#this is just a bit of fun but i couldn't get it out of my head so here we are

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aaa HI OMG!!!i love ur writing . i ate UP that kuroo x hard-to-get!reader.

i have a req; could youuu… write kuroken x reader nsfw? >< u can choose the gender, established relationship, reader is sooo neeedy, kuroo/kenma both please them together and continuously praise them for taking it all so well…

>_o whatever the answer may be to this,THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME!!!!!

p.1 kenma sharing you with kuroo

hi babes!! love this idea and it came at a good time too. this is a soft continuation of the needy!kenma fic

warnings. heavy nsfw, minors DNI

details. fem!reader / third!kuroo / established relationship / kuroo being so horny for you and kenma / crushing on kuroo / kuroo being rough / adult conversations / angsty smut / porn with plot / heavy petting / ass grabbing / getting walked in on / praise kink!reader / kenma being a great partner / 2.4k words / hopefully just a two-parter / pls reply to be added for next part!

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"Ohh-Hooo-h shit-!"

Kuroo stuttered, eyes briefly getting their fill of that pretty body perched atop his best friend- who was- god damn- far more hung than he would've guessed.

Kenma raised his voice, half-sitting up to help cover you, with an incredulous, "Dude!"

That's right- he forgot that he was just standing there, mouth open under his palm. He was checking out the way you covered your tits with one arm, and attempting to cover your boyfriend with your free hand.

His surprise morphed into a guttural laugh at his honest mistake. He slammed the door closed behind him.

You could both hear a cackling that seemed like it was generated from the walls themselves.

"You okay?"

Kenma's hand cupped your face, cooling your warm skin down. It took you back to what had been a very intimate moment.

The sudden interruption, though nerve-wracking, didn't turn you entirely off like you thought it might. You leaned into his touch, a bit of worry on your brow, but didn't demand any extra coddling.

"I'm- I'm oka-y," You kissed his palm with a shaky sigh.

It didn't need to be a spoken thing; Kenma threw some sweatpants on, careful to keep an eye on you to ensure that was the truth, and slipped out to deal with Kuroo.

Kenma held his aggravation in a more grumpy, rather than wrathful, way. Where most guys would have flown off the rails, maybe keen to pick a fight with him, Kenma shut the door softly. He kept his tone even.

The taller of the two knew it was serious when he kept steady eye contact. That didn't necessarily mean he would suddenly stop finding the situation funny, but he respected -or, at least tolerated- the idea of privacy and 'territory.'

"Why are you here?" He mumbled, accusatory.

Kuroo raised his hands with a shrug, then let them flop to his sides in a defensive motion, "I was checking on you! It sounded like you were having a heart attack over the mic,"

"-I had no idea you were..."

His looked right through him, trailing over your lingering form in the door. He bit back a smirk.

It was such a prestigious opportunity at his fingertips. If he played his cards just right.

Kenma followed his eyeline to you, clad in his shirt that barely touched your thighs if you stood up straight. Good thing you were leaning on the frame, pulling a little on the hem, waiting for him to come back. His groin ached with the need to cut this short.

His voice lowered at your presence, "-Having so much fun."

The suggestive tone, worsened by the filthy expression that always made him look somewhat guilty, had you both warm at the topic.

"Well, thank you-," You were little raspy from what you had been doing, and moved forward to put a supportive arm around Kenma's waist, slowly pulling him back towards the bedroom, a little 'Let's Speed This Up.'

"For- um, checking on him."

Your partner couldn't help but smile, a soft and distracted look on his face as he turned to press a kiss to your cheek.

Physical touch, PDA, all wasn't a big deal to Kenma. It was how he loved, both with you and his friends. Kuroo had been an enthusiastic witness to some pretty raunchy stuff, over time.

Even a blind man could see that you two were checked out of this conversation already. You moved back into the bedroom, that shirt simply not enough fabric to cover your ass.

Before you could tell Kuroo 'Thank you,' one more time, he put a hand against the door.

He wedged half of his body in, like he was trying to squeeze into an already crowded elevator. You stayed standing just a little behind Kenma- not because you were threatened, but mostly because you didn't want to get in the way of their conversation. It felt like this should stay between two long-term friends. To make matters worse, the way you felt about Kuroo was confusing, and you weren't ready to dissect it yet.

"Ah-haha, you know," He laughed at himself, unable to find the right thing to say for the first time in a while, "I- I...I joke about it a lot-- but,"

He cleared his throat, mostly looking to see if Kenma was going to stop him, in the midst of what you all knew he was going to say.

"If you're looking to... 'spice things up,'" His nervousness was secondary to that cocky smirk across his jaw, "I know a guy who's available right now."

The 'You need a third?' joke was replayed so much that you and Kenma had grown desensitized to it. Now, it was catching up to you. You wished you had talked about it, sooner.

Satisfied with leaving Kenma to speak, you looked away, but realized all your toys were still out. The sight made you squirm, hoping Kuroo had not noticed (he did), and when you looked up- they were both staring at you.

"What?" Was so quiet that it was barely a word- so you swallowed and gave a panicked look to Kenma, whom you trusted, and figured would handle this in a conventional 'No, thank you' way-, "Why are you--?"

He wasn't so confident, especially not as sure as you'd have preferred, "I mean... It- doesn't sound too bad."

It felt like a test.

"Sweet," Kuroo laughed and stepped further inside- the only one able to be so lighthearted, with no difficult questions to consider.

"Wait-wait, wait, are you--," You were trying to decipher Kenma's passive demeanor here, "Are you serious? He's your friend."

Kenma nodded slowly, eyes closed, "I know."

He sighed, and made sure to be gentle with the way he worded this and the way he delivered it. It still felt like a knife to the stomach when he turned to you, took your hands, and said:

"But, I know you like him."

Heart racing, you looked both guilty and upset, and though you tried not to look at Kuroo, you couldn't help it. He was standing still, arms crossed, with one hand covering his mouth in concentration at the scene playing out before him.

"Hey," Kenma brought your attention back to him, "Hey, I'm not upset about it- look at me, baby."

You had to sit down. How could he know that, when you didn't- at least not yet? That wasn't what you had deemed it to be. In the midst of your conversation, Kuroo quietly slipped out of the room once more to give you both some emotional space. He did not mean for it to get that serious.

You were so faint that it was difficult to hear you, even standing right in front of you. He held your face in his hands and attempted to rub your stress away.

"I wouldn't say that, exactly--," You took a shaky breath in, and tried to find the right way to word it, "I think he's- attractive, I guess, but you know I love you. You're mine."

Kenma kissed your forehead a few times, relatively unbothered, "I know. And- I love you too. A lot."

You both smiled at one another and found comfort there.

"I'm just saying... It's okay to like him, too." He was the only one who could eye contact. The concept of it bothered you, but you liked the way you were being acknowledged, and validated.

"I promise."

His thumb brushed your cheek, and he caught another pretty, but still repentant, smile.

"It doesn't bother me," He asserted one more time for good measure, and let his lips fall onto yours.

It was warm, and kind, and soft- an 'I love you, no matter what,' in physical form.

His hands shifted, gentle and slow, up into your hair, his tongue swiped across your bottom lip before sucking on it, just to close out the kiss.

"We-," You lost your breath, so you took a moment to catch it, as he straightened back up, "Um- we don't have to, if you don't want to."

Five feet away, Kuroo was silently punching the air, absolutely geeking over the possibility that after all of that, there was still a chance he wouldn't get to fuck.

Kenma wiped his mouth of the trail of spit you hadn't caught in time, a little raise on his brow.

"I just wanna try this out."

He sounded so sure. Like he was only waiting to check that you were game, first. Where was the hesitation for him? Was this something he had already worked through, on his own time?

You watched him adjust, then rub a hand on the back of his neck.

He called to Kuroo.

His head peeked through the door, "Are you guys- uh, all good, ooor?"

Kenma opened the door wide for him. Their body language was just a little off. You couldn't tell exactly how, other than the energy between them as they looked each other over. It certainly wasn't aggression, like it had been before your conversation.

Kuroo stepped inside, rubbing his palms together, a big grin on his face.

"Good to see that you made the right choice."

Two big, rough hands had you by the middle so easily, so casually, that it startled you out of your wits. The instant reaction was to shut him down like you usually did. You pushed on his forearms with an awkward laugh.

He kept you plastered to his front after a small struggle, hand guiding your chin. Having to look up was new.

"Wooah- I know your little boyfriend just said you were into me-," His lids were low, and his grip was so strong that it made you weak in the legs, "So don't act all shy."

Kuroo was only single because he couldn't keep his attention limited to just one person. There had been countless times in the past year of dating Kenma that his girl trouble was the talk of the school; so-and-so was upset with what's-her-name because she was distracting Kuroo in class. Or, he was being too touchy with his girl-best-friend while trying to juggle two others in secret.

It was a good reminder that too much attention could spoil an otherwise great, fun-loving, guy.

In your attempt to look away towards Kenma- sweet, familiar Kenma, you finally felt his comforting presence behind you.

"Well," His hands trailed over your hips, eyes downcast at the way your ass was poorly hidden in his shirt. He hiked it up, a warm palm squeezing the fatty muscle there-- you couldn't help but slip your arms around Kuroo, hiding your warm, embarrassed face in his shirt.

"She's normally pretty shy."

You felt the bass in Kuroo's chuckle resonate through your chest, and remembered how surprised you were a year ago to hear him speak. He had a voice that always felt a little too deep.

A hand massaged through your already messy hair, grounding you.

His interested, "Oh, yeah?" made you clutch his muscular back.

Kuroo watched from over your head, fisting more of that shirt up to your mid back, as Kenma pressed his clothed hard-on between your supple flesh.

It felt exhilarating, both having somebody to hold onto and a dirty observer to all your bedroom activities. Kuroo's cock was already firm, trapped under his clothes, against your tummy. That didn't stop him from grinding into whatever he could.

The height difference would seriously take some adjustment. You and Kenma could fuck standing up-- you would need a step-stool for his bigger friend.

You gasped at his another hand gripping your ass, harder, sharper than you were used to. Kenma felt so good, even confined, grinding against your folds.

"Mn-!" Was muffled into Kuroo's t-shirt.

It should've been no surprise that he fisted a handful of your hair to make you look at him again.

You shut your eyes, resisting his hold, because you couldn't stand to look at him in this context. It was too new.

Instead of letting you go, he gripped you harder, eliciting a short, "A-ah!"

He took advantage of that, too, and tried to steal the kiss that he felt owed. But you turned your head at the last second and made it into a sloppy, unfinished cheek kiss. The remnants of which remained smeared across your warm cheek.

A defeated, audibly frustrated sigh-- he lost his grip on you, and in the process, you pushed him away.

Kenma pulled you close and out of Kuroo's arms. Onto his own chest, instead.

"The fuck?" Was a pitiful groan, and a look that you were embarrassed to receive, from Kuroo. He palmed himself freely, but stared at you like you broke some sacred pinky promise.

He ran a hand through his hair, stressed, and motioned to Kenma, "I thought you said she was into me. This- this isn't 'into' me. This is- is- like, fuckin' scared of me."

"She is into you-," His grip was soft, and nice, and though firm, it was still reassuring under your shirt.

Kenma laughed, thinking, as he kissed the side of your head. You still couldn't bring yourself to look at Kuroo, but you still found the strong desire to show off in front of him.

"Man, you're just--," He sighed, about to finish his thought.

"Just what?" Kuroo insisted, pissed off.

"You're too rough. Just... slow it... down."

Kuroo's hands rubbed down his face, brow working hard- he looked completely out of sorts, all frazzled and distressed.

An uneven tone, still worried as he tilted his head down, sideways, at you.

"O-kay, okay- yeah, I can..." He blew out a breath, "I can be... gentle."

As Kenma slowly peeled his shirt off of you- turning you around to face his best friend- revealing everything he ever wanted to see under that stupid uniform- his mind was made of stone.

He was not going to leave without touching you, tasting you. Kuroo lost a bit of feeling in his legs; he swallowed, dry, and nodded like a dumbass, over and over again.

"Yeah...Yea-h, I can slow it down for ya," He mumbled, mostly in an attempt to hype himself up. He pulled his shirt off by the back and closed the distance, with a different approach this time.

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Class Bus Trip

(ended up on Tom's lap, his dick against you)

Contains: smut; fem reader sitting on Tom's lap, public indecency (engaging in sexual acts on public transports), profanity, no p in v (just grinding)

Summary: you're on a school trip, you and your class are on the bus, you end up on Tom's lap at the back, and you suddenly feel his hard cock on your ass and then shit gets steamyyyy

You're on an exhausting five-hour bus trip with your annoying, obnoxious ass class towards the amusement park.

This bus ride is by far the worst you've ever experienced in your life; everyone seems to be yelling at the top of their lungs, tossing random objects at one another playfully to entertain themselves, and engaging in other questionable behavior that you don't even want to witness.

All that's on your mind right now is when you'll finally arrive at your destination. The amusement park. The warm air, thick with the scent of popcorn and sugar, a rush of dopamine. The wind in your hair, your stomach flipping as you fall with the rollercoaster. The nostalgia... Roller coasters have always been your thing since you were a little girl. It's been ages since you were last there.

No matter how often you check the time on your phone, it never seems to go by. "This bus ride is so boring, and it also feels like an eternity. Fuck my life!" you think to yourself, as a loud sigh escapes your lips.

You glance over at your two girlfriends sitting beside you on the bus, gossipping non-stop about whatever meaningless, superficial crap you have no interest in engaging with.

Your eyes wander around the bus, then you turn your head and spot Tom sitting at the back. You notice he seems just as bored as you, scrolling through his phone, while Georg is totally conked out in his sleep, laying down on his side, sprawled across four seats, completely out of it, mouth open, a bit of drool slipping down his chin. He looks funny as fuck. You can't help but let out a loud giggle. You can’t help but let out a giggle. Tom hears it, glances over at you and then at Georg, and lets out a little laugh in return, shaking his head.

"Hmm... This sloppy potato sack is no fun! He's so fucking boring." he chuckles from across the bus, a grin spreading across his face.

"I’m bored too... My friends are gossiping about stupid shit again." You nod at him, secretly hoping he’ll invite you to hang out during the bus ride. Tom has always been a fun guy. Plus, he's kinda cute. You’ve been close since the start, but there’s this flirty vibe between you two that everyone seems to constantly point out, like they’re sure there’s something more than just friendship going on.

He tilts his head, raising an eyebrow curiously. "Why don’t we keep each other company during the bus ride, hm? Come over here."

A blush spreads across your cheeks as you stand up and make your way to the back of the bus. You scan the seats, but they’re all taken up by Georg, lying across them. You hesitate, not wanting to disturb the little sleeping princess. Suddenly, Tom looks up at you with his adorable, warm puppy eyes and taps his lap, an unexpected invitation.

"The fuck?" Your eyes widen, a nervous flush creeping up your neck as you stare at him, unsure you understood him correctly.

"Come on, sit. Sit. On my lap."

Awkwardly, you glance around, making sure no one’s watching. "Are you serious? Is this even allowed? What if the teachers see us?"

"You're acting like I'm asking to eat you out at the back of the bus or something... There are no seats left, so I'm simply being nice, y'know?" He flirts, while his tongue plays with his lip piercing.

"Fine... But don't make it weird," you warn him, turning around and sitting your ass on his lap, your back softly pressing against his chest.

He quickly pulls out his phone from his pocket to show you something. "Fuck, I almost missed the football match... Borussia Mönchengladbach against Bayern M—"

"Shut up! I couldn't care less about football right now. My head hurts," you interrupt, rubbing your temples. In response, Tom just rolls his eyes and starts watching the game on his phone, nudging it toward you, trying to get you to watch too. But football's just not your thing. "Look, look!!" he insists, excitement in his voice.

A few minutes pass, and the two of you haven’t really exchanged many words. Tom’s completely absorbed in his stupid football game. You start feeling a bit uncomfortable sitting on his lap, so you shift slightly, adjusting yourself and sliding a little higher up his thigh. He flinches at your movement, but he doesn’t say anything, just keeps his focus on the game, his body tense for a moment.

"You good?" you ask.

"Yeah..." he replies, though his tone is a little quieter than usual...

You start to notice something off with Tom. His chest rises and falls in quick, uneven breaths, his knee bouncing up and down, a tension in his grip on the phone. Out of nowhere, without warning, his arm slides around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You unconsciously shift a little higher up his lap, and now you can feel something poking your ass...

"uhm, what the..."

He swallows hard, his arms tightening around you, holding you in place. "What are you doing? "Don't move around so much..."

"Do you have something in your pocket?"

"I don't."

"T-then why do i feel..." You innocently adjust yourself on his lap, unwillingly causing friction between your ass and Tom's crotch. At the sudden movement of your hips pressing against him, he inhales sharply, biting back a groan. His eyes widen as he glances at the back of your head, in disbelief.

"You're... you're literally sitting on my dick" He lets out a frustrated sigh, rubbing his temples awkwardly, his breath hitches, and he feels his jeans growing tighter.

"Dude what? I didn't mean to, my bad." You apologize nervously as he takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down before speaking again in a shaky voice.

"Scheiße... Just sit a bit lower. I don't need your ass squishing my dick the entire bus ride... The last thing I need right now is a fucking boner." He adjusts his baggy jeans.

His dirty words make your inner thighs quiver and clench together, your pussy throbbing unwillingly. You clear your throat, but before you get to speak Tom interrupts you.

"What? Are you doing it on purpose or something?" He laughs quietly against your neck, breath tickling your skin, his hips shifting slightly beneath you like he's begging for more.

"Hm? Cuz why are you still sitting on it, huh? You like it or what?" He whispers.

"Tom, we're on a fucking school trip... What are you trying to get me into? Talking like that..."

He pauses for a second, considering your words, before letting lust take over him, grabbing your hips firmly, pulling you back against him and grinding up into you.

"mmmh.. Oh Gott..."

"Tom?! Fuck, you're insane... It feels good tho..." You gasp.

He freezes as he hears the small gasp escape your lips, a rush of heat going straight to his dick. He quickly glances around, realizing how public your little exchange is becoming. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure. "We should probably."

"Nobody can see us anyway... Georg is sleeping... Just keep grinding."

Cautiously, he glances around quickly to make sure no one is paying attention to you two being two dirty little fucks. Then, his hands move to grip your thighs tightly. "Are you trying to make me cum in my pants in front of all these people?" His lips trail tender kisses on the back of your shoulder, making your stomach flutter with butterflies, his hips desperately thrusting up against your ass, breathing heavily down your neck.

"Baby..."

"Baby? Not you getting all affectionate. Did you randomly decide that I'm your man now or something?" He jokes, biting his lip, resisting the need to cum right there and then, closing his eyes, focusing on anything but how much he wants to fuck you right now. "Shit, shit..." His voice barely above a whisper, as his hips continue to move towards your ass, while you bite your lip, trying to hold back your moans.

You've never felt so dirty and used in your life, but fuck, it feels good. Tom's cock feels already so good through his jeans that you can't stop but wonder what it would feel like buried deep inside you, what it would taste like, look like...

With a final thrust, he buries his face in your neck as he cums hard in his pants, his body shaking with pleasure. he groans quietly, his grip on your hips tightening even more as he rides out his orgasm. "oh fuck... oh god..."

Your jaw drops slightly, realizing what mess you've turned him into. Feels powerful tho.

As reality finally sets in, Tom's eyes snap open and he quickly looks around, realizing the bus has stopped and everyone is getting up to leave, letting out a frustrated groan, his face flushing with embarrassment as he realizes he just had an orgasm in his pants because of a girl in his class. You.

Meanwhile, the sleeping princess stirs awake from her nap, Georg, rubbing his eyes as he glances around the bus. His gaze lands on you and Tom, still sitting on his lap. Both of you freeze, silently hoping he doesn’t suspect a thing.

"Hey! The fuck are you guys doing? Did i miss something?" Georg jokes in a sleepy voice.

PART TWO?? :3

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Content : Adult Content

Characters : Bruce Wayne x Y/N

“Y/N, I have an emergency, maybe a lot of emergency, reschedule all my meetings. I'll be back in a maybe few hours or late night? Do it for me, thanks.” Bruce says walking out of his office as he puts on the jacket that matches his pants.

Y/N had been working at Wayne Enterprises as Bruce's personal assistant for almost a year now? Which was quite an accomplishment, considering most people quit for the same reason. He always seemed to have a lot of“emergency” and his poor assistant ended up having to reschedule his entire schedule.

Other than that, he didn't give much more work and the pay was generous. Maybe too freaking generous. Sure, he had to compensate Y/N enough to keep them from asking any questions, the least he needed was for his assistant to find out that he was none other than the Dark Knight.

“Oh, my sweet girl. Go buy yourself something nice to make up for it, don't worry about the price and charge it to my account. And don’t hesitate, you have my word.” Bruce winked seductively added before calling the elevator.

“Uh huh. Emergency again? What a busy man you are. I should considering buying a condo since you said charge it to your account.” There is sarcasm in your words to make fun of him.

He chuckled slightly when heard your comment. You were usually pretty witty and a little bit naughty, it was one of the things that made both of you working together so enjoyable.

The elevator stopped at the parking lot and he walked over to his car. He joked before getting into the car. “Just don't spend more than you make. I can't have my assistant going bankrupt.”

“Gotcha, daddy~since I have your card.” You stand aside his car winking at him playfully as he allows you to spend his money while you played his card in hand.

He was momentarily taken back by the wink. The comment combined with the wink made his thoughts go somewhere they shouldn't. He managed to regain composure and chuckled again.

“Keep it up because I might just have to fire you.” He said jokingly, although it came out sounding a little less like a joke than he intended.

“I know very well that you won't do that.” You smirked confidently as you’re not afraid he would fire you.

He chuckled and shake his head. He started the car and revved the engine a few times. “I like your confidence, charming and hot. I'm off. Don’t have too much fun with my card.”

You couldn't help but laugh, enjoying the teasing interaction between the two of you during work time. After watching his car leave, you returned to the office to handle the work he assigned to you.

Bruce smirked as he watched you walk away. You were certainly a breath of fresh air from the usual sticklers that worked in high positions at Wayne Enterprises. As he drove to the batcave, Bruce still kept your comment in his mind from earlier.

‘Daddy’

Normally he’d find that statement offensive, it sounded like she was calling him an old man. But for some reason, coming from you it didn’t have the same effect. The smile on his lips couldn't be concealed at all when recalling every banter between you two.

A few hours later, Bruce returned to Wayne Enterprises. He was tired from the night, the amount of criminals trying to take advantage of his “busy schedule” seemed to have increased. He was also in a pretty foul mood, his night had been quite unproductive, most criminals seemed to have been staying indoors.

Bruce walked into the building and was heading back to his office when he caught a glimpse of you through your office door. You still working on his schedule. Bruce paused in the doorway, watching you silently for a few moments.

As Bruce watched, he couldn’t help but notice how pretty you looked, the perfect blend of sharp and soft, which somehow fit together perfectly. He enjoyed you around him while working with him, not boring and serious like soldiers. It’s fun and bantering like intimate close friends.

He realized hadn’t said a word since walking in and he had been standing there watching you for what probably seemed like an uncomfortable amount of time. It only further solidified his assumption that he didn’t get out enough.

You leaned beside the shelf and flipped the document that he hasn’t finalized and filled out yet, obviously didn’t notice he’s back to Wayne Enterprises. Bruce cleared his throat gently to get your attention “I’m back, sweet girl.”

“How long you standing there? You should bang into my office rather than standing like a statue.” You close the document putting it back on desk. “Oh by the way, welcome back, handsome. So what’s the emergency?”

He stepped a bit closer, now leaning against the doorway as he watched her. He shoved his hand up and sighed but he pulled back a smiles as he don’t want to expose Batman’s duty. “Just some part time job. Must be annoying having to constantly deal with my ‘emergencies’, but I do appreciate it. I don’t know what I’d do without a competent assistant.”

You tilt your head because you feel he’s so suspicious especially about the emergency he mentioned, but didn’t force him to talk about it. He’s your boss and you’re his personal assistant, respect each other boundaries “Uh huh. What a busy man you are. The schedule I already rescheduled it.”

“Well done, sweet girl. I expected nothing less from my favorite assistant.” Bruce answered, a hint of a smile and teasing on his lips.

He admiring the way you held yourself, as assistant you’re confident and calm, as a close friend you’re naughty and teasing. Something that seemed to be harder to find in Gotham.

Bruce’s eyes moved to the clock and he straightened himself with a sigh. “It’s late, you should get going. Can’t let sweet girl like you work overtime again.”

“Yup. I need a good nap, especially my boss trusts me so much then I have to face a mountain of paperwork.”You rolled your eyes when he still flirted with you. You start packing things into your handbag and prepare to go home.

“Yeah, you look tired—.“ Bruce realized he can’t stopped to flirt with you. Maybe is the casual way to talk with you including some flirty things like this. He was about to tell you looked good, even tired.

Instead, he said “Well, drive safe. Can’t have my favourite assistant getting in any accidents.”He started to walk away but paused and added flirtatious words. “I’m watching you and my account transaction history. Don’t think I’ve forgotten to see what you bought with my card.”

You pouted at him like you’re thinking about what you were going to buy when his cards were in your hand, suddenly an idea appeared on your mind and you made a sound like real “Opps. Maybe a condo? Or Range Rover? Hahahaha. Goodbye, Bruce.”

He chuckled at your retort. He had to give it to you, you are just as witty and so attractive just like his ex lover Selina Kyle, but both of you are different ways of charming people. Bruce nodded in response. “Night. My sweet girl.”

After you left, Bruce returned to his own office and sat at his desk. He was supposed to finish some paperwork, but his thoughts were elsewhere. Specifically, on you. Bruce had never considered himself a very romantic or sexual person. After all, with his work as Batman, he didn’t have much time for romance. With you or Selina Kyle.

And yet, here he was, sitting in his office and his thoughts were on you. Not on criminals or the Batman, but on a beautiful 25 year old woman who is his personal assistant. Bruce leaned back in his desk chair and sighed, it was very unlikely that he’d get anything done tonight.

He was sure most people in similar circumstances would go out to a bar and flirt with an attractive woman, maybe even bring her home and have some “fun”. But Bruce wasn’t most people. The idea of going to a bar to flirt with some random women wasn’t appealing, he didn’t work that way.

He had to admit, the thought of bringing you home and having some “fun” was very appealing…Holy shit…No. He ran a hand over his face. Was he really thinking about bringing you , his attractive younger assistant home?

Damn his mind. It would be crazy. Insane even. He’d lose his favorite sweet assistant, the one person in Wayne Enterprises he could trust and enjoyed working with. Not only that, you were much younger than him, almost 10 years. How old was he? A 35 year old man thinking about a 25 year old like this?

No. He couldn’t think like that. Besides, there was the chance that you had already in a relationship. It was probably the most likely scenario anyway. He pinched his nose bridge and murmured “What a sweet girl..”

Suddenly, an unbidden thought popped into his mind: if you are single, would you be into him? Bruce shake his head. Since when did he think in that way? Of course not. How many times had he heard the old trope about people not dating their bosses.

In your apartment, you sat down on the couch, scrolling and browsing online by use your laptop. You had your legs tucked under yourself, laptop in lap as you typed away, looking through items to charge to your boss’ credit card…As you browsed, kept your mind occupied with other things, so you didn’t accidentally go overboard.

Finally, you made a decision which item you should buy for yourself. An online transaction appears in his account. It’s you using his card to purchase a whole new coffee machine, especially the expensive one that includes a lot of new equipment.

‘Bing.’

He looked up from his work after the noise and went to his computer. Opening it up and looking at the transaction that has just popped up. Bruce’s eyes widened slightly when he realized what it was. ‘She’s certainly not holding back…’ He thought with a smirk.

In the same time, you laughed at the purchase price and succeeded. You never holding back especially you have this special treatment which is personally given by your boss. You take a screenshot for the transaction and send it to his chat account. “Thanks~my favorite boss. Love you so much.”

Bruce’s computer pinged again as he received a message. He smiled as he read that you had thanked him and said you love him. He knew you didn’t mean it in a romantic way, and yet for some stupid reason, it made his heart flutter. He quickly wrote a short reply. “Goodnight, my sweet girl.”

“Night night, my boss.” You type a message and send it to him. You feel a little sleepy, before that you go into the bathroom, take off your clothes and take a hot bath. You come out of the bathroom with naked, you dry your body and hair, put on your lace nightgown and climbed on the bed to sleep.

By the time Bruce saw the reply on his computer, he had turned it off and was on his way back to the manor. He kept thinking about the email, especially when you had thanked him, called him “favorite” and said you“love” him. He knew he shouldn’t be this excited for something that might have just been a funny remark, but he couldn’t help it.

He wasn’t focused on the road, just letting the autopilot car drive by itself while his thoughts were still filled with his assistant. After a while he made his way to his bedroom. It’s not like he would get much work done anyway if his thoughts were preoccupied with his very attractive personal assistant.

Bruce stripped out of his clothes, taking a quick shower, just like you , came out just as naked and dried his body with a towel. He had no reason to wear any clothes to bed, completely exposed himself. He stood in front of the mirror. He was a playboy in Gotham City. Thanks to his alter ego as Batman fighting criminals, he had such attractive muscles. He lying under his covers, closed his eyes and sleep.

Morning comes, you arrive at your work building early as usual. You stepped into the elevator and scan the access card to go directly to Bruce's office. After arriving at the floor, you go to the office kitchen to make two cups of coffee. Bring it into his office, put his credit card on the desk and return it to him, then sort out the documents on the desk.

A little while later, Bruce arrived. After parking his car in the parking lot, made his way inside, greeted by many of his employees, most of them greeted him with a smile. He got into the elevator and get to his floor. He didn’t have to wait long before it arrived.

Bruce walked through the hallway that led to his office. He slowed slightly as he passed your office, but didn’t stop. Arriving at his office, he pushed the door open. As expected, you are already at work. Two cups of coffee sat on his desk, along with the file he had been working with last night.

Bruce smirked when he saw his credit card on his desk, it seemed like you were enjoying the benefits it gave you. He picked up the card and put it back into his wallet. Bruce took the coffees and smiled his thanks. He said with a chuckle. “I see you’re already putting that card to good use. Did you have fun with my credit card yesterday?”

You chuckled and turned your back to him while sorting out the documents, you answered him in a teasing tone as usual. “You know. A coffee machine. I've always wanted one in my apartment.”

“And the most expensive one you could find, I assume…?” He said in a teasing voice, a smirk still on his lips. Bruce picked up a cup and took a sip of the hot coffee. It was perfect as always.

You stop what you are doing and turn around to give him a smug smile. You look around the office to make sure no one is outside, then you walk over to him and sit at his desk. “I was thinking about the expensive stuff suits your taste. Maybe you can stopped by and I can make a coffee for you with my new coffee machine. If you free.”

He watched you go over to his desk and sit on the edge, a smirk on lips. He was momentarily surprised by how close you were sitting. When you made the suggestion to have a drink in your apartment, something flashed through Bruce’s mind. For a moment, he almost thought you are insinuating something.

Bruce placed his cup of coffee down on his desk and stood up, standing directly in front of you. He looked down at you , he almost towered over you while you sitting down. He leaned closer, his arms folded across his chest. “Maybe…I should be free sometime. I’d need to know your address though…”

You chuckled and nodded slightly, then took out your phone and sent the address of your apartment and the exact location to his chatroom. “There. Remember mark it as important.”

Bing—

Bruce heard the sound of his phone notifying him of a new message and picked it up. The message, your apartment’s address. He smiled when you made the comment and looked up from his phone. “Don’t pretend like you’re not handing your address out to every guy you meet.”

You grabbed his tie pulled it closer to make him standing between your legs. You stroke his tie like tracing the sensations with your fingers. He was standing between your legs now. “Because the others… I never invited them to come stopped by in my apartment for a coffee.”

Bruce’s breath hitched when you pulled him closer and started touching his tie, his hands reflexively reached out and placed themselves on the desk. His hands gripping the desk’s edge, his knuckles starting to turning white.

Bruce was trying to keep his composure and not make it look like the actions were affecting him, but it wasn’t exactly working. He tried and failed to ignore the feeling of your legs on either side of him, your thighs were practically against his hips. “And why would that be?”

You looked into his eyes and gently traced your fingers over his tie. Being able to smell his faint scent and the smell of coffee just now from such a close distance which makes your heart move. “Because you know how to taste it.”

Bruce’s breath hitches as you looked into his eyes, your fingers tracing over his tie. He was intensely aware of how close both of you, he could practically feel the warmth of your breath on his face. Your words, the simple comment of a double meaning sent a rush of heat through him. He could feel his heart thump in his chest.

Bruce moved his right hand and placed it on your thigh, letting it rest there. He said, his gaze drifting to her lips. “And I know how to taste other things too…”

You tilted your head and looked innocently, but you knew his meaning when his gaze turned to your lips. You released his tie and holding his hand that’s on your thigh. “Sounds great. I wonder what you will do?”

Bruce’s grip on your thigh tightens slightly. He knew you’re playing innocent, and he was falling for it. He took a step forward, eliminating the distance between them and pressed his body against you. He placed his other hand on your hip, holding you in place.

He bent down a little, his lips only a few millimeters away. He could feel the heat rising in his chest and in the pit of his stomach. He said in a low voice, his breathing becoming a bit shallow. “I have few ideas…”

You chuckled at him “Must be a great idea.”

His voice was still in a low tone, he was still staring into your eyes. He could feel that he was already getting aroused, your proximity and the scent of skin weren’t helping. He brought his hand from your hip up to chin, tilting your head up slightly. His gaze falling on your lips. “Should I show you a sample?”

You turned your head and looked at the clock. There were still thirty minutes left before his meeting. You didn't want to waste it. You grabbed his hand and moved it to your inner thigh to tease him. “Time is of the essence, don't waste it.”

He still has at least half an hour to kill before he needed to be in the conference room for a meeting. As good as that idea sounded, he wouldn’t be able to fully express it without being late. He looked back down at you as you moved his hand to your inner thigh, his breath hitched as he felt the smoothness of your skin under his hand. “Oh don’t worry… I don’t have any intentions of wasting time.”

All it took was a few simple words on part, the little self-control that was left inside of Bruce was gone. A primal part of his brain had taken over. As soon as he finished speaking, he squatted down and spread wide open your legs to accommodate his body.

Without giving you a chance, he pulled your panties down and buried his face under your skirt, licking your clitoris with his tongue to taste you. You felt a rush of passion, the part he licked was constantly rubbed by his tongue, as if he was sucking you in hungrily. You grabbed his shoulders, your body trembled continuously, you straightened your waist and tilted your head upwards to moan.

When the two of you were busy, the phone on his desk suddenly rang, interrupting both of your enjoyment. You turned your head saw it was from Lucius Fox, which must be the preparation for the meeting. You stopped him from licking, but he ignored it and indulged in it. With no other options left, you clutched his clothes tightly, stifling your own moans, and forced yourself answered his call for him.

“H-Hey Mr Lucius…how can I help you…?” You answer the phone, your voice slightly shaky as you clutched onto Bruce as he continued. You said, but mentally cursing at Bruce because he’s not stopping what’s he’s doing right now! You tried your best to make your voice sound normal, keeping back a moan as you felt Bruce’s tongue run over your sensitive parts.

On the other end of the phone, Lucius had expected to speak to Bruce, but instead was met with your voice. Not knowing the situation, completely unaware of what was happening on the other side of the phone call, continued on. “Hey smart girl, is Bruce there with you? I need to quickly talk with him for a second about something important, is he available?”

Bruce, who was kneeling under the desk, didn’t even think about what it looked like on the other end of the phone call. He continued licking, enjoying the taste and texture. The moment you reached climax, you were about to moan loudly out but you can’t, you clutching his clothes tightly almost to ripping it to suppress the feeling.

You poked Bruce's head to hint that Lucius wanted to talk to him. Unexpectedly, Bruce looked up for a moment, silently communicating to you that he wanted you to speak for him.While he had never asked anything like this before, you had to admit that in your hazy mind it was actually quite funny in a messed up way.

How would Lucius feel to know his boss was between his personal assistant’s legs? However, he wasn’t going to stop what he was doing and you were forced to act as his mouth piece in the meantime. In this sneaky situation, you suddenly have a funny idea to make fun of Bruce. You suppress yourself and continue to talk to Lucius in phone while clutching his clothes tightly. “He is currently busy... Busy doing bad things..”

As you were forced to speak on behalf of your boss, holding back the moans and pleasure he was giving you. Lucius’s voice from the other end of the phone call went silent for a second before he spoke again. He asked, sounding a little confused but concerned. “Ummm… care to elaborate on that..?”

Meanwhile, Bruce looked up at you, his eyes narrowing when he heard you say ‘busy doing bad things.’ He got what you were doing and was slightly annoyed by it. Especially in this kind of situation, he'll keep you company with your naughty ideas , so he decided to punish you by biting your thighs.

A sudden tingling sensation increases the pleasure of your desire. You tilt your head back and your climax explodes once again. You clutched the phone harder than ever to hold yourself back. “He messed up the files....now I have to help him with it....”

Bruce’s ears twitched as he heard you speak. It was a clear that your voice was shaking a lot, clearly an effect of him and what he was doing. The comment you gave in response to Lucius gave him a hint that you were trying to play a game of your own, and it was clear that you were having a hard time getting your words out without sounding too obvious.

He felt a sense of satisfaction as he heard you struggle to speak. He decided that it was time to increase the torture a little. Suddenly, you felt a surge of excitement came over, his fingers tracing outside your sensitive parts.

Seeing the effects that his actions had on you, and hearing how hard it was for you to speak without letting anything slip to Lucius on the phone, Bruce smirked. He knew that he had you exactly where he wanted you, right on the edge. He wasn’t satisfied though. Bruce wanted to listen to you get more riled up and he thought of a way to do exactly that.

Bruce’s hands moved from your inner thighs and started tracing his fingers up and down on your outer parts, the sensation felt even more heightened due to the anticipation. He was teasing you. You continued speaking into your phone, but the words were coming out more labored and breathless than usual.

“Smart girl, are you alright over there…?” Lucius’s voice broke the silence that was on the call, he could tell from your shaky voice and weird behaviour that something wasn’t quite right.

Meanwhile Bruce looked up at you as he ran his finger along your most sensitive part, he knew that you were getting desperate and was waiting for your next words. Until he put a finger inside you to play it, you coughed to cover up your orgasm. “I’m alright…just my throat is a bit itchy…”

When you started coughing and tried to cover it up, Bruce was a little bit surprised, he thought you would have been able to handle it a little longer. He felt his mouth twitch into a smirk when he heard what you said to Lucius. It was clear that you were lying, but he couldn’t help but find the whole situation slightly amusing.

As he saw you struggling to hold yourself back, Bruce decided to up the ante and added a second finger. You grit your teeth, want to hang up the phone in your hand and throw it into the trash can. Your boss enjoys this atmosphere. Seeing you messed up by him increases his desire and enthusiasm.

As soon as Bruce added a second finger it was almost too much to bear for you, it was becoming increasingly hard to hold yourself back without doing something obvious. Meanwhile, Lucius was still sitting on the other end of the phone, his voice filled with a hint of concern. “Are you sure you’re alright…?”

“Yes…I’ll drink more water…thanks for your concern.”Bruce continued to watch you struggle and trying to keep your cool for Lucius’s sake. He knew that you were at your limit and was trying to hold on for dear life. But he didn’t think that you could get much farther without accidentally slipping in the obvious truth.

He curled his fingers slightly inside of you, he couldn’t help but smirk and feel a little pride because your body reacted so passionately. You didn't expect you couldn’t suppress his fingers so great inside you that when he did this, you would squirt so much like a mess. The feeling of Bruce’s fingers curling inside of you was too much and you had to suppress a moan.

Bruce watched your reaction, his smirk deepening a little. He was thoroughly enjoy watching you struggle on the phone to Lucius, listening to you struggle to keep your moans down so that Lucius didn’t catch on. Meanwhile, Lucius on the other end of the phone was getting a little suspicious. “You sound strange over the phone. You sure you’re alright? Should I come and check on you..?”

“Huh?! Um…nonono…don’t worry about it….”When you suddenly squirted on his fingers, Bruce was a little stunned by the sudden amount. He was only going to cause you a little more discomfort and make you try even harder to act normal.

You clutched the phone and his shirts tightly to suppress your feelings was about exposing out. He raised an eyebrow slightly in shock, slightly surprised at what you did. He could hear you desperately trying to stop any moans from being heard at the other end of the phone.

“Are you sure…?” Lucius asked again, getting more suspicious, especially your voice and breath. Lucius sounding like he was seconds away from getting up from his chair and heading over to check on you two.

You heard the sound of moving chair, sounds like Lucius was about stand up from his chair over the phone, and you tensed. For a moment you are distracted, you felt something hot rubbing against your entrance, it was Bruce.

His hot dick rubs against your entrance. He pushed you down to his desk, his face was smirked like he’s enjoying this moment. You swallow your saliva, do your best blurting out something to stopped Lucius leaving his office. “Mr Lucius, I’m really fine…Bruce and I still sorted out the meeting documents…”

As soon as you blurted that Bruce and you were working on the documents for the meeting, Lucius paused for a moment before speaking, thinking.“Alright fine… but don’t forget the meeting is in a few minutes.”

He slowly pushes forward his dick into yours, his waist begins to hit your hips roughly like his hunger reaches the limit, secreting hormones in your body. You lean your head back and grab his tie to calm your nerves. “Alright, see you later…Mr Lucius…”

When you spoke again, you tried to sound as normal as you possibly could, but it was clear that you were struggling. You tried to remain composed and calm as you spoke, but your mind was still in a haze from his actions. Lucius said, sounding a little reluctant, but still convinced. “I’ll see you in the meeting. Bye.”

When you heard Lucius hang up, you finally let go of all your worries. You put the phone aside and finally got back to work with your boss. You straddled your legs around his waist feeling his dick inside your body so deep and hot. “You bastard…”

All your worries and troubles vanished as soon as you heard Lucius hang up. With no one on the other end of the phone, you no longer had to worry about trying to hide yourself from him. He asked, pretending to be innocent, even though you both knew exactly what he did. “Me? What did I do that was so bad..?”

He fucks you over and over again without stopping, and the two of you enjoy the atmosphere and the pleasure brought by this little game. He was very fast, and the sensitive spots in your body were constantly poked, causing you to climax repeatedly, as if he knew where your weaknesses were. “You…know…if others knew about this…Bruce Wayne under his personal assistant’s skirt…that would be so funny…”

Every thrust felt like magic, as if he knew every single thing you wanted and needed. He knew exactly how to make you feel good. He smirked and looked at you as you mentioned that if others knew about what was happening under your skirt. “Oh yeah, it would be. Everyone would think that Bruce Wayne is so weak that he couldn’t even wait, is doing it in his office.”

The speed and intensity that he was moving, was incredible. It felt like he was possessed. “And they would think that he is such a bad boss that he doesn’t care about work, he just wants to do something else.”

He lifts your left leg hook it over his shoulder. His lips pass over every part of your left leg and leave kiss marks. You can feel a strong possessive breath coming from him. His movements are bigger and rougher without holding himself. He fucks you too extremely, just like him wanted to messing you up.

“I’m sure lots of people wouldn’t be surprised though, they’d probably think that it’s typical for him to take his assistant instead of getting a girlfriend. After all, it’s a lot easier to screw when you’re right there at hand.” He whispered in your ears make you shiver.

You clutched the edge of his desk, unable to close your mouth. Luckily his office was well soundproofed, otherwise the sounds of your moans, squirting, and thrusting would have spread throughout the building. “Oh…ah…Bruce…I’m again…”

The office was quiet, save for the sound of breathing and the occasional moan that he drew from you. But thanks the soundproofing, those sounds were firmly contained within the room, keeping them safe from anyone outside. “You’d better keep your voice down…unless you want someone to walk in and catch us.”

You enjoy the feeling of being possessed by him at this moment. You obey his orders, you grab his hand and put it to your mouth, you lick his thumb with your tongue and then gently bite it, the air from your mouth passes through his skin, you suppress your moaning desire. “Oh…Bruce…not fair to shut my mouth…Your office is obviously soundproof.”

Every time you licked his thumb and bit it slightly, he felt his skin tingle. It was like electricity was running down his spine every time your tongue touched him.

He smirked when heard you say that it was unfair for him to shut your mouth. He said with a cheeky grin.“I’m the boss, it’s my job to be unfair. But that doesn’t mean I want to listen to your loud moans…”

You squeeze his hot dick tightly inside yours and tease him to irritate him. You felt a burst of pain, but it ignited your desire to be abused. He’s kinda enjoying your naughty behavior in this intimate game.

He let out a low moan when you squeezed him inside, and it was getting a little harder to keep his cool and his voice down. He tried to keep his voice steady and even as he spoke. “You really are a little tease…don’t get so cocky, I’m your boss.”

Again. His rough hands slapped your peach-like buttocks, and gripping tightly until leaving red marks there. You squirt once more, the hot breath coming from the pain of his slapping your buttocks, he simply shows no mercy to you. “Ugh! Bruce!! More!”

He enjoyed the way you looked at him, in a mixture of pain and pleasure, mixed in with a hint of desperation. He liked seeing you like this, in pain, but also enjoying the whole situation. He gave your booty another rough slap, his hand making a sharp move.

Your pain-pleasure was delicious for him, it was like music, like a drug he couldn’t get enough of. He could tell that you were in some pain, but your body still craved him and wanted to feel more. His desire for you was too strong, he needed to release more of himself.

You bit his thumb and almost let out a moan, your breathing quickened. Your trembling voice aroused desire once again as his lust burned every part of your body. “More…push me more…my boss…”

He could see how close you were getting and he knew that you needed something to tip you over the edge. He was enjoying this, watching you and listening to your trembling voice. He teased and taunted you, wanting to draw as many helpless begging sounds out of you as he could. “Oh, begging for it already, are you? What a sweet girl you are, so craving me.”

“Ugh ah….I couldn’t hold it anymore!”When you finally give in to the sensation, the amount of squirting exceeded your expectations, and your loud moans were almost enough to break the soundproofing on the walls. You release his thumb from your mouth and cover your mouth to reduce the sound of your loud moans.

He’s surprised at the amount of your squirting. It’s quite an amount, but he seems to enjoy it, it’s like a boost of energy to him. He looked down at you, his eyes darkened and his smirked, enjoying the sight of you trying to cover your moans up. He placed his hand on top of your hand that covered your mouth, preventing you from muffling the sounds. “Shh…Not so loud, sweet girl. What a great scene I love.”

Your moans and the sound of you squirting filled the room, making it impossible to ignore what was happening. He gently caressed your hair, looking at you with a hint of satisfaction. His thing is surging inside you, it has reached its peak and is about to burst out inside you.

His body is tense, his breathing is laboured, he’s trying his best to contain himself, to hold on a little longer, but it’s getting difficult. He groans again, his body shaking slightly, like he’s fighting hard against an invisible force. He moans, “I…I…I need..”

You feel it’s hurting your buttocks, he gripped it so hardly to increased your pleasure because he reached the edge was about to exposed. The sweat, the passion, the breath, the satisfaction and the pain. You clutched him tightly and moan louder don’t care anymore. All of the sensations pushed both of you two reached the climax in the same time.

It was like a race, a race to see who could reach the edge first, but you both could tell that you were both close, so close to the moment when nothing else mattered but the two of you, and the pleasure that you shared. His body is on fire, the sweat is trickling down his skin, his breathing is desperate, like he’s trying to catch his breath and failing.

Your body was full of his marks, some were fading, but most of them were brand new. He’d made sure to cover you in them, to leave his mark all over you and make sure that others knew you were his. He can’t say anything, his office surrounded by pants and moans, every part of body tense as both of you struggles with pleasure.

He’s trying to hold on, to not let himself burst. He’s groaning like it’s taking all his strength to hold back. It’s becoming difficult for him to hold back, he’s panting and moaning. He can’t say anything, every part of his body is tense as he. His body is shaking, you feel he’s filling up with his sweet hot juice inside your body.

You panting trying to catch your breath from the excitement and extremely passionate moment with your boss. When he finally releases, he let out a deep guttural moan, like a mixture of relief and satisfaction. He’s trying to catch his breath, panting and sweaty. “That…that was amazing.”

You chuckle at him after he moved away from you. With your last stamina, you pushed yourself up to sitting on the desk, the desk is messing like hell. Both of you completely ignored what surroundings both of you and buried each other in intimate moments. “Wow…that was extremely rough time.”

He looked at you, laughing slightly as you pushed yourself up to sit on his desk, your body still recovering from the activities.He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the messy desk, it was a clear indication of what had just happened between the two of you. He said, panting slightly. “Yeah, it was. Didn’t expect us to get so… rough.”

He continued looking at you, taking in the sight of your body covered in marks, the proof of what had just happened between the two of you. His body was still shaking slightly, his breath panting as he tried to regain his composure. “You’re…a naughty one.”

You pouted and swinging your legs playfully at him. You pulled him closer to his unbuttoned his suit jacket and pressed a red lipstick kiss mark inside his white shirt. You buttoned his suit jacket and whispered. “Because I’m your favorite assistant. So I’m allowed being naughty with you.”

He watched carefully as you buttoned his suit jacket, and didn’t protest once, letting you do as you please. When you whispered that you were his favorite assistant and allowed to be naughty with him, he smirked and nodded. “That’s true, you’re my favorite after all. But don’t get too carried away.”

You playfully pressed his cheek a kiss when both of you satisfied, then noticed the what time the clock showed. There are still ten minutes before the meeting time. You see that you are a little messy, you immediately get off from his desk and before you go to the bathroom to clean yourself up, especially your private parts. You winking at him. “Got to go, need to clean myself.”

He looked at the mess you left behind, with the slightly tousled desk and the chair. He let out a slight sigh and began fixing himself up a little, his tie, his hair, and his suit jacket. When he was done, he looked at the time. Ten minutes before the meeting.

The way the desk was messy, the way the room smelled, everything was a constant reminder of what had just happened between the two of you. He smirked, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction and excitement. He was the type of man to get off on taking control and having power over others, and having you as his assistant added an extra layer of excitement to it.

He adjusted his tie and fixed his hair, making sure he looked composed and presentable. It was important for him to maintain an air of professionalism, even though the two of you had just engaged in some rather unprofessional activities.

He took a moment to sit behind his desk and take a few deep breaths to compose himself. He still couldn’t believe what had just happened, but he was also feeling a sense of excitement and curiosity about how the rest of the day would play out.

After cleaning yourself, you notice that both your legs have his marks. You have no choice but to put on black semi sheer stockings to cover up the marks on your legs so that others won't ask you unnecessary questions. You leave the bathroom and pick up the meeting materials on his desk. “Shall we go? My favorite boss.”

He noticed the black semi sheer stockings that you had put on to cover up the marks left on your legs. It’s kinda seductive and sexy looking at them. A small smirk formed on his face as he knew exactly what you were covering up.He stood up from his desk and smoothed out his clothes, making sure he looked presentable. “We shall, my favorite assistant.”

He couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on you for a moment, appreciating the way the stockings fit you perfectly. He knew that he was the only one who would know what was under them, and the thought of that made him feel both possessive and intrigued. He stepped closer to you and put a hand on the small of your back to guide you towards the meeting room.

Both of you walked side by side down the corridor, your bodies close together. Both of you walked in the same pace in the corridor, both of you satisfied with each other passionately. You stole a glance at him and whispered. “Did you think future I have to cover my legs with stockings?”

He could feel your warmth beside him, he was secretly satisfied knowing that only he knew what was under those stockings. He chuckled slightly. He looked down at your legs covered in stockings and then back up at you. “Well... that depends on me. Do you think you’ll have to wear them again in the future?”

You look around to confirm that is no one is around the corridors. You pulled him closer and whispered in his ears and bitten his earlobe. “If you bite me and leave me marks again.”

He couldn’t help but shiver a little at the feeling of your breath on his skin. He smirked and leaned in closer to you, his voice low and playful. “If I leave more marks on you, you know I'll expect you to wear stockings again. I don't want anyone else to see what's mine, my favorite assistant.”

Both of you chuckled at each other. As you continued walking. He glanced at you again, appreciating the way the stockings accentuated your legs, and the thought of leaving more marks on you filled his mind with excitement. But for now, he had to focus on the meeting, despite the distractions of his very naughty little assistant.

Bonus Part

Over the next few weeks, a unspoken agreement had been established between the two of you. During work hours, you both maintained a professional and respectful attitude as boss and personal assistant, keeping your true feelings and relationship masked from your colleagues.

However, when the two of you were alone together, that professional facade melted away, replaced by a passionate and intense connection. Keeping your relationship a secret added a thrill and a sense of the forbidden to your connection.

One day, he had a sly idea in mind to spice things up a little bit. Without warning, he went out and bought a wireless sex toy, specifically a remote-controlled vibrator. With a devious smile, he put the vibrator in the box and then placed the box in the drawer of your desk. He then made his way to the office, and he had the remote control in his pocket.

As expected, you were surprised by the appearance of a mysterious box on your desk. After opening it, you found a wireless vibrator, with the control remote missing. You couldn’t help but feel a little puzzled and intrigued. Just then he appeared at your desk, a sly smile on his face. He leaned against the desk. “I see you found my little surprise.”

You held back your smile and looked at the little fun thing he gave you under the desk. This guy is adding to the fun of the little game between us. “So…what game you going to play this time?”

He gave you a wink and then pushed himself away from the desk, casually walking away, leaving you guessing what he had in store for you. “You know me. I like to keep things interesting. Let’s just say… I have a little plan. Just make sure you keep that thing.”

You chuckle at his back as he left your office, and took out the instruction manual to read. Put the toy in underwear and put it on to fit your sensitive parts. Then use the wireless remote control to control the intensity of the vibration to bringing the pleasure. The intensity levels range from low to high.

But then, you realized that there was no remote control in the box. Bruce must have it, which meant he would be the one controlling the intensity of the vibration. You couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and slight nervousness at the thought.

As you carefully placed the toy in your thong, you could feel a strong sense of excitement and anticipation building within you. The friction against your sensitive parts only served to heighten the sensation. You stand up and walk towards his office, the feeling of the toy against your body making every step feel pleasurable.

When you reach his office, you knock on his door and wait for his response, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. He looked up from his desk when he heard the knock on his door, he had been anticipating your arrival. He leaned back in his chair and called out. “Come in.”

He watched as you entered the room, closing the door behind you. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he noticed the slight change in your gait. He sees you tapping on his desk, indicating that you have used the toy. He quickly cuts off his conversation and gives you a subtle nod, conveying that he got your message.

You stand nearby, maintaining a professional and focused demeanor, notebook in hand as you record the topics of the conversation. Suddenly, you feel a slight vibration in your thong, catching you off guard. You try your best to keep your composure, but the pleasure is undeniable.

He continues talking business, all the while discreetly adjusting the intensity of the vibration using the remote control. His eyes flicker up at you, a hint of amusement and control in his gaze. He keeps the vibration at a low, tantalizing level, wanting to draw it out and tease you further.

He can see your efforts to maintain a focused demeanor, but the small tells in your body language give away the pleasure you're feeling. He notices the slight flush in your cheeks, the clench of your thighs, the way your breath hitches ever so slightly.

You grip the pen tightly, trying to keep your focus on writing in the notebook as each time the vibration increases, your grip on the pen gets harder. He smirks at the way you're desperately trying to keep your cool, clearly enjoying the effect the toy is having on you. He keeps adjusting the intensity discreetly, watching as your hand trembles slightly with every increase in vibration.

He looks away from you to continue the conversation, but he keeps the vibration level as it is, enjoying the way you squirm and try to keep your voice steady. The continuous vibrations were starting to cause a new, noticeable effect on you. You were so focused on maintaining your composure that you hadn't realized how turned on you had become.

You were grateful that you had chosen to wear a black dress that day, because you could feel your wetness without even realizing it. The feeling was both pleasurable and maddening. He looks at you again, taking in your appearance. He can tell from the way you're standing that you're uncomfortable, but he just smirks and continues the conversation with the subordinate.

The sudden onslaught of the highest vibration setting was almost too much to bear. You had to do everything in your power to hold it together, biting your lip to keep from moaning out loud.

You quickly tried to distract yourself by coughing loudly, hoping that the people in the room would think you're just clearing your throat. "Ahem. Sorry, my throat is itchy…"

He looks at you, his smirk widening as he sees the effect the toy is having on you. He notices the way you bite your lip and cough to cover up any moans. He asks, feigning concern in his voice. "Are you okay? You look a little flushed."

You cleared your throat again, and kicked his chair under his desk. “Ahem, thanks for your concern, I’m good, just my throat a little itchy. Mr Bruce Wayne….”

He felt a wave of excitement wash over him. He knew that you were getting desperate, and he loved seeing you struggle to maintain your cool. When you spoke his name, he gave you a sly smile and continued his conversation like nothing was wrong. “I’m glad to hear that. Just let me know if you need anything."

You clutched the pen and notebook tightly. You stilled maintain your professional attitude in front of them. “If you say so, may I leave for a while? I need to use the bathroom.”

He looked at you with a nonchalant expression, as if the toy wasn't affecting you at all. He nodded. As you turned to leave, he casually increased the vibration level. As you were about to leave, the vibrations suddenly intensified, and you couldn't hold back the moan that escaped your lips.

“Kya!!!”You gasped and stumbled a little, catching yourself against the doorframe. You felt your knees buckle and your body trembled, the pleasure overwhelming you.The sudden increase in intensity was too much for you to handle and before you could even leave the room, a loud moan escaped your lips.

The sudden outburst immediately caught the attention of everyone in the room, including the subordinates. They looked at you with a surprised expression, while Bruce just smirked. He knew damn well that you were only using it as an excuse to cover up your actual reason for moaning.

You squatted awkwardly on the ground, feigning a pain in your heel caused by the high heels you were wearing, knowing that it was a weak excuse, but it was all you could think of in the moment. "Sorry. These heels just don't fit right."

He tried to hold back his smile as he watched you make up an excuse for your outburst. He could see the way you were trembling slightly, the flush in your cheeks, and the way your eyes were unfocused. He leaned back in his chair, trying to look casual and unbothered, but his mind was racing with all the things he wanted to do to you.

Meanwhile, the subordinate looked at you, a little worried. "Are you okay," he asked tentatively.

You stood up as quickly as possible, feeling the wetness that had already started to soak through your thong. You tried to maintain a professional expression and a charming smile as you thanked the subordinate for their concern. “Thanks for your concern, now I have to excuse myself.”

As you left the room, he leaned back in his chair and watched you go, his eyes fixed on your ass just a bit too long. He could see the way you were walking, slightly unsteady and squirmy, and he knew that the toy was still running at full blast.

The sight of you leaving the room, desperate to get some relief, was driving him wild. He shifted in his seat, trying to suppress the thoughts that were going through his mind.

After the meeting was finally over, Bruce dismissed the subordinate and sat back in his chair, his mind still preoccupied with thoughts of you. He leaned back in his chair and waited for you to return, wondering how you were holding up after the toy had been tormenting you for so long.

Thankfully you brought spare clothes with you, you returned to his office. When no one was around, you locked the door. You approached him, straddled his lap, and lifted his chin. “Such a naughty boss you are. You’re gonna make me squirt in front of others.”

His eyes roaming over your body. He let you lift his chin, tilting his head back to look at you better. He looked up at you with a sly smile. His hands moving to rest on your hips. “Can you blame me, though? You look absolutely gorgeous.”

You pouted acting like you angry and pressed a quick kiss on his lips. You asked him in playful tone. “Even I squirted in front of others?”

He chuckled at your playful pout, enjoying the way you tried to act mad. As you pressed a quick kiss on his lips, he couldn't help but smile. "Especially if you squir—“

He was cut off by a knock on the door, breaking the moment. He cursed under his breath, frustrated at the interruption. You chuckle at him especially when he makes that face, you tickling his chin with fingers and teasing him. “Aww, don’t be mad. Tonight my apartment. You still keep the key?”

He chuckled at your playful touch, enjoying the feeling of your fingers tickling his chin. When you mentioned your apartment and the key. He looked at you with a mischievous smile, his eyes flickering with desire. “Tonight, then. I'll be there.”

— The End —

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A Thought About Shadow Milk Cookie

I actually meant to make this post months ago, but I sort of let it fall to the wayside for the sake of other things. Now Blue Gatorade Cookie is coming out tomorrow and I'm like "ahhh shit I'm late" lol. Consider this a sequel/accompanying piece to the Burning Spice Cookie post

Shadow Milk always gave me a bit of the impression of being a Victor Frankenstein type. If you haven't read the book (please do, it's fantastic), then this quote sums up both the character, the story, and my perception of Shadow Milk pretty well:

"Learn from me, if not by my precepts, at least by my example, how dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge, and how much happier that man is who believes his native town to be the world, than he who aspires to become greater than his nature will allow."

Knowledge is power. Knowledge is freedom. Equally so, perhaps even MORE so, knowledge is fun. It's fun to learn new things. And with all of this in mind, Shadow Milk did his best to pursue the knowledge he so championed, and share it with the world, whatever it was. You give a man a fish and he eats for a day; you teach a man to fish and he eats for a lifetime. So Shadow Milk made it his mission to teach all men to fish. To teach them to read, to cook, to sew. To teach them magic, to teach them science, to teach them whatever filled the gap between. Perhaps he even went so far as to become a close associate of a certain academy, if not outright being its founder (Blueberry Yogurt Academy theorists, where you at lol). Anything to achieve the ultimate goal of inspiring others to learn and thrive as he does.

But as I said, knowledge is fun. There doesn't necessarily need to be a reason for it. Maybe Shadow Milk never actually needed one; even if there was no one left to teach, he could always teach himself, for he was always his own greatest student. And so whenever he had time, he read every book he could get his hands on. Practiced every spell. Sang every song, recited every poem, memorized every bit of meaningless trivia. Anything and everything to feed his endless hunger for more knowledge. Because it was... fun. It was freeing, to have those little burdens of doubt lifted from his shoulders, however inconsequential they actually were. And - however much he was able to admit it, to himself or to others - it made him feel powerful.

Until he started learning things no one else had before. That no one else could. That no one else should.

Maybe he learned how to peek into people's minds, and saw exactly how vapid, selfish, stupid and cruel so many of us really are beneath the façades we wear. Maybe he uncovered secrets that accidentally tore apart families, scandals that threw governments into chaos, acts of betrayal that may have started wars. Maybe one day, he learned the ultimate truth of the world; who and what cookies were really supposed to be, and what their makers really thought of them. (Not too far off from White Lily, really.)

In his desperation for solutions as well as some semblance of self-comfort, Shadow Milk just kept on learning. Kept searching for answers. Kept acquiring more and more knowledge. Because it was all he ever knew how to do. It was all he believed himself to be good for. But it was never enough. Not only did he never truly find the answers he sought - whether it be because they never existed in the first place, or because whatever he found only made him ask even more questions than before - but he just kept going down more and more rabbit holes. And he couldn't stop himself-

No. That's not true. Of course he could. He just didn't want to. Because knowledge is power, and deep down inside, he was always power-hungry. And besides that, he was just so curious. Morbid curiosity can be a terrible sin. Perhaps a small part of him, one he never wanted to give credence to, relished in being smarter than everyone else. And maybe that same part of him was also hubristic enough to believe he could learn whatever he wanted to, whenever he wanted to, just because he could.

Perhaps Shadow Milk tried to sound the alarm, so to speak. Share those great and terrible truths he uncovered with the world. But nobody listened, no matter how much they believed in and respected him otherwise. Because the truth is stranger than fiction, more often than not, and there's only so much strangeness people can tolerate. Knowing this - knowing how foolish people can really be, how quick they are to shun the truth to protect their own feelings - he looked for another answer, like he always does. Shadow Milk always had a fondness for theatrics; he wasn't just a scholar, he was a poet, a playwright, an artist. And thus, it was with these talents and loves of his that he tried to teach people what he knew. He wrote stageplays that became famous. Fantasy novels that became bestsellers. Poems and essays that were read aloud in classrooms. Everything he could throw at the wall with as much panache as possible. Because that's who he is, and that's what people are more likely to listen to. People like bread and circuses, so he gave them a whole bakery and performed every circus act himself.

But it was never enough. Those threads of truth he so carefully weaved into the tapestries of his work; no one felt them. Those easter eggs he hid; no one found them. Nobody ever saw what he saw, whether he snuck it into the picture or plastered it right in the center. And so Shadow Milk came to realize that no one ever actually wanted to know the truth, no one ever actually wanted to learn anything, no one ever actually valued knowledge. All people cared about was what they could personally gain from it and nothing more. No higher purpose of any kind. Just what conveniences and inconveniences them.

And what's the point in helping people like that? How do you teach the unteachable?

Shadow Milk likely became bitter (or sour, because lol milk). Maybe he slowly began turning truths against people. Hoarding people's secrets and spilling them randomly, just out of spite (and discreetly, because he wasn't looking to be caught, and nobody was smart enough to catch him anyway). Making puppets and plays depicting people at their absolute worst, and watching them all smile and clap because they fell for it. They fell for his jokes. For his ruse. They didn't notice he was mocking them without a shred of irony or remorse. The only art Shadow Milk became interested in after he succumbed to despair was telling cruel jokes at others' expense and painting pictures for all the Dorian Grays of the world so they can keep lying and pretending they're good and that they're worth something. Because lies are all people really want to hear, right? Because it makes them feel better about their miserable lives?

I'm sure Shadow Milk tried to turn back, even if only once, for just a minute. He's smart, he's wise, he knew what the end of that road looked like. Maybe he sat up all night just arguing with himself about it. About the nature of his work. The meaning of the knowledge he acquired. The meaning of knowledge itself. What was he doing this for, really? What has he EVER done this for? Was it really for others, or for himself? What if he gained all the knowledge in the universe, then what? What would he do after that? What if he did manage to convince people, what then? What if they panic? Turn on each other? Turn on him? Were they really better off not knowing?

Was he just slowly talking himself through that door until it was closed and locked? Did he do so knowingly? Did he delay the inevitable for... for what? Did he even know that?

All the knowledge in the world didn't save Shadow Milk from falling to darkness, nor did it save anyone from the chaos he chose to wreak afterwards. Maybe knowledge never saved anyone from anything. What is knowledge, anyway? What is truth? What is deceit? The more you know, the more you realize you don't know anything at all. Maybe truth and deceit are one and the same. Maybe reality is only what you perceive it to be. Maybe life is a joke. Maybe people should just have fun. Lie all you want. Tell truths just to drive wedges and shatter hopes and dreams. It doesn't matter. It's all the same. There's no way out.

TL;DR: Knowledge is power, but power corrupts. Perhaps not all truths are worth knowing, after all. Be careful with what you learn, and what you know. And be careful not believing yourself to be smart enough to dictate what truth and lies and knowledge are to others, for no one truly is. That kind of hubris will only lead to disaster.

(I'm sorry if some of this sounds weird or doesn't make full sense. I wanted to get my thoughts out before the update to see if it turns out that anything I say has official merit lol)

[misotsukiiyeooo]

Ignoring Him?

Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung xF! Reader

A/N: I honestly didn't know a good title for this one so..

Genre: Fluff + (hint of crack)

Word count: 6.4k

Synopsis: Soonyoung simply wants your undivided attention.

As you’re glued to your phone, Soonyoung strolls into the living room, a dramatic pout adorning his face. “You know, it’s kind of rude to ignore your handsome boyfriend,” he complains, crossing his arms dramatically.

Noticing your complete focus on your phone, he plops down on the couch, sinking into the cushions with a defeated sigh. When you still don’t look up, he can't help but roll his eyes and stand behind the couch, tapping his foot impatiently like a kid waiting for ice cream.

“So, do I have to pull a ‘damsel in distress’ to get your attention?” he quips, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he leans closer, trying to catch a glimpse of your screen.

Soonyoung's irritation grew as he watched you ignore him. He moved to stand beside you, still pouting and looking at you with a frown, clearly wanting your attention.

You finally notice him standing next to you through your peripheral vision. "Soonyoungie? What's wrong?" You asked, seeing his sulky face.

He huffs, deepening his pout. "You were ignoring me, that’s what’s wrong…” He turns his head, pretending to be completely unbothered, but the corner of his mouth is twitching.

"Ignoring you?" You raise an eyebrow and set your phone down on your lap, finally giving him your full attention.

“Yes! I’ve been standing here for ages!” He gestures dramatically to the empty space around him as if he were on stage.

You give him an 'oh expression. "I'm sorry, Youngie. You were so quiet, so I didn't even notice." You make a valid point since he's rarely quiet.

He lets out a dramatic sigh. "Yeah, right. You're too busy being best friends with your phone, clearly,” he continues, feigning heartbreak.

With a playful smirk, you tease him, “Soonyoung, you sound jealous of my phone.”

His eyes widened in disbelief, and his cheeks flushed a light pink at your accusation. "Jealous? Me? Never! I’m just saying I’m way more fun to hang out with!"

“Yeah, yeah, come here.” You chuckle, motioning for him to join you.

He pouted even more at your snicker, but he shuffled closer to the couch, crossing his arms like a stubborn child.

You stand up and hug him, resting your face on his chest. You look up at him with a smile. "You're so cute, you know?"

He stiffened for a moment when you hugged him, still a bit annoyed but he couldn't resist your affection. He relaxed slightly and wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your head.

"I’m not cute. I’m strong and intimidating,” he mumbles, trying to sound tough but failing miserably.

"Intimidating?" You can’t help but laugh. "When have you ever been intimidating?"

Soonyoung pouted again at your laugh, but a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he heard your laughter. He tightened his arms around you, burying his face in your hair.

"I can be intimidating when I want to be…" He mumbled, but there was no real bite in his words.

"Oh really?" You move some hairs away from his face.

"Mhm! I can give serious glares that would scare anyone." He attempts to deepen his voice, but it comes out more amusing than scary.

You laugh even harder at his words.

He scoffed, pretending to be offended by your laughter again. "Stop laughing! I'm being serious."

"Alright, alright. I believe you." You giggle.

Soonyoung hummed, satisfied that you were finally taking him seriously. He pressed a light kiss on your head, still not wanting to show you a smile just yet.

"You better…I'm the most intimidating person you know." He whispered against your skin.

"Yes, of course," you tease back, stifling another laugh.

He pulled back to look at you, his annoyance entirely gone and replaced with fondness. He cupped your face with his hands, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Stop giggling, I'm being serious…It's not cute." He repeated, but his words lacked conviction.

You playfully clear your throat, putting on your best serious face. "You're right. It's most definitely not cute."

Soonyoung smiled at your attempt to be serious, his thumb tracing small circles on your cheek. "Much better. See, you do listen to me when you want to." He teased, tilting his head to the side.

You lean in and give him a quick kiss. “Yes, when I want to, that is.”

"Oh, is that so?" A playful glint appeared in his eyes. "So you're just being difficult for the sake of it then?"

You nod agreeing, "Of course, doesn't that make it more fun?"

"You're a handful, you know that?" He grins.

"And so are you!" You retort, laughing.

He chuckled along with you, shaking his head. "Fair point, I suppose we're both a handful, huh?"

"Exactly, that's why we're so good together." You watch as he nods in agreement.

"Should we do something today?" You ask.

He pretends to think about it for a moment, his fingers drawing patterns on your back as he holds you close. "Hmmm, I guess we could…but I don't really feel like going out today. Besides, I finally got your attention again."

You roll your eyes playfully at his last statement, “You always have my attention in some way, you drama king.” I sigh.

"Not today! You were glued to that phone!" He shakes his head, pointing at the offending device.

"Alright fine, let's play a game then?" You propose.

Soonyoung’s face lights up, “Yes! A game! Loser has to do whatever the winner wants!” He starts looking around for a game, excitement written all over his face. “And I, being the obvious winner, will demand your undivided attention for the rest of the day!”

You scoff at his confidence, "Sure, but if I win, you have to stay quiet for the rest of the day."

He pauses, eyes wide, “Wait, what?! That’s unfair! But… challenge accepted!” You raise your pinky and he gladly takes it.

Time skip

He lost.

He sits at the end of the couch in disbelief that he lost. He looks at you with pleading eyes, "Baby, don’t you think you were being too harsh?"

"Nope, you lost fair and square." You lean back comfortably.

His sulky expression returns instantly. "I guess I'll be quiet for the rest of the day…" He walks away to the room, moving slowly and dramatically.

Not long after, he peeks his head out of the room door, watching you quietly.

Noticing him, you smile and say, "Fine, come here." You let out a sigh of defeat as you open your arms.

"Really?" He grins widely, practically jumping onto you.

You let out a huff from his weight on you. "Never mind, I take it back…"

He snuggles closer to you. "Too late!"

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- Day four -

So as expected I didn't wake up in my own body, again I opened my eyes to a new room, looked at myself to see another body. Black aswell, yet younger from forst glance. And as I found a mirror I really was thrilled bye yet another hot mate!

Although I more and more wondered about all the details.

Of cause I couldn't help but injoy myself for quite a bit, explore this nice body, but I constantly came back to those questions, about how this would procede, about my body.

Yet just as I decided to see for myself, the doorbell rang, beeing some bodies of my current self, picking me' up for some basketball.

And as I was greeted by another sporty, handsome guy, I thought, I might aswell have a little game before heading to my own body.

Turned out that a third guy was waiting in the car, getting us to the court to have a really fun time with three other guys, playing topless. What a fiest, what a fun time! I even discovered a sense for the game that I didn't remember having.

After the game I fell on the couch of one of the buddies, wanting to take a quick nap before going further.

The further though didn't happen. At least not with that sexy dark guy as I was greeted bye what looked like a hotel room, looking down at myself to find some crazy jacked ginger guy.

Well, I thought. Let's head on in here then...

Continue here...

Day one:

[tuna-salado]

I don't know if this will get much attention but I have a question for the Mr. House lovers out there (me included, I guess)

So, we're all freaks for this guy, that much is known- But there's just so many "versions" (if that's even the right word) of him that you can be freaky for. I have some ideas:

1. Traditional House. Kissing his computer screen and whatnot. This is one of my personal favorites because I imagine his stupid, massive screen covered in little lipstick marks.

2. Hologram House. Still presents as a big screen 99% of the time, but can project himself as a hologram. I've seen some art of this (I think? I could've just imagined it) and think the idea is cool.

3: Securitron House. For all my Yes-Man lovers out there who want a big, hunky robot. This is my second favorite for the same reason as number 1.

4: Synth House. A bit of a cop out but I kind of get it. Doesn't really fit with the lore but it does at the same time. I kinda like this one, actually, it'd be fun to draw.

5: Human House. Coward.

Honorable mention: House in the life support changer. Whoever likes this is a CERTIFIED freak and should get a badge or something.

I might make a poll on this sometime soon, but I wanted to ask because I couldn't find any discussions on this.

[balkanradfem]

As you might have figured out, I don't like buying stuff. I despise the store, the supermarket, the mall, to hell with them. I will make whatever I need from stuff I have at home, or I will find it outside, or get it from someone who doesn't need it anymore, my last ditch effort will be the second hand market.

But, it also happens that I had a need to buy.. a specific thing. And I couldn't get it from the second hand market, and I didn't know anyone who had an extra one. This of course, caused me pain and anguish, because it meant I would have to walk into a store, grab a product that wasn't strictly necessary for human survival, and then pay for it, and walk out. Like a consumer.

And it's not like my life depended on it, I just, really wanted one, okay.

I needed a silicone spatula.

One thing I hate even more than buying things, is throwing food away, and sometimes,,, I could not get the last drop of the soup from the big soup pot, I couldn't wrangle out the last few drops of salsa sauce I canned, I couldn't get every last bit of pancake mix to drip outside the bowl. That is another torment which I tried to resolve by excessive spoon scraping, shoving my tongue inside jars, trying to dilute it with water and getting it out that way. But deep inside I knew there was a better way. That this could be dealt with in an easy, efficient, satisfying way with a single valuable object. A spatula.

I didn't do it impulsively; I had gotten some excellent news and I decided, as a celebration, that I would buy myself a spatula. It would be one thing I do out of my ordinary life, because it was an extraordinary day and I had just so much happiness and courage I could just manage to buy an object.

I have examined multiple stores to see what they were offering, and in the end found the cheapest, but the most beautiful looking spatula (it had a transparent handle with little bubbles inside, so fun!) and I grabbed it in awe, thinking how it will be the most beautiful object in the kitchen. But then. My environment-loving brain warned me that I'm about to buy an object made out of silicone. And I didn't know if silicone was environmentally friendly!

So I grabbed my phone, typed in 'environmental impact of silicone production' and read articles obsessively, standing in the store in the spatula isle. I found out it is better than plastic, but not ideal; it's not actively damaging the environment, it comes from natural materials, it's very resistant to heat and unlikely to damage anyone's health, it doesn't shed microplastic, but it's energy-consuming to produce it and it doesn't degrade or compost once it's made.

It wasn't a good environmental choice for me to buy the spatula. I was staring at it longingly, thinking of all of the food I could save with it. All the jars I could scrape clean, all soup that would be eaten. And I came to the conclusion that if this is the only spatula I ever buy, if I never throw it away, if I find someone to give it to at the moment of my death, who would also use it – then it doesn't matter as much that it's non compostable. It will be a lifetime object that I will cherish. And the rush and excitement I had built up, I couldn't give it up. So filled with existential guilt and shame for single handledly ruining the environment, I purchased my 2 euro spatula.

And it was glorious. Every single day I would be filled with happiness and satisfaction from this object, which would clean bowls and jars and pots from food so efficiently I actually had less work washing them later! I was getting more food, nothing was getting thrown away, my food-efficient brain was with me; this was an excellent idea. I am powerful, I am not wasting any food anymore, I can clean my pots and bowls with ease, all of the pancake mix is out, the joy could not be greater.

And just then – my new roommate moved in. And I love my roommate, and I noticed she didn't have any dishes or cutlery, so I told her with open heart, she could use mine as much as she likes, and I'd lend her pots and pans too if she needed them. Of course I would, she's a hard-working woman from Nepal who is so kind and works so much every day.

But this lovely, wonderful, awe-inspiring woman, decided to... she decided to cook her food exclusively using the spatula. We have so many wooden spoons meant for cooking and stirring, without even looking I can tell you we have 8. An excessive amount. They are all displayed in a big jar where I keep my spoons, wooden spoons and spatula. But the woman decided, no, I will use the spatula to cook every meal. Maybe it's because it's new and shiny? Maybe it's what she uses at home? I don't know.

And after cooking, she simply discards the spatula at the bottom of the sink.. and leaves it there.

And then I come to the kitchen, and look for spatula, and realize it's dirty, and I'm unwilling to do other people's dishes because that has never gone well in the past, so I just. Leave it there. And then make pancakes and weep. Because what have I done. I don't have the heart to tell this kind, warm, hardworking woman to not use my spatula, because she has enough trouble already in life, and she must like the spatula if she uses it! I can't tell her to wash it every time immediately because I know she has to rush for work and I also fail to do my dishes consistently and just wash them on Saturdays. I would look like a hypocrite. I can't tell her I'm a weirdo obsessed with scraping food from everything I cook in because I don't want to freak her out. And ultimately, does it really matter that much? It's just a spatula. It's just a spatula.

So I am writing to merely share my pain, caused by odd tendencies, enhanced by intense struggle with consumerism, and finding out in the end, it didn't even matter. My beloved spatula is currently in the sink, drenched and sullied from not even scraping food, but from stirring it instead. I was so happy to use it for a little bit. May she rest in peace.

[anotterthatlovestoys]

Savers is not a good place for saving money lol

Okay to be fair this guy was from Goodwill, actually (and the horse behind him from elsewhere):

We went thrifting to look for late christmas presents for my family... and walked out for presents for *me* (lol and some books)

But yeah it turns out I couldn't resist a set of sea creature themed Beanie Babies that all came in a bag together. There's a turtle, eel, fish, whale shark and mini sting ray. My sibling has a full sized sting ray that would match, too. And then there was the big crab, who matched the other guys, sold seperately.

They also had bags and bags of barbies and other dolls, some of which I took photos (will upload later, I want to see if anyone can ID some of them).

Now... to be honest, I'm not usually tempted by Barbies. I have been meaning to get one typical sized Barbie to compare to my handmade dolls (the only one I have is Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz and her dress is kind of ratty); but then I saw this bag with a Holiday barbie. I looked it up and she's 1991 Holiday barbie. Holiday barbies aren't particularly expensive- this ones only like $20 mint in box- but it just felt like a good, festive opportunity.

She came in a bag with two other barbies for really cheap, I think it was like 1 or 2 per doll? and I'm sure I can do something fun with the other ones.

Thing is, I don't really like the modern Barbie faces... they're just a bit boring to me, I guess. I like Holiday Barbies giant green eyes and eyelashes and her little dimple. I'm never really tempted by the never barbies, its always the early 90s or 80s ones I like.

Well, at least I got some gifts, and the toys weren't that expensive- plus, I always get gifted xmas money I just spend on Groceries (and other peoples late xmas presents). I also got uhhhhh a book on making fabric dolls because of course I did. I'll go over that some other time!

[fairytaleendingss]

Blood, Sweat and Tears

Summary: You join the fight club at your school to learn how to defend yourself from evil football players and find yourself getting closer to one of it's founding members in the process.

Pairing: Hazel Callahan x fem!Reader

CW: Blood, injury, swearing.

Bottoms is literally my new favourite movie and I'm so obsessed with Ruby Cruz now lol. I don't know how much of an audience there still is for Hazel fics but I had to write a little something to fuel the obsession.

This also ended up being a lot longer than I planned, lol.

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Hazel was staring. She didn't mean to but she couldn't help it. She was sitting a row behind you in class, her chin resting on her hand as she watched you bent over your desk, vigorously taking notes just as you always did.

The truth was, Hazel had been harboring a crush on you for almost as long as she could remember. Ever since that one time in Freshman year when she'd left a notebook on her desk at the end of class and you'd rushed out into the hallway to return it to her, she'd been completely and utterly infatuated.

She knew it was far fetched of course. You were gorgeous and popular and very likely straight. And Hazel was... well, she was Hazel. A nerdy loser who most of the school found either weird or annoying. There was no way on earth she'd have a chance with you. So, instead she'd taken to admiring you from afar.

"Hazel?"

"Hey, Hazel!"

She jolted upright at the sound of PJ's voice. She turned toward her absentmindedly, her thoughts still half lingering on you.

"Yeah, sorry. What's up?"

PJ just rolled her eyes. "You're drooling all over your textbook."

"Oh, uh..." she abruptly sat up, looking down to check if there in fact was a puddle on her book and reached a hand up to wipe across her lips.

PJ sighed exasperatedly. "I didn't mean that literally. I just meant that your staring was super obvious."

Josie, who was sitting beside PJ, nudged her lightly.

"Ease up, PJ," She told the girl. "You know you'd be the same if it was Brittany who was sitting in front of you."

"That's beside the point," PJ grumbled in response. Josie ignored her, leaning towards Hazel.

"If you like her, you should invite her to fight club."

Hazel's eyes widened. "Oh, I don't know..."

PJ rolled her eyes once more.

"Hey! Y/n!"

Before Hazel could finish responding, PJ was on her feet, striding across the room to where you were now chatting to Stella-Rebecca as she packed up her things for lunch.

You turned to look at PJ as she marched towards you, a hint of confusion coating your features. You hadn't really talked to PJ that much before. All you knew is that she was gay and friends with that pretty girl in your class, Hazel.

"Hi..."

She smirked up at you for a moment, trying and failing to act nonchalant.

"I don't know if you've heard but we have this club that we've started after school. It's like a female solidarity sort of thing-"

"It's a fight club. It's super fun!" Stella chimed in.

PJ nodded. "Thank you Stella. It's more of a self-defense club, really. We're teaching each other how to stand up for ourselves against Huntington."

"Oh yeah. I've heard about that," you told her earnestly.

"Great!" PJ exclaimed. "Well, we actually have a meeting this afternoon. You should come."

You bit your lip. You weren't so sure about this. From what Stella had told you, it was a club where girls spent the afternoon beating each other up and by the looks of of the bruises that seemed to permanently colour the members' cheeks, it could get pretty violent.

"Oh. Thanks for the invite but I don't really know if that's my thing."

"Come on! Give it a chance," PJ prodded. "It's really educational! Right Stella?"

You friend nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! Last week I punched a girl in the face and broke her nose."

You turned to look at her with a raised brow.

"See?" PJ responded, pulling your attention back. You still seemed unsure.

She sighed, wracking her brain for some last ditch attempt to get you interested.

"Plus, uh, Hazel will be there!"

It was a hopeless attempt, she figured. However, she was surprised when your eyebrows perked. Your gaze ventured across the room to where Hazel and Josie had been watching on keenly. Josie tried to act natural when she noticed you looking, while Hazel just mustered a shy wave.

You let out a thoughtful breath, turning back to the girl in front of you.

"Okay, fine. I guess I'll give it a go."

PJs eyes widened. "Wow, really?"

She hadn't expected that to work.

"Yeah, why not? I guess I'll see you this afternoon," you told her with a soft smile and a small wave as you and Stella began to exit the classroom.

"Okay, great. See you later then," PJ called after you. She was still kind of surprised by your change of heart, especially at the mention of Hazel of all people. Could there be a chance you liked her back?

She pondered the idea as she returned to her friends and sent them a smug thumbs up.

--

You told yourself you were going to the club for a chance to learn to defend yourself. That was all this was. Huntington was attacking the vulnerable students in the lead up to the big game and you didn't want to be caught off-guard if the situation arose where they went after you.

You entered the gym that afternoon alongside Stella-Rebecca and were met with the sight of a bunch of girls fooling around with gym equipment. You scanned the room, recognising Isabel and Brittney who were chatting by the far wall, as well as PJ and Josie who were ogling them from the bottom step of the bleachers. Then your eyes landed on Hazel. She was sitting on the floor with Annie, listening intently to whatever story Sylvie was animatedly telling. She threw her head back, laughing at something the other girl had said and you watched the way her eyes sparkled and dimples appeared in the soft skin of her cheeks.

You felt your heart stutter in your chest. Who were you kidding? You were there for her.

You and Hazel had only had a handful of interactions throughout the years; however, you always thought she seemed really sweet and friendly. She often waved 'hello' to you in the hallway and you noticed how she always kept spare pens and hair-ties and things of the sort in her school bag for anyone who needed it. You admired her unshakable kindness towards everyone, even people who treated her poorly, and the way she knew exactly who she was and never strayed away from it, no matter what anyone else thought of her. You hated to admit it, but over the last year or so you'd developed a bit of a crush on the girl. One that you'd kept securely to yourself.

"Hey! You made it!" Josie called across the room, causing the other club members to pause their activities to look towards you.

"Hi everyone," you muttered awkwardly.

"Alright, now that we're all here," PJ stated, getting up and slowly walking across the room. "We can start beating each other the fuck up!"

Your eyes widened as you watched the girls all jump to attention.

"Get in a circle, sluts!" The girl yelled and you quickly hurried to join the group in a circle.

"Now who wants to go first?"

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The club was not all what you expected. Sure, these girls were hitting each other but in a way, they were also bonding. They were all good in it together, cheering each other on and encouraging one another to give it their best go.

You watched as Brittney wrestled Josie and then Stella-Rebecca went up against Sylvie. The rest of the club members cheered and clapped when one of the girls landed a hit and despite the inevitable bruises they'd have tomorrow, they did it with smiles on their faces.

You were starting to get why people enjoyed it now. Maybe it was empowering, in a sort of strange, dysfunctional way.

You all clapped as Stella stepped out of the ring, a sweaty and bloody-knuckled but beaming with her win.

"Good job, Stella," you whispered as she stepped back into the circle beside you.

"Hey y/n," PJ then called across the group. "Now that you've seen how things operate around here, think you're ready to have a go?"

"Yeah, I guess I'm up for that."

You stepped into the circle as the rest of the girls clapped and shouted words of encouragement in your direction. You were still slightly nervous but excited to give it a try.

"Great! Hazel, why don't you go with her?" PJ said, with a smirk in Hazel's direction.

Your eyes widened as you looked over towards the dark haired girl and you felt your heart speed up in anticipation. She clearly seemed to share a similar sentiment as she rubbed the back of her neck, awkwardly stepping into the ring with you.

"Hi," you murmured, looking at her nervously.

"Uh, hi," she responded, her voice small.

"Ready?" PJ shouted. You braced yourself.

"Fight!"

The two of you began to circle each other, not quite knowing what to do. You didn't know whether to be frustrated or excited that you had been paired together. You didn't want to hit her. What if you hurt her? But at the same time, you weren't upset about the opportunity to get close to Hazel, even under unconventional circumstances.

You were disrupted from your thoughts by a fist hitting you square in the stomach. You groaned and doubled over as pain radiated through you and you looked up to see Hazel staring down at you with wide eyes.

"Are you oka-"

Before she could finish her sentence you sent a swift kick to her shin and she grunted and stumbled backwards.

"Yeah! Kick her ass Y/n!" Someone - probably Sylvie - called out and a few girls clapped and cheered you on. You felt bad for hurting Hazel but your adrenaline was surging now. You were really starting to see why the girls enjoyed this.

With a new-found enthusiasm, you surged forward, swing a fist in Hazel's direction. She, unfortunately having had a lot more experience with fighting than you at this point, dodged the attack. She then lurched towards you, grabbing your midsection and tackling you to the floor. She pinned your arms up on either side of your head as you struggled against her, in an attempt to break free.

Then you looked, up and for a moment, your eyes locked with her baby blue ones. You could feel the gentle tickle of her breath on your neck and her fingers digging into your wrists.

She was breathing heavy, her shaggy, raven hair hanging around her face as she hovered over you, your bodies practically pressed together.

Then, with a huff, you shifted your weight, rolling over her and swapping your positions so now you had her pinned instead.

"Wow! Nice work Y/n," PJ called. "Impressive for a first timer!"

You looked up at her with a smile as a few of the girls uttered there encouragements. You let go of Hazel's wrists and righted yourself, still sitting on her torso, keeping her restrained. You turned for a brief moment to look fondly up at some of the other girls.

When you turned back towards Hazel, prepared to congratulate her on a good fight, you were met with a fist to the face. You fell backwards heavily, landing with a thud on the hardwood floor.

A chorus of surprised "oooh"'s resonated from the group and few members - Hazel included - hurried towards you.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" Hazel exclaimed, rushing over to kneel by your side.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you muttered, if only to placate the her. The truth was that your eye left eye was positively throbbing.

"Here, let me help you," She muttered, sliding a hand under your back, the other grasping your arm gently as she helped you sit up. You had hand covering your injured eye in a desperate attempt to sooth the ache that lingered.

There was a group huddled around you at this point, looking at you with wide eyed expressions. Even once you were sitting, Hazel's hand stayed on your back. Her eyes were swimming with concern as she assessed you.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Josie muttered hesitantly. "Let's see your eye..."

Slowly you removed your hand from your face. You were met with a series of gasps.

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you looked around at the girls frantically. "What? Is it bad?"

"N-no... it's just, ah..." Josie struggled to find the words.

"It looks like you've been hit in the face with a shovel," PJ jumped in, never one for sugar-coating things.

"What?" you squeaked, horrified. You lifted a hand to touch the swollen area but Hazel was quick to grab your wrist on the way.

"I don't think you should touch it," she murmured softly, guilt wracking her delicate features.

"Hey, Hazel. Why don't you take her to the bathroom to get cleaned up?” PJ suggested.

Hazel nodded hurriedly and stood up, guiding you upwards with her with a grasp on your elbow.

You listened to the sounds of the club recommencing as she lead you out of the gym.

--

"Okay, sit up here," she said softly, directing you to sit on the counter by the sink.

She then grabbed some toilet paper from one of the cubical and ran it under the tap.

"Could, you- uh..."

"Oh. Yeah, sure.”

You parted your legs to allow her to stand between them and with careful precision, she began to dab at the broken skin along your cheekbone. You couldn't help bit examine her beautiful face as she worked. She looked so serious, staring at your injured eye with a sort of solemn intensity you were used to seeing her wear.

She winced when you flinched back as the paper ran over a particularly tender patch of skin and she looked at you with an expression like you'd just kicked her puppy.

"Sorry." Her voice was so small and laced with guilt that it made you want to cry.

"Hazel," you uttered gently, reaching a hand up to holt her ministrations. "Look at me."

When her eyes met yours, you noticed they were glassy with unshed tears. Your heart clenched at the sight.

You rested a hand on her upper arm, rubbing soothing circles with your thumb, in the fabric of her shirt. "It's okay, I'm not upset with you. It wasn't your fault."

She looked away again, her eyes moving to the floor.

"I didn't mean to hit you that, hard, I promise."

"I know," you told her sympathetically. "I don't blame you, okay?"

She nodded softly, then you watched as her gaze moved back to your face. With a feather light touch, she lifted a hand to your cheek, running her thumb over the edge of your bruise, careful not to agitate the swelling.

"I can't believe I gave you a black eye," She mumbled, after a moment.

"I can't believe I have a black eye," you responded.

"I mean, it does look kind of badass," Hazel remarked, the ghost of a smile creeping onto her lips. "You look like a superhero or something."

You smirked at her, scoffing playfully. "Well, who says I'm not?"

She paused for a moment, her brows furrowing in confusion.

"I'm kidding. That was a joke."

"Oh, right. Sorry."

You chuckled dryly, fiddling with your hands where they rested in your lap.

"You know, today wasn't a total disaster."

"What do you mean?" She asked, her eyes alight with curiosity.

"Well, if I'm being honest, I only agreed to come to Fight Club because it meant spending time with you. So mission accomplished I guess," you joked, gesturing to the awkward situation. In a roundabout way, you supposed things had worked out in your favour.

"Wait, you wanted to spend time with me?"

She looked bewildered, like you'd just revealed to her that you were from the future or something equally absurd.

"Yeah..."

You took a deep breath, pondering if now was the right time to say what you wanted to. All of these feelings, years in the making you had begun to build, swirling inside of you like a whirl pool and plotting to break free. You looked up at the girl before you, eyes tracing the contours of her perfect face. It was just the two of you here, alone in this bathroom. You didn't know when another opportunity like this would arise - if it ever would. With a racing heart, you decided now was as good a time as any.

"I like you Hazel."

“…”

She stared at you for a moment. Dead silent, completely in awe of this revelation. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine this would happen. That you would actually... like her back.

She felt like she was floating outside of her body, completely out of control as she continued to stare at you, eyes wide and mouth agape.

Your eyes bore into her own, nervously. "A-are you okay?"

And just like that she was snapped from her daze. "Y-yeah... yeah I'm good. Sorry. It's just... you like me?"

You chuckled at her frazzled-ness. "Yeah I do.

"Like, in a romantic way?"

"Yes," you clarified. "I've liked you for a really long time now, actually."

Before you knew what was happening, Hazel has smashed her lips against yours in a messy but passionate kiss. Her hands grasped your waist while your arms moved around her neck and you fingers tangled into her hair.

You fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle. Fireworks erupted inside you, as your lips moved against hers. It was just as you'd always imagined it.

"Ow!" You hissed as she accidentally bumped your bruised eye.

Well, except for that part.

"Sorry," she cringed, pulling away to inspect the injury once more.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks.

--

The next day, you walked in to fight club hand in hand, only to be met with many surprised expressions from the rest of the group - as well as an encouraging thumbs up in Hazel's direction from Sylvie.

Hazel placed a gentle kiss on your cheek as the two of you moved to talk to some of your friends.

"Are you kidding me?" PJ exclaimed to Josie as they observed the two of you. "I can't believe Hazel is getting pussy before we are."

Josie just rolled her eyes. "PJ, your literally the one that set this whole thing up. You're the one who invited Y/n to Fight Club in the first place."

"Oh, yeah. Right," PJ sighed in disappointment. Then her eyes lit up as a not so bright idea crossed her mind.

"Maybe I should give Brittney a black eye!"

[staryscorner]

Beautiful

Paring: Bartender Nam-Gyu x Heartbroken Fem reader

After a tough break up the last thing you wanted to do was go out and meet others, but your friend had other plans 

“Y/N!! I know you're in here." Your friend said barging into you home since she has a spare key.

"Let's go clubbing so you can stop moping around.” She said in a cheery voice.

“I don't feel like it Y/F/N (Your friend's name)” You looked at your friend sighing.

“Welp, I'm going to get you out of here if it's the last thing I do!” As they pulled you out of bed and getting your best dress and heels ready.

As they dragged you out of your house they just kept talking about how they better find their lucky person tonight.

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.

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Once you got there things were normal just hanging by the bar and chatting until someone walked up to your friend and asked if they wanted to dance with them. Your friend looked over at you letting you know that they were going to go with them for a bit. You just nodded as you watched them disappear into the crowd of people. Then you were all alone. It was just you and the bartender. So you decided to pass the time by just drinking.

“Miss, don't you think you might have had too much to drink” The bartender asked as he hesitating to give you the next round of shots you asked him for.

“Just give me the shots Mr Bartender I just want to drink my pains away. " You said slurring your speech.

“By the way what’s your name” you asked him noticing you haven't gotten his name yet 

“Nam-gyu”

“You can call me Y/N

“Well Nam-gyu, my now ex boyfriend broke up with me because I was to ugly. Can you believe that” You said, having tears forming in your eyes.

“I dont think your ug-” He was interrupted by some guy trying to get with you.

“Hey baby, why don't you come and have some fun with me? You look lonely tonight” He said, giving you a smirk.

You were to drunk to even know what you were doing so he took that as a yes but before he could take you Nam-gyu grabbed his hand

“Don't grab her like that she's with me” He said trying to sound intimidating but he was a little scared himself 

The guy knew that he was close friends with the owner of the club and didn't want to get kicked out but before he left he looked at you and said 

“I never wanted anything to do with an ugly person like you”

All that emotions you had inside you came out and you just broke down in front of Nam-gu

“S-so I really AM UGLY” 

Nam-gyu couldn't believe his eyes. You the most beautiful girl he had ever met was saying she was ugly

“Y/N you aren't ugly don't you dare say that about yourself! If you really think you’re ugly then you're making a fool out of me since I think you're the most beautiful person in the entire world!”

You just stopped and looked at him 

“Really?” you said sniffling and drying your eyes 

“Yes really” As he leaned in to kiss your forehead 

Before you could say anything you blacked out and not long after you woke up in your apartment and saw your friend laying on the floor. Was that a dream or did he really call me beautiful as you got up you felt something poking your front pocket. It was a business card which had a phone number and a name 

“Nam-gyu”

“So it really wasn't a dream” you smiled to yourself softly.

Nam-gyu is such a CUTIE!!! But I hope that you all like this post!! ^^

[waveofthot]

-License, registration, and phone number?-

Timeskip!Daichi x Reader

Warnings: None! All fluff!!

It was late and you had just finished work. You were eager to get home and with an empty road you were speeding just a little bit... I mean...it couldn't hurt could it? No one would even know?

It went like that for a few minutes until you noticed lights behind you, only to look in the mirror and indeed see a cop car. Shit. You pull over.

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Rolling down the window, you place your hands on the steering wheel, before leaning back in your seat with a sigh. Of course, the one time you speed you pass by a cop. Typical.

"Do you know why I stopped you today, ma'am?" He asked. You already knew he would though, standard procedure after all.

"Yes Officer...I'll grab my license, registration and proof of insurance." You honestly just wanted to get this over with, there was no use in trying to get out of it. As you look for the items you hear a slight chuckle. "Mmm... Thats fine too, but I'll do fine with just your phone number..."

You stopped your rummaging to register what he said before you whipped your head around. "Officer, I don't think that's appropri- Daichi?" You finally got a good look of his face, the shame you felt replaced with relief.

"Sorry sorry, I recognized your license plate from way back then and I didn't know what else to do." The smile on his face was genuine, yet still a bit shy. It sent you back to your highschool days.

You finally got to take a good look at him. His face had matured, still the same old Daichi that you knew, but older. You're face flushed a bit as your eyes moved down. He had bulked up quite a bit, somehow he'd become even hotter then he used to be. And then you remembered what he had asked you not too long ago.

"Wait a moment, you wanted my number?". He rubbed the back of his neck, the dark of the night helping to conceal the pink coating his cheek. "Yeah... To be honest I wanted to ask you back then too, but I was just too scared to actually do it. I mean- if it's alright with you ofc. Consider Officer Daichi off duty...right now I'm just...Daichi..."

Definitely the same Daichi you knew back then... A soft smile rested on your face. The tiny crush you had on him seemingly reigniting as if no time had gone passed. "Here, give me your phone." You said, holding your hand out.

Despite him being the one to ask you in the first place, his mouth hung open in an 'O' shape, before he quickly unlocked his phone placing it in your hands. You punched your phone number in before calling it and handing the phone back to him, then pulling out yours which was now ringing. Answering the phone you held it up to your ear before looking back at him. "Hey there!"

His face burned up before he replied back with a quiet "Hi..." Before you hung up. He cleared his throat looking away before looking back at you again. "Thank you... Umm I'll call you tonight?"

You nod. "Please do!". He smiled at your eagerness, and the both of you wrapped things up. When you got home, you laid in bed with your phone in hand, excitedly waiting. Some time had passed before...

*ring ring ring*

*click*

"Hey Y/N..."

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Hello my lovelies!! New fic for you all <3

I've had this idea sitting around for sooooooo long you have no idea ♪⁠～⁠(⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

I hope the writer's block keeps staying on hiatus, cuz writing is soooo fun and I have so many ideas.

I'm thinking of either writing jjk or genshin next, idk tho, I'm open to suggestions !

[svetamillss]

You came home drunk🥂

Featuring: Cho Hyun Ju x Reader(f)

Summary: You had a fun celebration of your friend's birthday.

A/N: The stories with my beloved girlfriend are back!

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It was your best friend's birthday, of course you were going to go to it, but the truth is that your girlfriend was at work that day and couldn't join, so you went alone.

You had rules. First of all: to be always in touch. Secondly: don't drink a lot of alcohol, because it be a bad effect on you. Thirdly: be at home at eleven o'clock in the evening at most.

But you safely forgot all these three points...

No, no, you were in touch with Hyun Ju at first, but then the fun stunned your head.

And it's two o'clock in the morning. You were able to get home thanks to the taxi. True, not in a normal form. You could barely stand on your feet.

You quietly entered the house so that your beloved girl wouldn't wake up, you did everything very diligently, despite the darkness in the room and the headache. But then the light suddenly turns on and your eyes almost burst with pain, when you focused your eyesight, you were able to see your girlfriend in cute pajamas (which you gave her for her birthday), but with a very strict face. You got scared.

- Hyunnie! - you shout at the whole room, holding on to the ottoman near the door so as not to fall, but your girlfriend didn't even smile at you.

- So where were we?

- At a friend's birthday.. you know.. - you said stuttering, big thoughts and suggestions were given with difficulty, you wanted to lie down now and fall asleep in the arms of Hyun Ju, and not listen to lessons of behavior.

- I'm in the know. But it's two o'clock in the morning.

- Two o'clock in the morning? And you're awake?? You're tired at work..you need to get enough sleep..- even changing the subject didn't help you in any way, the severity of your girlfriend trampled everything.

- Don't interrupt me. We agreed that you would come back no later than eleven o'clock! We also agreed that you would always be in touch, but I've already lost you for four hours. - you looked back in a hurry, took out your phone to check and realized that it was turned off.

- Oh..he discharged..- a heavy sigh was heard from your girlfriend.

- I could have picked you up, but I thought that if you wanted to write to me, you would find an opportunity, but you had too much fun there. And the last one. You promised not to drink much, but you didn't do it either, you can barely stand on your feet, thank God you don't vomit yet. - Hyun Ju went to bedroom with disappointment, leaving you alone.

You immediately realized how many mistakes you had made and decided to act quickly before it was too late. Taking off your shoes, you crawled to the bedroom, where a girl was sitting on the edge of the bed, silently looking at the floor. You immediately crawled closer to her (it's just very hard for you to walk).

- Hyunnie... - you almost started crying, taking her hands in yours. - I'm sorry... I'm very guilty. It's just..just..we went for a walk so much that I'm completely lost..you know that I'm becoming so irresponsible without you. I really didn't want to..I'm sorry please..I love you very much..- after you looked into her eyes and noticed that her resentment was gradually disappearing, the girl touched her forehead with yours.

- I'm not mad at you. I'm very worried about you, you know. Don't worry, everything is fine. Just more, so that it doesn't happen, okay?

- Yes! Good! - in joy you want to kiss her, but she gently pushed you away, you looked at her with incomprehension.

- This is a small punishment for you. You'll be a little bit without kisses. Besides, you carry a lot of alcohol, and I can't stand it. So, let me help you undress, we'll go to bed, and tomorrow you'll rest after all this, okay? - you nodded understandingly, the girl said the truthful things.

Hyun Ju helped you change into your pajamas, she also brought you a headache pill and put you to bed. Like a real loving girl, she still kissed you, but on the forehead. After that, you fell asleep peacefully.

After all, living with a very disciplined person is still a task, but nothing prevents you. But you won't go to parties without her anymore, and it's not only because she won't let you go.

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[miraculouslbcnreactions]

I wonder if Timetagger is the result of Lila learning how time travel screwed over her successful first attempt.

I couldn't even begin to guess. Time travel makes no freaking sense in this show. The rules are constantly changing. For example, this ask made me remember this bit from Timetagger:

Bunnyx: My name's Bunnyx. And in the future, I'm a member of Ladybug and Cat Noir's team of superheroes. Well, the Ladybug and Cat Noir you're going to become, because right now, you two are more like Minibug and Kitty Noir. Within the team, I am the hero of the last chance. I'm called upon when everyone else has failed, that includes you two. Cat Noir: Ey! We just got you out of the stone, didn't we? Which means you must have failed somewhere, too. Bunnyx: Yes, well, no. It was actually your fault. Or more precisely, it will be. In the future, one of your cataclysms will accidentally damage my Miraculous. (she emerges from the lavatory) That's how Timetagger will be able to send me into ancient Egypt and get me stuck in stone.

How was Bunnyx's miraculous damaged if she's living in the burrow now and knows all the potential realities? Did she let it happen for some reason? Why take that risk? And why didn't one of her other selves come rescue her instead of leaving her in ancient Egypt? Or does the cure at the end make it so that never happened?

I don't think there are logical answers to any of these questions, but it could be fun to watch the writers try to answer stuff like this. Could also be deeply aggravating.

[aspenmissing]

ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴇQᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ || 2592 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ (ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ᴏᴋᴀʏ)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ꜱᴘᴏɴᴛᴀɴᴇɪᴛʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪꜱɪᴏɴ ᴄᴏʟʟɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜɴʀᴇꜱᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ. ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ʀɪꜱᴋꜱ ᴀɴᴅ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ, ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟɪꜰᴇ’ꜱ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇꜱᴛ ɪɴɴᴏᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱɴ’ᴛ ɪɴᴠᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ—ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴘʀᴇᴅɪᴄᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ꜱᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴏꜰ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ

Viktor paced through the hallways of the Academy, his mind a whirlwind of ideas and theories. He had always been captivated by the pursuit of knowledge, but lately, there was something more alluring. Someone.

Y/N had only recently started teaching at the Academy, and her presence had already made an impact. Her brilliance in Advanced Theoretical and Applied Engineering Physics was undeniable, and she had a way of inspiring her students, making them feel as though they could conquer anything with enough persistence. But it wasn't just her intelligence that caught Viktor's attention. It was the fire in her eyes, the spark of determination that fueled her every action.

On his way to the lab, Viktor passed by the academy courtyard, where the familiar roar of a motobike engine filled the air. He glanced over, unable to help himself.

There she was—Y/N—sitting confidently on her custom-designed motobike. Her helmet was sleek, the reflective visor hiding her face, but the pose she held made it clear she was in complete control. The bike was a work of art in itself, a perfect blend of engineering and aesthetic beauty, clearly a product of Y/N's genius. She revved the engine once, the sound reverberating off the stone walls, before she sped off, leaving a trail of dust in her wake.

Viktor couldn't help but smile. She was everything he admired in a person—fearless, driven, and unafraid to push the boundaries of what was possible.

Later that evening, after the classes had ended and the corridors of the Academy grew quieter, Viktor found himself lingering by the lab, lost in thought. The door to his office creaked open, and he looked up to see Y/N standing there, her helmet tucked under her arm, her protective suit still on but slightly dishevelled from the ride.

"I didn't expect to see you here so late," Viktor said, his voice a little softer than usual, though his curiosity was clear.

"I could say the same about you," Y/N replied with a playful smile. "I know you tend to get lost in your work, but I have to admit, it's nice to see someone who shares the same passion for innovation. Even if it means burning the midnight oil."

Viktor chuckled, setting his tools down. "It's the price we pay for progress."

Y/N walked toward him, her steps confident, her gaze sharp. "Is that what you think you're doing? Progress?" she teased. "You know, for someone so focused on engineering, you could use a bit of… innovation yourself."

Viktor raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And what exactly do you mean by that?"

Y/N's grin widened. "I think you could use a little more fun in your life. A little less time in the lab and a bit more time out in the world. Ever considered taking a ride on my bike? It might help clear your mind."

For a moment, Viktor hesitated. The idea of stepping away from his work was… foreign. But then he looked into her eyes, and he saw something different. She was offering him more than just a ride. She was offering him a chance to experience life beyond the confines of equations and machines.

"Perhaps you’re right," he said, nodding slowly. "But only if you promise not to leave me behind."

Y/N’s laughter was light and full of warmth, and it was then Viktor realized how much he enjoyed her company. She was a perfect complement to him, someone who could challenge him in ways that were both intellectual and personal.

Without a word, Y/N motioned for him to follow her. He hesitated only briefly, then complied, leaning lightly on his cane as he trailed behind her. Viktor couldn’t help but admire the way she moved—graceful, confident, and utterly unapologetic. She had a presence that demanded attention without asking for it.

Soon, they were standing by her bike once more. Y/N handed him a spare helmet, her fingers brushing his as he took it. Without missing a beat, she climbed onto the bike, her movements fluid and practiced.

Viktor adjusted the helmet carefully, taking his time to ensure it fit properly. His gaze flicked briefly to his cane. He exhaled, attaching it securely into to the side of the bike - as per Y/N's order. Then, with measured effort, he swung a leg over the bike, settling into the seat behind her.

The engine roared to life beneath them, vibrating through Viktor’s frame. He adjusted his grip on the seat awkwardly, unsure where to place his hands. His hesitation didn’t escape Y/N’s notice.

With a soft laugh, she glanced over her shoulder. “You’re not going to fall off, Viktor. Here.” She reached back, took his hands, and guided them around her waist. “Hold on tight.”

He stiffened slightly, unused to the proximity, but nodded. “If you insist,” he murmured, his tone tinged with unease.

“Trust me,” she replied with a playful smirk.

Before Viktor could second-guess himself, Y/N twisted the throttle, and the bike surged forward. The sudden acceleration pulled a surprised gasp from him, and his grip tightened instinctively. The wind tore past them, the city lights below blurring into streaks of gold and silver as they sped through Piltover’s streets and winding roads.

At first, Viktor’s focus was on maintaining his balance, his thoughts tangled with the unfamiliar sensations of the bike. But as the ride continued, something shifted. The steady hum of the engine, the rush of the wind, and Y/N’s smooth, confident movements began to weave a rhythm—steady, hypnotic, and liberating.

For the first time in years, Viktor felt untethered from the weight of his responsibilities and limitations. The freedom was exhilarating, and he found himself leaning into the experience, trusting Y/N’s expertise as she maneuvered through the city and up a steep hill outside its heart.

Finally, Y/N brought the bike to a stop atop the hill, overlooking Piltover. The city spread out below them, its glittering lights reflecting off the winding canals and casting a warm glow into the night. Viktor hesitated as he dismounted, steadying himself with his cane as Y/N turned to face him, her expression lit with quiet excitement.

She gestured toward the view. “I thought you’d like this better than the Academy,” she said, pulling off her helmet and running a hand through her hair. “The best ideas come when you can see the bigger picture.”

Viktor removed his helmet, setting it on the bike as he stepped toward the edge of the hill. The sight was breath-taking. Piltover, alive with industry and innovation, glimmered like a constellation brought to earth. He felt a sense of awe he hadn’t experienced in years, his mind unusually quiet.

“Well,” he said after a moment, his voice softer than usual, “this is… different.”

Y/N’s lips curved into a smile as she leaned against the bike. “Told you. Innovation isn’t just about machines and inventions. Sometimes, it’s the people we meet and the experiences we share.”

Viktor turned to her, studying her in the moonlight. She was right. Y/N was a kind of innovation herself—dynamic, unpredictable, and endlessly fascinating.

As the cool night air rustled the grass around them, Viktor realized something profound. For so long, his world had revolved around his work, his relentless pursuit of progress. But now, he’d found something—or someone—just as valuable.

A kindred spirit. A partner in intellect and adventure.

And for the first time in years, Viktor felt something deeper than ambition: hope.

As they raced through the winding streets of Piltover, the wind whipped around them, and the city blurred into streaks of light. Viktor found himself mesmerized—not just by the speed and freedom of the ride, but by Y/N herself. Her precision, her unshakable focus, and the seamless way she controlled every twist and turn—it all left him in awe.

But the night had one more surprise in store.

A figure darted suddenly into the street ahead of them—small and quick, likely a stray animal. Y/N’s eyes widened, and with lightning-fast reflexes, she yanked the handlebars, swerving hard to avoid the obstacle. The motion was swift and fluid, but the tires screeched in protest, losing traction on the slick pavement.

The world tilted violently, and Viktor’s stomach churned as the bike skidded. The pavement loomed closer, the chaos unfolding in slow motion. Y/N’s instincts kicked in immediately. With practiced ease, she threw herself to the side, grabbing Viktor by the waist and pulling him on top of her as they slid. Her protective suit, built for moments like these, absorbed most of the friction as she shielded him from the worst of the impact.

They came to a halt mere inches from a stone wall, the bike lying several feet away, its engine sputtering and smoking. For a moment, the world was eerily quiet, save for the distant hum of the city.

Viktor blinked, disoriented, finding himself sprawled atop Y/N. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with exertion, her helmet askew, revealing flushed cheeks and windswept hair. She was alive—unharmed, it seemed—and so was he, thanks to her quick thinking.

Their eyes met. A flicker of shared relief, laced with humor, passed between them. And then, as if on cue, they both burst into laughter.

As they raced through the winding streets of Piltover, the wind whipped around them, and the city blurred into streaks of light. Viktor found himself mesmerized—not just by the speed and freedom of the ride, but by Y/N herself. Her precision, her unshakable focus, and the seamless way she controlled every twist and turn—it all left him in awe.

But the night had one more surprise in store.

A figure darted suddenly into the street ahead of them—small and quick, likely a stray animal. Y/N’s eyes widened, and with lightning-fast reflexes, she yanked the handlebars, swerving hard to avoid the obstacle. The motion was swift and fluid, but the tires screeched in protest, losing traction on the slick pavement.

The world tilted violently, and Viktor’s stomach churned as the bike skidded. The pavement loomed closer, the chaos unfolding in slow motion. Y/N’s instincts kicked in immediately. With practiced ease, she threw herself to the side, grabbing Viktor by the waist and pulling him on top of her as they slid. Her protective suit, built for moments like these, absorbed most of the friction as she shielded him from the worst of the impact.

They came to a halt mere inches from a stone wall, the bike lying several feet away, its engine sputtering and smoking. For a moment, the world was eerily quiet, save for the distant hum of the city.

Viktor blinked, disoriented, finding himself sprawled atop Y/N. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with exertion, her helmet askew, revealing flushed cheeks and windswept hair. She was alive—unharmed, it seemed—and so was he, thanks to her quick thinking.

Their eyes met. A flicker of shared relief, laced with humor, passed between them. And then, as if on cue, they both burst into laughter.

The absurdity of it all—the exhilaration, the crash, and now lying in a tangled heap in the middle of the street—was too much to contain. Viktor couldn’t help but laugh at how he’d gone from marveling at Y/N’s brilliance to being literally saved by it.

“You know,” Viktor said, his voice unsteady from laughter, “I didn’t expect to end up on top of you tonight.”

Y/N smirked up at him, her voice playful despite her breathlessness. “Well, I’ve been told I make a great cushion. You look pretty comfortable.”

Viktor chuckled, shaking his head as warmth spread through his chest. Even in the aftermath of a crash, she found a way to disarm him completely.

With a light groan, Y/N pushed herself up, Viktor sliding off her and onto the ground beside her. She adjusted her helmet and brushed bits of gravel from her suit. “Well,” she said with a grin, “this wasn’t exactly part of the plan, but it’s definitely a memorable pit stop.”

Viktor straightened, running a hand through his hair as he brushed the dirt from his coat. “Memorable is one word for it,” he said wryly. He glanced at her, the gratitude evident in his gaze. “Thank you. You… you protected me.”

Y/N shrugged with a casual air, though her smile softened. “It’s what I do. You’re a terrible passenger, by the way,” she added with a teasing glint in her eye. “Next time, try not to freak out and grab me so tightly.”

Viktor raised an eyebrow. “I seem to recall you telling me to ‘hold on tight.’”

“Touché,” Y/N replied with a laugh, offering her hand to help him stand.

He took it, steadying himself as he rose, and his weight shifted slightly to his unsteady leg. The movement was subtle, but Y/N noticed, her gaze flicking to his stance. A flicker of realization crossed her face.

“Your cane,” she said suddenly, glancing back at the bike.

Viktor froze, a pang of worry flashing in his eyes. “The cane…”

Y/N was already moving. She crouched by the bike, her hands running over the scratched surface until she found it still secured to the side. It was intact—surprisingly unbroken, considering the crash. She let out a breath of relief and unhooked it, turning back to him with a triumphant smile.

“Good news,” she said, holding it up. “Your cane survived the adventure too.”

Viktor exhaled softly, a mixture of relief and gratitude washing over him. He took the cane from her, his fingers brushing against hers for a moment. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, but no less sincere.

Y/N straightened, her expression shifting to something more thoughtful as she watched him steady himself. “You know,” she said, her tone lighter again, “this is starting to feel like one of those inventions you’re always talking about—trial and error. We’ll refine the process next time.”

Viktor smirked, tapping the cane lightly against the ground. “Perhaps with fewer crashes.”

“Agreed,” she said with a chuckle. Her gaze softened as she added, “But for what it’s worth, you handled that better than most.”

Viktor met her eyes, his lips curving into a small smile. “Because I had you to handle the worst of it.”

They shared a moment of quiet understanding before Y/N turned her attention back to the bike, now lying on its side with a faint plume of smoke rising from the engine. She inspected it briefly, her hands brushing over the scratched paint.

“Well,” she said, stepping back and placing her hands on her hips, “looks like we’ll have to walk it back. Unless you have a better idea?”

Viktor glanced toward the distant city lights glittering below. A faint breeze ruffled his hair, and the night air felt cooler now after the rush of the ride. “A scenic walk might be just what I need,” he said, leaning slightly on his cane.

Y/N tilted her head, a smile curving her lips. “You’re full of surprises, Viktor.”

As they began their walk back, laughter and warmth lingered between them, the crash already transforming into a shared story they’d both remember. Viktor glanced at Y/N, a feeling of admiration settling in his chest.

She wasn’t just fearless and brilliant—she was endlessly unpredictable, the kind of adventure he never thought he’d find. And as they moved through the quiet streets, Viktor realized she wasn’t just a kindred spirit.

she was an adventure all her own.

[halcyon-deluxe]

Have you ever had a hookup where you were legit surprised how good it was?

YES!!! Twice!

One time in college I invited this suuuuper cute trans boy over to my dorm from grindr. Poor thing was begging to get fucked, and we had some great banter throughout the day, so we made plans to have some fun. When he came over, we clicked instantly. He was sweet and polite which really turned me on, so I just couldn't not fuck him. I don't really know what it was. I think we were just very naturally compatible. I fucked him so hard he ended up cuming twice and i came so hard my taint was aching all day after 😅 turns out he went to my college and we dated for a bit till i graduated and ended up moving away. We still talk and we're good friends to this day. Neither of us expected it to be that good.

The other time, i went over to a guy's place and bottomed for him. He was getting ready for a halloween party but couldn't focus because of how horny he had been, so he asked to fuck me (also he had a massive kink for twink bottoms lol). I was still a top at this point, so I was very very reluctant, but he said he had this certain type of weed that mkaes bottoming feel amazing, and that really made me curious so I agreed. Once we get into the swing of things, he offers me a hit of his pipe and I kid you not that was probably the most pleasure I've ever felt in my life. I have no idea what strain of weed it was, but it felt soooooo good, like I came hands free and everything. If not for this encounter i probably never would have even considered being verse. This experience lowkey changed my life and how i viewed sex as a concept. It was so cool.

Thanks for thw ask anon I've never been asked that before!