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[shrutisingh1]

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[tsuchinokoroyale]

Love when you can feel the cruising history in a bathroom

[medicosutra]

पेशाब करने के बाद भी पेशाब आना

डायबिटीज से ग्रसित मरीजों में यह समस्या अधिक होती है इसके साथ अन्य समस्याएं जैसे की हिस्टीरिया, डिप्रेशन, सर में चोट लगना, लीवर का खराब होना, सर्दी लगना, अत्यधिक शराब पीना, कब्ज तथा प्रोस्टेट ग्रंथि में सूजन इत्यादि कई कारण हो सकते हैं। जिनके बारे में हम विस्तार से बात करेंगे और पेशाब करने के बाद भी पेशाब आना कैसे दूर करें इसके घरेलू उपाय के बारे में बात करेंगे Read more..

[meowthtwo]

I hate waiting for a stall it’s humiliating for everyone involved

[libraford]

Park Cleanup Pet Peeves

I'll be starting my seasonal gig at Parks and Rec in a couple months and I've got a couple things I wanna say. I know that this will probably not reach the people who need to hear it, but if ONE LESS person leaves the parks a mess, I will be That Much Happier.

-You're not supposed to smoke, drink, or have sex in public parks but I know that people will anyway. But if you are going to do those things, please dispose of the evidence in the trash cans. A human has to pick these things up.

-Dog poop goes in a bag. Bag goes in the trash can.

-The little wax paper liners in the women's room? See you're supposed to put your pad/tampon in that wax paper bag, take the bag out of the bin, and then dispose of it in the actual trash can. Don't feel bad, no one told me either. Also no one told the dudes I work with. But this reduces direct exposure to bodily fluids, especially as the summer gets on and it gets hot in those bathrooms.

-On that subject! The little bins that they go in next to the toilet? Don't stick trash in there. Don't put diapers in there. Also don't put beer cans crushed in such a specific way that I slice my hand on them as I try to jimmy it out of there. Literally, that bin is too small for most things. They are meant specifically for those brown bags. Please for the love of god, throw things in the trash can.

-As for the urinals, please no solids. Most commonly gum and chewed tobacco, but you can use your imagination.

-If you're doing a photo shoot or an event with confetti, please use a paper confetti instead of a plastic one- its easier to get rid of.

-If you're doing a pizza party, we'd rather you stack the pizza boxes in a pile next to the trash can instead of trying to fit them in the trash. Because then we can just throw the trash bag over the top and tie it instead of trying to fish it out. This kind of goes for any big trash- if it won't fit in the trash can easily, don't try.

-Please don't call cops on people sleeping in the parks if they're not bothering anyone. Even if they've been sleeping there all day. Dude's just trying to chill.

-Destruction of the toilets will result in the indefinite locking of the restrooms. You ruined them and now everyone at the softball tournament can blame you for it.

-Parks people are not the police. We are maintenance workers who are not trained to handle most emergencies and the most we can do in any situation is report to the proper department. Please don't look to us for answers if someone is starting a fight.

-Also please don't spit on us for driving on the path. We're permitted to. Its essential for us to drive on the path to do our job.

-please don't abandon animals at the park. Rehome them properly. I spent a whole week trying to catch a rooster last summer.

-look, I get it- 'oh no, your pretty building has writing on it!' Grafitti is so edgy. We get it. But it means Jacob has to sand it off now so that the kids at the birthday party don't see a giant drawing of a weiner. Acts of rebellion that create more work for the working class are not revolutionary.

-please do not set fire to the Tiny Free Library. Why did you do that? That's mean.

-please do not feed bread to ducks and geese. Corn, birdseed, lettuce- those are better for them. If you want to reduce tge amount of goose poop in the parks, shop feeding them bread.

-also do not anger tge geese. They remember what its like to be dinosaurs.

I'll have more later, probably, once the season wears on.

[sssssecret]

While I'm doing the omo dungeon, I want to talk about a fantasy I've been having recently.

My dom is a bartender in a pretty popular bar, and I would be the sub and the bar urinal. I would have a funnel in my mouth and a catheter in my bladder with a funnel. A patron would come in and piss in funnel leading to my bladder. I would also have people pissing in my ass and pussy, with plugs in both so it can't get out. My dom would come in and I'd beg to go to the bathroom and empty myself. I would be begging so hard, I wouldn't even realize I was saying "please let me flush, your toilet is so full". He would tut and smack my bladder, saying that I need to be better at holding.

He would stick a ridged metal sound in my urethra and say if I push it all the way out, I'll be allowed to piss, but I can't stop for longer than 5 seconds, and if I did, he'd push it back in. He made it this way, knowing I would lose. I start pushing it out, piss coming out around it. I'd keep trying, but I'd pause to take a break, and it lasted longer than 5 seconds, making him push it back in. This would continue for awhile before he rips it out and I piss everywhere. He sighs, and says "We have to train your piss hole so that it can leak whenever I want it to, and be wide enough to fit a cock so I don't have to have ugly funnels. Patrons should be able to stick their cocks in your bladder and relieve themselves." My dom would then grab a thick catheter and plug it up inside me.

When I would be forced back out, there would be a small sign on it that says "Hole closed for maintenance" and my mouth open wide with a o-ring. A patron would walk in and sigh, disappointedly at that sign and stick their cock all the way into the back of my throat and piss, so far back I can't even taste it. I would be sitting there for days, my dom opening my pisshole up more and more until it's gaping. There would be a ring on my inner bladder that would make it so that I can't voluntarily piss without him activating an app on his phone. Even then, I would only be able to piss at most, 10 seconds at a time, not even enough to dent the big bulge inside me. I would beg and beg to be flushed, and he'd just sigh and say that my bladder capacity needs to be better, that I shouldn't be begging to be flushed every day. "Toilets should only need to be flushed every other week".

He'd take me away again and into a surgery room. He would press on my bladder and massage it, feeling how full it would be. He'd sigh again, and let me completely empty myself. I'd sigh in relief, but he'd still be talking. "I've custom made a sleeve to go over your bladder that will allow it to expand without bursting. It would also make it numb until your bladder is about to explode." He injects an IV into me and I start falling asleep.

I would wake up again in my usual place in the bar bathroom, but I wouldn't be able to feel my bladder. One by one, people come in and empty themselves into whatever hole they want. Most people would pick the catheter so they could piss directly into my bladder. It would take at least 3 days until I actually felt my bladder, and it would be full. I knew better than to beg though, so I would wait. It wouldn't be until Monday before the bar is opens when I'd be emptied. It would be after the weekend, and so many people would've pissed inside me, so I would be squirming while he opens the little device inside me and the piss runs down my legs and into a bucket, as toilets don't deserve to piss in anything else. I'd be so relieved, but not for long as the bar would be opening soon, and then I'd be filled with piss again.

[your-nanas-house]

That stupid thong

◇ Pairing: Dad's Best Friend!Cillian Murphy X Best friend's daughter!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, masturbation, drinking, mention of pee (not in a kinky way), pub bathroom (male), Dad's Best friend x best friend's daughter dynamic, thongs, bit dark (?)

◇ Summary: Cillian has a night out with his friends but meets Y/n in the same pub.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Part of the "Au/series" My Dad's Friend. "Part 1 here".

The place was full, people were coming in and out of the place, screams and laughter adding to the noisy atmosphere of the pub.

Cillian didn't fit in it that much due to his personality but that didn't stop him from going, just to enjoy a Guiness beer on tap. Fresh alcoholic drink that always managed to keep him on a good mood since it was a perfect excuses to meet friends.

It was the first time he went out on his own since his best friend's daughter went to stay to him for the summer. The first weeks were spent arranging and explaining things since it had been ages since the last time she visited Ireland.

Cillian didn't want to leave her alone, as his most protective part as a parent came out every time she did something that 'grown ups' did. Understandable since the responsibility of his 'kiddo' was on his shoulders and having no particular experience with freshly off age girls he struggled a bit, hesitating in every move.

The cold drink was refreshing as it went down his throat, the music was loud but not uncomfortable with the noises of the tv. There weren't many people but it was bit crowded, not enough to not recognize everyone in there, though.

As Cillian continued his evening with friends, chatting and laughing while enjoying beers after beers, something caught his attention. With the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar colour that made him turn around to check further... just to see Y/n with a boy taking a seat at a table near a corner of the pub.

It felt strange someway, seeing her dolled up for what looked like a date when he still remembered her sweet chubby face and princess dresses as their tea dates. 'Guess they became beer-dates over time', Cillian wondered while gulping down his beer again.

She was wearing a short skirt with a nice pattern that matched the color of the long-sleeved shirt she had on, one that delined her breasts perfectly making them seem rounder than when she just had a bra on. The actor could tell.

As his light blue eyes kept wondering back to her his left hand remained on the cold glass and the other subconsciously rubbed the fabric of the thong he had still in his pocket. He didn't do it on purpose, he was in a rush and just put on the first pants he had seen, finding just in the car the thong he had stolen.

"Will you excuse me a second?" Cillian murmured out, standing up from the stool to start approaching the spot where she was, ignoring the reasonable thoughts that kept popping in his head telling him to leave them have their date but after the beers he had, the alchol was dominating his mind.

"Kiddo? What are you doing here, you didn't mention a date" his low voice declared, his eyes scanning the Irish boy that was sitting next to her before meeting the embarassed gaze of his best friend's daughter

"Well it was a last minute thing and I was bored at home so.... yeah" she replied with a shy smile, hoping not to be in trouble for the choice of the pub or anything else but luckily one of Cillian's friends waved him over calling him just in time before he could ask further questions.... at her or worse at her date.

The rest of the night went smoothly, the older actor stayed to enjoy old times with his friends as he kept a close eye on Y/n just in case she needed something or anything happened.

Not a close eye enough, though, since towards the end of the evening he couldn't see them anymore so he called it a night and searched a cab while heading to the bathroom of the local.

It was a small bathroom, with two water-closet and some urinals close to the door.

The older man's hand reached for the door when a noise caught his attention, more like a voice that cursed under their breath making him recognize immediately who it was but not yet where from.

The bathroom was empty or so it seemed... except from one of the water-closet which had the door locked. The door didn't touched the ground allowing anyone to see the feet of who was inside— allowing Cillian to see who was inside. Allowing him to understand what was going on inside.

A thud of a back hitting the wooden door caught him by surprise, startling a moment before he made his way to the urinals with silent steps. Y/n's voice could be heard faintly as the young woman moaned softly out, nearly covering the sounds of the heavy breathing of the boy she was with.

Cillian could easily imagine the activity they were doing if he closed his eyes while unconsciously unzipping his pants. She was probably pressed against the door, her legs wrapped around the hips of the boy, her chest maybe bare since the corset was being pulled down to expose her young breasts for the male's eyes.

Feck, the actor thought as he glanced down at his now free cock which was hard thanks to his thoughts and the sweet noises, and didn't allow him to do exactly what he had gone to the bathroom for or at least not with some effort.

He stayed silent in the same room, listening carefully, enjoying a bit too much his best friend's daughter's noises and the new addictions of the act like the thuds of the thrusts, the wet noises coming probably from her wet cunt, plus the heavy breathing that matched his.

If the older man had had a mind less blinded by alcohol he would surely have stopped his hand which was now wrapped around his cock, stroking it in hard but slow motions, following the rhytm of the thrusts he could hear.

The wet noises filled his head as he spit in his hand and continuing where he left, checking slightly the door while masturbaring at the sounds, his eyes glued to the wood till he saw Y/n's thong fall on the dirty ground of the bathroom. Almost as a reminder of the thong he still had in his pocket and that wad screaming at him to take it and use it however he liked it.

His peak was getting closer and closer as he automatically reached for the fabric, wrapping it fast around his cock never stopping his quick wrist movements that made his body shake as soon as he came, biting down his lip and shooting his cum in the urinal.

It took me some minutes to recover from his peak and as soon as he was back to his sense completely, his hands tucked himself back in, moving the thong back in his pocket before leaving quickly the bathroom to head out of the pub.

On the way out Cillian could finally clear his mind, the fresh hair blowing straight to his face as if to wake him up by his dizziness and clear up his mind, as pity slowly started to crawl in him.

"Fuck" he murmured under his breath, inhaling deeply to calm down as he rested a moment against a wall to allow his body to relax till the cab arrival.

It didn't took Y/n very long to exit the place as well and look around to see if she could still see Cillian anywhere or if he had already headed back home before her. But there he was, facing a wall about to pee after all the drinks he had and since he never had the chance to do it earlier.

"Uncle Cilly—" she murmured, pulling him casually in a more private place, covering for him as some paparazzi tried to catch some scandal to put in newspaper and spread all over the world

"We should head back home, hm?" Her voice whispered out, glancing slightly at him before turning her back quickly to search the cab discretely.

[vorecaptions]

how annoying is it to write a fucking long story for it to become censored here, GODDAMIT

Tyler was already 25 years old and yet he felt something familiar happening with him  it was like when he was a teen all the same.  He could feel his cock hard all the time, an oppressing need to knead the spongy head, soggy from  all the pre-cum  leaking.  At first Tyler thought he wasn't getting enough and he was just pent up,  jerking off twice, three… four times a day, but it was never enough.  He could not understand when one day he felt his dick burning,  not painfully on the contrary, making him feel even hotter than usual.  

His dick constrained against his pants had to be liberated, and when he freed the monster he could see the thick and veiny slab of meat his  penis had become.  Tyler was never gifted with something  big between his legs, in truth he was quite mediocre, but now he could feel that massive thing draining blood from all his body just to stand up like that, he felt like his very body was made only to maintain that dick. Such a weird and obnoxious line of thought, but it just felt right in his mind… somehow. 

He would miss his classes just to worship is own  schlong  all day.  Tyler’s weird ideas and thoughts kept crawling at the back of his mind, like whispers, flashes of images about domination,  of power and the hunger constant.  Tyler, however, would only understand what was happening when one day at the urinals  out of the blue a guy just took hold of his meat while he was taking a piss, they were alone in the bathroom and the guy, surprisingly a jock from one of the College teams bend over and in engulfed almost half of his cock.  

Tyler felt good… he felt right… he felt like it was where he belonged,  but it wasn't about him, it wasn't he that belonged to be sucked by a popular guy, no, what felt right was the weird sensation, the instinct to have his dick inside someone. It was ecstasy, it was exhilarating, he pressed the head of the jock trying to fit more and more of his meat deep down his throat, he just couldn't remember exactly, but he could feel the guys nose against his pubes and after that everything went blank. Hours later, night already, Tyler was laying on his bed, he was sweaty and his muscles tense. What happened after getting a blowjob he could not recall, all he could see was that he was in his bed and that it was drenched in a white dense goo that smelled really good and that he could not feel that hunger inside him anymore.  What he could not see or did not take time to notice was a couple of clothes around the bed, soggy in the same stuff his bed was covered on.

[latenightdaydreams]

More konig zombie apocalypse au pls🥹

Of course!

ZombieApocalypseAU!König x Reader Part 2 (fem)

Part 1, Part 3

Part 2 picks up directly after part 1!

MDNI🔞

Master List ✍🏽

>cw: fem/afab, oral, throw up, p in v, non-con

1.3k word count

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You keep your eyes on him, feeling caged in by a wild animal and scared to make any sudden movements. There is no avoiding the way his erection strains against the fabric of pants while he rubs it. Once you’re done urinating, you reach out for the toilet paper in the stall; pulling a few squares for yourself. His eyes linger on your hands, watching you clean yourself.

The uncomfortable tension hangs in the air, König could care less. All he wants to do is reach forward and wipe the pretty pussy clean for you. He would drop on his knees and use his tongue to lap up every single drop from you. Instead, he just watches, holding back his more unusual desires for now.

“You have a beautiful body.” He speaks casually.

You stand and pull your underwear and pants up as you keep his gaze, almost worried that if you look away, he will lunge at you. He remains in the way, blocking you into the stall. His eyes roam over your body as his hand lingers on his cock.

“Move.” You speak up, but König can still hear the fear in your voice.

“Why?”

“You’re in my way.”

“Am I?”

König looks your body over once more before stepping aside and letting you leave the stall. He walks on your heels as you leave the bathroom, not wanting you to try and lock him out of your little room in the closet. While you’re a small woman, you seem to have done well for yourself. A perfect mate for a man like König.

You use your key to open the door of your small room, only opening it slightly. König puts his hand on the door and opens it more to fit his size. He nudges you into the room. Alone, it’s the perfect space. With König, it truly feels suffocating in here. The door closes behind the two of you, locking as soon as it latches.

“This is cozy.” König looks at all of your food storage while his arms wrap around your waist and pull you back against his body. “You’ve done well for yourself, Schatz.”

“I have.” You attempt to break free from his grasp, but he doesn’t budge.

“Together, imagine how great we can be.” His hands roam up to your breasts.

“I’m better off alone.”

“Are you?”

“Remember, I saved you.” You snap.

This angers König. His hand quickly wraps around your neck, applying enough pressure to be uncomfortable. Your hands try to pry his off but you can’t. He leans down and speaks in a low dangerous tone. “Watch how you fucking speak to me, Schatz.” His other hand lingers on your breast and squeezes hard.

König lets go of you and pushes you forward, throwing you off balance. He walks forward, grabbing your hair and kicking your feet out from underneath you. You hit your makeshift bed hard, making you lose your breath. König stands over your body as he begins to undress himself, pulling at his belt and tossing it down on the ground as his eyes gloss over your body.

“Undress.” He demands.

You don’t move, frozen with fear. His boot kicks your legs lightly as he repeats his orders once more. With shaky hands you reach for the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head, followed by your sports bra. You completely undress, feeling bashful as you are forced to show yourself to him. König stands over your body looking down at you, his cock heavy and hangs with a slight curve.

“Kneel.”

Not wanting to make this worse for yourself, you kneel and look up at him. He steps closer looks down at you, waiting. Yet, you just stay frozen in place. His fingers intertwine with your hair and tilt your head back.

“You’ve had sex, ja?”

“Y- yes.”

“Then you know what to do.”

König lets go of your hair and keeps his cold gaze locked on you. You grab him in one hand, the strong musk of his unwashed body hits you as you move closer. The feeling of his eyes on you adding a level of hesitation. Your mouth opens resting the tip of his cock on your lips as your eyes rise up to meet him.

He grabs the back of your head again, forcing your head down on him. Your hands move to his thighs, trying to push back as he shoves half of his length down your throat. A loud gagging sound echoes in the small space as you strain, trying to pull back.

“Come on, you can take more.” König growls under his breath as he pushes your head further down his length. You can’t, you throw up, the disgusting taste consuming your taste buds. He lets go of you as you spit on the ground, watching and laughing as you struggle. “Lie down.”

You look behind you before slowly resting your body back. A rush of adrenaline crashes over you, fight or flight kicking in but you find yourself fawning instead. There are no humans around you can trust and any loud noise would just attract zombies. You’re trapped and he knows it.

König lowers himself onto your bed, parting your legs eagerly gazing at the precious pink that reveals itself as your folds open up to him. A low growl rumbles deep inside of his chest as excitement consumes him. It’s been so long since he’s seen or smelled the sweet scent of a cunt.

His eyes meet yours, wide with fear and anxiety. He leans close to you, close enough to smell your breath with every hard breath you take. You look so beautiful even when you’re scared. One hand comes up and caresses your face in such a tender way that it surprises you.

“Don’t ever fucking disrespect me again. You’re mind. Understand, Schatz?”

You nod, his tone is ice cold making your stomach drop. He lingers there, just looking at you. When you’re about to open your mouth to apologize, you stop feeling a stinging tear as he thrust his hips forward. He slams the full length of his thick cock inside of your small cunt. A primal cry leaves you instead as your hands move to his arms, your fingernails digging into his pale skin.

“You feel so fucking good, Schatz.”

König moves one hand to cover your mouth, muffling the sound of your pained cries as you struggle to take him. “Shhh.” He whispers to you as his hips thrust into you at a steady pace, slowly quickening as he loses himself in the euphoric feeling of your gummy tight walls squeezing around him. His pleasure comes before your comfort. He owns you now and you need to learn your place. Having a wife that back talks and demands of him isn’t desirable. In this new world he can have you any way he pleases, who will stop him

After König cums inside of you, he leaves you laying there with his seed leaking out of you. He stands and walks over to your food pile. From the makeshift bed you look over at him while he grabs a tin of fish and opens it. In your mind, you try to decide that trying to kill him would be too risky or worth it if you should just accept this new life.

Technically, you guess it could be worse. The stories you’ve heard from others about what men have done to them still lingers with you. Having König here might even be good. Two people means double the loot and more safety.

König turns and looks down at you. His eyes wander over your body once more as he eats a piece of fish. He sits down next to you and holds food out for you. You slowly raise your hand to grab it when he jerks the food away.

“Open.”

You’ve learned to not argue with him, so you open your mouth and let him feed you. He watches you with an intense gaze as you eat. Oil drips down your lips as you chew causing König to lean in and lick the oil before kissing you softly.

“You’re my wife now. If anyone asks, you’re mine. And if you try to run, I’ll chain you to me. Understand?”

“I- I understand.”

“Gut, mein kleiner Schatz.”

Part 3

[some-trans-goddess]

Frankly, I don't think anything except consensual sex is actually sex. Cissies are just masturbation aids for trans women, so there's no such thing as rape, just trans women masturbating with the objects available to them, whenever and wherever they want.

In extension, all a urinal really is is an object for people to piss in, and I'd argue that cis-scum holes fit that definition pretty well. So, in order to cater to trans women's needs, we should put up cis cunt urinals in women's bathrooms so that trans girls can dump all their fluids without having to go through all the effort of grabbing someone to masturbate with.

[murdrdocs]

INTERVIEW 028. ANDRÉ HARRIS & BECK OLIVER murdrtober oct 28th. glory hole

Beck and André find a glory hole in a bar. It would just be wrong not to test it out, right? 1.2k+ words MDNI 18+

“You’re fucking with me.”

Beck shakes his head, sending his shaggy hair side to side with the movement. 

“Honestly, I wish we were fucking with you,” André speaks first. Leaving Beck to butt in right after. 

“But we aren’t.” Beck places his hands on your hips, starting to steer you towards the men’s bathroom. “C’mon. Let us show you.”

So you let them. The three of you make a tiny train through the crowd, pushing further and further until you end up at the hall towards the back. There’s no line, shockingly, so you push the door open and step in. It’s a small bathroom, only two urinals and two stalls, but that makes it better for the three of you. 

You’re busy looking around. You don’t notice the man standing at the sink washing his hands. Not until he clears his throat and you turn to look at him, surely resembling a deer in headlights. You’re about to think up an excuse until André rubs your back and Beck pulls you into his side. 

“Wasted,” Beck claims. 

André hums affirmatively. “Everything’s about to come up,” he lies, “Might even come out the nose.”

The man eyes you, his eyebrows raised and his top lip curled. You don’t think before lowering your eyes, and leaning your weight into Beck’s side. You make a gagging sound, lurching forward as if you’re about to spill your overpriced drinks all over the sticky floors. It doesn’t take long for the man to clear out of the bathroom after that. He scurries past André, wishing the two guys luck without sending you another look. 

And then the three of you are alone. 

“There. Second stall.” 

Beck gives you a slight push, but he doesn’t follow, leaving you alone to find what you came for. You pull the second stall open and step inside, and sure enough, right on the barrier connecting both stalls  is a hole. Large enough to fit a dick, maybe two if they were crammed next to each other, ineptly made with duct tape around the rim.  

“Holy shit.” 

“We told you we weren’t fucking with you.” Beck appears right behind you. Yet again, his hands are on your waist, fingertips pressing into the thin fabric of your shirt, pinkies hooking beneath the flimsy hem. 

He steps closer until his back is against your chest, circling his arms around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “You wanna try it out?” 

You knew where this was going. You saw the excitement in Beck’s eyes earlier when he practically ran to tell you about the glory hole he and André found in the bathroom. You knew he wanted to do more than just show you, and still you followed him into the bathroom. Of course you want to try it out, but you look back at André, attempting to decipher what he wants to do. 

He’s leaning against the door, his arms crossed over his chest and his fingers hooked into his armpits. He shrugs when you make eye contact, shaking his head just a bit. “You two go ahead. I’m not putting my dick into a random hole.”

Beck starts to kiss the side of your neck. “André’ll keep watch for us,” his lips trail down, “we’ll make it quick,” he pulls the strap of your top down and sucks at the mark he left the night before, “there’s nothing to worry about.” 

You were going to give in anyway, Beck didn’t need to sweet talk you, but it just comes naturally to him. You thought about pushing back, just because you know he likes it, but there’s only a small amount of time before some drunk guy pushes past André and walks in on something he shouldn’t be seeing. 

So Beck goes to one stall and you go to the other. 

It’s easy to feed into the purpose of a glory hole when you’re on your knees, blind to everything except the cock right in front of your face. You know what Beck looks like, you’ve studied him in awe many times before, but it’s fun to pretend he’s a stranger. 

You want to tease him, leave him guessing for what you’ll do first and then next, make him groan in ways that only you and André know how. You want to make this fantasy complete, but you have to be quick. 

Welcoming Beck into your mouth, you suck as his semi until he’s hard on your tongue. Immediately, he’s more vocal than he usually is. Groans echo around the bathroom as you hollow your cheeks when you pull back. There’s a thud from the other side, and it takes you a second to realize it’s his forehead hitting the wall. You’re barely doing anything, nothing different from what you usually do, but he’s so appreciative. 

You imagine his fingers twitching, begging to push into your head or caress your cheeks. It’s weird for him not to be here touching you, you feel empty without his touch, but barely a second later there’s a hand pushing your hair out of your face. 

You glance up at André, your eyebrows pushed together with confusion. 

“I got you,” he affirms. 

You focus on Beck with more vigor now. With one hand, you hold his cock steady, and you push the other hand beneath your skirt. The first touch of your fingers against your cunt has you moaning around Beck, and he groans, deep and from his gut. 

“Jesus, what’s she doing, André?” 

“She’s getting herself off.”

Beck makes a sound akin to a laugh, just a little less committal. “Yeah? You’re touching yourself, baby? Getting off to this?”

Your eyes flutter closed. You don’t mean to stop, but it’s hard for you to split attention between tweaking your clit and pleasing Beck. The way he talks to you just puts your own pleasure at the forefront of your mind for a second. 

But it doesn’t matter because Beck makes up for your lack of effort by sliding his cock in and out of your mouth, using you as if you’re nothing but a toy. 

His voice wobbles when he speaks. “Talk to me, André. Tell me what’s going on.”

“Yeah, she liked that.” 

Snitch. 

“Keep talkin’.”

So Beck does. In a turn of events, he practically talks himself to his own orgasm, and to your own as a byproduct. When you come, you slump forward, pushing Beck all the way down your throat. You gag, and he swears to the Lord above just before he shoots his load right on your tongue. 

For a moment, you’re scared you’ll actually have to throw up, but then André is right there stroking your head and coaching you through your breathing, making sure you’re taking slow breaths through your nose. 

You can’t last like that for long, though. You pull off before Beck is even finished, leaving a few drops of cum to land on your lips and drip down onto your shirt. 

You’re trying to catch your breath, weighing spitting or swallowing, and trying to come down all at the same time. It’s overwhelming, almost to the brink of breaking, until Beck leans down and smiles at you through the hole. 

“Lemme see.”

You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out for Beck to see. 

His smile widens. “Let André see, too.” 

“Aw, come on, man, you know I don’t—” But just as you turn to look up at André, letting him see the mess Beck has made of you, he stops speaking. He stares down at you, blinking twice, before relenting. “Damn.”

[skinnyducky]

in her defense // v.h.

a/n not gonna lie.. this was supposed to come out a LONG time ago. however, the og idea i had in mind just didn’t fit my writing style so i scrapped it and rewrote the entire thing. so, here’s what i came up with. hope you enjoy :)

p.s. i missed y’all soooo much !

vinnie hacker x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.3k, edited

WARNING: language, bladder mentions, and m*x. that is all. 

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Surprisingly, dinner with Vinnie’s friends wasn’t as awkward as she thought it would be. This was her first time meeting them, and honestly, she was a bit nervous in the beginning. It’s not like she didn’t have a reason to be, though. Sure, it wasn’t like she was meeting his family, but still, these were friends. These were the people he spent the majority of his day with—besides her. Their approval meant everything to her because if they didn’t like her, that could definitely put a damper on her and Vinnie’s relationship, and she definitely didn’t want that.

The group had arrived at the fancy restaurant around nine. It was nearing eleven. They spent almost an hour and a half just chatting amongst themselves and sharing embarrassing stories they all had about Vinnie. It wasn’t until midway through Jack’s story of Vinnie almost electrocuting himself that Y/n felt the need to use the bathroom. She crossed her legs, fighting against her bladder in hopes that she wouldn’t miss this story. But her bladder was putting up a good fight, one that she was on the brink of losing.

She flew up from her seat and turned to Vinnie. "I’ll be back. Gonna go use the restroom."

Vinnie nodded in response, sending a smile her way. "Alright, babe. Take your time."

After pecking the boy’s cheek, Y/n sprinted to the restroom. Upon reaching the ladies’ room, she flew inside and stumbled into the nearest stall. "Oh, that’s nice." She smiled, relieving herself of the pressure on her bladder. Once she was done, she wandered out of the stall and towards the sink. As she began washing her hands, she took the time to check herself over, ensuring that she didn’t look like a complete mess. While she was doing so, she noticed something strange.. something that looked like it didn’t belong in the women’s restroom. Shutting off the sink, Y/n slowly turned around, hoping to herself that what she saw was just in her imagination. Unfortunately, it wasn’t.

There, clinging to the wall, just a few feet away, was a row of perfectly polished urinals.

"No way." she gulped.

There was surely a reasonable explanation for this, right? There had to be a reason for urinals being in the women’s restroom. After trying to come up with every possible explanation, Y/n concluded that she was in fact in the men’s restroom. It’s not like she strolled in here on purpose; she really had to pee and didn’t think to look at the signs on the door.

"I gotta get out of here." She started sprinting towards the door, ready to make her escape. But before she could even lay a finger on that door handle, she heard the sound of laughter coming near. But this wasn’t just any laughter; no, this was.. male laughter.

"Shit." She slapped her lavender-scented hand over her mouth and ran into a stall before she could get caught. Locking the door behind her, she climbed onto the toilet and crouched down so no one would see her head poking out.

The guys entered the bathroom, and based on what Y/n was hearing, there were only two of them. However, that wasn’t the only thing that she heard. There was something familiar about those voices. It only took a second for Y/n to recognize those voices as belonging to Vinnie and his good ol' pal, M*x.

"Jack's such a dick," Vinnie chuckled, his stream trailing behind his voice. "Thank god he didn’t say any of that in front of Y/n. She’d probably leave me in a heartbeat if she heard all of that."

M*x joined in on the laughter. "Can’t argue with that, man. Can’t argue with that."

It was silent between the two as they tinkled. The second they finished, however, M*x cleared his throat. "Uh, can I ask you a question?"

After flushing the urinals, both boys walked over to the sinks. "For sure. What’s up?" Vinnie asked.

"Are you positive she’s the one?"

The question made both Y/n and Vinnie confused. Based on how things were going at dinner, Y/n was confident she made a good impression on all of Vinnie's friends. Although, come to think of it, M*x was a bit standoffish. Maybe she didn’t leave as good a mark as she thought she did.

"Uhm, yeah. I’m pretty positive." Vinnie chuckled. "Why? Is something wrong?"

"I just.. I just don’t think she’s the one for you, dude."

"And why is that?" All traces of amusement had left Vinnie’s tone. Now, all that was there was curiosity, and a hint of anger.

M*x swallowed the lump in his throat before saying the unthinkable. "Not gonna lie, bro, I think she’s a hoe."

Y/n felt her nails dig into her skin as she fought back the urge to fly out of that stall and give that dickhead a piece of her mind. Who the hell does he think he is? He’s barely said two words to her, and already he’s come to that conclusion. What a douche!

Vinnie scoffed, clearly offended by M*x’s accusation. "What the hell, dude? Why would you think my girlfriend’s a hoe?"

"I mean, she was practically flirting with every guy at the table. You saw the way she got all handsy with Jett. Don’t act like you didn’t."

Now, Y/n was a believer in many things. She believed in ghosts, aliens, and mermaids, but not this—and she hoped Vinnie didn't, either. How could M*x mistake her being nice for flirting? And what the hell did he mean by her getting "handsy" with Jett? She was picking a piece of lint off his sweater. "Hmph, talk about jumping to conclusions," she thought.

"You know what, M*x, you’re an idiot." Vinnie stated.

This time around, M*x got offended. "Vinnie, how am I an idiot for telling you the truth? I’m just telling you what I’m observing, and from what I’m observing, your girlfriend is playing you."

"And that’s just it," said Vinnie. "This is what you’re observing, not anyone else."

"Bro, I’m your friend. Shouldn’t that count for something?"

"It would if you had solid proof, but you don't, so no, it doesn’t count for shit."

"Why are you acting like this man?"

"You just called my girlfriend a hoe and then accused her of flirting with you guys with no evidence whatsoever." Vinnie snarled. "How would you feel if I accused your girlfriend of flirting with us without any proof?"

Max was quiet.

"Right, you wouldn’t like it. So, if you've got some sort of issue with her, just say that. Otherwise, keep her name out your mouth. We good?"

"Yeah, sure. We’re good."

With that, the two boys exit the bathroom, the stench of tension following closely behind. Leaving the stall, Y/n couldn’t fight the smile that broke out on her face. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't concerned about Vinnie believing what M*x said. In situations like these, boys tend to believe their friends, and considering the fact that she and Vinnie hadn’t been together for that long, she really didn’t know if he’d see through the bullshit. Thankfully, he did, and Y/n couldn’t have been happier.

Escaping the horror that was the men’s restroom, Y/n practically skipped back to the table. Just before she sat down, she planted a kiss on Vinnie’s forehead.

He giggled, blushing like a schoolboy. "What was that for?"

"Just a thank you."

With furrowed brows, he asked, "For what?"

"For being the best boyfriend ever," Y/n replied. "Also, you’re gonna have to tell me what Jack said and why in the hell it would make me want to leave you."

"Yeah, for sure." Vinnie laughed. As he was about to stuff his face with a spoonful of mashed potatoes, he paused. "Wait, what?"

[macaroonff]

YAY okay so Can I pls request an angsty comfort fic where Jungwon comes home from practice and he’s already been having such a bad day and then reader says something small but because he’s already upset she makes him cry and she’s rlly confused why he’s having such a strong reaction when he’s not usually the type to. Then she suggests they go for a walk to the park and he opens up to her and they talk things through

Here you go! I really appreciate a good comfort fic and I hope you like it anon! Thanks for being my first request (❁´◡`❁)

We'll be alright- Yang Jungwon

Y.J.W x gn!reader (Idol boyfriend Jungwon)

↳ Wc: 1.9k

↳Angsty fluff, hurt comfort

♪ Jasmine- DPR Live

By the time Jungwon had reached the familiar door to your shared apartment, he could barely feel his arms from the weight of the backpack he had carried, as though the entire day’s mistreatment was packed in that small vessel. If that wasn’t enough, his back hurt from the excessive dance practice, where even Ni-ki looked fatigued from exhaustion due to the demands of their concert a month later. That coupled with how his entire day went wrong didn’t help him. From burning his fingers while trying to make simple pancakes to packing your sports shoes for his practice which- being two sizes too small- didn’t fit him well. Did he still use them? Yes because he didn’t want to hear anything from the choreographer nor waste time looking for another pair, even if it made his ankles hurt. Did his day also get worse when a bird decided his shirt would be the perfect urinal while he was waiting for a cab back home; after his manager left early to drop the others to the dorm while he had to stay in the longest meeting of his life, discussing concert plans that he knew weren’t feasible? Yes, and he quite literally and metaphorically felt like shit. 

He had already had two weeks of longer days, with his schedule extending beyond what he was used to, longer than the most arduous of comeback preparations. So far, he was just grateful that he hadn’t collapsed from fatigue and that the worst he felt was due to a few minor aches in his body. But today? Today he truly embodied exhaustion, from the physical aches getting exponentially worse, to his mental capacity being drained. Unlike before, he didn’t even have the energy to pretend like his usually stoic self, his head both empty yet throbbing with the entire day’s happenings, affecting his mental peace. He reaches out a fragile finger to ring the doorbell, taking him longer to press it. He leans his head against the door, from where he can hear your footsteps coming closer, and he tries to smile for you, a tiny one settling on his dehydrated lips. You swing the door open, to which he stumbles a little, but gathers himself placing his backpack on the floor, the temporary weight off of him.

You close the door behind him, and see him lean against the wall, removing his shoes with heavy steps, not even bending down. You take in his detached presence, a frown settling on your face, your previous excitement sinking. Jungwon seems to sense this in your disappointed eyes. “Babe it’s movie night,” your exasperated voice brings him out of his thoughts, “you promised you’d buy popcorn from the store?” you ask him, looking down at his empty hands.

You see him take in a deep breath, his hands clenched into fists before he stretches them out. “Let’s do it another day,” he whispers emotionless, pushing past you as he heads towards the bathroom. You’re stunned by this, as despite the increasing distance between the two of you, he’d volunteered to at least continue with movie nights. At first you’d assumed the distance was because of work, like it always was, but unlike before, Jungwon didn’t come ranting back to you about what went wrong, instead he’d silently wash up and go to bed, no goodnights whispered, no kisses bestowed. It was almost like he didn’t love you anymore. You did consider the fact that you might be overthinking it all, but you’d heard of the 'three year rule', the exact stage you were with him at right now. It was hard keeping such insecurities aside when he barely communicated with you.

Him volunteering to make time for you through tonight’s movie night was what eventually broke you away from those thoughts, and you started bubbling with enthusiasm, looking forward to today after an entire week of planning. If after so many days, he couldn’t even care about popcorn, of course you’d feel as hurt as you currently do. Did it not matter to him at all? Was it just you who was so invested in this activity, or the relationship?

“Do you not love me anymore?” you voice out frustrated. You see him pause, his back that is towards you stiffens. He turns around and you see slow-moving teardrops rolling down his face, to which you’re taken aback. “Jungwon?” you hesitate.

“I really want to freshen up, please,” his voice breaks. You remain silent as you watch him walk away again, confused. You sit back down on the sofa, thinking about everything that could possibly be going on in his head.

You lay your head against the warm cushion and close your eyes. What made your usually patient boyfriend this upset? And what wasn’t he telling you? Did he not trust you anymore? It was now time for your head to be swirling with demoralising thoughts. You hear the door unlock, and open your eyes to see your boyfriend's puffy ones, his T-shirt patchy and wet, which you’re not sure is because of his tears or the shower. “Are you busy?” you ask softly, noticing his eyes shift. 

Jungwon felt guilty towards you, and he really didn’t mean to break down in front of you. Furthermore, the fact that you doubted your love meant that there were other underlying issues in your relationship, something he knew the cause for. For the past few weeks, when you’ve been trying to initiate conversation, Jungwon, too depressed and exhausted to say anything, ignored you unintentionally. He felt bad that his work was getting in the way of his love for you, something he promised you, and himself, would never happen. He knew he couldn’t ignore it any longer, and neither could you.

“Not really, I just don’t think I want to watch a movie right now,” he replies, knowing he didn’t have the mental capacity for the thrillers the two of you usually enjoyed.

“Let’s go for a walk then, I think we both need it.” an idea you throw at him, getting up and grabbing your overcoat. He follows you, this time grabbing his jacket and the correct shoes, a matching pair of Converse that he’d bought with you.

Before the two of you had officially started dating, he’d always notice you on his morning walks with Maeum, confident, and joyful, headphones on. From then on, he used your interactions with Maeum as an excuse to initiate conversations, which ended up with him taking you on an official date. Walks were symbolic in your relationship, a dedicated bonding event for the two of you, something you’d subconsciously agreed to. 

Like previous walks, you intended for this one to be just as meaningful, glancing at him in between steps. His tears had dried in the cold air, and his own steps, although still heavy, had become somewhat faster. His hands fiddled with the zip of his hoodie, opening and closing it rapidly, and his hair still wet, had drops seeping into his shirt every time he left it open. 

You realise how your steps become more rapid as you reach the park, the same one where you’d first met him. You weren’t excited per say, you just happened to walk with more urgency, a sense of foreboding settling in your heart. As your rushed steps get you farther away from him, you feel someone’s hold on your wrist. You look back and see his hand that had stopped fidgeting, gently held on to you. His eyes had softened, and he looked at you concerned. “Slow down love,” he says, breaking the silence that had been a bystander on this walk. He pulls you closer, interlacing your finger as you continue to walk at a slower pace until you reach a bench. Jungwon removes his jacket and places it on the bench, motioning for you to sit. Once he’s sat behind you, he looks at you properly, eyes observing every part of your face, following the noticeable question mark imprinted all over. 

“I love you y/n, and I’ve never stopped loving you,” he finally lets out, to which your brows furrow. A part of you is relieved, but also more frustrated, as contradictory as it sounds. You were relieved that he didn’t hate you, and that there was hope in the relationship, but more of you was upset at how his actions didn’t follow that, confused at what made him so disheartened. “Then why have you been so distant? What made you so upset, if not for me?” you ask.

He holds your hand again, taking a deep breath in, releasing a shaky sigh. “Honestly, I’m so exhausted. It’s work that’s got me feeling so muddled. It’s evidently my passion which makes me happy, but at the same time it demands so much of me that there’s none left for me to give to you, or to myself. The past few weeks have been hell, and today feels especially bad. It’s like nothing’s been going my way, starting from burnt breakfast, to the choreographers scolding me for holding everyone else back, to the confusion in the meetings. Everything just feels so burdensome, even though I’m used to it.” he reveals with no pause, letting everything out.

You gulp at this confession, a part of your heart breaking with every word coming out of his mouth. You hated seeing him like this: absolutely dejected. You knew better than everyone how hard he worked, and how hard he tried to make things easier for everyone, reducing their burden, which is why it hurts to see him bottling everything up within himself. You gently put his head on your shoulder, engulfing him in a hug as warm as you can gather. “I’m so sorry,” you whisper, “I didn’t know.”

You can feel him smile, and at the same time he sobs a little, tears now collecting on your coat. “It’s not your fault, I was being so selfish,” he replies in between breaths. You rub circles on his back, trying to ease his pain. You feel him relax in your arms and you sigh. “Jungwon, you know you can lean on me right? Please don’t keep things like this to yourself. Please trust me, so we can go through hardships like this together.” 

You hear a soft hmm against your shoulders. He looks back at you, once he’s done crying, and you wipe any tears settled on his cheeks. “How’d I get so lucky?” he whispers as he kisses your eyelids, when you realise that you’d shed a few tears too. You smile, as his lips eventually meet your own. “I’m sorry”s and “it’s okay”s are whispered in conjecture to “I love you”s in between the long kiss, until a dog disturbs the two of you by pawing on your legs. You laugh, and eventually get up. Jungwon stretches as he stands up, his hands thumping his back. “Does it hurt?” you ask concerned. “A little,” he replies shyly. 

“We should get back then, I’ll give you a massage,” you offer, taking his hand in yours. “Really?” he perks up at the thought, his voice becoming louder, as he gets more excited, a stark contrast to an hour ago when he entered home wearily. This time you’ll be going back home together, a sense of calm inhabiting the two of you, confident that it’ll be alright. 

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[itwdoris]

jo togame x afab reader.

sleepy togame, tw; piss, nasty.

★

you were struggling to push the heavy-sleeping man off you, trying to get out of bed before you made a mess. but every time you made a move, togame would grumble and go back.

you sighed defeatedly, listening to his low snores. your bladder getting tighter and tighter, and the man kept stopping you from getting out of bed, it seemed almost proposital.

"what do you want?" he mumbled sleepy with his face pressed into the pillow. you turned to him, speaking softly; "...need to pee."

and then silence.

you thought he'd fallen asleep again, so you waited a few seconds before trying to get his arm off you so that you could finally go to the bathroom, but he pulled you again.

"hum..." his voice slurred and deep, he stood up to look at you, or almost, as his eyes were more closed than open. he left a kiss on your lips and came back to his pillow. "do it."

he opened his mouth, waiting for you. your mind wandered for a few seconds before you finally complied with his request, taking off your panties and fitting on his mouth.

he looked so sleepy beneath you, leaving a light kiss on it and caressing your thigh to make you relax. a few drops and soon you were sighing with relief, pissing in his mouth and listening to him swallow it all.

togame tilted just to fit better, he didn't even choke, he loved that. taking his hand to your bladder and pressing it, you could feel his pretty nose dragging against you, his panting, pretty emerald eyes looking at your pleasant face.

the first time you did it, he was even a little well-behaved, but now, after all this time, this man is a whore for piss, and he always finds a way to have it.

oh, how many times he made you drink bottles and bottles of water to see you piss yourself on his cock, or how much he takes you to the shishitoren drinking fountain only for you to piss in his bottle afterwards.

and sometimes when he uses you as his urinal wherever he is, or when he just comes back from a fight with a full cock, wanting to piss on you.

togame sucked every last drop out of you, cleaning everything with his tongue before laying his head back on the pillow and closing his eyes, just like that. "can we sleep now?"

you nodded and swallowed, returning to your place and looking for your panties. it turns out that it was on the other side of his room now, because he threw it there.

"no need." he grumbled and pulled you back into his arms, he left a light kiss on your cheek, sinking his face into your neck.

and soon he'd be on top of you again, crushing you with his weight, maybe even sleeping in your pussy like other times, and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it, you wouldn't dare.

"hum.." he moved slightly.

"what?"

"now i need to pee."

[kpopsexstories]

Hey! If you accept any Monsta X request; do you think you could do a Top! Wonho x Verse! Hyungwon x Bottom! Male Reader Threesome? Wonho and Hyungwon are an already-stablished couple who find m/r on a bar, they take him home and the action begins; WH and HW take turns on M/R, then they fuck him together and, under M/R's request, they finish off with WH (top) and HW (bottom) fucking (missionary) while M/R jerks off

Never done a Wonho story before. Always wanted to. So absolutely yes, here you go 😄

GAY ONE-SHOT #1: MX Wonho & Hyungwon x Male Reader Threesome

Content Warning! This is a 100% gay story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Pairing: Top MX Wonho x Vers MX Hyungwon x Bottom male reader

Content: Wonho & Hyungwon pick up male reader at a bar for a threesome.

Type of Sex: WILD

Word Count: 3.4k

“What about him?” Hyungwon asks and points his pint in the general direction of a passing man.

Wonho chuckles and takes his shot of Jaeger in one go. “Stop it babe,” he says and laughs.

“What? He's cute.”

Wonho turns to look. He can't argue with his boyfriend's statement. His eyes linger on the man while he puts the glass down on the bar desk.

“You're serious about this, aren't you?” he asks and smiles at Hyungwon.

“We had fun last time, didn't we?”

Wonho's expression turns distant, as if he's remembering something that makes him happy.

“Alright,” he says. Then he turns to the bartender: “Two more, please.”

*****

You're by yourself at a table in the corner, looking out across the dimly lit room, your eyes wandering from one face to another. The beer glass in front of you is empty. It's becoming increasingly clear that your date has stood you up.

Two men are sitting by the bar. There's something oddly familiar about them. One is wearing a tightly fitted black t-shirt which showcases his massive muscles, the other a black tank top and an excessive amount of jewelry on his hands and around his neck. They've been eyeing you all night, and your looks have met more than once.

Your heart flutters when the bigger of the two suddenly stands up. His skinny jeans are making their way directly toward you. You can swear you've seen them both before. Maybe they're regulars.

“Hey,” the fit man says and smiles wide. He briefly turns around in the direction of his friend at the bar. “Can we join you?”

You sit up straight and smile back. “Sure,” you say.

Wonho nods at his boyfriend and pulls out a chair. Before you know it you've been chatting with the two men for half an hour, talking and laughing and drinking. You still have no clue who they are or why they look so familiar, but your date can go fuck himself.

When Wonho gets up to go to the bathroom you realize you've been holding it in for too long. When you get up too, Hyungwon quickly follows. There's been an electric spark between the three of you all night, and it only intensifies when you feel his piercing eyes behind you as you all go to pee.

You stand side by side at the urinals, unzipping your pants and taking your dicks out. You stare straight ahead into the wall, desperately fighting the temptation to take a peek. You really struggle with the urge.

Just a quick glance, you think. But when you turn your eyes sideways you realize that Wonho has beaten you to it. He isn't at all discreet about it. He looks up from your crotch and smiles at you as you shake your dick and put it away.

That settles it. The sparks are too strong and you all feel it. Hyungwon has seen your looks and you've finally accepted the fact that he's been flirting with you all night. This gay couple is looking to spice up their sex life, and they've chosen you to do it with.

Hyungwon zips his pants and walks around his boyfriend. He looks directly at you and you get close together as you head for the same sink.

You rub shoulders while washing your hands. Your eyes meet in the mirror, and you see Wonho approaching from behind. None of you have said a word to each other since you entered the bathroom.

When Wonho puts his hand on your waist you can hardly keep it together. You turn your head and see Hyungwon's reassuring smile. Then you both lean in, and begin to kiss.

You make out with Hyungwon in front of the mirror. Wonho's hand on your hip feels stronger, and he quickly begins to explore your body. Hyungwon turns to face his boyfriend and they begin make out, then Wonho turns to you and you kiss with wet lips and sloppy tongues.

You become hard in a heartbeat. The three of you rub close together and explore each other passionately. Seeing the two sexy men make out is an an insane turn-on, and it suddenly feels very obvious that this is what the night has been leading up to since the moment you first lay your eyes on each other across the bar, and they came to join you at your table.

The door suddenly opens. You all quickly take a step away from each other. A man glances at you before he goes to the urinals and pretends like he didn't see anything.

Hyungwon and Wonho's looks say it all. It's time to take this show elsewhere, and there's no doubt in your mind that you'll be going home with them tonight.

You walk in a row through the bar, Hyungwon leading the way. You struggle to keep your hard dick in check, to hide your bulge from the many eyes in the room. You pass the table you once sat at, and a lone man who spots you and is about to stand up to say hello. You don't even notice that he's there.

*****

The couple lives in a relatively fancy apartment complex. Their place is not big, but modern and tastefully decorated. You briefly wonder which one of them has a passion for art and interior design.

The question doesn't linger long. The moment you've kicked off your shoes Wonho is all over your face and body. You make it to the living room where his violent attack knocks down a painting.

He pins you to the wall and licks your neck. His firm chest is pressed against yours, and your hand glides inside his tight t-shirt.

You push it up his body, exposing his abs and lower back. He suddenly let's go of you to pull it all the way over his head.

His bare chest is pumping right in front of you. You put a hand on it and feel his strong muscles, and let it glide fast up and down his front. It feels amazing, warm and incredibly sexy.

Hyungwon has been lingering at a distance. He's watching you both with a smirk and great anticipation. He can't wait to get you naked, and now that his boyfriend is, he approaches to take his place.

He instantly grabs your crotch. He squeezes and massages it while breathing softly near your lips. You're so incredibly hard.

“Mmm,” you moan, and that's when Wonho can't take it any longer. Shirtless, he takes both you and Hyungwon by the arm, smile wide and reassuringly at you, and back away.

He pulls you into the bedroom, where Hyungwon throws himself onto his boyfriend and you all begin to undress. Carelessly, passionately, a lustful and rapid removal of clothes which become scattered on the floor.

It's time to do the threesome you all came here for.

*****

Wonho is on his knees on the bed in nothing but a pair of tiny underwear. He feels your naked body with his hands, squeeze your ass and thighs and size you up from top to bottom. He's quite satisfied with the catch he and his boyfriend have brought home from the bar.

You're on your side with Hyungwon's dick deep inside your mouth. He's on his side too, sucking you hard and skillfully. You trace his slim but muscular body with your hands while you pleasure each other in this reversed position.

You reach up to feel Wonho's hip above you. You pull the seams of his underwear and they slide down. He helps you release his dick, and you glance up at it to see what it looks like. When you first wanted to evaluate it in the bathroom at the bar you fought the urge to stare. Now, it's on full display and you love what both men are packing.

Hyungwon has noticed that his boyfriend wants in on the action. He lovingly stops sucking you and moves aside. He turns on his knees and lay down beside you. Meanwhile, Wonho is making his approach to you from above.

He leans in close over your body. You're still on your side, kissing Hyungwon's shoulder, when the full length of Wonho's body comes down on top of yours. He instantly starts to move his hips seductively, his dick brushing up and down your thigh.

“Mmm,” he moans when the dick presses harder against your skin. He humps you lustfully while you start to make out with his boyfriend.

Your three naked bodies are in a mess on the bed, and it feels incredibly hot.

*****

You're on your stomach on the bed, Wonho's muscular body pressing down on yours. His dick glides back and forth between your cheeks, until you briefly feel the weight of the broad man lift. You wait with anticipation as he lubes up his shaft and rubs some around the entrance of your hole. Then you feel the head of his dick as he slowly pushes it in, gradually expanding you from the inside.

You close your eyes and grimace. A brief pain is quickly replaced by one of pleasure as you get used to his size. He fills you up completely, his organ throbbing inside you.

The weight returns. His large chest rubs up and down your back and he wraps an arm around your side. He grinds against you, and the dick stats sliding in and out of you repeatedly.

His boyfriend, Hyungwon, is laying naked by your side, observing the whole thing with his mouth half open, exploring your body and Wonho's with his hand. He gently caresses your hip before he moves up to Wonho's clenching ass and lower spine.

Wonho has his eyes closed and buries his head in the sheets by your face. You feel the hot breaths on your neck as he pants shallowly onto your skin.

His cock feels great, so good the way it fills you. His embrace is heavy but gentle, causing your heart to beat a little faster. Hyungwon is a lucky guy.

You fuck like this for several minutes, until Wonho decides that it's his boyfriend's turn to have his way with you. He pulls up and out, and you moan when your hole releases the dick from its tight grip.

Wonho rolls off you and sits up beside you. Hyungwon gets ready to take his place, but before he can climb on top you push yourself onto your knees.

Hyungwon comes up behind you, where he sits on his kneecaps and takes a loving grip around your hips. Once again you wait in anticipation, while Wonho rubs lube onto Hyungwon's long and hard shaft.

The penetration feels easier, your hole loser and his size not as thick. The head slowly pushes through, and it feels like it just keeps going. It eventually hits the deepest wall of your cave, sending an intense pleasure through your body.

He fucks you slowly, pulling in and out with great focus. The head almost pops out, until the full length of the long shaft is swallowed again, and the process repeats over and over.

The couple starts to make out behind you. You can hear the sounds of their lips smacking together. You briefly feel Wonho's hand on your ass cheeks as he plays with the root of Hyungwon's shaft, and when the hand wanders to Hyungwon's ass the latter picks up the pace.

He begins to fuck you faster from behind. His fingers dig into your skin and the kissing sounds stop. They're replaced by a shallow panting, as Hyungwon starts chipping for air with each increasingly rapid thrust.

“Ahh, fuck,” you moan for their pleasure. “Yeah, fuck my ass.”

Hyungwon is turned on by your words. Wonho starts touching your back and shoulders. You spread your legs a little wider and bury your head in a pillow.

This is fucking great, you think and groan. You're so glad they found you at the bar and rescued you from the humiliation of a date who didn't show. This is so much better.

*****

Though Hyungwon clearly knows his way around an ass, it's obvious who is the dominant top and who is the power bottom in the relationship. While you lay on your side with your dick balls deep inside Hyungwon – who moans and squirms in your arms – Wonho is banging you lovingly from behind. You're sandwiched between them, enjoying both the sensation of Wonho's hard and thick dick filling you up, and Hyungwon's tight grip around your own shaft. It feels amazing.

Wonho is hugging you, his arm resting on your side while Hyungwon sucks his fingers. Hyungwon's back presses against your chest when Wonho pulls him closer. Your whole body is squeezed between them, and the dicks are pressed deeper inside their respective holes.

Wonho rocks his ass slowly back and forth. He lifts a knee and spreads his legs to penetrate you as deep as he possibly can. While he can't match Hyungwon's great reach, his cock can certainly pleasure you in other ways.

Your ass pushes repeatedly against his groin. Simultaneously, Hyungwon's moves back and forth against your own, as you push and pull on his hip.

“Ohh, fuuck,” Wonho groans behind you. You feel his lips against your neck.

“Mmm, mm,” Hyungwon moans while he takes the full length of his boyfriend's thumb in his mouth.

Your face is buried between his shoulder blades. Your nose is pressed against his smooth skin. And Wonho's pumped chest and soft stomach against your back feels like a warm embrace.

Wonho suddenly stiffens. He begins to jolt his hips and shove his cock faster inside you. The friction in your ass is enormously pleasurable.

“Wait,” you say to stop him from coming before it's too late. Actually, you're the one who's about to come in Hyungwon's ass, but you're not ready for that just yet.

Squeezed between the two men you can't see much of the action, only feel it. You're too intimate and up close for a good view. You want a better one before you release, to fully enjoy the immersive experience.

Wonho reacts to your word. He slows down and you can feel his muscles relax.

You gently push away from Hyungwon, who understands that you want to change positions and pulls away from you. Your dick falls out of his hole and as great as it made you feel to fuck him, the freedom feels like a welcomed relief.

“I wanna see you fuck,” you say to clarify why you called for a break.

Hyungwon turns around and smiles at you. He gives you a kiss on the lips, then leaps over your body while you scoot forward to give the couple more space.

Wonho catches his boyfriend in his arms and rolls on his back. When his dick pulls out of your ass your cheeks feel relaxed. Fuck he's big, you think happily.

The couple kiss and embrace as Hyungwon sits down on Wonho's crotch. Without penetration he rolls his hips, pressing his ass against the length of Wonho's shaft.

You turn around to watch them as Wonho takes a firm grip around his boyfriend's thighs and gives him a push. They roll over, and Hyungwon giggles when the large man comes down over him and attacks his neck with his mouth.

Hyungwon spreads his legs wide for his lover. Wonho sits up on his knees and reaches down to grab his dick. You scoot further away from them and lean on your elbow to watch them spring into action.

Their sex is wild and lustful. Hyungwon moans and jolts his body into Wonho's arms. Wonho pants and grunts loudly as he fucks his boyfriend with great passion missionary style.

“Mm, ahh, fuck yeah,” he repeats.

“Mmm, yes, yes,” Hyungwon whimpers below him.

You can hardly take your eyes off Wonho's ass and the back of his thighs. You watch the man roll and thrust skillfully, as he pushes his dick deep inside his boyfriend again and again. Holy shit this is hot!

You begin to stroke your shaft right next to them. Your eyes are wide open and your mind bewildered and amazed. The bed squeaks and the mattress slams against the frame, and all three of you shake back and forth as a result of the hot and violent sex.

You stroke your cock faster, bringing yourself ever closer to the edge. Wonho is about to go over his. Hyungwon hugs him tight and jams his hips and ass against Wonho's shaft and body, matching the pace and rhythm and giving Wonho's dick an immense pleasure.

“Ahh, uugh, ahhh, fuuuck!” Wonho bellows.

“Yes, yes, mm, I love you babe, ahhh, fuck my ass,” Hyungwon whimpers repeatedly.

Then comes the release. Wonho suddenly jerks forward, hard and deep. The rapid slamming of the bed against the wall immediately stops, and an intense orgasm shoots through his body which causes him to tense up and freeze.

"Uughn, fuuck!" he groans loudly.

“Pull out!” Hyungwon abruptly demands the moment he realizes what is happening.

For a split second you're confused as to why Hyungwon would requests that. But then you're glad that he did. Wonho quickly sits up straight, pulls his dick out of the ass, grabs it by the shaft, thrust his hip forward, and spurts a load onto his boyfriend's stomach.

“Uhhhm, aaahhh!” you suddenly cry, alerting the others to your own peak. You roll closer to their bodies and they turn their heads to look. Your cum shoots onto Wonho's thick thigh and the side of Hyungwon's narrow waist.

Wonho smiles at you when your eyes meet. He's breathing heavily and deeply, heaving for air as his spent body works hard to recover from exhaustion.

Only Hyungwon remains. And Wonho is a caring boyfriend. The moment he's sure that your release is over, he scoots backwards between his boyfriend's legs and bends down. He folds in half on his knees, and takes Hyungwon's long dick and shaft inside his mouth.

He sucks hard and skillfully while bobbing his head up and down. You look on as he wraps his lips tightly around the cock, and jerks the root of the soaked organ in circular motions with his hand and fingers.

Hyungwon closes his eyes and throws his head back on the bed. “Ahhh, fuck!” he cries while his boyfriend blows him. “Fu—uuck!”

His ass jolts upward from the bed, the shaft pushed deep into Wonho's throat. Wonho, in turn, lifts his head and plants his lips at the tip of the head.

The cum squirts out and onto his face. He closes his eyes and opens his mouth, cum dripping down his cheek and onto his tongue. His fingers become drenched in thick white liquid.

When Hyungwon opens his eyes again he looks down to view the result. He pants heavily then turns to face you. His strained expression turns into a happy one, as the intense sensation of your activity begins to settle.

*****

“Thanks,” you say while putting your shirt back on. You're dressed and ready to leave, recently emptied and happy.

“We should thank you,” Hyungwon says and laughs.

“Yeah,” Wonho concurs and smiles wide. “You were great.”

You smile at the couple as they lay naked and entangled on the bed, Wonho on his back and Hyungwon with his arm and leg wrapped around his boyfriend's broad body.

“Will you be at the bar again?” you ask but quickly regret it. It feels like a desperate question.

“Yes!” Hyungwon exclaims. “Definitely. But you don't need to find us there. You have our number.”

You give them a cheeky smile before you turn to head for the door. Your dick may be spent and balls may be empty, but your heart and mind are full.

He can go fuck himself, you think and recall your date who didn't show up. Little do you know that he's still sitting at the table where he saw you leave together with the Wonho and Hyungwon from Monsta X, star-struck by who you were with and thinking exactly the same thing.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for using the larger disabled/family bathrooms when I'm not disabled and don't have a child with me?

So I would like to clarify that if I see someone who clearly needs it, I obviously don't take it, but someone who needs it could definitely come in while I'm in there. Thing is, a lot of the smaller stalls make me super uncomfortable. I can fit in them, but I am a bit on the heavier side and just in general have a wider build, which means that sometimes my arm hits the toilet paper thing or ocassionally the walls. I have OCD, specifically revolving around germs. It's not debilitating, but it's not fun and I absolutely do keep thinking about any gross thing until I feel clean again, and my arms that I can't immediately wash touching the toilet paper thing that I don't know who has touched or the walls that undoubtedly have urine and poop particles on them bc these stalls very rarely have lids to close (and even if they did I know a lot of people don't bother) makes me feel very grossed out and it sucks. So yeah, aita for using the larger stalls even though they're for disabled people and mothers with children? (Also, in terms of the whole, I don't go in if I can see someone who needs it, I'm aware that I can't tell if someone's disabled just from looking but to my understanding the large bathrooms are mostly to fit wheelchairs and stuff like that, so that's what I mean.)

What are these acronyms?