasing your entrance carefully, not enough for it to be annoying, but enough for it to have small moans leave your mouth.

his thumb was moving in circular motions on your clit, your back arching slightly at the action.

"sir, please. please. i need you." you whined, your legs jolting uncontrollably, at the lack, but also at the amount of pleasure engulfing your body.

at that mere comment, paul thrusted into you completely, not giving you time to adjust, truly, to his size and length. you felt every vein, every bulge, and it was absolutely heavenly. you were so tight around him, like a vice. he was dripping in pleasure and lust. wrapped around you, he truly was happy.

"so tight around me, bunny. feeling so good. gonna make me cum so much" he was thrusting wildly and sloppily, but that was exactly what you needed.

anyone who would walk in that room would see the most obscene image. you, sat down, legs trembling on top of paul's desk, him thrusting in front of you, eyes closed, head thrown back, adam's apple on full display as choked moans left his mouth. it was absolutely dirty and vile.

"shit! paul, 'm gonna cum." you warned, the coil in your stomach being for it's release.

"go on, cum for me baby. gonna be coming in that pretty cunt of yours with you." he groaned roughly, his dick twitching inside you, throbbing, actually.

your orgasms washed over you both like tide waves, harsh and unsettling. every time he thrusted in you to help ride his high, it just intensified yours even more. and he knew what he was doing. he knew it full well.

"i wanna hit you from the back now." he stated, as he slowly removed his cock from inside you, your juices mixed together coming out and dripping your thighs.

tags!:

@dylwrites

[engeorged]

The Restaurant Part Two

A chink of light burst in through the curtains and woke Josh up. He'd had a wierd dream. He dreamt that huge marshmallows were chasing him totally naked through the streets and the only way he could stop it was to eat it. Then no sooner had he crammed the last of the mallow into his mouth another one came tumbling round the corner. The dream felt like it had lasted for hours and hours and his belly was swollen out of all proportions, even though he had absolutely no difficulty in stuffing the next one into his mouth. Groggily he went to push the covers away and get up, but on the way down knocked the top of a large mound and grunted as though he had been hit in the middle. Memories of the previous nights binge started to flood back to him as he pushed himself up with considerable effort and waddled over to the mirror.

''Fuck!'' was all he managed to say as the incredible sight of his new pot belly smacked him in the face. His gut had gone down since the previous night, but it was still no where near his original size. Looking at himself naked in the full length mirror he took in the full extent of what had happened. His pecs were still in tact and his thick thighs had not changed. All that was different was that his gut now started straight under his ribs and jutted out in front of him. The result was a perfectly formed ball, solid and firm, and still incredibly swollen.

Shaking his head in disbelief he turned to see if Dave was still in bed, but his side of the bed was already vacated. He wandered to the bathroom, and took a long satisfying piss, checking himself once more in the mirror. But alas, it was true, the gut was still there. He weighed himsefl on the scales, 263lbs!! That was an increase of 19lbs. There was no way that this could be happening but the facts were all there staring him in his chiselled face. He reached his hand down to caress his belly, and found it incredibly sensitive to touch. Not painful but nice. He rubbed his hand over it and discovered to his horror that that ache he was feeling wasnt pain from the swolleness of his gut but that he washe was feeling ever so slightly hungry.

''You've got to be kidding, I am not going to be able to eat anything for months till i get rid of this thing.'' He muttered to himself. In the distance, he heard the door bang and Daves cheerful voice coming up the stairs. ''You up? I've been to get some breakfast!'

Josh headed downstairs, putting his bath robe on on the way. Turning into the kitchen, he saw Dave unpacking 5 or 6 bags of shoping on to the counter with his back facing him. He heard him come through the door and turned, revealing an equally swollen gut. ''Isn't this wierd? What the fuck happened last night man?'' He exclaimed, lifting his t-shirt up to show his tanned ball. ''I got a few strange looks in Tesco I can tell you!''

''So this is for real? I'm not dreaming.'' said a very confused Josh.

''Damn right its real!'' Replied Dace, starting to cook some bacon ''You famished too?''

''Woah, Wait one minute!!! Are you saying that you're OK with this?'' He said gesturing at his abdomen.

''Well I guess. I mean its here now right, I'm gonna have some fun with this baby for a week or so and then hit the gym. I've been trying to keep my weight low for like ever and now I've got this thing, I'm gonna see what its like for a while. Now, do you want some breakfast or not? I'm just gonna get the milk out the car.''

Stunned, Josh stood there and watched Dave leave. What he'd said had made sense. The gut was there now and there wasnt a lot he could do about it so why not have some fun, It'd only be for a week and besides, there was no way he could eat the amount he'd eaten last night again. What harm could be done. As if to punctuate his decision, the microwave pinged. He walked over and opened it and saw the 12 hot croissant inside. They smelled divine, slowly he reached out and took one. Placing itin his mouth, he felt the same feeling as the previous night and before he coudl stop himself, he'd finished it and was reaching out for a second. By the time Dave came back, they'd all dissapeared down his throat.

''You know it makes sense, now help me cook us a breakfast! This baby needs filling.''

With a shrug to indicate 'whatever' Josh began to help unpack the food and Dave had bought a lot of it. Pastries, meats, cheeses, yougurts and huge freshly baked breads. When it was all laid out on the table, Dave reached over and grabbed Josh's jaw. he opened his mouth and stuffed a donught in. Josh swallowed it hungrily. 'That's the spirit, now dig in!' he roared and dived greedily into the food. 'Every man for himself!' The pair tore into the food, with a renewed passion, stuffing whole rolls into their mouths without bothering to butter them. All Josh could think about was this immense hunger he had, like a hole deep inside his body that had to be filled. The table was packed with food but it was vanishing quickly into the growing men. Pastries went first follwed by the meat. Washing it down with a gallon of milk as if it were nothing. Each totally engrossed.

As soon as it had had started, the binge finished. The pair having eaten the mammoth meal as if it were a childs lunch box. Both now had straining guts the size of the previous night. Drenched in sweat, they sat panting, totally stunned at their appetites. Straining, they looked at each other.

'Fuck! There is no way this is real!' Exclaimed Josh, looking on down on his vast sphere, poking out of his dressing gown. 'There is no way I can fit into any of my clothes now. And I'm still Fucking hungry!'

'Yeah I know! It's incredible! Do you think someone is doing this?' Dave pondered, but before he had chance to follow the thought through, Josh's watch beeped.

'Shit! It's 9 o clock, we're late for our lectures!' Jumping up he sped to the bathroom, slowing down as soon as his straining stomach started to protest. 'Man, I can't move!' He struggled up the stairs and pulled on a pair of tracksuit bottoms, but found that they wouldn't sit around his waist. Leaving them under his gut he pulled on his gap hoodie which was way to large for him any way, but even that seemed to be too small, and sat, stretched around his gut, leaving a good inch of navel on show. He pulled on his shoes and checked his hair in the mirror and went downstairs to the car where Dave was busy moving his seat back so his paunch wouldn't push up against the wheel. Miraculously, they made it to uni with 3 mins to go and each went to his various lectures.

'Meet you in the refrectory at break!' Dave shouted down the corridor.

Josh nodded in agreement and started making his way to his bio chem lecture, turning the corner he bumped straight into the captain of his rugby team. At 6'5 and 280 lbs Ben was a massive guy and built like a barn door, he was wearing his trademark rugby shirt and some old faded jean. His short dark hair and deep brown eyes along with his thick meaty thighs and arms, were the reason Josh had joined the rugby team in the first place. Josh had had a really big crush on Ben for the first 6 months but he'd become a real good friend since. He had tried out for England the year before but had failed to get in as his train was late for the final interview but he was still an excelent rugby player and his size meant he was a excelent weapon on the field. 'Shit, sorry.' he said bending down to help Josh to pick up his papers and banged his head on his belly. 'Woah man whats this?' he asked in his deep voice, his northern Irish accent breaking through. Reaching up he placed his hand on Josh's stomach and gave it a hearty shake. 'I know I said bulk up for the game against Leeds next week, but I didnt mean that much!! You look 6 months pregnant!! Lay off the beer for a few weeks man! Anyway, need to shoot, but don't forget the practise at 3. And remember we're going to go to the pub afterwards, but maybe you'd better stick to the diet coke!' He added as he ran off down the corridor. 'S'ok man, see you later yeah'

He turned and made his way to the lecture theatre. He notised that he was still feeling incredibly hungry, and had had some severe hunger pains, rumbling around his gut. Just before he walked through the door he saw the drinking fountain and decided to have a quick drink. Maybe that would decrease his hunger a bit. He bent down awkwardly and put his lips to the tap pushed to button and gusled hungrly. Suddenly, one of guys, Rick, from the rugby team came up behind him and turned the fawcet for the fountain full on. Water rushed into Josh's mouth at a huge speed. All he could do to prevent himself choking was to swallow. 'Hey man, thats for stealing my clothes at practise last week!' the jock laughed. After 30 seconds he stopped laughing and stared at Josh who was still guzzling at the water. 'Dude, you can stop now! It was only a joke.' He glanced down in disbelief at Josh's gut which seemed to be distending before his eyes. 'Shit man, thats enough! Are you stuck down there or something?' panicing, he tried to pull Josh away

from the fountain, but he wouldnt seem to budge. Josh was a big guy and seemed to be well and truly caught. All the time the fast flowing water was surging into his belly and inflating it up even further. 'Hey, Ian, Amir, come and help me. Josh is stuck to the water fountain.' The two guys ran over and began to pull Josh away. With a huge effort the tugged him free. All four men ended up on the floor, sprawled out on top of each other.

Josh layed on his back and shook his head. When the water started flowing, he couldnt help himself. The hunger again took over him and all he could think about was draining the tap dry. He looked up to discover that he could no longer see anything, as his extensive gut was vlosking everything from his view. His gut had swollen up to nearly twice the size of the previous night and looked like it was about to burst. His skin stretched so tightly it was starting to look shiny and his jumper had ridden up to below his ribs and was revealing the massive expancive ball that had replaced his six pack.

The guys helped him sit up with great effort and he sat on the floor, legs outstretched with his gut sat in between. He could even hear the water sloshing around inside him.

'Holy fuck man, I'm sorry.' Rick garbled, all the colour drained from his face. 'What the fuck have I done? It was only a stupid prank.'

'Dont worry about it,' Josh lied 'I'll piss this off in about an hour, I've always been a good drinker. Now shut up and help me up.'

Rick and Ian held out thier hands and heaved him up. Stood on his feet, Josh felt the water migrating around his stomach, sloshing and gurgling he made his way into the lecture theatre, his hunger temporarily subsided. He crammed himself into the small seat, his belly sitting on top of the desk and got out his laptop. The lecturer walked in and took a double take at the beached whale sat on the front row. 'It's a good job we're talking about nutritional values today. I can see some of you need to start learning how to eat.'

The lecture lasted for a good 2 hours, during which, Josh grew increasingly uncomfortable, for 2 reasons. Firslty, the lecturer was talking about food, and this made his appetite start to creep back and the hunger pains seemed to start up again. Secondly, the water was working around his system and his bladder was filling up. He was desperate for a piss. He even thought he could see that the bottom half of his belly was more rounded out that the top. It was as if his bladder was stretching out to accomodte the gallons of water contained in his body. When the class had finished, Josh squeezed his way out of the class room and half ran, half rolled to the toilets. He made his way to the cubicle and unbuttoned his fly. His sizeable erect cock, which was overly engorged with blood, flopped lazily out and he took it in both hands and started to piss. He groaned with relief. His urine was totally clear and gushed out way more than ever before. He had to lean his head round to make sure he was aiming in the bowl as his belly obstructed his view. Another guy came next to him and started to piss too. He took a glance at Josh and gasped. 'Hey man, guess you needed that huh? Drank a lot last night did we?' Before Josh had finished, 4 other guys came and went. When the stream finally subsided, he shook himself off anfd tucked himself away, notising that his gut had gone down considerably, he was now able to pull his jumper down. Well that was at least till he breathed out and it rode up a few inches again. Washing his hands, he left and made his way to the refrectory to meet Dave. . .

[black-owl-nebula]

Writing tips: one-armed characters

As promised, I'm gonna do a character tip for people born with one arm! I see a lot of people write pretty well amputee characters but I rarely ever see characters who were just born without one arm. Specifically, with no second arm at all. Obviously, a lot of this is personal experiences, but it could be very useful even if you take just some of these tips!

1. Being born with one arm is different from becoming amputated, mainly, in the adaptability part. There are many things I can't do like any amputee, but I never have to actually think about adapting myself. I was always very quick in finding ways to immediately do something in a way that ends in the same result as someone with two arms. It's not that people who are amputated are less good with adapting, it's more like when you're born with one arm you don't have to adapt out of your mind that you used to function with two arms. I never had two arms so I don't need to think about how I used to do it vs how I can do it, now, based off of my previous experience. I just think about how to do it. Idk if this is too complicated but you can ask me questions about that lol.

2. I know a lot of people prefer to have a prosthesis, but like the other post describing the eye prosthesis, it's mad expensive, like thousands of dollars and I haven't worn mine since I was a pre teen (at the time, it was over 600$CAD). Both because it's expensive but also because I really didn't have much use for it because I personally was able to adapt myself pretty easily without it.

3. Another thing, people with a missing arm have a higher chance of developing minor to severe scoliosis, if left unchecked. This is because since you have a lot more weight on one side because of your arm and may naturally tend to tilt your back towards your present arm's side. I had a lot of posture appointments as a kid, because of this and I do have minor scoliosis. Mostly I just can't stand for very long periods of time and my back is way more sensitive to back pain.

4. Speaking of, at least me personally, I have the tendency to almost never sleep on my left arm (btw that's the arm I have). Idk if others do but I don't because it's super bothersome and way more comfortable to sleep on my right.

5. The advantage to being born with one arm is that I also tend to be a bit stronger than average, even if I don't necessarily have a lot of muscle. I do everything with this arm so, I guess it always shock people that I don't need much help (unless I ask) to lift heavy things.

6. On that note, though, a lot of people will try to "help" me, especially without permission. Like any other disabled person, I think it's extremely annoying. This is a psa to always ask if a disabled person needs help before helping them, it can be very humiliating especially when I can do it myself.

7. The inconvenience, though, especially for a lefty, is using things that are usually for right handed people. It's hard enough as a two-armed lefty having to use your other hand to do things, so imagine the awkwardness when I don't have the option to use the other arm lol. Sometimes I still can do it, but other times it's just impossible and a left-handed version is required. You might have to ask for this particular point.

8. Actually on a lighthearted note, smudging things I write/draw is 10× worse lmao since I use my wrist/side of my hand to stabilize my paper too. Left handed problems lol.

9. A silver lining is that I use my fingers feet and mouth (very occasional) to basically use as my "second arm". An example that comes to mind is picking up a ball. You'd think something so simple because all you need to do is use both arms, when it's a big ball, so I use my foot to stabilize the ball and pick it with my hand. Maybe I should do a video or something to properly explain but, imagine the way soccer players lift a ball up with their feet, but also I'm using my hand at the same time lol. Another is like, in video games, I can't play mouse+key but I can use my fingers to spread around the analog and buttons. Some controls I can't play with, but if I can change the control map, I'm good! But also maybe it helps that i have long fingers lol.

10. Also a lot of times people close to me forget I just have one arm. This is normal and I feel like it's a good thing because, at least to me, it tells me that they don't see me for my disability, but just for me. They see me be able to do things and forget that I'm actually adapting to a two-armed world. I love when people let me participate in something, even if I can't actually do it, because it makes me feel like they want me to just do the things they do and don't immediately push me away or discount me just because of my disability. Which can honestly be very hurtful, when people assume that I can't do something, especially when I can, and they won't let me participate just because I'm disabled. But when they think I can do it, whether I can or not, that's extremely appreciated, it makes me feel included.

11. As for jokes, as you can see in this post, I really don't mind making lighthearted jokes about my disability. Which, vice versa, I don't might light hearted jokes other people make. Obviously, insults are unnaceptable and don't make fun of us, especially shit about us being weak, that's just being ableist. Fun things like "on one hand [thing], on the other... I don't have one" or other stupid puns like that. Just lighthearted and funny.

Anyway, that's all I can think of, but if I think of anything else or YOU think of anything else, absolutely feel free to add on this post.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Personal Training (Choi Jongho + Song Mingi) Rated

Pairing: Dilf! Choi Jongho × Younger! Reader (Female) × Dilf! Song Mingi

Genre: Smut, Slight Angst, Fluff.

Summary: Wanting to get closer to her P.T for so long, who would have thought it would take his friend to be able to break the tension between them?

Word Count: 4.6+K

Warnings: Age differences (but still within legal boundaries), public sex, thigh riding, oral (male and female receiving), face fucking, orgasm denial, slight size kink, slight degradation, brief mention of the word 'daddy', unprotected sex (always use protection), creampie, threesome, Dom! Jongho, Dom! Mingi, Sub! Reader.

Taglist: @galaxteez @multidreams-and-desires @little-precious-baby @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @brie02 @deja-vux @daniblogs164 @couchpotatoaniki @a-soft-hornytiny

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"Oh god no."

The muscular male let out a long and exhausted sigh as he watched the perky and enthusiastic trainee wave at him as she poked her head at the entrance door to the gym. His athletic friend next to him heard his exhaustion and looked to see what the source of the trouble was.

"Who's that Jongho?" He pointed to the girl who was letting herself inside the gym, hassling a little when her bag got caught as the door was closing.

"That's Y/N, the newest person I'm training. You know? The one I told you about?"

The light bulb went off in his friend's head, recalling Jongho mentioning bits and pieces of information about the new trainee that enlisted his help. He looked back at the young woman, assessing her briefly with his eyes.

"She's cute."

Jongho shook his head as he picked up the weight he had dropped when he heard the excited voice call out to him.

"Yeah I know Mingi. Too cute." He grumbled.

The lively girl ran up to her P.T and the stranger that she had never seen before, but one look at him and she was just as mesmerized by him like she was with her trainer. He was taller than Jongho and although not as bulky as him, he still had a handful of muscles that were making her weak.

"So what are we working on today?"

Jongho gave her a puzzled look.

"Ummm we're not scheduled to train today Y/N. Remember? It's sort of a holiday, hence why the gym is empty." He reminded her, although it didn't surprise him that she'd show up just to see him.

"If we're not supposed to be here, then why are you here?" She counteracted his statement, arms crossing over her chest as her foot tapped against the floor mat.

Jongho looked over to Mingi, who looked like he was about to burst out laughing, lips pursed tightly to keep from making a sound.

"Me and my friend were actually just leaving now Y/N, so it was really pointless for you to come. Just go out, have fun with friends. Have a little cheat day if you even want." He tried everything to get the girl to leave, hoping she'd get convinced. He thought he made good progress when she slumped her bag over her shoulder, but he was wrong. Y/N wasn't about to let him go that easily.

"Then may I join you two? I don't have any plans for the day and I'd just...really like to spend some time with you today Coach." She bit her lip at him, hoping he'd get the hint.

Jongho's eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets, his friend turning around to take a sip of his water bottle as he slowly walked away from the pair, smirking to himself at how funny the situation was. Clearing his throat, Jongho stood up straighter and looked Y/N in the eye.

"I'm- I'm sorry Y/N, I think that it'll be best for you to go now."

He turned around and began picking up his stuff, trying to ignore the fact she was not only still standing behind him, but was actually coming closer to him.

"Do you not think I'm pretty coach? Am I not attractive enough for you? Have you never thought about me in that way.....even once?" He could hear the heartbreak in her voice, positive that if he turned to look at her, a childish pout would be plastered on her features. Indeed, as he glanced briefly back at her, her bottom lip was slightly quivering.

"I think you're very beautiful Y/N, but thinking about you in that way, much less getting into a relationship with one of my trainees is very unprofessional. So I think it's best if we keep our ties strictly business related. Plus..... I'm way older than you."

She shook her head at that,

"So? I don't mind the age difference and it could stay a secret between us if you'd like." She took his hand in her own, squeezing them as if her life depended on it, her eyes begging him to finally say yes.

"Y/N I..... I'm sorry. I can't."

Pulling his hand away, Jongho quickly gathered his stuff before rushing past her to make his way to the showers, leaving the helpless girl there stunned and with a hollow feeling. She looked at his figure that disappears with a heartfelt longing. She couldn't understand why he was so cold to her. There's no way he wasn't attracted to her, she'd caught him staring at her one too many times while she did squats and there was even that time where he nearly kissed her as he helped her do crunches. So why did he avoid her as if she had the plague. She didn't realize that she wasn't completely alone until she felt a figure looming behind her.

"Tsk tsk tsk. What a shame to leave such a pretty and young woman like that when she's practically throwing herself at you. He always was rather dense and stoic you know."

Placing his hands gently on her shoulders, Mingi rubbed his thumbs on the top of them, a slight smile tugging at one of the corner's of his lips.

"If I were him, I wouldn't hesitate to say yes to someone like you."

Y/N shuddered slightly when she felt his lips press against her ear.

"I'm not Jongho, but if you wanna forget about him for a few minutes, I'll be in the male sauna room. If you're interested of course." Even though she couldn't see his face, Y/N could practically feel his lascivious smile bearing down on her smaller figure, and it made her press her thighs together. Patting her on the bum with a firm grip, Y/N inadvertently exhaled a breath she didn't know she was holding in as she watched Mingi send her a flirty wink before making his way down the hall and out of her sight. Her teeth tugged at her bottom lip as she pondered over Mingi's words. She wasn't going to deny that he wasn't attractive. He was devilishly handsome, not to mention tall as hell and the size difference between them was making her soak her panties even more. And she had absolutely nothing else to do......

What was the worse that could happen?

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Hearing the door open then close immediately, Mingi smiled at the figure that had just came in, her body covered by the small towel tucked around her chest. Looking her up and down, Mingi not so subtly grazed over the bulge that was already poking out from underneath the towel tied around his waist.

"So you actually came. I'm actually quite surprised."

Patting his lap, he beckoned for her to come over and place herself on top of it, which she obediently did with no hesitation. When she sat down, the knot at the front of the towel came loose, nearly falling down, but luckily she caught it just in time before anything peaked out.

"Oh come now little one, don't be shy. Why don't you show me that pretty body of yours?" Mingi lifted his hands to her waist, smoothing out the cotton fabric that was keeping him from gazing upon her bare figure.

Lifting herself up just slightly, Y/N slowly peeled the towel off herself, letting it drop to the floor before perching herself back on top of Mingi's thick thighs.

"Oh geez. You're even more stunning than I imagined. Absolutely breathtaking."

Y/N closed her eyes as she let Mingi wander his large hands across her bare body. She felt embarrassed about being unable to contain her soft, murmured shaky breaths as he cupped both breasts in his palms and massaged them amply. She shuddered when his thumbs brushed back and forth across her nipples, highly sensitive to any touch placed on them. Mingi of course knew this and thus decided to take advantage of it. He tweaked and pinched at her tiny buds, enjoying the tiny shrills she was voicing out.

"If you're already like this with my hands on your chest, how will you be when I play with that pussy of yours my little one?"

Y/N emitted a long groan, her already aroused core secreting more slick that was pooling on the towel underneath her. She didn't think that nickname would affect her so much, but it was definitely doing something.

"Like being called that? Like being reminded that I'm not only taller but also much older than you doll?" And he hit on another one of her weaknesses, turning her into absolutely putty, even more so as his hand came down to brush against her mound.

"You really are something else doll. Jongho told me several things about you. Showing up in skimpy workout clothes just so he'd look at you, purposefully bending over so he'd check out your ass. Even asking him for help during stretching just so he'd lay his hands on you. By the looks of it, you're just a little slut that wants to get fucked so badly."

Y/N whined as his fingers came down to work on her clit, swirling around it in a slow and gentle pace.

"You're so dirty you even accepted to get fucked by your crush's best friend because you're that desperate." Mingi shook his head with a fake disappointment. His fingers started to go a little faster, rubbing fervently across her little button. Y/N's breathing started to quicken as well, her hips grinding against Mingi's thigh to the rhythm he moved his fingers on her clit.

"It kinda irks me to know I'm just a replacement for Jongho......" He let out an amused scoff as he suddenly halted all movements on her clit.

"Guess I'll have to fuck you so damn hard so you forget he even exists."

Y/N gasped when she was suddenly pulled off his lap so he could turn her to face him. Y/N's face turned a bright crimson color when Mingi pulled the towel off his waist, his cock springing free and standing erect. She couldn't stop staring. There was no mild way to put it: Mingi was huge. Bigger than anything she'd seen or taken in any of her holes. It scared yet thrilled her to think that cock would be in her at any moment. Mingi clasped a hand on her chin, making her turn her gaze back to his face.

"Glad to know you're drooling over my cock. "

Taking hold of her waist once again, Mingi guided her so she would be sitting right on top of his right thigh. He exhaled deeply when he felt her wet folds come in contact with his bare skin. He couldn't wait to feel her come undone all over them. Giving her ass cheeks a tiny squeeze, he dropped one hand down to strike against one of them.

"Don't just sit there little one. Rut yourself on my thigh like a bitch in heat." He ordered her.

Steadying her hands on top of his broad shoulders, Y/N began to grind her hips down onto his thigh. Mingi's thighs were extremely thick, toned, and the muscles were absolutely amazing for riding. Everytime she'd push herself up, Mingi would make sure to flex his thigh so that her bundle of nerves would be more stimulated. She kept a nice and easy pace so far, feeling bliss at rubbing her core all over his thigh. Mingi didn't seem too pleased though.

"Come on darling. I know you can do better than that."

Taking it as a challenge, Y/N gripped tighter onto his shoulders as started moving faster. She shut her eyes as her mouth began heaving out harsh pants. She rode Mingi's thighs as if it was the last thing she was going to do. His hands which were on her hips decided to take control, moving her down as they wanted her to. Mingi forced her even faster on his skin, his eyes fixed on seeing how her folds were coating the top of his thighs with her slick. And he could tell she preferred him guiding her pace, her breathing had hitched and become more intense when he took over her.

"Oh? Are you going to cum already?" Mingi chuckled when he noticed she started whimpering.

"I- yes." Y/N admitted shyly, her hands dropping from Mingi's shoulders to his chest, palms pressed against the top of his pecs.

"Damn. How horny and needy were you that you're about to come undone this fast?" Mingi teased her, to which Y/N pouted.

"Very."

Of course she was, Mingi thought. She came all the way over just to see if Jongho would fulfill her fantasy and fuck her, so no doubt she was horny since she left her house. Luckily for her, Mingi was a very giving individual.

"Then go ahead little one. Cum all over daddy's thigh."

Y/N let out a sharp and high pitched cry as she started to cum all over Mingi's thigh. He held her in place, continuing to rubbed his thigh against her clit to further heighten the sensation of her climax. Leaning his face forward, he placed tiny kisses in between her breasts as she started to recover from high she went through. With her back turned and Mingi's face buried in her chest, neither one of them noticed the door opening until the one coming in slammed it close behind him in am angry manner.

"What the fuck?!"

Both of them turned to see a very furious Jongho standing there, fists clenching and unclenching as he took in the state the two people in front of him were in. While Y/N looked horrified to see him there, Mingi had a shit eating grin plastered on his face as he gripped the girl closer to him.

"Nice to see you Jongho. Came to watch the show?" Mingi snickered.

"What the hell do you think you're doing with her Mingi? You're taking advantage of her!" Jongho accused in an indignant manner.

Mingi raised an eyebrow at him.

"I'm not taking advantage of her when she herself came to me willingly. Honestly I'm just doing what she wanted you to do to her."

Jongho widened his eyes at that.

"Wait what are you-"

"Come on! Stop acting dense man. You know she's been wanting you to fuck her since the day she met you, yet you barely even bat an eyelash at her. So I'm giving her what you won't and she's not complaining."

Lifting her up, Mingi turned her to face Jongho, setting her back on his lap as he made sure to spread her legs so his friend could see the mess that had already been made in between her thighs. Although he tried to look away, being faced with his trainees nude figure had an immediate effect on him, which his friend obviously noticed.

"Just look at her lust filled face, look at her wet pussy begging to be fucked and tell me- No.... tell her you still don't want her."

Jongho looked up to find Y/N staring at him with pleading eyes, her bottom lip caught in her teeth. He started to have an internal conflict with his mind and body, one reminding him to stop and turn around right then while the other screamed at him to just give in.

"So what'll it be Jongho? Are you really gonna leave this beautiful girl, who's lusting for you, just like that?" Mingi spoke up again.

Before Jongho could say anything, Y/N's voice finally piped up.

"Please Coach. Just this once? Don't you want to fuck me?"

Jongho stifled back a groan at her persistence, his resolve was growing even weaker, more so when he saw Mingi lean in and start kissing across Y/N's neck. He pressed his lips against her, murmuring something which she seemed to agree with. Next thing Jongho knew, Y/N got off Mingi's lap and went over to him, getting on her knees in front of him as her hands reached for the towel that was girded at his hips.

"Wait- what are you?"

"Just let her be man. She just wants to show you how much she wants you."

Jongho gulped when he felt Y/N's hand wrap around his base. Looking up at him, she started to pump her hand up and down his shaft, her thumb circling around his tip so his precum could help in easing the handjob she was giving him. Y/N hummed as her eyes fell from Jongho's face to his cock. He was so thick, thicker than Mingi, although not as long as his friend. Nevertheless, he was packing a lot and his size made her mouth water. She began thinking about how far it could reach in her mouth. Itching to find out, she brought the head to her lips, tongue dipping into the slit before swirling around it to coat it with her spit.

"Fucking hell.." Jongho gasped, hands coming out to cup her jaw as she eased her mouth down his length, not stopping until she gagged when she felt him hit the back of her mouth, surprisingly not just the man in front of her, but his friend who was anxiously watching in the back.

Y/N closed her eyes and hummed as she pulled off his length before sinking it back inside her. Every time she stuffed him back in, she made she to give his length a long suck that made Jongho moan out in ecstasy. He couldn't deny it, he was enjoying it. Enjoying watching as his hot, young trainee was slurping around his cock, head bobbing as her tongue stroked all over him, making sure that not one inch of him was left dry or unsucked. Her cheeks were stuffed with all of him, tongue too busy occupied with making him feel good. Too good in fact. Before Y/N could even realize it, Jongho was pulling her off him. He chuckled lowly when he heard her disappointed whine as he made her stand up again.

"As much as I would have enjoyed watching you swallow me, I think I'd prefer to cum inside that little hole of yours. If it's all right with you of course." Jongho smiled so innocently at her, thumb grazing over her upper lip as he pushed her back to sit down on the upper deck of the sauna, right next to Mingi. He moved her so she laying right in between them, parting her legs so he could drop his head to hover right above her mound.

"I know someone who would be more than willing to have you swallow his cum though." Jongho signaled towards Mingi, who shifts himself so his cock could be right in front of her face. He smirked at her surprised face, slapping each of her cheeks with his tip.

"That is if she can even make me cum." Mingi challenged, sparking the competitive side of Y/N.

"Trust me, you'll be spilling yourself in her before you even know it." Jongho assured him.

Y/N parted her lips and moaned as Mingi engulfed her wet heat with his long dick. He gave a few experimental thrusts, wanting her to get comfortable before he got rough about it. He loved playing that game, starting off sweet and gentle before face fucking his lovers until they were a complete and utter mess around him. He rested his fingers on the sides of her cheek, carefully guiding her movements so she could suck him as he liked. He was caught off guard when she suddenly moaned loudly around him, the vibrations being felt all over his lower half.

"Jongho can you at least give a warning?" Mingi had looked over to see Jongho already burying his face in Y/N's heat.

"Nope. I prefer the surprise factor." He winked over at him.

Parting her wet lips, Jongho licked a long stripe along her slit before laying his tongue flat against her little button. Alternating between flicking his wet muscle on her clit and then tugging it forward with his lips as they lightly nibbled on it, Jongho's ears were attentive as he tried to listen to any sound coming from her mouth that were currently muffled by Mingi's cock. But her body reactions were enough to let him know she was enjoying it, given how she'd grind her hips up closer to his face.

"Someone is enjoying getting eaten out." Jongho smirked as continued suckling onto her clit.

"Yeah so much that she can't concentrated on sucking me off."

Deciding that it was time to get her attention back, Mingi gripped her jaw as he pushed his entire length until she was choking around him, holding it there before pulling out. Y/N had just enough time to take a deep breath before he was plunging his cock back inside. She was spurting out garbled whines, drool starting to trim down the sides of her lips and falling on the sides of her cheeks. She was so stuffed with Mingi's cock while Jongho ate her out to the fullest and it only fueled the growing arousal piling up inside her. She concentrated on relaxing her jaw and slurping around the cock lodged in her throat while simultaneously trying to enjoy as her coach's mouth worked on her core, expertly bringing her closer and closer to the edge with each swipe of his tongue. Feeling Mingi's dick twitch, she herself was about to spill over when Jongho dipped his tongue at her entrance, nose pressed down agains her clit.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum- cum inside that pretty mouth of yours."

Without any further words, only shaky grunts, Mingi held her face in place as he furiously rutted his hips up, pumping his cum into her mouth which she gulped back with no problem. Once he came down from his high, he pulled out his softening dick, a line of spit being drawn as he removed his cock. Her lips were swollen and covered with a mixture of her saliva and his cum, making her look even more irresistible, especially when her bottom lip was poking out, presumably due to the fact the man between her legs had detached his lips from her heat a few seconds ago, denying her from the orgasm that she was just about to have. With a frown plastered on, she looked down at Jongho, who was sitting up and climbing in between her body.

"Don't give me that look you little vixen. It's only serving to make me want to fuck you even harder." He admitted, lips ghosting over her own.

"So why don't you?" Y/N questioned him, to which Jongho responded by pulling both of her legs and resting them on his shoulders. Taking hold of his dick, he rubbed his bulbous tip along her reddened clit before slapping it a couple times.

"Think I won't?"

Pushing in with one quick thrust, Jongho's immensely thick cock started working her open, walls stretching out to accommodate the intrusion of his member. Y/N could feel him so deep inside her, she was sure if she be able to, she'd probably feel him on her lower abdomen. She could already feel him rearranging her organs from how hard he was pounding into her, it would be a miracle if she'd even be able to walk afterwards. When she tried to close her eyes and drop her head to just succumb to the feeling, she felt Jongho's hand clasp around her chin and hold her face up so she could look at him.

"Don't shut your eyes. I want to see every expression you make as I fuck your tiny pussy. After all, isn't this what you wanted?"

Y/N cried out louder when his pace got faster and harsher. She tried desperately hard to keep looking at him but it was unbearable, especially when her inner thighs were starting to get sore.

"Wanted me to fuck you? Are you happy you finally got what you wanted?"

She could only manage to respond with groans and pants. Their heated and sweaty bodies began sticking to each other, the loud slapping of skin resonating through the room. Jongho kept his eyes fixed on her, staring with fiery intensity at her. He kept driving his cock into her, pounding so deep that he'd be able to break her if he wanted to. But he was content with watching her slowly come undone by him, her shaky breaths and trembling thighs signaling him that she was on the verge of exploding all around him.

"Awww you're gonna cum already? Are you that easy? Or is it cause your finally getting fucked by a real man that you're coming undone so fast?"

Y/N whimpered and started writhing underneath him, tears pooling at the sides of her eyes as the knot in her stomach was seconds away from breaking loose. Jongho's hands gripped down on her thighs to keep him steady as his hips continued slamming against hers. His fingers dug into her soft skin, threatening to leave bruises from how strong he was clutching at her. His face continued to look smug and full of pride as he looked at how worn out his trainee was looking. He'd never outwardly admit it, but he enjoyed seeing her disheveled appearance after working her so hard and push her limits. Only now that feeling was intensified by the fact his dick was getting wet by her juices.

"Cum all over me then. Cum all over my fat cock you little vixen." He ordered her, eyes filled with lust and desire to see her break in front of him.

Unable to keep her eyes open anymore, Y/N scrunched her eyes shut and blood rushing to her head as her walls contracted around Jongho's cock, clinging to him as a flood of release was spilling all over him. Her palms were heavy pressed onto the wood deck under her, laying flat as she began to unwind from her orgasm. Just a minute later after savoring her reaction, Jongho's hips jerked sporadically as he started emptying himself inside her. Keeping himself lodged in her warmth, he slowed down his thrusts, making sure to pump all of his essence inside her before gently pulling out of her. Both of them released hisses at the sting and emptiness of not being connected anymore. Jongho looked in fascination as the brim of her hole was still leaking out his white, milky cum, a sense of pride washing over him at seeing a part of him be plastered into her body.

"You ok?"

Y/N let out a tired groan as Jongho helped her sit back up.

"I don't think I can walk." She wrapped a hand around her stomach, already feeling a burn on the muscles. Jongho giggled at her, pulling her against him as he kissed the top of her head

"If you want, I can take you off the schedule until you recover properly." He offered.

"And not see you?" She raised an eyebrow.

Poking her nose, Jongho shook his head.

"Silly silly girl. Obviously I'll come over to check up on you."

Y/N's face brightened up with a smile as she realized what he meant. A loud and exaggerated clearing of a throat broke them out of their little world.

"Well since obviously I'm not needed here anymore, I'll just take my leave now."

Picking up his towel and wrapping it around him again, Mingi went over to the door to give them privacy, but not before making sure of something.

"Just be sure to invite me once in a while to join you both."

[robert-de-niro-only-fans]

"You're All Wet"

Sam "Ace" Rothstein x Reader

Um, I made the decision to call him Ace in this fic, not entirely sure why! Reader and Ace knew each other before he went to Las Vegas and Reader stops in to visit, enjoy!!!

TW: implied smut, cheating, mentions of gang activity

Word Count: 1.7k

Just like any other night at The Tangiers, Ace Rothstein stalks the casino floor, like a predator waiting to pounce at the sight of a cheater in his beloved establishment. As his eyes scan the crowd, carefully watching everyone's body language for anything odd, there's a hitch when he swears he sees someone familiar. His eyes quickly double back and they land on you. In that moment, he feels like he's travelled back to the past and in another world simultaneously.

"(Y/N)?" he blinks in disbelief, "(Y/N), is that you?" He hasn't seen you in years! That face is all too familiar to him, but that body? Well... Let's just say you've grown up a bit.

"I gotta say, you're not looking so sharp right now, Ace, not with that dumbfounded look on your face," you giggle, holding your arms out for a hug, "You look like you've seen a ghost or something!"

He holds you tightly to him, nuzzling into the crook of your neck for a moment before pulling back and getting a better look at your face, "God... I feel like I have! Fuck, where are my manners, how have you been, darlin'?"

As you catch up, wandering away from the pits to somewhere more private, Ace finds his mind wandering back to old times in the Midwest, to when he knew you best. You're Remo Gaggi's only niece; you grew up with nothing but guys around you, guys who are all involved in the family business, so it only made sense that you were so interested in it too. But it was different with you, Gaggi wanted you to wait until you were an adult before getting into anything, so by the time you were allowed to know anything, you took it seriously because you knew you had something to prove being the only girl in the business.

Ace always admired how you came out swinging the minute you turned 18, ready to prove all your cousins and uncles wrong about you. But he really didn't get to see too much of it, before him and Nicky got sent to Las Vegas.

He even remembers their going away party, everyone getting together one last time before moving to the desert to make the bosses more cash than they could dream of. He remembers how you started to tear-up telling him goodbye, but you had a lot of pride and didn't want any of the guys to see you cry. However, you did cry when you finally got a moment alone with him, and Ace wiped your tears, promising you'd see each other again. And now, here you are in, halfway across the country, making sure that promise is kept.

"Where are ya stayin' tonight, doll?"

"Oh, just at some plaza hotel or something," you shrug.

"By yourself?" Sam inquires.

"Yeah, I'm grown now, ya know!"

"Oh no, no, that won't do. A girl like you shouldn't stay by herself in a city like this," he takes your hand across the table your both seated at, "Come stay with me."

"Ace, I don't wanna be a burden..."

"You're not a burden. I'm so happy to see you, it'd be an honor to have you in my home." His grip on your hand tightens reassuringly.

"You sure your wife will be okay with it?" It was the only defense you have left.

"My wife, eh?" He looks left then right slyly, "You know who pays for the place, right? I'll have a guest over if I like."

• • •

The next few days felt like old times but in a whole new place, a much richer and more luxurious place. Your first morning at Sam's house, you woke up early from jet lag, so you took the liberty of making breakfast for everyone. To which you were met with a "You didnt have to do that," when Ace caught you, but it was followed up by him hugging you from behind and laying his head on you, practically sleeping while standing up.

Of course, you hung out with Nicky too! They showed you all around their new stomping grounds out west. However, you can tell that Ace is making an effort to get alone time with you; you'd always had a special bond back home. Hell, you cried over the man when he left! You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss that closeness.

One night, as you're having a relaxing bubble bath in Ace's luxurious guest bathroom, you ponder on how much longer you should stay in Vegas. You bought a one way ticket because you weren't sure how things would go and you didn't want to be stuck here if things got hairy, but now... You feel like you want to stay for a while, but you don't want to take advantage of your friend's kindness either.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the doorknob wiggling before Ace lets himself in. "What? So you just walk in on girls in the bathroom now? I guess with all these Vegas dancers throwin' themselves at you, you must think you're hot shit or something."

"Oh, hush," he cracks a smile, strolling across the tiled floor before sitting down on the toilet lid.

As he sits back and looks you over, your head and bare shoulders being the only thing exposed, you taunt, "Like the view?"

He lightly snorts and shakes his head at you, "You look good, but I just wanted to spend some time with you before the wife gets home. God knows when that'll be." He rolls his eyes at the thought of his wife.

"You don't think it'll look suspicious, uh, hanging out with me while I'm in the bath?"

His eyes wander as if he's deep in thought, then he shrugs and returns his attention to you. "What did you do today?"

"Nothing too crazy. You and Nicky have had me so busy that I just went out for a mani-pedi," you relax back against the wall of the tub.

"Ooh, let me see," he says, leaning forward towards you. You slide a hand and a foot out from under the mountain of bubbles and hook them on the edge of the tub.

He inspects them before taking his hand in yours and holding it closer to him, "Very pretty, I like the color," he says quietly, then he presses a soft kiss to your knuckles.

"Thank you," you giggle at him.

He returns your chuckle and places a few more kisses to the back of your hand and wrist.

"Ace, what are you doing?!" You squeal!

He simply let's out a hum and continues kissing up your arm, his kisses slowly turning from funny to passionate as he passes your elbow. Ace scoots away from his seat on the toilet and kneels beside your bath, lips never leaving your arm.

You feel that fire creeping up in your belly as he rounds your shoulder, lips and tongue working the soft skin of your clavicle. Your other hand rises up out of the bath water, and you cup the back of the man's head.

Feeling a bit of hesitation, Ace slowly moves his lips towards your neck, receiving a small but pleased exhale from you. As your eyes flutter closed, you tilt your head back, giving him access to your sensitive skin. He suckles and nibbles there for what feels like eternity but also only a second, eliciting a series of breathy moans from your lips.

After placing a few kisses to the spot, he pulls away from you slightly, just enough to see your face. You stare at each other in a haze, familiar eyes locked onto yours, and his better judgement leaves him as he graces his lips across yours. Your lips dance with one another's, eyelashes brushing the other's face, in such a soft gentle moment, before he claims your mouth with his. Your emotions are on high from the passionate kiss, until you remember this isn't old times and this man before you is no longer yours to take.

Your lips part from his, "Sam..." It's just above a whisper.

The use of his first name makes the severity of the situation hang in the air like wind chimes waiting for a breeze, the sound of silence deafening to your ear drums. You'd only ever called him that once before, also in a serious moment: a moment when your confession of your feelings for him hung on the tip of your tongue, but you didn't want him to carry that weight to Vegas with him.

His eyes glance over your visage, that beautiful face filled with worry. You should never feel anything but happiness, Ace thinks to himself. The rough pad of his thumb gently strokes your cheek, while the rest of his fingers nestle just behind your ear. Your eyes are cast down, trying not to look at him, so you don't see it coming when he leans forward and kisses you again.

Your lips move together once again, and your hands find his shoulders, gripping onto him as if he might slip away. You sit up on your knees in the bathtub, and immediately Ace's arms are around your waist, pulling your soaking wet body close to his. His hands tangle in your damp locks, and he fumbles around before throwing a leg over the wall of the bath tub and sliding into the water with you. He settles down onto his knees and pulls you across his lap, never breaking your kiss.

Your fingertips comb through his hair, as your making out slows to a halt. Gently cupping his cheek, you take a look at him, "You're all wet," you state quietly.

Slowly, this elicits laughter from both of you. You both stay like that for a moment before he takes you in his arms and lifts you from your bath, carefully stepping out and leaving a hefty trail of water leading right to the guest bedroom where you've been staying.

That night as he makes love to you with his clothes piled in a wet heap on the floor all around the bed, the only thing on his mind is you. He's waited what feels like a lifetime to have you, so nothing would keep him from you, not even the sound of his wife coming home somewhere between rounds 3 and 4.

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School Prize Night

(A Good night, Mr Cavill Sequel)

Part 1 - Through my eyes

07/07/2021

Pairing: teacher!Henry Cavill x plus-size teacher!reader (3rd person)

Word Count: 2,531

Warnings: rpf, body issues, self-loathing, angst, sexual innuendos, comforting, fluff, Henry being the sweetest boyfriend a (plus-size) girl could ask for

Summary: It's School Prize Night at Miss Y/L/N and Mr Cavill's school. But as she is getting ready for the event, she finds it impossible to accept her reflection in the mirror.

A/N: As I already feared, this dream of a man simply refuses to leave my thoughts. And so I used the first day of the summer holidays to come up with a four part sequel to Good night, Mr Cavill. So here is the first part. I'm afraid it has become a little angsty, but I promise to make it up to you with a lot of teasing and passion in the other parts.

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For a long time she had been wondering what to say whenever someone asked her what her special talent was. Now she knew, pinching her paunch harshly between her fingers until it formed a prominent, round bulge. Self-loathing. That’s what she was good at. A profession she had perfected over the last years.

And as if to prove her point, half the contents of her wardrobe lay scattered around her feet, mocking her with all their colourful beauty that magically turned into hideous abominations as soon as they covered her form. If she didn’t know any better, she would let herself believe that she was somehow cursed—a gorgeous princess trapped inside the body of a manatee. But sadly it wasn’t that simple and instead of an evil witch she could only blame herself for the reflection she saw in the mirror.

Giving herself another once over, she actually considered covering her eyes to spare herself the view, when thankfully her eyes seemed to have mercy on her tortured soul and salty tears began to blur her vision. Too late, as she noticed. The gears of self-hate had already started to turn and once they were in motion, nothing could stop them, pulling her deeper and deeper into the darkness.

She hardly realised that her whole body was trembling by now, her knees finally giving out underneath the weight of the world that pressed down upon her shoulders, making her sink onto the plush carpet with a heartbroken sob while the world around her fell away.

“Darling?” The familiar voice came from somewhere down the hallway, but she couldn’t hear it in the state she was in. “Do you have any idea how to tie a decent Windsor knot? I’ve watched this stupid video about a million times by now and I just can’t seem to—“

His heart almost stopped beating as he stepped into the bedroom, his eyes immediately falling onto the pitiful picture of misery that used to be his girlfriend, crumbled into a tight package in front of the mirror.

“Y/N?” But instead of an answer there just came another soul shaking sob from the huddled creature and he didn’t waste another second to get over to her. “Whatever is the matter, love?” His voice was warm and soothing as he squatted down beside her, but it was still not enough to break through to her. Desperate to find a clue as to what might have caused her distress, he took in the setting and when his eyes finally landed on the pile of clothes that surrounded her devastated form, he suddenly understood.

With a sigh he sat down beside her, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug before he pulled her onto his lap. “Sh, darling. Don’t cry,” he cooed, rocking her in his arms like a child. Slowly his hand drifted across her hair, as if his touch could just stroke her pain away, his lips tenderly pressing down on the crown of her head, before his cheek finally came to rest there.

“Well, what else am I supposed to do,” she croaked hoarsely, and the only thing that pained him more than the agony in her voice were her next words, “considering that you will leave me someday soon.”

He knew that it was only her insecurity speaking and yet he felt a bit slighted that she still couldn’t fully believe his feelings for her were nothing but true.

“Now why would I do that?” he muttered into her hair as calmly as he could, “I love you, Y/N, and as long as you don’t want me to, I’m not going anywhere.”

Something about his words must have finally gotten through to her as he could feel the sobs die away bit by bit and he was almost positive that he would find a small smile on her face when she wriggled out of his embrace, but to his surprise he was met with a pair of defiant eyes.

“How can you be so sure of that? It’s only been three months, Hen. That’s probably just the hormones talking, and once they’re back to their normal levels, you’ll finally see the real me. And I can’t blame you if you want to run as soon as you realise what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

“Hey!” he barked, his hands clutching her face in a firm grip to make her look at him. “You know how much I hate when you talk about yourself like that.”

“Yeah, well, I guess it’s easier to love yourself when one looks like you,” she spat and he regretted his harsh words instantly as he saw the tears that were threatening to fall again.

“Oh, no, darling. No, no, no. This is not about me and my body image, it’s about you.” He sighed again, his jaw clenching dangerously and he needed to close his eyes for a second to force his anger back down to its source. “I don’t know if you’ll ever be able to see yourself the way I do, maybe not, but that doesn’t give you the right to question the way I feel for you. You see, just because it’s hard for you to love yourself, doesn’t mean it’s hard for me as well.”

And there they were, the tears that had been threatening to fall again, streaming down her cheeks freely now. “I’m so sorry, Hen. I should never have—“

“You bloody well shouldn’t have,” he said sternly, but then his eyes softened like they always did whenever he looked at her and he pulled her closer to press his lips to her forehead in a symbol of forgiveness.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, her head fell down onto his shoulder and she nuzzled his warm skin affectionately. “Ugh, I’m such a mess,” she mumbled, and he could feel her lips move against his skin.

“No, you’re not, darling. Like so many, you’ve been traumatised by an ideal created by the media and greedy companies, telling you to constantly chase after their standard of beauty instead of focusing on those things that truly matter.”

For a moment, a deafening silence settled between them, but he knew she simply needed a while to think about his words. And just when he could feel the uneasiness of doubt crawl from the pit of his stomach, she sighed, a deep sound of realisation that soothed his worry.

“I guess you’re right,” her muffled voice came to his ears from the crook of his neck. “You always are. Perfect idiot.”

Her little remark coaxed an amused chuckle from his chest and he could feel her body tremble in his arms from the vibration. But when his face fell upon their reflection in the mirror, the short moment of lightness suddenly died away and he wished with all his heart that just once he could give her his eyes before he would lift her around her body so she could feel what he felt whenever he looked at her. Grasp the reason why he loved her so much and why he never wanted to look at anyone else for the rest of his days. If only—

Silently he signalled it was time for them to get up and as soon as he stood, he offered her his hand and pulled her up against his chest. Colliding softly with his firm pecs, she could feel his lips brush against her ear, his deep voice causing a shiver to run across her skin.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered, his hands drifting over the small of her back and down to her full cheeks, squeezing them reassuringly.

“Of course I do.”

“Then close your eyes.”

And so she did, without hesitation. Slowly she could feel his hands glide up her body again, stopping at her waist when he ordered, “Now turn around.”

His strong hands guided her as she carefully obeyed his wish again and she could feel his hot palms come to rest on her stomach, her back securely leant against his chest.

“Hold out your hands, sweetheart, palms facing upwards,” he demanded, and she wasn’t sure what exactly caused the heat to pulse through her nether regions, his hot breath that fanned across her shoulder, the authority in his voice, or the enticing combination of both. She had no idea what he was up to, but she couldn’t help the slight pang she felt when his hands suddenly left her body. He must have picked up on the little twitch of her lips before she could stop herself from pouting, judging from the triumphant chuckle that made his chest quake. Cocksure bastard.

But then she could feel his touch again, his fingers gently gliding along her forearm until his hands pushed underneath hers.

“Let me show you something, darling.” And as if the dark timbre of his voice would actually leave her a choice but to let him take over from here, his lips ghosted across the sensitive spot of her neck to ensure her compliance.

She was still trying to concentrate again when she felt something squishy and warm underneath her fingertips and it actually took her a second to realise that he had brought their joined hands to her belly. On reflex, she tried to pull away, but his grip on her tightened to hold her back.

“No,” he growled, his lips close to her ear again. “I want you to feel yourself, to try and see yourself through my eyes. Just a few minutes, that’s all I ask.” But still he didn’t proceed until he could feel her resistance melt away. “Can you feel how soft your belly is? So velvety smooth, it’s practically inviting you to touch it, to caress it, to relish in its malleability. Mmmh, so wonderfully soft,” he moaned his appreciation, making her insides tingle pleasantly.

“And here, can you feel this?” He guided her hands towards her hips, pressing her fingertips into the supple flesh. Slowly moving back and forth, she could make out the small ripples he had probably wanted her to notice. “I know you hate your stretch marks, but whoever decided to call them that probably had no idea what they truly are.” He made a short pause to emphasise his next words. “They’re tiger stripes. And you earned them all on your way to becoming the strong tigress you are. So be proud of them.”

She had wanted to protest when his lips pressed lovingly to her temple, a gesture that always made her soft for him, and her will to speak up against his sugarcoating of her flaws fizzled out.

“Mmmmmh,” he sighed again, as he lead her hands to her rear, “now let’s come to one of my favourites.” Slowly he made her hands move in circles across her behind, as if this was necessary to help her visualise the incredible magnitude of her butt. And to top it all off, the absence of her visual sense seemed to further enhance the depths of the dips and dents that coated its surface.

“It’s not only the luxurious lushness of your behind that compels me to run my hands along it as often as I can and squeeze it tightly. No.” He growled lowly again, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he made her fingers dig into her cheeks and this time she found it impossible to hold back a moan. “I wish you could see the way it jiggles and quivers with every thrust of my hips when I take you from behind. It’s magnificent.”

“Oh God, Henry,” she mewled when she could feel the treacherous wetness pool between her legs, soaking her panties in an instant. She wanted to pull away again, but this time to spin around and press her body against his while her lips devoured his filthy mouth before it could drive her completely insane with need. And yet again, Henry was stronger, securing her in her current position for just a little longer.

“I see you’re starting to get the point of this whole exercise. Good for you, darling.”

“Henry, please,” his teasing made her whine, as it always did, and she almost missed how he hooked her fingers underneath the straps of her bra to peel away the obstructive lace.

“Sh, don’t fuss. This is the best part, I promise.”

And with that he closed her hands around her voluptuous breasts, massaging them tenderly. “Did I promise too much? This really is the good stuff, isn’t it? I don’t think I’ve ever held anything as fluffy as these two delights in my hands. I still remember the way they moved to the rhythm of our lovemaking that first night. So enchanting. But you know what is even better?” he asked, his head dipping down to nuzzle her neck yearningly. “To rest my head upon your chest after we both came undone. I love to be embedded by this softness while I can listen to your heartbeat. There is something so utterly bewitching about witnessing how it slowly calms down after I made you touch the sky.”

Without thinking twice her eyes flew open, just in time to catch a glimpse of all the affection his heart held for her as it reflected so openly in his blue eyes.

“Oh Hen!” And finally he didn’t hold her back when she tried to spin around, cupping his stubbly cheeks gently in her hands. “I love you so much.”

And without giving him the chance to answer, her lips found his, moving with them until she didn’t know anymore where she ended and he began. Her head still spinning slightly, she broke away, their heavy pants the only noise that filled the silence for a while.

“And I love you.” A beaming smile curled his lips, passing on to hers while it slowly set her on fire. “Even the parts you despise. Maybe I love them the most. And I will not stop loving them for the both of us until you can love them too.”

She didn’t know what she could have possibly replied to that. He was right, it was still a long way to go. There would always be difficult times. After all, self-love wasn’t a permanent state she would be in for good once it was reached. She rather saw it as a concept, an idea she would possibly never reach in her life, but at least she could count on him to be there and help her see through his eyes whenever she was struggling.

“Now, can I make a suggestion regarding your outfit?” he derailed her train of thought. “Take the white summer dress with the pink peonies I love so much. You know how great your ass looks in that, don’t you?” He smirked while, once again, his fingers dug into her behind.

“So you keep telling me, Hen.”

“Because it’s true.” His lips briefly brushed over the tip of her nose. “And it will remind me all night long of all the things I’m going to do to you as soon as we get back here.”

Part 2

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Member: Yunho

Genre: mellow, lofi cafe feels idk, long-forgotten romance??

Word Count: 1.9k

your eyes were fixated on the laptop screen, a daily cup of white chocolate mocha steaming next to your laptop on the surface of the table. you stretched and took a deep breath.

the holidays were here, snow was falling like cotton outside, but you were sitting here in your favourite cafe, comitting yourself to your work that, though drained you, was inviting enough to keep you occupied in this season. the sight of couples strolling outside was the first thing that caught your attention, followed by the children running around and making footprints in the snow piled up against the sidewalks.

your eyes drifted back onto your computer screen, when the bell that hung on the entrance door of the cafe jingled. the scent of roses drifted through the air, and you weren't sure if you were just being sensitive with your sense of smell, but you started to wonder how come nobody else was reacting to such a strong scent.

It wasn't a scent that not many wore, much less a man who had just entered the cafe -- your eyes reacted to the scent faster than your thought process, finally realising who it was.

you lifted your hands off the table, leaning back in the seat as your eyes traced the shape of his forehead, his browbone, his nose, his lips. you looked back at the screen, then tried to steal a look at him through your lashes, just that this time, he was looking at you too.

"Latte macchiato with spoon of cocoa powder," you heard him order.

Hmm. you hum. still the same order after five years.

He walks over to the table warily, his hands jammed into his coat pockets and his hair now longer but neatly combed up to expose his forehead, browner with more dye. "Still the workaholic you were when you left, i see."

"i was going to stay a workaholic regardless of the people i was with," you leaned forward and offered him a small smile. he pulls out the chair opposite you and sits down.

he smiles back with his eyes. "five years."

"five years," you almost whisper in response. you take a sip out from your own cup. "if you still think it was easy convincing myself to leave back then--"

"no, i didnt think it was easy," yunho shakes his head. "i just wish... i had more power to keep you here. i just wish whatever we had was enough to make you stay, but i guess i was wrong."

he looks you in the eye, gently blinking his tired, jetlagged eyes.

*flashback

you trudged your way back to the apartment, your mind elated but your heart heavy in your chest as you thought about the conversation earlier that day.

"i'll be sending you over to paris to work with chanel on their promotions."

"Huh?" You raised a brow, your hands held behind your back as you watched your boss pack her table and shove some files back into the shelf behind her.

"you've been producing quality work. so, i'm choosing you to go to paris and be our representative to work with chanel on a new contract."

new contract?

"this isn't a one-time business trip?"

"no, it's not. chanel's picky about the collaborations they offer other companies, and the one we got is based on a 7-year contract. If you accept it, you'll be staying in paris for the next 7 years."

you sucked your lips between your teeth and blink at your boss upon hearing the offer.

"i know you're in a serious relationship right now. but you deserved this offer, which is why i raised the topic in the first place. whatever you choose to do with it is up to you." your boss had her palms flat against her desk as she leaned forward and scanned your facial expression.

reality yanks you back to current time, when yunho gets the door of the small house open before you even reach the walkway.

"Oh, you're back! i was about to drive out to get you--"

"yunho," you breathed, picking up your pace as you turned into the walkway. "we need to talk."

yunho blinks at you, unconsciously wrapping his hands around yours as he pulls you through the door.

*now

"do you regret the decision?" you rested your cheek in your palm, looking at yunho's facial features. five years had zero impact on his looks. he still looked as good as the last time you saw him.

"of letting you go to paris?" yunho raised a curious brow, taking a sip from his latte. you nod.

"no," he shakes his head and licks his lips, resting his forearms on the table top and rests some weight on his arms. "you told me at the start of our relationship that your career was top priority, and i said i respected it. i still do."

there he was. the man you fell in love with. his maturity and ability to understand you on a different level was what made you so attracted to him in the first place.

"we both know i wouldn't have been able to stop you anyway."

your brows tilted backwards on your face, and you cocked your head to the side at his words. you felt shitty the week you left yunho, but all you could remember was him telling you to do your best, and that this was what you had been working for. 'you deserve it', he said. he might have been mature enough to respect your decision to pursue your career, but you were the one who chose to leave him, the only man whom you truly loved and wanted to be with.

"yunho, i--"

"no, please," yunho shows you his palm. "don't apologise."

you look down at your closed laptop, rubbing your eyes and running your hand through your hair. yunho finishes his drink and notices that your eyes were a little red, probably from staring too much at your screen.

"where are you staying now? i'll send you. how long are you staying for?" yunho hands you a napkin.

"hotel rendezvous. about 10 days." you take the napkin, knowing that he's already noticed your tiredness.

"okay. let's get you back to the hotel. you're already exhausted," yunho stands up. you remember this tactic of his. it was a power move that made you anxious, that made you pack up and leave with him, so you did just that.

the drive to the hotel was quiet, but strangely comforting. The car was filled with yunho's scent, so you felt like you had just been thrown back five years to when you first started living with him.

time seemed to pass, even when not many words were spoken. it was almost like god was punishing you for choosing your career over yunho. you fumbled through your wallet for the keycard, pushing the heavy door open and holding it, gesturing into the room towards yunho.

"are you sure? You're exhausted, you should be resting and not entertaining a gue--"

"Oh, shut up and get in," you chuckle, leaning forward and pulling him in.

you got your bag off your shoulders, carefully placing the laptop on the table next to the bed. yunho looked around the small, but elegant room while you pulled off your coat and your earrings.

you leaned down to the corner of the table, reaching for the socket switch to turn on your charger as yunho walked to the large sliding door a few steps away, looking out at the snow falling gently onto the balcony.

"how does it look like in paris?" he asks quietly, the warmth from his breath creating a small cloud of vapour against the glass. you stand straight again after checking that your laptop was charging before walking over to the sliding door, shoving your hands into the pockets on your butt.

"oh, gorgeous. especially when it snows. it's beautiful."

you hear yunho give a small laugh through his nostrils.

"you know, i thought about it. i thought about flying to paris to look for you, because i was never able to let you go."

you purse your lips and gulp, a strange feeling creeping up on your chest. it felt like when you first crushed on him and you had no idea if he would reciprocate. it was a feeling of anxiety and uncertainty.

"can i ask you something?"

oh, no.

"okay."

yunho finally turns to look at you, his height suddenly extremely in your face because of the lack of space between the two of you. you were dangerously close to him, so much that the only thing you could smell was the scent of him mixed with the rose cologne nobody else wore.

"do you still love me?"

you freeze at the question. your eyes try to look away, but yunho shifts his head to meet them. you slowly look down at your feet, only for him to tilt your chin upwards to look at him.

"i just need an honest answer."

you sigh, feeling your heart and presence completely melt at his touch. it was light, and gentle, and you would be lying if you said you didn't miss it.

You'd be lying straight through your teeth if you said you didn't still think about him every other day, even when you were in paris.

yunho realises that you've gone quiet for a very long time, and he is aware that the only time you do that is when you know a truth you refuse to admit.

yunho closes the gap between the both of you, pulling you closer to him by your chin and kissing you lightly on your lips.

a feeling of nostalgia, warmth, and love overwhelmed you all at once. It had been five. long. years.

yunho pulls away and looked you in the eyes, knowing that there was no other person who could read you better.

"i do," you breathed, as yunho's hands shifted to your cheeks, his cold fingertips right below your earlobes. "i do, and i always will."

a small smile pulls his lips up his cheek, and you could see his eyes welling up with tears before he pulls your face to his again, this time, pressing harder, pressing longer, allowing the both of you to reminisce the taste of each other's lips.

"i'll never let you go again. i let you go once, i'm not letting you go again." yunho presses his forehead against yours, then pulled you into his embrace and burying his nose in your hair. you shut your eyes tightly, grimacing at the warmth and presence nobody else besides yunho could provide you.

"yunho," you were trying your best not to cry.

"hmm?"

"i'm assuming you still love me then?"

you felt yunho laugh a little into your hair.

"i'll love you for the rest of my life, and in the lives after this. no matter where you were, no matter where you will be, you will always have my heart."

A/N: i may or may not have busted a big fat uwu writing this, this might be the softest one shots ive ever written.

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"Swallowing Courage”

(Danny Wagner X Sam Kiszka)

CHAPTER THREE - THE EPIPHANY Author's Note: VERY sorry it took so long, I have been super busy but here we go! Comment, tell me what you think. Warnings: Dry humping, intense touching, some sex talk, denial of sexuality (a reoccurring theme in this story).

Danny had asked Sam to come over earlier when he was high on endorphins and dopamine from the experimental kissing. The words "Why don't you come over later?" came from a place inside of him that he still did not understand. He sighed and sat down in his living room and began to contemplate different ideas of how he could ditch Sam or convince him today was not a good day to come over. Then the possibilities of what could happen if Sam came over later began to surface in his mind. Considering these possibilities quickly turned into fantasizing about Sam's lips and his kisses. Danny knew he wanted more, but he was trying his hardest not to think about it. There was no time for daydreaming about Sam, no time to be indecisive, especially if he was actually going to be seeing him within an hour. At this point, he felt that there was no going back, even if he did decide to cancel on Sam he knew he would have to face this feeling eventually. Danny decided to take an extra long shower so he could make sure he was completely clean. He left the conditioner in his hair for longer than usual and took his time rinsing the top layer of his skin. Once he became used to the temperature of the water he twisted the shower handle and made the water warmer. The heat irritated the blisters that were already on his hands which created a new burning sensation. After that Danny decided enough was enough and turned off the water. He attempted to soothe the pain in his hands with cheap lotion and a few liquid Advil’s he found in on his desk. Danny noticed the scattered mess on his desk and became very aware of how messy his room looked. After taking in the scenery, he started to pick up all the laundry off of his floor. Then he began to pick up anything random like chargers, papers, shoes, and bracelets he had on the ground. Danny shoved most of this stuff in the closet or under his bed so the mess could be out of sight.

”Danny! Get down here.” Mrs. Wagner called from downstairs. ”Coming.” Danny answered. He took one last look in the mirror and then he quickly made his way down the stairs.

“Sam was at the door.” Mrs. Wagner sighed. His heart stopped, Sam decided to come by earlier than expected. ”Good-Oh wait, was? Where is he now?” Danny asked. ”Gone. Your friends can’t just come over whenever they want. Your grades have been dropping, and you need to bring them up. I’m really being serious about that. I told Sam he can come another day.” Mrs. Wagner replied. Danny wanted to argue with his mom but he knew this was going to be a losing battle. ”Okay. I’m sorry.” Danny said turning around ready to go back up the stairs. ”Seriously. Get your grades up, Danny. You really need to stop slacking. It’s your last year of high school. Then it’s all over!” Mrs. Wagner said. Danny didn’t bother replying to her because he has heard her say this countless times in the past few weeks. This was unusual because Danny usually had great grades. This year was a different story. He really wanted to have the motivation to care about school, but he just couldn’t bring himself to complete assignments lately. Once Danny made it back up the stairs he stood in the door of his room and stared at his newly cleaned space. He climbed into his bed and grabbed his phone, preparing to text Sam his own explanation. Then he heard a knock at his window. He practically rolled off the bed and then lifted his head and saw Sam kneeled behind the window with a plastic bag on his shoulder. Danny quietly slid his window open and Sam swung one leg into his room. He put all of his weight onto this one leg, which knocked over a cup of pens on Danny’s desk.

”Shhh!” Danny whispered and glanced up at Sam with wide eyes. “Here I’ll help you. Give me your hand.”

“I’m sorry.” Sam squinted his eyes and clenched his teeth. Then grabbed Danny’s hand and quietly finished climbing his way into the room. Danny immediately knew something was wrong because the texture of Sam’s hand felt different. He looked down and unclasped their hands and saw a few uneven cuts over the palm of Sam’s hand. Looking at his own hand he saw little specks of Sam’s blood on his palm. His eyes trailed up to Sam’s wrist and his arms and he saw that there were bright red jagged cuts over his arms and a few on his legs.

”What happened to you?” Danny gasped. Sam’s skin looking ruined like that left him in disbelief. It was usually super smooth and flawless, now it was covered in red scratches. ”Oh. Well. I wanted to get you this Aloe Vera plant, for helping your hands heal. It is an indoor-grown plant, I stole it from my neighbors because they are on vacation skiing or something. But there is this fence in front of their house, and well to get the plant I had to climb through a barbed-wire fence.” Sam explained putting his arms out exposing all the scratches and cuts from the fence. ”Why did you do that?? You could have gotten me this bottled at the store!” ”That stuff in the store is fake Danny. Fresh Aloe vera is better, it's hard to find in the winter so I took the opportunity to steal it for you. Like I said I uh, thought the gel from the plant would help the swelling and the redness in your hands. I extracted the gel and put it in this.” Sam said pulling out a small mason jar from the plastic bag that he brought. Danny and no words. Sam went through all that pain and discomfort just to get him this plant.

”These cuts could get infected. You seriously hurt yourself Sam. You didn’t have to do this. Don’t ever do something like this for me ever again.” Danny said placing his hands on Sam's shoulders. ”It’s only little scratches. I swear I’m okay. Are you seriously mad at me?” Sam asked. Danny was a little bit mad at Sam because he hurt himself. At the same time, his heart felt overwhelmed with warmth and his mind was consumed with admiration for Sam. ”I'm just mad that you got hurt.” Danny said. ”I’m alright, I didn’t mean to get hurt but I sorta stumbled across the fence. It only hurts a little bit, but I will be okay. I’m not a baby.” Sam said. Danny looked at Sam’s arms again and his stomach felt uneasy. Then he stood up and walked to his bathroom without saying a word. There he gathered rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, band-aids, and a warm face towel. Once Danny finished assembling his first aid kit, he walked over to Sam and sat his supplies down next to him.

”Oh fuck that.” Sam said backing away from Danny. ”What?” Danny asked. ”That rubbing alcohol is gonna fucking burn! These cuts are fresh.” Sam gasped. ”We have to clean it. Come on! Now you are acting like a baby. Please?” Danny tried to tease but his serious pleading tone overpowered his attempt to tease. ”Really? Ugh. This sucks. You suck.” Sam complained and hesitated before he moved closer to Danny’s side. ”How about next time don’t go around stealing random shit for me that I don’t need.” Danny said pressing the alcohol-soaked cotton to Sam’s skin. ”AHH- IT - It wasn’t random! And you do need it! Stop, ouch! It hurts Danny, it feels painful and not in a good way.” Sam said pulling his arm away. ”Not in a good way? When does pain ever feel good?” Danny questioned while continuing to clean Sam’s wounds. ”Well uh, during sex it can feel good sometimes. Not like serious physical pain. More like when a guy slaps your ass hard or pulls your hair. It hurts a little bit at first but in the end it's fucking amazing.” Sam said maintaining his eye contact with Danny. Danny could not believe where this conversation was going. He had never talked about his sexual encounters with other guys before. Maybe he thought Danny wouldn't want to hear about it, but the reality was that Danny was incredibly fascinated and it was starting to turn him on.

”Okay. I see. When did you find out what you're into sexually? With guys?” Danny asked looking away from Sam while continuing to clean his wounds. ”After my first time I guess, it could have really gone bad. But it didn't, he really wanted to explore with me and make sure I found out what I liked before we moved forward. Kinda like what I'm doing with you. I’m getting with you because I don't want you to get with some random guy who doesn't give a shit about what you want in bed.” Sam said. Danny immediately stopped touching Sam’s arm and locked eyes with him once again. ”I am not having sex with you.” Danny whispered loudly. He really wanted to shout, but before he did that he remembered that his parents would hear. ”You said you wanted to ”explore” Danny. That word suggests that you were thinking of having sex eventually.” Sam shrugged. ”No. No! It means like kissing, touching, and maybe like a handjob but that's as far as I'm willing to go.” Danny said. 

He couldn't believe how far Sam was willing to go with him. Sam had just completely thrown Danny’s original intentions of exploring out the window and opened up a new rooftop of possibilities.

”Wow. So by the end of all this, ”maybe a handjob” is gonna be our grand finale? How epic.” Sam said. He held back a laugh and laid his head down on Danny’s pillow. ”Don’t lay down. I’m not done.” Danny said pressing the warm washcloth over Sam’s sensitive skin. ”It’s good enough. I'm good. Now your turn. I didn’t steal this for nothing.” Sam said reaching for the aloe vera again and breaking it open. He scooped up the gel on his fingers and smoothed it over Danny’s blistered hands. Sam’s touches were very gentle. He effortlessly glided his hands over Danny’s with the soothing gel. Taking his time moving from the back of his hand to the palm of his hands. Danny's breathing quickly became irregular. He became noticeably flustered and almost went into fight or flight mode, but he stayed put underneath Sam's touch.. Once this feeling became too much to handle, Danny quickly looked at Sam’s arms interrupted with, ”I think you need this aloe vera more than I do now.” He turned away from Sam and grabbed the little jar sitting next to them. Danny dipped his free hand in the aloe vera and smoothed it over Sam’s arm. ”That feels nice.” Sam smiled, letting go of Danny’s other hand. ”Can you put some right here?” He asked pointing to the huge scratch on his thigh. Danny had not touched there yet, because it was near his inner thigh and he didn't want to get too close. Now Sam was taking the initiative and asking Danny to touch him there. ”Sure.” Danny breathed out heavily and placed his hand on the top of Sam’s leg. Then he slowly moved his hand between his legs and gently massaged the area. Danny felt the bed move underneath him and noticed that one of Sam’s fists curled up and started to grip the bedding underneath them. ”Are you? Are you getting turned on or something?” Danny asked lifting his hand off of Sam’s thigh. ”Yeah. Sort of. It's a sensitive area. Look see, isn't it?” Sam asked moving his hand to Danny’s inner thigh. "Oh!" Danny let out a sharp gasp, but he didn't move away from Sam's hand and continued to let him touch him there. At first, he started with rubbing small circles lightly, then he slowly began to add more pressure. The bulge in Danny's pants started to grow larger and he started leaning into Sam's fingertips that were pressing into his skin. Sam reached out his hand and slightly hesitated before placing his fingers on top of Danny's bulge. "Well, now we are both getting turned on."

Sam’s voice oozed with confidence, but his complexion started to turn a light pink shade of pink once he started feeling and outlining Danny’s clothed dick with his fingers. Danny felt frozen in place like a statue. He really didn't know what to do except sit back and feel the pressure of Sam’s hand rubbing over his fully clothed hardening dick. Danny took deep breaths and tried to hold himself back from becoming more aroused than he already was. ”Does this feel good Danny?” Sam asked moving his hand faster. ”Yeah, Yes! It hurts a little though because I'm wearing jeans.” Danny sighed looking down at his pants. He looked back up at Sam, and they stared at each other for a few extra seconds. Then Sam moved closer to Danny and quickly stuck his hand inside his jeans and cupped Danny’s dick over the thin underwear he was wearing. ”Oh my goodness.” Danny exhaled and turned his head the side. He knew that he should have stopped Sam in his tracks, but it felt too good for Danny to say no at that moment. Danny gently moved his body upward, wanting more of Sam’s touch. It was not long before he felt himself relaxing into Sam’s hand, and no more worries were coming between them. He was only aware of Sam’s hand and the feeling of himself getting harder by the second.

”Your hand. Feels. Really. Good.” Danny sighed. Sam felt accomplished because he didn't even touch his dick with his bare hand yet, and he was getting this kind of reaction out of Danny. ”I can make it feel better than that.” Sam moved on top of Danny and started rubbing his hard on against Danny’s thigh. Sam lifted his head and crawled closer to Danny’s face using his elbows. Then he leaned down and kissed his lips.

Danny responded with a kiss and slow upward movements, his hips moved in steady motion pressing his aching bulge into Sam’s lower body. ”Oh my god. I'm so hard.” Danny gasped gripping the sides of Sam’s ribcage. ”Fuck. Me too Danny.” Sam said rocking himself back and forth against Danny. Once Sam increased the intensity of the rocking motions, 

Danny wrapped his arms around his shoulders pulled Sam into a tight embrace. After that, he heard Sam’s breathing in his ear and felt both of their hearts rapidly beating against his chest. ”Keep going Danny.” Sam sighed and started moving his hands up underneath Danny’s back and pressed his fingertips into his shoulders. Danny groaned and started to firmly grind up against Sam’s crotch. "Oh, holy shit." Sam moaned quietly and then gave Danny a lustful look before staring down at his lips. Danny noticed the look in his eyes and prepared himself to be attacked and kissed everywhere. Sam paused, then leaned down and softly kissed his cheek instead. He barely used any pressure and it was the most gentle kiss he had ever received from him. This pause and the little kiss on the cheek snapped Danny back into his usual fear-driven thinking mode. Right as he was going to tell Sam to stop, he felt fingertips gripping the waistband of his underwear.

The initial feeling of Sam’s knuckles against his stomach sent a wave of shock to Danny’s brain. He flinched and smacked Sam’s had away automatically.

”What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Sam asked sitting up on the bed, moving away from his previous position of straddling Danny. ”I’m uh. I’m gonna need you to leave okay?” Danny said looking away from Sam's gaze. ”What? Why?” Sam asked back moving towards Danny so he could find his hand and hold it. He squeezed Danny’s hand tightly and rubbed his hand with his thumb. ”This is. It’s a lot. It's too much for me, Sam I need you to go now.” Danny said avoiding Sam’s intense eye contact and trying to ignore this strong grasp on his hand. ”I really don't want to leave you alone. Can I just be here for you?” Sam asked gripping Danny's hand a little bit tighter. ”No you can't. And stop doing that! I don't want to hold your hand right now.” Danny said taking his hand away from Sam and drawing his arms back to his sides. ”Oh. Okay. I’m sorry Danny. I’ll go but, I want to know what I did wrong. So you know, I don't do it again next time.” Sam said quietly. ”I really don't want to talk to you right now. Can you just go? Please.” Danny said in a hushed voice, lifting his head and looking up into Sam’s shiny disappointed eyes. ”If you could just tell me what I did wrong, then we could-” Sam started to speak, but Danny's voice’s cut him off. ”Please get out Sam.” Danny whispered loudly. ”Okay I will. I will. I’m sorry Danny.” Sam said slowly moving off of the bed. Sam looked so sad and hurt, it made Danny think about taking back everything he just said. He didn't say anything though, Danny watched Sam slowly climb back out of his window and give him one last glance before he disappeared away from Danny’s sight.

Danny watched Sam walked away from his house and made his way down the street. Danny felt dizzy and disoriented, he stumbled back over to his bed and threw his body on the mattress. He could feel his heart beating in his ear, and he felt like his lungs had no access to any air. The dry humping and the kiss on the cheek lead Danny into an epiphany, and now he was spiraling alone with himself in the stillness and silence of his bedroom. The epiphany being his interaction with Sam today, it was proof that he liked guys. He did not need to explore any further, Danny just knew at that moment that he liked guys and there was no going back from that. He suddenly felt stupid and ignorant. Mad at himself for not realizing his sexuality sooner, for repressing so many feelings, and for lying to himself so many times throughout his life. He was also mad at himself for telling Sam to leave and not stopping him from going. Danny’s mind raced the entire night and he started to question and wonder who he really was on the inside. The only thing Danny was sure of was that Sam made him feel a certain type of way and uncovered parts of himself that he never knew existed. Danny allowed himself to float into an abyss of uncertainty for the rest of the evening.

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END OF CHAPTER THREE - Do not worry everyone there is more action ahead, Sam and Danny are meant to be together in the end, but they will struggle along the way. I will be putting more work into the fic, and I have the rest of the chapters planned out in my head sooo enjoy the ride.Chapter 4 WILL COME SOONER than later.

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[korpuskat]

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,646 Summary: There are consequences to your attack on Matt. Contains: RAPE/NONCON. Kidnapping, stalking, torture, dissociation, general Dead Dove: Do Not Eat stuff. 

You scream as the clothespin closes around your swollen clit, the pain burning and nearly blinding, making you shake and sob. You pull against the ropes on the chair, fight as hard as you had that first night.

You’re so focused on your own body, lost in the cascading pain from your clit, you don’t even notice Kylo stepping away. When he returns, you can barely make out a white and blue tube in his hand- but can’t process what it could be. He unscrews the cap and squeezes a dollop of the contents onto his finger.

And rubs it on your clit. You seethe; all you can feel is the tightness of the wood biting into your most sensitive flesh and how Kylo pinches your clit, rolls it between his fingers- pushes whatever cream he has up under the semi-retracted hood. "Stop, stop, I won't do it again!"

Kylo steps away and wipes the excess off onto a hand towel. And he waits, stares you down with unfeeling, icy eyes. The warmth in them- that twisted thing that he dares name as love is long gone. You sniffle, shudder through another inhale and try to breathe through the pain. It ebbs in your clit slowly, eased by the simple continuous nature- no longer agitated by Kylo’s cruel fingers.

You twitch in the chair, off put by some unusual sensation between your legs- and Ben's lips split into a grin. It starts so gently you hardly noticed it- but all at once cold grips everything between your legs, makes every nerve ending tingle with the freezing burn, your clit reduced to one aching point.

You drop your head to your chest as tears leak over your cheeks. No matter how hard you strain against the ties, you can't protect your sex from Kylo's punishment. Your thighs remain spread, open for his next bout.

“Lift them.” Kylo says- you blink up to him, plead quietly with tear-filled eyes for mercy. None comes. He moves to his collection of toys and picks up something purple.

Matt remains timidly in the corner, but Ben slides his hands under your ass and holds you above the chair. Your knees remain stuck, but it gives Kylo just enough room to maneuver. He kneels in front of you- and you can see what he has now. A long, thick rabbit vibrator that would’ve made your mouth water in another life. Here, all you can do is whimper, plead in the ragged remains of your voice. "I'll be good, please, Kylo..."

He doesn't stop.

The head of the dildo slips in easily- your pussy still fucked open and stretched from Kylo's cock. You moan weakly as Kylo pushes it further in, sets the toy deep, the silicone edges of the ‘rabbit’s’ ears prodding uncomfortably at your labia. Next to the hard crushing pain of the clothespin or the unnatural cool burning of the paste, it's nothing.

Ben sets you down on the chair again. You grunt, try to shift your weight. The vibrator is too long; with the chair to stop it, the head jams up against your cervix, sparks a dull ache behind your belly button. Kylo prodding it with his dick had been one thing, but now it is sustained, continuous, no matter how much you try to lift yourself up.

You think perhaps this is it- the uncomfortable pressure holding you up, the cold burning pain from your clit- this is your punishment. It's bad enough, you want to behave-you know what he can do to you- and what he won't. Despite your attack on his brother, none of them spoke of killing you. There would be no easy escape, no sweet release. No, Kylo had this basement made just for you, he'd collected these toys for you. You were not some momentary whim- he thought of you as his god damn soulmate. And he would do what it took to keep you by his side.

Kylo, still kneeling in front of you, spreads your pussy wide. One long finger- big, but with a delicate, artist's touch, traces around the taut skin where the toy sinks into you. You clench involuntarily- and howl as it makes your clit more sensitive. Kylo watches, unperturbed by your outburst, as the clothespin bobs.

And his touch travels upwards, towards you clit. In broken words, you plead for him not to touch you again- to let this be all you have to endure. But he turns the rabbit, pulls it to center- and positions the long ears on either side of the clothespin. The pressure is so little difference, you can’t feel it. You pray- every part of you aches for that to be the end of it, for it to be over-

“Kylo.” Matt’s voice is timid, you look up to him cautiously wringing his hands. You glance, only a touch guiltily, to the bandage taped to his side; the taste of iron lingers around your mouth in rusty stains they had not bothered to clean up. “Isn’t that… a bit much?”

You hate him. Hate everything he's done to you, everything he is that he would allow this to happen to begin with-- but for just a moment you wish it hadn't been him you bit.

Kylo turns away from you to stare at his brother- you can’t see his face, but from the tension in Kylo’s shoulder and the way Matt flinches and withers, you can guess.

“They’re mine. I decide what’s too much.” He turns back towards you- his fingers find the corners of your jaw, grip hard and vice-like, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You deserve this.”

“P-please, Kylo, I-”

Kylo turns on the vibrator.

Lightning explodes through your body, every nerve ending in your clit crying out in agony all at once as the vibrator shakes the clothespin. When it had been stationary, you could begin to filter out the pain, but with it being shaken, with the textured ends tearing at your clit faster than you can think, you don't stand a chance. Shock and desperation drive you to try to scramble away from the pain- but you can’t go anywhere, only ineffectively shaking your hips, grinding down against the very thing tormenting your body, making the pain in your cervix escalate.

You aren’t entirely aware that you’re screaming until Ben clamps his hand over your mouth, hissing in your ear to “Shut the fuck up!”

Kylo grabs the ball gag. The half moment between Ben removing his hand and Kylo gagging you, words spill from your mouth unbidden- desperate to ease the pain. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, please!”

He jams the rubber between your teeth.

Kylo gives you one last hard stare before he turns and heads upstairs, not even bothering to look back at you as you cry out for him. Ben follows behind him. Matt lingers for a moment, horrified sympathy written all over his face and you beg with your eyes, turn it off. He bites his lip, averts his gaze- blonde curls falling over his face.

An alarm rings on Kylo’s phone. He blinks, checks the clock. He'd gotten lost in an essay again- a student's research paper on the use of scale in surreal art. It's a good one, a student Kylo has kept an eye on as he's moved up through the classes, but it will have to wait. He neatly sorts the papers on his desk before stepping away.

The house is quiet. Matt's guilt had taken him to go sit in the backyard, while Ben had headed off to work- night shift again. An unusual sense of guilt weighs in his stomach as he undoes the locks, descends the staircase into his basement. He had to do it, he rationalizes. You had to be taught how to behave. If he was to make a life with you, he needed to get the worst of your behavior out of the way now.

But as he glances at you over the banister, his stomach drops.

You stare blankly at the wall, eyes unfocused. Half-lidded. Tear tracks have dried on your cheeks, left circular spots across your chest and stomach. Your thighs twitch from time to time, but Kylo can’t quite guess as to why. There’s a gentle side-to-side rocking motion about your shoulders- that continues even as he turns off the vibrator. You don't even seem to notice that it has stopped.

You don’t resist him at all as he pulls the toy free, awkwardly trying to lift you with one hand and remove the vibrator with the other. You do absolutely nothing- nothing as he unclips your crushed and tortured clit.

When he unties your arms, you slump forward- the rocking continues, unceasing as he frees you from your restraints entirely. Worry turns to panic as Kylo bites his cheek and touches your forehead cautiously- as though a fever alone would leave you catatonic.

He’s gentle as he carries your back to your bed, laying you on your side so he can lie next to you. Fear pulses through him- he had been too rough. You were so delicate, so soft- how could he not see that? You were hurting and scared and needed a lover's gentle guidance and he'd-- he'd--

He hadn’t meant to… to break you.

He strokes your hair behind your ear, ignores his own hot tears as they well up. He retrieves the gray blanket he’d given you the day before and covers you. He curls up with you, tucks your head under his chin and whispers sweet promises, assurances that he loves you, that he's sorry.

You can’t feel his arms as he circles them around you, draws you tightly to his chest. No sound at all meets your ears even as he begs quietly for you to come back to him.

[anochuu]

Greed (R18+)

⤷ Genres: fluff, very slight angst, vague smut yall naughty children go bless yourself,

⤷ WARNING: includes non-con(force seduction)⚠️

⤷ Jungkook x Reader (Oneshot)

⤷Summary: (Y/n) is totally fine sharing her man with the whole wide world; But the man himself contend otherwise.

I always believed that the love he gave me are limitless-clearly from all the attentions and acts he has given to me even in the eyes of the public does not stop him from the skinship.

Once in a while his hold screams possessiveness,aggressive that it's painful on me but at times his touch could be so gentle that he is so afraid to break the delicate me,treat me with all cautious and gentleness.

He is the young man i have come to know very well-love by many and fans are obsess with him,everything he does are perfect in their eyes. Always known as the innocent features he have,cute peculiar habits and srunches his nose whenever he laughs or grin. Typical,i must say but he really is very charming.

Dating a now famous idol is a challenge for sure and many i have to overcome but fortunately i am not a person to be fuss over things i do not find it necessary to mind about.So i am good to say.

But not with the opposite latter.

"H-hey!" I gasp when he pushes me abruptly against the wall,the walk-in wardrobe door behind us slammed close and he locks it without even looking behind.

"What was that?" He asks,voice low and his breath brushes my cheek considering the closet fits right only for two people but then again, it was suppose to be one.

"What was..what?" I gaze up at him,quizzicaly.

"I left just for a while for the fan meeting and yet,you're flirting already with one of the crews?"

The creased on my forehead deepens,What is he trying to say? Flirting? What i am just having a normal conversations with his staffs is what he called flirting?

"Jungkook,you're mistaken,he was just-"

"Oh i know," He mutters, "But you're letting your guard down too much,(y/n). You're letting all the men have their ways with you."

"And all men are wolves,do you not know that? Or clearly,i haven't shown it to you enough?"

The shivers ran down my spine when his eyes glowered,his grip tightens around me making me unable to move a muscle.

The possessiveness starts to take over him and easily i suppose;on the opposite side, He can't control his emotions well leading to a sensitive jealousy whenever i am out from his sight.

I sigh when he dips his head down to start placing hungry kisses along my neck,his cold pair of lips that sends a guilty ecstacy but love it; me who is one to be manipulated by him;bewitched.

Jungkook unbinds my hair and in no time at all,he inhales the scent of the locks deep,his skillful hands locked mine in place giving him easy access without my fight.

"Jungkook.."

"Do you have any idea how you're looking at me right now?"

"How i'm...?" I shake my head weakly and he uses that motion to glide his lips up and down of my jawline,carressing my cheekbones with his hot breath.

"You misunderstood,we didn't do anything." I manage to speak between ragged  breathing.

"Oh ,angel, i'm not mad at you." He lets out a throaty chuckle and in this dim closet,i could make out a little what expression he is wearing right now.

"I'm frustrated that you're too easy to be approach by other men.Can't you tell the difference?"

A faint commotion was heard from behind closed door and it made him stiffen for a while,the announcement has been released and we both know who it is cue for.

"I guess that's my cue." He glances over his shoulder,before slowly gazing back into my eyes.

"Wait for me back home," His voice softens, peering down into my face, before placing a deep but short enough kiss to my lips,feeling the slight of his wet muscles upon mine.

"I'll call you." He last said then left the closet,leaving me alone with a burning flared heat rise up to my face and i even need to hold myself up against the wall to prevent me from melting down.

"Wh-what the hell..Jeon Jungkook.."

That night,not having the chance to greet him by the door,exhaustion took over me and i could not help but to fall asleep and even the clock is ticking late when all he did back then,when i recalled was that just to wait for him;didn't really specify when.

That is when i felt a weight over the bed around me,the bed creaks as it sunken down and a figure hovers above me.

The gentleness of the fingers graze upon my cheek causes me to stir slowly awake,coming to my senses.

When i did open my eyes,his breathtaking feature came into view,

"Jungkook.." His name slurred from my mouth,rubbing my eyes to make sure it is really him right here.

"Did i wake you up?"

"No," I lied, positioning myself to fully facing him,

"Did you just got home?"

He hums in respond, already stirred by his needs which is,lust.Jungkook held both my arms up, pinioning them beside my head,butterfly kisses were given to my along my jawline. What makes me awake next when he sucks sharply against my skin and jolted me a surprise,his teeth nibbles on them.

"W-wait—Jungkook-ah.."

"Sorry," He apologizes, "I'm here to keep my promise."

His lips found their way back to latch against mine,each foldings sends a shivers down my spine and i had to tilt my head to the side away from him to catch my breath when he did not given me any.

I sigh when his kisses distracted me,but his skillful hands starts to shed my apparel one by one before i knew it,

"Lift your arms up." He whispers hastily and i obliged in the heat of moment;he then pulls my T-shirt up and toss them aimlessly to the other side of the bed,the cold welcoming my body.

"Are you still mad?" I ask when he lowers himself down to place chaste kisses on my chest and stomach.

"No." He reply,pulling away from me just to peel off his own shirt,revealing his muscular biceps-toned abs and abroad chest where his gymnasium results shown very clearly.

"You know how i am,(y/n)." He hovers above me again,tugging on my shorts,in one swift movement he slids down off of it from my legs.

"You are aware of my possessiveness." He leans down,buried his face onto the crook of my neck and purposely tilted my head to the side giving him full access to it.

"But yet you're still here."

At this point i am utterly confuse; Was he doing all this because of natural emotions ,or is it because of jealousy? Is it because he is the way he is right now and no one can change that? Or is it because he love me too much just by seeing another man beside me infuriates him?

The perplexity turns down my will and mood instantly,my hazy eyes and senses snaps back.

"Jungkook—"

"Turn around for me,baby." He interjected,the lust in his eyes became incisive,and whatever is say now might become pointless to his ears.

When i did not even budge, he grabs my shoulder but gently and flips me around as he wishes me to,my stomach facing the bed and my back facing him.His fingertips trace on my skin, to places i have never been but i am blindly following his joy.

"Ah!" I yelped when i felt the tip of his slender fingers flicks my folds below,my hands curling to fists the bed's mattress beneath us.

"This is—unfair," I writhe; "It's a foul mov—Nnh!" I slap a palm over my mouth,refusing to let out the sound coming out from my lips that even i myself heard it very...uncomfortable.

He inserted one digits at a time,ignoring my pleas and stiffled moans-beads of sweats form around my temples whilst his fingers starts to move in and out sending guilt yet pleasure within me.

He bends down and breathe heavily right on the side of my earlobe,

"Lift your ass up." The last cue he had for me

Through my half-lidded eyes he sent me to the abyss and i am in no strength to refuse his evil invitation. I did not realize the tip of his hot sex meets my entrance,without another word easing himself inside and my body tense instantly. Biting my tongue,i hold back the urge to moan.

"Jungkook-!" I called once more before he can move further,laid my head onto the bed and narrowed my eyes to see him above, the sweats also forms around his forehead,down to his chin.

"I don't want this.." I beg,

"Let's..let's stop this now,okay?" I panted, and finally, his movement stop so as his eyes bored to me.

It is unfair how he can keep his composure and even looks up, while i completely bet i look like a shrimp on a steam of hot water right now,wriggling jittery to get free. Now that i'm looking back, all he did was just to relief his stress on me,using my body as he pleases. The touching never stops even if we are in public despite his status and that scared me so much

Am i drunk in this love alone? With him falling half-way instead? This is too terrifying and risky.

Then i snapped out from my own daze when i feel his fingers brushes my fringe out of the way that sticks onto the side of my face,tucking them to the side,

"You hate this?" His voice hoarse,filled the now silent room.

With my remaining strength,i pull myself up and lean on both elbows, "I didn't said that, i just don't like—the situations."

"Situations?"

"Yes!" I sigh exasperatedly, "Jungkook,let's stop for today,please?"

His eyes darkens for a moment that gives me a genuine fear for once, Is it because i defy him?

"Why now of all times?" He questions quietly,sinking himself deeper instead and the fraction of pleasure sends me collapse on the bed again, a loud moan escapes my mouth this time,

"Do you hate me?" His chest bumps on my back,whispering close to the side of my face;the heat he is emitting is too much for me to handle that i am starting to lose my mind and when i do,there is no going back.

"N-no aahn—!" I writhe,squirming under him.

"Then why?"

His movement is slow,electrifying me as if he is taking his time to devour me. His both hands trails up reaching for my fingers,entertwining them all tightly.

I began to see stars and could not answer him for i am too busy not to get ahead over my own voice,giving him the satisfaction that he really is good in doing this. It takes a few moments longer until he sped up and i can not keep up anymore.The fierce heat takes a hold of me,trapping me down.

"I'm too close.." He murmurs,his teeth nibbles on my exposed shoulders,

"(Y/n)," he breathe out; "Look at me,eung?" He adopted a pleading tone and simply he knows it very well he uses that soft tactic against me who can't refuse whenever he does that.

And so i did,this time his sweat drips on the tip of his chin,his eyes seems glossy.He lowers himself and kisses me fiercely,distracting me from the fact he comes but the heat yet reaches the depth of my body

He pulls away leaving a string of saliva between us. He collapses upon me,each of us trying to catch breaths within our lungs,

"Are you disgusted?" Jungkook breaks the silence,

"What?" I manage to speak up but small.

"Are you going to leave me? Because you're disgusted by me?"

I kept quiet. And he continue,

"I am a very selfish man,i like to keep things close to me when they've become my favourites. What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine,you know that very well,don't you?"

There was another pregnant of silence,

"I broke your wings,if that is what you despise,you may wish to go." He pulls himself away and i froze,whirled around to see him fully in the face.

He stood up and putting on his pants quietly,leaving me thinking to myself. Do i want this? Although most part of my heart knows well i love him so badly that i have to deny that fact.

"I can't control my possessiveness,you're scared of that too,i can see it." He pointed out,still not looking at me

"Jungkook," Without thinking i reach out to grab his hand which caught his attention back to our hands,then to me.

"I don't hate it.." Our eyes intensely bored to one another.

"I'm just..i was just,scared that i might break easily if you hold me too tight and at the same time, i am scared i disappointed you;what if you are possessive over nothing at the end?"

Jungkook spun around, "(Y/n),listen to me.You are not nothing." He cups my face,leaning closer,

"I love you,with every ounces of my being.This side of me,is only shown to you because i am terrified with the thought you will get sick of me some day."  He places chaste kisses on each of my eyelids,

"I went overboard today,i'm sorry. Forgive me?"

His beaming gaze pleads,asking for tolerance this time and my heart skips a beat.

I nod,"Please don't do that again," I wrap my arms around his neck,pulling him down with me until my back hits the mattress once more.

A throaty chuckles slips from his mouth and he kisses me again,this time the tip of my nose,

"I was scared,your grips..." i trailed off.

"I know," He rested his forehead on mine;knowing well what i meant,

"I'm sorry ,baby. I won't do it again."

His lips glided down from my cheekbones to my lips,pulling it into a deep-locking sensation,my eyes fluttering close slowly in the process. His hands roams around my hips,his thumb drawing circles lovingly and i anticipated what's next,

"I can't hold back again if you're this cute." He murmurs,sighing against my lips,

"Then don't"

Jungkook pulls away slightly just to get a good look on my expression, a jolt of surprise in his widened eyes,

"(Y/n)?"

I giggled, "Don't stop,Jungkook." I lift myself up,hugging his neck and my turn this time to bury my nose on the valley between his shoulder

"What's yours is yours,you said that."

It took him a few seconds to digest what i had just uttered, he took my face in his hold once more,

"I love you." He repeatedly whispers between our mingling breaths,sinking back to the bed and i was eaten by his abroad back;his hands traces along my thighs before slowly spreading them open,drawing another circles with his thumbs on the inner skin as if i am his proud masterpiece.

"Something so amazing...so beautiful..all for me.”

[heart-eyes-kippen]

The pride hoodies

Hi! Here's another fluffy confession fic for anyone trying to cope with all of the angst lately (me! it's me!)

Summary: TJ and Cyrus wear matching pride hoodies to school. TJ has an annoying teammate. Drama (and fluff) ensues.

You can read it on AO3 here

[Fic is under the break]

Cyrus was walking through the mall with TJ when he saw them - the most adorable hoodies he had ever laid his eyes upon. Okay, so maybe they weren't the most adorable, but they were definitely up there if you asked him. 

 It was a warm Thursday afternoon and they were wandering aimlessly between shops, pointing out things they liked but never actually committing to buying anything. It was somewhat of a tradition for them, and Cyrus appreciated every moment he got to spend talking with TJ, but the hoodies had definitely stolen his attention away in that moment.

 Cyrus couldn't drag his eyes away from the window display as they walked past, the world moving a little slower as he took in every detail he possibly could. He knew he was probably being slightly dramatic, but in that moment he really couldn't care less. They were ridiculously cute, and he didn't think he had ever wanted an article of clothing so much in his life. 

 TJ, who had a casual arm thrown over Cyrus' shoulders, picked up on his distraction almost immediately. He was always particularly sensitive to changes in Cyrus’ demeanour, no matter how small, and it was a curse as much as it was a blessing.  

 A knowing smile came to his lips. “Whatcha lookin' at?"

 Cyrus was jolted out of his trance. 

 "Nothing," he responded, maybe a little too quickly because it had TJ raising an amused eyebrow.

 He stopped walking then, and Cyrus glanced about nervously at the swarms of people surrounding them as TJ pulled him aside, paying no mind to the annoyed glances they were receiving. He could feel his face heating up slightly at the attention - the mall suddenly felt a whole lot more overwhelming, with all of its bright flashing signs and bustling sounds.

 "TJ," he mumbled half-heartedly, fixing him with a glare. There wasn't any heat behind it though, and it had TJ smiling as he nodded his head towards the shop display.

 "They're cute," he commented.

 Cyrus bit his lip. "I don't know what you're talking about," he insisted, grabbing TJ's hand and tugging him lightly in the opposite direction. "let's keep walking."

 TJ gently pulled his hand back, folding his arms with an amused smile. "Oh come on, you clearly want one. Let's go inside and I'll get you one."

 Cyrus nearly gasped. "I'm not letting you do that!"

 "And why not?"

 He glanced about the mall again, feeling his face grow even warmer. "Because."

 TJ rolled his eyes and placed a light hand on Cyrus' back, steering him through the glass doors of the small clothing store. 

 "As your friend I'm obligated to buy you cute hoodies,” he declared, smiling even wider when Cyrus rolled his eyes.

 "I really don't think that's a thing."

 "It is now."

 Cyrus stopped arguing after that, partially because the thought of TJ wanting to buy him a hoodie was heart-melting and partially because yeah, okay - the they were in fact very cute.

 TJ dragged him through the first few isles, glancing back occasionally to make sure he hadn't lost the boy somehow. The store's walls were painted a pastel pink, with fairy lights strung along the displays and retro looking chairs sat outside the changing rooms at the back. There were a few other people browsing, and a very bored looking cashier tapping away at his phone. They arrived at the racks behind the window display, TJ shooting him an amused look as he rushed forward. 

 "They're even cuter up close!" Cyrus gushed, only to clap a hand over his mouth when he caught sight of the smirk on TJ's face.

 "I knew it."

 "Shut up," he responded playfully.

 TJ just smiled and ushered him forward. "Well go on then, try one on." 

 Cyrus hesitantly reached out to grab a hoodie, taking a few moments to examine it. It was the nicest pastel pink he had ever seen, with adorable little pride flags printed on the front. It was the type of thing he usually only saw online, so the fact that it was being displayed at a storefront amazed him. He supposed TJ was right - really, he was legally obligated to buy anything with a rainbow flag on it.

 He carefully took it off its hanger and slipped it over his head, wriggling into it for a few moments.

 "Taa-daa!" he announced once he had succeeded, flashing a pair of jazz hands. The sleeves were slightly long on him though, so only the tips of his fingers were visible.

 TJ grinned. "Now that's a look. There's no way we're walking out of here without one for you."

 Cyrus smiled bashfully at that.

 "What about you?" he asked quickly, attempting to deflect the focus.

 He winced as soon as the words had left his mouth and scolded himself internally for the suggestion.

 There was no way TJ would want to wear a pride jumper of all things. Not to mention that it would mean the possibility of them accidentally wearing it at the same time - that would be catastrophic.

 TJ just smiled though, taking the boy completely by surprise. "Yeah, actually. That'd be cool." 

 "Really?" Cyrus asked, not even bothering to hide his shock. "Isn't it a little too...you know..."

 "A little too what?"

 "Nothing," he assured, trailing off for a moment out of embarrassment. "It's just...what if we accidentally wear it at the same time?"

 TJ frowned. "What would be so wrong with that?"

 "Nothing! I guess I just thought you wouldn't want that. We might, you know...look like a pair of dorks."

 TJ looked visibly taken aback by that, clearly not expecting the words from him of all people. The momentary hurt that flashed across his face made Cyrus regret speaking at all. He looked like a wounded puppy at that moment, and it was the very last expression he ever wanted to see on TJ's face.

 "Is that what you think?" the boy asked, his voice soft.

 "Of course not!" Cyrus quickly attempted to back-track. "I'd totally love to be...hoodie buddies? Oh god, that sounds lame-"

 "Why don't we be hoodie buddies tomorrow then?"

 Cyrus was almost fully certain he felt his heart melt into a puddle right then and there. TJ actually wanted to wear matching pride hoodies?

 "Uh - sure! Totally!" 

 TJ smiled and shifted his gaze back towards the rack, sifting through a few of the sizes. He pulled one out after a few moments, draping it over his arm.

 "Okay - take yours off and I'll pay." 

 "I can pay for mine-"

 "No way, Cy. I was the one who suggested coming in here." 

 Cyrus just folded his arms, a stubborn pout forming on his face. "I was the one staring in the first place," he retorted.

 "Yeah - without the intention of buying."

 "But..." Cyrus trailed off as he pulled the jacket over his head, shaking his head slightly. 

 The athlete just rolled his eyes and plucked the hoodie out of his arms. "They're half-price, anyway. I'm buying them."

 Cyrus couldn't help but smile fondly, relenting with a small sigh and watching as TJ marched up to the counter, carrying both of their hoodies.

 He had officially come to the conclusion that TJ was trying to kill him. Seriously - matching pride jumpers? He could practically feel himself swooning.

 After a minute or so, TJ was bounding back towards him, a large paper bag swinging by his side.

 "Done! Let's go!"

 TJ wrapped his free arm around Cyrus' shoulders as they left the store, and the boy found himself wondering if there would ever be a time when the action didn't make his heart flutter.

 "So...are we still doing tomorrow?" TJ asked him, looking hesitant all of a sudden.

 "We're still doing tomorrow." he confirmed, smiling softly and giving the boy a playful nudge.

 ~

 Cyrus was in crisis mode on the walk to school the following day. Funnily enough, the chaotic swirl of storm clouds looming in the sky above him very much reflected how he felt at that moment. He was panicked beyond belief, and it was only worsening by the second. 

 Cyrus paused in his tracks for a moment, taking deep, purposeful breathes - he could already feel his forehead becoming damp with sweat, and his thinking was becoming more and more irrational. 

 TJ wouldn't even be wearing his jumper. Words were one thing, but actually wearing a pride jumper to school? That was another thing entirely, and he'd probably realised overnight what a mistake it was.

 Before he could get any more stressed out, he lifted the stupid pride hoodie over his head and stuffed it forcefully into the front pocket of his bag. 

 Along with the hoodie, it felt as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He walked through the school gates with a slight spring in his step, knowing there was no chance of humiliation when he inevitably saw TJ without his jumper.

 He crossed the basketball court and entered the school building, humming quietly to himself as he approached his locker and began to unlock it.

 "Hey - underdog!"

 His face paled slightly. He whirled around, fully prepared to apologise for ever suggesting the idea, but the words died on his lips when his eyes landed on the boy. 

 "...Oh."

 TJ was wearing the hoodie. TJ was actually wearing the hoodie.

 The athlete frowned. "Where's your hoodie?"

 Cyrus desperately tried to push away the memory of him asking Jonah a very similar question.

 "It's uh...it's in my bag. I didn't think you would wear yours." 

 "Why wouldn't I?"

 "Well, it's middle school...I didn't think you'd want to risk looking like..."

 "Looking like what?"

 He shifted nervously, a blush beginning to climb from the base of his neck up to his face. "A pair of dorks," he finished flatly.

 There was a surprisingly bright smile on TJ's lips now. "I'm pretty sure we're already dorks without the hoodies, and - for the record - we're definitely the cutest pair of dorks I know."

 A slow smile spread across Cyrus' face as he reached down to pull the hoodie out of his bag and slip it over his head. He spent a few moments wriggling into it, then he launched himself at TJ and hugged him as tightly as he could.

 "You're the best," he mumbled.

 TJ staggered back slightly, but he quickly steadied himself with a fond smile and wrapped his arms around Cyrus. 

 "I think you're the best actually," TJ corrected, his words slightly muffled. by Cyrus’ hair.

 The other boy was beaming as he pulled away. "Totally not true...but thanks."

 TJ opened his mouth to say something then, but someone beat him to it. 

 "Hey guys - nice hoodies!" 

 Cyrus immediately separated himself from TJ at the sound of Jonah's voice, his expression nervous.

 "Thanks...they're not too dorky for you, are they?"

 He honestly didn't know where the remark had come from, but he regretted it almost instantly. His tone sounded bitter even to him, and it clearly seemed to shock Jonah if his wide eyes were anything to go by.

 TJ looked between the two boys in confusion, before realisation swept over his face. He turned to Jonah, his gaze accusatory. "Did you say something to him?"

 Cyrus bit his lip and rested a placating hand on TJ's shoulder. 

 "It's fine TJ," he mumbled. "It was a while ago and I'm over it now, I don't even know why I-"

 "No. I shouldn't have said it."

 They both turned their gaze towards Jonah, so stunned that the words to respond had escaped them both.

 "I know it was a while ago, but I clearly hurt your feelings. I didn't mean to make you feel self-conscious, but...that's what I did. I'm sorry."

 Cyrus paused for a few moments, still processing, then he stepped forward with a smile and pulled the boy into a hug.

 "It's okay," he assured.

 Jonah hesitantly returned the smile as they pulled away. "So...wanna hang later?"

 "Yeah! That'd be great. Meet at The Spoon after school?"

 "Sure thing. I'll see you later, Cy." 

 Cyrus watched him walk away for a moment before turning to TJ, practically giddy with excitement. "He apologised for something! Wait until Andi hears about this." 

 TJ tried to match his enthusiasm, but he fell short drastically.

 "That's great!" he responded, but everything about the words seemed half-hearted. 

 Cyrus frowned. "Is something wrong?"

 "No," he said quickly. "Lets just go. You have English first, right?"

 "Yeah...but are you sure you're okay?"

 TJ's gaze flickered down to the ground for a brief moment, and he gave the boy a jerky nod.

 Cyrus raised a disbelieving eyebrow. "Okay," he agreed, turning to walk away. "Let's go then."

 He began to leave then, but TJ reached out and gently grabbed his hand. Cyrus barely managed to conceal a smile at the action - walking away tended to do the trick. 

 TJ lowered his gaze to the floor, his cheeks a light shade of red and his hands fiddling nervously with the hem of his hoodie. He glanced wearily around at the nearby students. 

 "Do you still like him?" he asked, the words so quiet that Cyrus had to lean in slightly to catch them.

 It took him a few moments to register who TJ was referring to, but when he did his mouth fell open in shock. 

 TJ almost seemed...no. There was no way. 

 "No," he responded quickly, shocked that anyone could still think he liked Jonah. "I haven't for a while."

 "Oh." 

 Cyrus' eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "...How did you find out about that?" 

 "I didn't really find out per se, I just kind of..."

 "Figured?" Cyrus finished, a smile on his lips.

 "Yeah," he breathed. "Sorry." 

 "Don't be," Cyrus assured, stepping forward and placing a careful hand on his arm. 

 He hesitated for a moment before adding "is there anything you wanted to tell me?"

 TJ vehemently shook his head, a light blush staining his cheeks again. "Nope! I was just...wondering." 

 It didn't take long for Cyrus to forget about TJ's odd behaviour as they headed to class, laughing and playfully bumping into one another as usual. If TJ's glances just happened to linger longer than they normally did, Cyrus didn't mention it.

 ~

 “Okay guys, we get it, you’re wearing matching hoodies and it’s cute, now can you please stop taking photos of yourselves?” 

 Cyrus gave Buffy an accusatory look at that. “What do you mean? We’ve only been doing this for...” he trailed off as he glanced down at his watch, his eyes widening. “20 minutes! TJ -  how have we been taking photos for 20 minutes?” 

 The boy just shrugged, clearly amused by the fact. “Snapchat filters are fun.” 

 “They are fun,” Cyrus agreed, pocketing his phone. “But we should probably start interacting with our friends.” 

 Andi laughed. “Oh, by all means - keep going! We’d love to hear more about how TJ looks ‘absolutely adorable’ with the dog filter, and how he should ‘definitely wear more lipstick if this filter is anything to go by’ and-“ 

 “Okay, okay, I hear you,” Cyrus grumbled, a blush warming his face as he glanced over at TJ. “It’s all true though, just so you know.”

 “I’ll look into the lipstick then,” the boy said with a laugh.

 “Don’t,” Buffy advised him. “I’m pretty sure Cyrus would die on the spot.”

 “Pfft wow okay, TJ is cute but he isn’t that cute,” Cyrus said. 

 TJ raised a hand to his chest, feigning offence. “What did you just say about me?” 

 “That you aren’t that cute,” the boy responded smugly. 

 TJ gasped. “Whatever happened to ‘wow TJ, you look so cute with that panda filter!’ and ‘oh my gosh TJ, this blue filter really brings out your eyes-‘“

 “Okay, you definitely added that ‘really’ in there,” Cyrus teased.

 “That doesn’t change the rest of the sentence!” 

 Cyrus and TJ rapidly fell into their own world as usual, all playful remarks, lingering looks and whispered jokes. Both Andi and Buffy found the duo nauseatingly sweet (and frustratingly oblivious) at times, but seeing Cyrus happy made almost anything worth it.

 The bell rang not long after that, sounded sharply within the corridors and bringing with it murmured complaints about subjects. 

 TJ let out a heavy sigh. “I have maths next,” he despaired. “Then I have that basketball game so I won’t even be able to talk to you.” 

 Cyrus felt his heart flutter at those words. 

 “Wellll, if you get through both of those things then I’ll buy you a milkshake tomorrow.” 

 “...Does the milkshake come with a hug?”

 “Duh.” 

 TJ smiled fondly. “How could I possibly say not to that, then?” 

 “I have no idea,” Cyrus said honestly, returning the smile as he gently tugged the boy to the side of the corridor. 

 Students were rushing past them now, and TJ watched in confusion as Cyrus produced a pen from his pocket and lifted the boy’s arm. It took him a minute or so, the drawing was slightly wobbly, but TJ’s smile still had the same level of adoration as it normally did whenever Cyrus drew on his arm.

 “There - now you have a small milkshake on your arm that you can look at to get through maths.”

 “What would I do without you?” TJ asked, only half-seriously. 

 “Well - you’d definitely be deprived of my questionable drawing abilities.” 

 “Your wonderful drawing abilities, you mean,” TJ corrected as they began walking again, their hands brushing slightly.

 “...Sure,” Cyrus smiled. “We’ll stick with that.” 

 ~

 "Hey - Goodman!" 

 Cyrus looked over at the basketball player in confusion, before giving him a hesitant wave. 

He was stood in the hall waiting for TJ to finish up in the change rooms, and he really didn't expect any of the other players to acknowledge him. Sure - he attended their games and he'd had the occasional small talk with some of them, but that was the extent of his relationship with the team. The dreary morning had given way to a rainy afternoon by now, and having a conversation with anyone but TJ after an exhausting week was admittedly the last thing on his mind.

 The boy approached him, and Cyrus gave him a polite smile. He spent a few desperate moments trying to recall his name, but he came up blank.

 "Nice hoodie," he commented. "TJ's wearing the same one, right?"

 "Uh - thanks! And yeah...he is," Cyrus responded, wincing slightly and bracing himself for whatever comment was coming next.

 "That's cute."

 "...I guess, yeah."

 "You do know why though, right?" 

 Cyrus gave him a blank look. "Why what?"

 "I mean - you know why he's so down to wear the same hoodie as you, right?"

 Cyrus felt his stomach turn uncomfortably at the words, not liking the implications he was already picking up in the slightest.

 "Yeah - because we're friends."

 The boy laughed. "Oh man, that's funny."

 "...What's funny about it?"

 The basketball player just chuckled and placed a hand on Cyrus' shoulder, shaking his head.

 "Bro. It's because he likes you."

 Cyrus' heart skipped a beat. He had expected something along those lines, but hearing the words aloud?

 "I know he likes me," he replied quickly. "I like him too."

 "I don't think you're getting it. TJ like likes you. As in - he wants to date you." 

 Cyrus just took a deep breath. This guy was obviously just messing around with his captain, he rationalised to himself.

 "I really don't think so," he said with an uncomfortable laugh.

 The boy scoffed. "Come on, man. Why else would he wanna wear matching jumpers? Only couples do that."

 "Because we're friends. Just friends! That's it."

 At that moment, he heard the hurried sounds of footsteps against the hard wood floor behind him, and his heart sank. He whirled around, only catching a glimpse of TJ as he pushed his way past the double doors and rushed down the corridor.

 He didn't bother calling out for him - if TJ was upset, he definitely wouldn't listen. All he could do for a moment was stand there, his mind reeling with about a billion different thoughts.

 He turned to the basketball player with a sarcastic smile. "Nice chat," he remarked, before running out after the boy to call his friends.

 ~

 [6:36 pm] 

 Cyrus: TJ. Can we please talk?

Cyrus: It's been a few hours now and I'm worried.

 [6:58 pm] 

 Cyrus: Please say something. 

 [7:08 pm] 

 Cyrus: Do I have to kick down your door? Because I will. Maybe. 

Cyrus: At least send a fullstop or something to let me know you're safe?

 [7:16 pm] 

 Cyrus: Are you mad? Did I do something?

Cyrus: Can we please talk about this?

 [7:36 pm] 

 Cyrus: Okay. Nice talk. 

 "It's no use," he sighed, throwing himself onto the couch with a defeated sigh. "He hates me now."

 Buffy collapsed down next to him, a sympathetic smile on her face. "He could never hate you, Cyrus. He's just being annoying right now."

 Andi gently leant over to rest her head on his shoulder, wrapping a supportive arm around her friend. "He'll call soon, don't worry."

 Cyrus bit his lip and looked down at Jonah, who was sat on the floor in front of them.

 "I'm sorry I was too busy worrying for us to hang out. Could we try again over the weekend?"

 The boy just smiled. "Of course we can! Don't worry about it, Cy."

 "Thanks," he breathed out, sinking further down on the couch. It was still raining, and he found a strange sense of comfort in the fact that the weather seemed to be reflecting his mood. The grey sky outside was giving his living room a washed out appearance, and Buffy seemed to realise this because she got up suddenly and closed all the curtains, flicking on the warm lamps around the room one by one.

 "I have all the episodes of Queer Eye downloaded on my laptop," she told Cyrus as she moved around the room. "How about we watch some?"

 She smiled knowingly when he immediately perked up, straightening in his seat with an excited grin.

 "Yeah! Let's do that."

 "Great! I'll go get my-"

 The words died on Buffy's lips when the sound of sharp knocking filled the living room.

 Cyrus turned to Andi, who gave him an excited nod, then to Jonah, who gave him an encouraging thumbs-up, then to Buffy, who shook her hood in amusement and gave him a playful smack on the arm as she passed the couch. 

 "Go! And stall for a bit - we have to escape through the backdoor." 

 Cyrus nodded frantically and rushed through the living room, straightening his hair and his clothes as he went. He reached the front door and practically flung it open, realising too late that he probably looked slightly desperate.

 "I'm so sorry if I did anything or if what that guy said upset you, I promise I don't believe him-“ 

 TJ just surged forward and hugged the boy, who happily wrapped his arms around the athlete's neck and buried his face in the fabric of his hoodie. It was damp from the rain, but Cyrus couldn't care less in that moment. 

 "You have nothing to apologise for. I was the one being stupid." 

 "You're not stupid," came the muffled reply.

 TJ smiled fondly, before stepping back with a small sigh. "I really am sorry if I made you worry."

 "It's fine-"

 "It's not though," he interrupted, shifting his gaze towards the ground. He hesitated for a moment, clearing thinking over something in his head.

 "I was just scared," he added, his voice much softer now.

 Cyrus felt his heart break at that. He barely resisted the urge to move forward and try to comfort the boy somehow. 

 "Scared of what?" he asked instead.

 TJ returned his gaze to Cyrus. For a moment or two it looked as though he was searching for something - trying to psych himself up somehow. 

 "Scared that you might hate me," he explained after a moment, shoving his hands into his pockets. Cyrus recognised the action - TJ would usually did this to prevent himself from nervously fiddling with his clothes. 

 Cyrus frowned. "Why would I hate you? I could never hate you."

 “You might after I tell you this," TJ said with a slight laugh.

 "Try me," he responded, his voice sounding a lot more confident than he felt.

 TJ took a small step forward, and Cyrus could say for certain that he had never felt his heart race quite so fast. The rain was still pouring down behind TJ, splashing loudly against his driveway, but somehow he wasn't focused on that. Not when TJ was right there, his breathes slightly ragged and his gaze hesitant as it met Cyrus’. 

 "Adam wasn't wrong," he breathed out. "I like you."

 "...You do?"

 "Yeah. Like - a lot," he said, visibly drawing back as though expecting some kind of outburst.

 Cyrus was beaming at him now. He stepped forward slightly to close some of the distance between them. "Do you wanna know a secret?" 

 A hesitant smile began to tug at TJ's lips. "What is it?" he asked, visible hope on his face now.

 "I like you a lot too."

 He let out a sigh of relief and moved forward to engulf the boy in another hug. Cyrus wrapped his arms around TJ's neck for balance and stood up on his tippy-toes, placing a quick kiss on the athlete's cheek.

 TJ's face visibly reddened at that, looking both giddy and amazed in the most adorable way possible. Cyrus felt warm wrapped up like this, despite the icy breeze that had accompanied the afternoon rain.

 He caught sight of the smudged milkshake drawing on TJ’s arm as they pulled away, and he couldn’t help but smile. 

 He took both of TJ’s hands. “So...I was thinking,” 

 “About what?” the boy asked, glancing briefly down at their hands as if he couldn’t quite believe what was happening.

 “I still owe you that milkshake, and the carnival is still in town tomorrow, so how about a milkshake-carnival date? We could get some take-out from the spoon in the morning and head to the carnival from there.”

 TJ’s smile widened. “It’s a date.” 

 They remained like that for a few moments, completely caught up in one another, until a muffled yelp from Cyrus’ house alerted them to fact that they weren’t alone. 

 "You guys are complete liars!" Cyrus called over his shoulder.

 TJ watched in bewilderment as Buffy, Andi and Jonah all emerged from around the corner, looking guiltily at the duo.

 Jonah pointed an accusatory finger at the other two. "It was entirely their idea!"

 "Hey - it was raining!" Andi defended. 

 Buffy threw them both an amused glance and rolled her eyes. "I just wanted to see if I needed to beat TJ up for hurting your feelings. Turns out I don't, because - as everyone has known for about 10 years now - you both like each other!"

 Cyrus couldn't help but smile again at those words, while TJ just folded his arms and raised a challenging eyebrow.

 "You think you could beat me in a fight, Driscoll?"

 "Yeah, I do actually. Wanna go right now?"

 "Sure. What kind of fight are we talking here?"

 "Absolutely not," Cyrus interrupted, always the voice of reason. "We are not going to fight when my parents could come home at any second. In fact - we're not going to fight at all!"

 TJ immediately nodded. "Yeah. What Cyrus said."

 Buffy gave him an exasperated look, but she nodded along anyway. "Fine."

 "Good! Now - who wants to watch Queer Eye?"

 Everyone but TJ groaned.

 "Cyrus, we've seen both seasons about a billion times," Buffy complained. "And you're not upset anymore, so don't you dare use that as an excuse." 

 "So? It never gets old!"

 "It's very re-watchable," TJ agreed. 

 Cyrus beamed at him, turning to Buffy again with a smug smile. "See?"

 "Yeah," she scoffed. "Because he's not biased at all."

 He pointedly ignored the comment and took TJ's hand, pulling him inside and closing the front door behind him. He tugged him towards the living room after that, and the trio looked after them in mild disbelief. 

 "I'm pretty sure he's the biggest suck up ever," Buffy remarked.

 Andi nodded in agreement. "Is this what we're going to have to live with?" 

 Jonah watched Cyrus and TJ for a moment, thinking back to how defensive TJ had been earlier that day at the notion of anyone hurting Cyrus' feelings. He couldn't help but smile.

 "Eh, let 'em live. They clearly like each other a lot - it's cute if you ask me."

 He walked into the living room after Cyrus and TJ, leaving Andi and Buffy to exchange a small smile.

 "I guess he's right," Andi relented. "They are pretty cute."

 Buffy nodded in agreement and wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulders as they made their way to the living room. 

 "As long as Cyrus is happy, then I'm happy."

[all-appreciation]

You Got Lucky

Word count: 3.5k

Vernon smut

no warnings

This is my first time writing smut so please cut me some slack. This is a Merry Christmas gift for @whimsical-whatever​

Very little proof reading was done, so sorry for any mistakes.

So enjoy

It had been an exciting day for the Ravenclaws. Finding out your house had won the house cup was an amazing achievement. After the disappointment of Gryffindor winning the past years, hearing y’all had won felt better than being top in class. The great hall had been buzzing for long after Dumbledore made the announcement. There was talk that Hufflepuff was going to throw a party that night in their common room, in celebration of the end of the year and the Ravenclaws win.

After hearing about the party I knew I had to decide if I was going to go or not. I know no one is dressing up but I’m sure things are going to get weird so I might want to wear extra layers. Now that I think about it, all the houses will be there so it will definitely get hot. I know someone will force me to go so I might as well go willingly.

I got ready to go by putting on some light makeup and decided to just wear my uniform. I walked to the Hufflepuff dorms and knocked on the barrels in the correct order and rhythm, hopefully. Watching the door swing open was a big relief and I walked in. I could already hear the music playing and people talking. I was surprised it wasn’t the Gryffindors who threw the party to be honest. No one has seen the Hufflepuff common room that wasn’t a Hufflepuff in years and from what I could tell it was homey and welcoming. It was warm but not overbearing, so far at least.

I could see Hoshi from Gryffindor and DK from Hufflepuff giving the new first years fire whiskey. I could tell that it wouldn’t end well. And judging by the sounds from the back corner it seems like Jun and Minghao are passing out some Weasley candy. That definitely means that some weird things are gonna be seen and hear tonight. I worry that those boys are gonna scare off the first years. At least most of my fellow house members are already smarter than to take anything from the sixth and seventh years.

I decided to walk over to the table they had set up with drinks and grab one. I didn’t see anyone from my house so I walked over to the corner close to the door. It was interesting to see all the people coming in and watching all the houses get along. I think everyone from all the houses are here. Right as I took a sip of my drink, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I almost spit the drink out and turned to see it was Vernon.

“Damn it, Vernon. You almost made me choke on my drink.” you slapped his arm as you said this. I looked at him as he laughed and noticed how good he looked in black and yellow. His hair was hanging in his eyes but his eyes shined bright with happiness. He was so cute. I wish we were closer friends.

“Sorry,” he giggled out, “it wasn’t my intention to do that but I wanted to welcome you to the common room since I know no ones seen the Hufflepuff common room.” he motioned around the room to show me what he was talking about. “To be honest I didn’t think I would see you here, but I’m happy you came.”

“I’m happy I came too. I knew someone would force me to if I didn’t want to anyways,” I say dejectedly.

“Then do you want to get out of here? I mean my dorm is empty, like most of the rest, and I have a bottle of fire whiskey hidden in my trunk.” He nudges my side and motions to the stairs. I look up at him and think about it. I do want to get closer to him and I’m not having much fun right now so why not.

“Sure. It sounds nice.” I look away and start walking to the stairs. I could hear him come up behind me and fall in step with me. He walks up the steps first to lead the way to his room. He said he shares it with Seungkwan and DK. I take a seat on the floor by the fire while he grabs the whiskey. “I don’t have cups so we’ll have to drink from the bottle.”

I shrug and grab the bottle to take a swig. It burns while it goes down, but what else could I expect. He looks a little shocked but then smiles and sits next me.

“So…what now?” I ask sheepishly. He just grabs the bottle and shrugs.

“Let’s just talk. We’re friends but don’t know much about each other.” he says taking a swig from the bottle. So that’s what we do. We sit there talking and laughing and drinking. I enjoy seeing him so carefree and open with me. He’s loosened his tie and we’ve both taken off our robes. It’s gotten hot from sitting in front of the fire and the whiskey just makes it hotter.

We had switched from jokes to stupid pickup lines.

“Are you a magician? because whenever I look at you, everyone else just disappears,” he says looking me in the eyes. We both start laughing at that one. He slowly stops laughing and so do I. I see him glance down at my lips and I subconsciously lick them. He looks back at my eyes and starts to lean in. I don’t lean away and watch as he moves closer.

I can feel his breath on my face. He glances down once more to my lips seeing if I’ll move away but I don’t. He looks back up and closes his eyes. I feel his lips on mine. Sparks doesn’t describe the feeling nothing does. He may taste like whiskey but there’s an undertaste of purely him. Sweet and ever present. He slowly pulls away and softly smiles.

“You have no idea how long, I’ve wanted to do that.” he grabs my hands as the blush darkens on his face. I could look at him all day and now I know I could kiss him all day too.

“I think I could guess. I may or may not have felt the same.” I squeeze his hands as I say this. He doesn’t say anything back, just releases one of my hands and gently pushes me to lay down. He crawls over my straddling my lap and looks down at me. He rests his weight on me and kisses me again. I can feel his heartbeat and breathing increase. I feel every shift he makes and something hard against my own pelvis. I reach up and wrap one of my arms around his neck while the other goes to his hair.

I tug his hair lightly and feel his groan against my lips. It was a beautiful sound and I want to hear more. He slides his tongue over my lip and I open my mouth for him. His tongue moves around my mouth in a fervor and entices mine to play. I take one of my hands and begin to unbutton his shirt, slowly. He doesn’t stop me, if anything he encourages it by moving to give me easier access to the buttons. I get his shirt all the way unbuttoned when he pulls away to breath.

“Why don’t we move to the bed. It’s more comfortable.” he says as he stands up and pulls me up with him. He picks me up carries me to the bed. He sets me down gently and pulls his shirt completely off and throws it to the floor. He climbs back on top of me and looks down at me. "May I remove your shirt, I mean it’s only fair.“ he motions at my button up. I nod and lean up a little for him to get my tie off. He removes it and sets it to the side and starts working on my buttons.

After he’s completely unbuttoned my shirt he looks down at me and pulls my hands away as I try to cover myself. He leans down to kiss me again and it’s all the confirmation I need to know he thinks I'm beautiful.

He lets me sit up to take my shirt and bra off before laying me back down and lowering his body to mine again. I’ve gotten sensitive as my need for him has grown. I sigh contently as my nipples rub against his chest. I can feel him smile against my neck as I let the sound out. I know he’s marking me but it feels to good to stop him.

He leans up and stands at the side of the bed and starts unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. I sit up and watch as his pants pool around his ankles and he steps out of them. I can’t help but look down and notice how hard he is in his black boxers. He looks so good with his hair a mess, swollen lips, and a swollen dick. All of this is caused by me and it feels euphoric knowing I caused this. I watch he slides his boxers down and gasp as his dick pops up to hit his stomach. He’s around average for what I know but he looks perfect.

“Can I remove the rest of your clothes?” he asks as he walks to kneel at the end of the bed. I timidly nod my head as watch as he lowers to his knees. He looks amazing from this angle I think again.

He slowly slides his hands up my legs and leaves kisses along my calves and knees. He finds the zipper to my skirt and I lift my hips a little to help him slide it down my legs. He looks back at my core and moves closer. I lean up onto my elbows and watch as he starts nibbling  on my thighs moving closer to my flower.

Once he reaches it, he takes and deep breath and groans out loud. I’m not sure how to react so I try to close my legs, but he grabs them and holds them apart before I can.

“Please don’t. You smell so good and I want to taste you so bad. Can I please?” he pleads up at me with puppy dog eyes. There’s no way I could say no with those eyes and the reaction he had to just the smell, so I nod my head and lay down flat on my back.

 I can feel him readjust himself to be comfortably closer. He mouths over my soaked core and I moan out and want to reach down to him, but I grab the sheets at my side instead. He pulls away to drag my panties down and toss them to the floor. He wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls my body closer to his with my legs slightly over his shoulders. I gasp and squeak as I feel myself being pulled but he doesn’t seem to hear.

I feel his warm breath on my wet core and feel a little embarrassed but don’t try to close my legs. I grip the sheets tighter when I feel him moving closer.

A loud moan escapes my lips when I feel him kitten licking my core. I cover my face until I hear him groan out about how good I taste.

“You taste better than I ever imagined and trust me, I’ve imagined this before. You taste as sweet as you act and I feel I might get addicted,” he says as he moves not even an inch from my core. I can feel his lips move against me as he talks and I want to tell him that I’ve imagined how his lips would feel against mine, both of them, but he’s back licking harder than I thought he could before I can get the words out.

He moved one hand to my clit and slowly starts rubbing against it while his other hand massages my thigh. I feel his tongue enter me and arch my hips onto his face. I gasp and groan out for him to not stop. It feels amazing. Like white heat is coursing through my veins. I finally reach now and grab at his hair to hold him against me. He hums against my core and make me gasp and pull harder at his hair. At this point I’m not sure I care if he can breath as long as he doesn’t stop.

He slowly stop moving his hand and pulls his head away. I whimper and try to pull him back but he just grabs my hand in his hair and holds it while smiling at me. I can see my juices all over his lips, chin, and even his nose. He licks his lips and smirks down at me. He moves up my body and kisses me. I never thought I would like to taste myself but coming from him, I don’t mind.

I can finally feel all his body on me. I can feel his warm defined chest on mine. Our legs tangled together. I can feel his dick rub against my slit and I try my hardest not to moan into his mouth. I want to repay the favor. I want to make him feel good, to make those sounds come out of his mouth again.

“Can you…can you lay on your back?” I ask him timidly after he pulls away. He looks at me curiously but does as I say. He moves me off of him to turn onto his back and I crawl between his legs. One of his hands is behind his head while the other rests on his stomach. I reach up and run my hands down his chest. He looks like a god laying there splayed out for me, the sweat on his brow, his muscles tense.

I move up to his neck and start to slowly lick and suck on his neck. I want to leave my mark on him like he did to me. I start right under his jaw line and slowly move down his neck. He moans louder than expected when I reach his collarbone. Guess I found his sweet spot. I suck a mark onto his collarbone and move down to his chest. I leave another trail of hickeys down his chest, these he can cover. I stop to look up at his face when I reach his dick.

He’s breathing hard and his face is flushed red. His pupils are dilated with lust, like I’m sure mine are. He reaches a hand down and brushes the hair out of my face and behind my ear. I smile at him and look back down at his cock.

I lean down and lick the tip of his dick, and he sighs out. I get comfortable on my knees and lean over his groin. One of my hands reaches out to slowly stroke him with my fingertips and Vernon twitches lightly at the contact. I fully wrap my hand around him and lightly squeeze to see his reaction. His stomach seizes up and he fists the sheets beside him but there isn’t a sound.

I decide to move my hand down to the base of his dick and put my mouth around the head of his cock. I suck lightly hoping to receive some sound as a reward. I just get a strained sound from his throat. I look up with my mouth still on him and catch his eyes. He seemed to be holding his sounds in. I’ll just have to try harder.

I push my mouth down lower onto him and relax my throat. I take him ‘til my nose touches his skin and hollow my cheeks as I slowly drag my tongue along the bottom of his dick while moving toward the tip. My hand replaces my mouth as I move and tongue the slit of his dick while my hand massages the rest. He finally lets out a loud moan and I feel my core squeeze around nothing at the sound. My other hand moves to fondle his balls as I continue to suck and lick his tip.

“That feel amazing.” he breathes out as one of his hands moves to the back of my head. He doesn’t push my head down or away, he just pets my hair. I take my mouth off of him and move down to suck on his balls. I get another moan at the action and smirk to myself. My hand continues to fondle his balls in place of my mouth as I move to take him again. “If you don’t stop soon, I’ll come.”

He takes my head and moves it away from him. He pulls me slightly and I take it as a sign to move on top of him. I kiss him lightly and feel him smile into the kiss.

“I want you to ride me, please.” he looks me in the eyes as he says this and I feel the breath leave my lungs. I really want to ride him.

“Do you have a condom?” I lean up and bit to ask him. He motions to the bed side table and I check the drawer. I find the condom and open it to slowly slide it onto him. I position my legs on both sides of him and raise myself above his dick. I grab his dick and rub it against my folds to get us both ready. I slowly lower myself onto his cock and moan out when I’ve fully taken him. Thank god I was turned on of it might have hurt more. I give us both some time to adjust before I start raising and lowering my hips.

“You fee amazing wrapped around me. Hot and wet. Do you feel good?” I hear Vernon say with a fucked out voice, it sounds raspy and worn. I nod my head knowing if I open my mouth only moans and whimpers would escape. I put my hands on his chest and feel myself begin to tire out. I think he notices because he says “lay down on my chest.”

I lay down onto him and feel him plant his feet onto the bed. I don’t know what to expect but I almost scream as I feel my body shake from his first powerful thrust. He giggles a bit but doesn’t stop. His thrusts continue but alternate in speed and harshness. He’ll go from what feel just like grinding to pulling all the way out and slamming back in.

“Ah..Vernon. Don’t stop. You feel amazing.” I moaned into his neck. I started biting on his neck and scratching his chest to keep myself from screaming out. I could feel myself getting closer and from his thrusts I think he is too. “ ’m so close…please Hansol.” I beg out to him. I can hear him breathing heavily and the sounds of our sexes colliding. One of his hands reaches out to rub at my clit and it sends me over the edge. I scream out into his neck and grip hard on his biceps. His hips start to stutter and I feel him still and he releases a deep throaty groan and grabs at my hips to hold me against him.

We are slowly coming down from our highs when he releases my hip and I roll off of him. He sits up to take the condom off and throws it in the bin next to his bed. He lays back down next to me and puts us both under he covers. He grabs my hips and drags my body over to his as close as we can be. I rest my head on his shoulder and my arm across his torso.

“That was amazing. I know now may be a weird time to say this,” he moves me to look up at him, “but I love you. I have since we started talking. You are just so smart, passionate, and motivated, not to mention beautiful. I hope you don’t regret this tomorrow because I know I won’t.”  I lean up to kiss him when he finished his little speech.

“I could never regret this. You may not have been my first but I’m damn sure you’re the best. I love you too, Hansol.” I reach up to grab his jaw, “You are passionate, loyal, and driven in everything you do. You never want to let people do and you don’t. I really do love you.” he smiles and leans down to kiss me.

I lay back down on his chest and almost fall asleep before a thought comes into my head.

“What about if the other boys walk in?” I ask in slight panic. He just rubs his hand down my back and pushes my head back down.

“Don’t worry about it. They’ll be passed out drunk at this point and we are the only boys who can get into this room. We’ll be fine. Just sleep, baby girl.” I smile after he says that and lay back down. That’s probably the best I’ve ever slept.