#they even have similar facial expressions

[i-love-zelda-16]

just beat spirit tracks. and oh my goddess, i love this game.

listen to this song while you read this.

my honest thoughts. will be writing Spirit meets the chain. it is obligatory.

holy hylia this game is absolutely incredible. i played this game at one of the most difficult periods of my real life and it brought so much joy to me. who knew that a “silly” little zelda train simulator game could’ve made me so happy.

each area of the world was developed and none of it felt empty whatsoever. i literally never used fast travel/portals because 1. the overworld theme is such a bop, 2. i just love traversing the overworld because it is fun. there are always places to stop, bunnies to catch, and things to do along the way!!

speaking of the overworld theme, the music is my favorite music in the entire series, maybeee tied with skyward sword. nintendo, i am begging you, give my train simulator a full remake with an orchestral soundtrack, this game is incredible and it deserves it.

okay spoilers ahead!! read at your own risk!!

some part of me broke and will forever stay broken when Zelda mentioned Tetra. that’s really when the tears started (although they started much earlier too) and never stopped.

the character development of all the characters is absolutely incredible. Link isn’t just a silent Hero, he’s an engineer and full of funny actions and facial expressions. as much as i like botw Link, these kinds of Links will always have the #1 spot in my heart. Zelda is silly and fun and by no means useless or a damsel in distress whatsoever. in the final battle, she is the one stunning Malladus (with Link’s help). Link would be 100% dead without her. NOT TO MENTION BYRNE, HOLY HYLIA. what the character development; this man is incredible. so is his theme. he literally saved Zelda’s life. he may have saved Hyrule. Anjean, my beloved. Linebeck III, my sweet little bratty guy.

and can we talk about zelink?? they are the cutest. i like them 1000x better in this game than any other i’ve played (i’ve played about 16 games). absolutely adorable relationship, nintendo really got to flesh them out since Zelda is literally link’s companion for the entire game.

the mechanics are also incredible. train maneuvering is easy, but not too easy that i can just sit back and relax while i listen to the bop of an overworld theme, i still have to pay attention. blowing the whistle is so fun. train design and even lore is so peak. during that first segment where you have to sneak Zelda out of the castle, i didn’t even realize until after that it was a tutorial for the Tower of Spirits. think about it. patrolling guards (phantoms), winding corridors, distracting guards, drawing a path for Zelda to follow on the floor, the guards can see Link but not Zelda (reversed in Tower of Spirits, they can see phantom Zelda, but not Link). what an incredible tutorial, didn’t even realize it was one in the first place.

Tower of Spirits was probably the only part of the entire game that i have to criticize, amazing idea, and it was executed fine, but it could’ve been so much better. first of all, each segment was like a dungeon within itself, and i think they could’ve made each one a lot smaller. i was in Tower of Spirits 4 for like 4 hours 😭. probably something similar with Tower of Spirits 6, although i played that over the course of multiple days so it wasn’t as bad. the staircase leading up to each level was absolutely genius, made so much sense lore-wise and it was also just fire as hell.

the connections to Wind Waker absolutely broke me in the best way. Zelda mentioning Tetra as i said before, the stained glass window of Tetra in the castle, Hyrule encyclopedia states that the guards in the castle wear green after Link from Wind Waker, the ancient gold coins having the Triforce on them; the Triforce and Master Sword are irrelevant in this story because they were lost at sea at the end of Wind Waker. this game is not in Hyrule but New Hyrule, a landmass which Wind and Tetra found after the events of Wind Waker and more specifically Phantom Hourglass (which i haven’t played, let me know in the comments if i should!!). so because of these differences, you would think it would be very disconnected from the rest of the timeline. yet somehow, it feels so unbelievably connected in such wonderful ways that make my Zelda lore brain go absolutely insane. i want to scream of joy when i think of what the devs gave us with this game. these connections are exactly what i wanted and what i try to make with Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom, but the devs just refuse to give them to us and it’s annoying as hell. the royal crest of their kingdom does not have the Triforce, but has the symbol of the Spirits of Good because that makes so much sense. everything makes sense in this game and i love it.

the boss fights are fire, especially the final ones. the final sacred duet is so epic and beautiful, seeing everything you’ve worked for, all the Lokomos, it’s unbelievable.

and finally, the post-credit scene. this scene will change based upon what answer you choose to Zelda’s question before you head off for the final fights. she’ll ask, “what do you want to be when all this is over?” or something like that. Link has 3 options: engineer, warrior, or “dunno”. each one of these options will change the final cutscene that plays after the credits. personally, i chose “dunno” because, 1. realistically, how is Link supposed to know what he wants to be yet? he is just a kid, and although he has studied to become an engineer, he has learned of his (debatable? sure, Wind made his own destiny… hmmm…) destiny intertwined with Zelda’s, so he’s a warrior too. which leads me to my second point, 2. he’s an engineer and a warrior. (ARGHH I KEEP TYPING WARRIORS, IT’S ENGRAINED IN MY MUSCLES XD). he doesn’t have to decide, he can be both. but… that’s not an option soooo “dunno” it is.

this game is beautiful beyond words. i’m debating to say whether this game is my favorite or not, but for now, let’s just say it’s tied with Skyward Sword for my favorite. i cannot understand why someone couldn’t see the joy and hilariousness of this game, not mention the absolutely way-too-epic-than-they-have-to-be-but-the-devs-gave-us-this-amazingness-so-i’m-not-gonna-refute cutscenes. like, seriously, the camera angles, facial expressions, everything, it seems like something out of a movie rather than a DS kids train simulator game. this game is one a kind, so freaking special to me, and i will never forget it ever.

may you rest in peace Anjean, Byrne, and the rest of the Lokomos. can’t say the same about you Cole and Malladus.

Spirit will be meeting the Chain soon. stay tuned folks <3

[dearsubong]

su bong vs his younger self ☆ choi su bong

warnings ✧ fluff, comedy ig, crack, swearing, woa unexpected implied smut @ da end

summary ✧ you wake up to the sight of your boyfriend arguing with a younger boy who looks exactly like him.

authors note ✧ i just had to use a younger top photo 😭 sorry for being inactive—just a short oneshot i was working on previously.

yawning softly as your eyes fluttered open from the bright sun peeking through the curtains. you’re surprised that su bong woke up before you, those thoughts disappeared as your nose caught the smell of burnt toast. you sat up before your feet led you to the kitchen, meeting a rather… unusual sight.

there was, of course, your boyfriend but there was also a younger man that looked exactly like him. but there was no purple hair and his facial features looked smooth and soft, unlike su bong. the man— or boy— looked 19 or 20, just stepping into adult hood. your boyfriend was arguing with him.

“fuck off, i know what i’m doing.” su bong mutters, nudging his shoulder against his lookalike’s chest, pushing him away. “no you don’t.” the younger man comments, his voice was just a little higher than your boyfriends. after standing there for a couple seconds, you before speaking up with a cough. “babe?” su bongs head snaps to you, looking back and forth between you and the unknown man that looks like his identical twin. “good morning, babe…” he mumbled. “who is that?” “well… he’s my younger self. i have no idea how he got here, he said he went into the future or some stupid shit.” your mouth turns into an ‘o’ shape before you nod. “i noticed how similar he looks to you.”

his younger self gasped as he took in the sight of you. “y/n? i got with y/n?!” su bong groans and looks to the side, side eyeing him. “she’s even more beautiful than in my time… do you even know how obsessed i am with her? but she keeps pushing me away. i knew I’d get to her. nice, older me.“ the boy flashed your boyfriends distinct smirk. “piss off, i got her, not you.“ su bong’s expression switched to annoyance and possessiveness.

“seriously? you’re me, i’m you. we got her.“

“oh, fuck off.“

“calm it broski.“

su bong side eyed himself, his upper lip looking like it got pulled up by a string on the side. “damn, my vocabulary was cringe back then.“ you laughed softly as he admitted that. “babe, trust me, it still is. all that ’senorita’ shit has been staying with you since day one.“ your purple headed boyfriend pouted. “nah, thats your favourite nickname, senorita. you know it.“ his charming words always got the best of you. “its only because of the way you say it. don’t get too ahead of yourself.“ su bong then raises his a brow. “is that right?” he plants a firm hand on your hip before kissing you sensually, the grip tightening.

“holy fuck, get a room! im not watching my future self kiss my crush.”

“well, guess what?”

“what?”

“she’s my girlfriend, fuckwit.”

“she’s gonna be my girlfriend, assfuck.”

“she’s gonna be my wife, shitface!”

“now you two are just spitting cuss words out of your mouths.” you interrupt. “and i’m gonna be your wife, baby? is this you proposing? i say yes.” they both side eye you like they want to continue. “no.” you replied like you had a language you can understand just by how they look at you. the two of them both groan in synchronisation and you laugh at how it sounded so harmonised. “don’t groan at me. but the way you two did the exact same groan is hysterical.”

“you think im funny, babe?” younger su bong raises his brows up and down flirtatiously.

“she’s my babe.”

“she’s both our babes.”

“mine.” he put his hand around your waist, gripping tight in dominance.

“ours.” younger su bong puts his own hand on the other side of your waist.

“you son of a bitch—mine.”

“well guess what? im you, so you called your own mom a bitch.”

“nah, talking about dad. he’s a bitch. you’re a son of THAT bitch.”

“you’re not wrong, to be honest.”

“okay, okay! just STOP.”

—

scrap those boring paragraphs and boring plot. guess what happened next?

a freaky deaky, sloppy toppy, steamy, wet threesome. ^_^

[nopeferatu]

jake gyllenhaal and tobey maguire look so much alike that when tobey wasn't guaranteed to sign on for spider-man 2, they had announced that jake gyllenhaal was going to replace him for the rest of the franchise. when that didn't end up happening, years later some producers thought it would be a really funny joke to have tobey and jake play brothers in a movie thats literally called 'brothers'

[marzipanandminutiae]

thinking about the infantiliztation and/or formalization of 19th-century women's clothing to modern audiences

like

our entire reference point for "wearing long skirts and outfits with decoration like lace, embroidery, appliques, etc." is either formalwear or fictional characters in children's media like Disney princesses. women's clothing is just so radically different now- not that those elements don't exist, but they're much less common in everyday clothing than they once were. some form of simple trousers and an equally simple top are de rigeur for everyday attire, and anything else is Fancy

combined with the fact- which is true! -that a lot of what survives to end up in big museums belonged to wealthy people, this ends up in wild assumptions like "basically our entire idea of what the Victorians dressed like is just Rich People Clothes really"

which has led to the eternal cry of "but what did NORMAL people wear?!?!?!" that will not be satisfied with real examples of middle or even working-class everyday clothing because it still looks too "fancy" to modern eyes

not Victorian, but a great example of this is what Abby Cox wore to portray a milliner (hatmaker) in Colonial Williamsburg. a working, middle-class woman:

(ignore the facial expression there)

this is the exact outfit she sported in a video that apparently got responses like "but that's just what rich women wore!" and it is, in fact, everyday attire for a working person. a person who worked in the fashion industry, it's true, but still

I had someone ask me about how to find examples of casual Victorian clothing because they were at their wits' end trying to research it. and I had to tell them that...what they were looking at WAS casual. in the sense of Clothing For Everyday Wear That's Not Especially Formal. there's nothing inherently formal, or exclusive to the wealthy, about a matched bodice-and-skirt dress, instep-length, with some trim. or even a trimmed blouse and skirt. obviously women working the absolute hardest outdoor, physical jobs might have adopted occupational trousers or similar, but we don't all dress like construction or farm workers all the time nowadays. why would they have back then?

Laundresses, probably 1850s or early 60s. Note that I can STILL date the picture based on their outfits and hair, and these are the furthest things from wealthy socialites.

Maid scrubbing steps, probably 1870s or 1880s. Note pleated trim on her skirt and what appears to be a peplum at the back of her bodice.

also, not all working women worked physical jobs any more than we do today. here is a teacher around the turn of the 20th century:

Teachers, 1887

"Breton Seamstresses," 1845, by Jules Trayer

were there differences in quality, type and quantity of trim, fit, etc? obviously. but some people are convinced that the basic outfit format can't POSSIBLY have been something ordinary women wore, because it looks formal and/or princess-y in a modern context

[kiwi-on-ice]

can u do 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 lifeweaver x gn!reader ? i found u on tiktok and i loved ur lifeweaver slides!

Favourite positions headcannons with Lifeweaver, Cole Cassidy, Ramattra, Lucio, Genji and Reinhardt with gn!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: 18+ smut, reader is implied to have a pussy (or at least be a bottom lmao), dom/sub dynamics and degradation present in Ramattra’s.

Notes: just wanted to do a quick post to say thank you all so much for nearly 300 followers! I’m grateful for you all xx

Lifeweaver:

Oh this is a certified lover boy right here. Best believe he wants a position where he can see your face, where most of your body is exposed to his gaze.

That’s why missionary is always his go to, he’s able to thrust into you while keeping a hand on your cheek to ensure your pretty eyes are on him. So he can gaze down at you lovingly and watch your facial expression as you react to every movement.

It also gives him the ability to pinch and play with your nipples, smiling at the sounds that escape your throat as he lavishes you in praise.

But his absolute favourite thing to do in this position is fold you over yourself, knees pressed to your chin so he can slam into you in a mating press, letting you feel him all the way in your guts.

Because he’s so big, he dwarfs you and ensures all you can think about is him, all you can focus on is his cock thrusting in and out of you rapidly. Loves to kiss you in that position, mumbling against your hips how good you take him, how much he wants to fill you up with his cum for being so so good for him. But before he does that you’ll have to cum first.

Apart from that, any position where he has you in front of a mirror is perfect for him. He’ll set you on his lap so he can play and toy with your body, telling you intricate praises and compliments. If you’re a self conscious person, he’ll make you repeat them back to him while keeping your eyes on the mirror as he brings you over the edge again and again.

Alternatively, he might not even fuck you at all, perfectly content with you sitting on his face as he gives you the pleasure he knows you deserve.

Cole Cassidy:

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. Save a horse, ride a cowboy.

He loves it if you ride him, the sight of you moving up and down on his lap. The sight of every angle of your body being on show for him to watch. The sight of his cock disappearing into your hole with every bounce.

Doesn’t care if it makes him look lazy, he’ll just lay back into the pillows, one hand stroking your hip while the other puffs the cigar in his mouth, occasionally offering it to you.

Now if you really want him to go feral, take his cowboy hat off and put it on yourself. You’ll feel him throb inside you as she growls, teasing you about it as he starts to thrust up inside you.

Now he’s an ass man, so when he isn’t gripping your ass while you ride him, he’s gripping and slapping your ass while he takes you from behind, another favourite of his.

Just loves to see it ripple with every thrust, and how you squeak or moan when he spanks you. Depending on the day he’s had, he’ll pump into you in methodical strokes while teasing you, or he’ll fuck into you hard and fast, chasing his pleasure.

Don’t be surprised if he’s puffing his cigar in that position too, the scent filling your nostrils before you even realised he’d lit it, too preoccupied by how deep he reaches as he forces your back to arch.

Ramattra:

Yeah he also likes doggy style, for more…dominating reasons.

Will love to push your head into the mattress, pounding into you while he mocks you for being so pathetic, so desperate to be filled that you’d let a dangerous omnic fuck you and toy with you just so you could find release.

He’d pull your hair, making your back arch for him as he railed you. Just loves to see how pliable your body is when he has you like this, and the noises that fall from your throat. Will also spank you to elicit similar noises, and best believe you’ll have a handprint on your ass to prove it.

And he could even pick you up in that position, moving you into a full nelson as your body jolts with each punishing thrust upwards.

Alternatively, he likes fucking you against the wall. Displays his sheer strength as he can just manhandle you to a position of his liking, you legs dangling pathetically as he has his way with you.

Although he loves fucking you while you’re facing him in that position, your legs wrapped around his waist as he holds you steady against the wall with his hands on your hips and ass. He won’t want to admit it, but it makes his internal fans whirl louder when he sees you face in ecstasy as you gaze up at him longingly.

However if you’ve been a brat, then you clearly don’t deserve the cock he graciously had fitted just to please you, so he’ll love to watch you hump his leg instead as he sits proud in his chair, legs spread. If you please him enough he might let you sit on his lap and hump his thigh instead. And if you please him just right, if your begs and grovelling are to his satisfaction, he may even let you sink down on him and ride him till he short circuits.

Lucio:

My sweet baby, he’s such a romantic!!! His favourite would definitely be missionary, you guys are just so close like that.

He’ll be holding your hand like a lifeline, gentle and measured strokes inside you as he rests his forehead against yours. Would love to feel all your little gasps against his lips, feeling your chests so close, his thumb soothingly running over the back of your hand. He’s always got you <3

However every man has needs, and Lucio is no different. So if you ask to ride him, he definitely isn’t gonna say no. It’ll be the positon he’s the most vocal in for sure, whines and grunts tumbling out his lips as you use his dick to get off.

He’ll be grabbing everywhere and anywhere, needing to feel useful as you make his eyes roll back with pleasure. Grabbing handfuls of your ass or hips or chest or thighs. Anywhere.

If you hold his hands in this position his hips will twitch, breath shaky as he pleads with you to let him fuck up into you. The whines will just tumble from his mouth, the grip on your hands tight, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

Alternatively, if you’re wearing shorts…please let him hit it from the back. His favourite if you’re having a quickie before his show, pushing into you fast as you bend over his dressing table and present yourself for him. Or even against the door if you’re brave enough, both of you struggling to be quiet as his manager knocks on the wood and tells your boyfriend he’s due on stage in 5 minutes.

Genji:

Another man who loves you riding him. After becoming mostly cybernetic, he’s hyper aware of his own strength, as well as the way he looks now. You being on top allows him to peace of mind that he isn’t gonna accidentally hurt you, or crush you.

But also my god he loves watching the show. The way your hips move and circle to get the most pleasure, your hand gripping at his metal chest to steady yourself, the look on your face as the sensations build and build inside of you. He’ll instinctively go to hold your hips, perhaps accidentally holding that bit too tight so it leaves bruises.

But that position is perfect for praising him, telling him how good he feels, how beautiful you think he is. That’ll really make him whimper, audible over the soft plap of your thighs against him. Instinctively he’ll buck up at the praise, driving his cock deep inside you as he whines in embarrassment and pleasure at your complimentary words.

Hold his hands too, regardless of position he’d like for you to hold on to his hand or arms, makes him feel like you trust him, that you look to him for a source of comfort and security. He might even place something cozy and fuzzy on so you have a gentle fabric to hold.

Reinhardt:

Missionary, a classic position for a classic man. Loves how small you look under him, how his big arms practically dwarf your head as he braces himself above you. Sure he’s no spring chicken anymore, but he can still fuck you the way a pretty thing like you deserve.

And if you teasingly imply he can’t fuck you for too long, or suggest you can get on top instead? Well, that’s pretty much the only time his gentlemanly facade will crack, as he drives into you at a pace most young men wouldn’t dream of; his big cock filling you up so completely that your eyes will be rolling.

But most times he’s the epitome of a gentle giant, gently kissing you as he rocks slowly in and out of your smaller body, his beard gently tickling your neck and shoulder as he leaves small love bites on your skin.

But listen, if you’re with him you’re gonna most likely have a thing for his size and strength. So he will definitely pick you up while you guys are fucking if that’s what his sweetheart wants. With a firm grip on your hips he’ll encourage you to wrap your thighs around him so he can fuck you against the wall, your head against his scarred chest.

In that position, you’ll hear the rumbling in his chest as he moans, telling you how good you are, how stunning you are in his arms; it’s like you belong there. And if you’re fucking him after a mission, he’ll ramble about how he’s always gonna protect you, that it’s his duty to keep you safe and content as you cum around his big cock.

[sparrowlucero]

what's the flight rising art direction post?? I used to play that game

for everyone who doesn't know flight rising is a virtual pet site ala neopets, but with dragons. On its forums I made a thread pointing out that the dragon designs were becoming relatively more "same face" over time, with similar face shapes and often with a similar "noodly" anatomy my point being that they were both losing some of the charm of a lot of the animals they were based on (with bug, bird, and eel inspired dragons all looking somewhat similar and mammalian), and even more pertinently, not allowing for a wide variety of body types for user characters in the game - with most of the gameplay being a dressup/character creator, you see why having very few buff, chubby, stocky, etc character designs is a pretty big downside. These are the dragons released in the first half of the website's history, with the shapes outlined:

(these pairs are the same species but have somewhat different body shapes, so they were both outlined) And these are the dragons released recently. The stockier guy on the bottom left is the very oldest of these:

I also pointed out several of these designs have very similar faces, relative to the facial variety you could have with dragon designs (other two recent guys are outlined above):

In comparison, here's some of the head shapes from earlier dragon designs:

and yeah I think you can see what I mean about the shape language getting a bit more homogeneous. I expressed that I felt like the art team may have observed the popularity of the thinner, doglike dragons in comparison to the chubby reptilian ones and decided to err towards the former.

I also drew some dragons to better get across my point about shape language when people suggested I was failing to account for the fact that the "sameface" dragons weren't entirely identical:

(obviously I'm exaggerating shapes for clarity of point; clarifying here as some people believed I was knocking the art style and wanted it to be more cartoonish...) I also pointed out that you could easily draw very identifiable fanart of two breeds which people were saying looked different:

(someone told me these didn't read as fanart of either dragon. you be the judge, I guess) I did get a lot of very nice comments, both in agreement and disagreement, but also some comments that I was being disingenuous, arrogant, or (much more dishearteningly) suggesting that fat designs are simply too unappealing and that the artists can't waste their time on it because the website is a business.

yesterday they released a sneak peak at their newest dragons, which people believe are cetacean inspired. I tuned in as the initial preview (which only featured an arm) made it look pretty stocky:

but, shocker:

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[rorynni]

Why I Believe Toya Aoyagi is Implied to be Autistic (an obnoxiously long post)

I’m gonna start with the more obvious ones because I’ll admit some of them might be a bit of a stretch towards the end.

Toya has a lot of difficulty with outwardly expressing himself. He tends to speak in a monotone voice and wears a blank facial expression most of the time. As the story progresses, this gets a little better, but he’s still not great at expressing emotion. At the start of the game, this made him quite unapproachable, as people thought he was too difficult to read.

Toya also has a habit of staring at people. Most often Akito since he spends more time with him, but he’s also been known to stare at others on multiple occasions. He most likely doesn’t realise why staring at someone would make them uncomfortable and does it out of habit without noticing.

Toya struggles to identify his own emotions, with An even pointing out that it sometimes sounds like he's from another planet. He often finds it difficult to understand how he himself is feeling, to the point where others will have to tell him how they think he feels (they’re normally right, but Toya doesn’t realise this himself until they mention it).

He also takes things very literally and doesn’t pick up on sarcasm. Autistic people not only tend to have trouble expressing tone, but they also may struggle to interpret other people’s tone and often don’t recognise when someone is joking or being sarcastic.

Despite being very smart, Toya doesn’t show much understanding of social norms. He turned up to class holding a giant plushie that he’d won from the arcade, and Akito was immediately concerned with how much it must have made him stand out on the way there, something that Toya didn’t consider since he was more concerned about how the plush had been crammed into a small locker (the fact that he personifies the bear is a whole other thing).

He also idolises Tsukasa a lot despite other characters finding him obnoxious and embarrassing to be around. It’s possible that he doesn’t understand the social norms that make Tsukasa “weird”.

Toya has a tendency to get overly-fixated on the things he’s interested in, to the point where he’s had to put off consuming media in the past out of concern that he’d become obsessed with it and struggle to concentrate on music practice. Despite normally being very calm and taciturn, he also gets very excited whenever one of his interests is mentioned, as seen in the close game/OFFLINE event when Puyo Puyo Tetris is in the arcade tournament. This is very similar to how hyper-fixations and special interests present in neurodivergent people.

He exhibits quite detail-oriented thinking with an intense focus on specifics. This has hindered his singing and songwriting ability in the past.

A few rapid-fire ones I'm too lazy to go into a lot of detail about:

Nitpicky about food texture (likes octopus but dislikes squid despite them being very similar)

Hyper-empathetic to the point where he often mirrors the emotions of other people without realising it

Seems to enjoy physical contact/affection but is never the one to initiate it (although I'm fully willing to blame this on Harumichi's authoritarian parenting)

[endereies]

You get your lip gloss on a shared drink

More often than not, you found your own hand wrapped around the same drink that Matt did. It quietly rested by your sides while you let the easy moment flow through as a summer's breeze. Talking with Matt felt so welcoming, a quiet listener who simply admired the energy and thought behind your words. Yet you were so expressive that Matt opted to taking the drink purely into his own hands to eliminate another possible spillage. It was a cooler drink to cope with the recent sunshine and sloshed everytime he brought it to his lips.

“Don’t you ever think about that though?” Your arms finally took a rest from a vivid explanation, a breath entering your lungs. Your smile was etched with innocence and curiosity, one that Matt was caught in.

“On the contrary, I’m thinking if you don’t take a sip of this, I’ll end up finishing it all by myself.” Your eyes widened slightly once you saw that half the drink was near enough gone. That's all it took for your mouth to wrap around the drink, swallowing a healthy dose. A satisfied hum passes your lips at the acceptance of the sweet strawberry taste. Matt’s gaze falls to her face much longer than necessary, unable to pass it as a quick glance. You don’t comment on it, instead taking a final sip before nudging it back towards him in a wordless invite. He obliges, rewrapping his own hands where yours just were. 

Just as smoothly, you began speaking again about a completely different topic than before. But the moment his lips meet the rim, he pauses and pulls back. His eyes meet yours in faux frustration which just makes you fall silent. “Again, really?”

All you do is blink up innocently at him, tilting your head and narrowing your facial features. Matt lets out a low chuckle, twisting and raising the cup so that you can see the faint shimmer left behind from your lips. “You and your lip gloss…” He attempts a weak side-eye before swiping a thumb over the glossy imprint. It doesn't quite come off, however, leaving the pink dye smudged and the scent of cherries over his hand.

You grin happily, entirely unapologetic of your actions. “Maybe you needed a little pizazz, besides, we match now!” You’re quick to bump his side with your elbow whilst swinging your legs under the park bench.

Matt huffs, staring down to the cup, as if contemplating just how to remove it. Neither of you had any napkins and frankly, having a white shirt of his turned pink wasn’t ideal. So, with an exaggerated sigh, he lifted it up once more to his lips and took a sip. The texture wasn’t too different to lip balm he was used to applying. The taste of strawberry now/ was a combination with another berry, the subtle, sweet artificial taste lingering even after he swallowed. He couldn’t complain much, at least it was similar. “My mouth tastes of cherries too.”

“It’s like fate knew that drink needed extra flavour.” Your hand snatched the drink to enjoy the combination of tastes. His face softened at the sight of you happily chugging the drink. “Of artificial cherries? You’re ridiculous…”

“And yet you’re still drinking it.” You point out the way the shimmer has now transferred over to his own pouting lips, making him roll his eyes at your laughter. However, he considers your words before lifting it back up once more, taking a deliberately long sip. “Mmm… I love artificial drinks.”

It’s in these subtle moments where the teasing sentences bleed into something softer that neither of you want to let go of. The quiet intimacy behind shared drinks, the way that your lip gloss always manages to find its way onto his skin, the way you never apologise.

“Considering the fact that you keep drinking from it… you must not hate it as much as you say you do.” Your words catch him mid sip, acknowledgement slipping through the air. Matt’s warm gaze reaches yours.

“Only because it tastes like you.” For a moment you’re speechless, no longer providing conversation and instead smiling innocently at Matt. His own smile, as if what he said was the most casual sentence, made you blush slightly.

And even though he’d never say it out loud, he knows this cycle will repeat, over and over. Maybe he didn’t mind stained lips as much if it came from you.

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

There has been requests about getting a full body colour for Kook!Ford, so here he is, in all his beige, white, and brown minimalist glory <3 (THERE’S A REASON WHY HE HAS SUCH A BORING PALETTE I PROMISE)

Stupid colour rambles that are WAYY too in depth and probably mostly far fetched but this is my AU and I get to pick how much over-analysis goes into the characters’ colour schemes, fuck you:

Ford:

Characterised by pale, almost pastel-ish colours to emulate a sort of sick, unhealthy look.

The paler colours add to the illusion of Ford lacking presence, almost disappearing into the background, to convey how his existence often ignored or dismissed by most of the townsfolk.

Without any visually striking or contrasting colours in his palette itself, his own features blend into one another, blurring the details and diminishing any identifiable traits that would have typically identified him as Ford, or even a person (<- if that mindfuck of a sentence make any sense)

Hints of yellow to show remnants Bill's past influence on him. Because I’m dramatic like that.

Fiddleford:

Deep, rich forest greens with golden accents (influences of Bill appearing in his outfit) (I need to hammer Fidds out a lil’ more ngl)

Stanley:

Deep, rich blues and purples (opposite spectrum of yellow, aka. Bill's colour, which means = safety to Ford)

The inside lining of his jacket is vivid red, to reference his original colours palette and as a representation of his past self being hidden underneath the layers of his predominantly blue exterior, colours representative of his new identity (also red = warm and blue = cold)

His colours palette will eventually open up into something warmer on the outside, veering into purple.

Extra notes on his character: Stan (in this AU) is colder and quieter than his canon counterpart. After years of being in the mafia business, and years of running it as well, he has long since learned to mask his facial expressions and master the poker face (*cough cough* resting bitch face *cough cough*). But, his intimidating and serious air does not serve him any favours when it comes to literally anything other than his “work”, his inexperience when it comes to emotions all the more apparent with the twins. He has trouble expressing his feelings outwardly, and despises this part of himself, because it reminds him of his own father. He feels as though he is failing the twins by being too cold and distant, and tries his best to open up more.

Mabel:

Maintains her original colours palette with pink, but has more hints of red in her outfit, similar to Stan’s, particularly around her sleeves (allusion to “wearing your heart on your sleeves.” Yes, I know that it’s tacky)

The red shows she is more inclined to trust Stan, as she is willing to see past Stanley’s exterior facade of cold aloofness to see his “true” colours (good HEAVENS that is disgustingly cheesy to say but idk how else to really word this)

Extra notes on her character: Mabel trusts Stan fully. Perhaps a little too much. She I dolises Stan to an almost unhealthy degree, and is constantly plagued with the underlying fear of somehow losing Stan’s “interest”, as their mother seemed to have lost interest in her and Dipper. Deeply fears being abandoned again, and believes she “owes” Stan for having adopted them. She believes it is her fault that neither of their parents wanted the twins during the divorce.

Dipper:

Maintains original colour palette with blues, but pretty solidly lacks red in his outfit. He serves as the opposite spectrum of Mabel, instead being unwilling to fully trust Stan and takes him at face value.

Extra notes on his character: Dipper does not trust Stan, and is far more hyperaware of what kind of “business” their “uncle” runs. He is mostly worried about Mabel’s slight obsession with pleasing him, and fears that if they don’t behave, Stan might use his dangerous power and influence against them. He is convinced that Stan had ulterior motives to adopting them, cannot fathom what he, a seeming stranger with all the power in the world, could possibly hope to gain in adopting two abandoned children. Even more so, when even their parents didn’t seem to want them.

[frostyresolve]

a lottie little too much ꒰ ᝬ brant

he gets drunk and decides to battle a bunch of lottie losts for your favor. 1.2k words. suggestive, fluff.

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he stumbles up to you, dancing on his feet as his boots touch the wooden floorboards. he won’t deny that he’s had a few drinks too many, his vision hazy as he surveys the troupe, glasses clinking and beer sloshing in cups at the celebration of a performance well done. even through the haze, he singles out you.

he calls out to you, leaning against the tabletop for balance. “you like the little rabbit things?” BRANT huffs, words incoherent somewhat as they tumble out of his mouth. they’re adorable, you can’t deny. especially the lottie lost in front of you playing the accordion; they’re quiet and compassionate echoes, more so than the ones you’ve encountered in the wilderness.

“they’re sweethearts,” you point out with a small smile, clearly taken by their cute mannerisms, the rabbit echoes clambering for your attention as they tried to outdo each other. what’s so special about them anyway? sure they could play instruments well enough, but they weren’t prodigies. how could you find them more interesting than him when they could only say two words?

he never should have suggested having echoes perform alongside the show if it meant every single drop of your attention would be spent on them and not him.

he practically growls, envy bubbling inside him. "just rabbit echoes... but they're cute... and you're petting them...”

“pet me... i’m cute too... i’m the captain." he hiccups, a hint of petulance in his voice.

scowling, his expression morphs into a mix of drunken annoyance and wounded pride. the sight of you lavishing attention on the bunny echoes was starting to get under his skin. you’re caught off guard as he clumsily climbs onto your lap, his body heavy against yours. his legs hooked around your hips as his arms grip your waist tightly, the sweet smell of alcohol lingering on his skin. "mmm...much better..." he hums, nuzzling his face into your neck. he clumsily tries to mimic the rabbit's voice.

"lottie lost, lottie lost…" he speaks suddenly, his words coming out slightly slurred and far from cute. there’s a pause, your gaze locked onto BRANT along with the other lottie lost rabbits who freeze at his words. he’s probably saying something atrocious in their language, but he can’t be bothered to care, staggering over to you and clinging onto you as he tries to imitate the echoes. he tries his best to mimic the rabbits again, his words barely understandable.

“lottie…lottie lost…” he keeps repeating in a sloppy manner, gripping your arm in his drunken stupor. the lottie losts continue to stare at him with their button eyes, their confusion growing with each attempt. it was probably coming off more like drunken babble than cute mimicry.

“what’re you doing?” you ask in confusion as his arms wrap around your waist. you can practically smell the alcohol wafting off him, the rich scent of aged grapes clinging onto his clothes. he never settled for anything but the finest wine after all, even if it left him with a hole in his pocket.

“lottie lost.” a rabbit calls in an attempt to attract your attention back as it waves its arms at you, probably craving your applause and validation.

you can feel his grip tighten around you, drunken logic taking over. he didn't like that you were paying attention to the rabbit echoes when he was right there, and in his state, he chooses to make the irrational decision to try even harder.

the words came out as a slurred mess, anything but similar to what a lottie lost would sound like. if the rabbits could make facial expressions, they’d probably be grimacing at the foul words leaving his mouth. “lottie... lost..." he mutters, his head drooping onto your shoulder. "need hugs... from you... not them..."

you’re not sure what else to do, trying to register the sight before your eyes, so you decide to state the obvious. “you’re drunk; how many bottles did you have?”

“mmm, not drunk…” he sings against your shoulder, his fingers clutching onto you with an iron grip. “a lottie lot. always drunk on you.”

he lifts his head, amethyst eyes hazy and unfocused. BRANT sees you clearly, though, clearer than any blue sky and brighter than any gem he’s ever encountered. “you’re... pretty. prettier than the rabbits. much prettier... and tastier. you taste better.” he slurs drunkenly, his words coming out without a second thought. you know he’s too far gone by now by what he’s spewing out without a care.

“a lottie lot…” you repeat in confusion; his words are merging, every sentence leaving his lips twisted with the name of those damned rabbits.

his face crinkles in confusion as you repeat the words back to him. his mind is too fuzzy with drunkenness to grasp what he’s said, and he just stares at you for a moment before breaking into a hiccupping laugh.

"lottie... lost count..." he repeats, chuckling as he leans heavily against you. his hand continues to roam your skin aimlessly, touch warm and lazy, heat radiating off his skin with each brush of his thumb on your cheek.

that’s when his lips brush against yours briefly, giving you any time to react. you’re stunned speechless when he pulls away, about to speak up, but the only sound leaving your mouth is a shocked gasp. his tongue dips into the hollow of your throat as he nuzzles his face closer into your shoulder.

he seems to take notice of your reaction, and so he responds by peppering more kisses along your neck, whatever he’s saying becoming more of a muffled hum against your skin. his hand on your back begins to explore more, trailing up your spine, before eventually resting on the back of your head, gently tilting it to the side to give himself more access to every expanse of your skin BRANT could find. x marks the spot where his mouth and teeth sink into your neck.

“can you walk?” you whisper, feeling your cheeks heat up as you clear your throat awkwardly when he finally pauses to catch his breath. he pulls away in a daze, swaying on your lap, holding onto you for dear life like you were anchoring him.

it seems like you’ve gotten your answer as his hand slips on the edge of the table, and he faceplants onto the deck of the ship unceremoniously when he tries to get up from your lap. curse you for letting him drink himself silly, not that he wasn’t silly before. his head hits the bottom of the table, letting out a whine as he rubs the side of his forehead before he practically crawls back to you.

you’ve never wanted to jump off the plank so much in your life.

“carry lottie…cuddles…” he coos, looking at you through half-lidded eyes as his body practically drapes over yours like a cape, causing you to stagger at the sudden weight pressing against you. he’s absolutely lost it; he’ll get teased in the morning when his hangover hits like an anchor crashing down onto him. he tugs on your sleeve, warm breath ghosting your neck, moist lips stained with wine trailing sticky kisses all over your exposed skin. if he were sober, he’d probably ask politely instead of gnawing at you like a dreadwolf. his balance is totally off-kilter, stumbling with each step as you make your way to his quarters.

maybe this was what BRANT wanted all along. for you to drag him back to his room. he’s not letting you leave soon, pulling you in the direction of his quarters when you open the door along with him.

he wants you to tumble right into his bed, right where you belong, to keep your captain lottie lost company.

© FROSTYRESOLVE 2025. DO NOT PLAGIARISE, REUPLOAD OR FEED MY WORKS INTO AI

[thebluester2020]

[SDV] Bachelors X Taking Farmer's Virginity

Summary: SDV Bachelors (+ RSV! Jio) taking the farmer’s V-Card.

Warning(s): Filth, Male Reader in Alex's part! [Givin' some love to the three dudes that may potentially follow me lol, Virgin! Reader, Virgin! Sebastian + Harvey [I couldn't imagine those two having sex prior to the reader ngl], Harvey being a whiner, Rough Sex, Praise Kink, PetPlay, Masturbation, Anal Sex (With Alex + Male Reader but that's kinda expected ngl), So much more that I may be missing ngl.

Side Note(s): Y’all’s requests were similar, so I decided to bunch ‘em together! Goodness, this fic is long— (Apologies for Jio's part being on a bit of a cliff-hanger. I couldn't have this fic be any longer than it already was 😔)

Elliot

It's obvious, but Elliot would be super gentle during your first time. Especially if he knows that you're a generally shy and anxious person.

Leading up to your first night together, I feel like he'd pull out all the stops to ensure that you're comfortable with him and assured that he wouldn't do anything to hurt you. He'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear while the two of you are alone, treat you to a meal or two, play piano for you if you wished, and even just cuddle and have you be comfortable with him touching you!

And the second you expressed any discomfort? He's off you within seconds.

But assuming that the farmer wants Elliot as much as he wants you—

I'm going to be playful here and say that you're first time would probably occur in his cabin. The two of you had been hanging out all day, to where you both hadn't even noticed that the sun had already set and it was nighttime!

The mood was romantic and brimmed with a certain tension that made each breath of yours come out slower. Although it'd hitch each step Elliot would take towards you, you didn't make a single move to shy away from him as his fingers interlocked with your own before...you found yourself kissing him.

And well—the rest is history lol.

♡ - "Are you comfortable, my love?" A silly question, you thought. How could you not be comfortable when he had spent the entire day pampering you to the max?

For the entire day, Elliot has been spoiling you to the max.

At the start of the day, before you get up to start your day. He had suddenly pulled you back to his chest and begged for you to relax with him in bed for a little while longer. He got up in your stead, cooked you breakfast, and even went so far as to feed the animals for you! When late noon rolled around, you then attempted to go to the mines, only for Elliot to intervene and tell you that he suddenly wanted to treat you to dinner at the saloon.

You had a mind to question it, trying to think of every possible reason as to why he was suddenly spoiling you outside of him being his usual romantic self. It was only when the both of you had finished your meals did he finally take your hands into his own and sigh.

"Do you...feel comfortable with me?"

The question, admittedly, made your heart sink to your stomach out of fear. All of a sudden, you were going through your memories in search of anything you may have said that may have made Elliot have doubts in whether or not you trusted him! And when you came up empty, you slowly nodded your head. "What's this about?" You asked. "Did I say something? I don't remember—" Elliot interrupted you with a chuckle and a soft smile, that single combination easing your worries quickly. "You didn't say anything, don't worry. It's just...is there a reason you're uncomfortable with me touching you?"

Elliot quickly clarified when he saw how your facial expressions began to fall ever so slightly. "I don't mean it in a bad way, my love. I just want to know your boundaries some more. So I don't accidentally make you uncomfortable in the future." As you looked off to the side, Elliot remained silent and patient for you to find your words. To be frank, he was fine with refraining from touching you for the rest of his life if that's what you needed from him! The love you both had for one another went so much further than just something physical, in his mind? It was the type of love that could only be felt once in your entire lifetime, a love that he wished to experience again and again with only you, no matter the life he lived.

Thus...when you finally gained the courage to look back at him, his breath got caught up in his throat suddenly.

He really hoped that you wouldn't suddenly have any doubts in him because of his question— "I'm a virgin." You blurted out, rather bluntly in fact. Upon doing so, you searched his eyes for any traces of disgust or doubt in your relationship. "Does that...bother y—"

Elliot let out a relieved sigh, putting a hand to his chest. "Ah! I'm so glad it wasn't anything else!" He said, nearly making your eyes widen to the size of the moon itself at how nonchalant he was being about your confession. It was only after a few minutes of silence and Elliot calming himself down did he finally looked back at you with a gentle expression, bringing your hands up to his lips. "My love...how could you ever think such a thing would bother me?" He asked, the question, making you look off to the side.

"I...I didn't want you to think I was boring for not having experience."

He chuckled. "Quite the contrary," He responded. "I'll have to work hard to make your first time a memorable one, I don't intend to make a single misstep."

Which...led to the now, as Elliot gently laid you down on his bed inside his cabin. His eyes never left yours for a single second, even when he began to slowly undress you, starting from your top and moving to your bottom, per your permission. The intense eye contact made you squirm, quiet moans leaving your lips every so often when the writer's hand would graze against bare skin or when he'd press his soft lips against a random part of you. "So wet..." Elliot whispered when he finally slipped off your pants, his eyes soon landing on the center of your underwear, where a large wet patch had already grown.

He had a mind to tease you for your body being so obvious with its want of him, even despite the fact that it didn't have a single clue as to the pleasure that awaited it. "S-Sorry," You murmured, though you admittedly didn't have a clue as to what you were apologizing for exactly. Elliot responded by placing an adoring peck on the inside of your thigh, letting his lips linger for a few seconds while he continued to gently tease and play with the dark center of your underwear. He could feel you twitch whenever his thumb grazed your hard clit, the nub just barely poking against the fabric while the dark patch in the center continued to grow in tune with your rising scent of sex in the air.

He could hardly hold himself back as he felt his cock strain against the zipper of his pants, the delicious agony of waiting only increasing his anticipation of what your cunt would feel like wrapped around his cock. But for now? It wasn't about him, he wanted all the focus to be on you. "Elliot..." You quietly moaned, your hips gently bucking into his hand in search of more of his touch. "...Please—"

His eyes flicked up to your own. "Please?" He parroted teasingly. "So eager...I've barely touched you, my dear. Can't you be patient for a little longer?" He hummed before immediately contradicting his words via sliding your underwear to the side to finally gaze upon your bare cunt. Elliot let out a throaty groan at the sight, strings of your slick still attaching you to your panties while your pussy twitched even more in response to his gaze.

His mouth watered at the thought of what you'd taste like.

However...that could be explored another time. "...Yoba." He murmured to himself.

You squeaked when you felt his thumb part your lower lips, exposing more of your pussy to his lustful gaze. "Don't—Don't stare so much!" You gently scolded the man. "It's embarrassing...just do something. Stop...stop teasing me." Elliot smirked at how truthful you were being with your words, pressing a single kiss to your throbbing clit before he began to rub a finger up and down your sex.

"W-What—"

"You asked me to do something, my love...I am, aren't I?" Elliot said. He placed another kiss against your nub, the lingering taste of you on his lips only making him throb in his pants even harder as he craved even more of you. Every time he kissed you and pulled away...it became harder to do so, until he finally wrapped his lips around your clit entirely, the sound of your moans increasing in volume all of a sudden sounding like a heavenly choir in his ears. "E-Elliot—!" You cried out. "Fuck...!" Your mind was spinning as you felt his tongue swirl around your clit, the feeling of his index finger continuing to tease the entrance into your hole only making you beg and plead with any deity listening to you that he would just stick it in!

Like a wanton beast, your hole craved for something to fill it as it began to clench around nothing in response to something beginning to...tighten, strangely enough, in the pit of your gut. "E-Elliot...!" You whined. "Your finger—" Elliot's lips left your clit with a lewd 'pop'. "What about my finger, dear?" He asked you teasingly. "You're so loud...is my mouth not enough?" He continued. The man had a mind to laugh in your face at how quickly you shook your head, his free hand starting to travel to his pants to give himself some much-needed relief, when you looked at him with the most adorable teary-eyed gaze.

"N-Not enough..." You whined as you shook your head. "Y-Your finger...please—Ah!" He could feel bad about not letting you finish your sentence later, after quickly spitting onto your hole, Elliot had gently sunk his finger into your virgin sex. The burn you slight made you wince a little, but...it was hard to focus too much on it when the pleasure from Elliot resuming his attention to your clit was soooooo much easier to lose your mind over, but...the feeling of Elliot's finger was strange— "Elliot...?" You panted as you looked at him once again.

His brow slowly rose, the sight of a faint blush coating his cheek as he gently rutted himself against his bedsheets, making your hole clench around his finger. "Yes?" He answered dazedly. "It...It doesn't—"

"It doesn't feel good?" He chuckled expectantly. "Be patient." He hummed as he continued to slowly fuck his finger in and out of you, curling his knuckle every now and again as he searched for that spongey spot of pleasure inside of you. And when you suddenly threw your head back to let out a wail of pleasure...he smirked. "It feels good there?" Elliot asked knowingly against your pussy, speeding up his ministrations ever so slightly as you started to grip the sheets underneath you. You felt as if your skin were on fire, every nerve ending inside of you highly focused on the way Elliot finger-fucked your cunt, the lewd squelching and sloppy noises that emitted from your pussy making Elliot groan against your clit and make that strange knot inside of you tighten even further.

"Fuckkkk—!" You screamed to the top of his cabin ceiling, tiny jets of your juices beginning to spurt out of your cunt as Elliot continued to fuck your hole. And when he added another finger into the mix...your noises only heightened in pitch. "You sound so pretty, Y/N..." He laughed breathlessly, a weak moan following right behind his words as he felt himself beginning to close in on his own orgasm. Yet, he willed himself to slow down his thrusts against the bed. All of his cum...he wanted to reserve it for your hole and your hole only. "If you sound like this with just my fingers—" Elliot once again took his lips from your clit, dragging the flat of his tongue up in a long stripe up your cunt before spitting on your clit. "—I wonder what other noises you'll make once I fuck you with my cock."

Your chest heaved up and down even faster at his words, the image of Elliot leaned over you as he pistoned in and out of your pussy with his cock...all with that same adoring blushing face he had now as he'd whisper even more sweet nothings to you, compliment you and so much more...the last thing you saw was your vision suddenly flashing white as the back of your head fell onto the pillow behind you. "Yoba..." You could just barely hear Elliot say as a drawn-out moan left his lips at the sight of your pussy creaming his fingers, a translucent white ring beginning to appear around the ginger's fingers as he fucked you through your first orgasm until he steadily slowed his fingers to a stop.

It took you a few minutes to come back to your senses, your eyes blurry with tears of dizzying pleasure while you were certain you could hear a faint buzzing in the depths of your ears. It wasn't until Elliot gently tapped the side of your thigh that you came back to your senses enough to be able to focus on Elliot now leaning over you, his pupils blown wide in an obvious show of desire.

"Surely you're not tired yet, my love..." He whispered as you felt something long and hard rubbing your stomach. "I haven't even come close to having my fill of you yet..."

Sebastian

Probably more nervous than you tbh.

When the mood is "right". I'm going to go ahead and assume that he probably wouldn't even notice the mood and would just think "Damn, I really want to touch them" while you're just sitting on his bed thinking it was a normal hangout.

And although he'd definitely stop if you expressed being uncomfortable with having sex with him.

Assuming you aren't—

There def wouldn't be a ceremony or certain lead up to it, just a feeling of him wanting to be closer to you that grows stronger and stronger until he finds himself on top of you and kissing your lips, your neck, and undressing you.

Also, for the lols, I'm also headcanoning that he's a one-minute man just because it's his first time.

♡ - He felt like his heart was about to jump straight out of his chest as he looked up at you, his hands already slipped underneath your shirt as the two of you stared at each other, panting from your earlier makeout session, and trying to figure out what to do with the other.

You and Sebastian's hangout started out innocently.

You had texted Sebastian, saying that you were too tired to make it the rest of the way to your house after spending hours within the mine trying to gather more diamonds and gold. The recluse was all too eager to wait for a quiet knock at the door before he rushed out from his room to slowly open the door and let you inside, you left your bag of rare minerals at the doorstep, took a quick shower all before you were back in Sebastian's room, sitting on his bed in the clothes he blended you for the night.

You were supposed to sleep on the floor, the extra mattress already laid out on the floor was proof of that already but...then the two of you began to talk to one another.

Well, Sebastian listened attentively while you went on and on about your love life.

You told him about your previous boyfriends, how they left you shortly after you told them you were a virgin. It was the same sob story time and time again, where they'd berate and insult you for not "having more experience" and that "you were boring for not knowing how to be with a guy already."

Sebastian hadn't wanted to punch a stranger more than he did right now, as you eventually trailed off and looked at your lap as if your past boyfriends' words were beginning to get to you. Something that he quickly stopped by, grabbing your hand tightly. "You're...you're not boring." He murmured. "You're fine the way you are."

You chuckled, unconvinced. "Thanks."

"It's the truth." He insisted with a huff. "So, stop thinking that you're less than anyone else."

"I'm not."

When you looked at Sebastian from the corner of your eye, you blushed at the way his brow slowly rose in doubt. "You are," He said before he let go of your hand to move it to your shoulder. The warmth that radiated from his hand seemed to make your entire body feel ten degrees warmer, your cheeks beginning to flush a light pink color. Both of you sat in silence for a few minutes, simply enjoying each other's company, before you finally gained the courage to look Sebastian in the eyes fully. From there on, you didn't know what was in the air exactly but...you liked it.

Your gaze slowly ran over Sebastian's face, going from how his hair was slightly tousled from possibly being woken up all of a sudden when you had either texted him earlier that night...or perhaps he had taken a quick nap before you had knocked at the door? Then you looked from his eyes to his lips, and back to his eyes again. Your cheeks only got warmer when you saw the look in his eyes, as if you were the most interesting thing in this entire room right now, while his lips were ever so slightly parted as if he were on the verge of saying something to you.

Yet...there was nothing Sebastian wanted to do more than simply be closer to you than he was now.

That single thought drove him to lean closer and closer to you ever so slightly until his lips were onto yours. A sweet yet shy first kiss, one that made both of you gasp in shock at how soft the other's lips were. When Sebastian finally parted from you, he slowly opened his eyes to let out a weak moan at how pretty you were in this moment. He wished he could apologize for kissing you so suddenly, especially after you had talked about how shitty your past boyfriends were!

But, the only words he could come up with were— "Can...can I touch you?"

When you had shyly nodded your head...the rest was history. One that led to where you both were now, your ass gently grazing Sebastian's bulge and eliciting more weak whimpers and moans from him as his hands firmly grasped your thighs, encouraging you to rub against him even more as his teary eyes were glued onto your equally teary ones. His mouth opened and closed as if he were begging to say something but couldn't, too lost in the way your ass rubbed against him as well as the sheer love that bloomed in his chest at the sight of your flushed face.

"So pretty..." Sebastian said absentmindedly as one of his hands slipped underneath your shirt, steadily dragging your shirt up before he eventually cupped your covered breast. "May...May I?"

He wasted no more time when you nodded your head, quickly helping you remove your shirt while you unhooked your bra. You gasped when you suddenly felt Sebastian twitch against you, his eyes widening ever so slightly at the sight of your bare tits. "May I?" You asked a question back to him in regards to his pants and the way he felt as if he were going to break the zipper with how hard he was right now. Sebastian hesitated with his answer, however, you were the first and only girl he had been with.

What if he didn't match up to your expectations? What if you suddenly changed your mind about him, your relationship entirely as soon as you pulled his boxers down? All of these thoughts and more flooded his mind until—until you stopped his racing thoughts with a single hand of your coming to caress the side of his face. "We...don't have to, if you don't want to."

He shook his head. "I-I want to..." He said. "Please." As you nodded your head, you were slow with your actions as you lifted yourself just enough to be able to pull down Sebastian's pants along with his boxers to the middle of his knees.

His cock slapped against his abdomen when it was released, a single bead of pre-cum already present on the angry red tip of his dick as it twitched in response to your gaze. Your already red face only deepened in color as you continued to stare in silence, something that made Sebastian begin to squirm in nervousness underneath you before he tried to cover himself. "You don't have to stare you know—" You quickly grabbed his wrist. "Don't." You heavily gulped. "I like it, I like you." You reassured him before your other hand moved to pull your shorts down, just enough to where you'd be able to sit yourself on Sebastian's cock without anything getting in the way.

And as Sebastian's eyes dragged down from your face to your bare pussy...his breath hitched in his throat at the sight, the feeling of the heat radiating from your sex making his cock twitch even more. "Yoba..." He whispered before his hand slowly traveled to your cunt, stopping just short of it to look you in the eye for permission.

You giggled at how much he asked for permission, as if you weren't eager for him to touch you as he was! When you had nodded your head nonetheless, though, Sebastian began to gently part and play with your cunt. Every nervous touch of elicited soft moans from your throat, each graze of his thumb against your clit making you buck your hips ever so slightly, accidentally grazing Sebastian's dick with your pussy in the process. "S-So pretty..." He whined, the feeling of your pussy briefly touching his dick making his mind spin. "C-Can't wait..." He whispered. "To feel you..."

"Then...then feel me." You whispered.

You could hardly stand the teasing a second more before you had raised your hips up to angle Sebastian's cock to the entrance of your cunt, the feeling of your hands wrapped around his dick making the poor recluse let out a breathless moan as he tried to keep his eyes glued to the sight of you hovering over his cock. "Y-Y/N..." He whispered. "Please—" You weren't so cruel as to tease him for any longer than he had already, more or less, endured. You responded with a quiet laugh before you slowly sank yourself onto his cock.

When you hissed in pain, Sebastian’s hands flew to your hips to try and stop you. “I-I’m fine…” You quickly assured him. You sank yourself down further until you reached the base, the sound of Sebastian’s broken whine making your cunt clench tighter around him. “Yoba…” He whispered. “You feel good,” He said, almost as if he were in reverence at how you felt around his cock.

Though, that was an understatement as to how he truly felt about how your cunt felt wrapped around him. You were warm, tight, and oh so wet. The sight of your blushing face above him as you planted your hands on his chest made his cock jump inside of you. You gasped at the feeling as you steadily began to move, a soft sticky sound emitting from your ass met Sebastian’s stomach as you slowly bounced up and down.

Beneath you, the recluse followed your moving form with hooded eyes, his mouth slightly ajar as gasps and whines escaped his lips, his grip on your waist growing tighter and tighter as he struggled to keep himself from thrusting up into you. But…as beads of sweat began to appear on your skin, creating a thin sheen on your face and chest, each bead of sweat that rolled from your face…down to your neck…and finally between the valley of your breasts—

How could you blame him much for not being able to resist fucking you?

“S-Sorry…!” Was the only word he could muster before he thrust up into you. The force nearly made you fall forward, your fingernails digging into his skin a little as you tried to keep yourself upright in the face of Sebastian suddenly hitting a strange spot inside of you. A spot that made you see stars and made you want to wail out to the ceiling, almost, if you weren’t afraid of waking the nearby animals outside with your howls.

“S-Sebby…!” You cried, trying to stifle your moans by slapping a hand over your mouth.

He clenched his jaw at the sight before he suddenly took one of his hands from your waist to grab at your arm, both tearing your hand from your mouth as well as pulling you to him, your chest pressing into his own as he locked you in via wrapping his arm around your torso. “D-Don’t…don’t hide your sounds. P-Please…” He managed to plead before he threw his head back to let out wails of pleasure of his own.

Your moans from earlier hardly held a candle to how Sebastian sounded now as he began to fuck you in earnest. His moans sounded borderline, as if he were crying out for his goddess to give him mercy despite him being the one moving! Tears of pleasure began to dot his eyeliner, stray tears falling down the sides of his face as his grip around your waist tightened in time with his hips beginning to stutter in their rhythm. “F-Fuck…Y/N…” He just barely managed to crack open an eye to look you in the eyes, pleasure swimming around in his watery orbs as he felt his peak quickly approach him.

Far quicker than he would’ve liked.

But he couldn’t help it, the way you were moaning and how you looked at him as if he were the only one in your entire world…the love he had for you, something that only grew by the moment in combination with the pleasure—there was hardly room for him to feel too embarrassed when he suddenly climaxed, waayyyy before you had even started to reach your peak. The sudden feeling of something hot shooting into your cunt made your eyes widen before you briefly looked behind you and back to Sebastian, his cheeks flushed a deep deep red while his chest heaved up and down as if he had just finished running a marathon.

When you rolled your hips with a gentle chuckle, caressing Sebastian’s cheeks with your hands. It was then that he finally came to with a shocked yet weak gasp. “Y-Y/N…” He said hoarsely. “I-I’m…so—“ You interrupted him with a kiss, the recluse almost immediately moaning softly into the kiss before you slowly pulled away, having to stop Sebastian from chasing your lips by placing a finger against his with a smile. “Don’t apologize.” You said.

“You can make it up to me when you have energy again, okay?”

Sam

Okay, so as much as I headcanon him to be a hound dog in the bedroom.

For your first time? He's toning it down and becoming a total sweetheart during your first time. I'm standing ten toes down when I say that he's gonna follow Sebastian in the department of "being more nervous than you are".

But not because he's never had sex (I low-key can't see him being a virgin. He's too much of a hot rocker blonde). It's simply because he really doesn't want to fuck up y'alls relationship.

He's willing to fist his cock to the thought of you until the end of time if it means that you'll continue to be comfortable with him!

So walk with me here— you're being walked home by Sam after stopping by to eat dinner with the family.

As per the usual, you're joking and laughing with one another until you both arrive at the doorstep of your farmhouse.

When the two of you kiss each other goodbye, there's a certain...pause in the air, you both linger for a while and just before you turn to go inside your house, Sam drops the question.

"Can...Can I sleep with you tonight?"

♡ - And for your sake, you thought he meant it innocently at first!

You hadn't realized it would lead to...this. You felt as if your body was slowly being set on fire, each touch of Sam's hands against your body made you twitch and gasp as you could hardly control your blushing face each time you accidentally made eye contact with the blonde's baby blue eyes. Every second you looked into them...you felt as if you could feel the love he had for you, dancing about on your skin like pleasurable pins and needles.

It made your heart race, you craved more of it and everything he could give you, but...you were nervous, so nervous that you felt like you could pass out at any second— "Wait." You spoke, Sam's hands leaving your body as soon as you uttered out the word.

"Did I move too fast?" He quickly asked. "I-I'm sorry...I didn't mean—"

You blushed. "No, no! It's fine...it's just...I've never—I've never done this before." Sam's eyes widened, thoughts of 'How' and 'Why' flooding his mind as he stared at you like a deer in headlights. In his eyes, since the moment you both met...he thought you were the prettiest person in the entire valley—no, the entire world even! The two of you never brought it up in conversation before, but he assumed that you had plenty of partners in the past! You were sweet and funny, you supported his dreams, and even came to visit him at work whenever you could make the time!

When you asked him if you wanted to date...he felt as if he were the luckiest man alive. But as he blinked, he realized that he was luckier than the luckiest.

After all, he'd be your first time. And with that knowledge, he was determined to impress. “Really?” He nearly stuttered out the word as his eyes grew wide. His hands began to grope and touch every available piece of skin that he could find as his hands traveled down from groping your tits from underneath your shirt to beginning to tug off your skirt along with your underwear. “Yeah…” You moaned as you watched Sam with hazy eyes as he finally pulled your underwear completely off.

His breath hitched at the sight of your bare pussy.

He always knew you were pretty, hell, he had thought that way since the moment you both started talking to each other! But, as he stared at your twitching pussy, the pink inner flesh glistening as a sign of your arousal. His mouth watered as he had a sudden urge to taste it, as if he had suddenly been without water for months and your cunt was his only salvation at having water. “You’re so pretty.” He whispered, taking a finger and starting to lightly trace it over your pussy. He nearly chuckled it the way it twitched and ‘jumped’ as he moved his finger. The sound of your breath hitching every few seconds or you letting out a soft moan when he grazed your clit making him smirk ever so slightly.

He gently touched and pressed at your clit again, his eyes flicking up to check your reactions. You only blushed even more when you caught his gaze. “Ever touched down here before?” He asked. Wordlessly, you nodded your head. “Only a few times…” You managed to voice out.

Those few words only increased his confidence, as well as his eagerness to complete the plans he had for you for your first time. “Wanna show me how you touch yourself?” When you went quiet for a few moments, a quiet part of him feared that he might have pushed you too far, that you were suddenly going to demand that he step away from you and kick you out of your house!

However, when you finally mustered up enough courage to silently take his hand and guide his fingers just above your clit, showing him exactly how you wanted to be touched. He had to will himself not to cum in his pants at the sight. “Shit.” He whispered in awe as he slowly took control, rubbing tight circles just above your clit like you showed him. Testing the waters a little, he pressed down to gauge your reaction. When your thighs twitched and a soft moan left your lips, he added a little more roughness, your moans increasing in pitch in turn.

Sam whispered out praises as he watched your glistening slick begin to ooze out of your tight hole. “Fuuuccckkkk...” He moaned as if he were the one being pleasured right now. “Good girl.” He whispered as his head leaned forward even more, the urge to taste you growing even stronger until—he suddenly dragged his tongue up your pussy. “S-Sam…!” You groaned, your hands flying to his head to grip onto his hair.

Sam grunted when you grabbed his hair, your grip nearly threatening to tug out some of his blonde strands. Yet, he didn’t let the pain stop him from having his fill of your pussy as he lapped away at your cunt like a starved hound. Lewd slurping sounds emitted from your cunt as Sam continued to eat, his finger slowly transitioning from rubbing your clit to gently prodding at your hole while he began to lick at suck and your bud. “Fuckfuckfuck—!" The blonde couldn’t help but whine at your noises, subconsciously beginning to rub himself against your bed as he feasted on your pussy.

Near scalding tears started to trail down from your eyes as you suddenly felt a knot begin to form in the out of your gut, something that Sam keenly tuned into as he felt your cunt begin to twitch even more.

Oh no, he thought. He wouldn’t let your first time be on his fingers, with the way your pussy was practically crying. He knew you wouldn’t be satisfied cumming on just his fingers! As Sam slowly pulled his mouth away from you…his tongue already mourning the loss of your taste as his fingers began to slow down in their gentle prodding. He knew your first time cumming with him had to be on his cock. “S-Sam…?” You breathlessly whispered in confusion as you steadily came down from the fogginess of pleasure, beginning to frown in disappointment as you realized the blonde had stopped in devouring your pussy.

"Why—" Your words were interrupted by your own surprised yelp when Sam had suddenly tugged you closer to the end of the bed before he stood up to tug off his shirt and pull down his pants, revealing his already leaky hard cock that almost looked as if it were painful. It throbbed as Sam angled himself closer to your entrance, his eyes clouded over with lust as he pressed you into a mating press, your knees threatening to touch your shoulders as you hissed at the somewhat uncomfortable position.

“Please,” Sam begged. “Let me fuck you, I-I can’t wait anymore—“ You both moaned in unison when Sam rubbed himself against the folds of your cunt, some of your juices sticking onto his cock and leaving behind a glossy sheen that only made him want to plunge himself inside of you even more. “Please.” He begged again. “I promise to be gentle! I-I’ll do anything, just let me…” Your mouth slightly dropped at how needy he was being, without a single lick of shame as he only rubbed his cock against you even harder, the mushroom tip of his cock beginning to gently hit your clit and thus making you even needier in return.

You answered with a nod of your head. “Okay…” You whispered.” “Fuck me..please—" He didn’t allow you a chance to finish begging as the second he heard your consent, he already started to slowly press his cock into you. Sam groaned at the tightness of your virgin cunt, the way it clenched and throbbed around every single inch as if your very body was just as eager for him as he was for you, was making his mind spin. When you had made a noise of pain however…Sam was all too quick to rush to begin gently rubbing at your still-aching clit. “S-So tight…” He murmured as he looked down to where your cunt was currently ducking him in. “Relax.” He urged you.

You grabbed at his biceps with a hiss. “Can’t…” You whispered. “…Too big.” Sam laughed cockily at your words as he increased the pace of how he rubbed your clit, the feeling of your pussy beginning to loosen up a little allowing him to sink the rest of his dick in until he was finally at the base. The two of you remained still for a time, simply enjoying the feeling of being one with each other as well as looking each other over. Sam thought you looked ethereal.

The way your eyes moved from looking at him to looking somewhere else was so cute. As if you were still embarrassed, even though he was balls deep inside of you! The way your cunt squeezed him as if it didn’t want him to ever leave…the memory of your moans from mere minutes ago and how you begged.

His mouth fell open to let out a whispered yet pleading call of your name as he rolled his hips into you, your eyes suddenly going wide at the amount of pleasure you felt. “Feels good, baby?” Sam snickered as he leaned his head down even further until both of your foreheads were touching one another. You huffed at how cocky and bold he was being. “…You dog.” You murmured.

His eyes widened. “What?”

Your eyebrow rose slightly. “I-I called you a dog.” You repeated, afraid that you had accidentally offended him in some way. “That’s what you’re being! A dog—Shit!” Suddenly Sam had thrust into you once again, with even more force and vigor until he had quickly found a pace in which to fuck you at. Lewd slapping noises filled the bedroom, the sticky sound of your juices sticking onto the front of Sam’s thighs making you clench around him even more as you grabbed his arms in hopes of grounding yourself. “C-Call me that again,” Sam said in between his panting and moaning.

“C-Call you what—Oooohh!”

“T-That…” He stuttered as if he were afraid you’d look at him strangely if he were to recall the word from seconds ago.

Thankfully, you had managed to remember it before you had lost the ability to have a single coherent thought. “A dog—Ah!” That single harsh thrust inside of you was confirmation enough as one of your hands rushed to grab the back of Sam’s head as you tilted your head up, your moans growing even louder as the feeling of a prominent vein along Sam’s cock rubbed the walls of your cunt, drool beginning to dribble down the side of your mouth. “Fuuuucccckkk—!” You whined as the knot from earlier began to make a reappearance. “Y-You dog!” You started to say. “Dirtydirtydirty—Sam!”

A pussy drunk smile crept onto his face, matching the lovesick look in Sam’s eyes as his whines only increased in pitch at the way you referred to him as a dirty dog. And that’s exactly what he was, a dog, for you and only you. “Let’s-Let’s cum together pleasepleaseplease…cum with me.” He begged. Sam pressed an sloppy kiss to your lips before pressing another to your cheek and then to the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping around your torso to pull you onto his dick even harder as the sound of his balls violently slapping against your pussy nearly drowned out your shared moans.

His balls began to draw up tighter, his approaching orgasm rushed along even faster as your cunt seemed to ‘milk’ him for his cum. Clenching and unclenching almost as if it were begging for his cum. “Fuck…” The blonde moaned against your ear. “Your cunt is so dirty Y/N—can you feel it? How your pretty pussy is begging for my cum?” He continued dazedly.

You moaned at his words, your face burning hotter in a combination of listening to his words and your orgasm peaking ever closer until—your pussy clamped impossibly tight around him, a hoarse moan tearing from your throat as you threw your head back to let it out to the ceiling. The feeling of your pussy getting so tight to the point it was almost impossible for him to move…sucking him even harder for his cum made Sam shoot ropes of his hot cum with a choked-up yell of your name, his arms hugging you even tighter as he tried to ride out the waves of pleasure without passing out on top of you.

As he stilled against you, the sound of heavy panting the only thing that could be heard within the dark bedroom…you were the first one to come down from your high with a more than satisfied drawn-out sigh. “Yoba…” You whispered as you ran your fingers through Sam’s slightly damp hair, gasping when Sam thrusted inside of you once more before pulling out.

You whined at the loss…only for the heat of lust to be immediately rekindled at the love-struck look in the blonde’s eyes, one that burned more clearly than before. “L-Let’s go again!” He said.

“I want you…again and again and again. Please?”

Alex

At the risk of some people disagreeing with this take—I feel like Alex would definitely have a thing for being the first person to take away your virginity.

While he enjoys friendly competition, he doesn't like it when it comes to you.

Although he's not so immature to be jealous of you having previous partners before meeting him, the idea of them not having fucked you yet both excites him and makes them question if they were crazy!

But to stay focused on the topic of him being your first exciting him? He's definitely pulling out all the stops to make that you not only, never think of fucking anyone else but him for the rest of your life. But to also make you braindead on his dick as a little "gift" from him to you!

If you're going to fuck him, he might as well introduce you to what he's going to regularly do to you during the time you both are together!

♡ - "S-Shit...!" You moaned at the top of your lungs as you gripped Alex's pillow with all the strength your poor brain could get your body to muster up in lieu of you being fucked dumb on Alex's dick.

The steps leading up to this encounter were simple. For the last few months, the two of you had been getting along well and had been flirting heavily with one another constantly! One moment it be the two of you casually playing gridball with one another, laughing and joking in the process while Alex occasionally talked about his goals and aspirations, while another? You'd both be on the beach late at night, giving each other chaste kisses on the cheek.

Therefore...when you had told Alex that you were a virgin—he nearly didn't believe it.

You were so confident with every flirtation you made towards him, meeting every one-liner he'd dish out with one of your own, followed by a lewd word or two! It took Alex having to hear from you that he was your first...everything really, in the romantic sense that is, for him to truly believe what you were saying. Though, it was easy to be that much more of a believer with the way you were going cross-eyed right now as he drilled his cock into your ass, your legs flailing wildly as you had no choice but to take everything that he gave you.

You were usually so confident...so sure of your words and actions, but as Alex smirked in your face, one of his hands pinned both of your wrists down above your head while the other roamed around on your body. He couldn't help but enjoy and maybe even prefer this side of you a little bit more! The side of you that moaned and whined like a slut as your leaky cock slapped your stomach repeatedly. "Guess you really are a virgin, huh?" Alex laughed, speaking more to himself rather than you. "You should see your face...y' can't handle what I'm giving you? You were sooooo confident earlier."

Another fit of laughter shook his chest when he felt your asshole clench tighter in response. "A-Alexxxx...!" You drawled out dumbly. Your vision was unfocused and blurry with unshed tears, the feeling of Alex's girthy cock as he stretched out your hole and stabbed at your prostate repeatedly threatening to make you scream your very lungs out. You would've egged him on sooner if you knew that you were going to be fucked sooooo good, each drag of his veiny cock against your virgin walls making your cock throb and twitch as you all-too quickly began to feel your first orgasm quickly approach.

Alex watched how your moans began to heighten in pitch with every thrust, how your cock leaked more and more of your pre-cum until you could've been mistaken for a faulty faucet. As much as he loved how your mouth was formed into an addicting 'O' shape, the way your cock bobbed up and down every time he plunged into you borderline hypnotic as he struggled between your cock and your face as to what he wanted to focus on...he didn't want the fun to end so soon.

Besides, he intent on making sure that he was the only one you'd be fucking for the rest of your life. Giving you an orgasm in a plain ol' missionary position was something you'd easily forget about!

And with that thought floating around in the forefront of his mind, Alex suddenly pulled out of you just as you teetered the line of your orgasm, cruelly stealing away your pleasure and effectively blue-balling you as he sneered at the way your cockdrunk expression slowly shifted into one of confusion then a look as if you were about to pout and cry at any second. "W-What the fuck, man?!" You loudly shouted to Alex. "I was soooo close, what are you doing—"

"C'mon—" The brunette clicked his tongue before he suddenly grabbed your arm and helped you stand up. In one swift motion, you found yourself hoisted into Alex's arms and your legs tightly wrapped around his waist, your eyes wide as confusion continued to float around inside your head. "—You really didn't think that I'd let you have your first orgasm in a boring position, did you?"

You cocked your brow with a grumble. 'Did it really matter?' You thought. All you knew was that you wanted to be fucked again, as soon as possible, that thought encouraging you to begin rubbing your ass against Alex's cock, the poor thing hanging from its own weight. "Just get back to fucking me, Alex." You pouted.

"Not with that tone, make it sound like you want it." He said.

Your eye twitched with annoyance. "You asshole...just—Fuck!" Without warning, Alex slammed you down onto his cock, knocking every the very breath from your lungs before he swiftly started up a brutal pace as he thrust up into your needy hole. "Y' seriously gonna be a bitch when I'm the one fucking the words outta you?" Alex grunted as his grip around your waist tightened even more, further aiding him in being able to make you take his cock alllll the way down to the base and up again. "If you're gonna act like you don't want me fucking you stupid...then unwrap your legs from around me."

His smirk only grew when you threw your head back instead to let out a symphony of cries, his name mixed in with your moans to create a delicious pattern of you crying out for him to give you more, as well as trying to get him to slow down. Even when the last thing you wanted was for him to slow down. "Alex...!" You hiccuped. "AlexAlexAlex..." You whined. "Yoba—" The brunette brought you down to the base of his dick particularly harshly when he heard you cry out for Yoba, his already present smirk growing even more.

Your throat was beginning to grow sore from all the crying you were doing, your nails threatening to make Alex's shoulders bleed from how you were scratching at them in a futile attempt to ground yourself and keep yourself from going insane because of his girthy dick, the way the tip pushed into your prostate making you see stars behind your eyes while the only word your brain could come with was Alex's name. "G-Gonna cum..." You whined as you shakily managed to lift your head to look at Alex, the way tears dripped down your face in combination with the way you were so red he could've confused you for an apple making Alex's cock throb inside your hole. "L-Let me cum...don't stop...!" You continued.

"Shit." He whispered, jerking your body closer before he slammed your lips to his own. He swallowed up every moan and gasp that tried to escape, his own breath hitching up in his throat as he felt his climax begin to approach. He hissed in pain as your nails dug into him even further, forcing himself to keep his eyes open to watch your expressions as he felt your asshole tighten around his cock more and more until you screamed into his mouth. Ropes and ropes of your milky white cum shot out from your cock, plastering onto your stomach and chest while some managed to get onto himself as well, when Alex finally released your lips, a single string of spit keeping the two of you together...how could he not praise you for cumming soooo well from how he fucked you??

"Fuck baby, that was a good one wasn't it?" He softly moaned, his pace beginning to stutter. "Next time I'll have to fuck you in front of a mirror...wonder if you'll cum even harder from that..." Your cock gave one last valiant jump at the idea, proof that you were somewhat still listening although you moaned and gasped weakly from building overstimulation. Alex pressed one last deep kiss to your lips before he suddenly stilled against you, a deep groan spilling from his lips, trying his best to keep ahold of his mind as he spilled himself inside of your ass. The warmth of his cum sparking some bit of thought back into your mind as you managed the strength to look back at Alex with a hazy look in your eyes.

"...S-So much." You murmured, feeling some of Alex's cum begin to escape from your asshole. That is, until he pulled out, more of his seed pouring from your gaping hole just as Alex gently laid you back on the bed. "When you don't look as if you're on the verge of passing out at any second—" He stopped briefly to place a kiss on your forehead. "—We can take a bath together." He chuckled. You couldn't help but smile giddily, almost too quickly nodding your head with a laugh.

"Sure."

Harvey

Weirdly clinical about it.

Ngl, I feel like he'd be asking you all sorts of questions as if you were at your yearly physical. Hell, I'll even sprinkle in the idea that he'll be asking whether or not you've had previous partners or not (even though he'd probably already know assuming you two are dating, he'd ask just to make double-sure)

But, as clinical as he is, nothing beats actual experience.

Something that he doesn't have lol so the two of you would be going in completely blind.

Essentially the blind leading the blind, shrew style.

♡ - "Are...are you really sure you want your first time to be with me?" Harvey asked for the umpteenth time as he struggled to unhook your bra.

You had half a mind to start laughing at how nervous he was, the usually calm and collected doctor nearly blushing his way into a nosebleed at the fact he was going to see and feel the same pair of tits he had been feeling for two years up to this point, back when you two were still just "doctor and patient"! When you had told him you were a virgin (something that he already knew when he talked about your health during your physicals), and that you had no experience outside of using a dildo from time to time, Harvey wasted no time to reassure you by telling you that he was a virgin as well.

Every move he made, every stumble or stutter in his words...it made his earlier statement that much more clear.

Not that you minded much, of course. "Are—Are you sure I'm doing this right? It won't come off—" You giggled at the way he fumbled with your bra, deciding to give him a little mercy via unhooking the piece of clothing for him before tossing it somewhere in the room to be forgotten. At the sight of your bare breasts however, the poor doctor could almost shame himself for the way his cock immediately started to strain against his boxers at the sight of your bare tits. The way they softly rose and fell per your breath, your nipples, and the traces of birthmarks here and there.

Everything about you was utterly breathtaking, and he almost cursed at himself for making him endure without this sight for so long under the guise of wanting to retain his professionalism. Yet, when you had placed that kiss on his cheek earlier tonight...asked if he wanted to come home with you, all thoughts of professionalism flew out the window without a second thought— "You're so cute, Harvey." You complimented him.

His eyes darted back up to your face. "Me?" He asked as if you had spoken another language all of a sudden.

You nodded your head. "You act as if you're too nervous to touch me," You said teasingly.

You were right, he thought. He was too nervous; everything felt like it had happened in a single blur. One moment he was at his office, enjoying every kiss you placed on his cheek, the next he was walking you back to your farm, and then before he even realized it? He was in your bed! Looking at you with all the awe that he could possibly hold in his brown gaze, while his heart felt as if it was going to thump straight out of his chest. "It's...It's all happening so soon." Harvey finally admitted after taking a few much-needed moments to catch his breath. You flinched ever so slightly, suddenly scared that you had accidentally made the man of your dreams uncomfortable.

You then scooted back ever so slightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't—"

"Nononono!" He interrupted you. "You're not making me uncomfortable, I just..." He trailed off, searching for his next words as he slowly reached forward to take one of your hands into his own. "...I wanna do this, just—just let me go at my pace..." Harvey began to gently rub his thumbs over the top of your hand, the poor doctor giving you the sweetest puppy eyes, leaving you no choice but to agree, even though you never had a mind to disagree in the first place. You then placed your free hand onto the top of his own. "We'll go as slow as you need." You reassured him.

After your words, the two of you sat in silence for a few minutes to bask in each other's words.

In comparison to your slow and steady breaths, Harvey's breath was as quick as a hummingbird's heartbeat, only just beginning to slow down as he continued to sit still and hold your hand until he finally found the courage to initiate a kiss to your lips. Although featherlight, hardly a hint of force behind the act, as Harvey steadily scooted himself closer to you, grabbed your arms with his hands as he further settled into the kiss...you could almost feel the hunger behind that innocent peck on the lips. With how shy Harvey was in the moment, you weren't so oblivious as to not have noticed the ways Harvey looked at you prior to this moment.

You saw how, whenever you'd visit the clinic with a low v-neck, his eyes would struggle to stay on your face. Or when he'd examine an injury, his hands would linger in certain areas of your body, or how he'd seem a little more red in the face than normal while performing such exams. "...May I touch you more?" Harvey whispered against your lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to look you in the eye to better focus on your answer.

When you muttered out an eager yet whispered 'Yes'. Harvey's hands were already moving to slink a finger down into your still-present underwear. Gently prodding and touching the area just above your sex while you slowly found the courage to touch him in turn, your hand placed itself on his chest, letting it linger for but a moment before it slid down to his boxers. When your hand grazed over his bulge, Harvey pulled himself back all of a sudden, his eyes hooded as he looked at you. "Y/N..." He murmured, trying to keep his mind unfogged long enough to be able to gently begin grazing the tip of his thumb over your clit.

You felt yourself getting wetter as you responded to the light touches. But, your gaze was focused on how a small dark patch began to appear on Harvey’s boxers as you continued to tease and play with him, especially when you began to rub your palm back and forth over his covered cock. “Don’t…tease.” He whispered, the sound of his begging so cute that you just wanted to hear it again and again and again. But, with Harvey being more nervous than you were…you’d give him a break.

You watched how Harvey’s eyes fluttered when you slipped your hand into his boxers, his cock throbbing so much in response to your touch that you thought it might’ve been painful! However, the doctor looked anything but in pain. “Want me to ride you?” You offered.

Harvey's eyes snapped open a little more. "I haven't prepared you fully—" You quietly hushed him as you tugged off his boxers, his painfully hard cock slapping against his stomach. "Do I really need to be? I wanna feel you." You murmured quietly, trying to coax him along with your plan via enticing him by peppering kisses along his collarbone. Quiet moans left his lips, his head looking off to the side as if he were struggling between keeping his mind out of the lustful or simply going along with your idea! It wasn't that bad of a plan—no.

Quickly, Harvey stopped you by grabbing your chin between his index and thumb, gently lifting your head to look at him. "No." He whispered. "I...I don't want to hurt you—Oh..." You ripped his words of warning away when your hand came to gently stroke Harvey's cock. You'd oblige him this time, but...if you couldn't have your fun immediately, you'd gladly take it another way by making the doctor cum first before you! "Guess I'll have to have fun some other way, huh?" You giggled. You pressed another kiss to his collarbone and then his chin, before moving to spit on the tip of Harvey's dick.

He shuddered at the sight as his head slowly looked down to see your ministrations on him, the way you gently stroked him up and down, lewd slick noises beginning to emit from your actions, he couldn't help the way his cock began to ooze more pre-cum at what you were doing! It was borderline hypnotic, the pleasure from your hand alone making his mind already wander as to what your pussy must've felt like in comparison!

Heaven. Pure heaven.

"So vocal, Harvey~" You praised him as more moans fell from his lips. "This feels good?" He weakly nodded his head, struggling to keep his eyes open and focused on you. "W-What about...you?"

"Im fine," You smiled. "Your voice alone is enough to get me off—" Were your last words before you dipped your head to lick at Harvey's cock, the feeling of your tongue swirling around his cockhead...the feeling of your spit dripping down the length of him and down to his balls, drove him to nearly want to cry from how good he felt. "S-Sensitive...feels so hood..." Harvey whined, struggling to keep his hips from jerking up into your mouth.

You hummed around his dick, the feeling of your hum reverberating around his dick making his head fall back before he couldn't hold himself back from his lips forming into an 'O' shape, his eyes screwing shut even tighter as tears began to bead hois eye line. "F-Fuck...!" He whimpered. "Y/N...h-honey, I—Feels sooooo good." You felt yourself getting wetter at the sounds of his whines, unable to stop yourself from bucking into the bed, much less your groans that only furthered Harvey along to his approaching orgasm. In the throes of his pleasure, however, he couldn't help but feel bad about the fact that he couldn't pleasure you the same way you were pleasuring him!

Too many times had he dreamt about your cunt, about what your juices would taste like on his tongue and the sounds you'd make while he ate you out, about whether or not you'd teach him exactly how you wanted to touch. "C-Cumming...please—" You briefly took your mouth off of him with a dirty 'pop' to look him in the eye with a smirk. "Where do you wanna cum baby? My mouth or my face?" You smirked before you sank your lips back onto him.

"Y-Your mouth..." You moaned at his words, feeling his cock jump in your mouth as you decided to encourage him even more by massaging his balls. Harvey cracked open his eyes to look at you, his face contorted in pleasure as his chest heaved up and down from his impending climax, and his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. "C-Cumming...!" Harvey said breathlessly to the air before you felt ropes of hot cum shoot from his cock, spilling into your mouth and threatening to overflow from you with how much there was.

You let Harvey's cock continue to twitch and throb inside your mouth, letting him ride out his drawn out orgasm as his cock grew soft in your mouth. "Y/N..." He moaned. "L-Let me rest," He said. "I can—"

"You're so sweet, Harvey," You praised once you had gulped down his essence and took your lips from him, wiping your mouth with the back of your arm. "You don't have to pay me back~ I loved every second." Harvey blushed even fiercer at your words, although you said otherwise...as soon as he recovered his strength, he swore that he would pay you back via an orgasm of your own.

Shane

Calm outwardly but excited as all hell inwardly.

The moment you tell him that you've never had sex before, he's having flashbacks of all the sex moves he's done throughout the years to figure out which one he wants you to experience first.

Spoiler: he's definitely encouraging you to ride him so he can warm you up to the saucier moves in the future

Also, since Shane used to play gridball— I'm going to headcanon that the man used to be a player in his heyday.

Definitely popular with the ladies as all jocks are and knows how to use his fingers and tongue for a nasty combo move.

But all in all? He'd try his best to contain his excitement, for as eager as he is to finally be with you intimately, he doesn't want to scare you or potentially ruin your first time with him!

♡ - "Yoba...your cunt is tasty."

You groaned as Shane murmured that filthy compliment into your cunt as he ate you out, your thighs pinned to your stomach while your legs were thrown over his shoulders, forcing you into a mean position where you had no choice but to endure every single second of his tongue alternating between lapping away at your juices and flicking your click. All the while, his fingers plunged in and out of your sopping pussy.

When you had told Shane that you were a virgin, despite his otherwise calm reaction to it, you could've sworn that you saw hearts appear in the depths of his eyes! He all too quickly rushed you away from the saloon, where you both had a date, and back to your farmhouse, where the two of you wouldn't be disturbed. And, before you know it? You were thrown on the bed, your pants tossed somewhere else in the room, before you felt Shane dive into your pussy. "Shannneeee—" You moaned at the top of your lungs as your hands weakly pushed at his shoulders, trying to get some type of break from being tongue-fucked brainless.

The local drunk's plan was simple, and had become even clearer in his mind when he finally had you alone and alllll to himself.

As much as he wanted to fuck you on his cock, after all...you were such an innocent thing and a sick part of him wanted to break you in via making you take all his girthy dick down to the base. Throughout the walk home, he asked what you had and hadn't done, and you hadn't even so much as allowed yourself to feel what a dildo felt like inside of you! All you knew was how to rub your needy, aching little clit!

The least he could do was introduce you to what it felt like to cum multiple times on a man's tongue, allow you to be so far up in the clouds of pleasure before he gave you his dick. "S-Shane!" You cried out again, snapping him from his thoughts before he took his tongue away from your clit to look at you, a dirty smirk plastered on his face as he continued to fuck your cunt with his fingers. "Sorry, babe...wasn't listenin'. What is it?" He smirked, the sight of him cocking his head to the side making your cunt clench even tighter around his fingers.

"C-Close...!" You whined. "Feels weird...l-like something's coming!"

He rolled his eyes at your words before he dived back into his meal, focusing his tongue on licking the folds of your cunt, starting from your clit and back down to your needy hole. He hardly noticed your whines and moans growing higher and higher in pitch, how your hands suddenly squeezed his shoulders like a vice before— you suddenly gushed on his face. The sudden spurt of your warm juices tore him from his hungry trance of your pussy, his head shooting up from your sex as he marveled at the sight of you squirting. When you had finally stopped...your pussy clenching and unclenching rapidly as your breath seemed to get choked-up in your throat while your chest heaved up and down...Shane pressed a deep, lingering kiss to your inner thigh with a smirk. "Gooooodddd fucking girl." Shane praised you.

You sleepily raised your head, tears of pleasure flowing down your face as you looked at Shane with a pleasure-drunk expression. "F-Fuck..." You whispered breathlessly. "F-Feel so good...Shane—"

"Clearly," Shane smirked. "Didn't think y' were a squirter." He said as he gently began to graze your still-throbbing clit with his thumb, eliciting a squeaky whine from your throat. "Sensitive—Ah..." The thought grew louder and louder in his mind, the memory of you squirting on his face seconds prior making his cock throb harder than it ever had in his entire life. As much as he wanted to fuck you...to test whether or not you'd squirt just as hard or harder on his fat dick next...he had to taste you, just one more time before he gave you a little reprieve. "Wanna see if you can squirt again for me, baby?"

Your eyes grew wide. "Don't—Don't think I can..." You moaned. "Too—Fuck!" He interrupted you via licking a fat stripe up your cunt, tearing the words straight from your throat before he had begun sucking your clit like he had from earlier, his fingers once again plunging into your pussy with a purpose before you had resumed screaming your poor lungs out. "Yeahhhhh" Shane moaned into your pussy as little jets of your juices spurted from your cunt as you quickly felt your orgasm began to peak once again.

Your legs began to kick and flail as, yet again, the knot in the pit of your gut grew impossibly, almost painfully tight in the wake of your orgasm. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck—!" You wailed as you shoved at your lover. "S-Shane...!" You whined. Shane groaned against your pussy as he continued to thrust his tongue in and out of your cunt, his fingers slipping from your pussy to begin rubbing tight figure eight's into your clit as he could feel your orgasm approaching upon his tongue. Your pussy clenched and unclenched around him, your grip upon his shoulders began to get weaker and weaker and your wails of pleasure, a mixture of wanting him to go faster and wishing for him to go slower, beginning to turn into pitiful soft moans as you begged for something you already had.

Him.

And he'd continue to fuck your cunt for as long you continued to cry out his name like a mantra. "Keep going...please...k-keep going—don't stop!" You whined as your juices began to flow down Shane's chin, mixing in with his stubble as he urged for you to cum on his face once more. "Won't stop—" He mouthed into your pussy. "Won't ever stop...cum around my tongue baby...you've got it." His praise was all you needed to let go as you threw your head back to let out a soundless scream, your cunt spurting out of your juices once more around and into Shane's mouth as he drank all of your essence down, nary leaving a single drop as black dots began to fill your vision from the force of your orgasm.

You could hardly hold onto your consiousness for a second longer until Shane gave you mercy and took his face from your aching cunt, once he had his fill. "That was a good one...maybe better than the last—" He licked his mouth like a dog would like his chops after a meal, staring at your gaping pussy for a few moments longer before his eyes darted up to your face. He would've had a mind to let you have a break, especially with the way he saw how you were struggling to stay awake right now!

But...when one of your hands shakily came to rest on his shoulder, silently begging him for more as you dared to egg him on via smirking at him. How could he resist the way his cock twitched painfully now?

"K-Keep going...fuck my pussy," You begged. "Just like you fucked my pussy with y-your mouth and fingers...!"

Bonus! Jio

Okay, as much as I LOUDLY believe otherwise—

Canon-wise, the man is a virgin through and through. 😔

He's never been interested in anyone romantically before or sexually, and coupled with his lifestyle as a ninja, plus Belinda shooing him away from the topic of romance?

It sets the stage for him not to have the opportunity to gain any experience in the world of horizontal tango.

That being said, though—HE'S NOT STUPID???

I feel like for his and your first time, he's really in tune as to what makes you feel good. He'll listen in on what makes you moan the loudest, what makes you say his name the sweetest etc. etc.

Therefore, with how well he fucks you with his cock and how good he angles it to your most pleasurable spots, it'll have you swearing up and down that he's not a virgin.

And who managed to have sex with him before you did

♡ - "Fuucckkkk—!" You drawled out, completely and utterly cockdrunk as you were fucked against the wall of your home, your front pressed against the wall while Jio pulled your ass onto his cock.

The tension between the two of you had grown to a breaking point finally.

A point where the two of you could hardly ignore the chemistry between each other any longer before you—well...Jio had finally decided to do something about it, per your constant teasing and the way you'd lay out breadcrumbs that you wanted to get to know him wayyyyy better than you did currently. Even if you were a virgin...the heat of your lust made you blind to the fact that you didn't know a single clue about what to do with a man. Much less how to please a cock, however, despite Jio sharing the fact that he was a virgin himself...he assured you plenty that he was fine with taking the reins.

But, with how loudly he was making you scream...you had your doubts as to whether or not he was truly a virgin himself.

Jio tsked as he listened to your unabashed moans, his fingers beginning to grip your waist even tighter. "So loud," He said, almost as if he were reprimanding your cries, though you knew it was the opposite. "Even as you're being fucked in the cabin where anyone of the cult could come in...you still have no shame?" The elf chuckled when you clenched even tighter around his dick in response.

"C-Can't..." You whined, your nails threatening to make scratch marks into the wood as your mind barely help onto being able to formulate a single coherent sentence. "Y' feel too good..." You drawled out. You gasped when you felt Jio's dick throb inside of you, the two prominent veins along the side of his dick dragging against your walls, adding onto the pleasure that you already felt besides the way the tip of his cock pressed into your g-spot repeatedly without fail. "Y-You sure y' a virgin?" You asked dumbly.

He rolled his eyes in response, deciding to not give you an answer as he pressed his front to your back, rolling his hips into your dripping cunt even deeper as even more whines left your throat. Jio wouldn't repeat himself twice; it was already embarrassing enough that he admitted such a thing to you! But...thankfully, he wasn't stupid, he knew how to listen and adjust per the situation, and according to the noises you made...it told him to not stop. As his hands trailed up and down your body, his fingers eventually coming to dance around your cunt, teasingly poking at your clit. He chuckled next to your ear when he heard you whine in frustration.

"J-Just...touch me." You begged.

"Have patience," Jio said despite the fact he touched you anyway, his index and middle finger slowly rubbing your clit up and down as he groaned at the sound of your delicious moans, every whimper and whine you made in response to the way he fucked you, making him throb even harder inside of you. "You should learn to indulge in the wait, the build-up before your climax Y/N..." The elf gently whispered to you as his thrusts slowed down even more, tears beginning to burn your eyeline as the fact that you'd have to wait even longer for your orgasm settled deep within you.

In the back of your mind, however, you already knew that it had to have been some type of 'get-back' for the fact that you've always teased him prior to now! "Accidentally" pushing yourself back against him when the two of you were too close to one another, dropping seductive hints when the two of you were alone, and he happened to pay a visit—you saw the way he looked at you as if you were a meal he wanted to devour but couldn't on par of his loyalties to his cult.

"We have all night together Y/N...enough time for me to get back at you for all the teasing you did to me."

[mxnhoo]

soft spot (p. sh)

✎ park sunghoon x reader genre established relationship, reader and sunghoon's first relationship, confession, dancing in the rain, kissing in the rain, fireworks, reader is like painfully awkward at times, hoon is SUCH a gentleman omg?, play fighting, fluff, romance, picnic date, passionate kissing, lots of teasing, not proofread cos im lazy warnings vivid kissing description(?), nothing much word count 2.7k cly's note MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE. i am genuinely proud of myself for writing this in one-sitting since my attention span back then only allowed me to write like 500 words in one-sitting. WRITING THIS MADE ME GIGGLE SO MUCH so i hope it makes yall giggle too, hope yall enjoy (ps i just realised this fic is lowk similar to my riki fic "falling")

now playing soft spot — keshi

You nervously fidgeted, rubbing your fingers as you stared at the carpet, anticipating to the doorbell sound as you sat on your couch. It was 2 minutes to 7pm, the timing that Sunghoon said he'd pick you up at you place. You've only started dating Sunghoon a few months ago, and you were each other's firsts and it made it difficult between the two of you, and even awkward at times. You knew that you liked him, and that he liked you, but he especially had a hard time showing it to you and it even made you question the relationship at times, but you decided to just give it time.

You stood up to your feet, walking to the body mirror that was nearby and checking your appearance. You'd dressed up in a cute dress and accessories that Sunghoon had bought for you. You'd also put on make-up to make yourself extra pretty for him and yourself. You didn't know why you felt so nervous — this wasn't your first date with him — but you still felt the same way as the first time you saw him, all nervous and wanting to impress him at all times.

As you adjusted your hair slightly, a loud doorbell rang causing you to snap your neck to the door immediately. As you made your way to the door, you mentally prepared yourself to see Sunghoon, wanting to make sure that you were perfect in his eyes. Your heart raced as you slowly twisted the knob, opening the door and being met with your man.

God, he never failed to stun you with how handsome he looked everytime you meet him. He had his hair slicked back, making his facial features more prominent and he was pursing his lips, looking at you nervously. He was wearing a suit that you'd never seen before, and he had his arms behind his back, probably hiding something.

"Hoonie," you greeted, still moonstruck by how ethereal he looked.

"H-hey," he greeted back, clearing his throat and putting his hand forward and revealing the item he's been hiding, "Beautiful flowers for my beatiful woman". He offered a bouquet filled with all your favourite colours, the bright pink and red making the bouquet look alluring. Your heart skipped a beat as you looked at the bouquet, taking it with both of your hands and smelling the flowers.

You'd randomly told him on a random afternoon that you loved the smell of flowers and that bright red and pink flowers always stuck out to you, and here he was, giving you a whole bouquet of them to let you smell them. He remembered the small details about you. It was early into the relationship but you just knew that he'd be the one.

"Thank you, Hoon," you beamed at him, grinning from ear to ear. When he noticed your joyful expression, his heart skipped a beat and the tip of ears grew hot and red. He cleared his throat and broke eye contact for a second, needing a second to recover before holding out his hand, "Shall we?".

He was holding your hand, walking with you on a grassy patch as he led you towards an area. You could see other people having their picnic mats set and them bonding closely together, and you wondered if you and Sunghoon could ever bond that closely together. The place was lit up by fairy lights that were placed all over the park, making the place more heavenly.

You had no idea what you and him were going to do, since he had planned everything out and you had a gist of what it was going to be (a picnic, duh), but you weren't sure how it was going to play out. Was it going to be awkward? Will you interlock hands? Will you.. kiss for the first time?

"What are you thinking about?" Sunghoon questioned, still taking the lead as he brought you closer to a designated area.

"I.. don't know," you panicked and gave a vague answer, not wanting to give yourself away.

As you finished responding, he finally stopped on his tracks in front of a picnic mat that had been nicely set up. It was a large mat with a nice flower design, definitely fitting for the both of you and there was a basket beside a box. There was a small lamp that lit up the area and he turned back to you, giving you a soft smile as he gestured for you to sit down.

You returned a warm smile and sat down, Sunghoon immediately handing you a towel to cover your legs since you were wearing a dress and he didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable. Your heart fluttered at his thoughtfulness, "Thank you".

"How was your day?" he asked, sitting himself down opposite of you, checking the mat to make sure that there weren't too many creases and even-ing it up.

You felt slightly awkward and tensed up, but you still opened up to him, telling him about how you did your work, to different things that you did throughout the day, and you could finally feel yourself feeling more relaxed. Both of you laughters filled the air and you couldn't ask for anything more. After a talking session, your stomach immediately grumbled loudly, causing you to become fully conscious of your actions and feeling awkward again.

"Is my girl hungry?" he teased, smiling brightly and showing off his sharp canines. You immediately felt more at ease that he didn't judge you and you immediately retorted back, loud laughter filling the atmosphere again.

"Check the box," he pointed to the untouched box that was beside the basket, and you looked at him in anticipation, leaning forward to take the box and putting it beside you. You slowly opened it to realise that it had a cake inside. Not any ordinary cake, it was your favourite type — chocolate cake.

"You remembered I love this? Oh my gosh!" you exclaimed, your eyes immediately being lit up as your heart raced from how ecstatic you felt. He chuckled as he opened the basket, handing you over the cake cutter.

Without wasting a second, you immediately cut the cake into a small slice, a perfect serving for him and you placed it on the disposable plate that had already been set on the mat since you got here. You handed the cake over to him and before you could cut another slice for yourself, "Hey, come, take the first bite".

You grinned and you immediately leaned in, opening your mouth and observing how he takes a fork of cake. The fork was approaching your mouth and you were about to eat it until he moved the fork away and placed cream on your nose with his index finger. He burst out into laughter, watching at you stunned state as you try to process what was going on.

"Did you just.." you muttered. "Yup, I did just.."

A second later, you immediately broke out and fought with him, taking a finger of frosting and immediately trying to get it on his face, preferably all over his face, and he only laughed, resisting and avoiding the frosting and tickling you in the process. Other people were probably judging the both of you for how loud and chaotic you were, but the two of you didn't care. It was only you and him in this moment.

You burst out laughing as you finally won and placed frosting on his nose, the same way he did it to you, and you could see frosting on other parts of his face too, like his cheeks and forehead, making you giggle at how adorable he looked. He looked at you satisfied, his hands resting on your waist, and you suddenly snapped back to reality and realised that you were sitting on his lap — straddling him even. Your face immediately turns hot and you turn away, thankful that it was night time so your red face wasn't that obvious. You cleared your throat and covered your mouth with the back of your hand, feeling stiff at how intimate the two of you were.

He caressed your head, slightly massaging your scalp as he looked up at you, "Feeling nervous?". You turned your head back to him but looking everywhere else except his eyes, "N-no! Why would I be nervous?".

He chuckled and he took your hands into his. You panicked, thinking that he would kiss you and you about to freak out until he placed your hand on his chest, being able to feel how fast his heart was racing. "I'm nervous," he confessed, "So nervous I feel like my heart is going to burst". You finally locked eyes with him, noticing his vulnerability in his eyes as he pursed his lips. His chest rose more rapidly, and his eyes flickered to your lips.

You thought you were the only one nervous in this relationship. You thought you were a loser for being this anxious especially since this was also Sunghoon's first ever relationship. You thought that you weren't compatible with him, but it turns out he felt the same way as you, just that he didn't show it. He feels nervous just like you, but he was just better at hiding it.

Your chest began rising rapidly too, unable to form words as you slowly found yourself leaning in towards him. It was like he said, your heart was beating so fast right now as well that it could explode, and your head was spinning. You started to close your eyes and lean in further until you felt a raindrop on your head. You immediately opened your eyes and leaned backwards, looking at the sky and seeing raindrops fall down.

The people who were also having a picnic there made sounds of panic, immediately packing their stuff and rushing for shelter. You thought Sunghoon would panic and run for shelter to, but he didn't move an inch even with the rain starting.

You looked back at him and you could see him just staring at you, moonstruck at how ethereal, gorgeous, alluring you looked at this moment. He tucked a hair behind your ear and tilted his head in awe, almost wishing that this moment would never end.

"Hoon, it's going to rain," you voiced, though he probably already knew that.

"I know, but I just.. If you're okay with it, can we stay here?" a hint of vulnerability and need showed in his voice.

"You're ridiculous! Do you want to fall sick?!"

"Ah.. You're right, I'm sorry, let's g-" "Well I do!"

His smile emerged and his eyes lit up. He placed his hands on your hips and slowly lifted you up, "C'mon, let's get up".

"Huh? Are we leaving?" "No," he answered as you two stood up on your feet, "Let's dance".

You giggled as you watched him offer his hand, "Shall we?". You took his hand and he immediately interlocked hands with yours, placing his other hand on your waist as he guided you. The raindrops continue to pour, drenching the both of you but both of you didn't care. He twirled you around and extended his arm, puling you closer into his chest before the two of you continued dancing.

He rested his forehead on yours, the two of you having your eyes closed as you both moved in sync, taking small steps to the left and right rhythmically. At this point, you two were completely drenched, your hair literally dripping but you were happy to share this moment with your love.

"It's honestly crazy that I'm in this position, dancing with you," he spoke. You were about to respond until he continued.

"I never liked going out with anyone, I never believed in love, I don't like to happen up I don't even like dancing at all, so why am I in this position with you?"

You opened your eyes and you are met with his gaze. He was staring into you intensely.

"Why am I dancing under the rain with you, knowing I'd get sick?"

You knew the answer, but you wanted him to say it himself.

"You keep me up at night, and it's honestly so crazy because I'd never thought that anyone would be capable of making me lose sleep."

"Why are you so different, Y/N? How are you so capable of doing so much to me?"

Your eyes softened as you gave him a pout.

"I've always had trouble expressing myself, but I hope that you know that I love you."

Your eyes widened. He said it. Love. He loves you. Love is a strong word, and you never expected this day to come so soon since the two of you agreed to take it slow.

"I love you too," you immediately whispered with no hesitation.

"What did you say?"

You weren't sure if he was just doing that to make you say it again, or if he actually didn't hear you, but you repeated yourself. "I love you too!"

He yelled, "What did you say?!"

At this point, you knew he was doing it on purpose. You screamed, "I love you so fucking much, Park Sunghoon!"

He laughed out loud and looked satisfied. Your chest tightened as you saw his bright grin, feeling at ease with him. He yelled as well, "I love Y/N L/N so fucking much!".

You both were free to do this without judgement from others, since it was the only the two of you in the middle of the rain.

He continued, "I love her so much that I'd sell my kidneys for her!". You chuckled at the way he expressed himself.

You teased, "A bit much, don't you think?".

He stopped and cupped your cheeks, "I mean it, I really love you so much, Y/N, and I hope you know".

"Me too, Hoon, more than you'd ever know".

The two of you were leaning in until you saw in the corne of your eye something bright popping. The two of you turned and are met with the sight of fireworks. You watched the fireworks in awe with you eyes sparkling and jaw dropped, flabbergasted how beautiful it was.

"That's so pretty!" you exclaimed, feeling elated at the wonderful sight.

"It really is," he whispered. You turned back to him and realised that he wasn't even looking at the fireworks, but at you. His breath hitched for a second when you made eye contact and he gulped before gathering courage.

"Can.. I kiss you? I really want to kiss you."

You chuckled in glee, "You don't even have to ask me".

When he finally got your approval, he brought your face closer to him and clashed your lips together, tilting his head as he desperately kissed you. This wasn't your first kiss together, but all your previous kisses felt stiff and awkward. This kiss, however, was different. This kiss was full of vulnerability and passion. He knew you were the one for him, and he wanted to show you just how much he loved you.

Both of your lips moved in sync, the kiss growing more passionate as the two of you grew more needy. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you brought him impossibly closer, your body pressing against his. He manually tilted your jaw with his hand to help him gain more access to your mouth.

He sneakily slipped his tongue in and you gasped. That was the first time he ever did that, but you weren't complaining at all. His tongue fought with yours for dominance, and when he won, he took the chance to explore your mouth, causing you to moan softly. You could hear his breath hitch as he heard you and he immediately pulled back.

"Did you just.. moan?" he questioned and you immediately felt flustered. "S-shut up!" you fought back, smacking his chest and he only found you adorable.

"Do it again," was the last thing he said before closing the gap between the two of you one more. This kiss was one of the first few passionate and fiery kisses you've ever experienced, and definitely not your last.

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[archangeldyke-all]

Omgggg I love Sevikas and readers little found family with Jinx and Isha. Do you ever think that, over time, Jinx and Isha would pick up on some of their mannerisms, especially Isha 'cause she's so young?

I can just imagine reader having this face she shows when she's disgusted and then one day they're all hanging out and Isha sees something she thinks is disgusting and can copy the face almost exactly.

this is so cute

men and minors dni

even before isha joins your little family, there are certain quirks in jinx that you can easily identify as sevika's. as much as they claim they hated each other before silco's death, sevika was still a pretty big influence on jinx during her formative years.

jinx has learned how to scowl the same way sevika does, and she's nailed sevika's annoyed eye rolls.

the two both refuse to open packaging with scissors or knives-- both tearing into food packages with their teeth.

and, over time, jinx has taken on sevika's eating habits-- swirling all the food on her plate into one mass of mush before eating, claiming 'it helps mix the flavors.' just like sevika does.

but then isha joins your little family, and both her and jinx start picking up on more and more of you and sevika's quirks.

sevika sneezes loud as hell. like, scare the shit out of you loud. it's one of the most annoying things about her, and she can't control it no matter how hard she tries.

so when isha starts sneezing like she's being punted in the stomach, a loud, guttural "AAACH!" coming from the little girl-- you can't help but cackle each and every time. (especially when she manages to scare sevika, because it's so satisfying to watch your wife be on the receiving end of being startled by a loud sneeze.)

every morning, the first thing you do once you wake up (and give sevika her good morning kisses and cuddles) is some quick yoga in the living room. it's nothing fancy-- it's just ten minutes of stretches and yawns-- but it always manages to help you feel awake and ready for the day.

lately, jinx has been joining you.

you'll wander into the living room rubbing sleep out of your eyes, only to find jinx there, sipping a cup of coffee and soaking up the rising sun. you're both wordless as you sit on the floor, stretching and waking up together. jinx copies your movements sometimes, but sometimes she just stretches the way she feels like she needs. the best part is at the very end when you do partnered stretches, the pair of you taking turns to pull one another's arms and stretch each other's legs. it's nice.

isha being nonverbal means she communicates mostly through facial expressions. sevika being a woman of few words also means she communicates mostly through facial expressions. sometimes, it's a little uncanny how similar isha's 'you've got to be shitting me' face is to your wife's. or her 'i'm so excited but i'm trying to play it cool' face. or her 'i'm hungry and tired and unamused.' face.

and one night, as you're drifting off to sleep, sevika leans forward and kisses your forehead. "love you." she whispers. you sleepily scrunch your face, and sevika chuckles. "isha makes the same face when she's sleepin' and i tell 'er that. first time she did it i almost cried-- it's so you."

you force your sleepy eyes open to stare up at your smiling wife. "i really like our family, sev." you mumble.

sevika grins and swoops down to kiss you. "me too, baby." she giggles.

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[myun-saidthoughts]

🥀 Astrology Observations 🥀

🦋 Water house synastry increases or creates co-dependent behaviors

🦋 When dealing with 12th house synastry and unrequited love/dismissive behavior from one person (as the planet person or the person who has more Pisces/12H/Neptune influence) often times, they may struggle with over emphasizing "synchronicities."

Example: Their name randomly pops up on your FYP/Twitter or what not and even though they haven't spoken to you in weeks or months even, falling into a dilemma where you tell yourself this is a "sign" to text them or that they are thinking of you may occur.

Example: If you find yourself constantly checking their social media, you might start interpreting their story posts as covert expressions of their feelings for you. In turn, you might even resort to dropping subtle hints on your own social media, hoping they'll notice and reciprocate the attention.

Example: You may accept the fact that this person no longer thinks of you but they could post one (1) vague story, comment, picture, tweet and if that said post could have *any* relation to you, then a part of you (or all of you) may believe that it's confirmation that they like you again or that they are thinking of you again, regardless of outside or external factors that have happened.

Falling into a delusional hole is likely and unless there are consistent clear and prominent signs or words that they are not thinking of you or that they are interested in someone else, a part of you will fixate and wonder if what they are posting is for you, about you or to you.

🦋 Virgo Moon criticize's themself harder than they criticize others

🦋 Sagittarius Sun + Taurus rising creates a very optimistic, grounding, and stable individual regardless of trauma or hurt. (Needless to say everyone has their breaking point)

🦋 Capricorn Moon men with a water rising + have polarized emotional feelings. They become extremely uncomfortable with feelings yet emotions run high and they could have outburts

🦋 Capricorn Moon individuals have a very harsh relationship with their mother, either she was cold, dismissive, strict or uncommunicative. A part of their soul felt un-nurtured or cared for in a way that they needed.

🦋 Moon square Neptune in a birth chart indicates a mother who struggled(s) with addiction, reality, or with mental health. The tighter the orb the more severe or prominent the mother's behavior was towards the child.

🦋 People with natal 4th/8th/12th or have prominent Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces placements that have harsh aspects towards Neptune/Pluto/Chiron/Lilith may prefer intense water house synastry

🦋 Sagittarius, Virgo + Aquarius in a birth chart can indicate a highly intellectual and intelligent soul. They may have a gift of photographic memory.

🦋 Heavy Libra/Leo/5H placements all give off the same aesthetic in my opinion, very feminine, they attract more than they chase

🦋 Mars oppose/conjunct (sometimes square) Moon + Venus synastry creates intense and obvious attraction between one another, you may experience a heightened desire for intimacy with them, possibly leading to an increase in your usual level of sexual expression; especially if you are objectively very attracted to them.

🦋 Mars conjunct/oppose ascendant synastry can create jealousy or dislike towards the ascendant person if both parties are the same sex. (Especially if there has been one awkward encounter where Mars's confidence was affected because of Mars's own personal core wounds)

🦋 Leo Moon/Venus need their partner to show them off. Their partner has to openly and loudly claim them, not in an annoying or suffocating way but in a way where they feel instantly validated or wanted; to the point where everyone naturally notices

🦋 Scorpio/Pisces + Neptune aspecting the MC/ASC) rising's have similar facial features

I've noticed that Scorpio + Neptune aspecting the MC/ASC can creates that emo aesthetic (also heavy Pisces individuals as well can fall into that aesthetic too)

🦋 Jupiter in the 8H indicates your family (or others around you, people/partners) has or have had wealth, whether that be from your/their parents, grandparents, and so forth.

🦋 Malefic planets like Pluto's or benefic planets like Jupiter placed in the 2H/8H house showcases dealing with an extreme theme when it comes to money; in some point of life

Pluto in the 2H/8H showcases extremities of having money then losing it all, becoming obsessed with money, or receiving high sums of money and becoming careless with it; power trips could occur where you can't be given your money because of higher authorities or officials (2H) or because of family issues with tax documents and trusts (8H) etc. Truly the themes here that can manifest are endless and as always aspects/full natal charts paint the better picture.

🦋 11H Moon individual's give so much to their friendships, it's as if no matter how many times they get burned by someone, their soul still asks and searches for a the kind of friend they are.

(Bonus if they have 12H placements too then the search for authentic, considerate and kind souls feel like a never ending battle that they keep losing too and no matter how many times they feel burned they still keep searching)

🦋 Moon conjunct Pluto in a composite chart creates the same intensity as 8th House/Pluto synastry; the relationship can't be light.

🦋 5H synastry increases the chances of partying with one another. You may see them out often or make plans that involve the night life/parties. Childlike fun behaviors can also occur and with one another energies are lifted and there is no negativity.

🦋 With past life connections: when you are with them, 1 hour feels like 10 minutes; before you know it 6 hours pass and you don't even realize it.

🦋 Heavy Aries placements (especially Sun or rising + chart ruler) tend to prioritize the gym and their body. Working out comes so natural to them.

[dooberific]

❝ 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘗𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘐𝘵'𝘭𝘭 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 ❞

harumasa x afab!reader

genre: slightly suggestive, we are back on the boy failure train

summary: reciprocity is the key to keeping all 'professional' relationships afloat

wc: 1.3k

note: I’m working on the requests submitted (plus my own ideas) and will have them queued to post over the next week or so! Thanks for the love ❤️

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You drawled as you propped up on your elbows, sunglasses tipping down your nose with a grin. 

The waves that rolled into Port Elpis had made for a perfect slow, rocking motion for a nap in the sunshine. It would have been a shame to not take advantage of it you had thought as you shimmied out of your top and stretched out across the deck of your boat. 

It was a sun kissed day in heaven in your book, the gentle crank of your fishing pole and the distant song of the gulls working their magic to lull you into a state of peace until you heard the telltale thump of feet down the pier in your direction. 

Harumasa sucked a breath between his teeth as he shook his head, fighting off a smile in the name of professional courtesy. “Tempting offer, but I’m on the clock so I’ll have to decline.” 

You shrugged, pushing your glasses back up as you folded your arms back behind your head. “Suit yourself, law man.” 

“You say that like your office isn’t right down the hall from mine.” 

You groaned, plucking the half empty beer can from your side, waving it in the air like a trophy. “I’m trying to conveniently forget that right now, Asaba.”

It was one of your coveted days off, and you wanted nothing more than to forget everything related to hollows, H.A.N.D, and Section 5 in favor of a cold beer and a basket of greasy fries from the stand at the parking lot by the marina.

“I’m gonna give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you need something from me, and not that you get off on watching girls sunbathe.”

“You’d guess right, but it’s not that I don’t appreciate the view,” he corrected as he stepped off the pier and onto the boat, footing unsteady with the bobbing of the waves that lapped at the sides of your vessel. 

He passed a Manila folder into your waiting hands, watching as you indiscernibly skimmed the contents behind your sunglasses. He crouched down beside you, head cocked as he watched your facial expression shift unpleasantly.

You snapped the envelope shut before raring back and smacking him across the chest with it, the force of your strike with the rolling of the boat dropping him from his heels to his ass with a oof!

“I told you I don’t do that kind of thing anymore. I’m a reformed—,”

“Member of society and a public servant, yeah yeah, but you are the only one who can help me with this!” 

“We have a whole department dedicated to cyber-related cases, Asaba.” 

“Okay fine you are the fastest way to get this done, but I’m practically begging on hands and knees here! Come on (y/n), we’ve been friends for years now. I wouldn’t ask you to do this if there was another way.” He rolled his lip out like a kicked puppy, but you could see the sincerity in his eyes even if he refused to fully break from his cheery, coy attitude. 

You sighed, head thumping against the deck as you mulled it over. Truthfully you had your mind made up already, you both had a healthy exchange of professional favors in your histories, and what was one more? What you wanted was honesty, because if he was asking you to stick your neck out it was the least he could do.

He had taken to pacing the deck now, your silence more disconcerting for him than your difficult attitude was. 

“This isn’t officially related to work is it?” 

He was silent, arms crossed as he stared out over the rolling blue waves, the tails of his headband fluttering in the same wind that tousled his hair. 

“No, it isn’t.”

Good enough, you weren’t one to pry too deeply. You already felt like you were a little more tuned into his personal issues than most others just from similar favors you had done for him in the past. 

“I’ll help you.” 

He whipped around, trademark smile curling his lips. “I knew you’d—“

“But you have to help me out first.” 

You stretched your arms above your head with a yawn, back arching invitingly off the deck. “I have no intention of leaving this deck, so be a dear and grab my laptop from inside—that’s not the favor though.” You quickly added as he hurriedly went to fetch your computer per request.

“What’s the favor then? Gonna ask me to scrub barnacles off your boat?” 

You snorted. “Nah, it’s just that on a day this pretty it’d be a shame to miss out on even an ounce of sunshine.” As you spoke your hands drifted from above your head, dragging slowly down the side of your neck to your chest as your shoulders bowed. 

You didn’t miss the way his eyes locked onto the trail of your fingertips as they drifted lower, ghosting over the contours of your stomach before slipping into the waistband of your shorts. Your hips lifted just enough to slip them past the curve of your ass, shimmying the fabric down till it hooked over an ankle. You kicked them off in his direction with a grin, watching him fumble to catch them before you slung a bottle of sunscreen at him as well. 

“Haru dear, be an angel and help me get my back.” 

You certainly weren’t expecting company when you had picked one of your…flimsier swimsuit sets to wear as you lounged on the water today, but the thick way he swallowed as you rolled to your stomach, propped on your elbows and drew your hair aside had you grinning like a lovestruck teenager. 

Shit, if he kept it up you’d have to invite him over more often. 

“I don’t have all day here~” You chided, twirling your hair around your finger as you peered at him over your glasses coyly.

“R-right, sorry,” he tossed your shorts aside, white-knuckling the sunscreen bottle as he hit his knees beside you. 

“Be gentle with me, Haru~” you cooed, relaxing your posture as you rested your chin on your crossed arms. 

You couldn’t help the way you tensed when his hands met your sun warmed skin, the cool temperature of the sunscreen on his palms a stark contrast. You could feel the callouses on his hands scratch at your skin as his fingers flexed hesitantly, kneading into the muscles along the curve of your spine. 

“You’re pretty good at this, I’d about pay to have to put your hands on me like this.” You mused aloud, feeling his hands pause  just shy of the tie on the back of your swim top as he cleared his throat. You rolled your head to the side.

“Don’t forget to get under the straps good, don’t want any unnecessary burn lines.”

His hands drifted higher, sliding under the straps of your swimsuit top and across your shoulders, the pressure of his fingertips akin to a massage as he worked the sunscreen into your skin despite the tremble in his hands.  You sighed dreamily as his hands retracted.

“Alright, you’re uh, you’re good.” 

“Perfect, thank you for that.” You hummed happily before you hooked your legs around his waist and shifted your weight, throwing him flat against the deck as you pinned him, one hand braced next to his face as you leaned over his proned form.

You tsked, drawing his chin up with your fingertips, enjoying how blown his golden eyes were with your proximity. “Haru, you need to get outside more, your little cheeks are awful red.” You cooed, watching his skin flush down his neck. 

You settled yourself back on his lap, wiggling your hips as he squirmed beneath you, your hands teasing the buttons of his shirt apart as you loosed the straps of his chest plate. Your hands splayed across his pectorals, as you leaned in close. 

“This could take a while,” you whispered, lips almost grazing his as you took care to grind against his lap. His breath hitched, hands latching onto your hips. 

“So how about you join me~?”

Rey 2024

[fillinforlater]

On her jeans (Part 2 of 3)

Male Reader x Kim Minji, Pham Hanni (ft. Jisoo, Seungyeon, Seolhyun)

Length: 8018 words

Tags: You know what? How about no tags. Yes, really. This is very similar to the rest of the On her series, especially cuz it's a Part 2. Go have fun, I know you will have it ;)

TW: rushed editing, a terrible friend, nothing but sex matters

Inspiration: @sooyadelicacies

Credit: @sooyadelicacies for being a fantastic co-writer!

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part3-

(A/N: This fic has it all: from three cameos to rapid fire scene changes to betrayal to an all-time threesome combo. Have fun with these grown-ass women!)

"What the fuck, Unnie?" 

"What?" Kazuha says, not even bothering to turn her attention to the young girl. 

"He… I—" 

The ballerina then turns around to see tears forming in Minji's eyes. This is how so many of them must have looked when the realization came crashing over them like a merciless tsunami. Did I really just do this? Is it worth it? Will he ever have enough?

"As he should." Kazuha's expression turns cold, uncaring.  "I did exactly what you asked me to. I sent you to him. It looks like you weren't good enough for him. That's on you. If you can't stick it out, maybe you aren't cut out for all of this." 

"What—do you really feel that way? Is that why you do it?" Minji sobs.

"At the start sure, but now I know: he is my whole world, all that I could need or want. 

“I love him," Kazuha says with unflinching conviction.

"Really?" Minji shouts and Kazuha quickly shuts her up with a palm on her sore lips.

"Yes, really, and if you screw this up, I swear, I'll make your life a living hell." Kazuha looks around the long corridors of the Hybe building. She then removes her hand from Minji's lips and unexpectedly dives straight to the younger’s ear. "You can be a good girl for him, call him Master or Daddy and get your brains fucked out—but don't ever get in between us. When the time is right, I'll be the only one for him.

"Is that clear?"

"Y-yes, Zuha-unnie."

"Good. Now, what did he say you need to do?"

#

A seemingly never ending, vicious cycle starts for Minji. She works her butt off, dances the entire day, goes through hours of meetings, recordings—and instead of going to bed every day, she takes every conceivable measure to go straight to your office. 

She walks in, lays on the table and waits for you to finish a call. At first, it's a mystery who you are talking to, but she finds out that it's all kinds of producers, managers, executives and most importantly—idols.

"So how is everything going?" Jisoo dreamily asks from the other end of the line.

"Well, I almost fucked up,” you respond in all honesty and drop your pants. “I almost slipped and told one of the new prospects they reminded me of you." 

Jisoo's face softens and smiles. It’s like you can hear every movement of her facial bones. "Oh? Care to tell me who? Is she prettier than I was back then?" 

"Impossible," You say sincerely. 

"You're sweet, but don't think you're off the hook for that little quick tryst you had with Jennie. Rosie's sad about it. You need to make it up to her. And you need to make it up to me too." Jisoo says the last part a bit forcefully and you imagine scrunches on her face to show you her seriousness.

"I know,” you sigh and rub a finger along Minji’s throat and cheeks without thinking about her or the incredible sensation of her skin. “I will, I will. I miss you." 

"I know you do. You tell me every time we talk. I miss you too, Daddy.” That’s always how Jisoo finishes a long distance conversation. She wishes you were there, with a hand in her panties. She wants to moan your name into your ear, your actual name, and not scream it out when rubbing one out under some hotel bed sheets. But Jisoo will have to wait.

The moment you finish the call, you start to pull out your hard cock and press it into Minji’s wide open mouth. She makes sure to keep her lips moisturized at all times, but she can never be ready for the strong impact of your hips hitting her head and rocking her back and forth on the desk.

With every single one of those meetings, Minji's clothes become more revealing, to the point she gasps whenever she sees herself in a public mirror. People on the train start to watch her round ass bounce in short shorts, then in very short shorts, then in a miniskirt.

Minji wonders how she is able to push through this. Her sleep gets shorter, the training rougher, the meetings more intense—worst of all, you become more violent too. It all reaches a peak when Minji is unable to shower because otherwise she would be too late. 

In her dirty, sweaty state, she sprints to your office and bursts through the door, just to be greeted by the sight of you roughly fucking—destroying—the huge ass of a familiar idol.

"You are fuck-ing late!" you growl and slam the bendover idol against the desk a final time. Minji hurries around the wooden monstrosity to get into her, by now well-known position. It is then that she realizes who you are fucking: Seungyeon, the former dancer of CLC.

"What are you?" you shout at Seungyeon and smack her ass hard.

"Your stupid, bubble-butt bitch, Master," she wails in a weird mix of pain and euphoria. She gets a tap on said bubble-butt with your cock.

"How do you want it, bitch?"

"Harder, Master."

"What are you going to get?"

"What Master wants."

"Exactly."

Minji lets her head hang off the edge, only a few inches away from where you annihilate Seungyeon's dignity and her asshole with your inches. Both you and the idol grunt like animals in heat, but for her it sounds blissful, for you more like work.

And so Minji lays there, drenched in sweat, and the weirdness of being forced to watch other people fuck never really fading. It's stranger the more she has seen or admired an idol. No matter who, everyone she saw has folded to you, and Seungyeon might be the most submissive. How she degrades herself and begs for you to ruin and spit on her—

"Good bitch, keep your ass gaping!"

Suddenly, the cock is on Minji's face and she looks past it in shock. Your expression, though a bit exhausted, remains stern.

"Open fucking wide, Minji," you command and Minji gulps. This cock has just been in Seungyeon's ass, maybe for hours, and though it looks spotless, she can't bring herself to—

Minji gasps and that is enough. You push against her lips, into her mouth and start to use it to 'clean' yourself—really, it is just training for Minji to trust you and accept your commands.

Though her first reaction was a gag of disgust, Minji has to admit to herself quickly that Seungyeon's ass on your cock tastes great. It's an embarrassing secret which she will never tell anyone.

You switch between the holes a couple more times before creaming Seungyeon. While Minji has her final cleaning session, you order the older idol to clean Minji's feet and calves off sweat.

No hesitation, Minji realizes, as Seungyeon does not leave out an inch of her skin.

Seungyeon isn't the only one showing complete devotion to you and your every order. You've had a few other idols over before or after Minji's throat-stretching. The young soon-to-be idol knew them, but they weren't the stars yet she saw in your profile list. The thought that you might have been bluffing with controlling the likes of Blackpink, aespa or Red Velvet crossed her mind, but they faded whenever she thought of Kazuha's success.

She wants that too, no, Minji wants to pass Kazuha and so she comes back to you, no matter how hard the companies’ training is fucking her. Then finally comes the day—actually, the day before the day. 

The not-yet NewJeans member lays on your table. She returned from the final pre-debut meeting and was ready for you to quickly walk in and fuck her face, but you never came. For endless hours, the entire fucking night, Minji had to lay there and wait. She could've left at any time, but the gravity of this situation, this presumed test, pulled her down to the flat, wooden surface. 

No matter how uncomfortable it got, she did not stand up. You could be around the corner at any second. The thought of her giving up right as you walk in gave Minji a weird mixture of fear and arousal, further amplified when she had to keep herself from falling asleep. A hand in her soaked panties, Minji played the fantasy out in her head:

You would walk in and find her asleep. Angry by her inability to follow orders and service her Master, you decide to punish her. When you find her panties wet, the desk covered in girl juice, you wouldn't hesitate to plunge into Minji's tight, virgin cunt and fuck her awake. It would hurt, but Minji wouldn't stop cumming!

She can't stop cumming, her fingers rub her clit to completion and now real juice runs down your desk. Minji is wide awake, but an hour later, she does it again, again, again, until you finally enter the room. Casually, as if Minji isn't completely spent and almost fully naked on your work desk.

The sparkle in her eyes is priceless. Out of all the crazy shit you pulled on this formerly innocent virgin, this was the task that broke her. You don't know the exact moment, but you will never forget this moment where you see her orbs and know that she is past her prostitute stage.

"This is actually impressive," you say with a coy smile while gently caressing Minji's forehead. "I see you... had fun last night?"

"Sorry, Master," Minji carefully apologizes and kisses your hand. "I made a mess."

"Don't worry, I'll call someone to clean it later. Now, get on your knees and show me what you have learned."

She is dizzy, barely able to stand, but luckily, Minji's place is at your feet, hands wrapped around your length. Her strokes are soft, careful, and she does not wait to use her tongue on you. After a minute, she sees the impatience in your look and uses her mouth. Quickly it’s wrapped around your tip and for the first time ever, Minji fucks her face on your cock.

"Oh, fuck!" you exclaim. There is some actual joy in that, especially when you can lazily put Minji's hair in a makeshift ponytail and watch her go down on your crotch in surprisingly quick succession. "This is good, this is fucking—great!

"Hold still."

Your heart pumps like crazy, but it's nothing compared to your hips which start to obliterate Minji's throat. Your cock bulges her visibly and she starts to shake. Usually, she'd have her teeth at spots where they don't belong, but at long last, she has learned. 

She takes it well, like a slut should. Not yet one of your perfect sluts however. It's all a bit rushed; her debut, the training, the stretching. Considering this, she is definitely good and her gags sound delicious. 

You pull out of her mouth. Minji triest to catch her breath, instead catches three of your fingers which you also use to fuck her mouth while locking eyes. The salty tears that stream from hers look so delicious and you love how, no matter how many chokes you force out of her, there is no fight or flight response. She takes it.

"Become sloppy, slut, get your drool out. I want to see you become a mess for your Master!"

Minji twitches. She is dazed, your fingers become glazed; then an avalanche spurts forth, of more tears and drool that starts to cover her chin and stain your floor. You want more, so you replace your fingers with your cock and fuck her throat again, never slowly, only hard and fast. At this point, the poor girl beneath you is dehydrated and the pool on her thighs and the tiles excessive. You stop.

"Fuck, this is what I mean. This is how you suck cock, Minji."

"G-glad you l-like it—Master."

"Go clean up your mess."

"Yes, Master."

When Minji goes down to lick and suck her saliva from the floor, you rest your shiny, polished shoe on her cheek and bask in the faint sun, dawning right before your office window.

"You will go home and sleep," you order firmly. "The only contact we will have is when you send me a video of you masturbating in your debut panties. Send me those panties in the mail, and you'll soon lift your first music show trophy."

Lean down after Minji has collected all the slick and press an unmistakable love bite right under her right breast. Minji mewls as you do so.

"The-they'll probably try to hide the mark, Master."

"Good." Pat her head. "No one can know what happened here."

"Of course, Master."

"You've been a good girl, Minji. Now go out there and become a bigger star than you could've ever dreamed of."

"Thank you, Master."

#

Months go by where Minji is mostly a concept for you, some asset to be discussed in meeting with your connections in HYBE. Rarely did she send a direct message to you—except for the video you asked for. It's nice that she didn't totally forget about you. After a busy day that calls for vacation and a nice, warm pussy on your cock, you turn on the TV to watch the most important year-end award show. 

A quick scroll down your contact list, you pick someone you know is nearby, obedient and definitely warm. The calls with Seolhyun are never longer than ten seconds, because she knows she's got to be there for her Daddy.

"You ever miss this?" you ask her when she sits down on your cock, panties still around her ankles, jacket still hanging from her shoulders.

"The awards? Sometimes, but—oh fuck!” Seolhyun is interrupted by you thrusting upwards while you care more for the TV than her. “Yes, more Daddy. They are nothing compared to your cock, your touch, your love!" 

Seolhyun tightens when she moans these words and you give her more of your touch, your thrusts, your cock. Soon she is bouncing in rhythm with it and begs for you to rub her clit. You won’t do so yet, would be boring if she’d get all the things that make her cum so easily.

"What do you think of her, Seolhyun?” You nod towards the screen as it captures Minji in all her beauty and on stage charisma. “Think she can capture the nation's heart like you once did?" 

"Minji, right? I think so."

That is the first time Minji has been in your sight since when her face was pressed to the floor. She looks like a proper star, close to being a super star (their next song will guarantee it) and her attitude reflects that. Don't touch me, I'm better than you, get out of my way, who even are you? - you imagine how she feels towards these other, lesser known people around her. 

Minji's dream came true and you were the pixy dust. Now you deem it the right time to get a hold of her. In between comebacks, right after all the award shows, she will have no excuses. Time to pay up, you text her, with a location, time and date while your finger disappears in Seolhyun’s asshole.

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The day comes and you've checked into your favorite spa-hotel with excitement. The security and privacy here are top notch, or at least they are for you. See, it’s all about connections and here you have the best connections and can make sure that no rumors spread and that all information comes to you in no time. Minji will be here shortly and you've already painted the pictures of her naked body in your head, scenes where she undresses, spreads her legs and folds, begs for you to part her—

You hear the door open. From your seated position on the bed, you look expectantly at the entrance to the bedroom which Minji finds shortly after, her fluffy, thick jacket already falling from her shoulders.

"Hello, Master," she sultrily says with a smile. You reciprocate it.

"I see you've been doing great," you skip the greeting and walk over to her. A gentle push and the jacket fully falls off. Minji's outfit underneath is surprisingly thin for this season; there could be snowfall outside any day now and she runs around in a white crop and skinny denim.

"Those jeans look good on you." Stare down at her eyes while you check the quality of those mentioned jeans by fondling her butt, then her thighs and lastly her crotch. "Very expensive, HYBE is already paying you?"

"It's all the ads we do," Minji quickly responds, her breath halted while she does the unthinkable and moves your hand away from her crotch. "I... I never thought it would work so quickly."

"Yeah, it feels surreal, almost too quickly," you say with careful annoyance, unsure how to judge Minji's hand on your wrist holding you back from getting to feel more of her body.

"I couldn't have done it without you, Master, thank you very much~"

"You see, Minji..."

Her shoulders in your firm grasp, you move Minji to the next wall and position her in such a way that she is trapped and your knee is able to gradually push up against her covered pussy. The young girl tries to resist, she is suddenly flustered, oh how this should remind her of her success.

"... no one was ever this successful without a big commitment. Your commitments until now were nothing."

"Tha-that's why I'm here. Master, I'll suck your cock as much as you want, I'll let you deepthroat me hard, even for the entire night!"

You scoff and give Minji's cheek a quick, small slap. Your knee has now become the only pillar that keeps her upright. She has to balance and rub her slightly moistened folds on them so as to not to fall over.

"Sucking? Deep throating? Oh you're still so naive. No. You, Minji… belong to me. All of you, which means any hole. You are mine to use however I want."

"Wha—no!" She puts a hand on her cheek and looks at you with puppy eyes that beg so pathetically, like the thought that you took this deal seriously is a shocking reveal. You roll your eyes at her and find the top button of her jeans, but Minji starts to fight back with a loud, whiny voice.

"No, Master, you don't understand! Un-unlike all those other idols, I'm... I'm still a virgin. I don't want to lose it now, not here, not—"

"That is not up to you!"

Your shout halts time and space, only Minji's facial expression matters. She looks honest, absolutely in dread that it might happen at not the moment she wants it to. She cannot fathom giving you or anyone that control, she wants it special and precious and all those nonsense illusions. It's gut wrenchingly annoying but you will not go too far to break her now; you're too fond of her for that. 

Call it your weakness and curse you for that.

"We had a deal."

"I-I know."

"And you don't want to fulfill it?"

"I'm sorry, Ma-Master, please don't—"

"Then offer me something equally valuable." Minji looks at you in confusion. You drop her from the wall and hand her your phone. "Put in the number of someone whose virginity I can take. They have to be your sacrifice, your warrantor, and they have to agree to the same contract.

"You will then come with her to me and will watch how I take her virginity. You will watch every fucking pump I put into her pussy. She will testify, she will call me Master and she will love it. That's your only way, you better bring me someone."

Minji clutches the cell phone, her life-line, her lever to the trolley problem, except the train that was about to hit her can only be directed at another girl.

"And Minji,” you add in controlled yet uncontrollable rage. “I want her here, now. I want someone worthy of my time and touch. Or else. You will call them and then you will be on your knees sucking my cock while we wait."

Sweat comes pouring down Minji's forehead. You can hear the inner workings of her brain scramble, trying to find someone she can push in between you and her. There is no submission to you and there is no urge to flee and break your deal. 

Minji genuinely tries to sell you someone. Despicable, everything for success.

"D-do you know Hanni?" she suddenly stutters, quietly, ashamed but her fingers are already dialing up her friends number.

"I have never met her." You laugh in disbelief and turn your back to Minji. "You're really going to sell your bandmate? Are you not friends?"

"I—she's the only one I know who is a virgin but not... not... not unwilling."

You cock your eyebrow and listen to Minji's call which is surprisingly short. No mention of you or your arrangement, just the location and some details. Definitely no one is allowed to know of this and yes, Hanni has to be swift.

Minji ends the call and you immediately throw her to the ground, her head on the cushions of the nearby bed, your belt already loose, a hand on your pants.

"Pull them down and open your fucking mouth." Minji does so, the shock in her eyes is wonderful when you push past her lips and against the back of her throat in one go. Violent choking. "You are terrible, the worst friend, but at least you know how to make that mouth-pussy of yours work. Go on! Fucking use your tongue."

Minji starts to gag, trying to adjust to your cock, not realizing you weren't even fully hard yet. You never were with her. 

"Good, all the way. Use your tongue and saliva, let me fucking feel it."

You kick off your trousers and put more force in your hips so that your long shaft may fill Minji's deepest depths. It pushes out a lot of saliva, a waterfall that tumbles down her chin and covers her top. From your point of view you may not see it, but you know that Minji's aroused nipples poke through her bra and show that no matter how hard you fuck her face or belittle her, she's yours.

Minji's mind shall only be occupied with satisfying you, so even her still lacking tongue and lips do their best to suck you from tip to base—you make sure she never slacks by pistoning in and out of her.

After about 30 minutes of slowly thrusting in and out of here and replying to texts on your phone, you receive a message from the hotel staff that someone has arrived and come to see you. Minji tries to tap on your leg, indicating she wished to be freed of this position. You shake your head, no. 

"Oh, you don't want your bandmate to see you like this? That's not an option."

The sound of a door opening echoes through the hotel room and Minji panics, flailing wildly, her eyes tearing up and begging, begging so well—maybe she can finally grasp what she has gotten her friend into—

"Hello? Minji, are you here? Is everything okay?"

—but she still has so much to learn. Smack her cheek a final time, loud enough for Hanni to gasp at the front door. Before she can enter the bedroom, you pull out of Minji's mouth and push her towards the door. 

"Minji?" Hanni asks again and rushes towards her. Minji stops her, both of them shriek in shock. "Oh my Gosh, Minji, it is you! You scared me!"

"I-I'm sorry, I—"

"You look... messy. Is everything alright? I'm sorry if I took too long, you sounded so sad and terrified."

"Hanni, I," Minji stutters, hesitates, maybe even contemplates. It all makes her seem as if she has a heart and does not want to use Hanni to keep her virginity, but deep down everyone has to know that she is not a good person. No one would sell their friend for something like this. Minji is cold hearted when it comes to her career and things she believes she rightfully owns. "I have to ask something crazy of you."

"Okay? Look, you need to calm down first, maybe clean your face up and then we can talk ab—"

"Hanni, please." You hear some uncertain steps, as if someone is almost falling over and is ultimately pressed to a wall. You hear a wet sound, then a moan. Your cock is going crazy at all the possible things that might happen right around the corner and later in this bed. "Do you trust me?"

"Why did you kiss me, Minji?"

"Do you trust your leader?"

"Yes, of course. I'm a bit scared though, what have you gotten into?" Hanni's voice is full of concern and so is her face which you see for the first time when Minji guides her into the bedroom, arms around Hanni's tiny waist.

Hanni is in complete shock. 

"Minji, what is this? Who is this man?" You still have your pants down and cock out. 

Unfazed, you smile at the girl. "Minji, tell your friend what you did."

"Have you never wondered," Minji starts right away and tightens her hold on the younger band member. "Why so much changed before our debut, why the success was imminent, why it didn't stop? Have you never questioned all the blessings we received?"

"I-I... what was I supposed to think?" Hanni weakly laughs and tries to avoid the sight of your erection, but she can't because Minji is slowly inching her closer to it. "We are in a gr-great company, smart managers, pro-ducers... so who are you?"

"He is the reason, he is why we did not fail. Look, Hanni, I had to do it, okay?"

"Do what? Sell your body?" Hanni looks over her shoulder at the glassy-eyed leader of her group who gives her the tiniest nod. In those large, round orbs of the young Vietnamese woman you see the realization kick in bit by bit. At first she does not want to accept it, then she cannot believe it—but at last, she has to put it into words.

"You sold your body... and now he wants more."

"He wants something only you can give him," Minji whispers and pecks Hanni's cheek. You are astonished at how she manipulates her dongsaeng, Minji truly is ruthless; but Hanni's calmness deserves an award. She seems to surrender to this idea easily. There is no flight, there is barely any fight—she accepts her situation. 

"Will you give it to him? Your virginity?"

"Minji, I—"

"That's not the entire truth is it, Minji?" You smirk coldly. "You are a pretty thing, Hanni. She's right, I do want more. It's not something only you can give me, rather, it's something Minji refuses to give me. So instead, she offered you to me. Your precious group leader sold you out."

Put her tiny chin into your hand and for the first time, Hanni locks eyes with you. Minji's manipulation roots deeper, as there is not a hint of belief in the words you say. Rather, Hanni listens to the girl in her ear, at her ear, that licks her ear and tells her sweet lies:

"He is playing with you. He likes to play. But don't worry, he will help us.

"Don't you want to be a star, Hanni? The most successful foreign idol?" You hear Minji opening Hanni's belt as she melts in between your thumb and index finger. Her lips look so full and perfect. You'd bet your career that she is already a great sucker, maybe even better than Minji is at this point. "My sacrifice can't be for nothing, and yours won't be either."

Hanni's pants drop to the floor, while you work to get rid of her jacket. She is like a Barbie doll: pretty, clear skin, obedient, ready to be undressed and played with. No matter what you do or where you touch, she just obliges while her features become redder and hotter. Soon, she wears nothing but her undergarments.

"You have an amazing body," you compliment her. She just nods. You order Minji to put Hanni on your bed. For now, you'll not reveal the whole story, the truth: yes, you play games, but Minji clearly is lying to Hanni, trying to get away with more than questionable methods.

You respect Minji for that. Yes, in this dedication, the lies, you see devotion for you. She is willing to sacrifice herself and even her friend for your satisfaction. It wouldn't be long now until she would truly be turned into a loyal one for you. 

You have a suspicion and you would test it out here. 

"Hanni Pham, a bright star plucked out of Australia, a Viet idol with international appeal. And a lovely voice too, dare I say even prettier than Minji's..." 

You smirk, sensing the hurt from Minji without even looking.

"Will you tell me your name?" Hanni asks as you crawl on top of her. Minji placed her in a missionary position and still rubs her hand all over her exposed thighs so she would open her legs for you.

"You don't need my name, you just need to know what I can do and what I want. My deal with Minji benefits you a lot. Tell me, how does it feel to hold a music show trophy or one of those MAMA awards?"

"G-good, Sir, it's quite the," Hanni gasps when you push her legs open and place a finger on her white, innocent panties. You search for a bit until you find her clit and rub it from side to side. "Thrill."

"Drop the Sir, with me Hanni." Lean down to her pink lips, those round, moisturized and smooth lips. "Call me Daddy."

Minji's eyes widen and she almost lets out a whimper as if to object to you. A first encounter and you already let her call you, Daddy? Did you already like Hanni more than her when you haven’t even received pleasure yet? 

"Daddy?" Hanni responds unsure. 

"Yes, Hanni. You'll be a good girl for me won't you? That's all I want. Good, loyal girls. If you do that, you can have anything you desire."

"Daddy, I want to be successful and I want to give you what you need for that." She whimpers when you put more pressure on her nub. "B-but I'm a bit scared. I have never put something inside."

"I think your friend here can help you with that. After all, she got you into that situation." You glance at Minji and she gets what you mean, though the envy at Hanni's preferential treatment is clearly visible on her wrinkled forehead.

Minji leans down and gives Hanni a firm kiss while replacing your hand on the clit that has steadily hardened and is now aroused to the point Hanni's panties become stained with wet spots.

You glance at Minji in thanks. 

"Oh and Minji: no more kissing Hanni unless I command it. Her lips and your lips, belong to me only. Is that clear?" She can only meekly nod. "I hope you haven't been touching anyone else during our time together, Minji. That would really upset me." 

You already know the answer. Given how easily Minji’s and Hanni’s lips connected just this evening, you know it's something they are comfortable with. That would end now. 

Before Minji can answer you, you focus back on Hanni and the sticky sensation spreading over your fingers.

"Already wet for me? You're taking to my touch a lot better than your leader. Tell me, Hanni, you're not afraid of me, are you? Just ask me to touch you more. Tell me what you want."

Hanni is still hesitant, though there is shyness only in the way her mouth doesn't move and admit to her body's obvious reaction. She leaks onto your fingers, her chest heaves heavily, faster. You insert a finger, as well as part of those drenched panties inside her and finally, the right words slip out.

"Your fingers feel so good, fu-uck."

"That's what I wanted to hear." You smile and lean down to Hanni's face. Her lips instinctively pucker, her eyes fall shut, oh, how incredible: she is already yours. You let her wait there, finger twirling, pretending to push aside her panties and go for the real deal, but you're all teasing. Hanni mewls.

"Please, D-Daddy, kiss me."

"I will, when I put it in."

"W-will it hurt? Will you hurt me Daddy?"

"Only if you want me to, baby girl, but you want what Daddy wants, right? It might hurt to begin with, but it will feel so good for both of us." 

The chemistry between you two surprises Minji as she backs off, her hands away from the young women for the first time. Hanni nods. 

"Make me feel good, Daddy. I trust you."

Hook your fingers in Hanni's panties and at last, her soaked entrance is exposed, for your eyes only. You stroke your cock a couple of times, get the fresh girl juice all over it and gaze over the insanely well-trained body you're about to ravish.

Hanni's abdomen is to die for. The muscles on her midriff are absolutely stunning, the same goes for her navel perfectly resting in between them and then further up her subtle boobs, which Minji frees from the bra after your command. It all ends with Hanni’s chin, the sweat that runs down her throat, the faint sparkle of perfection—to sum it up, Hanni is incredibly beautiful.

You take hold of her hips and bask in the way your cock and her hole are magnetically attracted and connect. Hanni throws her head back at the impact and with every inch you stuff into her, her breathing becomes more erratic. Funnily enough, the same goes for Minji, who quietly scoots back and rests at the headboard of the bed.

As you slowly pump half of your cock in and out of the tight cavern, Minji goes for the same rhythm and rubs her clit, hand buried in her pants. She even goes and opens the first buttons. Is it really this girl that wants to keep control over her virginity? Let her have it for now, she'll be yours soon enough.

"Daddy, just focus on me!” Hanni whines out her first words after becoming a full blown woman. “You-you didn't need her, right?"

"Then make me forget, baby girl. Squeeze my cock with your pink little pussy." You go and have a taste of Hanni’s fat lips again, wishing they would suck your balls right now. Hanni could become a whore who would worship your crown jewels like no other. Better than Minji, whose eyes beg to be involved in the action. "Spread your legs more, I want to fuck you harder, Hanni.

"Oh and Minji: Go and suck my balls! That's what you're good for."

"O-okay, Master."

"Be grateful for it. But remember, no cumming."

"Thank you, Master."

"Daddy?” Hanni whimpers softly. “Why does she call you, Master? Is one better?" 

"Oh baby girl. Daddy is more affectionate. It's what you deserve. Minji still has to learn, her heart isn't in this yet."

Minji's heart might not be in the right place (rather the place you intend it to be) but her lips surely are. She gives your swinging balls a good suck and slows done the pace at which your fucking Hanni's pussy. 

It's amazing how well she adjusted to your size, even with your length and girth growing continuously at her fantastic heat and texture. Hanni handles you like a pro, and like one of your pro girls, she is already more drool than straight thoughts.

"Does it feel good, Daddy's hard cock in your virgin pussy? Get used to it because it's the only thing your hole will know. I will be the only one to use your holes, is that clear?"

"Oh Daddy, oh Daddy," Hanni moans and her body rocks violently on the bed sheets. "You-you are so much better."

"Better than what, baby girl?"

Hanni puts both her weak hands on the back of your head and pulls you down to where her lips meet your ears to tell you lewd things that Minji must not hear.

"Better than Minji's fingers."

You take this as a cue to grab Hanni's thighs and angle her in such a way that you can slam into her cunt harder. You let gravity do the work while the force of the entire bed frame shaking has Minji trembling in awe. She rubs her thighs together and tries to keep her hands busy with other spots of her heated body.

You can see that she wants to rub her clit while you make Hanni cum during her precious first time. She is probably projecting, wants you to go softly, then harder, but that is not your game.

"Hanni, no more of that, no more Minji's fingers. Only Daddy shall touch you from now on. You are mine and I'm going to go as hard as I want." You growl out slamming into her even more. "Take it all, Hanni, prove your fucking worth to me."

"Thank y-you, Daddy," Hanni begins her way down the rabbit hole of subjugation towards only you. The new life she will enter, all the changes, challenges and benefits will overwhelm her, but first you overwhelm her with your rod. "Thank you, for help-ing us, thank you for the wins, thank—ah, Daddy, I'm cumming! My pussy is cumming! Thank you for your cock, Daddy!"

You enter a nirvana drilling into Hanni's tight cunt. 

"Good girl, yes thank me, beg me, need me. This is the only cock you will ever have from now on and—" You kiss her with wanton lust, shoving your tongue in her mouth. The next whisper in Hanni's ear is out of Minji’s reach, though she might be too distracted from your delicious balls to get what you were saying either way. 

"Daddy! I understand, yes." 

Without losing focus of your hammering, you give a dismissive order to Minji, who is not worth your eyes on her.

"You can go Minji. I don't need you here. In fact, we can end our deal. You got what you needed right? Wins and fame. I won't meddle with your group in anyway. You are free to go."

"What?" Minji shrieks, completely offended that you could say such a thing.

"You heard me. Fuck. Off." Every word is empathized by a huge thrust that bulges Hanni's tummy. She stares at it in infinite bliss, then throws her head back as you knead her small tits and make the nipples hard like steel.

"B-but Master, you can't just do that."

"You did not keep your part of the bargain and still got what you wanted. Why the hell are you still here?"

"But I did!” Minji argues and climbs in front of you on the bed. “I brought you, Hanni, Master! I—" 

"Hanni, turn around and get in position, I want both of us to look at Minji. I'm going to fuck you from behind.

"What's wrong, Minji? You never truly wanted me in the first place. We both got what we needed from our deal. You don't need my help, your group will be successful. I made sure of it. I am releasing you from our contract with no punishments. Take the fucking deal, Minji."

Minji sits there, on the bed, not moving from her position. In utter shock as she watches Hanni smile and moan as you take her from behind, her pussy stretched again. God, how good she must feel, that face says it all. The pleasure, the desire, all the praises for your cock and it's only because she has her tongue sticking out like it's numb.

Suddenly, it all seems so clear to Minji, so easy to comprehend. She takes a deep breath and learns towards you, her upper body prompted up. All that just to throw her dignity away, to throw herself underneath you.

"Daddy, please! Give me your cock too! Take my virginity, don't push me away!"

You stop thrusting into Hanni right away and pull out for a moment to look at her. 

"Bullshit. I told you we were done here. You don't mean that. You just want my power and connections like everyone else."

"No, I mean it," Minji reassures, but words are nothing when it comes to her current state. She has to follow it up with more, significantly more. You doubt that she can deliver, but low and behold, she unbuttons her jeans and peels them off to show her long legs and the thoroughly drenched panties.

"Mi-Minji, what in the," Hanni moans and goes silent when you smack her ass. It's unbelievable that she is already so obedient and well-trained without training. The more she impresses you, the more Minji has to follow up. Soon she is on her back, jeans on the floor, shut legs turned towards you.

You put your hand on her thigh and though it's tough on her, Minji spreads her trembling legs wide. You poke her lips through her panties and when she squirms you give her a quick slap on her face. 

"Look at me, Minji," you order and she does. "Beg me, call me Master until I have given you, no, until I have taken what is rightfully mine."

"Please, Master," Minji cries out. "Please take my virginity, y-you own it."

"Louder," you growl and smack her covered pussy. Minji cries out, her pleas louder and louder with every new hit you give her cunt. Oh the way her eyes sparkle and body jerks is addicting, you don't realize that you have started to fuck back into Hanni who might have seen Minji naked before, who might have had sex with her—

—but this is new. Minji is a brainless mess, her pussy red from the beating, her face fully in tears. 

"Master, fuck my pussy, please! Fuck this pussy, my worthless pussy, it's yours! Make me full, make me full, I don't deserve it!"

"Now we are getting there," you viciously laugh and grab her chin to aggressively tonguefuck her wet, silly mouth. Minji is such a mess, dazed to the point Hanni's hands undressing her top after your order doesn't even faze her. Her top is gone, her bra as well. All that's left are her panties and Hanni has her fingers already hooked in them.

"Wait, Hanni, she should do it alone."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Ma-Master?"

"Lay down, Minji.

"Pull them to the side.

"Show me your pussy.

"Say it.”

Minji slowly and clumsily works on pulling and getting her wet panties off of her. There is an unfathomable amount of embarrassment in the way Minji’s eyes cannot hold your strong, charismatic gaze for long.

"Shall I feast on your pussy, Minji?" You ask with a smirk and hunger in your eyes.

They all turn eventually. It sometimes sounds so sudden and drastic, but it's all more or less the same. It builds up over time, like an orgasm. Some girls are quiet, until it bursts out of them in a heavy gush that has the entire floor wet. Some are loud the entire way through and what was once only lip service becomes reality, a reality they adore.

They all turn and they all get your cock. So does Minji, with her finger still spreading those sore, red folds and you ignoring her pleasure just to find yours in this wet, messy hole. Minji's cunt is remarkable, cute in the way it ripples and tightens and incredibly lewd in the way it sounds when you slam yourself in and out while holding onto her slim waist.

Now she is part of the loud girls, those idols that suddenly come to worship you more than the career that they fought so hard for. It will be later that they realize that this is the way they get approval from their company, their sponsors, their fans. You are success, the Queen maker for the outside world and a toy maker in your bedroom.

Minji is a great toy. She is euphoric now, the pain already gone. She makes sure to adjust to your will, lifts her hips off the ground when you need to slow down, shows you her tongue when you go for a kiss, and always says the right things. It was so hard for her not long ago, but now she is willing to do it despite Hanni laying next to her and admiring both of you fucking like animals. 

"Hanni," you groan and hammer your cock balls deep into Minji, who throws her head back in another (accidental) orgasm. "I know you want to fuck both of us so bad, but if you don't touch yourself until I'm finished with her, I'm gonna cum on your pretty face and tell you how good you are, okay?"

"O-okay, Daddy," Hanni mewls. Not that she would have touched herself, but you can't blame her for considering it. Caress her cheek softly for being so good, then fucking destroy Minji's cunt because she has been so bad.

"Master, more, pl-please, fuck!" Minji howls with pleasure. 

"You're going to be my good girl from now on, right?" 

"Yes, Master, use me however you want. I-I just want to live to fulfill your desires. Master!" 

You stare deeply at her and pause right before the next spike rattles Minji’s brain. 

"Really? With every atom in your body. Tell me again, Minji."

"Every-thing." Minji can barely talk but does so for you, despite you, despite the large dick that is reshaping her insides. "You own everything, Master. You c-can use me daily, everywhere, any-time. I-I mean it!"

You lean down to her and give her a simple, hard thrust to make sure she gets your point.

"You're a good girl?"

"Yes, Master."

"Then call me Daddy," you whisper into her ear and put a hand on her throat, ready to press down on it.

"Thank you, Daddy," Minji rasps before you choke her hard and fuck her absolutely senseless. Orgasm after orgasm shoots through her frame, her existence becomes numb, she is a fleshlight now. The vibrations of her climax become your stimulation and at the last possible second, you pull out of that twitching hole. 

"Get on your knees Hanni," you order in time. Hanni kneels before you as you somehow slide off the bed, legs a bit shaky and with her head thrown back because you could not resist pulling her raven hair, you cum all over her features. "God, you are such a pretty girl. I can't believe such beauty loves cum on her face."

"It's Daddy's cum," Hanni moans and sucks on your tip to get more on her lips. The rest has mostly covered her nose, her cheeks, her forehead. "Of course I like it!"

"That is right, baby girl, well said," you compliment her and pat her head while she instinctively cleans your cock with superb care. "Did you ever service someone else?"

"No?" Hanni asks and collects your cream off of her stupidly gorgeous face.

"You, I swear to God, you can't be that good right from the start."

Hanni pouts her lips and puts them under your cock. She truly is one in a million, the rare idol who barely hesitates and immediately knows how to do the right things. In many regards, she reminds you of Kazuha, who told you it was her kinks that made her adapt so easily. Maybe this is the case for Hanni as well. Should that make her devotion less impressive?

"Daddy?" Hanni cutely asks and waits.

"Open your mouth, I need to fuck it now."