#so that's about how good I was at sports back then

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Turnabout

IVE An Yujin x m!reader

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Part 8 of IVED Vanilla Latte

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"Such a bed hog, Jang Wonyoung," Yujin grumbles as she peels the blankets back, careful not to disturb when she drapes it over you both and snuggles up against your chest. You share the complaint—it's a wonder how such a petite little thing can occupy so much space. 

"Always the brat that gets what she wants, I guess," you mutter with a sleepy smile, wrapping an arm around Yujin's back as the realization sets in that you're awake.

"Maybe that's the problem. We spoil her too much—fucking cums three times on daddy's fat cock and still steals all the covers."

Can’t exactly argue with that either. Yujin’s already energetic enough to trace circles into your bare chest, while Wonyoung is still in deep slumber, curled up peacefully right by your side. It’s well into the morning, but winter break means late nights and later mornings, plenty of time to sleep in and do absolutely nothing.  

And if that sleep comes with these two tangled up all over you in this spacious bed, cuddled nice and tight under the covers, then there's really not a single thing to complain about.

“Well, good morning, daddy," Yujin says, a bit hoarse, sleepiness still present when she plants a kiss right on your lips. 

"Morning, Yudolph," you reply, making Yujin giggle out instantly when her mouth reaches your neck. She nibbles gently, slow but steady, kissing her way across your exposed skin. And god, how she manages to look so fucking beautiful in the morning is beyond your comprehension. Even bare-faced, Yujin looks effortlessly gorgeous.

Wonyoung is the real sleeper amongst the three of you, even after Yujin kisses her so gently on the forehead to try and wake her up, still out like a light. That doesn't seem to matter, because she takes advantage, still showering you in attention—kisses on your neck that become a bit aggressive, a little more nibbling, a little sucking, teeth grazing against your skin until you can feel the ache where her mark is.

"A little needy this morning, are we?"

Yujin doesn't respond at first, too lost in what she's doing to hear your words as her hands wander a bit south, feeling how your boxers strain around your morning hardness.

"It's not like you can control yourself either," Yujin says, a smirk on her face that pairs with her giggles as a hand slides between your legs to feel your length, palm pressed over it. The warm touch alone has you twitching inside your boxers, groaning under your breath at the sensation. Her hot breath escapes, a tease as she kisses back up to your ear. "Let me take care of this for you—not like our princess will be up for a while."

Tempting, for sure, but you can't give in just yet. Instead, you give a little slap to her tight, plump ass that catches her off-guard, gasping louder than expected. 

"Not yet. Need some coffee first." 

The look that you get in return is every bit offended at being denied, Yujin with this adorable little pout that's so rare to see her sporting, cheeks all puffed out, such cuteness that nearly makes you reconsider. Yet, somehow, you hold strong and toss your side of the sheets right off, standing up to head towards the bathroom to wash up.

Following like a lost puppy, Yujin trails after you, kissing you from behind like she thinks it'll make you change your mind. She's nowhere near subtle enough about her intentions, arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close as she pecks her way along your shoulders and upper back.

"But daddy—" Yujin whines, continuing her little display of affection as she attempts to bribe you with another plethora of kisses all over your neck, refusing to let you slip away. The bathroom mirror is large enough to let you observe the cute sight of her holding on, peppering wherever she can with those soft, delectable lips. 

But you silence any further protest when turning around to press your lips to hers, a tender kiss that lasts for longer than she deserves. 

"Coffee," you repeat, and this time she doesn't question.

From the moment you pour coffee beans to grind to the second it starts brewing, Yujin is right behind you, hardly separating from you for even a breath. Not that you ever would mind the company. Nor how little of her is covered up, this silky pink robe she managed to slip on the way, mostly unbuttoned, breasts spilling out, dark underwear on full display as well as those deadly hips paired with that amazing ass. 

"You know, coffee takes a long time," Yujin murmurs, nuzzling her face up against the crook of your neck.

"That's what makes it good, though," you respond, not falling for those cute little antics. But still, she feels impossible to resist, especially when her hand wanders along your abdomen, no longer subtle when she reaches between your legs to cup a nice handful of your bulge through your boxers. 

"We have time..." Yujin sighs, her hot breath lingering around your neck when she slides into the fabric of your underwear to get a better grip around you. The pressure is just enough, fingers wrapped tight, slow strokes from base to tip that coax you into full erection. "All the time in the world, don't we, daddy?" 

"Spoiled brat," you say, but can hardly let out little else when those lips latch on your neck, and a hand glides up and down your sensitive, throbbing shaft. 

"It's not spoiling me if you enjoy it too, right? So why won't you play with me a bit, daddy?" she questions, guiding you further into her spell, slipping out of your boxers so she can turn you around and continue to give her full, undivided attention. There's only so long until the temptation overtakes you, sweetening the pot by unbuttoning her robe, no hesitation to slide it off her shoulders, exposing her devilish body with ease. The soft bounce of those tits is practically hypnotic, and her pretty nipples perk up before your very eyes.

One more deep, heavy kiss has the answer already coming out of your mouth, cupping Yujin's perfect ass into each of your hands and lifting her right off her feet. Because how can anyone ever say no to a sight like this in front of them? 

She’s more than happy to cling to you, arms looped behind your shoulders, those heavenly thighs wrapped so tightly around your waist as you carry her the short distance onto the kitchen counter, right next to the coffee machine.

"Fine, you win. Impatient little slut,” you manage out between hot, heavy kisses. Fuck the coffee and fuck her for looking this irresistible so early. You're not sure who the real needy one is here—Yujin for seducing you so easily, or you for falling for it so fast. 

There’s never an angel on your shoulder when she’s around—only a devil convincing you to go with whatever the hell she demands. 

"Don't act like you can ever resist me," Yujin continues, legs so tight around your waist to prove that point. It's only when you get your fingertips into those panties and tug them down, trying to maneuver them past her thighs, does she have to let go for a split second, before returning herself to you the moment they're out of your way. 

"Never could, never will." With her pussy exposed and dripping wet for you, it's only natural to slide a finger or two, the warmth and ease you can glide into her tells plenty, how she’s ready for the real thing. It's her who frees your aching cock next as she moves the fabric of your underwear down enough to nudge your shaft at her entrance, slowly pumping up and down. 

“So fucking spoiled…” 

“Me, or you?” she laughs, scooting herself to the very edge so she can align you with her wet slit. The rest is up to you—and you don’t dare disappoint, the swollen head of your cock parting her folds, that velvety wet heat welcoming you right in one fluid stroke of your hips.

“Fuck—“ 

That feeling—god, the instant relief you get with that first thrust, your cock fitting so well inside Yujin as she stretches around you, there’s nothing like it. No matter how many times you've been inside her, the wet tightness of her cunt gives instant gratification, even when she’s desperately trying to get you to move by locking her legs so tight, heels pressing into your back.

"Tight little slut, always so needy for me," you growl, only to be met with that devious smile from Yujin, not arguing any of it. 

She's so wet, so warm, slick arousal covering your shaft whenever you enter her with ease, defiling the kitchen counter like you have so many times before. And those eyes, the way they meet yours whenever you drive your hips, that fucking look of pure lust just makes you go all in, wanting more of that desperation that she can't hide, like she can't handle how good it feels. 

“Can you really blame me? When you stretch me out like this? Oh, daddy's so—so, oh fuck," Yujin struggles to say, bare ass on the cold countertop as you work your shaft so deep in, keeping yourself buried. It's not that hard to shut her up like this, feel how she tightens from the sudden impact of your bodies crashing, how she sighs heavily and throws her head back when you impale that greedy little hole again.

"So, what? Come on, tell me, baby—" you taunt, slamming in again before slowing to a stop just as she's about to speak, getting a frustrated groan when you refuse to start moving again, not letting her take any control over this.

"P-please, so fuck—so, so fucking deep inside my pussy, daddy, right up into my guts, so—god," Yujin cuts off once again when you pull out and drive into her tight, slippery depths. “Ruin me, make me forget my name, fuck, your cock is so good—“ 

Her legs tighten around you as the next plunge hits just right, a gasp flying right out when that warm cunt swallows every inch back in, begging for more. You can see every little reaction on her blissed-out features when you pick up the pace, hear the sweet sounds of Yujin's desperate moans ringing throughout the kitchen.

“So fucking tight, god, Yujin, can barely fit this fucking cock in your pussy,” you grunt, watching her try to form a coherent thought while you plow her so deep. She’s moaning so shamelessly, right next to the coffee, spread out so lewdly across the countertop. 

"Give it to me, daddy, harder—" Yujin begs, and doesn't need to explain the next sentence, fingers digging into the back of your neck, bringing both of your faces closer and kissing you between her moans. She's relentless in the way she squeezes your cock, so tight and warm with every smack of your body against hers, hot flesh on hot flesh loud and unmistakable in the otherwise silent room. "Fucking use me like the little cumslut I am, fill me up—god, daddy, need your hot load, drain those heavy fucking balls in me." 

Every bit of her pussy squeezes tightly around your length when you draw back, leaving just your swollen tip sheathed inside before thrusting right back into her, repeating that same motion that gets all these desperate moans out of her lips. 

“That what you want? To dump a load in your tight cunt like I did with Wonyoung when you were gone?" 

That only riles her up even more, that jealousy building, legs hugging tighter like she has no plans to let you out of her grasp. But that’s what gets her wetter, lips claiming your own before pulling off and giving full access to the side of her neck, urging you to dive right in. That’s what you do, mouth finding that delicious bare skin, kissing, licking away, grazing teeth into the sensitive area. Not gentle at all when you begin to suck hard until Yujin whimpers, hard enough you're certain to leave behind marks, the kind that'll stay visible for days and annoy Wonyoung. 

“Daddy—“ 

Yujin tries to return the favor when she clings even tighter, nails leaving scratches down your back as you put every bit of strength in your hips, soaking yourself in her juices when your shaft makes such a mess of her glistening cunt. 

"Love when you fuck me like this, when you use me like you can't control yourself," Yujin barely manages, limbs so tangled around your entire body that it keeps you pulled in, wanting you even deeper with each thrust. You hear the strain in her voice, almost huskier, heavy and thick with arousal, your hips sparing no energy. 

"My pretty little fuckdoll, is that what you are? This perfect cunt always begging to milk my cock?”

“Y-yes, daddy, just a warm, wet hole for you to dump your heavy load in—“ She's so unbelievably tight with each thrust that sinks all the way into that wonderful, wet heat. Buried balls deep, Yujin squeezes the absolute life out of your cock as you plunge right in over and over. This isn't so much fucking her as using her body, just like she craves, selfishly driving into her without letting up for a second, bodies a sweaty mess as you keep your lips on her. 

"Getting close, make me cum on that cock, come on," Yujin pleads, unable to take much more as you pummel her pussy, slamming your whole weight into her with each pump. "Make me cum daddy, fuck, that's it, use me just like that—"

You don't need any more convincing to not hold anything back, cupping her face in your hands and sealing those lovely moans with your mouth as you pound her aching cunt. Nothing can stop the sheer ecstasy on her face when you're railing her like this, driving yourself into her body so hard into the counter that everything not nailed down bounces around from the impact.

"Gonna cum on that cock, gonna cum so fucking hard," Yujin says with a shudder, locking herself so around your body that there’s no chance of escape, eyes barely able to stay open, toes curling and back arching off the counter. The coffee's done brewing, long forgotten and ignored, but it can't possibly compare to how hot Yujin feels in comparison, so tight and drenched with your hard cock sliding so perfectly inside. She's getting even tighter, nails clawing into your back once again—even when your own rough thrusts don't show an ounce of mercy, these violent snaps of your hips never falter for an instant.

“Then cum on this cock you greedy little slut—“ 

Yujin clamps tight, and the sight alone sends you spiraling—the way her tits are bouncing, a thin layer of sweat covering every bit of her body, cheeks flushed and hair becoming a hot mess, your unrelenting onslaught never losing an ounce of momentum. Then she's cumming so hard, squirming in your arms, mouth hanging open with a final desperate sound when it hits and her face contorts in pleasure, soaked cunt contracting over and over as you pry out a heavy, overwhelming climax.

"D-daddy! Fuck!"

You could watch her gorgeous face like this forever, how her body reacts, every sound she makes, every detail etched into your memory when her juices gush out and soak around your balls, that orgasm hitting so hard, eyes rolling back. She's shaking violently by the end of it, borderline painfully tight around your cock with her face buried in the crook of your neck as she struggles to regain her breath, clutching to you like a lifeline. 

“Love making you cum like that, Yujinnie, love when you make a mess all over me,” you say when Yujin rides it all out to completion, gasping and sighing in between trying to catch her breath. She's nothing but spent when the aftershocks lose steam, nothing but an exhausted mess all tangled up in your arms. 

Absolutely gorgeous that look on her face is, overwhelmed and cheeks still reddened, so lost in bliss, so relaxed when you gently caress her messy hair out of her eyes. 

"Your turn, daddy," Yujin mutters, so out of breath when she crashes lips against yours with a deep, heavy kiss that’s all saliva and tongue. You're already on edge as is, the pressure between your legs ready to burst at any moment as your body goes into full overdrive. "Isn't that what you need right now? Isn't that what you needed the whole time when I woke you up? A nice, thick load in my tight little cunt? Please, wanna feel it drip all out of me…"

And that's what gets your hips moving like no tomorrow—this last little burst of energy when Yujin urges you on, whispers those lewd words of encouragement. It's when she kisses up the side of your cheek, nips your ear, runs a hand over your chest and plays with a nipple that your willpower cracks, slowly pulling out of her to drive right back in that much faster, pounding her tight little cunt without remorse.

"You're so fucking close aren't you, daddy? Need you to unload, need you to fucking breed me. Can feel you fucking throbbing—" 

Yujin’s voice right in your ear, it's everything you need: her desperate cries for your cum, her frantic moans, begging and pleading for it, that's what tips you right over the edge. There's no stopping this. No stopping the way you can't help but fuck her balls fucking deep over and over again, feeling just how tight Yujin clenches around your cock, that constant whine of 'daddy' becoming your undoing.

That flimsy string of self-restraint snaps, one final deep plunge as her walls suffocate your cock, and you grab two handfuls of her plump ass to hold her in place as you unload, a torrent of cum flooding deep inside, thick, white hot seed erupting into Yujin, spreading this satisfying warmth into her welcoming cunt.

Her face, Yujin's pretty fucking face, it's all you can look at when you explode, draining your heavy balls inside her pussy, everything emptied right out. She holds you through it, keeping herself locked in place as your dick pulses and spurts without pause, all that built up pressure emptied into her, not a chance for any to spill out.

"That's it, daddy," Yujin pleads, planting sweet kisses all down the side of your jaw, tracing her tongue across your ear, shuddering when the rest of your load empties inside her. "Fucking breed me, god—all of it, fuck it all deep in me, please—"

The last couple spurts have you twitching violently, right up to the very end, both of your bodies dripping in sweat. Even with Yujin clinging to you so tight, those long legs locked around your waist while her cunt wrings every last drop, you stay buried inside, savoring just how hot and wet she feels. 

"Fuck, god, baby—came so fucking much in you," you manage to utter. letting yourself collapse onto Yujin's sweaty, sticky body. The whole time she strokes your hair, all while being filled to the brim with your thick seed, locked together on this little kitchen counter with no interest in moving

“Daddy always does. Always gives me everything I want. Feels so good inside me, made this pussy so fucking full," Yujin says, resting her head on you, planting one more kiss on your shoulder before getting a good squeeze on your ass.

"That's what you like, right? To get your little pussy all full and messy with cum? See it spilling out, knowing that I filled you, that you made me cum that hard—“ Yujin gives this small nod, and your sensitive cock refuses to leave that sticky warmth you've sunk deep into. Not that she would ever let you, even while her cunt threatens to overflow all over the kitchen counter. 

You just can't get enough of the taste of Yujin when you latch your lips upon her sweaty neck again, leaving behind a trail of tired kisses, licking whatever runs down her hot skin, craving more. And while you both bask in the afterglow, panting heavily, hardly able to catch a moment of recovery, there's the coffee, beckoning, a waft of hot steam that goes ignored this entire time. 

There's a certain look on Yujin's face once you take a break from lapping up her salty sweat and manage to pull away—a satisfied smile when she untangles her limbs, inviting herself off the counter as your length slowly slips out. Immediately, your cum trickles right out the moment she stands, thighs parting, a messy white trail dripping all the way down, practically a work of art. 

"Look at that, love seeing how much you filled me," Yujin says and smirks, hand shooting right between her legs and sliding a finger right inside, cum leaking out even faster. 

"So do I, Yujinnie, love seeing how much cum your pretty little cunt takes. Never looks as good as when it's leaking out." 

Yujin gets those lips on you once again, sharing a long, lingering kiss that leaves your head spinning, hand gripping your sensitive cock as if there’s anything left to drain. "And look at that—coffee's all ready."

As if you still care about that right now, when Yujin is right there, standing so proud with cum leaking down her thighs, a sweaty, gorgeous mess. "Forget the coffee. Rather have you instead. Every morning." 

"Oh, am I better than the coffee, daddy?" Yujin teases, nudging her naked frame so close. 

"Always are."

Falling into one more embrace, the smell of hot coffee right next to you, you can tell you're not in the room alone anymore—

It's Wonyoung's perfume that hits your senses first, her presence known immediately when her heels clack across the floor. As usual, so unfazed by anything as she grabs a travel mug, pouring herself some coffee into it, cream and sugar following after. 

"Oh, good morning. Plenty of coffee left, I see," Wonyoung says, voice so pleasant, warm and bubbly, ignoring everything that she sees happening right before her eyes. There’s silence; neither you nor Yujin say anything in reply, only watching her strut around the kitchen as she grabs a bagel, a fork, and some cream cheese from the fridge. 

And just like that she's out of the kitchen, heading straight back down the hall, not a thing in the world able to take away her cheerfulness right now. "Gonna head out shopping for a few hours—be back later!"

It's rather unusual for Wonyoung not to have anything else to say, not even a single complaint about Yujin's monopolizing of you. Though it's probably best not to question it, especially if it means you get this place all to yourself with no distractions. Nothing to hold you back from indulging on Yujin's absolutely sinful body a little more.

"So—" you start off, almost breaking into a laugh at the very ridiculousness of it all. 

"Shower," Yujin suddenly answers before the question is even fully asked, grabbing your hand and pulling you away from the counter, the mess on the tile floor long forgotten for now. "You're going to fuck me in the shower. And then after that—“

You never get the chance to hear the rest, Yujin not one for finishing her thoughts, looking so good when she walks off like this, all naked, hips swaying, ass jiggling with each step and legs going on for miles, demanding your attention as she leads the way to the bathroom. 

Yeah, maybe a shower sounds great. 

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Once hot water hits your back, you've got Yujin pinned up against the tiles of the shower wall, muscles moving almost on instinct. Your body knows the routine, always going back for more even after draining a thick, heavy load inside this girl. 

Then the shower is all hers, that sexy back to you as you shove two fingers inside, curled in just the right way that hits every spot, making her cum on your digits again and again and again. No remorse, not even when Yujin begs for mercy, barely able to keep herself standing. She's not used to being on this side of overstimulation—it's always the other way around, but the cries that escape sound so perfect, legs shaking violently when she's all spent and worn out, a sticky mess.

Two more orgasms later, you're shampooing her long hair and rubbing some of her fancy body wash all over those long legs that you already miss wrapped around you. 

It's this nice, calm moment when you've gotten her so clean and relaxed, nothing out of her mouth but a reward of sweet little kisses, giggling and laughing while she's busy washing out the shampoo. Like you've somehow tamed the brat out of her—for now.

By the time you're finished with her, all toweled off and fresh, there are no complaints when Yujin crawls in bed next to you, wrapping herself up right in your arms again.

"Nice to have daddy to myself every now and then. Love when you take care of me and spoil me," she says, shifting close. You know the drill, wrapping an arm around her bare back, tracing fingers down her spine before they glide through her tangled locks as her lips stay pulled into that ever-permanent smile. 

"Sometimes it's nice when I don't need to share..." you say, trailing off with a sudden kiss on her lips, the kind that earns a giggle once Yujin is finally done nuzzling up to your neck, taking in your scent that still lingers. 

"Think I should spoil daddy some more today. Made me cum so many times in the shower, even when I thought I couldn't take anymore." 

"Learned from the best, didn't I?"

Yujin gives the cutest grin at that. "What does daddy want, then? Want me to suck you off? Stroke your cock, milk another huge load? " 

"Yeah, all of that sounds good," you answer, pushing yourself up and settling back against the pillows. Yujin's between your legs not even a second after that, flat on her stomach, legs behind her and feet dangling in the air. She's dressed only in this purple little thong, almost naked and perfect as her long hair falls in such a way over her bare, smooth back, eyeing your cock with this giddy grin that can't possibly be wiped away.

"Whatever daddy wants, daddy gets…” Yujin says, and she always makes good on her promises to spoil you. She gets right to work as she caresses your thighs with those magical hands, running them up and down, getting all the blood flowing again. 

Funny enough how she says that, like this isn't also for her, isn't something she needs as much as you. The look of excitement on Yujin’s face, when she grabs onto your shaft, gets you hard just from that alone. All it takes is that simple graze, fingers dancing along every bit of you before you've stiffened up again for her.

"Daddy's big, thick cock—filling my mouth," Yujin mumbles out, drool already forming at the corners of her mouth when she rubs your cock head against her soft lips, kissing it like she can't help herself anymore. You lean back, head in the pile of pillows while she gets comfortable, her ass pointing right into the air, barely covered by this pathetic piece of fabric. She's in utter bliss before even starting, the soles of her feet rubbing against each other, like she's more excited about sucking you off than you are.

Not a moment wasted. A little tease with her tongue as it glides along your length, slicking it all up, before stopping right at the sensitive underside where she's learned your weakness. There's no hiding the way you moan and twitch, your breath hitching every time her tongue laps over the same area, cupping your balls while she flicks repeatedly. 

"So sensitive, even after you came in me," Yujin says, her tongue exploring all the way down to your balls, rolling them around before pressing her lips to kiss them. She's too good at knowing just where to pay extra attention to, where to lick and tease and have you melting into the sheets as her tongue flicks back against the very tip.

There's not a thing you can do about the moan that leaves you while Yujin strokes your whole length, spitting onto your tip again and again, spreading her wet saliva all around. And then she parts those lips, envelops the head of your cock right into the warmth of her mouth, swallowing you whole with no warning.

"Shit, Yujin—god, fuck," you grunt out when her cheeks hollow, lips sealed so tight and bobbing her head up and down so sinfully from the very beginning. Those lips suck and slurp as they slide down the entirety of your shaft, holding for a moment before pushing right back up, tongue lavishing the whole way. She stares so intensely the whole time, this magical eye contact as she takes in every inch, taking you far into the depths of her throat like it's not even the slightest challenge.

"Daddy tastes so good, especially when it's all the way down my throat," Yujin says, pulling away just so she can pepper kisses down your shaft, her hot breath hitting every bit of your saliva-soaked dick. 

Her lips press into the side, following it all the way down your length with one big, wet kiss when she teases until the very bottom. No wasted movements, she takes you back inside her mouth right after, a loud, heavy slurp while she plays with your balls, driving every ounce of pleasure possible out of you when her lips travel back down. 

"You're gonna be the fucking end of me, I swear—" you moan out as Yujin continues to get deep and swallow every inch, her nails grazing across your thighs, using them for leverage while her head bobs with no sign of letting up. She's absolutely shameless with how messy she gets, that lewd sound of your cock going into her throat so prominent, spit covering the entire length as her pace speeds up.

It's too good when she picks things up—Yujin knows exactly where you're weak, just how to push your limits without taking things too far when every movement and slide of her lips has you groaning so desperately.

Then her hands pin your thighs right against the mattress, keeping you from thrusting when the speed quickens even more. Yujin gurgles on your length, humming happily with such pride, devouring your whole cock right to the back of her throat. She goes harder than ever with a rough push all the way down and holding herself there for a moment before working back up, messy spit and loud gags leaving her mouth as she pulls back, a satisfied expression all over her.

"Love choking on daddy's big cock," Yujin says, an eager grin before diving straight back down.

The feeling is mutual, because fuck—all of that feels so good, lips slurping up and down while your heavy cock fills her throat completely. She's fucking relentless, these exaggerated gags in between breaths when she takes in your full length over and over again, switching it up by sucking so gently on your swollen cockhead, using only her lips to push it even further down.

And then it’s an endless loop, that warm, wet tongue that travels all the way down to the base, tracing every vein to get these helpless moans out of you. There's no mercy given, no respite when you're throbbing like crazy, trying your absolute best to not shove her pretty face straight into your crotch. The only alternative is to grab fistfuls of the sheets instead, shutting your eyes for a fleeting moment.

"Nuh-uh," Yujin suddenly says over your sloppy cock, pulling you out of her mouth with a loud, lewd pop, spit glistening the whole length of your shaft as she strokes, a small string falling right off her chin. "Eyes open, daddy."

She's not a woman you want to deny, especially when she's looking so hungry between your legs, lips on your heavy balls and sucking with so much desire. You don't know whether you'll survive this—there's a certain determination on Yujin's face, her tongue lapping at your sack while a hand continues jerking you off, not neglecting any part. 

"Fuck, Yujin—fucking love your mouth," you groan, the sight in front of you becoming too much to handle. 

And even when she's far too skilled to bring you over the edge with these intense, wet slurps that coat your cock in abundant spit, she can’t help but stare the whole time. Like nothing could satisfy her more than watching you, moaning with need when she sucks harder on each of your balls, making sure to give them both equal attention. 

"Then daddy won’t mind me swallowing that delicious cum? Gonna drain these big, heavy balls right down my throat," Yujin says, but that's not going to happen just yet—

Not when her tongue gets to work, ensuring your balls get doused in warm saliva, wrapping her lips around each one for good measure. This slow, torturous moment that she draws out when she licks over every sensitive spot, working you up so perfectly that you're about ready to explode, to coat that face with hot, sticky cum.

She won’t allow any deviation, not when she has your pleasure all mapped up, a perfect plan on how to turn you into a fucking mess with every swipe that slides over your balls one more time. Right on schedule, she dips even lower, and all your senses come alive when her tongue presses into your ass, swirling around slowly, teasing that sensitive area, testing until her tongue pushes all the way inside.

"Yujin—jesus, fuck, oh my god," you groan out almost involuntarily. One hand stays so firm around the head of your cock while she goes deep. Her tongue thrusts in and out of you, each slow movement feeling as wonderful as it was the first time she did this, like she knows exactly where to go when you're so close. Yujin giggles happily to herself, burying her face in deep, tongue exploring your asshole with expert precision as you barely keep yourself together. 

"Nothing daddy likes more than when I eat his ass, right?" And nothing could wipe that smug grin off her face, and damn, she's so right about that when her tongue goes crazy, swirling at your hole, using the tip to plunge in and out, finding all the sensitive nerves. 

It's every bit overwhelming as much as it's satisfying, Yujin getting you even closer to that edge, not even stroking your cock anymore when she's too busy lapping her tongue right inside your ass.

"So good, Yujin, so fucking good," you manage out in the midst of pleasure, squirming when the wetness of her tongue fills you. She gets you so close to where you need, but never pushes you over the edge, her own desire to drive you crazy so evident in how sloppy she gets. Those pretty manicured nails dig into your abdomen to keep you from moving, your cock throbbing, leaking all over. "Getting so close, fuck—" 

And it's such a struggle not to blow right then, this pressure only building more and more. "Yeah? Daddy loves my tongue in his asshole that much? Might make you cum?" 

Yujin doesn’t wait for a response as she plunges so deep, her mouth going straight into overdrive. Her tongue only hits that sensitive area a few more times, before running back all the way to your balls, licking on each one repeatedly while she stares. That is, until her lips are right on your cock again, slowly sliding all the way down to the base, forcing every inch past those pretty lips without a problem.

"Fuck, keep going," you groan, gripping the sheets, desperately needing relief. There's an ache so deep inside that you can't escape, and there's only one person with the power to set it free. "You're gonna make me cum. It's all gonna shoot down your fucking throat, Yujin, right down—"

It's that kind of encouragement she craves, getting a handful of your full balls to fondle and play with while her mouth gives the killing blow. There's no remorse in the way Yujin brings you right up to the peak of pleasure, her mouth so warm, so wet around your entire shaft as she plunges deep down, nose pressed firmly into your crotch.

Then it's all up to you to do the rest when you grab the back of her head and keep her in place.

She watches the whole time as your face contorts and your muscles tense, unable to keep a loud, heavy groan from slipping past your lips when you finally do explode. Shooting right out, that huge thick load spills out as you pump shot after shot right down her throat while she milks it from your balls. 

It's exactly what she wants when you get such a tight grip on her head, keeping her held down your throbbing cock while you flood such a massive load straight down into her hungry throat. 

“Oh my god, fuck, Yujin—“ 

Her lips stay wrapped tight, flushed down to your base as her throat works to get every last drop, always so greedy, eyes watching every moment while she empties your balls, fingers still fondling them the whole time. You just keep those groans going, spilling inside the delicious warmth of Yujin’s tight throat and giving her everything as she gulps down shot after shot of your sticky load. She just keeps this delicate squeeze on your balls ever, drawing more out of them to swallow down. 

You hold her tight, fingers digging into her scalp, long past the point when your orgasm ends and your cock is completely spent. All this time, Yujin looks so pleased, letting you take as much time as you need to pump that load deep into her stomach, throbbing on repeat. Even after you relax your grip, she's slow to pull her mouth off, sucking with such intensity once you finally empty yourself, having nothing left to shoot, drained so expertly.

There's such a thick, creamy mess in her mouth when her lips part to reveal after taking everything from your cock. It doesn't take long before Yujin lets it all pool, playing with it in a little show before gathering it all up in one big mouthful, tilting her head back and swallowing every single bit.

"Made daddy cum so hard, didn't I?" she purrs, almost in triumph, leaving a trail of wet kisses all over your chest while you just ride through the high. "So fucking good, especially when you pump all of it right down my throat and I don't have to share any of it."

"You're too fucking good, Yujin—" 

"Insatiable you could say. If your balls had anything left, I'd be sucking you dry again. Daddy won't go a day without being drained and my mouth or pussy full of thick cum."

She falls straight on top of you, nothing in the way when her leg slides right around you, hugging your waist and pulling you close until her warmth surrounds you again. And of course you welcome it, one hand resting right on the small of her back, the other running all through her hair, relishing in the calm.

"You really are spoiled," you say, brushing some loose strands away as Yujin simply snuggles closer. 

"Daddy's spoiled little brat. You wouldn't have it any other way."

----

You don't wake up until later. Head a little clearer, the sleep more than welcome, body rested and well refreshed. Wonyoung still isn't home when you check her room. Neither is Yujin, or at least in your bed, but you find her right in the kitchen once you wander back downstairs.

She doesn't take long to spot you, a wide grin across her face. Her hair is tied up in a messy ponytail, sporting a black tank top and matching gym shorts that show off those toned legs and a lot more as she grabs a bottle of water from the fridge. There's this nice glow to her skin, a little more radiant from what looks like a quick jog outside.

"About time. Missed you, daddy. Princess isn't back yet and you were still out, so I decided to go for a little run."

“Not my fault you wore me out."

"Is that all on me now? All I did was suck your cock just like you asked, like the good girl I am," Yujin argues with the most ridiculous pout you've ever seen. 

"Good? Not sure I'd ever use that word to describe you."

"I'm good when I feel like it. And good at riding you until you blow a nice fat load deep inside my tight pussy—"

"Yeah, you're definitely anything but a good girl."

Yujin doesn't bother hiding the look on her face when you stare, stretching those arms above her head and flexing right in front of you, every inch on perfect display and that toned midriff peeking out when her top rises. "What would you even do if I was obedient? If you couldn't punish me whenever you liked, smacking my ass raw, or fucking my throat to keep me quiet?"

"I'd go find a different roommate, obviously."

A dramatic gasp follows, the kind that makes you both laugh when you step closer to kiss her. "Hey, wait, I'm all sweaty here. Let me go hop into the shower first, I won't take too long."

Not a chance you're waiting for her to do that—especially when you're the one who can easily offer an alternative. "No need when I can, I can clean you up right here."

"Perv," Yujin giggles, already considering your offer. "Daddy likes me all hot and sweaty?" 

No hesitation on her end when she meets your gaze. "We can save water then—so show me what you have in mind instead," Yujin beckons, reaching her hands out and pulling you in by the collar for a lustful kiss. 

"Come on—" You take the lead, grabbing Yujin by the wrist and guiding her along. She knows exactly where you're heading as soon as you turn the corner into the guest bathroom. It's more than enough space to work in once you clear off the sink, sweeping the makeup and skincare all to one side before hoisting Yujin up on the marble counter with no effort at all.

She doesn't wait for any other prompt, pulling off her tank top with your eager hands all over her sweaty body, reveling in her warmth while leaning right in for more of those sloppy, needy kisses, the kind that become her favorite the more riled up she gets. You're too busy ogling her body to be any use though, drinking in the sight of her perky, perfect tits in front of you when your lips separate.

"Keep staring," Yujin insists, as a strong, slender finger tilts your chin up, a far too smug look across her pretty face. 

And you have no problem doing so while she undoes her ponytail, changing the messy, disheveled look into two loose pigtails instead as a mischievous smile pulls at her lips. "Isn't this a better look for me, daddy? Gives you plenty to tug on whenever you fuck my tight little pussy."

"It suits a brat like you—but I already wrecked your cunt. So your ass is mine instead."

Excitement fills her expression right away when Yujin leans back against the mirror, bare tits rising and falling when she notes the raging hard-on that's practically begging for attention through your sweatpants. "Even better. Now go on—clean me up, daddy." 

There's not a moment's delay, giving her body another heated stare as you reach straight down and pull her shorts along her toned legs. They slip off effortlessly, finding Yujin hasn't bothered with panties underneath either. 

Yujin tugs at the hem of your shirt as well, lifting it over your head to get you more comfortable. Then you're running your tongue over her tits, gathering up the beads of sweat as her whole body goes tense under your touch. She's quick to moan as you grope her body, from her abdomen down to her thighs, feeling all the curves and soft, tender skin as her breathing slowly gets heavier.

"And daddy said I was the needy one."

"You are—you want my cock more than anything, every damn day."

"Don't pretend you're complaining, daddy, you like using me way too much to ever get rid of me."

And that's the last thing she says while you draw circles around her nipple, licking up more sweat along the way, this delicious body all yours. Just getting your mouth over her neck makes Yujin shudder, taking your time with each spot you land on—but she has other plans for you, lifting her arms over her head and stretching out for you to indulge.

"I'm so sweaty everywhere... daddy better not miss a single spot."

You wouldn't dream of it. Running kisses up and down her soft skin, you get all your lips over every sensitive area, until you reach where the sweat is most prominent—

Right at her armpit, you kiss her there the second you reach it, Yujin giggling softly when your tongue begins to lash, diving right in. The taste is divine as always, leaving you more than satisfied to lick every single drop up, that natural, delicate aroma just a wonderful bonus that lingers. She's so relaxed while you are anything but. devouring that area, tongue swiping up all that salty sweat like it's your sustenance.

"Mm, daddy loves how I taste, doesn't he? Keep going, love when you pay attention to every part of me—“ That's your plan, to lavish every inch of her gorgeous body. But your focus is kept right here, tongue dragging along every spot of her sweat-doused armpits, swapping between each while she keeps those slender arms raised high for your mouth to get easy access. 

Her giggles become soft sighs with your tongue so sloppy, wet licks turning into hungry slurps, savoring that heavenly taste, with your mouth so busy licking and sucking until there's more saliva than sweat before. Yujin encourages it all, knowing all too well how equally insatiable you can get when you're licking her, taking your time to slobber every area, every sensitive spot that gets such a strong reaction out of her. 

You really can’t get enough, burying your face to keep the scent of Yujin lingering, the taste of her on your tongue. When your lips somehow detach, and you reach a point of satisfaction, you kiss down her chest in search of more sweat to lick up. 

She's all smiles, fingers playing with the strands of your hair while your tongue explores her chest, a layer of sweat right in between her cleavage that's calling your name, your tongue wasting no time in gathering it up. 

"More, daddy. Your mouth, fuck, get my body nice and clean—"

You continue your exploration, getting your mouth all over her stiff nipples and watching her tense up when you give them all the attention they deserve—tracing the swell of each breast before the licking intensifies. It earns the same response from Yujin every single time, desperate little whines when your teeth graze along the nub, flicking it back and forth with each hungry suck, switching between them after.

"Fuck," Yujin curses under her breath, and she steals a wrist to bring your fingers to her mouth as your tongue gets busier. Almost like she's mirroring your motions, her own tongue extends, taking two digits inside to wrap around, lips going a bit wild as she begins to suck. And suck does she ever, almost matching the pace of your mouth, saliva covering your fingers in an instant. But that won't distract you, with your mouth hungrily licking down every bit of her breasts, detouring towards her abdomen. 

"You taste so good, Yujin—god, your entire body tastes so fucking good—" you mutter in between, tracing your tongue slowly down her midriff, kissing along her abs, in between, over every little part until your mouth is right back where it all started. 

"Then I guess I should get all sweaty more often," Yujin suggests, a smirk spreading on her lips that matches how her legs open right up. 

But you're not quite ready to head between her thighs like usual, not having your fill of the rest of Yujin's body as you enjoy the view of her cunt, starved for attention. 

No need to rush either. Your kisses resume down her thighs, each spot receiving just the right amount of your mouth, until you give all that attention to her pretty feet, lifting one of her ankles and laying a gentle kiss onto each. 

"You keep this up and daddy might have to start calling me princess."

That makes you pause, eyes averting from her irresistible body to meet Yujin's mischievous, inviting eyes.

"Absolutely not," is the obvious response you can muster, but it only seems to entertain her more. "One spoiled brat in the house is bad enough."

"Aww, you love when I'm a brat, daddy," Yujin says, feigning disappointment. Her eyes give that little twinkle before her other foot reaches for your chest, teasingly stroking her toes over a nipple. "Fine, no princess. I'll be whatever you need me to be as long as you keep kissing every part of me just like this. Come on, get back to work, daddy." 

Almost on auto-pilot you do, and the bliss gets etched on Yujin’s face right away as you admire this underappreciated part of her body. And this part is perfect like the rest of her, silky soft soles with these delicate high arches and pretty painted nails, black polish sparkling under the bright bathroom light. Everywhere you want to kiss, you do, each individual toe meeting your lips before you suck gently, one at a time, letting your wet saliva cover each before moving on.

"Feels so nice, daddy, just keep sucking my toes,” Yujin says, a heavy sigh escaping the entire time when you do exactly that. 

She loves getting spoiled like this, and you love indulging her in it, the pleasure overtaking her features while you suck away on her pretty pedicured toes, slipping your tongue in the spaces between, not missing a chance to taste anything. 

And you’re just getting started, only slipping her toes from between your lips to focus on her creamy soles, where they feel the softest. An absolute delight on their own, you're not leaving anything without proper attention, dragging your tongue across her arches, the ball of her foot, down to her heel and back up to repeat it all. 

"Daddy's going crazy," Yujin groans when your saliva continues to spill from your mouth, dripping all across her feet like the delicacy they are. "Love seeing you like this—my toes in your mouth, salivating all over them…"

All the response you can offer is to take her big toe and slide it back between your lips, sucking with even more vigor, like you can’t ever get enough. Clearly, she’s enjoying all this worship, these content sighs when you turn this into a feast, both soles yours to inhale when they press deep against your face. You can hardly pick where to focus, soles side by side awaiting your tongue, those long, delicious toes needing your lips shortly after. 

“Always so hungry for me—you could suck on my toes all day, couldn't you?" she asks, but you refuse to answer, devouring both soles at the same time with the rest of her toes within easy reach for take back in. To make matters worse, Yujin simply pushes one foot away to tease your cock through your sweatpants, until all that attention makes you swell through the fabric.

"Impatient little brat.”

"You say that like you're not dying to shove that thick cock straight up my asshole." 

With a final, wet slurp, those pretty toes come sliding out from your hungry mouth, more kisses being pressed onto her soles before you eventually let up. Yujin doesn't hesitate as those slender fingers slip into your waistband right after, pulling your sweatpants off right alongside your underwear in one smooth motion to show just how desperate she is. 

Nothing left between your aching shaft, a few needy strokes are all that’s necessary to bring you to full hardness, lips parted and eyes widened, even after countless times like this. "See? It's what you really want. Daddy can't get enough of this perfect cock inside my ass." 

"Guess you got me there,” you say, almost in annoyance. 

You don't bother waiting for another bratty reply, because Yujin knows right where you want her as she hops off the counter, pigtails bouncing freely when she faces away in front of this enormous bathroom mirror. She gets all in position, bending over nice and slow, angling her delicious bare ass as you try to find something useful—nearly knocking every bottle over when you spot the closest thing resembling lube. 

A bottle of fancy massage oil is your best option for now, although you're left wondering why something like this is mixed in with the assortment of cosmetics. A question for later, when your mind is focused on this girl's plump cheeks that press up against you.

That's your cue to start pouring oil down to cover her round ass, the excess spilling onto her thighs while you rub it all in. Another generous squirt right above her lower back before your hands sink into those shapely cheeks, massaging the oil deeper in and getting everything nice and slick.

Yujin's more than relaxed while you turn this prep into an unplanned massage session, rubbing the oil all around the small of her back, down enough to coat her thighs, and then you're back up to knead her supple ass some more. She's glistening, that perfect ass so slippery wet when she grinds your throbbing cock sandwiched between her oily cheeks, an impatience tease in full effect.  

"Your cock feels so fucking hard. Can't wait to have it stretching me open, god, daddy’s gonna feel so good stuffed inside my tight asshole." 

You have to agree, but that doesn't mean you aren't going to enjoy your cock sliding between these glistening cheeks a little longer, because you can tease her just as much—

Especially with the way you grip her ass nice and firm, fingers digging into that inviting flesh. Your cock is already leaking, throbbing uncontrollably while you indulge, sliding up and down the curve of her ass when you inch a bit closer to that tight little hole with every movement. 

Impatience from Yujin shows in the mirror, practically ready to beg the more your shaft slides between these cheeks. But you have to take your time and savor the view of this girl so close, bent over the counter with those insanely long legs spread, ass all oiled up and primed to be taken. 

But Yujin, she grows tired of the tease, pulling those cheeks apart so you can see where you’re destined to go. Reaching back, she guides your slippery shaft where you need to be, where she needs it to be. "In me—put it in my ass right fucking now. Pound my asshole the way you always do, please, daddy, I need it—"

Not like you're going to tell her no. She's looking over her shoulder when your cock finally nudges inside that tightest opening, grabbing a hip before you slowly start to sink inside.

Fuck, she's tight, so incredibly tight, and it only gets better the more you watch that ass swallow your entire cock, not stopping until she's taken everything you can give. It's when your hips meet those oil-slicked cheeks that you really savor the moment, Yujin's gripping asshole hugging so tightly around your base, the heavenly warmth surrounding every inch. 

"Love that dick in my ass, daddy. Right where you belong. Give me it, give me it all," she purrs, arching her back when you start pulling out, inch by slow inch, relishing the grip on your cock. The initial withdrawal is always the hardest, difficult to slip out the entire way—and then you’re right back in with one rough thrust, Yujin moaning so loud from taking it so deep with your hands tight on her wide hips. 

You're happy to oblige her every whim, and you do so with this impossible grip on your cock that makes you throb like crazy when sliding back inside Yujin. Holding nothing back, all you can do is groan as she takes you all the way in, pounding faster within those bouncy cheeks with every powerful thrust. It’s hard to pinpoint your focus—whether on that tight ass swallowing you whole, or that pretty face moaning in the mirror when you keep pounding, that tight ass that jiggles so hypnotically with your hips. 

"God, this fucking ass, Yujin. So tight, so fucking tight," you mutter, struggling to contain yourself while you ram your cock without pause, knowing full well how desperately Yujin wants this—needs this. 

She keeps herself perfectly bent over while you pound away, using the grip on her hips to pull her right back onto your cock, fully hilted every single time. 

"So good, so fucking good—" Yujin never stops moaning out her satisfaction, loud and proud when you bottom out, her entire body jolted from being fucked so deep. Every rough thrust gets her ass pushing right back into your hips, cheeks smacking deliciously loud, meeting your rhythm just perfectly. "Daddy's big cock inside my tight little asshole feels so fucking good, keep going, deeper, god, fuck me, fuck me—"

You're not letting up with how hard you're going—cock slamming in as hard as her tight hole will let you, not settling for anything less than being balls fucking deep. The way her oily cheeks bounce and smack up against your hips is all too intoxicating, even moreso when you hold onto them and guide yourself straight into her warm, welcoming asshole, before delivering her ass a powerful smack just to watch that flesh ripple from the impact.

“Fucking brat, always needing your ass pounded,” you growl, giving her cheeks the attention they so desperately crave. 

She's groaning and whimpering so beautifully at how you're fucking her deep, clutching the counter with a white knuckle grip when you give her ass another harsh slap, one that echoes throughout the entire bathroom. 

"Fuck, daddy, just like that. Spank my ass, smack it hard, fucking punish me—" It’s not what Yujin deserves, but you’ll give in for your own selfish needs regardless. 

Making this ass so fucking red—to show who this delicious ass truly belongs to, that's the ultimate goal. Squeezing tight on each cheek, you smack it even harder, as your palm crashes down without pause to get the sting just right. She just whimpers, begging for more while you drill her asshole, one strike after the other, never hitting the same spot more than once. 

"Fucking—" 

You feel her ass tightening each time a spank connects, only urging you to hit that tender flesh harder, so loud and obscene the sound that echoes against the walls when you hammer into her at your hardest. 

"Brat—"

The words sound different after each harsh, merciless strike, your hand marking every spot, all around her gorgeous ass to watch the redness grow. "Fucking spoiled little—"

There’s nothing but pleasure in her eyes as you catch the reflection, pounding into her ass with everything you've got, each thrust ending with a harsh slap to those wet cheeks—and still, she wants more. She gets so loud, those constant cries begging for you to never let up. You don’t dare even think about doing so, using all the strength you can muster to punish that ass how it deserves, a pretty shade of red that never fades, a hand relentless against her soft, bouncy cheeks,

She's so vocal, always encouraging more, demanding even. You can’t deny the pleasure in taking her like this, absolutely destroying her, cock filled to the hilt and slamming her into the counter. But it’s never enough, no, not for Yujin, the way she’s rubbing at her clit so greedily in between all this, just desperate for anything else you’ll give her. 

So while you've got this beautiful view of her tight, flawless ass and perfect curves while you fuck her senseless, you take full advantage of that, getting a tight grip on her pigtails, yanking them back while burying your cock in deep. 

It's everything. Pulling Yujin back with every harsh tug, her ass gets so unbelievably tight and warm wrapped around your stiff shaft, whenever you get as deep as you can fit. The harder you tug on those makeshift handles, the harder she loses control. The ragged moans, the broken curses, the desperate whimpers for more only encourage every moment of this.

"Daddy's big cock, so deep inside my asshole. Can't even handle it—you're fucking me so well, fucking my ass so hard I can't even think straight. I need this so fucking bad, daddy, fuck—“ 

God, the feeling is mutual.

Your thrusts pick up the pace, almost punishing as you keep this up, keep her ass stretched out on your cock. Yujin takes it all like it’s nothing, watching herself get fucked so hard and deep whenever you shove every last inch inside her greedy asshole. Each thrust forces her against the counter, fingernails scraping against the surface, breaths getting more uneven, uncoordinated while you pull her pigtails, not even caring about anything else. 

"Don't stop, please don’t stop, daddy. My ass feels so good with your cock pounding it, so fucking full, god, please—fucking wreck my tight little asshole," she whimpers, somehow growing impossibly tighter. 

She’s bent over at such a ridiculously obscene angle, and your throbbing cock buries so deep with your fingers tangled up in these cute pigtails, hips refusing to do anything but pound furiously. You can see that blissed-out expression whenever you look up, whenever you give a harsh little tug that sends Yujin reeling, tightening even more around you. There’s no better view than this, watching your shaft impale between these reddened cheeks, tits bouncing in the reflection, such a sinful body dripping with oil.  

"You're so tight, Yujin, god, I love this ass, fuck—"

The urge to just absolutely destroy her hits strong, and she welcomes it in the way her snug little asshole clenches harder the longer you keep on ravishing her. You get such a forceful grip on both those pigtails and use them to guide Yujin back, slamming into her as deep as possible, the harsh slap of skin on skin almost deafening. 

"Daddy's pounding me so hard, pulling my hair, fucking my asshole like it's a goddamn toy. Use me, use this greedy little anal slut. Fuck me, fuck me like this, fuck me until you need to cum—"

You're so caught up in pummeling Yujin's tight asshole that you hardly notice the wetness that suddenly gushes out between her legs, this intense mess between her legs and the bathroom tile. 

That doesn't stop you though from giving your all and driving every inch in, even as her thighs quiver and her whole body shakes. These constant whimpers and cries for more only fuel the power in your hips. “Your tight asshole feels so damn good, squeezing me so fucking much, god—I love opening your ass up so fucking much.”

That’s when you get one more harsh tug on those pigtails before returning your hands to their rightful place on those wide hips, pounding into this little stretched hole like never before. 

"Fuck—yes, daddy, oh my god, yes," she stammers through her heavy breaths, body nearly collapsing if not for you holding her hips tightly in place. She's a sticky mess, all this wetness spread across her thighs while you watch her lose it in the mirror, lips parted to voice how good you’re giving it to her. 

You aren't letting up. No chance at this point when you're positioned so deep, slamming that tight hole and watching as her lips curl from each moan, the way she grips desperately on anything she can get her hands on, fingers latching onto nothing in the end. Her pigtails bounce with your rhythm, but all you can focus on is keeping your cock nestled so deep, grabbing Yujin tight and fucking her as roughly as she demands.

One more set of relentless slaps to that beautiful backside and you can't hold on any more—reaching the point where you've been fighting yourself, Yujin's ass so fucking good on your cock. 

So close when you fuck her without mercy, with everything you have left, impaling her asshole the way she begs, pleads for more, keeping up this momentum until all the way to the finish line. And once your length slides out, you get a glimpse of your masterpiece: that tight, stretched open asshole, left gaping for a moment while you give yourself enough room. 

Yujin is already positioning herself perfectly on her knees, head tilted back just right. She opens her mouth so eagerly, tongue out and waiting, licking at your balls to finish you off. "Need you to cum, need that hot fucking load. Make a mess all over me, cover me, paint my pretty fucking face—"

That's enough to get you far past the point of no return, Yujin looking so sinfully gorgeous, ready for her reward. 

The last few strokes are when her tongue slides out a bit more, still lashing at your heavy sack while you pump yourself to completion. And her stunning face is more than enough motivation to finish, but the way her body looks, this deadly combination of sweat and massage oil, shimmering in the light in tandem with the seductive little look she throws—

"Yujin, fuck—" 

You hardly have enough time to get the words out before you’re unloading all over her face. Hot cum leaves the tip of your cock in thick streaks, landing perfectly on one cheek, the next right into her hungry mouth, painting her tongue a creamy white. 

She doesn't flinch or shy away, a pleased smile spreading across her lips while you coat them so thoroughly, two shots hitting her forehead and an extra thick one streaking on her nose. It's massive, a huge load that leaves Yujin absolutely dripping in cum, mouth open for you to cover the rest of her tongue while you jerk yourself furiously to finish, left in a hot, sticky mess once you've given her what she deserves. 

"I look so pretty when daddy covers me with his cum, don’t I? Feels so warm, so thick…” Yujin can’t help but smile through her cum-stained features when the weight of your climax clings to her. 

It leaves the slightest shudder across your body when her tongue slides back and forth, ensuring everything's licked clean. She seals her lips tight down to your base one last time, fingertips playing with your balls to make sure there’s nothing left to drain. Then she’s kissing your length, showing off how happy she is to be such a fucking mess, those lips coated thick in white cum on your swollen tip. "And so fucking delicious. I think I'm far too spoiled with your load, daddy."

"Pretty sure it's the other way around, with how good your ass felt," you tell her, still twitching every time her lips meet your sensitive cockhead, admiring just how beautiful she looks covered in you. 

Yujin just runs her fingertips through the creamy strands that slowly drip, keeping eye contact while she brings them right to her lips, tongue out to have just one more taste. 

"Poor Wonyoungie all left out—let me get a few pictures to send, then I'm all yours again," she promises, tapping a few buttons to send the shot she snaps, her screen showing just how much you decorated her pretty face. She tosses it aside, eager to pick right up where she left off, starting the running water for this massive bathtub the two of you can fit perfectly in that's going to feel so good. 

✦ ✦

Fresh sheets, clean bodies, and then you're raiding the fridge for something to eat, wrapped up in comfy bathrobes. "Mint chocolate chip—or black cherry sorbet?” Yujin asks with the freezer door open wide, taking inventory to decide the winner. 

"Princess won't be happy we ate the last mintcho, and you know she doesn't even care about the black cherry."

"We can't always make decisions based on what she prefers, that's how she ends up so spoiled."

"We?" you joke back, eyeing her from the side, making it all too obvious who the main culprit of the situation is. 

"Yes—we," Yujin repeats with an accusing, yet playful tone, raising her brow. "As if you don't spoil her every chance you can get too, daddy. So don't even start." 

Nothing can defend against that, or the way Yujin giggles, putting the tub of black cherry on the counter and shutting the freezer. "You must be forgetting how often I find her in your room, panties stuffed in her mouth with a vibrator against her cunt."

Yujin's cheeks get a touch redder when she digs out two spoons from the utensils drawer, handing one your way, twisting the ice cream lid off before sitting right down in your lap. 

“Okay, fine—we're both guilty of spoiling the little brat." 

Without any argument left, Yujin scoops a spoonful, scraping along the edge before she brings it to your mouth, kissing you right after. "Only because she'll be so insufferable if we don't, so we've picked our poison."

You can't exactly deny that, but that doesn't mean you have to like it, digging your own spoon into the tub of black cherry and enjoying a big bite. 

"She'll survive without getting her way for one night." 

"Don't be so sure. Ice cream is one thing," Yujin muses, already digging her spoon in again, taking a mouthful down without sharing this time. "But that cock of yours, she won't last ten minutes without it buried inside her, you know."

"That's what handcuffs are for," you laugh, thinking about how easy it would be, tying her limbs to the bedposts while Yujin takes whatever she wants from you.

"Don't be mean, daddy. Wonyoungie’s been good lately, let's not deprive her too much. Save the handcuffs for next time when you fuck her brains out after she gets back."

Again, she's not wrong—about any of it, but you don't have any more time to think about it when Yujin makes a show of licking her spoon clean, slow and suggestive with the tip sliding along her bottom lip. She isn't as subtle as she thinks, using a finger to dip into the tub before doing the same thing again, sliding that finger into her mouth to suck so lewdly. 

"I'm not sure what tastes better right now: you or the sorbet. Both are so sweet, so sticky and creamy…" 

"Yujin, please. Can I not eat ice cream without you being such a slut?"

"Hey—you like me being a slut. It's not my fault I can't stop thinking about licking this ice cream off your thick cock. Bet it would taste so fucking good." 

"Think you need another shower. A cold one, without me this time," you say with a roll of your eyes, scooping up the last big bite of ice cream to finish it off.

"I think I need more dick," Yujin says back, so casually. She's even far less subtle when shifting her body, robe riding up along her thighs. "Ice cream, and then daddy's cream filling me up..."

You hardly have a response to something so shameless. No point even trying to, not when she's still at it, sliding a finger in whatever leftover melted ice cream is left inside the tub, then bringing it back to your lips to suck clean. And you do without hesitation, cleaning up the sweetness on her finger, taking the entire thing in between your lips—but then your teeth bite down firmly, hard enough for it to almost hurt.

"Now who's being a brat, daddy?" Yujin chuckles, withdrawing the digit so suddenly, taking the incentive to get off your lap and toss the container away. 

“Learned from the best."

The fun moves to the couch with both of you horizontal in a tangle, Yujin on top in a lazy straddle. It's anything but innocent when her hands work beneath the fluffy bathrobe to feel up your chest, fingertips dancing along wherever she pleases while her lips stay locked on yours.

"Daddy looks so sexy in this robe—almost as much as when there's nothing covering you at all," Yujin murmurs, not afraid to leave a big lipstick stain on your cheek that she runs over with her thumb to smear. It's when she gets a bit adventurous, finding the belt to loosen it ever so slightly, wanting what's underneath. "Shame there's more covering you than there needs to…” 

"Jesus, Yujin. How are you even more insatiable than usual?” 

Yujin is nothing but smiles and giggles. "Do I need a reason? You love that about me, daddy. Don't act like you aren't the exact same. Besides—Wonyoung won't be home for a while, plenty more fun to get into while it's just us." 

"Pounding your ass in the bathroom wasn't enough for you? And then a huge load all over your face?"

"Daddy, of course not. I thought that was obvious by now—one huge load in my hungry little pussy barely does anything to satisfy me," Yujin says so brazenly, the look on her face like she's offended for having to explain it. 

"You're an absolute brat. What would you do without me?"

"Definitely not get fucked nearly as well. All the toys in the world couldn't compare to that amazing cock. None of them can cum inside me like you can, either."

"Is that all I'm good for? Filling you with my load? Nothing else?"

"Yep. Nothing else, daddy.” 

She giggles with this wicked little grin that forms on her lips while she opens your robe wide, exposing all the skin she could hope for. A few bites along your chest, a couple playful little licks, then her hand slips lower. Grazing across your abs, she moves lower even until gets exactly what she wants—your cock wrapped up in her grip, stroking you nice and slow.

"God, daddy—just look at this perfect, thick cock, making me drool all over. Been inside me everywhere, in my mouth, filling my tight asshole, there's nowhere I haven't been stretched open by this."

"I think you're just as spoiled as our little princess. Maybe even worse."

"You're the same, daddy. Couldn't be happier to let me sit on your cock as much as I want. Always needing my mouth on you too, how many pairs of my panties have you ripped off me now? Some of those were my favorite, you know."

"Can you blame me for being impatient? When your body looks like this? When your pussy feels as amazing as yours does?"

"Guess we're both obsessed," Yujin says, extending her smile with her fist tightening around you while she pumps up and down, stroking faster. "All that time spent studying when daddy couldn't breed me... I know you enjoyed fucking Wonyoung all you wanted when I wasn't around. How many times did you pump her tight little cunt full of cum, or paint her pretty face?"

"Not enough," you say without hesitation. Yujin lets out this little huff in reply, tugging a few times hard to pull that extra grunt from your lips. "It's not as fun pounding her ass if you're not here for her to eat out at the same time."

"Fuck," Yujin whispers under her breath. "Nothing is better than that slut eating my pussy while you're destroying her ass. Watching you empty your balls inside that perfect, round little bubble butt and seeing how much cum I get to lick out of her gaping, creampied little asshole—“

"You're getting me so hard just thinking about it."

"Good, that's the point. Keep thinking about it. How she's on all fours, choking on your fat cock while I’m devouring your cum out of her ass.“

"Yujin—"

"Yes, daddy?"

"Get up here already. Need that fat fucking ass down on my face." 

Yujin wastes no time, obeying with a grin spreading across her lips, so happy to oblige in an instant. Slowly, she removes her robe, one hand first loosening the belt around her waist, then a casual drop off her shoulders. All revealed in a single motion.

You don't move an inch while waiting with growing anticipation, and soon her back is to you, those deadly curves in plain view, ass hovering above, right where you need it so desperately. She only hesitates for a moment before lowering her plump cheeks down, with you pulling her hips the rest of the way. Then you have exactly what you crave, teasing that puckered hole with a quick flick of your tongue. "This ass, Yujin—this perfect fucking ass."

Not even a chance for any response as your tongue buries in that tight little hole, a low moan from Yujin quickly following suit. She grinds against your face to make your work a little easier, her warm, soft cheeks pressed down, taking full control so she can ride that hot breath.

“I think daddy’s more insatiable than any of us. Can’t go a day without having me sit on that cute face,” Yujin says, this sultry groan of satisfaction slipping between her lips the more you slide your tongue in. And you’re not going to deny any of that. 

Your fingers dig into her soft cheeks when she's so perfectly at your mouth, tongue so deep inside the rim of her ass so you can swirl all along that sensitive hole, give whatever she craves. Her movements slow only for the second needed to grab your cock, aching and throbbing, fingers around your shaft with a firm grasp. She starts stroking you gently, using that same rhythm she's riding your face with.

“F-fuck, love that tongue, daddy,” she groans, and the faster Yujin pumps, the rougher you tongue that tight hole of hers, drinking in those heavenly sounds that escape. “Love when daddy eats my ass like this, when he gets all greedy…” 

And the way she whimpers when you lick a little slower, more deliberately to tease your tongue across her puckered hole, gives you plenty of motivation to draw this all out. Yujin gets lost so easily in the pleasure when her entire body reacts, really trying her hardest to trap you beneath her ass.

"Just like that, don't fucking stop," she pleads, rocking harder onto your mouth when you burrow deep, and both her talented hands travel the full length of your dick, thumb circling the swollen tip, spreading precum everywhere. "How many times can I milk you today and have you still be rock fucking hard, daddy?"

"As many times as you fucking want," you mutter, tongue swirling faster, sliding up and down, and you can't even begin to contain how ravenous you are while she works your cock. One pump, another, your dick throbbing between her magical fingers. "Doesn't matter how many times if I can get my tongue deep in your pretty little asshole."

"Fuck, you're so obsessed, you know that, daddy? So obsessed," Yujin breathes out, strokes picking up a bit while getting a hand on your balls, cupping them, playing and tugging with them gently. 

"Like you can talk—"

"At least I can admit I can't go a day without your dick inside me."

"Needy little slut."

"Says the one who needed to beg to get their tongue in my asshole,” Yujin says, all smug in tone. You’re not really in any position to argue when you have her sitting right on your face, your tongue buried between those cheeks. Regardless, it gets you exactly what you want—those sinful sounds, Yujin moaning, trembling atop your face so shamelessly.

"Don't hear you telling me to stop," you say between quick, short strokes of your tongue. Yujin only lets out a desperate little whimper of confirmation, tugging on your balls a bit firmer, playing with them so deliciously between her fingertips.

“Only because you’re f-fuck—so good at it.” 

That's your cue to double your efforts, going in with everything you can. Your tongue laps at her saliva-drenched entrance, making her shudder so desperately with every swirl, yanking out all these moans with every flick. 

Yujin doesn't have anything else to say, the silence broken only by a loud, satisfied moan whenever your tongue plunges deep, those delicious cheeks suffocating you when they crash down onto your face. She’s just falling apart by the second, hardly able to do much but play with your balls and tease a single finger up your shaft as she moans shamelessly, head hung back, hips rocking harder against your mouth. 

"God, daddy, you’re so good—fuck, so good at this. Love how obsessed you are, so needy for me," she whines, eyes squeezed shut, just letting everything spill from her mouth. "But you're so hard now, that cock needs to be in me, I need it, fuck—"

Yujin pleads so sweetly, lifting up with only enough time to keep your tongue right on her the moment she moves. You watch the entire time she slides down your body, reaching the spot just above your hips where she ends up, ass in the air when she lines you up. "Daddy doesn’t need to do a thing. Let me fuck that perfect dick while you relax and enjoy my wet little cunt."

Hardly anything to complain about there. Yujin immediately squats down and reaches underneath to grab hold of your throbbing length, angling just right, teasing the tip up against her slick folds. 

You let her handle the rest, and get two deep handfuls of that perfect fucking ass while she takes your entire length without struggle. These content sighs leave her throat the second you're balls deep, when your cock gets swallowed by that heavenly warmth. She's so tight no matter what entrance, lifting up that immaculate body, so she can sink back down entirely to the base and consume you in that wonderful, wet heat. 

"Shit, Yujin, feels so good, so fucking good, god," you groan out, losing yourself in how tight her warm little cunt is, those wide hips already in motion. Her hands get a firm grip on your thighs, using them for support when she gets so deliciously deep off the bat, ass bouncing so perfectly for your own benefit. 

“Needed this so bad," Yujin gasps, words pouring from her lips without even thinking. "This thick dick in me, pounding my needy little cunt. I’m obsessed, obsessed with your cock, just like you’re obsessed with my ass, my tight cunt—my pretty face that you love covering. How good is it, daddy?"

“So fucking good, Yujin—fuck, baby. Love watching you fuck me like a desperate little cock slut.” She picks up speed and looks over her shoulder, right into your eyes, mouth hanging open with these desperate little moans as your gaze travels down to those slick, pussy lips that grip so impossibly tight, demanding you stay inside.

"Like I could do anything but bounce on your thick fucking cock, god, I can’t get enough of feeling daddy so deep."

And this look she gets, this hunger that reflects in her eyes confirms it. The way Yujin rolls her hips, slamming so deep and  sinking as far down as she possibly can—it all makes you throb so hard when she comes crashing down, hot flesh on hot flesh so goddamn loud. Her moans turn up a level when you palm those soft cheeks, slapping away when they bounce, digging your fingers deep into the flesh to get even more reactions out of her. 

It's all so careless the way she rides your cock, and it doesn't take long before she's getting all sweaty again, perspiration that glistens on her lower back with how she fucks you harder, dropping those perfect, rippling cheeks all the way down. Another heavy slap to her ass makes her cunt tighten even more, and Yujin only impales herself harder, digging her nails into your thighs, a little pain only adding to the pleasure as your cock slides through that slippery heat.

"Gonna ride daddy until he fills me up, until those balls are so fucking empty. You're only allowed to breed me today—that little whore Wonyoung doesn't get anything.” 

There's a hint of jealousy in her voice that’s mixed with her demands, like she's using your body to release the frustrations of how Wonyoung has been dominating your attention lately. And you're more than happy to comply. To enjoy the vigorous way Yujin impales herself on your cock, the way she can’t do anything but throw herself on you even harder, crashing down, thighs so obscenely spread out on either side to give the perfect view of every inch that gets buried inside. 

"Fuck, can't get enough, can't ever get enough. Daddy’s cock is so perfect, gonna fuck you until I cum, until I cum so hard—and then you're gonna fill me, aren’t you? Fill my cunt so deep, you’re gonna breed me over and over,” Yujin says, like it’s your only purpose to do just that. 

Her body is always in motion, the rhythm of her hips never one to yield for anything as Yujin rides you so hard you can hardly breathe. Left behind is a slick, dripping mess that leaks down your shaft when she lifts up, only to slam down hard as she can, balls deep, every last inch inside. 

"Almost there, almost fucking there," Yujin gasps out, and so are you, that familiar swelling in your balls, ready to unload right after she does. "Shit, daddy, oh god, I'm gonna fucking—“

Her body finishes the rest of the sentence at the end of one satisfying bounce—and then she's clenching violently all around your shaft while she fucks herself right over the edge. She gushes with almost enough force to slip out, but her weight is pressed all the way down, thighs trembling, body shaking, moaning even louder when her orgasm tears through her entire body. 

It hits hard—harder than it should with that pretty face twisted up in bliss. But Yujin keeps bouncing, the lewdest little noises spilling out so much like the slick that coats your shaft. 

"Daddy, fuck, oh my god, daddy—" Yujin gasps out when she slams her hips down again and again, each bounce in your lap not letting up, her greedy cunt getting so unbearably tight around your cock.

Her walls continue clenching, almost begging for you to spill right then and there. She's slowing herself down just enough to let you savor how those swollen pussy lips spread around your length, how goddamn wet they've gotten, so eager to milk another load. Yujin rides it all out, these constant bounces that are anything but gentle, and then her hips lift up enough for you to slip out—

There's an emptiness in an instant, one that doesn’t last long when Yujin shifts her weight around to face you, all her arousal coating your aching length. She sits right back down, sinking back down with that insane grip before your next breath, your cock right back inside where it belongs. 

"Need to see daddy’s face when he breeds me. Need that load pumped as far as it can go in my fucking cunt,” Yujin demands, and god, she looks like a beautiful mess, this strain in her voice that makes her sound so goddamn sexy. It only gets you closer to the edge, having that gaze locked on you while she rests her palms on your chest, hips picking right where they left off. 

Then she's bouncing so quickly on your cock, riding with purpose, tits bouncing in sync as your cock has no choice but to submit to her body. 

 "Give it to me—give it all, daddy. Need to make your big cock explode inside my little pussy," Yujin says, breath hitching from how frantic she drives her hips down. "Need to milk all that fucking cum out, wanna feel it so fucking deep."

"Shit, Yujin, you're so—fuck," is all you can say, a mess of words just pouring out, because no matter how many times you fuck this cock hungry little brat, she still pulls all this out of you. "Addicted little fucking slut so greedy for my cum."

“Shut up and breed me, daddy. Breed this desperate fucking slut, please, let me have it, let me feel this thick fucking cock pumping everything in me, fuck—“ 

Despite her climax moments ago, Yujin doesn’t know the meaning of fatigue, and continues riding with fervor, focused so intently on milking your cock. You’re there just waiting for the inevitable, watching the sweat on her body, the bliss on her face when she lifts up before crashing back down. The hot sounds of your bodies colliding play on repeat, with Yujin so wet that your cock slips out by accident, meeting the chill of the air before it disappears all in a second into that heavenly warmth again.

"So fucking deep, daddy’s so, so deep, god," Yujin moans out between these frantic bounces that you can hardly keep up with. Nothing could stop how you throb, your cock swollen and aching and just there on the edge, so sensitive to every movement. "Nothing better than getting bred by daddy's big cock, nothing better but being a fucking cum dump—"

If that wasn't enough to do you in, it's the way Yujin leans in to lick the side of your neck, moaning right in your ear while your body starts to shudder. Then there's a delicate hand that reaches up and wraps around your throat, giving a firm squeeze—that definitely does the rest of the work. 

It's enough to take you all the way. enough for you to let out a loud, guttural moan while your thick mess spills inside her cunt. 

The second Yujin tightens her grip on your throat is what makes you empty like never before, flooding her womb with so, so much. You hold her wrist steady as her greedy cunt milks out everything you have—her hips roll a little more while the tightness from her velvety walls refuses to relent, every violent spurt hers to have.

"Fuck yes, god, just like that, daddy, breed me. Mmh, that's so much filling me up,” Yujin moans right beside your ear, that lustful gaze that keeps your pleasure flowing while all that thick, hot seed unloads without end. You only throb even harder with each clench, her warm cunt so desperate to wring you dry as you pump load after hot load into her. 

You’ve never seen such a satisfied look on Yujin’s face, your balls more than empty, but she’s still bouncing on your cock, rocking those insane hips to do what she can to squeeze a little bit more out. 

“God, Yujin... fucking brat always makes me cum so hard," you say with whatever leftover energy there is left. She’s smiling at that, knowing that everything inside her is all her doing. And even as the grip on your throat relaxes, her pussy isn’t done claiming what belongs to her, these tired little bounces finishing what she started. 

You’re on the verge of collapse, when Yujin leans forward to press a gentle, grateful kiss against your lips. She gets her hands cupping your face as her hips begin to move again, a gradual rise of her ass that lets go inch by inch, until you eventually slip out, leaving your load to start leaking out from her well-fucked cunt. 

"That's all inside me right now. Your thick load leaking from my fucking pussy looks so good, doesn’t it? Daddy did such a good job breeding me, nothing better than being pumped so full—“ 

Yujin is kissing you again, slower this time, taking the time to plant her lips on any part of your face she can get, the lingering bliss doing wonders for that beautiful glow on her face. She seems as spent as you are, but even then, there’s nothing to keep her still—nothing to stop her as she guides you back in without warning. 

"Jesus, Yujin—" you hiss between gritted teeth when she rolls those fucking hips again, and that slippery, wet warmth returns, your cum acting almost like lube as it mixes in with her juices. Yujin sinks back down on every sensitive inch without pause, forcing out an aching throb and that look on her face gets even more devilish. "God, you're gonna kill me, brat."

"My cum-hungry pussy isn't done just yet, daddy. I can keep going—" But you can’t. And Yujin knows the way she mercilessly bucks her hips with one quick roll, one rough motion that squeezes you from base to tip. "Daddy said I was addicted, so he’s not wrong. My poor little pussy just can’t get enough of being full of that thick fucking cum.” 

Your cock can hardly take any more, not that she would ever have it any other way. “Yujin, p-please—“

"Daddy can't be too sensitive to keep fucking this little cunt. Need those balls to fill up again so I can empty them, so I can see that face again when you breed me one more time, “ Yujin says, not letting up, driving that perfect, dripping cunt all the way down your length. 

"F-fucking brat, too goddamn much, too, ah—" 

All this strain is right in your voice, but all Yujin does is respond with another sinister laugh before slamming that ass down hard in your lap. And with ease, she does it again, sliding off your cock just to slam back in, eager to draw every bit of sensitivity out as possible. 

“Is Yujinnie being too needy for daddy's poor, sensitive cock again? Not my fault this tight pussy gets so desperate to empty those big, heavy balls, just so I can get all that cum inside me…” And to emphasize her point, she squeezes with every word, a fucking vice grip that draws out this broken, pitiful little moan from your throat. "Such an unbearable little slut that I have to beg daddy to use me over and over again."

There's a kiss on your lips that can only be described as indulgent, that takes your mind off how her pussy wants to force another load from you. But in that same moment, her hips start to ease up, the overwhelming stimulation just that tiny bit more bearable.

"Poor daddy. Fine, maybe I'll just stay here with you nice and deep inside me. At least until you're ready to fill me again," Yujin says as she nuzzles her face right up against the side of your neck. And you’ve never been so relieved when her hips finally stop moving. Her hot breath lingers on your skin as you find yourself losing the battle with exhaustion. But then—

"Are you two really fucking without me?" Wonyoung comes back at the worst time, because the second she takes a single step in the door, she gets an eyeful of this entire scene laid out in front of her, where she's barely had time to put the plethora of bags from shopping down.

"You were gone like—a million hours, and we both got a little too needy. Besides, you've been using him nonstop since finals week."

"Hey, that's not true," Wonyoung whines as she saunters over, looking at the current state of how things are and plops down on the couch cushions. "You were busy and daddy wasn't. He didn’t want you to be disturbed, so he fucked me in places you weren't—the parking garage, the dressing room at my favorite store, the campus bathrooms, this little conference room where he pounded me against the window..."

"A conference room? Like one of those with glass walls? How did you even think of that place?"

"It was in that weird old building that nobody uses anymore—but that doesn't matter. There's also the ice cream parlor where he came on my face in the bathroom." 

And while she continues, the list seems to just go on and on, places and situations that seem almost unrealistic were it not for the fact you were right there at every moment. 

"The place where you always get brain freeze but refuse to admit it? That place?" Yujin asks and shakes her head, like it's a completely normal conversation to have while you're still buried inside. 

"I don't get—yes, that place! We went there right after. And daddy held me against the sink and fucked my brains out again. I almost had to walk out of there with cum all over my face because the sink was broken and they were all out of paper towels."

"There was literally a sign that said out of order. It's your fault for ignoring it."

Yujin can't help but laugh. "Idiot."

"I saw it! And it didn't mean I couldn't use it, okay?"

"It's in the name, princess. Out of order. Literally says not working. Literally."

"How was I-I thought it meant the toilets didn't flush or the sinks would drip or something. Not that I can't fucking come in and get bent over and fucked."

Yujin really laughs this time—this audible laugh at the absurdity, like she can't believe how ridiculous the exchange is as Wonyoung sits here all pouty, explaining herself. "There's this thing called common sense. Try using that next time."

"Fuck you, don't be so—" Wonyoung inhales deeply. "What makes you think that's even on my mind when daddy's face is right between my thighs, huh?"

"Of course not. Our princess wouldn't want to hurt her pretty, precious head thinking," Yujin fires back. 

Wonyoung just ignores her and moves on, standing up with her arms crossed. "So now that you're both done and you've ruined the couch again, that means daddy is available again, right?"

"Who said we're done? And the couch isn't even that bad. Don't act like you haven't squirted all over daddy's face on this exact piece of furniture, slut."

"Hey—I, look it's not my fault he makes me cum so fucking hard I practically flood his stupid mouth when he tongues my asshole," Wonyoung protests.

Utterly ridiculous, this exchange. Yujin can't even begin to cover her amusement and giggles while shaking her head again.

"So, like I was saying, do I get daddy now, or not?"

Yujin just looks in your direction, like you have any answer for that question, your body not even able to move the slightest right now. "I think daddy needs to rest for a while before either of us drains his balls again."

Wonyoung clearly doesn’t like that answer, another pout extending on her lips. "Waited all this time to jump on his dick, and it's already fucking spent."

"Let him recharge, you greedy whore," Yujin grins, with a lift of her hips, this empty feeling returning so quickly, almost having gotten used to having your cock deep inside her. "If you're that desperate to get filled, I can go get the strap, the one that shoots loads of fake cum."

"As if that's even the same—ugh, fine," Wonyoung scoffs. "But you're letting me ride your face first. Then we'll see about putting that dumb toy in my ass." 

"Fine by me, slut," Yujin responds, clearly thrilled by the notion, a wider grin showing. "Come join us whenever, daddy. We'll be in the room with the brat screaming."

That's when Wonyoung forgets about the bags left on the floor, tugging her dress up over her head to toss it away as she follows a naked Yujin who already disappears into the hallway.

You just relax back, alone for now. Maybe you'll join them later. For now, rest, recover a little. Maybe a lot—knowing exactly what you’ll walk into with these two, you're gonna need it. 

[eicsferrari]

never met - op81 smau

summary: people start making up rumors about oscar and yn. problem is they never actually met

face claim: random girls from pinterest

a/n: this is chaos but it was fun to write hope you like it

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gossipf1 singer yn and oscar piastri are reported to be dating according to inside sources

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user5 please let this be true

lando rue, when did this happen?

user14 helppp what is lando doing here

user3 my two worlds colliding

user7 she's not good enough for him

user8 ?? he's not good enough for her

yn inside sources who??? i never saw this man in my life😭😭

user10 he's a formula 1 driver

yn oh i only know lewis hamilton aka the goat aka the loml

user10 fair

yn he looks cute tho👀

sabrinacarpenter no yn!

yn 😊😊

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caption: this is the man yall think i pulled? Damn thank u

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↪sabrinacarpenter you are insane😭

↪lando +61 12345678 text him

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yn jazzy nights are my favorite

♡liked by sabrinacarpenter, oscarpiastri and others

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user6 best night of my life

sabrinacarpenter i'm in love with you😍

yn me when i see you

user1 oscar liked...

user4 don't start

user1 i just stated a fact

user9 obsessed with your voice, i want you to sing me to sleep every night

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gossipf1 yn and oscar spotted hanging out after her concert

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user8 i fear this couple would be too iconic

user4 just... no

user5 i dont know this man my ass

yn in my defense i really haven't met him then!

lando it's true i can confirm

lando i can also confirm yn was oscar's most listened artist last year

oscarpiastri why are you here?

lando gossip is my bat signal

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yn trip made it out of the groupchat

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lando groupchat and it's only two people

yn get off my comments

lando i got you his number and this is how you repay me?

user9 lando tell us who it is🙏🏼

user3 if lando set them up it has to be oscar

user7 i'm in love with her aesthetic

user5 white shirt=oscar

user14 stop we don't know

sabrinacarpenter did my invite get lost in the mail?🤨

yn babe i'm sorry he means nothing you are the love of my life

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↪user4 gossipf1 ended up setting you two up huh

↪sabrinacarpenter i remember when i was the one taking her pictures...💔

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yn sorry osc i go where lewis goes🏎️

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oscarpiastri 😐

user4 osc🥺🥺

scuderiaferrari everyone is a ferrari fan ♡liked by author

francocolapinto hamilton fan first, a girlfriend second. i respect that

user5 did he just confirm that they are girlfriend and boyfriend?

mclaren 💔

yn sorry😔

charles_leclerc i approve son oscarpiastri

yn forza ferrari!

user26 we lost her to a sports guy...

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↪yn giggling blushing throwing up kicking my feet🥺🫶🏼

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caption he's still mad i did not wear orange

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↪lando it's papaya not orange😡

yn same fucking thing

lando it's not !!

yn ok but the word papaya is so ugly

lando YOU TAKE THAT BACK

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yn the rumors are now true, i'm his favorite artist and he's my (second) favorite driver

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user18 she's gorgeous😍 he's just there😐

francocolapinto yes yes you might kiss but did he ever say he wanted to learn your language just to understand your jokes? i don't think so

yn call me when you are his top artist on spotify loser

user12 don't mind me i'm just patiently waiting for the love songs this will inspire

oscarpiastri you are never going to let me live this down, right?

yn you are stuck with me and my bad jokes sorry bro

sabrinacarpenter just remember she was mine first papaya boy

oscarpiastri noted🫡

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oscarpiastri she finally wore papaya

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user2 she's so hot🥵

yn not that word again😭

lando i will block you if you keep hating on the papaya

yn do it i dare you

yn i look so good tho

oscarpiastri you always look amazing

yn i love me a boy who can sweet talk

lando god stop being cheesy on main🤢

yn weren't you going to block me??

lando i should have

yn just do it you coward

user23 yes yn put the car guy in his place!

lando why are you supporting her when your page is dedicated to me??? are you a fan or a hater?

user23 i'm your biggest fan! but i support women's rights and women's wrongs so i'm with yn

yn HA even your fans like me better😛

lando you stole my teammate and now my fans what else do you want from me😭😭

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↪yn disgustingly cute yes

lando whatever helps you sleep at night

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↪yn babe don't expose us like that😔

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yn DELETE what if lewis sees this?

user21 she's so real

lewishamilton i feel betrayed

yn nooo💔😔 you will always be n1 in my heart

oscarpiastri 😐

yn deal with it

yn i am so incredibly proud of you and i love supporting you🥺🧡

oscarpiastri thank you for being here<3

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[thehoneybeestings]

Service Top!Sevika at Babette's 

Word Count: approx. 640

Synopsis: There's a reason the girls at Babette's fight over who gets Sevika for the night when she comes in, and you're about to find out why

Content/Warnings: nsfw, porn w no/little plot, brothel worker!reader x service top!sev, bottom!reader, oral (sev & r receiving) strap (r receiving), pillow humping, reader has female anatomy, reader referred to as girl, doll, like 75% of afabs can't cum from penetration alone so this is for us

A/N: OKAY okay since everyone is asking (no one asked girl), i guess i'll give you guys some service top!vika x brothel worker!reader while we wait for the kassandra poll results. since everyyyone is asking. service top!sevika holy fuck save me. enjoy !

Love, Bee ୨ৎ

୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika who frequents the brothel to blow off steam in a way that has the girls fighting over who gets her for the night

୨ৎ You've only been working at Babette's for a month now, so you're not really sure what the hype is all about…

୨ৎ Until, she comes in one evening and everyone else is already with a client, leaving you to take care of her

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୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika who walks into your room through the beaded curtain that's twinkling like the grey eyes traveling up and down your figure

୨ৎ “You new?” She asks, unbuttoning her cloak to reveal a beautiful arm of bronze

୨ৎ Beautiful, but intimidating; this is made clear by the wide eyes you sport when responding with a hesitant, “Y-yes…”

୨ৎ She takes note of your weariness and makes quick work of easing your worries 

୨ৎ “Not gonna hurt ya;” she states, throwing her cloak over the wingback chair next to the door, “not what i’m here for.” 

୨ৎ “What are you here for then?” You respond; this time, more confidently 

୨ৎ She strolls over to the bar cart, and you don't miss the smirk that appears on her face before her back is to you as she pours herself a glass of whiskey

୨ৎ “That depends on you.”

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୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika who’s got you baffled, because it’s been a long time since someone asked you what you liked

୨ৎ She's got you sprawled out on the velvet couch, her head between your legs, only coming up for air to ask if you if “You want it faster?” “You want another one of my fingers?” “You're gonna cum for me, aren't you doll?”

୨ৎ No fucking shit you're gonna cum; this is the best head you've ever gotten

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୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika who's got you on your knees in front of her, wetting her strap so it's nice and ready for you

୨ৎ You're quick to coax every inch into your mouth, eyes watering as you try your best to breathe through the jabs to the back of your throat 

୨ৎ But then, she's cupping your jaw with her flesh hand, pulling you off of its length

୨ৎ “Slow down, doll,” she soothes, “you're gonna hurt yourself.”

୨ৎ You'd sputter out an apology, explaining that you were only doing what your other clients liked

୨ৎ “Don't care what they like. Take your time; just need my strap wet enough to make you feel good.” 

୨ৎ Of course, you show your immense appreciation for her consideration by giving her head so good she swears she can feel it through the strap

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୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika whose got you babbling on her cock, completely drunk off of how good she's fucking you

୨ৎ She's got you in a prone bone, (because she asked what your favorite position to take strap in was) leaning down to tell you how good you're doing, how well you're taking her

୨ৎ “Can you cum like this?” She suddenly asks, slowing down 

୨ৎ “Not usually,” you pant, “need something on my clit.”

୨ৎ “Good. Want my mouth on you anyway.”

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୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika who’s coaxing another orgasm from you, fingers massaging your walls, tongue drawing figure eights on your clit

୨ৎ Her arms are wrapped around your thighs, holding them down as you twitch and thrash with your release 

୨ৎ Only once you've ridden it out until you're reaching down to push her away does she crawl up to fall beside you on the pile of blankets, furs, and pillows 

୨ৎ Her breath is labored, eyebrows knit together, and her own thighs are twitching now 

୨ৎ “Your turn?” You ask breathlessly

୨ৎ She reaches down to grab a pillow before dropping it beside your head; and only upon seeing the dark patch on the pillow case do you realize that she'd gotten off grinding into it as she ate you out

୨ৎ “Already went. You wanna go again?”

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୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika who is-naturally- your favorite client; and luckily for you, you're her favorite girl

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[no-144444]

the trouble with racing- o.piastri

summary: a the first race of the season, oscar figures something out that could change his life forever.

pairing: oscar piastri x ex! single mom! fem! reader

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You had always loved going to races, especially to see Oscar win. Home races were a big deal, and against your better judgement, you allowed Max to drag you along. You hadn’t seen him in years, not since he left F2 and left you behind. No text, no calls, just a note saying he couldn't do it anymore. Couldn’t love you anymore. Max was your brother in law, he’d married your sister years ago, and you two had bonded over your shared love of racing, but he’d never understood why you wouldn’t go to a GP. He also didn’t get why you wouldn’t let your daughter anywhere near the sport, when she already loved it so much, but to each their own. 

“Come on P,” you smiled, holding her hand and pulling her away from the gates of the paddock. All you had to do was get through the weekend. Just babysit Poppy and take care of Mia, and you’d be fine, right?

“Can we visit uncle Lando?” she asked and you grimaced. 

“We’ll see, first we should put all our stuff in Redbull, yeah?” you smiled at her and she nodded, running on to catch up with Max as he walked through the paddock. Your sister, busy pregnant with her second child, had decided to stay home and not fly, thereby giving Max a reason to beg you to help him out and take care of P. You had reluctantly agreed, and that’s how you ended up in the McLaren Motorhome, chatting to Lando. You’d met him a few times before, just in passing with Max, or at P’s birthday parties. He was sweet. 

“And how’s my favourite girl doing?” he asked, taking Mia out of your arms. 

You chuckled, watching the exchange. 

“Hi,” her meek little voice made Lando smile and laugh. 

“Hi Mia,” he waved. “Do you want to have a look at my car?

She nodded. 

“Do you want to sit in my car?” 

She nodded vigorously. 

“You don’t have to-” you started but he cut you off. 

“It’s fine, mechanics are done with it anyways. Onward we go!” he giggled, and you followed behind the two with P beside you. 

“I want to talk to Oscar!” P smiled. 

“He’s in the garage, you can go say hi,” Lando informed her and she ran ahead, straight for the garage. 

You felt your anxiety spike. He wouldn’t say anything, surely? He had nothing to say when he left. He should have nothing to say now. 

Lando and Mia got on like two peas in a pod, and you took all the photos while he talked to her about the different parts of the steering wheel and how it all worked. 

“Y/n?” Nicole’s voice brought you out of your bubble, and you felt yourself stiffen. “Is that you?” 

You turned around to see her shocked face, Hattie, Eddie, Mae, and Tim all standing behind her, the same surprised look. 

“Hi,” you smiled awkwardly. “How are you guys?”

“We’re good,” Nicole nodded, still trying to wrap her head around the fact that you were here. “H-How are you?”

“I’m good, thank you,” you nodded. 

“W-What are you doing here?” she asked. 

“Max Verstappen is my brother in law,” you explained. “He needed help with P-”

Just then, Poppy came bounding in, Oscar hot on her tail and wrapped her arms around your midriff.  “Auntie Y/n, am I allowed to root for two teams?” 

You smiled down at her, playing with her hair as she leant against you. “Of course, once one of them is Max.”

She looked at you, unamused. “Of course it is silly!” 

You chuckled. 

“Mom!” Mia giggled. “Look, I’m a racer!”

You turned back to Lando and Mia and saw her with her hands on the steering wheel, Lando dying of laughter as he took photos. You chuckled. “Well done baby.”

You turned back to see a horrified look on Oscar’s face, and the rest of his family looking at you surprised. “Well, it was nice to see you, but I’d better get back to Redbull,” you smiled before turning back to Lando. “Thank you Lan, she loves this stuff.”

He nodded, taking her out of the car and handing her to you. “See you later,” he called as you three left. 

Fuck. 

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The Piastri’s were stunned into a sort of shocked silence. Nicole was looking at her son, a million thoughts running through her head. 

“Lando,” Oscar spoke up. “Who’s kid is that?”

“Mia?” he asked, his face hardened. “Y/n’s.”

“How old is she?” Nicole rushed out. “Is Y/n married? Does Mia have a dad-?”

“Mia’s four,” he answered, calm and calculated. “Y/n’s been single since she found out, and Mia does have a dad; Oscar.” 

And Oscar’s world crumbled. He thought he was doing the best thing for you, getting you out of his insane life before it all got too crazy for you. He thought he was fixing things by leaving you behind. But all this time, he could’ve been a dad. He could’ve been there for you, while you were pregnant, while you were exhausted with a newborn, while you were alone. There hadn’t been a day that had gone by where he didn’t think about you, and wished you were still there with him, but it was his choice, and he made it. He started at the floor, trying to process it all. That kid was half him, half you. Mia. That was the name you’d both decided on if you ever got pregnant and it was a girl. You still had him in mind when you were naming her. 

“Oscar,” Lando’s voice was low. “Y/n has spend four fucking years without you, because that’s what you wanted. You wanted her to leave, so she left. She’s happy, after being very unhappy for a really long time. Do not fuck this up for her. Yes, you have a right to your child, but just think about the fact that she’s been doing fine without you for four years.”

“I-I… Can I talk to her?” he asked no one in particular. “I never knew.” 

“You blocked her on everything, how was she supposed to tell you?” Lando scolded. 

“Quali starts in 15 minutes,” Nicole interjected. “I’ll go speak to her.” 

“No,” Oscar sighed. “I’ll talk to her after. Let me sort this out, alright?” 

She nodded.

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Pole position didn’t taste as good as he wanted it to, especially when it also meant he had about 2 extra hours of interviews. He just wanted to see you. He just wanted to talk to you. He wanted to see Mia. 

He rushed to the RedBull garage, searching high and low for you until he ran into Max. 

“Hey mate,” Max smiled. “Alright?”

“Where’s Y/n?” he asked, frantic. 

“My sister in law?” he questioned and Oscar nodded. “She went back to the hotel.” 

“Which hotel?” 

“I’ll drive with you, come on,” Max offered and Oscar took it. “Why do you need her?” 

“I just… we have to talk about some things,” Oscar explained as they sat in the back of a car, driving towards the hotel. “We went to school together.”

“No way!” Max chuckled, not getting the fact that Oscar was seriously stressed and nervous. “That’s so fun, she dated a guy called Oscar for like five years and they met in high school,” Max’s head suddenly swivelled to meet Oscar’s eyes. “That wasn’t you, was it?”

“No,” Oscar lied. “No, we were just friends.” 

“Good, whoever that Oscar is, is the one that left her high and dry when she got pregnant,” he scoffed. “Dickhead.”

That didn’t exactly help the pit of guilt in Oscar’s stomach, but he nodded along anyway. 

The rest of the car journey was easy, both of them just chatting about the race tomorrow. When they got to the hotel, Max told him your room number, and Oscar was shooting off towards it. He stood in the elevator, it was a surreal feeling to find out that you had a kid, and he was also about to see the love of his life for the second time in four years. 

He knocked on the door, and herald giggles from Mia, and his heart swelled. You opened the door a crack and smiled in his general direction, but then you realised it was him, grabbed a keycard and came out, closing the door behind you. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked. 

“I wanted to talk to you,” he admitted. “I never knew-”

“I know and I’m sorry- I didn’t want to just… spring it on you like this but I knew you’d have to find out eventually- only Lando knows you’re her dad, and I wanted to tell you, I-I just… It never felt like the right time-”

“I’m her dad?” he questioned, his eyes filling with tears. You nodded, crossing your arms. “All this time and I could've been a dad?”

“I wanted to tell you, I swear, I just didn’t want you to think I was trying to baby trap you or anything, so I let it be and I just got more and more anxious about it, so I just stopped coming to GPs. I know this is a lot and I’m sorry-” you felt yourself tearing up. You knew Oscar wanted to be dad more than anything at all, but you were terrified. He’d broken up with you using a note. 

He wrapped his arms around you, shaking his head. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why you’re apologising. I’m the asshole. I should’ve been here, and I’m so sorry I wasn’t. I love you-”

“Osc-”

“No, I do. I only broke up with you because Zak told me ‘no distractions or realtionships’ and even then I couldn’t break up with you in person, I had to do it with a fucking note. I’ve loved you since we met in school, and I’m sorry that I let you go through this alone. If you’ll let me, I want to be in her life, and maybe yours too.”

Your features eased gently, but he knew what it meant. He knew you like the back of his hand, still. “I’m not sure about my life, but you do have a daughter who definitely would love a dad like you.”

“An F1 driver?” he questioned.

“No,” you chuckled. “A good person, come on,” you ushered him in, revealing Mia on the bed in her pyjamas, freshly bathed as she read a book. “Mia,” you spoke gently. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet-”

“Oscar Piastri!” she cheered. “Pole position!”

He chuckled and looked at you quizzically, as you smiled. 

“She got the racing bug from you,” you smiled at her, your voice low so she couldn’t hear. He beamed with pride. 

“Is she into karting?” he asked and you rolled your eyes. 

“Only three days a week,” you sighed. “She loves it, as much as you did.”

He nodded. “Hi Mia, what book have you got there?” 

“The ABC’s of racing,” she explained. 

“Do you mind if I read it to you tonight instead of your mom?” he offered and she nodded, beaming with excitement. 

He looked at you with a hopeful smile and you nodded, giving him the go-ahead. As you watched him sit beside her in bed, reading to her until she fell asleep against him, as much as your heart was full, you couldn’t escape that unmistakable dread that bubbled in your stomach. Oscar could leave again, you'd just be heartbroken. You had to be smart about this, not let him near you, just let him be a dad to Mia. 

You could do that, right?

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[soleilapproves]

ex-convict!sukuna tries to talk to burnt out!reader about her feelings but she dismisses him. not proofread, sorry :(

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Anxiety lathered your back in cold sweat as you received your exam sheet from your TA, not bothering to look twice at your haphazard state before moving on to the next person.

You knew there was a reason why your paper was given to you faced down while your friend received hers with bright red numbers beaming up at her. You knew it was just your insecurity speaking to you, but it really did feel like the entire classroom of seventy-five people were staring at you. Even if your seat was all the way in the corner and Sukuna’s faded brown leather jacket basically cloaked you into invisibility.

You weren’t sure how you accidentally snagged it in the first place, all you remember was that you had slept with him the night before an important exam and rushed out with his jacket instead of your oversized hoodie that you sported for the Walk of Shame. It was the only thing comforting you at the moment. The familiar smell of nicotine and wet grass clouded your senses as you imagined him holding you close with his fingers stuffed in your cunt and his lips on your neck after yet another failure.

Just how many times were you going to go to him to comfort yourself? It was starting to become a habit that shaved you to your bones.

Your chest tightened as the ceiling got lower and lower to the point where you could feel the bright fluorescent lights burning the brittle hair on your scalp. The brick walls engulfed you till yours bones crunched and your muscles tightened.

Without thinking twice, you grabbed your worn denim satchel as you silently raced out the lecture hall, trembling like a fawn. Your boots splashed against the wet ground as you walked towards the back of the building and slid down on the wall while hugging yourself.

Your closed palm held your failure. Your crushed and creased exam sheet. A part of you wanted to grind it to nothing under your boots, but a part of you still had a sense of accountability so you shoved it in Sukuna’s jacket.

While fishing around in his pockets, you found two very interesting things—a leaf of acetaminophen tablets, and a pack of cigarettes. You knew he smoked with the way his jacket smelled but you’d never seen him do it. The leaf of tablets led you to believe that he must’ve been trying to quit.

You’d never been a smoker, always worried that you’d get addicted once you started, becoming a slave to the little white cylinder, but today was different. It was your last chance at passing the class. The last quiz you could get good grade on before failing the entire class even after giving the final.

You assumed he could always quit faster with one less cigarette in the box so you decided to look for a lighter and found one in his inner pocket.

“What the fuck are you doing?” A large, tattooed hand snatched the cigarette and lighter from your grasp. Sukuna stared at you like you’d betrayed him. You groaned to yourself as you rubbed a hand down your face. You’d forgotten you had texted him to pick you up after class.

This confrontation was of your own design.

“Smoking, what do you think? Give that back,” you got up and tried to snatch it away, but he had managed to grab the box from you as well and thrown it down on the ground, immediately crushing it with his boots.

“I can’t believe you’d destroy pricey cigarettes like that,” you quipped as you shrugged off his jacket, but he grabbed on to your shoulders, preventing you from doing so. “It’s cold.”

Of course, a man of few words when it finally came to talking about something than yourself. “Come on, I’ll drop you home,” his large hand grabbed yours as he briskly walked to his jeep that was parked nearby.

Like clockwork, you pulled him into a rough kiss as he got into the driver’s seat, but he pulled away, a string of saliva thinning into air as held you in place by your shoulders. “What’s wrong?” Your usual routine with him was very predictable—you’d call him to let out some stress, make out a little in his car once he’d come and get you, then go to his place.

Not once had he complained, except for a few instances where he’d insist on fucking you after making you come, not even bothering to ask you to return the favor; a strange occurrence for a ‘friends with benefits’ arrangement. Especially with someone as rugged as him.

Usually jail would harden a man up, turn him into an insensitive boor, but it felt the opposite when he’d treat you rather gently: a hand on the small of your back as you’d try to get into his monstrous jeep, or checking in with you after you’d pass out as soon as he pulls out.

It was unexpected yet strangely welcoming.

“You look terrible,” he grimaces. Your cold sweat begins to dry up with the heat of your rage. “Wow. I know I’m not the hottest girl out there, but you really didn’t need to rub it in. I’m out.” He grabs your satchel before you can leave with it. It hangs between you both much like your relationship.

“Don’t get out. I didn’t mean it like that. You just… look really tired.”

You stare at him for a long time before you place your bag back in your lap. You stare ahead at the expanse of fir trees and grass as you lean back in your seat. “Since when did you care about any of that? Let’s just go to your place.”

“When was the last time you had a full night’s rest?” he asked as he started his car. He snatched your satchel and threw it in the backseat. A usual practice for him, although, it was you in the back with him while your bag sat in the front.

“Why are we even talking about this? You’re being weird.” Sukuna’s knuckles turn white at your comment, gripping the steering wheel harder. Your mind races about all the possible ways he could kill you right now. You never really argued with him because you were too afraid to see what he’d be like with his patience on its final thread.

However, you pushed that line today. He was over the edge. You could tell with the way his brows furrowed and his lips flattened ever so slightly. The jeep hadn’t picked up speed. Thank goodness for that.

“You’re in college. You need to take care of yourself,” he flatly said as he made a turn towards his apartment complex.

“Why do you care? You’re not my bo—“

There it was. The taboo word. He sure as hell wasn’t your boyfriend, but he didn’t like the reminder of it either. Only replying to you in grunts and hums when you’d say it. And it wasn’t like you both were that talkative with each other in the first place.

“I’m just worried about you.”

Now he was crossing the line. A boundary you built with ever so shaky hands, so thin that you’d topple over to him if he’d show the least bit affection. You knew he wanted in. You could tell with the way he’d hold your face when his lips would slot themselves on yours. When you’d taste yourself on his tongue.

But you couldn’t let him. It wasn’t right. You’re both fucked up, albeit, in different degrees, but still very messed up with the things going on in your lives.

You did not want him to know what really went on in your mind. Never open the door for a stranger. Even if he knows all about how your body sings for him when he caresses your core.

“Stop the car.”

“What the fuck? We’re about to reach.”

“I said, stop the car. I’m gonna walk home.”

“It’s raining, at least let me drop you off.”

“Stop the car or I’ll jump out.”

You didn’t look back at Sukuna’s face as you walked away. Nor did you tell him that you’d see him later. You both knew he would. Your texts would always come in when you’d be feeling even lower than you presently were.

And then from Sukuna’s jacket (that you were still wearing), you took out a singular, slightly bent cigarette.

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[wondergirlsthings]

Lando Norris Tries to Guess Female Products...He's So Confused

Lando Norris x Reader

You set up your phone on the kitchen counter, grinning at Lando Norris as he stands next to you. Today’s challenge is all about female products, and you’re determined to see his reaction.

"Alright, Lando," you say with a playful smirk, "let's see how well you know your stuff. I'm going to show you some female products, and you have to guess what they are used for."

Lando raises an eyebrow, looking both intrigued and a little nervous. "Okay, I'm game. But I warn you, I'm not exactly an expert in... this area."

You hold up a box of tampons. "First up: what do you think this is for?"

Lando stares at the box for a moment, his eyes darting around as if trying to decode it. "Uh, is that... for—um—periods?" he ventures slowly.

You burst out laughing. "Yes, exactly! That one was easy. Now, how about this?" You pick up a bottle of essential oils.

He squints at it. "Hmm... is it for... relaxation? Aromatherapy?"

"Right again," you reply, impressed. "You're doing well."

Encouraged, you move on to the next item: a fancy, multicolored compact mirror. Lando holds it up, puzzled. "Okay, now tell me—what's this one? Is it for... makeup?"

You shake your head, giggling. "Close, but no. It's actually a compact mirror. You know, for checking your look on the go."

Lando laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess that makes sense. I mean, I always check my reflection, but usually in a phone camera."

The final challenge is a small, discreet pouch. You hand it to him. "And this?"

Lando examines it carefully. "Hmm... a purse? Like, a small bag for essentials?"

You smile widely. "Bingo! You've got it."

Just as he starts to relax, you throw in one more twist. "Alright, one bonus challenge: this is a women's hygiene product, but it's not for makeup, and it's not for periods. What is it used for?"

Lando's face contorts in confusion as he furrows his brow. "Uh... is that for, like, cleaning or... I don't know, managing...?" He trails off, clearly out of his element.

You laugh as you gently explain, "It's actually a menstrual cup. It's used as a reusable alternative to tampons and pads."

Lando chuckles, shaking his head. "Man, I really am clueless when it comes to this stuff. I feel like I just got schooled!"

You step closer and give him a light nudge. "Don't worry, Lando. You're doing great. Maybe next time, I'll quiz you on something more your speed, like racing trivia!"

Lando grins, still a bit embarrassed but clearly entertained. "Yeah, maybe I'll stick to that. But hey, thanks for the lesson—I guess every day is a school day."

[TikTok ends – comments start rolling in]

Top Comment: "Lando's face when he saw the menstrual cup is priceless 😂"

Second Comment: "I learned more about female products in one minute than in a whole semester! 😂"

Third Comment: "Lando, you're a good sport! Keep it up!"

[gatorbites-imagines]

Okay okay so like I absolutely adored your kinktober Logan fic ❤️😭 it was like, perfection!

I was wondering if you could make a sequel with that same reader, it can be anything you want, I just loveee their relationship!!

Love you gator! 💋

Logan Howlett x mutant male reader

Headcanons

This is connected to my kinktober post, which you can read here. I’m starting my internship Monday, getting my license, and listening to nothing but Rammstein. Other than that, I’m chilling, how are yall?

After your little romp in the hay, or should I say woods? The two of you became a thing.

Neither of you ever put a word to what you were, boyfriends, partners, mates? It didn’t really matter. You scented him and he scented you, and by god did you try to mark him, fighting his healing factor with all you had.

The wolf pack accepted your presence, mainly because the whole dynamic thing feral mutants had didn’t matter to them. You didn’t stick around at all times though, since coyotes don’t form packs but are social animals.

But you always like to bring whatever you’ve killed when you do come back. The wolf pack Logan is staying with also casually accept that whatever you bring is for Logan, even if he always shares.

Logan has a feeling that if the wolves could speak, then they would approve of his “mate”, since you singlehandedly chase down anyone threatening their territory and bring back prey, mainly to impress Logan

You’re like a new young alpha trying to prove themselves to the old scarred omega, doing everything in your power to woo Logan even if you already have him. The many shared moments of passion are proof enough.

This also means you’ve taken to guarding the packs territory, as well as your own. Which means that whenever the x-men show up to find Logan, you spot them first.

you get mistaken for Logan for a moment, since they only assumed there would be one guy running around naked in the woods. But your more lithe and much less hairy build makes it clear that you are not Logan.

Good thing Logan had a feeling and was nearby though, as you almost launch yourself at the closest X-men to rip into them for coming to take your partner away.

Logan doesn’t ask you to come back with him, since he knows how comfortable you are out here away from everything. He can’t get himself to demand that, even if he yearns for you to stay.

Luckily for Logan, you would never leave your omega behind, especially when his scent so strongly yearns for you to stay with him. Getting you to wear clothes is a lot more difficult though. In the end you only agree to wear one of logans tank tops which is just long enough to cover the most important bits.

Logan does all the talking, since you two have spent most of your time just grunting and growling to communicate. You do yip though, compared to Logans more guttural noises. You have also perfected that howl scream noise coyotes do, which almost gives Scott a heart attack when you do it out of the blue.

Meeting the rest of the x-men has you on edge for a while, which results in you just kinda walking the perimeter of whatever property they are on, be it the mansion or Krakoa. They still can’t get you to wear clothes, outside of Logans laundry.

Its only when they start smelling like pack that you open up little by little, you even start talking to some of them, but most of that is kept for your lovely omega.

Speaking of feral mutant dynamics, you have a bit of a posturing problem when it comes to Hank. At least, in the beginning. Hes a big, very strong, very smart guy. And hes an alpha. Its very clear though that his secondary dynamic doesn’t matter as much to him, or control him.

But your instincts still want to square up, making you circle his lab every now and then, or give him a couple of nips before you jump back. These are not the same nips you gave Logan when you were flirting, these are more “don’t fuck with me, fellow alpha, and I wont fuck with you”

Hank is a great sport about it and knows its just biology and psychology, and that you will grow more comfortable over time. Like Logan, you will most likely always be close to your feral instincts, but it becomes more manageable with time.

You and Logan still like to spend time away from the x-men, be it to chase each other naked in the woods, or just to cuddle in the shade of a large tree.

Not being able to bring Logan big prey as gifts, you scramble for a while, since your instincts are still wailing that you need to woo him one way or another. Especially when you learn Logan has flirted with, dated, or slept with some of the many attractive mutants around you.

It results in you fighting extra hard during fights, it’s impressive when you somehow rip the head off a sentinel and bring it to Logan, presenting it to him with a puffed out chest and little proud yips. You look like you fought a blender and lost, but you are very proud.

The urges become more manageable with time like it does for Logan, but they are always present. And yeah, Logan and you have weeks off every spring and fall for biological reasons, that may involve getting naked in the woods again.

That, or wherever you guys live need to be soundproofed, something the x-men learn after the first time. But who are they to judge, everyone knows every member of the team are wild in some way.

Logan ends up being the more dominant out of the two of you , mainly because hes stronger and older. He may be an omega, but you have a type, and he fits it perfectly.

You are very much a “whatever you say gorgeous” kind of alpha, even if you want to square down for Logan with any alpha you guys cross. That’s mainly instinct, but Logan still finds himself at least a little charmed at the prospect of being worth fighting over.

He always makes sure you reward you for being such a good alpha to him, which only pavlovs you to do it more, even if it grows more subtle over time.

It just becomes a quirk of yours to be a little extra possessive over Logan, no one really thinks about it after you start actually wearing clothes, talking and joining the team. It’s only something people remember when you two leave to go live in the woods again for some time.

Before it was just logan, but now you go too, in the end its just a normal day for the x-men.

[fossore]

Interview with Rick Celebrini, ft. some of his thoughts on the Sharks team culture and the Celebrini and Smith friendship, how often he brought Macklin around the Warriors as a kid, and part of what he says to him on the phone before every game, among other things.

Experience sports talk radio! Or save yourself listening to a couple of guys saying Daddy Rick far too many times and read the transcript below. Slightly trimmed and ads removed, original here.

Greg Silver: What's going on everybody! We're focusing on one family and one family only. No it's not the Papa family, it's not the Silver family, in the last 25 minutes of the show it's the Celebrini family. Macklin is going to be joining us coming up in about 15 minutes, but first, it is Warriors Director of Sports Medicine and Performance Dr. Rick Celebrini hanging on the guest line. What's happening Rick?

Rick Celebrini (RC): Hey guys, how's it going?

Silver: It's going great! Great to have you on, Greg Silver, Greg Papa, and I guess I just want to start with a Warriors related question because everybody's going to be wondering about the health of Steph Curry and I know that he's been navigating this knee tendonitis throughout the season. So just if you could tell everyone kind of how he's navigating that, if it's continuing to improve over time, if doing that back-to-back the other night was a lot of wear and tear on him, what's kind of the status of the superstar of Golden State?

RC: Man, you guys are starting with a tough one, you know I can't ans- I can't divulge that kind of information. But I will tell you Steph's in a great place, just the professional that he is and how committed he is to every aspect of his professional and personal life. He's a treat to work with and he's in a good place I think physically and mentally.

Greg Papa: And he's in good hands with you. Now we did not invite Dr. Rick on, we invited Daddy Rick on 'cause your son is coming on. And you were on the Dad's trip, we saw ya, Greg went and watched him play against Sid the Kid, what a thrill that was to score the game winning goal. The game last night in Seattle didn't go great but he did score a goal in the third period (transcriber's note: he did not score, he assisted on Toffoli's goal. KNBR is not quite beating the doesn't care about hockey allegations). Rick just how is it, being able to watch your son play at this level, how many games do you get to watch him in person?

RC: Well, like I tell everyone I'm adjusting to now becoming Macklin's dad, I'm not Rick Celebrini anymore, I'm known as Macklin's dad (chuckles as he speaks) so I'm adjusting to that. It's surreal to be honest with you, it's incredible to see him make this transition, to see him have the kind of season that he's having right now. And I guess, more than anything, as a father, to see him kind of do it with the joy and just the good nature and the fun that he's having doing it? It's one thing to sort of see what he's doing, but also you see guys like the Steph Currys and the Steve Kerrs that preach having joy in this environment which is not always easy to do and to see him doing that at 18 years old with all the pressures and expectations that come with that transition is probably the most satisfying from a parent's perspective.

Silver: Alright, so enough of me prying Dr. Rick, I'm going to focus on Daddy Rick as well. So just what would you say your influence has been on Macklin being NHL ready and just kind of knowing so much about preparation, being in the right physical state and all of that. He's only 19 years old which is hard to believe but how have some of your habits translated to him as he's really testing the waters in the NHL for the first time and killing it? (transcriber's note: he's 18)

RC: Yeah, you know guys it's not just this past offseason, it's sort of been something that I'm really blessed and fortunate to have. Four kids that have their own sort of unique sport-related goals and they all sort of have a dream to get to the highest level of sport. So having a passion and professionally being in this world, there's nothing more enjoyable or satisfying than to take some of those professional knowledge and learning and apply them to your kids. So the four kids, some of them tell people, some people kick back and maybe watch football or go golfing, I have my greatest joy and relaxation when I'm out working with the kids in the off season (transcriber's note, I'm not sure "some of them tell people" is correct). The four of them quite often work out together. This past season for Macklin has been a little in that you're trying to get him, as much as you can for an 18 year old, physically and mentally ready for the rigors of an 82-game season coming off a college season which, again, it's a challenge but he's as professional as you can get at 18 years old in terms of his approach and his commitment to his craft.

Papa: And he's got great lineage obviously, with you being a former soccer player and your whole family, I know his brother is a great hockey player as well (Translator's note: there are two brothers, both of whom are play hockey). You've been in the Bay Area, we've watched you work with the Warriors for years since you joined them in August of 2018, Dr. Rick. Macklin was just a baby back then, how much did you bring him around the Warrior locker room where he could interact with Steph and Klay and Dray and Andre and even Kevin Durant when he was there?

RC: Yeah, I wouldn't say in all honesty that is was a lot, but I think that the opportunities that he and the others did have, one, were really impactful, just to see how these guys approach their craft and two, it's just the influential age that it happened at. I think it was kind of that perfect timing of just as they're getting very serious in terms of where they want to go with their sport, being exposed to that type of environment.

Silver: Talking to Dr. Rick Celebrini here slash Daddy Rick as Macklin will be joining us in about ten minutes and I know this has been quite an awesome experience for you Rick, so just kind of want to get your sense — I don't know how much you've gotten to observe the season, I know the two seasons, NBA and NHL, have quite a bit of overlap, but what's your sense so far of the dynamic between a lot of the youth on this Sharks team and some of the older vets. How do you think Macklin's integrated himself with a lot of these vets, but also having other young guys like Eklund and Askarov making a name for themselves at the same time?

RC: Yeah, especially just coming off this father's trip I got the opportunity to see it sort of first hand and first of all, they have a great group of just people. Never mind players and athletes but just people that the dads — you can see kind of where their sons have gotten it from. Macklin, I think, has really benefited form coming in as a rookie with Will Smith, they've developed a really close bond and friendship and so I think that's helped immensely. You mentioned some of the other young guys, I think there's a really nice balance of rookies, and the veterans that they do have around there have taken a real interest in helping these guys along. So I think all that has helped. I mean, obviously it hasn't necessarily translated in terms of results for the team, but if you're building for the future I think they're going about it the right way in terms of getting good quality people to support these kids as they're building for the future,

Papa: Yeah, Will Smith and Macklin go back to BC BU I know, and that great rivalry and the Beanpot there in Boston and everything and to hang with his dad I know was great for you in Seattle. The one thing that struck me as interesting is that Macklin is back home. he could live with you and your wife and your family, but the way they do it in the NHL is unlike any other sport where he's actually with Jumbo Joe. And what Will Smith is living with Patty? I don't remember Brandin Podziemski moving in with the Currys when he got here Rick. How is — we'll ask your son, he's coming on in a few minutes, we'll ask him directly, but why doesn't he just live at home with you and your wife and your family rather than trimming Jumbo Joe's beard?

RC: (Laughs) Well, first, from a practical logistics standpoint we're out in Livermore so with traffic, as we all know in the Bay it can be a monster, so he's far more proximal to the rink with Joe. But I think over and above that, just the incredible value you have of him living with the family. With Joe's family, they've all been so welcoming, and to have a former number one overall pick who's had an unbelievable hall of fame career to lean on and to be guided by and to keep perspective and things that I can't necessarily relate to, to Macklin, I think it's just been so incredibly valuable for him. Like you said, hockey is unique in that way, stories of Sidney Crosby with Mario Lemieux, the list goes on in terms of different individuals that have had that type of setup. I think it's an incredibly valuable way to transition into the pro game for especially an 18 year old like Macklin.

Silver: So we are having him on in a moment, and since it's such a short interview Rick, we want to make sure we maximize the minutes we get with him but, is there anything you want us to — is there any message that you have for Macklin that we can play coming back for him.

Papa: Make you bed, brush your teeth, wash behind your ears.

RC: Yeah, that's right (laughing). No, I would say, my message to him is, he actually calls before every game, we've done this for probably the last four or five years and I really cherish that time. One of the things that I consistently remind him before every single game is just to enjoy it and to keep perspective and to find the, even in the grind of the season at this point, is just to play with joy, have fun, it's what he's always loved to do. So that's probably the main message.

Papa: (Transcriber's note: at this point Papa relays that George Kittle's father hand writes him a note before each game and says it's nice the Celebrinis can have a similar moment of connection, which is cut for time/I didn't want to transcribe it) Because you're so well versed in the body and how to get through it, it's a hard challenge, He's just 18 years of age, the NHL schedule is grueling, they've got little time off before they play their next game. What's the advice to him as far as getting through this first NHL season as opposed to a much shorter collegiate season, Rick?

RC: Yeah, it's two-fold. One, get your recovery when you can and try to really maximize that, that's sleep, that's all the different modalities. Fortunately I've got peace of mind in that Mike Potenza, who was my performance director here with the Warriors for the last couple years, I actually stole him from the Sharks and now they stole him back. Selfishly for Macklin I'm thrilled that Mike is back there with the Sharks and looking after the group and specifically Macklin. Again, it's being as professional as you can with taking care of yourself. In this day and age it's unlike back in the old days where guys could have late nights and still kind of get by and play themselves into shape. It's just so demanding, the pace that the league's played at, the physicality, the expectations on and off the ice, it's really something that you have to, again, maximize your recovery when you can.

Silver: Rick, thanks so much for coming on and I hope it's not rude to cut you short for your child but in a true fatherly fashion I would say I think you're gonna be OK with it.

RC: As Macklin's dad, yeah, I'm great with it (laughs).

Papa: Anything you want us to relay to him since we're going to talk to him in a moment? Anything we should tell him?

RC: Tell him to give me a call later.

(Laughter)

Papa: Call daddy. Call daddy, Macklin.

RC: (overlapping slightly with previous) Yeah, or maybe call his mom. Even more important.

Papa: Yeah, call your — forget about dad, call mom, would ya.

(General sign offs)

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Cool off in the lake

Jason x fem!reader

warning: fluff, flirting, nervous sweet Jason, kiss

summary: In summer, it was usually much too hot for sporting activities, especially in the camp, so the kids had retreated to the somewhat 'cool' huts. But Jason and his colleague had to hold the fort outside, those were the rules. She decided to just sunbathe while Jason got the offer of his life.

info: I have a few more clichés up my sleeve regarding the cute, nervous, underappreciated camp guards. I hope you enjoy ;)

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The Summer had something good about it, everything was bright and warm, the plants were blooming and, above all, there was ice cream in abundance for everyone, young and old alike, everyone liked it.

This also applied to the residents of the Summer Camp... well, at least that was the plan, to make homemade ice cream from berries and fruits.

A natural ice cream, as Jason had called it, but a glance at the twenty-year-old ice cream machine made the teenagers groan.

Holes and moldy were more the terms that described the once expensive machine, it was now nothing more than a nest for spiders and rats, but it wouldn't make ice cream.

So the idea had to be discarded and the kids were satisfied with lukewarm sliced watermelon and medium-cold water, which they took with them into the huts.

,,We'll wait outside in case you need us!” Jason had shouted, but by then they had already slammed the door in his face, leaving the two adults outside together alone.

It wasn't the first time that they had found themselves alone together out here; there were far too many days when the teenagers wanted to stay together as a group.

The two 'groups' rarely interacted, and when they did, it was only for dinner.

Which is why, especially in the last few days when the sun was particularly strong, the teenagers separated from the adults. Her gaze fell on him again, that confused, sweet expression on his face as he didn't quite know what to do.

Go inside and cool down?

Or follow the rules and just stay outside with her?

She took the question out of his hands as she disappeared towards the cabin ,,Whatever you do now, Jason, I'm going to get a towel and go for a swim!” she called to him before going up the wooden stairs to change in the cabin and get a few things.

The sun was shining down on the camp and the nearby lake, a large natural pool where, if you were lucky, you could catch a few small fish. But that wasn't why she was here.

Instead, she laid a towel on the wooden dock, put her things next to it, and took off her shorts and T-shirt to jump into the lake in her bikini.

The cool water was a welcome relief on her heated skin, letting herself glide like a starfish or pulling through the water like a frog was so much better than staying in the stuffy hut, the fans were just like everything else here and all that would happen is hot air.

She didn't see the person she had been watching for minutes, didn't see Jason walking along the meadow and the dock, watching her every swim and drift on the water.

How he tried not to look too obviously at her breasts or ass whenever she let herself drift or turned around, the light material of the fabric hiding her most intimate parts, and yet she was the most beautiful mermaid he had ever seen.

Not wanting to come across as a creepy horror movie character, he approached the dock a little closer and sat down next to her things. He tried to close his eyes and enjoy the sun, but his light eyes kept going back to her until she said, ,,Jason! So you took the right path,” and came back to the dock.

A few little moves of the cute frog until she came to him on the footbridge and sat down next to him, put her body on the towel and dried herself a little with it, ,,Yes-Yes, it seems so,” he replied, looking over the lake, into the distorted reflection, and saw her.

It was like being in a hall of mirrors where you saw everything about yourself, but not the real you, because you seemed to lose yourself in it too much.

The rustling of the towel drying and the soft sound of the drops dripping onto the wooden walkway was almost mechanical. ,,So quiet today? Hmmm, no lecture about insects or camp rules?” her question sounded almost disappointed as she lay down on the towel and enjoyed the sun a little.

Jason saw how the sun almost made the water droplets on her hat glisten, pretty, peaceful and definitely soft and warm. He was sure that she was warm and soft too; someone nice and pretty just had to be.

She was always too cheerful, didn't treat him like a weird settler like almost everyone else, and she had a good connection with the teenagers.

The minutes passed by but soon he saw her move again and reach into the small bag for the sunscreen. The tube showed orange and sun, not quite the picture she had here, but enough,

,,Jason darling... would you put sun cream on my back, please?” she asked, holding out the bottle to him.

A question that almost made him choke on his own spit, his hands on her, he would touch her, hold her and, above all, feel her.

The question was such a simple request, but his heart beat much too fast for it, ,,Sure! Sure, I'd love to... I'll do it,” he said hastily and much too loudly as he took the bottle and saw her unfasten the string of her bikini and lie back on the towel.

She closed her eyes and waited for him to touch her.

The click of the opening cap seemed like a bang, he tried to let the cool white cream flow into his hands, concentrating on her and not on his thoughts.

Thoughts that invaded his fantasies, fantasies that haunted him in his sleep or when daydreaming. ,,I-I'm starting,” he forced out, his throat much too dry and he almost flinched when she merely sighed a satisfied sound as his hands touched her back.

He suppressed a joyful thrill when he realized how soft and warm she was, how easily he could glide over her skin with the cream providing some relief.

He pampered the skin and the muscles underneath with a much-needed massage to better distribute the cream.

He thought he felt her heartbeat, calm and happy whenever he ran his hands over her shoulders, his cheeks burning as he ran further down and lightly touched her hip, only to quickly move back up again.

The thought of simply grabbing her like that was clear, but this 'dominance' was always transformed into his own submission.

He was not one of those soccer or sports fanatics who knew what they were doing; he was a nervous, friendly young man whose interests were perhaps a little unusual, but his love and lust were as normal as anyone else's.

But she, she seemed like a goddess he would have done anything to touch her and now he did it, massaged her and received a few gentle, pleasant sounds... a dream come true.

A dream that lasted only a few minutes but a dream he would store forever, or at least until tonight when he disappeared into the shower alone to get relief.

But all good things come to an end and when he had covered her entire back with cream, he said, ,,I'm done” and she uttered a moaning, ,,Thank you, Jason,” and gave him a grateful glance before dozing off again, seemingly at peace.

He would have stayed with her if he hadn't felt a slight twinge in his groin and didn't even have to look down to see what was happening to the bulge in his trousers.

More panicked than aroused, he fumbled around a bit nervously before just shouting, ,,I'm cooling down!” and jumping into the lake with his clothes on, the last thing he wanted was for her to think of him as a creepy loser just because he had touched a woman.

But when the water surrounded him, pleasantly cooling him, he didn't see the knowing smile that appeared on her lips as she looked at the merman, hoping that he would also let her get close to him.

The sun always had something good to offer, besides warmth and beauty, it especially brought people together.

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@imyprice , @alonsotrick , @xxxibgdrgons , @yearsbecomingcool , @starry-night-lover1 , @bruhlpng , @simonsrealwife , @myromanempire81

[wlwsoccerfics]

Didn't expect that! (Arsenal WomenXCatleyReader)

Summary: you are nowhere to be found on the Arsenal training grounds. Your mom is worried. you are not the only one missing though...

Steph, your Mom walked into the changing room, looking around. "Has anyone seen y/n?" She asked.

"No, last time i saw her was at lunch!" Kyra replied. Everyone agreed that this was the last time they have seen you.

"Willa might know more." Caitlin replied.

Katie and Caitlin looked around for their daughter Willa because the two of are like best Friends. Only for them to notice that she was gone as well.

"okay this Is weird! She isn't here either!" Katie answered.

Kyra texted you & Willa.

"i texted them. Maybe they will reply." Kyra stated.

"how did we manage to lose both Arsenal Babies?" Leah asked.

"i have no idea! But drills start in 10 minutes so we better go find them!" Caitlin replied. Steph was worried right now since it was your first Training back after you were out for a week due to a concussion.

"yes let's find them. I Hope y/n is okay. What If she had a dizzy spell? Could be a late aftermath of her concussion!" Steph told the team.

"let's not think about that right now! I am sure both of them are okay!" Lia replied.

They were in the middle of forming groups and talking about which group was gonna Look in which area of the Training grounds. Before they could even start searching Reneé walked in with Y/n & Willa. Both of them were blushing like crazy and wearing the other ones Training top. Which was visible due to Willa sporting y/n's number on the from and vice versa.

"i assume you guys are looking for these two." The Arsenal Coach said y she couldn't help but smile slightly.

The Team stared at them.

"Baby McFoord is making out with my sister!" Kyra answered in shock. Everyone else was staring at the two youngest Team members. The two were 16 years old.

"y/n Lilith Catley! Where have you been? And why are you and Willa wearing eachothers clothes?" Steph wanted to know. Not that she couldn't put two and two together hut she wanted to hear it from you.

You were trying your best to avoid eye contact with everyone but especially your mom. Before you could say anything Caitlin spoke up.

"i can't believe you two are wandering off to...do whatever this Is!" She said and sighed softly.

"what even is this?" Katie wanted to know.

"we are a couple!" Willa explained.

"it's true. We have been together for six months!" You admitted.

"and your hormones are all over the place so the two of you made out at work..." Katie stated.

"i think we need to talk about boundaries with you girls!" Steph told you.

"Like no closed doors during sleepovers for example!" Caitlin answered and sighed softly.

Beth looked at the three moms.

"maybe you Guys Talk to your daughters about that after practice!" She suggested. Lia nodded her head in agreement.

"i agree with Beth. The poor girls don't need their entire business Out in the Open to the entire Team! They are allowed some privacy!" Lia answered. You and Willa both looked at them. Silently mouthing 'thank you' at the two.

"okay..let's do some drills, Girls!" Reneé said, she was still standing in the doorway. "After Training the parenting can continue!" She told the team.

Drills were a good distraction and you really enjoyed doing them. You always liked drills but especially now because you could avoid talking to your mom about all the new rules and about Willa. This was probably gonna be worse then the sex talk your Mom gave you when you were 14 years old.

A few hours later you were Home, sitting on the couch. Your mom sitting next to you. Her hand on your knee.

"y/n, i am happy that you found someone you care about so deeply, but i don't want you to sneak around with her behind my back." She told you.

Kyra walked over and sat down as well.

"we are so disappointed in you!" She told you, grinning softly. She tried to take the piss out of you and you knew it.

"funny!" You replied and jumped up from the couch wanting to jump on her.

"y/n! Kyra! Stop!" Your mom answered. You and Kyra often act like siblings. She often stayed over, like she did today.

It took a while before you continued the talk. You promised Steph not to sneak around with Willa anymore & that there would be no sleepover without supervision anymore. Which meant no closed doors. You agreed on the rules. Cause it wasn't like you had a choice.

The next day before Training was interesting. Cause you were sitting in one of the conference rooms with your Mom, Caitlin, Katie & Willa. Having the talk again.

"so we agree on the rules?" Katie asked. You looked at Willa. Biting down on your bottom lip. It wasn't like you had much of a say there.

"uh you guys don't leave us much of a choice!.it's not what we want!" Willa answered with a sigh escaping her lips.

Caitlin gave her daughter a look that was filled with surprise because Willa barely spoke up. Which sure was unexpected given that she was Katies daughter. Katie always stood up for herself and the team.

"so what do you want?" Caitlin wanted to know.

"freedom! We don't want you Guys to watch us like Hawks! It's not like we can get pregnant or anything! We are very Safe with our bodies and minds! We just want to have a normal relationship. Like Teenagers have! Our Jobs are already quite unique! So at least let us have a normal relationship. Let us be Teenagers! Let us make mistakes!" You finshed off your rant.

Your mom looked really impressed, so did Katie and Caitlin. And Willa looked really proud of you.

"fine. but please be careful! Don't do anything risky!" Caitlin replied.

"don't get arrested for example! It's what she means!" Steph said and sighed softly. "I hate seeing my Baby so grown Up! It's hard for me!" Your mom admitted.

"i will always be your Baby, Mom. No matter what!" You let her know and got up to hug her. She hugged you back. You talked a little more before getting ready for practice.

[mommybard]

You know, this is why people don't like you damn heroes.

Breaking into my castle at this ungodly hour. Did no one teach you how to send a letter requesting an audience? Or how to tell time? Or even how to simply knock? Nooo, instead you have to kick down the door and start shouting demands, interrupting my night. Shame too, I was going to see if I could hilt that little royal tonight.

Now then, what are you on about? Surrender? To you? Oh, that's just too precious. Let me guess, you heard all those fairy tales about the valiant knight who goes on a quest to save the royal captured by the monstrous villain. All the fables about the heroes vanquishing evil, single handedly saving kingdoms, restoring the crown to its rightful owner!

I mean, don't get me wrong. When you're young, those stories are fun and inspiring. But as you get older...well, other stories start to pique your interest more.

The brave villager rushing to the woods to save the town from the monster who lives there, just to be hunted for sport and broken by its knot. The knight who fights valiantly for their royals honor, but gets captured by the enemy and turned into their breeding bitch. The hero who rushes into the villain's castle at an unreasonable hour and...well, we're in the middle of that one~

Little knight, let me tell you how this is going to go. You have three options before you, that I am quite graciously allowing you. You can turn around and leave this castle. Knowing, of course, that you failed your quest but you get to keep your sanity and body in tact!

You can try to fight me. Cant say I'd recommend that one after seeing you though. So small next to me...really I swear I could lift you and pin you to the wall with one hand. You might be quick enough to get a few good slashes in, sure. But we both know you're going to end up overpowered, panting for breath, on your knees before me with your own blade pressed against your neck.

Can't say I'll be very merciful at that point. The things I'd have to do to you as punishment for daring to lift your blade against me. Though...mmm, could be fun.

Watching you struggling to fight back as I lift you by your throat and tear away your armor. Seeing just how long that defiant look in your eye remains when I'm dragging my blade down your body and cutting off your clothing beneath. Those vicious snarls of yours turning into panicked whimpers and pleas for mercy when I slam my cock down against your stomach so you can see just how deep inside you it'll go.

And it will fit sweetie, don't you worry about that. No matter how long I have to train your body, no matter how rough or vicious I need to be. I WILL make sure you take each and every inch of it, until your holes are perfectly reshaped to handle it. Even if I have to use your pathetic tears as lube to help me out~

Then, of course, there is your third option. You toss your sword away. You fall to your knees. And you surrender to me~

I do mean fully surrender by the way. Your body. Your mind. Your soul. All mine from that point. To do with as I please.

For example, rewriting your thoughts, erasing any stray ideas of rebelling or escaping and instead replacing them with happier ones. Like how good it would feel to have my cock draped over your face, still slick from the royal's holes, getting to drown in the scent and taste. Correcting any feelings of worry or concern for what your life was like before with utter and complete devotion to your new ruler~

Reshaping your body as I see fit. Giving you proper breeding hips, perfectly to squeeze and hold as I drag you up and down my shaft, using you like an oversized fleshlight. Forcing your sex drive up while taking away your ability to cum, just to see how long you'll try to masturbate before begging me for help. Playing with your shape to find something that perfectly suits that inner slut trapped deep down inside.

Well then, "hero", what choice are you gonna go with~?

[anonymousewrites]

Lavender for Royalty; Sage for Wisdom (Book 1) Chapter Seventeen

Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Chapter Seventeen: Hyacinth for Game

Summary: The Football Club and the Host Club take on one another in the game for the main salon for the club expo.

            “A record-number of participants and a cross-campus race,” said (Y/N), looking at the flyer about the competition. “Very different from last year.”

            “Indeed,” said Kyoya.

            “How can I help you win?” said (Y/N). “You must have a plan.”

            Kyoya smirked. “I do indeed.” He looked at the rest of the Host Club as they did pointless exercises. “But it requires them to cease this wasteful effort.” He glanced at them. “You just need to keep your wits about you, and I trust you can.” They had a good head on their shoulders.

            “I thought they’d all be fine athletes,” said Haruhi.

            “We are,” said the twins. “Just not on the level of the Football Club. What about you?”

            “Haruhi’s junior high records show that she takes over eleven seconds for a fifty-meter sprint,” said Kyoya.

            “…I’m not good at sports,” said Haruhi.

            “That’s okay!” cheered the hosts. “Being a slow-poke is cute!”

            “Alright! Now for the uniform,” said Tamaki. “We have yet to select the club’s outfit for the school competition!”

            “Yeah, that’s important,” said Kaoru and Hikaru, nodding.

            “Haruhi, how is the search for the perpetrator coming along?” said Kyoya calmly.

            “At first Kuze seemed fishy, but he seems to want to openly confront the Host Club,” said Haruhi. “That means there may be someone else who wants to see Kuze falsely accused. Maybe there’s a simple solution. If we investigate the people around Kuze…What I don’t understand is the meaning of the blank letters.”

            “Haruhi, sometimes things that appear complicated turn out to be unexpectedly simple, and vice versa,” said Kyoya. “And even if you have a lot of threads in hand, that does not necessarily mean you have to tie them all together, right?”

            “…Huh?” Kyoya was being obtuse as ever, and Haruhi sighed.

            “No matter. Just focus on our job,” said Kyoya. “You know the consequences…”

            “Yeah, yeah,” said Haruhi, shivering. Her debt would double.

            (Y/N) leaned on the back of Kyoya’s chair as Haruhi walked away. “You know more than you’re saying.”

            “Do I?” said Kyoya.

            “Yes,” said (Y/N) confidently. They looked down at him. “The citrus smell…It could be perfume, couldn’t it?”

            “Perhaps,” said Kyoya.

            “Aha,” said (Y/N). They had the connection, then. “So, how can I help you?”

            Kyoya pulled a thick stack of papers from his bag. “Memorize these blueprints for the school.”

            “Alright,” said (Y/N), taking them. They smiled at Kyoya. “Let’s win.”

            “You’ve got quite a bit of spirit this year,” said Kyoya.

            “Kuze annoys me,” said (Y/N). “So, let’s have a third son and a commoner beat him, shall we?”

            Kyoya smirked. “We shall.” Kuze had stepped over a line. He had insulted Kyoya and (Y/N). He would pay for it in his loss.

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            The day of the race arrived. Due to the sudden competition between the Football Club and the Host Club, more clubs had joined in excitement. 132 people were vying for the win now. However, the onlookers knew that the only real battle was between the Host Club and the Football Club. Indeed, even as they stood apart and staring at one another—one in a more traditional outfit and the other in jerseys—the energy was palpable.

            Mitsuyama cleared her throat and stepped up the microphone. “Let me explain how the race works. You’re to follow the prescribed route and answer the questions at designated sites in each building—East, West, South, and North. If any team member passes, so does their group. If not, the team is eliminated. The group that successfully clears all sites will be given five clues. In the finals, participants must use those clues to seek out a particular location. The group that claims the hidden crown shall win use of the Central Salon. Any questions? No? Very well then…”

            The starting gun went off with a bang.

            “Let the race begin!” said the broadcast club, the announcers.

            The Host Club ran forward to the tables with buzzers, and an announcer grinned, ready with the first trivia question.

            “First is the Reflex Quiz! What is the name of the fairy king who appears in Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream?”

            The Football Club hit the buzzer first and shouted, “Oberon!”

            “Correct answer!” said the announcer. “Please ascend the slippery slope behind me and proceed to the next site!”

            “Interesting,” said Kyoya. “They mean to eliminate a large number of participants early on.”

            Indeed, a lot of people were slipping, and the Football Club was making slow progress. Fortunately, that gave the Host Club a chance to answer a trivia question to move on.

            “Who is the author of the British novel The Murder of Roger Ackroyd?”

            Buzz! “Agatha Christie,” said (Y/N), and Tamaki immediately ran for the slippery slope.

            “Ah! They even know more modern British authors! They’re so talented! So cultured!” screamed the host club fans. “And look at Tamaki go!”

            “The Host Club is advancing,” announced the broadcast club.

            No sooner had they spoken, though, that Tamaki slipped and face-planted on the incline.

            “But he slipped!”

            Kaoru and Hikaru jumped on his back to get farther up.

            “The Hitachiin brothers are stepping on him! What an incredible strategy for the Chairman’s son to sacrifice his body!”

            “Who says it’s a strategy?!” cried Tamaki indignantly.

            “Tarumi of the Football Club passes by easily,” said the announcer as Kaoru and Hikaru slipped. “The Football Club starts off in the lead! Close behind are the Gymnastics Club and the Wandervogel Club. Could it be? Will the Host Club be eliminated so soon?!”

            “No,” said Kyoya, smirking.

            Honey ran forward and jumped. He landed on Mori’s hands, and Mori boosted him into the air. He landed easily at the top of the incline without having to step foot on it once.

            “It’s a miraculous show of teamwork between Morinozuka and Haninozuka!”

            The fans screamed with joy.

            “The Host Club passed the first site!”

            Mori smiled slightly.

            The next sites went just as smoothly, if not more so. The second site was a math quiz couple with a hundred chin-ups. Kyoya and (Y/N) had the quiz down while Mori handled the chin-ups. The third site was a memorization quiz that (Y/N) and Haruhi worked through while Tamaki did a tightrope-walking activity. The fourth game was “concentration and free throws,” which apparently meant matching art and painters and then making basketball shots. Hikaru and Kaoru seamlessly completed both activities in quick succession.

            However, as easily as they finished all the sites, so did the Football Club. They were neck and neck.

            “All clear!” said the announcer. “The Host Club finished at the same time as the Football Club. Will the other groups follow? As expected, it looks like the two clubs who sparked the race will move on to challenge each other in the final round! Which club will seize the crown?!”

            The Host Club looked at the five listed clues.

BoH Go up and sink Tenjiku KCN Between the Holy Mother and Angel

            “Does ‘BoH’ mean there’s supposed to be a word inside the square?” said Hikaru.

            “I bet it’s ‘west,’ as in ‘bust, waist, and hip,’ ” said Kaoru. His mother’s influence was clear (she was a designer, after all).

            “ ‘Go up and sink?’ ” said Haruhi. “The sun? It comes up and sinks every day.”

            “ ‘Tenjiku,’ ” said Kyoya. “That’s India. It’s also the destination of the party in Journey to the West.”

            “KCN could be Potassium Cyanide. It smells like almonds, which come from West India,” said (Y/N). “That could be a connection…” They weren’t convinced yet, though.

            “Three of the five clues are related to ‘West,’ ” said Tamaki. “Assuming one of them points to the ‘sun…’ that means the destination is the West Gym—where the Third Years are holding their event for the festival! Sunset Venice!”

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            (Y/N) looked around themself. They hadn’t expected to change costumes into that of a venetian carnival outfit, but such were the antics of the Host Club. So, as they floated on a gondola across the giant gym (recreating Venice was quite something), (Y/N) just leaned back.

            “A sweet, fragrant sea breeze,” said Tamaki. “A scarlet sunset that burns the heart. How mysterious. Until a moment ago, I thought we were under the sunny autumn sky of Japan. Look, Haruhi. The gentle water flowing in this canal. This grand atmosphere is just like hwo I feel about you—”

            Tock.

            “Dead end,” announced the twins.

            “It’s a one-way street, we have to go back,” said Honey.

            “So then Tamaki’s feelings for Haruhi are a ‘one way street with a dead end?’ ” said Kyoya.

            “Oh, dear, poor Tamaki,” said (Y/N), shaking their head.

            “That’s not it! I said ‘gentle and grand!’ ” cried Tamaki. “The scene was only a metaphor for the in a princely character scene!”

            “Ah, so your feelings are just an act,” said (Y/N).

            “No!” whined Tamaki.

            (Y/N) chuckled, and Kyoya smirked.

            “Guys, can we focus on the race? The Football Club is way ahead,” said Haruhi, sighing.

            “Oh, no, this is bad!” cried Tamaki. “Row! Row fast!”

            Mori was way ahead of him and propelled them forward.

            “Suoh! Catch!” Kuze taunted Tamaki and threw an orange towards him.

            Tamaki leaned out to catch it, but (Y/N) pulled a punting pole from the water and knocked the orange aside. Tamaki pouted, and (Y/N) shook their head.

            “He’s trying distracting us,” said (Y/N). “Do you want to lose?”

            “No!” declared Tamaki.

            “But where exactly are we heading?” said Haruhi. “We can’t look for the crown blindly in a large area like this. We need to figure out that last clue. What does ‘Between the Holy Mother and Angel’ mean?”

            “She’s never been to Italy…” said the twins, Honey, and Tamaki sadly.

            “Will you stop that ‘feeling sorry for the deprived commoner’ attitude?” said Haruhi, rolling her eyes.

            “Listen, Haruhi, even if it’s done on a much smaller scale, several famous locations in Venice have been erected in the gym,” said Tamaki. “For example, Palazzo Dario. San Marco. Ducale. And, most importantly, Sant’Angelo and Santa Maria della Salute.”

            “Oh!” said Haruhi.

            “It looks like the Football Club is heading for the same place,” said Kaoru.

            “Yeah, let’s hurry. The crown is probably sitting between the two spots in the gym. That’ll be Academia Bridge,” said Hikaru.

            “Mori, onwards!” declared Tamaki.

            “By the way, Haruhi, I hear you mentioned to Tamaki you think there are two perpetrators behind the letters?” said Kyoya. “Do you have any suspects?”

            “Yes, I think the one who sent the newspaper cutouts is Kanan Mitsuyama, the Student Council Secretary,” said Haruhi.

            Kyoya and (Y/N) glanced at each other as Haruhi continued.

            “Kuze has said he has a connection to the Student Council. I believe he asked Mitsuyama for help,” explained Haruhi. “He convinced the Student Council to withdraw from the race to make it more advantageous for the Football Club. From what I saw of them interacting yesterday, she doesn’t seem to be cooperating willingly.”

            (Y/N) saw a tiny smirk on Kyoya’s face, and they tilted their head. Hm.

            “I think Mitsuyama might be in a position where she can’t act against Kuze,” said Haruhi. “Though she may be obeying his orders, she may have a grudge against him. And that would explain why she might have conspired to prevent Kuze from realizing his absolute goal—a face-off with the Host Club.”

            “A very bold theory,” said Kyoya with an expression that (Y/N) knew from experience was a bit of amusement. “But is there any basis for her grudge?”

            “I did some research on the library computer yesterday,” said Haruhi. “Mitsuyama’s family holds the second biggest market share in Japan for imported produce. In other words, they’re direct competitors. But their business dropped last year, and rumor has it that the Kuze family is talking to them about some merger deals.”

            “You mean he’s manipulating Miss Mitsuyama using a deal that would rescue her family’s business?” said Hikaru.

            “For a gentleman, a deed like that is unforgivable!” said Tamaki. “We cannot let this stand. Everyone, take an oar! Whatever it takes, we must reach Accademia Bridge before the Football Club! For the sake of Miss Mitsuyama’s misery, the Host Club must win!”

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            “…” The entirety of the Football Club and Host Club stared at the “Restricted Area” sign of the (under construction) Accademia Bridge. They had all been wrong about the clues.

            “Oh, no! It’s still being built,” said Honey. “Well…After all, it’s not to open for two days.”

            “This is your class, Honey!” cried Tamaki. “You should know the status of the project!”

            Mori shrugged.

            “But we’re not in charge of this section,” said Honey. “I’m doing a pastry shop.”

            “President! It’s not your fault, President! Here! Oranges have an rousing effect on the mind!”

            Kuze—also in Class 3-A—had forgotten about this area being under construction as well and felt extremely stupid.

            (Y/N) put a hand to their chin and looked around. If this isn’t the place…then where is it? It’s definitely here in the West. There’s no doubt there. So what— (Y/N) straightened. KCN and “Go up and sink.” The blueprints Kyoya had me memorize. Alkaline is in pool’s, and there’s a pool we can sink into on the roof of a building in the West. (Y/N) looked at Kyoya. Had he known…?

            Kyoya saw their knowing look and nodded. He smirked and waved them off. (Y/N) grinned, tore off their Carnivale costume, and raced for the next building.

            A few moments later, they heard the announcer saying people were giving chase, and (Y/N) forced themself onwards and upwards until they reached the roof. There, sitting on a throne between statues of an angel and Mother Mary, was a crown.

            “Get to the crown!” shouted Kyoya.

            From below on the stairs, he and the hosts were pushing the Football Club as they all jostled to get to the top. Kuze broke through, and (Y/N) ran for the crown. A broadcast team and Mitsuyama were already there and watched with wide eyes as (Y/N) and Kuze lunged for the crown.

            “Takeshi!” cried Mitsuyama.

            “(Y/N)!” shouted Tamaki.

            “It’s—” the announcer’s eyes widened.

            (Y/N) threw their hand up with the crown clutched in it and a giant grin on their face.

            “It’s over!” shouted the announcer. “(Y/N) (L/N) has claimed the crown! The Host Club wins!”

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[ouran1a]

sucking Jerry off while he whines and whimpers his way through explaining dnd to me but he just ends up yanking my head up and down his cock HEHEHAHSHHAHAHA

rating: R for slutty ass blowjob scene

also i wrote the words “dick and balls” and immediately thought of the south park ‘dickin balls’ or wtv and bursted out laughing at work <3

“a-and so the…uh-ngh-“

Jerry felt like he was going fucking insane. his face was too hot, his hands were embarrassingly clammy, gut churning, throat burning as he forced down his pathetic little mewls and whines, it was too much.

you were too much.

you’d called him up a few hours ago begging him to show you how to create your Dungeons and Dragons character since Bill was being, in your words, “a goddamned fart-sucker”, and being the good friend he was, he agreed to help. Jerry thought of himself as the most normal around chicks, he was a nervous wreck, sure, but he didn’t insult them like Bill or stare like Josh or perv on them (outwardly) like Pete, he held normal conversations and exchanged greetings, just an average dude having average interactions with average females.

but this wasn’t average, there wasn’t a fucking average way to suck your friend’s dick, there wasn’t an average way to claw down his stomach and hips and thighs and leave angry red lines, not a fucking thing was average about the look you were giving him or the soft ‘gluck! gluck! gluck!’ noises that made his head spin. Jerry’s mouth fell open, slack-jawed as he gently, almost nervously, cradled your face, bony fingers starting to pull you in deeper as his bonier hips twitched and jumped your face.

god, he’d felt like such a fucking pervert when your first got here, sweats hung low and loose on your hips, that tiny little sliver of your tummy and your tits practically hanging out of your stupidly slutty take top, Jerry had so selfishly wanted to rip it off you and slam you down onto his bed, muffling your moans with his Totoro plushy you’d gotten him while nose deep in your puffy cunt. Instead, however, he’d simply smiled sweetly like he always did, hand up in Vulcan salute while you both plopped down on his bed—

“fuck—“ Jerry rasped when you slid your head back to his tip and prodded at his dick hole with your tongue. A long, pathetically whiny groan slipped from his wobbly lips as you slid right back down, trying to force himself to meet your intense stare. You’d been looking at him like that all fucking night, pupils blown wide and smile downright evil. he felt his dick twitch as one of your soft hands came up to cradle his balls, “o-oh my fucking god—“ he cringed at the sound of his voice; raw and needy.

you smiled and pulled off his cock with a dull ‘pop!’, laughing as he strained to not yank your pretty face back down and suffocate you agaisnt the mess of blonde pubes he sported, “you never finished your sentence, Jer,” oh, fuck right off. Jerry felt a hot flash of annoyance thrum alongside the aching pleasure shooting down his spine at the shit-eating grin plastered on those spit-shiny lips, his big hands clenched in your hair, two messy handfuls of your locks between his fingers, “c-can’t r’member,” he huffed. he watched you laughed again at his pouty face and yanked your face back down to his crotch, “…please— fuck I-I’m so close babe,” he let the pet name slip out, a boyish fluttering of his heart following the sound.

you smiled, a warm one this time, and pressed a sweet kiss to the junction of his dick and balls that made his heart and cock tug. your soft hands stroked him slowly, a tight fist giving him just enough pressure to feel the breathe get knocked outta him when you paired it with sucking and kissing his balls. Jerry felt his gut twist, his muscles clenched and he doubled over you, hands cradling your head as close to his cock as he could, “o-oh— shit- fuck- f-fuck shit—“ he rambled, thighs quivering when you wrapped those lips around his tip again and sucked hard.

Jerry’s hips pumped up and down, dragging his cock in and out of your head while he held you steady by the hair, gathering up your silky locks in one hand while the other wrapped around your neck. he moaned louder when his thumb pressed down and he felt his dick sliding down, felt your throat tense and go lax as you got used to his quick tempo. Jerry’s hands both flexed as he got closer, choking you just a bit and pulling your hair just a smidge too tight, “I-I’monna c-shit! O-ohmyfuckinggod I’m gonna cum- r-right down your fucking throat,”

you got no other warning when both hands yanked you down to the very base of his cock, nose smushed against his pelvis while his spunk shot out and flooded your throat. Jerry was unabashed at this point, loud moans and throaty sighs as he held you in place, his entire body shaking while his cock shot spurt after spurt out. you gagged on the suffocating feeling and he gasped softly, eyes rolling back at the feeling and hips grinding into your face.

he was so lost in the pleasure that it took you slapping his sensitive hips covered in your nails marks before he slowly slid your head off his dick. you swallowed what you could, gasping and coughing as he just sat above you, staring down with what you can only describe as ‘awestruck’ while you struggled to catch your breathe.

after a few second of silence, both of you heaving and gasping for air, he spoke up first,

“…you’d uh.. you’d probably work best as a mage.”

[afantasyoffiction]

buddie fic recs, pt 2

yall i hit 250 posts a few days ago so here's the Updated Version of my first post! aka ive read and posted a fuckton of buddie content since then :)

also i still don't tend to read long novel length fics very often so all are under 100k (most aus being 50-100k), and most oneshots are 5-10k words

best aus

racing with the brakes cut by letmetellyluaboutmyfeels. holy shit holy SHIT this one was good. altered my brain chemistry good. fast and furious au that sounds like it should be unexpected but honestly is more in character than canon

friends don't mean nothing to me (its us) by Kwills91. buddie becomes friends before eddie becomes a firefighter, and its just done ugh so well it was so brilliant. like seriously spamming my friend's texts brilliant keep chortling to myself abt it brilliant just ugh so good

but i can see all along, love (it was you all the way down) by diazchristopher. time loop buck pov where he thinks he doesn't love eddie back and its goddamn delightful ok

your fingerprints smeared on my heart (lead my back to you) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels. oh god oh GODS this one WRECKED ME. 1800s buddie soulmate au with modern buddie as well jfc i WENT INSANE. yep ive posted abt this one already and i probably will again jfcccccc

when the universe screams by bucksbelly. omfg girl dad buck au? njwnasjdbvjhlsdfbfjh good lord this one was AMAZING go read it go read it right now

our secret moments in a crowded room (they've got no idea about me and you) by allstarsneptune. jfc im only human ok u give me sports players taylor swift themed au and i EAT THAT SHIT UP this was brilliant and even made me tolerate a few baseball references

canon compliant (ish) feelings realisations/first kiss

to build a nest (to build a home) by Kwills91. (yes ive been slowly working thru this writer's entire ao3 archive and yes theyre all brilliant, so im only putting a few on here. go read them all). this one made me fucking cry (for totally unimportant reasons don't think abt why shush) its so sweet go forth and enjoy

the ebb of your tide by twobirdsonestone. firefighter convention in indeannopolis (how tf do i spell that) = only one bed! super fun super cutesy

call me hot and pretty by anon. honestly conceptually i thought this would be kinda cringe and it fully wasn't i was so along for the ride

short n sweet (can you tell its my favourite kind)

inappropriate use of federal funding by spotsandsocks. this one is so...teehee teehee very fun

last and forever by kwills91, post s8 ep 6 which is super cute

what would you prefer i call you by kwills91 (seriously go look them up already). buddie first fight but its adorable

sounding like the rest of my life by coupe_de_foudre. another fic where everyone knows buddie is married but buddie

friends don't by disasterbuck. so silly so fun so real honestly

an inch away from more than just friends by ummrys. if you too want sapphic buddie smut go forth and enjoy and yes it will make you gayer

anything to make you stay by intellectual_applesauce. teehee bc eddie notices something about green shirts...

angsty and happy ending

stay with me (you're all i need) by accio magic. yep i reread this one and yep im recommending it again they COOKED ok they COOKED

leave the light on (ill be coming home) by HMSlusitania. i could not for the life of me remember if id read this one or not before so i just read it again and it was just as good it was soooo sooo good.

that is by no means all of the wonderful fics ive read but it is the extent im willing to go through my ao3 history. pls also check out the original post which has plenty more! ur all welcome (its a mess of an ao3 history guys this post has taken me ages)

also i should maybe self plug? ive got two random eddie pov oneshots up under the same username but ill do a new post when i start posting my big hiatus fix it fic!

[flapmemelord]

THANK you @onelastskip for that suggestion.............. might be a little late but.... here's why I think ESFP fits Elio to a T (and I can't wait to see how his shortcomings get explored especially in regards to functions...) (it delves with a few hcs, but addresses spring semester and stuff adressed in blank-house asks)

SO !!! ESFP (Se-Fi-Te-Ni) Elio right? Dominant Se makes a lot of sense for Elio. Se is all about getting sensory enjoyment out of life. He likes expressing himself through his physicality (and is good at it), sports in part but not only. He's known for participating in more than a few events thrown by the SGB (to the point of having a nickname because of his infamous way of filling out forms / to the point deja said the wall climbing event was for him). Elio is very open to new situations and quick to say yes if invited, an on-the-whim kind of guy and liking it that way. He can come off as a showoff (cue him destroying everyone in bar holding spring festival game and/or challenging high confidence mcs) superficial ("I didn't know people could argue so much about a prize" / he feels like he has to justify himself and tells Deja he has layers when confronted about his music tastes) or comes off as childish (quick to guilttrip if he likes mc enough, pouts) which are traits Se doms are likely to be labeled as. Misuse of Se might include relying too much on immediate feedback and / or external stimulation for satisfaction, being careless with decisions or relationships (which is what I'm working on for Elilo (Elio/Lorelei)) It can also mean having no focus or defined goals (lack / misuse of Ni) which lead to insecurity (which i could see being explored on the meager chance Elio is the breakup route and he goes back home)

I believe Ni (intuitive connections, reflection on meaning and implications, generating visions of the future...) grip in Elio shows up in how clingy he is, probably as a consequence of some form of paranoia (misuse of Ni) (Bottom stack functions tend to be used as defense mechanisms) (Ni grip might come off as the person acting out of character, in here, him being so suddenly hit by a lack of confidence, and needing to be reassured through that clinginess) The best guess I can do right now is he has issues around emotional permanence, but it's a shot in the dark. Well, at least Ni grip in Se doms can show up as looking for meaning and/or purpose but in the wrong places.

Elio is shown as someone that will avoid confrontation and is described as one who holds grievances. There's failure, I feel, from his part to resolve negative feelings which push him to suppress. It looks like a case of Fi failing him. Despite that he's mostly empathetic, sensitive and displays emotional intelligence (has signs of healthy Fi expression) (he's good at calming down a situation where tension arises, cue mc and percy not getting along - and immediatly vouching for him, or easing down the discussion if mc calls him and percy out for getting distracted in the study room event).

Tertiary Te (imposes order and is about efficient behavior, pushes to make effective decisions based on data) loop is what happens when there's Auxiliary Fi resistance. Because Fi is the need for moral integrity and self acceptance, immature ExFPs can use Te to distance from it. It can show up as burying negative feelings under coarse expressions of power (like Elio did in the breakup!percy comic I made), self-image problems or insecurity (which Elio display). The grievance thing makes me think Elio might show to be quite vindictive which is another sign of Te loop. I personally hc he's the possessive LI, which would align with the fact being territorial / domineering is a common unhealthy tertiary Te trait.

Funnily I think his reading of Reynah can both be read as an expression healthy Fi yet a Te loop tendency. It's both him understanding where people could not like her (getting her flaws, her shortcomings) but it's also him believing critical judgement to be objective. There's the expectation in what he says for Reynah to meet him on his ground (for her to talk) the way Deja does, when that's not necessarily how getting closer to Reynah has to go.

Next I'll make both Percy and Rhys' type analysis since they're both ISTP

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Could you do a part 3 to last christmas where reader starts spending a lot of time with a new guy (maybe a coworker of hers) and then they go on a date and Steve finds out and gets really jealous and then regrets rejecting her and then you can choose how it ends. Thank you!

(some actions may seem ooc but it’s because i’m not focused too much on that for this. it’s more my brain talking as three people)

“why does this new guy need a month of training? it’s ice cream scooping, he can’t be that stupid.” steve grumbled as he counted the till while robin locked the store doors.

“might have something to do with our lovely y/n, their soul has captivated the young man. i mean i see them giggling and being a bit touchy, think they’re both feeling each other.” robin worked on cleaning up the ice cream counter, shutting all the metal tops.

steve’s hands stopped their counting of ones and his face scrunched at his friends words, “no way. he seems awkward as hell, bet he’s secretly a douchebag. dylan the douchebag rings a bell.” mumbling to himself.

robin’s scuff bounced off the walls, “yeah, that baby face of his really gives off that impression. compared to you and him, it’s pretty obvious who was the actual douchebag in their life.”

“come on, you’re supposed to be on my side here.”

“your side of what? a jealousy of y/n turning their attention to someone other guy? news flash sailor, you turned them away.” and steve was momentarily stunned by the harshness in robin’s voice, and the strong furrow of her brows.

steve licked his lips as he locked the register, “i- i know, but i still care about them and their feelings. i don’t want them getting their hopes up… again.”

robin was silent as she worked on stacking up the chairs then blurted, “i wouldn’t worry about that. they’re going on a date next thrusday.”

steve’s legs gave out for a moment, “a date? already?” he had to clear his throat when he heard how pitched it came out, “and- and you’re okay with that? we barely know the dude.”

robin came to your defense, “actually i’ve know dylan for a year, we take band together. and i was the one who put in a good word for him.” she strode her legs so she was standing directly in front of steve, “if i’m supposed to ‘choose sides’, it’s always gonna be theirs. so i’m not really sorry that you feel this way, harrington, but you’ve made your bed time to lie in it.”

-

“he’s gonna take me to benny’s for lunch and then we’re gonna head over to palace arcade for a bit. says he determined to win me a stuffed animal.” fingers tapping atop the back room table, a smile tugging the corners of your lips.

“you gonna beat his ass at black widow?” robin teased. you scoffed, “of course, told him i’m not going easy on any games. and he took the challenge happily.”

“he’s a good sport, doesn’t take anything too seriously.” robin commented just as steve pushed open the swinging doors, “hey robs, i need my fifteen.”

“but you al-“ “robin, please.” steve widened his eyes slight, the break seeming urgent to him. she just rolled her eyes and breezed past him. you didn’t say anything when steve sat across from you and you were planning to make a leave when he spoke up, “going on a date i heard.”

you kisses your teeth, “uh yeah. a chill one, dylan was real nice about it. called it a date then redirected to saying hang out but i stood by calling it a date. he smiled and it made my chest warm, knew i made a good decision.” ducking your head so you could hide your warm cheeks and soft smile, your heart speeding up at the memory.

“listen, y/n, i just- i wanted to…” steve was waving his hands around as he kept speaking then stopping to find his words. you watched him with careful eyes, “as you’re friend i don’t think you should rush into this. you hardly know the guy.”

a slow nod of your heard, “that’s true… but we’re gonna be in public settings if you’re worried about me getting murdered or something. plus i still have my stupid curfew, so it’s more of a lunch date anyway.”

steve rolled his eyes, “no i mean- what did you see in this guy for you to latch onto him so quickly? i mean you’ve had a crush on me for a while, but what’s so special about dylan?” his arms crossed over his chested aggressively with a downward frown.

your brows pitched down, “are- are you fucking jealous? steve you have no right to be jealous or anything like that in this situation, you rejected me. i grieved that pain and now i’ve found someone who’s willing to give me a chance.”

“well maybe i don’t want you to give someone else a chance.” you scoffed at his childish words, “what if i said i want to be that someone?”

you stood from the chair, practically knocking it over in your haste. “fuck you steve. you’re such a fucking asshole.” storming from the ice cream parlor with fire at your heels.