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madamechrissy · 4 months ago

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Escort! Satoru- part one

Pairings- Escort Satoru Gojo x shy CEO F! reader

Warnings- eventually explicit sex, freaky but fluffy- this part- obsessed ass/whipped ass Gojo, mentions of sex, Satoru jerking off, whimpering (bc ofc) he becomes a little Yan tbh, Satoru half ass pleasing a client but he can't get you off his mind hehe, pretty woman vibes 🤭

Finished <3

Part two>>>

Escort! Satoru who doesn't just sleep with any client, no he's picky certainly, he gets to be at this caliber, of the most notorious escort there is. Some women he'll help get off with his fingers, some he'll only let suck his cock deep in their throat, some very lucky ones he'll actually fuck, bent over crying out his name. No matter what however, they were always pleased, he has the best rating there even is on his site.

Escort! Satoru only takes jobs and clients that he feels like, he's the most popular person on this app, highly requested, he can browse who he's meeting before hand. And if he absolutely can't stand them, perhaps that - gasp - hate Digimon!? - he keeps it to just the date, a polite fake smile on his perfect features, baby blues hidden behind his dark round shades.

Escort! Satoru gets a notification, lounging around in his penthouse, yes Gojo is rich from this career, but he enjoys the thrill of this even more, and he enjoys putting a smile on a pretty girls face, giving them pleasure when they may have never had any. His dick is just too pretty not to share with the world, truly. - That may seem conceited but it's really just factual! - He peers at the notification then, blinking quickly as the picture, so gorgeous he's damn near blushing just from seeing your face, your bare shoulders in a slinky dress, fuck since when does he get half hard looking at collarbones!?

Escort! Satoru is already throbbing and hard the longer he stares at your picture, your shy and sweet little message on there with it - 'I have never done anything like this... but with work, I have no time for anything, and... I really need a handsome date to this charity ball. Could you please come with, I will gladly pay you extra to spend some time before so we can have our story together' Satoru blinks a bit, full lips pursing, beginning to type back. 'You buying lunch?' He smirks as you laugh react to his comment. 'I'm buying lunch'

Escort! Satoru doesn't date in real life, he's merely arm candy for many women, but when he sits across from you at the outdoor diner, and you smile shyly, his heart fucking stops. He's been with so many beautiful people, but nothing has made him feel whatever this is. 'Hey there!' you introduce yourself, and he can't stop staring at your lips as they move, you have a pretty red color adorning them, he tries to focus but his brain is short circuiting. 'Satoru...' he says, taking your much smaller hand in his own, staring at you behind Gucci shades. He never lets dates call him that, he prefers Gojo of course, but when you repeat 'Satoru' in that sexy voice, he's ended.

Escort! Satoru forgets what time even is, while you pour over some details of your life with him, he's never been more interested actually in how you played the flute. Tell him it all. That you like Pokemon- Digimon is better but- close enough, tell him about your collection. He can't get enough, you all spend so much time talking the sun is starting to set. 'Oh no, we should go! I'm keeping you-' Satoru lowers those shades, his bright blue eyes drinking you in, making you falter as they trail across your body ever so slowly, making you heat up, remembering his profession. 'you're not keeping me, but one question, sweets' he leans forward, so close now, brushing back a lock of your hair. 'why would you go to an escort agency, is it just for the date? or more?'

Escort! Satoru loves watching the blush dance on your skin, the glittering of your eyes when he pulls back, thumb brushing your heated cheek just so, feeling it's warmth. 'It's just for the date, I read your reviews, they're insane...' he grins now, brushing back silvery locks. 'read which reviews?' you heat up further, fiddling with your fingers just a bit. 'If it went that way, it'd be the first time in years for me' Satoru blinks in shock. 'how?' You sigh, sipping the rest of your drink down through your straw. 'work plus being a homebody nerd, well... I never meet people or have time' ah, Satoru could make you cum so hard you wouldn't be able to form words, but he takes a sip of his own drink, saying casually- 'and you never... want to?'

Escort! Satoru thinks you're so cute when your teeth catch your lower lip, and your lashes flutter. 'of course but that's not why I hired you, I really do need a perfect date, though... your looks may have swayed me' he chuckles a bit now. 'So shallow!' you scoff, as the two of you get ready to leave. 'Do you have a suit or do you need me to buy one?' Gojo smirks at you. 'I have so many suits, and tuxedos, don't worry' 'ah you come prepared I see' he hums just a bit, walking you to your car, far too close when he leans over you just a bit, inhaling the sweet scent of you. 'I'm prepared for whatever you need, sweets, anything at all' at his connotation he watches you get more flustered, giggling a bit, feeling so stupid next to a guy like this, but he just finds you the cutest thing he's ever seen.

Escort! Satoru can't take how much you're sinking into his mind the passing days, the charity ball is in a week, but the two of you constantly text for 'practice' but he becomes more and more enamored, you're smart, sweet, and oh so fucking pretty. When you send him a selfie before he goes on a date with a client, he can hardly take it, you're in your business suit, nothing sexy- but it drives him to distraction, your pretty lips he can picture around him. Satoru can hardly focus when he's supposed to be pleasing this girl, his fingers usually so sure aren't hitting her spots, because now he can only think of you.

Escort! Satoru cannot have a bad review, oh no, he decides to excuse himself from the pretty girl on her bed, going to the bathroom to stare at this picture of you. beautiful, can I see more? when you read that you nervously shut the door to your sky rise office, unbuttoning just a bit of your blouse, tummy clenching when he hearts the message, you know you shouldn't get so excited, you're paying him after all. He's likely with a woman constantly, you see the sheer amount of reviews, but you can't help yourself, you find him entirely too charming, it's easy to forget this is just for business. For every salacious review, there were others- sweet, funny, made me feel pretty- and that's what really drew you in.

Escort! Satoru after he recieves that sexy little picture, instead of going into the room with the eager girl waiting, is instead stroking his long, pretty cock, head falling back against the door, while you nervously button your blouse back up, imagination going insane. You weren't against sleeping with someone casually, but for money would it mean... he didn't want to? The thought eats at you while Satoru's dripping precum over his phone, right on that picture, whispering your name ever so softly, forgetting where he was and shit, who he was, he can practically see those nipples under your blouse, dying to know what they taste like.

Escort! Satoru may have had sex before with the client surely, he loves a beautiful woman, before he met you. But now you're constantly on his mind. Even with his cock so hard and ready, when he's back to kissing on her and playing with her, he can't do more, frustrating him to no end. He has her squirting down his hand with the way his practiced fingers know how to hit every woman's spot, she's dripping down to his wrists, even. When he finishes, she looks up at him, all fucked out, trying to kiss him, but that's Satoru's biggest rule, never, ever kiss on the lips. He turns his head. 'sorry sweetheart I don't do that'

Escort! Satoru takes his extra money, he made bank tonight, but the entire time he had his fingers curling inside a slick, eager hole, he was picturing them deep inside you, watching as you cum for him. You'd probably sound and look so pretty, wouldn't you? As you're shooting him a good night text- who even has ever sent him one? - you're back on his mind, still aching from earlier. Turning down blowjobs is not something Escort Satoru does, but he did, and now he's throbbing when he rubs himself over his boxers, whimpering just a bit, pulling the picture back out and working his hand up and down his shaft, as it's aching to fill you

Escort! Satoru has a notification from one of his regulars pop up on the phone, right above that picture he can't stop staring at, while his cock is sticky from his spit and precum, loud in his opulent bedroom, the sound of it lewd along with his heavy, husky breaths. He's picturing just what you'd look like on your knees, with those innocent eyes, maybe he'd tear that business suit off your body, and paint every pretty inch of it with his ropes of cum, until you were just covered in white. The thought alone makes him decline the request, shutting his eyes and picturing just that as his spurts of white cum pour down his hand.

Escort! Satoru whimpers when he touches his sensitive tip, murmuring your name, trying to come down. He finds himself cleaning himself up and staring at the mirror, wondering just what the fuck you've done to him already. Surely it's... something new or different, it can't be more right? He hovers over choosing the date, or messaging you good night, and finds himself texting you with a dumb little 🥺, smiling like a lovesick fool when you send this to him-'can't wait for our 'date' it'll be fun! 😍- and Satoru's getting hard again from a fucking emoji.

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nuturingyourfinanicaljourney · 1 year ago

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dental1234 · 1 year ago

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seat-safety-switch · 1 year ago

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There's a really non-obvious consequence to all those "smart" appliances out there. Your average corporation lasts less than ten years before it's acquired, goes bankrupt, or is no longer doing the thing it first started out doing. However, all those internet-of-things gadgets still need someone to be paying the server bill, otherwise half of the features go "poof."

This is great for me: I get cheap appliances, tools, construction robots, and pseudo-sentient war machines because most of their functionality required a now-nonexistent web service to be working. For instance, this oven I pulled out of a ditch works perfectly fine to cook food, but the "Turkey Mode" that makes an obnoxious gobbling sound on Thanksgiving Day no longer activates on its own.

Not everything is as lucky. Lots of gadgets are just totally useless, so they get turned into other things. A lobotomized robot lawnmower quickly became a regular ol' human-operated lawnmower with the attachment of a Princess Auto two-stroke engine and a very, very long wood pole. And then there's the stuff that just gets plain weird.

A few weeks ago, I got a new microwave from the "gettin' spot." It was due to be recycled, to be turned into some other microwave. I figured it would still work perfectly fine, so I brought it home, plugged it in, and got ready to heat up some Pizza Pockets. Nothing doing: the screen had only one functional "app" remaining.

On its flickering high-dollar OLED screen, I saw the words "death prediction date." And, clicking on it, the microwave began to read out an entirely plausible date and cause for my personal demise. For a couple days after, guests to my house were also amazed by the microwave's chillingly reasonable projection of their inevitable fatal accident or terminal illness.

I'll never know why the Guangzhou Champion Home Appliance Company imbued the microwave with such an eerie memento mori, but I am grateful for it. The whole experience taught me that life is short, far too short to listen to some snarky-ass microwave that won't even cook a Pizza Pocket. If it's so smart, maybe it should have guessed that I was going to drag it behind my truck on the highway until the transformer – with its delicious, copper-rich windings – fell out.

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ramp-it-up · 3 months ago

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Muse: One

Muse Preview | Muse Masterlist|| Muse: Two

Summary: You and Ari meet on Raya. Chaos ensues.

Pairing: Art Curator! Ari Levinson x Plus sized model! Reader

Word count: 4.5 K

A/N: Muse will be a series of one shots featuring Muse and Ari, and this one will probably be the longest one. We’re gonna hear from them at least every week. 😏 Big thanks to @princessphilly who basically inspired the premise and then endured me being feral in her inbox. And yes, this is the same Ari that's in Show Off, so this AU is tangential to the Peach and Knock You Down verses. I was honestly working on another fic and this one possessed me. Here I go again. 🤷🏽‍♀️

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk; curate your own experience. Ari Levinson: art collector/curator/ fuckboi, Reader: model/ player, dating app life, drinking, casual sex, Dominant Ari, assertive reader, sex almost straight out the gate, size kink (c &b), breeding kink, but protected sex, pussy/clit slapping, praise and degradation, one night stand with zero feelings caught (lies!)

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You weren’t even supposed to be on Raya that night.

You’d just finished a long shoot in a downtown loft where the air was thick with hairspray, and the photographer kept yelling absurdities like: “Give me strong, but soft! Like a powerful whisper!”

Your feet ached. Your back screamed. The only thing keeping you sane was the cold cabernet sauvignon sweating in your hand.

You weren’t looking for anything. You just wanted to see some pretty faces and feel like a hot girl with options.

Swipe.

No.

Hell no.

Well damn. Ari Levinson.

You’d heard about him. Your model friends had stories about how smooth he was, the size of his dick, and how he ghosted right after getting what he wanted. Classic.

But you got it. On a cellular level. Because you weren’t looking for entanglements either.

You just wanted the D.

His first photo was black and white, him standing in a sunlit Parisian gallery, framed by massive abstract canvases. His hair was tousled like he either just woken up from a nap on a vintage couch or spent the morning negotiating a private sale.

He wasn’t looking at the camera, of course not.

He was looking at the art.

Ari also looked like art, smart blue eyes and soft lips partially hidden by a beard that you thought would feel good between your thighs. You could tell that he was tall, broad shouldered, and built to last. He was dressed casually, and that’s how you knew he was rich rich.

He didn’t have to show it off.

His bio was enigmatic:

“Chasing beauty, collecting moments. Sometimes it’s oil on canvas. Sometimes it’s the silence between two songs.”

What the fuck does that even mean?

You read it twice.

You meant to swipe left.

But fate, or the wine, intervened.

It’s a Match.

You stared at it for a minute, then typed before you could change your mind.

“Picasso said 'art is a lie that makes us realize truth.” You buying lies or selling them?” Drinks?

He responded within seconds.

He suggested a bar in SoHo with intimate booths, dim lighting, and top tier mixology.

You almost said no. You didn’t do dates.

You did vibes, connections, and the occasional night of excellent chaos.

But something about his response made you curious.

—--

Raya was never really Ari’s scene.

Too curated. Profiles with perfectly lit selfies, vague aspirations, and bios that tried too hard to sound both deep and detached.

He didn’t swipe often.

But the truth was, Ari Levinson was lonely.

Not in the sad, broken kind of way, more like he was perpetually surrounded by beautiful people who only admired his collection, complimented his taste, but never asked why he kept certain pieces or why he stared too long at sculptures that looked like loss.

His encounter the other night with the newlywed Rogers made him yearn for that kind of fire, that kind of connection. But he didn’t know if that could be duplicated.

Ari was just about to close the app when your profile popped up.

He recognized you right away.

Not because you were just beautiful, you definitely were, but because you commanded the image. There was a magnetism in the way you moved, a joy and defiance that didn’t care for permission.

On your profile was a picture of you in oversized sunglasses and a silk robe, holding a book. And another one of you at some red-carpet event, plus-sized and absolutely radiant, laughing like you were amused at the world.

You were absolutely stunning.

Your bio:

Model. Curvy chaos. Not here for a long time, just a good time.

Ari smiled. Finally, someone not performing a softcore version of forever.

You weren’t like the others, not looking to be wifed up with someone rich and powerful like him. That made you dangerous.

He swiped right instinctively, just to see. Just to admire.

He didn’t expect a match.

But when the screen lit up, It’s a Match!, his chest actually tightened.

And then came your message.

You look like you curate galleries by day and cry to phoebe bridgers by night. Drinks?

He choked on his espresso.

It was hilarious.

And too perfect.

He should’ve ignored it. Should’ve played it cool.

Instead, he typed back faster than he ever had in his life.

“I’m intrigued. 8PM. Little Branch in SoHo. Can’t wait to see you.”

Short, sharp, and confident, not overplaying his hand.

And it was the word intrigued, not “interested,” not “curious.” And he’d said, “Can’t wait to see you.”

That got you. Because that meant he was already a little undone.

—---

Ari was already there when you walked in. Black button-up, gold chain, leaning on the bar casually, but you could tell he saw you the second you stepped through the door. He stood, smiled, and you rocked back on your heels as if hit by a bolt of lightning.

The man was massive. Pictures didn’t do him justice and you didn’t know of the button up was tailored, all you knew is you felt the power beneath it. You also had to stop yourself from turning your head sideways to check out the package in his jeans.

You paused, steadying yourself, and continued your approach..

“Wow,” he said when you approached and introduced yourself.

You laughed, because no matter how many people ogled you for a living, the involuntary kind of compliments always made you flustered. You swallowed, then turned to the barback.

“Negroni. Empress Gin.”

Ari raised an eyebrow, impressed.

“Oh. A big girl drink.”

You laughed. He kind of loved it already.

“Well, as you can see, I’m a big girl.”

Ari’s eyes slid down your body and you weren’t mad as he did a double take at your jeans.

“I see. And I like.”

The way he licked his lips made you warm. You raised your eyebrow, imagining him munching away.

“My booth is back here.”

You looked at his large hand pointing the way to the back of the small bar to an even more intimate area. Yeah. You could ride that.

You walked ahead of him and you knew that he was watching your ass. You didn't mind. That was the point.

His booth was tucked into a corner, shadowed and intimate; it was the kind of space designed for secrets and seduction. You slid in first, and he followed, sitting close.

He signaled for another round, fingers grazing yours on the drink menu as if by accident, and when the server left, he turned back to you with that beautiful smile.

“So. Model, huh?”

You smiled back at him.

“That’s the rumor. Print and editorial mostly. A few campaigns. But I prefer runways in Europe over the states. I travel a lot.”

“Sounds exhausting.”

You shrugged.

“Sometimes. But I like bringing the fantasy to life.”

You took a sip of your drink and his eyes were on your mouth.

“And you? Art dealer, right? Collector?”

“Curator,” he corrected gently. “Sometimes broker. Sometimes buyer. Mostly, I help people spend obscene amounts of money on things they don’t understand.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“So a charming con artist with a gallery?”

He grinned.

“Exactly. But I only sell what I believe in.”

“Nice. I sell unattainability and the occasional skincare product. We both deal in illusions.”

“Yours just have better lighting.”

You laughed and tilted your head. Something happened in Ari’s chest. He should have run.

“So, what, you sit around all day judging brushstrokes and seducing heiresses?”

“Mostly. And trying not to text back women I shouldn’t.”

“Am I one of them?”

“Too soon to tell. But you’re a strong contender.”

You let that linger in the air for a second.

“So,” you said slowly, setting your drink down with a clink, “is this where you try and charm the pants off me?”

“I was trying to decide,” he murmured, as he took a drink, eyes locked on yours, “if I wanted to fuck you at your place or mine.”

You blinked, just once, but your smile widened.

“Oh, we’re skipping pretense, then?” you questioned. “Good. I hate when men waste my time. When was the last time you were tested?"

Ari raised his brow. You cut right to the chase.

"I get tested once a quarter, last time was two weeks ago. Clean."

"Hmmmm. I tested a month ago. And I'm clean too. But I'm gonna still need you to wear protection."

Ari smiled and lowered his eyes. His hand moved slightly under the table to rest near your thigh, but not quite touching you. A tease.

"Of course. Something tells me you don’t let anything, or anyone through,” he replied.

You studied him, wondering if you were reading worship and destruction into his look or if it was actually there.

“You’re starting to sound like someone who catches feelings.”

“Feelings?” he echoed with a grin. “No, I just like being around wild, beautiful creatures. And I enjoy the ones that bite back even more.”

You leaned in closer to him.

“You think I’m wild. And you think I bite?”

“I hope you are. And I hope you do.”

Your leg brushed his under the table. His eyes flicked down, then back up to your face, darker now.

“I have the same hopes for you, Mr. Levinson.”

Ari’s jaw flexed, nostrils flaring.

“I think we’re going to get along just fine.”

His fingers moved to your thigh and traced a slow line up your crotch beneath the table.

You leaned in closer.

“You still sure about just one night?” he asked, eyes on your lips again.

You put your hand on his thigh at that moment, moving it up to feel his thickening cock. You were excited at the potential there.

“One night. That’s the deal. I don’t do second acts. So you better make it count.”

Ari grinned and your stomach flipped.

“Well, then. I need to make it unforgettable.”

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You were straddling him on your couch when Ari realized he was in trouble.

He should’ve known the second you walked into the bar, hips swaying and those curves...damn. But here, now, with your thighs around him and your body pressed so close he couldn’t tell where he ended and you began, he was so gone.

Ari wasn’t the type to rush.

He was all about artful restraint and being aloof. But you shattered that.

You kissed like you knew just how to destroy him with your lips, teeth, and tongue. Ari hadn’t experienced the feeling since he was a teenager, but damn, he was throbbing underneath you.

And when you unbuttoned his shirt, fingers dragging over his chest, rubbing his nipples under your palms, he swore under his breath.

“Fuck. You’re unreal,” he murmured.

And you just smirked, leaned in, whispering, “I know.”

God, the way you moved. Every roll of your hips was a tease, every drag of your nails down his skin was a stripe he wanted to earn. He gripped your jean-clad thighs thighs hard enough to ground himself, because he was floating somewhere between desperation and awe.

You rode him slowly at first. You wanted him to feel all of it, every breath, every tremor. And he did.

Your pussy was buzzing with anticipation and you were impatient, but you wanted to savor this one.

You arched as his hips rolled up between your legs, anchoring your hands on his broad shoulders as he branded the shape of himself between your legs. And when he did it again, you moaned and tried to create your own rhythm, but he held you in place.

Ari had to stop you because he only had one shot tonight and he wasn’t going to throw it away and let you cum in your pants. When your orgasm hit, it would be with the slick walls of your pussy clamped around his cock.

So you did the only thing you could, which was to grind down harder on him, causing him to let out a shaky breath, finally moving you against him to get some friction.

"Fuck... let me feel you, darlin'."

Ari made a new rhythm, one he managed with his eyes locked on yours, hands roaming from your waist to your back, then tangled in your hair as you leaned in and bit his bottom lip, making him groan.

“You gonna fall in love with me, Ari?” you teased against his mouth.

“I think I already am,” he said, before he could stop himself.

You didn’t answer, thinking it was part of the game. You just smiled, leaned back, hands on his chest, and started moving faster, driving him out of his mind.

Every sound you made wrapped around his ribs and squeezed. He didn’t know what felt better, the pressure building low in his stomach, or the way you moaned his name like it tasted sweet in your mouth. The feel of your wet, hot pussy through your jeans was just a bonus.

He'd slept with beautiful women. Charming women. Women who made love like it were their last day on earth.

But you? You were different.

And the way you looked, curls akimbo, lips parted, eyes locked on his like you were seeing to the bottom of him, that image seared into him.

He stood, picking you up effortlessly, grabbing you under your ass.

“I’m assuming that your bed is up here?”

You just nodded, breathless at his power as he carried you up the stairs to the loft where your king sized bed was.

He reached the top and dropped you on the bed. You bounced a little as he reached for you and unbuttoned your jeans, dragging them down your legs along with your panties.

Shit, he wasn’t wasting any time.

He stopped and proceeded to strip off his own clothes.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” he commanded and you scrambled to comply, removing your top and your bra and watching him undress at the same time. You almost groaned at the sight of his cock.

You hadn’t always been a cock hungry slut, but you were a little obsessed. Ari was big and long, not the longest you’d had, but definitely the thickest. It was beautiful: veiny and flushed, with a large swollen head that leaked precum down his shaft. You knew it was going to be amazing when he stretched you out.

Then you noticed his balls. They looked full and heavy. You couldn’t help but lick your lips as you imagined how much cum he’d have for you. Ari smirked down at your wide eyes on him as he pushed your shoulders until you were lying on your back.

He hooked your thighs with his hands and dragged you until your ass was at the edge of the bed and you squealed with surprise as he lifted your feet up to his shoulders. This was quite the change from your usual three positions with your one night stands: missionary, cowgirl, or doggy style.

When he rubbed the his thick tip along your soaked slit, you closed your eyes and moaned. He tapped the entrance to your pussy with his cock, holding your hip to ensure that you didn't make him slip inside you.

Yeah. Ari wasn’t like other guys.

You felt the weight of him as he dragged his cock through your slippery, swollen pussy, smearing your slick all over him and you looked down, mesmerized by the sight. This was going to be good.

Ari looked down angrily.

"Fucking soaked for me," those blue eyes snapped up to yours, freezing you in place. "You always this wet?"

He licked those red lips and if you had a heart you would have been in trouble. You’d never been this wet with anyone before. You just shook your head no, not trusting yourself to answer, lest you have him thinking, correctly, that he was the shit.

But he read you anyway. That smile was both beautiful and annoying.

"For me? You shouldn't have... might get me addicted."

You scowled at him, but then you bit your lip as he started to draw circles on your clit with his penis. You were dickmatized again, eyes riveted to the spot as you moaned.

He tapped his cock against your clit to get your attention.

“Look at me.”

You looked at him through your lashes.

“Do you have any condoms?”

Oh no. Did you? You couldn’t think because of the pre-orgasmic haze you were in. Ari licked his finger and then brought it down to caress your clit while he waited for your answer.

That didn’t help the clarity of your thinking.

“Ch-check the top drawer.”

You gestured toward your nightstand, hoping it was the right direction.

He left you, opened legged and bereft as he went on his mission, and you breathed a sigh of relief when he said, “Found them.”

Thank god. You were about to beg him to ride you bareback if he hadn’t found any. He sheathed himself and then moved back into his previous position.

He rubbed himself over your slit again, and you moaned.

“Right about here, between these beautiful thick thighs, wouldn’t you agree?”

He was driving you crazy. Your cunt was humming on a five at the bar, but he had ramped her up to an 11. You’d never been this desperate for a cock before.

“Just fuck me, please!”

He chuckled and lined the head of his cock against your entrance, but didn’t push home. He teased you for a second, before dragging it up and down one last time, just to see the look your face.

Beautiful.

“You sure about this?”

His voice was pure sin. You opened your eyes fully and glared at him.

Gorgeous.

“Yes, Ari. I need you.”

That must have been enough because he immediately plunged in, inch by glorious fat inch, straight to your core.

“Oh fuck!”

Ari’s meaty cock stretched you out, and your head fell back in ecstasy as your hips instinctively arched to take him in deeper. You were panting from pure pleasure as you tried to adjust to his thickness.

“You like that? Like my thick cock in this little pussy?”

“Yes, God, yes!”

You couldn’t stop yourself from bucking against him to try to get him to move. He was still as a statue and his jaw was clenched from restraint.

“Tell you what, if you beg me to fill your pussy with cum, I’ll fuck you so hard your head spins. Deal?”

“Um…” you couldn’t form your thoughts to beg, or to realize that there would be no cum filling because of the condom.

“Why don’t you think about it and let me know,” Ari said casually as if he were talking to a customer browsing his gallery.

But he started thrusting slowly into your cunt as the electric current in his dick made you crave the roughness he’d suggested. You tried to pull yourself together, but it didn’t work.

Ari was transfixed by your breasts. They looked delicious.

“Play with your nipples,” Ari growled.

You cupped your breasts with your hands and pulled at the stiff peaks. He continued his leisurely pace, except now everything was worse. Or better.

Every time you pulled your nipples, you felt a corresponding pull between your legs. And then there was the way he was looking at what you were doing, eyes half lidded and mouth open as you touched yourself. Fuck that was so erotic.

The pressure was building, but you knew you wouldn’t cum until he fucked you harder.

Ari stopped and pulled out.

“Nooooooo!” you cried, and he chuckled at you, as if he was amused.

“I really wanna make you cum, but I think I’m distracting you too much.”

You couldn’t think, but you didn’t want him to stop. A sharp smack against your swollen pussy lips made you yelp and a blast of delight surged through you.

Holy fuck what was this guy doing to you?

When he slapped your pussy harder, you realized how completely fucked you were.

You would do whatever he wanted.

“Okay okay. Let me think…. Shit, Uh…” you were completely in a daze.

“Are you ready to beg me to fill you with my cum?” Ari reminded you of the question at hand.

He brought a finger back to your clit and rubbed devastating circles around it.

Jesus fuck, it was like he didn’t really want you to be able to talk. Catching a moment of clarity, you rushed it out.

“Please, Ari, fuck me hard and fill me with your cum. Pretty please. I just need your cum. Promise I’ll be the best fucktoy you’ve ever had, please?”

He gave you an evil grin and caressed your clit harder. You whimpered.

“Please, Ari. Need your cum.”

He stopped rubbing and you felt his tip nudging into you, and you were almost purring from the pleasure. He pressed in until he bottomed out, waves of bliss washing over you. You started trembling preemptively.

“Good girl,” he announced as he pulled out gently, only to slam back in hard.

“Oooooo, fuck, oh my god!” you gasped out as he fucked you ruthlessly.

The sound of your moans mixed with the squeaking of your bed, and you continued to play with your tits which only increased your pleasure.

You went from one peak to another as you quickly spiraled toward your orgasm, Ari’s grunts each time he sank into you helping to speed you along.

“Such a….good… little… breedable…. Fucktoy…..”

He slammed into you, groaning with every word. All it took was one brush of his finger to push you over the edge.

You screamed, “Oh, god, yes!” as you came all over his cock and writhed against him as he roared that he was cuming. New waves of rapture surged between your legs, traveling throughout your entire body.

He drilled into you for a moment longer, and the intense aftershocks were almost too much to bear. When he finally pulled out, the room swirled around you and you let out a tiny giggle.

Ari did promise to fuck you hard enough to make it spin.

He went to the bathroom and disposed of the condom and then returned and pulled you up the bed to make you his little spoon.

You reveled in the smell of sweat and sex, almost getting high on the scent. You laughed softly like you couldn’t believe what just happened. But he knew. He knew exactly what happened.

He was ruined.

But you were a one-night promise, a walking fantasy with no intentions of calling back. And still, as you lay in bed with him, catching your breath, his hands on your body, Ari knew he didn’t want this to end.

Not anytime soon.

“You don’t have to stay if you have something in the morning…”

You meant that to sound more definitive, like you were inviting him to leave, but Ari had wrecked you so much that you didn’t have the energy to be cold. That was the reason you turned, burrowed into his chest and let your eyelids get heavy.

Ari chuckled.

“Don’t worry, Muse. I’ll get out of your hair soon. Just catching my breath.”

“... the fuck is Muse?...” you questioned on your way to sleep, the rhythm of his fingers on your thighs the nails in your coffin of sleep.

“You are. You’re my Muse.”

You didn’t quite feel the kiss on your forehead. But you smiled.

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In the morning, the light in your apartment was rude.

It filtered through the curtains like it had a personal vendetta, hitting your face just as you tried to pretend the night didn’t happen the way it did. Your limbs were sore in that satisfied way, like you’d run a marathon, but only with your hips.

You stretched. Yawned. Felt the warmth behind you.

Shit.

Ari was still there.

He was on his side, one arm slung over your waist like it belonged there. His broad chest was on your back, and his nose buried in your neck, breathing you in.

You shifted. He didn’t move. Just tightened his hold with that annoying, possessive kind of tenderness.

“Morning,” he mumbled into your skin, his gravelly morning voice threatening to do you in.

“Mhmm,” you answered, noncommittally. You carefully peeled his arm off.

“You can go, you know.”

That got his attention. He lifted his head, messy hair falling over his eyes, beard pressed with pillow lines.

He looked like sex personified.

“Damn. No coffee? No kiss on the cheek? Not even a fake number on a Post-it?”

“Don’t make this weird, Ari.”

You’re out of bed now, grabbing your robe from the chair, ignoring the way his eyes tracked your every move. You knew the drill. One-night stands didn’t turn into brunch plans.

He propped himself up and leaned against your headboard like it was custom-built for him.

“Wasn’t trying to. Just… didn’t think you’d be in such a rush to forget me.”

“I’m not,” you lied, tying your hair up with a scarf, trying to be as unattractive as possible.

You had no idea that to him you looked like the most beautiful painting he'd ever seen.

“I just like to keep things clean. No open tabs.”

“Hmm.”

He studied you for a long moment, then stretched like a cat, unapologetically naked and smug.

“You always kick people out like this? Or am I just special?”

You sighed. He wasn't making it easy. He was too comfortable in your space. Too charming. Too in your face.

“I didn’t peg you for the lingering type.”

“I’m not. But something about your bed makes me reconsider my brand.”

He grinned.

“And you snore a little. It’s cute.”

You whirled around.

“I do not snore.”

He laughed. Like it was a private joke between you. It softened you for a second. Just a second. You cleared your throat and motioned down toward the door.

“Seriously. You should go.”

He nodded slowly, slid out of your bed and grabbed his clothes, treating you to the sight of him getting leisurely getting dressed. When he caught you watching, he grinned, and you scoffed, going down the stairs so you wouldn’t be tempted stare any more.

Ari walked past you, stopped at the doorway and turned.

“If this is your way of making sure I don’t catch feelings... it might be too late.”

That caught you off guard. He shrugged.

“It’s fine. I’m not asking for a toothbrush or a drawer. But if you ever want to fuck again… or talk about art… or do both at the same time…You know where to find me, Muse.”

He winked. The mutherfucker actually winked, then walked out like he didn’t just ruin your perfectly controlled system.

You stood there, silent, heart hammering a little harder than you would have liked. And only when the door clicked shut did you whisper:

“...Goddamn it.”

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Muse: Two

So… whaddya think? 🤔

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mingisprincxss · 2 months ago

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Not my type

Rich Mingi x Alt reader Woosan also featured

Summary: Can a high class man like Mingi fall in love with someone who doesn't look remotely like any of his other exes? What do you do when he's not your type you think you're not his, but he steals your heart anyway?

Genre: Smut, fluff, slice of life, angst

Word count: 4.5k (sorry didn't feel like making this into chapters)

Warnings: MDNI 18+!! Alcohol, abusive relationship, reader also gets jumped by ex and his friends, sub reader, soft dom Mingi, oral(f receiving), raw sex,(don't do that) I think thats it

As the show starts, you take a deep breath as the mosh pit opened up you and your two friends Wooyoung and Yeosang are attending some local show since the three of you never usually have anything else to do on a weeknight. You all headbang, danced, and did a little bit of moshing. When the night ended they would crash on your couch at home. Rinse and repeat cycle for the three of you until..

"So you found a rich man on a dating app that you're interested in? What does this have to do with me?" You say poking out of your bathroom wearing one of Yeosangs band T-shirts he left behind at your house with a hello Kitty headband pushing your blue hair out of your face while you take your makeup off listening to wooyoung babble about his love life

"what I'm saying is, I stalked his social media and he has a HOT friend" Wooyoung said showing you his phone pictures of two men who looked like they walked out of a Versace store, meanwhile the two of you look like the brand ambassadors for Hot Topic. You side eye him "I'm surprised you're interested in a guy like that" you say turning back into the bathroom to wash your face

"Come onnn this could be fun! Potential sugar daddies" he said nudging you as you laughed "You say that but you and I both know how easily attached we get"

"Well WE have a double date tomorrow so you better look your best" Wooyoung said going into your living room to grab his things as you froze wide eyed

"Um I'm sorry, who's WE?!" You asked nervously as you quickly followed after him

"You and me y/n do I have to break it down for you a little bit easier?" He laughed "why the fuck are you making me go out with some rich snobby asshole who's gonna tell me, well probably both of us to stop dressing in black and looking all "depressed and intimidating" you said while air quoting mocking people from the past when you tried to date.

"If it heads in that direction we'll both climb out of the bathroom windows and call Yeosang and do something else" Wooyoung said grabbing his keys giving you a side hug before leaving your place as you anxiously pace the rest of the night.

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The following day you took your sweet time getting ready dreading this double date that Wooyoung is dragging you basically against your will. Although you decided to have a little fun of your own by dressing in all black, doing some elegant yet intimidating make up, followed by black lipstick and a pair of stompers to make you a little taller,and to make this man that you have a date with a little bit nervous. You have a sick sense of humor for doing that. As soon as you were doing some finishing touches on yourself Wooyoung was banging on your door

"We're going to be-woah." He said stopping mid sentence to look at you "You look like you just walked out of an MCR music video" he added "thats the whole point." You laughed fixing your hair and following Wooyoung out the door. "Where are we even going?" You asked getting into your friends car he was looking at his phone "apparently its some fancy cafe/bakery thing" he said reading and pulling off.

Once you got there and both stepped in you felt eyes and looks of disgust/horror which is something that you were used to but this time it felt a little different. You both sat at a small table with two broad well dressed men One of them looked almost cat like while the other man looked like a Calvin Klein model. As soon as he saw you, he smiled at you which was weird because usually men got uncomfortable and run the other direction.

"This is San I was telling you about y/n" wooyoung said warmly as you stared at the other man annoyed who wouldn't stop staring at you. "My name is Mingi, it's nice to meet you, you're very pretty." He said with a deep voice catching you off guard still smiling that dumb smile as you looked away.

You all took turns grabbing a drink and a little bakery item, you didn't get any food just a cold Matcha drink wanting this to be over because despite your best efforts you were the one that was uncomfortable and wanted to leave.

You came out of your thoughts when you saw Mingi reach out and placed a blue macaroon on your napkin which caused you to look at him confused "I got it because it matched your hair, I hope you like it." Mingi said warmly you felt your face heat up as you mumble a "thank you" and slowly ate it you happened to look over at Wooyoung and San who were talking but looking at Wooyoung you can see how happy he is which made you smile a bit.

After the date you all were walking around until you got a group chat text from Yeosang

"Theres another local show tn we going?"

You looked over at Wooyoung who groaned

"I guess we can go since I dragged you on this date" he responded in the chat

It was getting late so Wooyoung said his goodbyes to San for like 5 minutes of full blown making out as you and Mingi stood further away awkwardly you were looking down kicking nothing on the ground as Mingi looked over at you. You were definitely not the same as the girls he's dated in the past a lot were stuck up and full of themselves according to what San said while you guys were talking. And neither was Mingi. All of the guys you involved yourself with where complete douche bags towards you and your friends, manipulative, and overall shit heads. Especially your most recent ex Matt he was the worst of all. He was physically and mentally abusive and he tried to split you Woo and Yeosang up because he was jealous.

"What kind of show are you guys going to?" Mingi asked pulling you from your thoughts you looked at him with a bit of resentment almost feeling bad for being so cold towards him but you just cant help it because people like him usually asked you out as a joke when you were younger so you have your guard up on top of your previous relationships. "S'just a local band from around here that we've seen" you said looking down again then over at Wooyoung still sucking face with San and giggling with him you sucked your teeth huffing. "can we hurry up please its not like either of you are gonna die and never see each other again." You said annoyed earning a laugh from Mingi

Wooyoung pulled away from San finally "You could be doing the same if you got that stick out of your butt" he said in a snarky remark you know its the truth and that he doesn't mean it in a harsh way. You really haven't been actively talking to or seeing anyone and it kinda made you moody about relationships. As soon as you were gonna talk back you were interrupted "Some things take longer than others." Mingi stated you rolled your eyes as you and Woo left.

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You and Wooyoung quickly left to go to your house so you could change into something more show appropriate then you guys quickly went to Wooyoung's then got Yeosang and went to the show.

In between sets the three of you were sweaty taking turns moshing and head banging together the boys left to go get more drinks and when you thought Wooyoung poked you in the back you turned to look your ex Matt in the face. "Thought I saw that crusty blue head of yours" he said before you suddenly made contact with the floor the next thing you knew you were surrounded getting kicked and punched by several people. You tried to get up but you were held down until you heard your friends voices yelling and then felt drops of what was your drinks that were now thrown at the group of people attacking you. You were pulled off the floor and winced in pain as Yeosang and Wooyoung took each of your arms and got you out of the venue.

"What the fuck happened?!" Wooyoung asked rubbing his face in anger

"I-I don't know.." you said in pain tears forming thinking about how this used to be the norm for you. Yeosang sighed looking at you "Was that Matt and his crew?" He questioned as you nodded "I'm gonna fucking kill them-" wooyoung said about to storm back into the venue "Okay let's not get arrested tonight shall we?" Yeosang said grabbing him and pulling him back. The three of you decided to head back to your place as they helped you into the house and on your couch yeosang paced while wooyoung was on his phone "are you gonna be able to get up to take a shower or should I text San to have mingi come over?" He laughed "If i wasn't in pain id smack you right now" you snapped glaring at him "who's Mingi?" Yeosang asked "y/n's soon to be-" "He's not." You snapped there was pause as Wooyoung sighed. "Listen y/n, I'm saying this with all the love i have for you. I understand what Matt did and even tonight that was fucked up, But you have been single, sad, miserable, and lonely for far too long now. Give this guy a chance! He was so kind to you on our date today." He said standing next to you as you sat in silence half from being in excruciating pain the other knowing he could be right. But you didn't want to admit that now. Yeosang got you ice packs from your freezer

Almost an hour into being home you suddenly heard a knock at the door but couldn't get it because of how much pain you were in "don't freak out, I called San and he brought Mingi with him." Wooyoung said opening the door as you groaned in annoyance. Mingi came to you by your couch like a puppy as you hid your face immediately since taking off your makeup Yeosang laughed continuing watching whatever anime he put on.

"Hey. I heard what happened, I'm sorry he did that to you. Are you okay?" Mingi asked the room went completely silent only the sound of the anime faintly playing in the background as Wooyoung glanced over at you from the kitchen with San. "I'm alright." You said quietly trying to get up wincing in pain as Mingi tried to help you.

"I think you and Mingi should have a conversation alone, we're gonna head to the bar" Wooyoung said grabbing San and practically dragging Yeosang as you both stood there confused then you sighed "Did I do something wrong for you to not like me? Because I like you." Mingi asked breaking the silence but also shattering your heart the way he asked making you feel guilty for how you treated him you looked over at the tall man with the cutest boba eyes scanning your face with sadness and concern you sighed feeling slightly less pained to walk a bit. "It's not that, I just feel like your type is not me. And I just had bad experiences with relationships that's made me resentful towards people showing any interest." You said looking away "Well, how do you know my type?" He asked standing closer to you basically towering over you making you feel nervous but also hot in between your legs "usually people who look like you don't pay any mind to me..." you replied nervously

"How about I run a bath for you. Would that help with the pain?" He diverted the conversation immediately before stepping into your bathroom to start the water your breath was caught in your throat you felt extremely guilty for acting cold towards him and he's here alone in your place not pressuring you to have sex he's just genuinely taking care of you.

You then follow him to your bathroom and you're met with a warm bubble bath going and he even grabbed a random candle and lit it as he faced you "okay it's almost ready I can leave-" he was interrupted by you grabbing a fist full of his shirt and pulling him down into a passionate kiss since you were shorter than him without your platform shoes. He held your face in his hands stroking your cheek with his thumb then pulling away to tend to the bath so it didn't overflow. "You didn't have to do that, thank you.." you smiled at him he left to give you some privacy as you got undressed tied up your hair and slipped gently into the warm bathtub letting the warm water ease your pain as you sighed. Mingi came back in startling you causing you to hide behind the bubbles and cover yourself insecurely as he placed a glass of water near you not making eye contact with you. "I'll wait in the living room until you're ready just call me if you need any help." he said about the step out of the bathroom "wait." You said hesitantly feeling a knot in your chest, "You-you can come in here with me if you'd like" you said blushing as he slowly turned around "What?" He asked a bit shocked and shy trying not to stare at you for too long. "You can sit in here with me if you'd like.." you repeated nervously as he stepped back into the bathroom cautiously as you were hiding yourself still not making eye contact as you heard his clothes hit the floor and he got into the tub with you as you automatically went to him and leaned against him. He looked at your body not just because you're naked but also being that you're covered in bruises as he looked all over you. He then quietly scooped some water to put on you to keep you warm.

There was silence, comfortable silence "i'm sorry this is probably weird we only went on one date and now we're naked together in a tub." You said shyly as he kissed your head "I'm just glad you're somewhat okay." He said you felt something press against your back as he shifted uncomfortably "I'm sorry. Don't feel pressured to do anything." He said trying to ignore his body. "You really like me? Like actually want to date me or just to sleep with me?" You asked trying to ease your mind from everything. He placed an arm around you above your breasts "Of course I like you like you. I think you're very pretty and despite your efforts trying to intimidate me on our first date, I think you can be nice when you want to." He said kissing the top of your shoulder as he got closer to you the bathroom door swung open startling the both of you as Mingi tried to cover you. You both met with a slightly drunk and surprised Wooyoung "WELL NOW, I WASNT EXPECTING THIS YA'LL MAKING LOVE IN THE BATHTUB YOU FREESAKS" He shouted slurring a bit. "WOO GET OUT" you shouted as San quickly grabbed him closing the door. "we didn't hear back from either of you for a bit so we didn't know if you guys killed each other. Sorry about him he's coming back to my place for the night." San said embarrassed

The door swung open again as Mingi went to cover you "Wear protection Mingi!! Or don't, the sex is better-" San covered his mouth closed the door again dragging him out of your place. As Mingi laughed a little while your face was red from embarrassment as you held your head in an annoyance "we don't have to have sex if you're not ready for that." Mingi said in a more serious tone. You sat in silence for a minute before you gathered your thoughts. "I do...like you Mingi. Im just...scared." You said looking at the crackling candle as the flame danced. He put his arm back around you above your chest "this is also the nicest thing anybody has done for me." You added as he hummed happily. You half turned to meet his gaze and both smiled at eachother as he kissed you again. "I know it can be scary, but i promise I will treat you like a princess." Mingi said looking at you lovingly.

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Several months passed since the incident at the show, you and Mingi had that intimate moment together but you kinda kept sex off the table as you really got to know Mingi. He took you out on dates, coffee runs, grocery shopping, even staying at yours or his place and get food delivered as you watched movies or did your hair. Although the biggest challenge was probably when you two went out women flirted with him and thought you were his "rebellious sister or friend" which upset you and made you jealous but Mingi always squeezed your hand while politely turning the women down and even stole kisses from you every once in a while. One night you were texting Wooyoung because every once in a while he would press you about if things became official or if you guys fucked yet. (Weirdo)

"I think I'm ready. I'm seeing him later tonight so i'll tell him then."

"YESSS IM SO HAPOY FOR YOU THAT YOU CAME OUT OF YOUR SHELL"

"Yeah with your peer pressure-.-"

"You love me tho"

You locked your phone exhaling stressed as you were doing your make up for a dinner Mingi planned after you finished you went through your drawers looking for a cute bra and panty set as you anxiously got finished getting ready Mingi came to your place to get you but you were more quiet than usual which was painfully obvious. He was concerned but didn't want to press you about it until you guys got to your favorite restaurant and when you got your food you were kind of just quietly poking it around looking at your dish not making eye contact.

Mingi watched as you did so also now becoming anxious as well. "Are you.." he took a sip of his drink "Are you okay?" He asked concerned you simply nodded not making eye contact as your heart was racing and you looked like you were about to cry if he sneezed. "You're not..losing interest right?" He asked as you quickly made eye contact shaking your head

"No...it's just.." you trailed off embarrassed now because you're both in public. You leaned in closer trying to not have people around you hear as he leaned closer too confused

"I think I'm ready." You said nervously as you looked him in the eyes nervously he smiled "theres nothing to be nervous about, I'll take care of you later tonight I promise." He said holding your hand. As you both finished eating you quickly left heading back to his place you anxiously stared out the window until you pulled up to his place. Normally you would be happy to be going into his house but for some weird reason your mind is racing rapidly. Mingi looked at you as he parked running his fingers through your hair as you faced him in the seat. "baby, if you're not ready theres no pressure." He said "I know, I just feel bad making you wait for months and Wooyoung keeps pestering me about it.." you said shakily "Well don't pressure yourself to make me happy, I want you to be ready.Also don't let Wooyoung of all people make you feel that way he's weird." He said still playing with your hair as you nodded "I'm also just jealous seeing all of these girls throw themselves at you all the time. Idk how sex will help-" Mingi cut you off leaning over to kiss you "We've been through this a few times and i don't mind saying it again, I only have eyes for you. These past few months have been so much fun getting to know you and just being able to talk to someone that's not bougie and boring and doesn't like to have some at home dates and such." He said holding your face in his hand.

You sigh smiling a bit as you both went in his place. He lead you to his room as he closed the door you sat on his bed nervously waiting for things to start. "Just let me know if you change your mind at any point and we can stop and watch a movie." He said in a gentle tone unbuttoning his shirt revealing his slender yet muscular figure he crawled on the bed to you as you took off your top kissing you then your neck down to your breasts as your breath started to get a little shaky he pulled away "You sure you want to?" He said gently as you nodded "Mingi, I- I love you and I want to make love with you." You said feeling your face warm up in embarrassment he smiled that big smile of his as he took your bra off swiftly. He placed so many kisses down your stomach until he got to your skirt he pulled it down gently with your underwear as you quickly closed your legs feeling a little too vulnerable and shy. He looked at you in your eyes not paying mind to your body "I love you so much y/n, meeting you through San was the best thing ever." He said kissing you as you wrapped your legs around his hips not wanting him to go anywhere. While kissing you his hand slowly wandered down to your clit gently touching it as you gasped as his touch. He really took his time with you making you feel comfortable and ready. His long slender fingers were gently inserted into you as you both moaned he slowly fingered you making sure you feel good and to not be too rough with you. Your eyes wandered to his pants that were tight around his dick as you felt it pulsating against your touch eager to be free and inside you. Mingi took that as an okay to take his pants off as he pulled his fingers away he sucked your juices off as he quickly discarded his pants letting his dick spring free as it leaked precum desperately wanting more. "As much as I would love that pretty mouth of yours on me I really want to be inside you." He breathed in desperation you nodded quickly still having your legs wrapped around his hips as you quickly pulled him into your as he was about to reach for a condom "wait I-" he groaned as you guided his dick into him semi taking control of the situation. "It's okay, I want to feel you completely." You said as he let you adjust to his size then slowly rocking his hips into you as he groaned and hissed at the feeling. "Fuck baby you're so wet and-ah" he said gently thrusting into you as lewd wet sounds filled the room along with your moans he pushed your legs further and semi close to your chest as he fucked deeper picking up the pace slightly still refusing to go crazy since he was desperately trying to make this a good experience. Each thrust he cursed and moaned as you did the same he played with your clit as your body started to shake and undone around his dick a few tikes before he was reaching his release. "I'm close I'm gonna pull out and cum on you if thats okay." He breathed and you nodded with a few more thrusts slightly quicker as you got louder he was about to pull out when you quickly locked your legs around him as he fell on top of you panicking slightly because of this "I want you to paint my insides baby, make complete love to me im yours" you purred puling the back of his hair gently as he groaned cumming inside of you instead of what he wanted originally. Not that he minded at all, he didn't have any plans to do this or be with anyone else. Despite the overstimulation he still was thrusting into you as you milked him a second time now his cum dripping out and around your pussy as you both tried to catch your breath as he was in a complete daze. He pulled out of you watching himself drip out of you as he kissed you. "You did great my love" he said grabbing a towel to clean the both of you as he went to go run a bath. You grabbed your phone immediately texting Wooyoung;

"It happened."

"FUCKING FINALLY"

You laughed and got up to meet Mingi who was now about to get into the tub with you.

There was silence, comfortable silence again. "You feeling better?" He asked wrapping his arms around you kissing the side of your head sighing happily. You nodded "Yes sorry for getting all worked up, I was just in my head." You then turned to look at him "Thank you for being patient and not giving up on me." You said kissing him lovingly as you heard your phone buzzing like crazy with Wooyoung calling and spamming you like a lunatic you both glanced over at your phone and laughed.

Who knew that someone who looks like they wouldn't be your type but emotionally fits your needs would be the best thing thats ever happened to you.

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mostlysignssomeportents · 6 months ago

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Canada shouldn’t retaliate with its US tariffs

Picks and Shovels is a new, standalone technothriller starring Marty Hench, my two-fisted, hard-fighting, tech-scam-busting forensic accountant. You can pre-order it on my latest Kickstarter, which features a brilliant audiobook read by Wil Wheaton.

Five years ago, Trump touted his "big, beautiful" replacement for NAFTA, the "free trade agreement" between the US, Mexico and Canada. Trump's NAFTA-2 was called the USMCA (US-Mexico-Canada Agreement) and it was pretty similar to NAFTA, to be honest.

That tells you a couple things: first, NAFTA was, broadly speaking a good thing for Trump and the ultra-wealthy donors who backed him (and got far richer as a result). That's why he kept it intact. NAFTA and USMCA are, at root, a way to make rich people richer by making poorer people poorer. Trump's base hated NAFTA because they (correctly) believed that it was being used to erode wages by chasing cheaper labor and more lax environmental controls in other countries. Neither NAFTA nor USMCA have any stipulations requiring exported goods to be manufactured by unionized workers, or in factories with robust environmental and workplace safety rules.

The point of NAFTA/USMCA is to goose profits by despoiling the environment, maiming workers, stealing their wages, paying them less, all while poisoning the Earth. Trump's "new" NAFTA was just the old NAFTA with some largely cosmetic changes so that Trump's base could be (temporarily) fooled into thinking Trump was righting the historic wrong of NAFTA.

However, there was one part of USMCA that marked a huge departure from NAFTA: the "IP" chapter. USCMA bound Canada and Mexico to implementing brutal new IP laws. For example, Mexico was forced to pass an anti-circumvention law that makes it a crime to tamper with "digital locks." This means that Mexican mechanics can't bypass the locks US car companies use to lock-out third party repair. Mexican farmers can't fix their own tractors. And, of course, Mexican software developers can't make alternative app stores for games consoles and mobile devices – they must sell their software through US Big Tech companies that take 30% of every sale:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/09/09/free-sample/#que-viva

Shamefully, Canada had already capitulated to most of these demands. Two Canadian Conservative Party politicians, Tony Clement and James Moore, had sold the country out in 2012, throwing away 6,138 negative responses to a consultation on a new DRM law (on the grounds that they were "babyish" views of "radical extremists"), siding instead with the 54 cranks and industry shills who supported their proposal:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/11/15/radical-extremists/#sex-pest

When Canadian politicians are pressed on why these anti-interoperability policies are good for Canada, they'll say that it's a condition of free trade, and the benefits of being able to export Canadian goods to the US without tariffs outweigh the costs of having to pay rents to American companies for consumables (like car parts or printer ink), repair, and software sales.

Sure, when Canadian software authors sell iPhone apps to Canadian customers, the payments take a round trip through Cupertino, California and return 30% short. But Canadian consumers get to buy iPhones without paying tariffs on them, and the oil, timber, and minerals we rip out of the ground can be sent to America without tariffs, either (oh, also, a few things that are still manufactured in Canada can do this, too).

Enter Trump, carrying a 25% tariff on all Canadian goods, which he has vowed to impose on his first day in office. Obviously, this demands a policy response. What should Canada do when Trump tears up his "big, beautiful" trade deal and whacks Canadian exporters? One obvious response is to impose a 25% retaliatory tariff on American exporters:

https://mishtalk.com/economics/canada-says-it-will-match-us-tariffs-if-trump-launches-trade-war/

After all, Canada and the US are one another's mutual largest trading partners. American businesses rely on selling things to Canadians, so a massive tariff on US goods will certainly make some of Trump's business-lobby backers feel pain, and maybe they'll talk some sense into him.

I think this would be a huge mistake. The most potent political lesson of the past four years is that politicians who preside over rising prices – regardless of their role in causing them – will swiftly feel the wrath of their voters. The public is furious about inflation, whether it comes from transient covid supply chain shocks, Russia's invasion of Ukraine, or cartels using "inflation" as cover for illegal, collusive price-gouging.

Canadians are very reliant on American imports of finished goods. That's another legacy of NAFTA: it crashed Canada's manufacturing sector. Canadian manufacturing companies treated the US as a "nearshore" source of non-union labor and weak environmental and safety rules, and shipped Canadian union jobs to American scabs. Canada's economy is supposedly now all about "services" but what we really export is stuff we tear out of the Earth.

Countries that are organized around resource extraction don't need fancy social safety nets or an educational system capable of producing a high-tech workforce. All you need to extract resources is a hole in the ground surrounded by guns, which explains a lot about shifts to the Canadian political climate since the Mulroney years.

Since Canada is now substantially reorganized as an open-pit mine for American manufacturers, cutting off American imports would drive the prices of everyday good sky-high, and would be political suicide.

But there's another way.

Because, of course, Canada – like any other country – has the capacity to make all kinds of things, including high-tech things. Sure, it's unlikely that Canada will launch another Research in Motion with a Blackberry smart-phone that will put the iPhone and Android in the shade. The mobile duopoly has the market sewn up, and can use predatory pricing, refusal to deal, and other anticompetitive tactics to strangle any competitor in its cradle.

But you know what Canada could make? A Canadian App Store. That's a store that Canadian software authors could use to sell Canadian apps to Canadian customers, charging, say, the standard payment processing fee of 5% rather than Apple's 30%. Canada could make app stores for the Android, Playstation and Xbox, too.

There's no reason that a Canadian app store would have to confine itself to Canadian software authors, either. Canadian app stores could offer 5% commissions on sales to US and global software authors, and provide jailbreaking kits that allows device owners all around the world to install the Canadian app stores where software authors don't get ripped off by American Big Tech companies.

Canadian companies like Honeybee already make "front-ends" for John Deere tractors – these are the components that turn a tractor into a plow, or a thresher, or another piece of heavy agricultural equipment. Honeybee struggles constantly to get its products to interface with Deere tractors, because Deere uses digital locks to block its products:

https://honeybee.ca/

Canada could produce jailbreaking kits for John Deere tractors, too – not just for Honeybee. Every ag-tech company in the world would benefit from commercially available, professionally supported John Deere jailbreaking kits. So would farmers, because these kits would restore farmers' Right to Repair their own tractors:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/05/08/about-those-kill-switched-ukrainian-tractors/

Speaking of repair: Canadian companies could jailbreak every make and model of every US automobile, and make independent, constantly updated diagnostic tools that every mechanic in the world could buy for hundreds of dollars, rather than paying the five-figure ransom that car makers charge for their own underpowered, junk versions of these tools.

Jailbreaking cars doesn't stop with repair, either. Cars like the Tesla are basically giant rent-extraction machines. If you want to use all the "features" your Tesla ships with – like access to the full charge on your battery – you have to pay tens of thousands of dollars in subscription fees over the life of the car, and when you sell your car, all that "downloadable content" is clawed back. No one will pay extra to buy your used Tesla just because you spent thousands on manufacturer upgrades, because they're all downgraded when you sign over the pink slip.

But Canadian companies could make jailbreaking kits for Teslas that unlock all the features in the car for a single low price – and again, they could sell these to every Tesla owner in the world.

Elon Musk doesn't invent anything, he just takes credit for other people's ideas, and that's as true of bad ideas as it is for good ones. Musk didn't invent the extractive Tesla rip-off: he stole it from inkjet printer companies like HP, who have used the fact that jailbreaking is illegal to turn printer ink into the most expensive fluid in the world, selling for more than $10,000/gallon.

Canadian companies could sell jailbreaking kits for inkjet printers that disconnect them from "subscription" services and disable the anti-features that check for and reject third party ink. People all over the world would buy these.

What's standing in the way of a Canadian industrial policy that focuses on raiding the sky-high margins of American monopolists with third-party add-ons, mods and jailbreaks?

Only the IP laws that Canada has agreed to in order to get tariff-free access to American markets. You know, the access that Trump has promised to end in less than a week's time?

Canada should tear up these laws – and not impose tariffs on American goods. That way, Canadians can still buy cheap American goods, and then they can save billions of dollars every year on the consumables, parts, software, and service for those goods.

This is hurting American big business where it hurts – in the ongoing rents it extracts from Canadians through IP laws like Bill C-11 (the law that bans jailbreaking). Canada could become a global high-tech export powerhouse, selling "complementary" goods that disenshittify all the worst practices of US tech monopolists, from car parts to insulin pumps.

It's the only kind of trade war that Canadian politicians can win against Americans: the kind where prices for Canadians don't go up because of tariffs; where the price of apps, repair, parts, and upgrades goes way down; and where a new, high-tech manufacturing sector pulls in vast sums from customers all over the world.

Canada can win this kind of war, even against a country as big and powerful as the USA. After all, we did it once before:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5CK3EDncjGI

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https://pluralistic.net/2025/01/15/beauty-eh/#its-the-only-war-the-yankees-lost-except-for-vietnam-and-also-the-alamo-and-the-bay-of-ham

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demonboysdelight · 2 days ago

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*Slides to the floor dramatically* Heyyy me again!

I just like Poly Saja boys x ZhouZhou! FEM! reader so much ;w;

Summary: It's snowing in South Korea rn, and the Saja Boy's s/o is having a snowy and cold chaotic time (Btw the other girl laughing is s/O's bestie who's friends with the Saja boys)

Da exact video scenarios ✨:

https://youtube.com/shorts/h8D4l8onfbI?si=OxSjnlSb3T8T-KA4

https://youtube.com/shorts/yNEBjV-Vp6Q?si=xXCTAtISlQGxK3sl

https://youtube.com/shorts/E2qD0owJFOg?si=3i0Ji3ivv2uccTOK

Hello~ glad you enjoyed, and I hope I will satisfy you with this as well. :)

Snowy Chaos with My Five Demon Boys

The Seoul winter had arrived with a vengeance, blanketing the city in a thick layer of snow that seemed to freeze everything it touched. You should have known better than to venture outside when the weather app was practically screaming warnings, but your package notification had been too tempting to ignore. What you didn't expect was for your five demon boyfriends to witness the absolute disaster that was about to unfold.

You had just finished washing your hair when the delivery notification chimed on your phone. Without thinking twice, you grabbed your coat and rushed outside, your damp hair still dripping wet. The moment you stepped into the frigid air, you felt the cold bite at your scalp, but you were determined to grab that package before anyone else snatched it from the lobby.

"Y/N, wait!" Jinu's voice called from behind you, but you were already halfway down the hallway. The leader of the Saja Boys had been lounging on your couch with the others, all of them in their human forms, looking devastatingly handsome as always. But there was genuine concern in his voice that made your heart flutter even as you ignored his warning.

The lobby door opened with a whoosh of arctic air, and that's when everything went spectacularly wrong. Your wet hair, which had been merely damp seconds before, suddenly crystallized into solid icicles that clinked against each other like wind chimes every time you moved your head. You froze—literally and figuratively—as you caught your reflection in the lobby's mirror. You looked like some sort of demented ice sculpture.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no," you muttered, trying to touch your hair only to discover it was harder than rock. Behind you, you could hear footsteps and then—laughter.

"BABE!" Your best friend's voice echoed through the lobby as she doubled over in hysterics, her own properly dried hair bouncing with each laugh. "You look like Elsa's rejected cousin!"

But the real chaos hadn't even begun yet. Romance appeared at your side in an instant, his pink hair perfectly styled despite the weather. "Darling, what have you done to yourself?" he cooed, his flirtatious nature on full display even in this ridiculous situation. He reached out to touch one of your frozen hair icicles, only to immediately pull his hand back. "It's like touching actual ice!"

Mystery materialized silently behind you, his observant eyes taking in the scene with that characteristic quiet intensity. He didn't say anything, but you caught the slight upward quirk of his lips that suggested he found your predicament amusing, even if he wouldn't voice it.

"Oh, this is rich," Abby's voice boomed as he strutted into the lobby, somehow managing to flex his abs even through his winter coat. "Our girlfriend managed to turn herself into a walking freezer." He struck a pose against the lobby wall, because of course he did. "Good thing I'm here to warm you up with these muscles."

Baby sauntered in last, looking deceptively innocent with his youthful features, but the sarcastic smirk on his lips gave him away completely. "Well, well, well. Look what happens when someone doesn't listen to Jinu-hyung's warnings." His tone was playfully mocking, but there was genuine amusement in his eyes.

You tried to turn to face them all properly, but your frozen hair clinked and chimed with every movement, creating a symphony of ice that had your best friend practically falling over with laughter.

"The package!" you suddenly remembered, scanning the lobby. There it was, sitting innocently by the mailboxes. You shuffled over, your ice-hair creating a percussion section with every step, and tore open the box. Inside was the face mask you'd ordered—except something was very, very wrong.

The face mask had somehow expanded to the size of a small blanket. You held it up in bewilderment, and it was massive, easily large enough to cover your entire torso. The extreme cold had done something bizarre to the material, inflating it like a balloon but keeping it solid.

"What in the actual—" you started, but Jinu cut you off.

"Y/N, we need to get you inside before you turn into a complete popsicle," he said, his leadership instincts kicking in despite the absurdity of the situation. But there was fondness in his voice, the kind of tone he reserved for when you did something endearingly stupid.

"Wait, wait!" Your best friend gasped between laughs, pulling out her phone. "I have to document this! The Saja Boys' girlfriend, the ice princess!"

Romance immediately posed beside you, throwing an arm around your shoulders (carefully avoiding your deadly hair icicles). "Make sure you get my good side, darling," he winked at the camera, somehow managing to make even this disaster look like a romantic comedy scene.

Mystery simply stood in the background, observing and occasionally offering quiet guidance like "Mind the door" when you nearly took someone's eye out with your frozen locks.

Abby, not to be outdone, started flexing more dramatically. "Hey (Best friend's name), make sure the camera catches how I'm totally unfazed by this cold. Pure muscle keeps me warm," he announced, pulling off his jacket to reveal his perfectly sculpted torso, completely ignoring the fact that he was now shivering.

"Put your shirt back on, you narcissistic ice cube," Baby deadpanned, though he was grinning. "You're going to catch pneumonia, and then we'll have two disasters to deal with."

But the chaos wasn't over. As you all made your way back upstairs, you realized you'd forgotten to close the window in your apartment earlier when you were airing out the place after cooking. The moment you opened your door, a blast of arctic air hit you, and you discovered that the cold had invaded your home like some sort of frozen nightmare.

Your television had a layer of ice covering the screen. The clothes you'd hung on your balcony had turned into rigid, icicle-covered sculptures that looked more like abstract art than actual garments. Even your freshly washed apron, which you'd left hanging in the kitchen, had frozen solid and now resembled a cardboard cutout of itself.

"This is like a winter wonderland from hell," Your best friend wheezed, tears streaming down her face from laughing so hard.

Jinu immediately took charge, closing the window and assessing the damage. "Okay, everyone spread out. We need to warm this place up and deal with Y/N's... situation." He gestured vaguely at your ice-hair, his expression torn between exasperation and affection.

Romance had already claimed the duty of trying to defrost your hair with a blow dryer, his touch gentle and flirtatious even in the circumstances. "Just relax, beautiful. I'll have you looking perfect again in no time," he murmured, though the blow dryer seemed to be having minimal effect on your frozen locks.

Mystery had silently begun working on the frozen television, his methodical approach involving towels and carefully controlled heat. He didn't speak much, but his actions were efficient and thoughtful.

Abby had appointed himself the muscle of the operation, literally flexing his way through moving the frozen clothes inside, claiming that his "superior physique" made him immune to the cold. He kept striking poses with the frozen garments, making even the disaster look like some sort of avant-garde photo shoot.

"These clothes are harder than my abs," he declared, holding up a frozen shirt. "And that's saying something."

Baby, meanwhile, had discovered your frozen blanket on the bed and was having far too much fun with it. "So this is what Y/N's sleeping with tonight," he said with mock innocence, his sarcastic side on full display. "Hope you like your cuddles extra crispy."

The whole situation devolved into beautiful chaos. Romance kept trying to be romantic while defrosting your hair, whispering sweet nothings that were interrupted by the loud whirring of the blow dryer. Mystery worked silently but efficiently, occasionally offering quiet commentary about proper winter preparation. Abby turned everything into a flex session, somehow making frozen laundry look like an extreme sport. Baby Saja provided sarcastic commentary on everything while secretly helping in his own way. And Jinu tried to maintain order while clearly being torn between exasperation and fond amusement at his chaotic polyamorous family.

Your best friend documented it all, her laughter providing the soundtrack to the entire disaster.

"You know what?" you finally said, your voice slightly muffled by the enormous face mask you'd decided to wear just for the absurdity of it, your hair still partially frozen despite Romance's best efforts. "I give up. Let's just embrace the chaos."

And that's exactly what happened. Romance swept you into an over-the-top romantic pose, frozen hair and all. Abby flexed while holding frozen clothing like trophies. Mystery continued his methodical defrosting with quiet determination. Baby Saja made increasingly sarcastic comments that had everyone laughing. Jinu shook his head but couldn't hide his smile as he surveyed his ridiculous, beautiful, chaotic found family.

Your best friend captured it all, the laughter echoing through the apartment as snow continued to fall outside. Sometimes the best moments came from the most ridiculous disasters, especially when you had five demon boyfriends who loved you enough to help you through your frozen-hair catastrophes.

Later that evening, as you all cuddled together under multiple blankets (the frozen one having been retired for obvious reasons), your hair finally thawed and mostly dry, you couldn't help but smile. Even in the midst of winter chaos, surrounded by demons and absolute disaster, you'd never felt warmer.

"Next time," Jinu murmured against your ear, "maybe dry your hair first?"

"Where's the fun in that?" you replied, and the resulting laughter from your boyfriends and best friend was worth every moment of the icy chaos.

The Saja Boys might be demons, but they were your demons, and they'd face any winter disaster with you—frozen hair, expanded face masks, and all.

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jareaufiles · 29 days ago

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THE SPARE ROOM || r.calhoun x female reader

PREMISE: You’re renting a spare room from Rita Calhoun, a sharp, confident woman who’s as intimidating as she is irresistible. When mock trial week forces you to prepare together, distractions quickly turn into something much more charged — and complicated. With unspoken tension simmering beneath every glance and touch, the lines between mentorship and desire blur in ways neither of you expect.

WARNINGS: explicit, consensual sexual content featuring possessive dominance and soft ownership language (“baby,” “sweetheart,” “good girl”). Detailed, explicit cunnilingus and fingering with prolonged oral sex focus, including licking, sucking, and fingering leading to multiple intense orgasms. Scenes include overstimulation, wetness, slick descriptions, and slow, deliberate undressing. Contains marking through kisses, bite marks, and praise whispered during intimate body worship. Dirty talk and teasing interplay with mutual desire and explicit expressions of lust. Depicts straddling, grinding, and pussy-to-pussy contact with vivid descriptions of slickness, arousal, and orgasmic release. Includes aftercare moments with bathing, cleaning, cuddling, and tender flirtation, highlighting emotional intimacy and developing connection

WORD COUNT: 7.4K

NAVIGATION

The morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, catching in your sleep-tousled hair as you padded barefoot into the room. The cotton of your oversized T-shirt clung lazily to one shoulder, the hem barely skimming the tops of your thighs, and a pair of flimsy pajama shorts peeked out beneath. The scent of fresh coffee drifted through the air, warm and rich, wrapping around you like a familiar touch.

And there she was.

Rita Calhoun, sitting perfectly composed at the small table in the corner of the kitchen, one leg crossed over the other. The sunlight hit the sharp angles of her face, catching in the pale blonde of her hair where it framed her face.

She was, maddeningly, already dressed — fitted black slacks, a soft grey blouse with the top two buttons undone, sleeves pushed to her elbows, and a pair of delicate reading glasses perched on the bridge of her nose as she eyed the newspaper spread open in front of her. Not a phone in sight.

You grinned at the sight of her, leaning against the doorframe with a lazy stretch that made your shirt ride up a little higher. “Jesus, Calhoun,” you teased, voice rough with sleep. “You look like a character from a noir movie. Who the hell still reads an actual paper? You know they have apps for that now, right? You’re one pair of suspenders away from full grandpa chic.”

Without missing a beat, Rita glanced up over the rim of her glasses, arching one perfectly manicured brow. The corners of her mouth tugged in that wry little smirk you were already starting to live for. “Some of us still appreciate tangible media, sweetheart,” she drawled, her voice smooth like aged bourbon, dark and rich and laced with dry humor. She gave the paper a shake for emphasis. “It’s called culture. I wouldn’t expect your TikTok-addled generation to understand.”

You snorted, crossing the room to pour yourself a cup of coffee, half for the caffeine and half because you wanted an excuse to be near her. The coffee pot was still warm, and you felt her eyes on you as you reached for a mug, the hem of your T-shirt lifting just enough to flash the curve of your lower back. You threw her a smirk over your shoulder. “Culture, huh? You mean like those articles about what celebrity’s dog wore a diamond collar last week?”

Rita laughed — a low, throaty sound that made something tighten low in your belly. She leaned back in her chair, tapping one elegant finger against the paper. “For your information, it’s the crossword, not tabloid trash. Keeps the mind sharp. You might try it sometime, in between posting thirst traps and whatever else it is you kids do.”

You howled at that, the sound echoing through the kitchen as you nearly spilled your coffee. “Thirst traps?! Oh my god, Calhoun, you did not just say that.”

“Thirst traps,” she confirmed, deadpan, lifting her mug to her lips. The smirk lingered around the rim as she drank, eyes glittering with the satisfaction of landing the perfect jab.

You collapsed into the chair opposite her, grinning so wide your cheeks ached. It’d only been a couple of weeks since you answered her ad for the spare bedroom — a decision born from desperation and a last-minute change in your housing situation. Law school was bleeding you dry, and finding a place close to campus that didn’t cost half your soul was a goddamn miracle. You hadn’t known what to expect when you met Rita, but from the moment you told her you were in law school, something had clicked. She’d offered you the room before you even finished your second cup of coffee during that first meeting.

And now, mornings like this had become… a thing. Easy, sharp-witted banter. The occasional lingering look you tried not to overthink. The sound of her laugh filling the house. You couldn’t explain why it felt so good, just that it did. That sitting in her kitchen in your pajamas, hair a mess, teasing a woman twice your age while the scent of coffee and sunlight filled the air — it felt like something you didn’t even know you’d been needing.

You took a long sip of your coffee and sighed, letting the warmth bloom in your chest as you gave her a lazy grin. “Alright, fine. You win. You keep your dusty crossword, old woman. But just so you know, if you start yelling at kids to get off your lawn, I’m moving out.”

Rita smirked over the top of her paper. “If I wanted a roommate who respected her elders, I’d have rented to a cat.”

The kitchen settled into a comfortable kind of quiet after that — the kind where you didn’t feel the need to fill the space with small talk. The only sounds were the soft rustle of Rita’s paper as she turned a page and the occasional clink of your spoon against your mug as you stirred the last of your coffee. The sunlight had shifted, catching motes of dust in the air like tiny flecks of gold, and outside the faint city noise hummed like white noise against the glass.

You sighed into your cup, mind already racing ahead to tomorrow. Mock trial week. The biggest stretch of your semester so far. Five days of opening statements, objections, and cross-examinations in front of professors and actual working attorneys who’d volunteered to judge, half of whom had reputations for being ruthless. Your stomach twisted just thinking about it.

You were halfway through mentally outlining your cross-examination strategy when Rita spoke, not looking up from her paper. “You know,” she said, casual as anything, “I’ve got the day off.”

You glanced up, catching the way her eyes flicked toward you over the rim of her glasses before returning to the crossword. “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” She jotted something down in the margin with a fountain pen because of course Rita Calhoun still used a goddamn fountain pen. “And seeing as you’ve got a trial to prep for, I’m feeling charitable. I could be persuaded to give you a hand… provided you can do a little something for me first.”

You narrowed your eyes, wary but intrigued. “What kind of something?”

Rita set the pen down, folded the paper in half with precise, practiced movements, and fixed you with that smug little smirk you were quickly learning meant trouble. “You’re good with cars, right?”

You blinked, caught completely off guard. “How the hell do you know that?”

She shrugged, the picture of innocence. “Word gets around. Well, word and your intake paperwork. You wrote it down under ‘other skills.’”

Your jaw dropped. “You actually read that thing?”

“Of course I did,” she scoffed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I don’t rent out a room in my house without knowing who the hell I’m letting in. And it turns out, my car’s got a flat spare and it’s about due for a tire change. So...” she gave a one-shouldered shrug, leaning back in her chair, “...you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.”

You snorted, finishing the last of your coffee and setting the mug down with a clink. “You’re such a goddamn lawyer, you know that?”

“I prefer opportunist,” she said sweetly.

But there was a glint in her eye you couldn’t quite place, somewhere between amused and impressed, and it made a warmth bloom low in your belly, despite the stress still gnawing at your edges. The idea of spending the day with her, even elbows-deep in grease and mock trial prep, was a hell of a lot better than drowning in legal briefs alone.

“Alright, Calhoun,” you sighed, shoving your chair back and standing. “Deal. But you’re buying lunch.”

She grinned, satisfied. “Done. And none of that takeout garbage you kids live on either. Real food. Grown-up food.”

You grabbed your mug, hiding your smile behind it. “Yeah, yeah, grandma.”

As you left the room, you could still hear her laughing behind you.

You headed upstairs with the warmth of that teasing banter still lingering under your skin, a crooked little smile playing at your lips as you peeled off your pajamas. The bathroom tiles were cool under your feet, the water hissing to life in the shower. The hot spray loosened the sleep from your muscles, and you stood under it a little longer than you meant to, letting the steam ease the tension in your shoulders. Tomorrow might’ve been mock trial week, but for now… for now you had Rita Calhoun's goddamn car to deal with.

You dressed in old, oil-stained jeans and a faded black tank top, one you kept buried at the bottom of your drawer for jobs like this. Your hair went up in a messy bun, a few strands already escaping, and you grabbed an elastic to tie it back again as you made your way outside. The sun was warm on your bare arms, the faint scent of freshly cut grass and city pavement mingling in the air.

Rita’s car was parked in the driveway. A sleek, cherry red BMW that she treated like a goddamn accessory. It was spotless, of course, not a smudge on the paint, but the moment you crouched down by the rear tire, you spotted the issue. Flat as hell. You shook your head, muttering under your breath, “What kind of lawyer drives a car like this and lets her spare rot?”

As if summoned by the commentary, Rita appeared in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame with a mug in one hand and her paper tucked under her arm. She’d swapped her slacks for a pair of fitted dark jeans and a loose white blouse, sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She looked maddeningly good for someone supposedly having a day off.

“Well?” she called, lifting a brow.

You gave her a crooked grin, wiping your hands on a rag you’d snagged from the garage. “Flat as a pancake. Lucky for you, I’m feeling charitable.”

“Must be my lucky day.”

You shot her a look and got to work, grabbing the jack and wrench from the trunk. The tools were pristine, barely touched — of course they were — and it took a little coaxing to get the old tire off. You worked methodically, hands streaked with grease, hair clinging to your temple in the sun. Rita stayed nearby, pretending to be invested in her crossword but watching you out of the corner of her eye the whole time.

Once the new tire was on, you wiped your hands again and popped the hood, curiosity getting the better of you. The engine was in decent shape, but you gave it a quick once-over anyway — checked the oil, topped off the wiper fluid, and made a note about the brake pads needing attention sooner rather than later.

You straightened up, stretching out the kink in your back and catching Rita watching you openly now, her head tilted slightly, an unreadable look on her face.

“Didn’t realize I was getting the full-service treatment,” she said, voice low and a little smug.

You smirked, shutting the hood with a solid thud. “Consider it a bonus. You’re lucky I don’t bill by the hour.”

She laughed, a rich, genuine sound that sent a ridiculous little pulse of heat through your chest. “I’ll make it worth your while. Lunch’s on me, remember?”

“Damn right it is.” You tossed the rag into the garage and wiped your hands on your jeans. “You’re good to go, Calhoun. Try not to blow a tire on your next midlife crisis joyride.”

She grinned, leaning against the car now, arms crossed. “You keep mouthing off like that, you’re gonna owe me more than a tire change, kid.”

Something about the way she said it made your stomach flip, a sharp flicker of heat curling low and lazy through you. You bit back a grin, feeling it anyway.

“Careful,” you shot back, voice light but edged with something neither of you named. “You might like it.”

Her mouth quirked in that maddening half-smile, and for a second the air felt heavier, thick with the unspoken. Then she stepped back, gesturing toward the house. “C’mon, grease monkey. Let’s see what you’ve got for this trial of yours.”

And just like that, it snapped back to easy. Comfortable. But you couldn’t help the grin as you followed her inside, already dreading and savoring the rest of the day in equal measure.

You sprawled out at the dining table with your laptop, case notes, and a tangle of highlighters in every color you could find. The mock trial packet sat open between you and Rita, legal briefs and annotated statutes scattered across the wood surface. Sunlight slanted through the blinds now, painting lazy stripes across the table and catching in the golden strands of Rita’s hair as she leaned in to read one of your notes.

And god, it was a problem.

You were supposed to be focusing on your opening statement, on jury strategy and phrasing objections, but it was becoming nearly impossible. Because every time she spoke — every time those smooth, perfectly glossed lips moved around words like objection sustained and inadmissible hearsay — your attention slipped. Those lips looked way too soft. Way too distracting.

And worse, your brain refused to stop wandering into dangerous territory. Like how those lips would feel brushing against yours, slow and deliberate. Or ghosting along your neck, down your stomach. Or wrapped around—

“Earth to law student.”

You jolted a little, realizing too late you’d been full-on staring, chin in your hand, eyes locked on her mouth like a lovesick idiot. Rita was smirking at you, smug and knowing, the kind of expression that made you want to crawl under the table and/or pin her against it.

“Jesus,” you muttered, clearing your throat and dragging your gaze down to your notes.

But Rita wasn’t letting it go.

She reached out, waving a perfectly manicured hand in front of your face. “You’ve been eye-fucking my mouth for the last fifteen minutes, sweetheart. I’m flattered, really, but if you’re gonna keep undressing me with your eyes you might as well buy me a drink first.”

You felt your cheeks burn, a flush creeping up your neck. “I wasn’t—”

“Oh, you definitely were,” she cut in smoothly, leaning back in her chair like she owned the entire room. And she probably did. “Don’t get all shy now. You’ve got that look, you know.” She gestured lazily, a crooked grin on her lips. “The ‘I’d climb you like a tree if I wasn’t so busy pretending to be professional’ look.”

You laughed, partly from sheer embarrassment and partly because it was so unfair how easily she read you. “You’re impossible.”

“That’s what they tell me,” she teased, and then, maddeningly, she made it worse. She dragged the tip of her tongue slowly along her bottom lip, a barely-there, unconscious little flicker that made your stomach twist and your pulse spike.

Rita caught your reaction, eyes narrowing just a little, like a predator who’d finally cornered her prey. “Alright, here’s the deal,” she murmured, voice dipping into something lower, silkier. “We finish prepping this case. No distractions, no daydreaming about my mouth, no undressing me with your eyes. You give me one solid hour of your full attention…”

She leaned in, close enough that you could smell the warm hint of her perfume and coffee on her breath. “And maybe — maybe — I’ll let you kiss me when we’re done.”

Your stomach dropped and flipped at the same time, heat crawling up your spine. You swallowed hard, meeting her gaze with a stubborn smirk you barely managed to muster. “And if I’m an overachiever and finish in forty-five?”

Her grin went sharp, wicked. “Then you’ll have to get creative, sweetheart.”

You let out a breathless laugh, heart hammering, and forced yourself to look down at your notes. “Alright, deal. But you better not back out.”

Rita chuckled, leaning back in her chair and picking up a highlighter. “Honey, when have you ever known me to back out of a bet?”

You had a feeling you were in so, so much trouble.

The next hour was, hands down, the most excruciating test of willpower you’d endured since starting law school. And not because of the mock trial materials sprawled out in front of you. Not because of the dense pages of precedent or the notes scrawled in your barely-legible handwriting. But because of her.

Rita sat across from you, one leg crossed over the other, reading through your opening statement draft with that maddening little smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. Every so often, she’d hum softly under her breath in approval, or let out a dry, amused chuckle when she found something she didn’t agree with. And you — god, you tried. You really did. You forced yourself to focus on strategy, evidence lists, witness prep, and crafting clean, sharp objections.

You reviewed your opening argument aloud while she made notes in the margin. You debated whether it was better to call your character witness first or let the opposition cross the medical expert before you put your witness on the stand. You went over phrasing for objections. Leading, hearsay, relevance — and Rita grilled you on them like a goddamn judge, which she somehow made infuriatingly hot.

And yet… even while you rattled off the standard for admitting business records, your eyes kept drifting to the curve of her mouth, the way her lips formed around the word admissibility. The delicate hollow of her throat when she tipped her head back to laugh at one of your snarky remarks. The flash of her tongue against her bottom lip as she read. Every so often, she’d catch you staring — and she’d smirk, like she knew exactly what kind of thoughts were skimming through your head.

“Focus, sweetheart,” she murmured at one point, tapping her pen against your notes without even looking up. “We had a deal, remember?”

You groaned, scrubbing a hand over your face. “You’re not making it easy.”

“Life’s not easy,” she quipped, glancing up with a knowing look in her eye. “And neither am I.”

You almost choked.

What you didn’t know — what you couldn’t have known — was that Rita was battling her own brand of distraction. Because for all her smug little comments and confident posturing, she’d been watching you just as closely.

The way your brow furrowed when you got deep into your notes. The flush of pink that crept up your neck every time she teased you. The lazy stretch of your limbs when you reached for another highlighter, the way your shirt rode up just enough to reveal a sliver of skin.

Rita wasn’t blind. And god, if she was being honest with herself, there’d been more than a few nights since you moved in where she’d caught herself thinking about you in ways she absolutely shouldn’t.

About how those sharp little remarks would sound in a bedroom instead of a courtroom. About what kind of sounds you’d make with her mouth between your legs, coaxing every last needy little whimper out of you. She’d imagined you on your knees for her more than once , and if her own fingers had found their way between her thighs afterward, well, that was nobody’s business.

But today? Today you’d been making it very hard to behave.

By some miracle of sheer determination and the promise of that kiss hanging over your head, you powered through. You finished drafting your direct examination questions. You practiced your objections until Rita stopped finding ways to trip you up. You debated evidentiary issues, worked out a strategy for dealing with the opposition’s bullshit surprise witness, and fine-tuned your closing statement.

And when you finally glanced at your phone, you heart heart pounding, it had been an hour and three minutes.

You let out a heavy breath, leaning back in your chair and tossing your pen onto the table. “Done,” you announced, a smug grin curling your lips. “I lasted an hour. Pay up, Calhoun.”

Rita arched a brow, the corner of her mouth twitching like she was fighting a grin. She closed the case packet and set it aside, leaning back in her chair with a languid stretch that made your stomach flip.

“Well, well,” she drawled. “Look at you. Stamina and self-control. Colour me impressed.”

“I believe you owe me something,” you reminded her, unable to keep the heat out of your voice.

“Mmm,” she hummed, eyes glittering. “I suppose I do.”

And for a moment, the air thickened between you. Every teasing remark, every lingering look, every imagined what-if hanging heavy in the space as she slowly uncrossed her legs and stood, the sleek lines of her body moving with predatory grace as she circled the table.

You turned in your chair, pulse skittering, as Rita came to a stop in front of you, gaze dark and unreadable. She reached out, fingertips brushing lightly under your chin to tilt your face up to hers.

“Close your eyes, sweetheart,” she murmured, voice low and dangerous. “Let’s see if you’re as good at following directions as you are at cross-examination.”

And fuck, you were so ready.

The moment Rita’s lips touched yours, the rest of the world dropped out of focus.

Soft. Warm. So much softer than you imagined; plush and slow at first, like she wanted to savor it, like she wanted to make you feel how long she'd been waiting to do this. You kept your eyes shut like she’d told you to, and it only heightened everything. The taste of her mouth, the light scent of her perfume—some subtle floral layered with spice—and the heat of her breath as she shifted closer.

You couldn’t help it, you moved without thinking, arms instinctively wrapping around her waist and pulling her in. She followed easily, effortlessly, like her body was always meant to fit against yours.

Rita moved to straddle your lap, smooth denim gliding over your thighs as she settled into place, one hand slipping behind your neck while the other braced herself on the table.

“Open your eyes,” she whispered, lips brushing yours, breath warm.

You did.

And fuck.

Her eyes burned with hunger—sharp, dark, devouring. Gone was the smirking lawyer across the table or the landlord reading the morning paper. This was Rita undone, Rita wanting. And it hit you like a goddamn freight train—she wanted you just as badly.

You couldn’t stop yourself. You guided her hips, hands gripping her tight as you rolled her against you, the pressure delicious. She gasped softly into your mouth, her thighs tightening around your lap, hips responding immediately with another slow, grinding roll that sent heat pulsing straight through your core.

You moaned, helpless to hold it back, and she smiled against your mouth—smug, pleased, soaked with power.

But you felt how wet she was. Even through layers of clothes, you could feel the heat between her legs, soaking into your thigh as she ground down again. And you were soaked. Your panties clung to you, slick and hot, every shift of her body against yours making you want to tear your clothes off and press your cunt directly against hers.

“Fuck,” you whispered against her lips. “You feel so good.”

She chuckled low, breath catching as you shifted under her. “You have no idea what you do to me,” she murmured, voice all gravel and sin. “I’ve thought about this. About you. In my bed. On your knees. Making you beg.”

Your whole body trembled.

You couldn’t take it anymore—you fisted the hem of her blouse and started tugging it up. She moved with you, helping you pull it off, and tossed it somewhere behind you without a glance. You stared, dazed, at the lace of her bra, the flush across her chest, the way her nipples were already hard under the fabric.

Rita made quick work of your shirt in return, tugging it over your head, fingers skimming down your spine as you arched into her. Her mouth found your neck, then your collarbone, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses that made your head spin.

Clothes came off in a feverish blur. Pants unzipped. Bras unhooked. Panties peeled down with shaking hands. You fumbled and laughed, mouths meeting between kisses and moans and swearing under your breath when zippers caught or buttons refused to cooperate. But every touch, every inch of exposed skin, only made you both needier.

You kissed down her shoulder, hands sliding along her waist as you stood, Rita still clinging to you as you walked—half-stumbling, half-guided—toward her bedroom. She kissed your jaw, your cheek, your mouth again, breathless and panting by the time your backs hit her doorway.

She pulled back, just enough to look at you, her chest rising and falling, lips kiss-swollen and eyes gleaming like she wanted to devour you.

“On the bed,” she breathed. “Now.”

And you didn’t even hesitate.

The mattress dipped beneath you as you settled in the middle, body already thrumming with anticipation, every inch of you flushed and aching. You leaned back on your elbows and spread your legs shamelessly, baring yourself to her in the dim glow of the afternoon light slanting through the curtains.

Your pussy was soaked — glistening, pink, lips plush and swollen, your clit already stiff and begging for attention. You reached down with one hand, two fingers sliding through your slick folds, parting yourself as you rubbed soft circles over your clit. A broken gasp tumbled out of you at the contact, back arching slightly. The sensation was so sharp after all that teasing, and knowing Rita was watching you — that sharp gaze fixed on the way your fingers moved over your dripping pussy — only made it hotter.

Rita groaned low in her throat, the sound absolutely wrecked. “Fuck, look at you,” she breathed, running a hand through her hair like she didn’t know what to do with herself for a second. Her eyes dragged up and down your body, lingering on your bare tits, your parted thighs, your fingers playing with yourself. “You’re so goddamn pretty like this.”

You bit your lip to keep from whining, and she was on you in the next breath, straddling your hips again. The heat of her body pressed against you, the delicious friction of her bare pussy against your stomach as she leaned in and kissed you hard. It wasn’t careful or tentative — it was filthy, desperate, her tongue sliding deep into your mouth, teeth catching your bottom lip in a way that made you moan.

Her hand slid over yours, her palm warm as she guided your fingers lower, pressing them inside you, her own fingers joining yours in teasing your clit. Your cunt clenched around your fingers, wet and needy, the obscene, slick sounds of it filling the room as you both touched yourself under her hand.

“God, you’re fucking soaked,” Rita growled against your mouth. “I’ve been thinking about this — about how you’d taste — ever since you moved in.”

You whimpered, the admission making your head spin, your pussy clenching tighter.

Then she slid down your body, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses along your collarbone, between your breasts, pausing to suck your nipple into her mouth with a filthy little moan that made your hips jerk. Her hand didn’t leave you though — fingers still gliding through your soaked folds, teasing your clit just enough to keep you on the edge.

By the time her mouth reached your stomach, you were trembling, legs falling wider apart as she settled between them like she belonged there.

“Rita—fuck, please—”

She glanced up, eyes dark and wild, a smug little smirk curling her lips. “God, you beg so sweet.”

And then she buried her mouth between your thighs.

Her tongue found your clit instantly, hot and slick, swirling over it in tight, relentless circles that made you cry out. At the same time, two fingers slid deep inside you, thick and perfectly curved, pressing against your walls in a way that made your toes curl. The stretch was perfect — her fingers filling you, the drag of her knuckles against your soaked, fluttering cunt so good it was almost unbearable.

You moaned, high and desperate, hands fisting in her hair as you rocked against her mouth. Rita groaned into you like she was the one getting off, the vibration of it shooting straight through your core. She fucked you with those long, practiced fingers, curling them with every thrust, her mouth never leaving your clit.

Your orgasm hit you hard and fast, a sharp, electric snap of pleasure that made your vision white out. Your whole body tensed, thighs clamping around her head as you cried out her name, your cunt spasming around her fingers, gushing wetness over her hand and mouth.

“Oh my fucking god,” she groaned against you, licking you through it, dragging every last aftershock out of you. “You taste so fucking good — I’ve wanted this for so long, you have no idea.”

You whimpered at the words, tugging her up by her hair, crashing your mouth against hers, moaning when you tasted yourself on her lips — hot, slick, and so fucking filthy.

“I want you,” you panted against her mouth, cupping her face. “God, Rita, sit on my face. Now.”

The look she gave you — equal parts lust, hunger, and smug satisfaction — made your pussy throb all over again.

Rita’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smirk, her breath hot against your cheek. “You want this mouth so bad, sweetheart?” she teased, voice husky and ragged from moaning into your cunt. “Then you’re gonna get it.”

She slid back down your body with the kind of effortless, predatory grace she carried everywhere — but now, stripped bare, you could see the flush across her chest, the rise and fall of her breathless tits, the way her nipples were dark and tight from how turned on she was. And then there it was — between her thighs, glistening and swollen, her pussy so fucking gorgeous it made your throat go dry.

She was soaked. Slick coated the insides of her thighs, her folds puffy and flushed a deep pink, her clit stiff and peeking out from between them. The lips of her pussy were plush and soft, glistening in the dim light, and you could see how wet she was — her slit glimmering with it, a slow bead of slick teasing down toward her ass as she crawled up the bed.

“Holy fuck, Rita,” you groaned, your hands grabbing at her hips without thinking, thumbs brushing over her slick skin as she swung one toned thigh over your face.

She settled onto you slow, teasing, her wet heat hovering just above your mouth. You could smell her — rich, heady, sinful. The mix of her slick and arousal made your head spin, and your tongue darted out, desperate for a taste.

Rita smirked down at you, reaching to grab the headboard, bracing herself. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.”

And when you met her gaze, dark and heavy-lidded with pure want, she finally lowered herself onto your waiting mouth.

You moaned the second your tongue made contact with her slick pussy, the taste of her heady and addicting. She was salty and sweet, the warm, clean musk of her coating your lips and chin as you flattened your tongue against her folds. You licked a slow, deliberate stripe from her dripping entrance up to her clit, swirling around it before closing your lips around the swollen bud and sucking.

“Ohh fuck yes,” Rita gasped, her hips jerking against your mouth, one hand tightening around the headboard, the other burying into your hair. “God, you’ve got a filthy little mouth on you.”

You moaned against her, the praise making your pussy clench, your own slick soaking the sheets beneath you. You gripped her thighs, holding her steady, flicking your tongue rapidly against her clit before dipping down to fuck your tongue inside her. She was so warm, so tight and soaked, her walls fluttering around the slick slide of your tongue.

Rita’s moans were shameless now — breathless, broken, swearing under her breath as she rocked against your mouth, grinding her pussy against your tongue like she’d been starving for it. “Goddamn it, baby—fuck—you eat pussy like you’ve been waiting your whole goddamn life for this.”

You couldn’t even answer, too busy devouring her, tongue and lips and teeth working her over. You flattened your tongue against her clit and hummed, and Rita’s thighs trembled around your head.

“Fuck—fuck—don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop—” she gasped, her entire body tensing.

You didn’t. You latched your lips around her clit and sucked harder, flicking it rapidly as her hips ground down against you. Her slick coated your chin, your lips shiny with it, the obscene, wet sounds of your tongue working her filling the room.

And then she came.

Hard.

Her whole body jerked, a raw, desperate cry tearing from her throat as her pussy pulsed against your mouth, soaking you. “Jesus fucking Christ—” she moaned, thighs trembling, her grip on your hair tightening as she rode it out, hips rolling against your mouth in short, frantic little movements.

You moaned into her as she came, tasting every drop, not stopping until her gasps softened into whimpers and her thighs quivered against your ears.

When she finally eased off your mouth, her chest was heaving, sweat clinging to her skin, hair a wild, gorgeous mess. She dropped down beside you, her hand finding your face, thumb swiping your wet chin as she kissed you deep, tasting herself on your tongue.

“Goddamn, sweetheart,” she rasped against your lips, her voice wrecked and satisfied, “you’re gonna fucking ruin me.”

You weren’t done with her — not even close.

Rita collapsed back against the sheets, chest rising and falling, skin flushed and glistening in the low light. But even wrecked like this, she looked fucking incredible. Hair mussed, lips kiss-swollen, the sharp, powerful attorney turned into something softer, needier, spread out beneath you.

And you wanted to worship every inch of her.

You moved slow, savoring the way her breath hitched when you pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone, tasting the salt of her skin. You dragged your tongue down to the curve of her breast, nipping lightly before soothing the sting with your mouth. Her nipple was still hard, begging for attention, and you sucked it between your lips, moaning softly when her fingers fisted in your hair again.

“God… baby,” she breathed, her voice wrecked and gorgeous.

“I wanna worship you,” you whispered against her skin, kissing your way lower, lips brushing the underside of her breast. “Wanna mark you up, make you feel good everywhere. You deserve it.”

She shuddered at the words, letting her head fall back, completely at your mercy.

You trailed lower, leaving little love bites along her stomach, across her ribs, down her hips — marks she’d find in the mirror tomorrow and remember exactly how you’d put them there. You muttered praise between every kiss, your lips ghosting over the skin just above her mound. “So fucking beautiful,” you whispered. “Taste so good. Could spend all night with my face between your legs.”

When you reached her pussy again, still slick, flushed, and glistening from her last orgasm, you blew a slow stream of cool air against it, watching the way her thighs twitched, her hips giving a little helpless jerk.

“Fuck—” Rita whimpered, her hand flying down to fist the sheets. “You’re a fucking menace.”

You smirked up at her, savoring how wrecked she looked, before deciding to take it even filthier.

Shifting up, you positioned yourself so your breast brushed against her pussy, your hardened nipple grazing over her slick, swollen clit. The contact made her cry out, a sharp, broken sound that made your cunt ache all over again.

“Oh my god,” she gasped, her hips lifting.

You teased her with it at first — slow, lazy little circles, your nipple dragging over her clit, slick making everything messy and obscene. Your own breath was ragged, the sight of her pussy glistening against your skin, the way her slick smeared over your tit, so fucking filthy you almost came from it alone.

Rita’s thighs trembled, her whole body arching as you kept going, adding a little more pressure, watching the way her clit throbbed under every stroke. She was already oversensitive, you could see it in the way she bit her lip, eyes fluttering, moans ragged and desperate.

“Come for me again,” you whispered, leaning up to kiss the side of her breast. “Want you to soak me.”

She did. With a sharp cry, her whole body jerked, thighs quivering as her pussy spasmed against your breast, slick gushing out, coating your tit and nipple. The sound she made — half gasp, half moan — was fucking beautiful.

You didn’t give her time to catch her breath.

You dragged your tits up her body, straddling her chest so your soaked nipples hovered over her flushed face. “Clean me up, baby,” you teased, your voice low, fucked-out. “You made this mess, you get to taste it.”

Rita groaned, absolutely wrecked but still hungry, and took one of your nipples into her mouth, sucking hard, licking her own slick from your skin like it was the sweetest thing she’d ever tasted. Her tongue was hot and greedy, flicking and circling as you moaned, your hips grinding down against her stomach, your soaked cunt leaving wet streaks over her skin.

Your pussy throbbed, dripping wet, aching for more.

And you knew what you wanted next.

Pulling back, you panted, cupping her face and tilting it up. “I know you’re sensitive,” you whispered, voice dark and filthy, “but I need to feel you against me. Want your pussy rubbing against mine, baby. Wanna cum with you.”

Rita’s breath caught, pupils blown wide, chest heaving. “Fuck,” she groaned, licking her lips. “Do it.”

You wasted no time. Sliding down her body, you settled between her legs, lining your dripping cunt up with hers. The first contact made you both moan, your slick folds pressing together, clits nudging against each other, the heat of it almost unbearable.

You started grinding — slow, steady rolls of your hips, your soaked pussies sliding against each other in the most obscene, wet, perfect friction. The sounds were filthy, slick and messy, your moans and gasps mingling as you moved together.

Rita was so sensitive, every little drag of your clit against hers making her hips jerk, her hands gripping your ass, pulling you down harder, chasing the friction.

“Oh god… fuck yes, just like that,” you gasped, feeling your orgasm build again, the pressure sharp and desperate.

Your tits bounced between you as you rode her, her nails digging into your skin, her slick mixing with yours as your clits rubbed together, so wet and perfect you both lost control, hips grinding frantically.

And when you both came — loud, shaking, cursing each other’s names — it was like your whole bodies seized together, your cunt pulsing against hers, your juices slicking your thighs, your clits throbbing as you gasped and cried out.

You collapsed against her, panting, trembling, your face buried in her neck, tasting her skin, and neither of you moved for a long, long time.

The room was thick with the heady scent of sex and sweat, bodies tangled, hearts still hammering from the way you’d both utterly wrecked each other. You lay there for a moment, limbs draped over one another, neither of you speaking — just breathing, letting the quiet settle over the room like a blanket. Rita’s fingers lazily traced the curve of your hip, her touch featherlight now, nothing like the sharp, filthy grasp she’d had on you minutes before.

Eventually, she hummed, lips brushing your temple. “C’mere,” she murmured, rolling out from under you with a soft groan and sitting up, stretching in a way that made you almost want to crawl right back on top of her. “We need to clean up before I fall asleep and glue us both to these sheets.”

You laughed, breathless and blissed-out, but agreed. Your thighs ached, your body sticky and tender in the best possible way. Rita stripped the sheets with practiced efficiency, balling them up and tossing them toward the hamper before grabbing a fresh set from the closet. You watched her move — graceful even in exhaustion, her hair a wild, dark halo, the curve of her ass catching the light.

“Quit staring at me like that,” she teased, smirking as she caught your gaze.

“Can’t help it,” you grinned. “I’ve got a thing for smug older women who fuck me stupid.”

Rita barked a laugh at that, shaking her head as she threw the clean sheet over the mattress. “Smartass.”

When she disappeared into the bathroom to start the bath, you moved on instinct, padding over to her dresser. You rifled through the top drawer until you found one of her old T-shirts — soft, worn, probably one she used for sleeping — and tugged it on. It hung loose on your body, brushing your thighs, the fabric carrying the faint, lingering scent of her perfume.

By the time she came back, hair damp, carrying a couple of towels, you were standing there with a smug little smirk, tugging at the hem of the shirt like you’d just gotten away with something.

“Well, well,” Rita drawled, one brow arching high as she set the towels down. “Look at you. Stealing my clothes already?”

“Claiming my spoils,” you shot back, grinning.

She rolled her eyes, but there was unmistakable affection in it. “You’re lucky you look so goddamn cute.”

The bath was heaven — hot, fragrant, and exactly what your sore bodies needed. You both sank into the water, legs tangled, Rita’s head tipped back against the edge as you lazily ran your fingers up and down her thigh. She returned the favor, washing you slow and gentle, so different from the ruthless way she’d handled you in bed. She made sure you drank water, peppered soft kisses over your shoulder, and let out content little sighs as the tension slowly ebbed from your muscles.

Afterward, back in her room with clean sheets and flushed skin, you hesitated at the edge of her bed.

Because this was the part you never knew how to handle. The come-down. The aftermath. You didn’t know if you were supposed to grab your clothes and head back to the guest room, or if this was the kind of situation where you curled up and stayed until morning. The last thing you wanted was to overstay your welcome.

Rita noticed immediately.

Her brow furrowed as she saw you standing there, gnawing your lip, uncertain. And then, without a word, she patted the mattress beside her, a crooked little smile playing at her lips.

“C’mon, baby,” she murmured, voice soft, eyes tender in a way that made your chest ache. “This is more than a one-time thing.”

God. You didn’t realize how much you needed to hear it until the words landed, sinking into your bones and making your throat tighten. You climbed into the bed without hesitation, curling into her side as she tugged you against her chest. Her arm looped around your waist, her hand splaying over your stomach like she wanted to anchor you there.

You felt safe. Wanted.

It was quiet for a long while, the soft hum of the city through the window, the warmth of her body, the steady rise and fall of her breath under your cheek.

Then you smirked against her skin. “You know,” you murmured, half-drunk on exhaustion and afterglow, “if you ever need another tire changed, I work for kisses and orgasms.”

Rita let out a low, sleepy laugh, her fingers tracing lazy circles on your bare thigh. “Sweetheart,” she murmured, lips brushing your temple. “After tonight, you can have anything you fucking want.”

You grinned, eyes fluttering shut, and drifted off in her arms, feeling for the first time in a long time like you were exactly where you belonged.

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clawsdevour · 11 months ago

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one more time

wc: 2.4k content warning: post-time skip, lev x reader, smut, one night stand oral sex m!receiving, fingering, size kink, not proofread

note: this may be kindaaa rushed at the end... sorryyyyy but lev x size kink is real to me too anon... like i get you and i hope u enjoy it :D

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Gravity’s pulling you down as you elevate up the luxurious hotel to your one night stand’s room. To your surprise, you weren’t expecting such a rich person you’d be hooking up with for the night. Since 8:03 PM you’ve been feeling a bit in need of some good dick to fill you up. And well, nowadays it could take a while to get into someone’s pants, so why not try a dating app?

Scrolling and swiping till your eyes settled on this certain man’s profile. He didn’t show his full face, but he did show his side profile.. Just barely. He seemed to appear as a pale man with foreign features and grey hair. Staring at his profile, your eyes are absolutely glued onto him even though that was the only photo of himself on the app.

Feeling a bit risky, you decide to swipe on him. You knew the chances were slim with what you put on your profile. But to your surprise.. He also swiped on you, the app giving you the little notification that you’ve matched. Oh my god! He actually swiped back?? Your heart started to flutter when you realized he was typing, the little bubble emote popping up in the corner of your screen. Shockingly, he was very charismatic. For about an hour or two, you’re both just getting to know each other. Especially why you both were on the app in the first place.

L: just wondering.. Why’re you on this app? You: okay this is kinda embarrassing to admit You: but i’m just looking for a hook up...

Flushed with humiliation, turning your phone over right after you sent that message. The vibration his text sent to your phone, making you feel anxious.

L: oh haha! L: i’m actually on here for the same thing L: ik we just met but like since we’re both looking for L: well yk… sex L: do you wanna do it with me?

Five messages in under a minute. This man must be as desperate as you. No way you’re gonna let this opportunity slide. Of course you’re gonna take this chance to get dicked down by a nice and gorgeous man. Overall, it was just a one night stand.

You: well are you down for tonight? L: i’m free rn and later and till like tmr.. L: so yeah im down You: send over that address

Stepping out of the elevator on the floor where your hook up’s waiting for you. Your heels clicked and clack, yes, you wore heels after checking the address he sent you. The sounds continued to tap against the hotel marble floors, echoing against the walls as you stared at his hotel door.

Gulping deeply before you knock with your knuckles, the door swung open causing you to gasp. The tall and broad silhoutte grabs you inside, shutting the door behind you. What’s going on?? Was all was coursing through your mind.

“Look, I can explain.” The man gently shouts after you break free of his grasp, hands up to show he meant no harm. You’re looking at him like you’ve gone into fight or flight mode. The figure’s removing his black hat and facemask, revealing himself as Lev Haiba. Yes, Lev Haiba like the famous model you see on billboards everywhere in Shibuya!

“W-Wait.. You’re–” face altered to mouth out an ‘o.’ Your words came to a halt when he responded with “Yes.. I know I’m Lev Haiba. Like the model… but look! I’m also tryna have fun just like you.”

Wowed, you tried to ignore the fact that he’s a celebrity, trying to give him that sense of normality in his world. You weren’t on his level of fame, but you understood and nodded. Still, you can’t help but be baffled at this pure luck.

“So.. are you gonna show me it?” You’re inching closer towards his face while he’s slowly backing up, finger pressing down on his exposed chest from his unbuttoned dress shirt, stopping when his back hit the cold wall. You have this smug look on your face while he’s down for the challenge, biting on his bottom lip seeing how needy you were, his eyes glaring back at you sinfully.

“After we makeout,” immediately, Lev’s crashing his soft lips against yours through heavy breathes. You’re closing your half lidded eyes as you fought back, trying to assert your dominance through the deep kiss. You lose control of the flow when you feel his tongue slide into your mouth, exploring the inside of your mouth with his wet and warm muscle.

The desire for intimacy grew so much, you started to moan into the kiss, wow was he good it was almost fever inducing. Although it was hella arousing, you did have to pull back to catch your breath for a moment. His green lustful eyes fluttered down on you, watching your complex swell with red undertones. A thin string of saliva was the only thing that connected you two.

“Should we head over to the bedroom?” The half-Russian man murmured under his tired breath. You mumbled out a simple “Yeah” before wrapping your arms around his neck, signaling him to catch you when you jump up on him.

He’s slowly strolling down the large penthouse, heavy footsteps mixed with the sounds of your swollen lips that met once again. The sounds of smooching resonated along the decorated walls. His hands were kneading your ass while he carried you close to his body. His hands are traveling all over the dress you wore while you kicked off your heels on the floor, essentially abandoning them. His hands prod down lower, through the sheerness of your dress his finger feel something warmer than skin.. and something damp.

“You’re not wearing anything under your dress?” leaning his head away centimeters away from yours, pausing his actions. His piercing eyes burned into you with hunger, his smile curving into a smirk before he chuckled in glee.

“Why would I if I knew it’d end up on the floor?” Staring down his at gorgeous features his model face was born with. His perfect eyes, nose, and swollen lips due to yours.

“Aww, I wanted to rip it off” He taunted with an expressive face that beamed at you. You feel a hand come off of you, the sound of the door handle twisting.

The cool air instantly hits you before he even walked in. Windows galore, you forgot you’re on the highest floor of the whole building. Your eyes lit up since all you could see was the streets of Shibuya.

“Pretty nice, huh” Lev huffed before tossing you onto the fluffy white sheets before unbuttoning the rest of his dress shirt. You watch as he’s unhooking each button from each coin shaped slot, mouth salivating when you saw his abs that were delicately highlighted by the moon ...As well as the size that pressed against his tight pants.

“Those pants look real tight..” giggling as you leaned towards his crotch to free his growing bulge. Damn did it look bigger when he slid down his pants to show you his grey boxers that had a moist spot.

You’re looking up for his approval to take his cock out of his boxers, to which he shakes out a nod to continue. Rubbing his length before taking it out, it accidentally smacks you on the cheek with its overwhelming girth.

“It’s so.. Big! I don’t know if this’ll fit in my mouth Lev..” you mouthed out with a slight worried expression covered by excitement. You don’t know if you’re able to take his cock but you know at the end you’re gonna end up begging for him.

On your knees on the plush mattress, you’re stroking his cock up and down with your cold hands. Your mouth parted to go down on his dick, the size was way overbearing which causing you to cough like crazy.

“You don’t have to rush. I’m already feeling pretty, ..pretty good” his large hands caressed your cheeks, ready to wipe off any tears his cock could cause you.

Second times a charm, you thought to yourself before trying again. This time you were successful in getting the tip in. The heat from your mouth radiated and swarmed him in pleasure, making him slightly tilt his head up as he’s trying to keep his eyes on you from above. The more you inched down on him, the more your jaw started to hurt trying to take all of him.

“I’hurt..” gagging before you can form a sentence. Lev, taking it out of your mouth before sitting you back down.

His body was towering over yours till your head hit the pillows with a soft thud. He’s helping you remove your dress, revealing your bare and naked body to him as his eyes lingered for far too long. Your nipples perked due to the cold air, your pussy slightly glistening from being aroused.

“Already this wet?” big hands grab onto the side of your thighs, pulling you down for inspection while they parted your knees for him. Lev’s staring you down before averting his green eyes lower to your clit that begged for stimulation.

A finger brushes against your slit, making you slightly flinch at his touch. He’s showing you the amount of slick he’s collected on his finger followed by a “How cute” before inserting it back into your pussy that longed to be stuffed.

His slender long fingers worked wonders, making you arch your back more everytime he curled into you. Adding in more one at at a time, he’s got three in there to stretch you out. It was a lot to take in as your legs trembled with pleasure every time you were close.

Heat pooled in the depths of your stomach as you absorbed his fingers that scissored you wide open. The squelching was unmatched to what the sloppy and wet kissing sounds were like when you roamed the halls to the bedroom. Your mouth was parted the whole time to let him hear all of your sweet and vulnerable moans as you called out his name.

“Stop.. M’gonna cum again!” Your hands reached for his, gripping onto his wrist that moved in and out of you at a hasty pace. This wasn’t the first orgasm but rather your second or maybe third.

His digits continued to plummet into you until you started to see stars on the plain white ceiling. Blinking back to your consciousness as you panted out, your sopping wet sunt pulsating as if it had its own heartbeat. You bring your head up to see the giant man stroking his cock whilst gazing at the sight of you sprawled on his bed with your legs spread, pussy coated in juices he produced.

“I’m on the pill, y-you can just put it in” You’re stuttering out words as your reached to spread your pussy open for him to gawk at. Your gaping wet entrance, rising and falling with your pace of breathing.

“Okay, but let me know when to stop or slow down if it hurts though,” he’s mumbling through his breath, broad shoulders inching forward towards you.

He’s sliding his cock against your warm and swollen clit down to your entrance, making you clench a bit due to the intimate friction. When his dick was all covered in your warm essence, he lined himself up. His glossy eyes looked at you once more, while you watched him slide a few centimeters into you.

Biting down on your lower lip, it was more than just a stretch to get the tip in. Your hole had to expand to his size as he started to inch in further. He could see the pain he was putting through when you started to increase your grip on the sheets, eyes swelling with tears that formed.

“I’m sorry. It hurts a lot doesn’t it..” removing a hand from under your thigh to brush off a tear. You bob your head in silence as you continued to take him. Lev’s giving you his time and patience while peppering your face with forgiving kisses.

When he eventually fit his full length in, Lev was kind enough to give you a moment for you to adjust as if your pussy was molding to the shape of him. He’s waiting for your cue to start penetrating you, as he held back his urges. Your tight walls clamped down on him, as if you were able to snap his cock in half.

“You feel so good even though we haven’t started moving yet.” He’s chuckling to himself, seeing how good you took him. His large size fitting inside that tight hole that drove him feral when you rocked your hips the slightless bit.

“You can start moving..” you muttered whilst reaching for his face. “M’kay” was the last thing you heard before the pain started to thrust into you. His massive cock was scratching the inside of your walls like nails on a chalkboard.

It took a while before the pain started to turn into pleasure. He’s going at a consistent rate, not too fast nor too slow. His groans ring in your ear as you’re watching him thrust from above. Lev’s showing you his vulnerable face, he looked so delicious it made you feel so lucky that you’re able to see this side of him. Nevertheless have him in you.

Everything his cock hit inside you made your body shiver in pleasure. His dick was so big, he didn’t even have to find your sweet spot if he’s rubbing up all of your gummy walls. The pleasure and overstimulation was crazy. You can’t recall how many times you may have came on him. By the time he was about to finish, it’s like your mind was about to go numb.

“F-Fuck.! I’m boutta cum..” one last thrust or two before Lev pulled out to jack off his dick. Making you slightly whimper as you felt empty without him to fill you up. He’s stroking it fast above you, his cum squirting onto your stomach. Painting your abdomen with his seed, as your body heaved for air.

Falling down beside you to rest for a bit, his face tilted to your side to look at you. He’s also trembling for air after going on for so long.

“We should do this again..”

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Paperinik/Duck Avenger/Superduck (English Translated Comic Collection)

https://archive.org/details/paperinikduck-avengersuperduck-english-translated-comic-collection/ While Duck comics, in the US at least, waned in popularity long ago, it's a completely different story in other parts of the world, namely Europe. They never stopped loving Disney Duck comics, and continue to publish new stories featuring them, with Duck comics outselling both Marvel and DC... but that doesn't mean they didn't try their own hand at creating superheroes featuring the Ducks. Created in by Elisa Penna, Guido Martina, and Giovan Battista Carpi, "Paperinik" first appeared in a 1969 Italian Donald Duck comic story, featuring Donald continuing the legacy of an old famed thief, using his notes and some help from Gyro Gearloose, as he steals from the rich and acts as somewhat of an anti-hero.

Created initially as a response to readers requesting Donald getting a few of his own "wins" in the comics, the character developed over the years, with Paperinik eventually evolving into more of a superhero type character, and gained his own villains and allies, as his superhero persona grew as a character and grew in popularity.

In the 90s, in an attempt to reinvent the character for a modern audience, a group of young artists were brought in to create a new comic line featuring the character, later admitting they were heavily inspired by Marvel Comics of the 90s, called "Paperinik New Adventures". Duckburg was reimagined as a sprawling metropolis, and while the basic history of the character remained the same, he found a new ally through the intelligent AI known as One, who helps him through new gadgets made by his creator Everett Ducklair, as they fight off an alien race known as the Evronians who are hellbent on destroying the planet and sucking the life energy out of everyone on it. Along the way they meet new villains, and gain new allies such as a robot woman from the future known as Lyla, and an alien with a tragic past known as Xadhoom, while also dealing with reporter Angus Fangus, who constantly tries to smear the hero’s good name.

The comic line was a success, going for 3 #0 issues, 50 mainline issues, and a sequel comic which ran for 18 issues and its own special. The comic was also briefly rebooted as "Pikappa" and ran for 32 issues.

Classic Paperinik stories continued to be made during and after this, and during the 2010s, the PKNA continuity returned under the "New Era" brand name, and also continue to be made to this day. Classic Paperinik also continues, with it even crossing over with various PKNA stuff during the "PK Universe" comic.

This collection is an attempt to gather every Paperinik story currently translated into English in one place. There's of course the issue of how to exactly name this collection, as "Paperinik" has two official English names.

During the 70s and 80s, a few Paperinik stories were translated into English and released in a few collections where he was named "Superduck", although these translations appear to be lost. During the early 2000s, Disney Adventures would publish their own Paperinik story in the pages of the magazine, naming him "Duck Avenger", to match with the magazine's initials. This name carried over to a few comic translations done by Gemstone in the early 2000s. When Boom Comics got the license to republish Duck comics, they used the Duck Avenger name as well... but when Disney started to put up additional Paperinik comics on the ComiXology app, they used the earlier translated name of "Superduck", both for their revised re-releases of the "Ultraheroes" crossover comic, and also for the official translations of the first 13 Pikappa comics and a few classic stories. However, once the license moved over to IDW and Fantagraphics, the "Duck Avenger" name was reinstated, and seems to have been used on everything since then.

I simply decided to use all three names for the top folder/title, and used what official English names we have for the specific series when labeling the inner folders, and used the Italian original name when an official English name didn’t exist.

This comic collects almost all of the official translations that exist of the Paperinik comics. Specifically, those by IDW, Gemstone, Boom, Disney ComiXology, and those by Fantagraphics. Whenever an official translation exists, that's presented as the default/proper version.

Additionally, I've included what I believe to be every single fan translation/scanlation that exists for the series. This includes translations of classic Paperinik comics, though those are greatly scattered and are definitely not comprehensive by a long shot. A lot of these were done by different translators, and because of this, the names used in each translation vary. Some adopt the "Duck Avenger" name, some use the "Superduck" name, and some simply use the "Paperinik" name. This carries over to other Paperinik exclusive characters such as Daisy's alterego Paperinika, which is Super Daisy in the official translations, but the "Duck Defender" in the fan translations (admittedly due to the suckiness of the official name), the great thief Donald took after, Fantomius (Fantomallard or the Phantom Thief in the official translations), etc. So don't expect great consistency with the names.

Thankfully, all of PKNA, P2, and the remaining issues of Pikappa were fully fan translated. All of these simply adopt the "Duck Avenger" name, so it's consistent thankfully (although due to Pikappa using the "Superduck" name in the official translation and “Duck Avenger” in the fan translation, the name isn’t consistent for the reboot's issues unfortunately).

Translators are fully credited within the file names, as I'd feel like a jerk if I didn't, and they deserve credit for the awesome work they've done. Although for the PKNA issues, I simply credited them to the "PKNA Translation Project". Some sources mistakenly credit them all to Banker, due to the available issues mainly being available to download only on his website, but, while he did translate a good chunk of them, the PKNA translations were actually done by a group of people. Headed by Lord Birch, who did a good number of the translations themselves, I unfortunately couldn't find a credit list listing who translated each individual issue. So, I simply credited the team, just remember that Birch and Banker did a good number of them along with a few other people.

For the “New Era” comics, I’ve included all of Banker’s translations of the first seven issues. I’ve also included @donphanti's scanlation of the 9th story, @uncaaj’s scanlations of stories 10-13, and @pktheduckavenger’s scanlations of stories 14 and 15. Unca AJ also retranslated a few prior PK stories, which are included as alternatives.

I've included a bunch of extra comics as well, namely one-off stories and stuff connected to PKNA, such as the Disney Adventures comic, the video game tie-in comic, and a few anniversary strips.

Additionally, I've included all of the translated "Double Duck" comics I could find. For those who don't know, Double Duck was a comic with a similar premise of Donald having an alter-ego, although this time he was a super smart secret agent known as "Double Duck". Early issues already stated that he was the Duck Avenger on top of his secret agent gig, but eventually a full blown crossover comic was made with the PKNA series, confirming that they took place in the same universe and were the same Donald, just from different points in time. Because of this, I've included all 5 stories officially translated by either Boom Comics or Disney ComiXology, and also 18 out of Banker's 21 translations of later stories (sadly three story translations have dead download links and they don't seem to be mirrored anywhere), plus his translation of the crossover.

I’ve also included three translated “Mickey Mouse Mystery Magazine” issues, which feature Mickey as a detective in a city known as Anderville. Made by a ton of the same staff as PKNA, I’ve heard rumors that there were plans at one point for a possible crossover, although I’m unsure. Still, I’ve included it due to the connection.

As an additional note, in cases where a story is only available in a TPB and is only one story of a TPB, I’ve included only an extract of it as part of the main collection, but the full TPB is included in full as an extra. The only exception is issues 4 and 5 of of PKNA, as they were only released in the TPB collection, and it only covers PKNA material in a collected format.

I believe this is the most complete/definitive collection of Paperinik/Duck Avenger/Superduck comics, at least that currently exist as of 4/2/2025. Only known missing scanlations (that currently exist) are Banker’s translations of Double Duck stories 7, 12, and 15. And the only known missing official translations are from old obscure and rare UK collections. Those include Donald Duck # 13 (1975), Jumbo Book #1 Superduck saves the day! (1985), Donald Duck Fun Library #8 (1978), Donald Duck Fun Library #10 (Unknown Date, Maybe the 70s?), and Donald Duck Fun Library #14 (Unknown Date).

If any new scanlations or translations are made, let me know! I’ll update the collection. But for those looking to get into Paperinik and don’t know where to look, hopefully this can be a great resource for you.

Enjoy!

EDIT: Forgot to mention, during my research, I found a fansite called "Phantom Duck", which goes over a lot of the history of the Paperinik character's life and origins. This includes a detailed breakdown of the character, his gadgets, his hideout, and notably, his origins, which explains some stuff from comics currently not translated into English. There's also a ton of information about the great thief he is the successor to, Fantomius, who also gets a very detailed history section. The website doesn't seem to be finished, with a lot of pages being "Under Construction", but what pages are there are very interesting and insightful, especially for someone just getting into Paperinik as a character, even though it only focuses on the classic version of the character and doesn't really delve into the PKNA stuff. So, I converted every working page into a PDF, and then converted that into a high quality CBZ file!

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Tech Tuesday: Ransom Drysdale

Summary: You confront Nick before confronting your feelings for Ransom.

A/N: Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.

Warnings: Angst, Self-esteem issues, Talk of sex dreams. Please let me know if I missed any.

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You park in front of the restaurant and turn to Ransom. "You're going to let me do the talking, understood?"

"Yes," he nods. He hasn't been able to make eye contact with you since his confession.

"Steve says he and Newbie are already in there with eyes on him."

"He's probably noticed them," Ransom comments. "Nick's pretty smart."

"No he isn't," you shake your head. "If he was really smart, he wouldn't have messed with us."

"Us?" he turns to look at you, cautious hope in his eyes.

"We're still friends, Ransom," you explain. "I've accepted your apology and you're working towards forgiveness. And after this whole thing with Nick, you and I are going to have a more in-depth, private conversation about where we stand. Understood?"

"Thank you," he breathes, eyes soft with a mix of emotions.

You direct Ransom to sit in the booth first before sliding in and sitting across from Nick.

"I didn't plan for a double date," he smirks.

"This isn't a date," you remark.

"That wasn't the deal."

"Oh no," you mock pout, "the private investigator is having memory problems!" You roll your eyes and drop the pout. "Ransom explicitly told you that I would meet you here at this restaurant at this time. There was no agreement as to this being a date nor that he wouldn't be accompanying me."

Nick licks his lips, eyes piercing, but you don't react. He smirks, "I suppose that's true. I'm guessing he told you what was going on?"

"Yes, which is why you're going to back off now before you get reported and lose your PI license." His smile drops and he raises an eyebrow, a silent question. "Legally speaking, a PI isn't allowed to divulge information about their investigation to anyone not approved of by the client. Not only do I doubt that Linda Drysdale would want you to inform her son, Hugh, that you were investigating him, but you told my friend, Ransom, that you were doing so. That is quite the breach of protocol."

Nick's smirk returns. "The wording of the rules are that I may not release information acquired during an investigation to anyone not approved by the client. Saying I'm investigating someone isn't breaking the rules."

"No, but it is incredibly unprofessional," you counter. "And how do you think someone as rich and powerful as Linda Drysdale would react to such behavior?" He flinches ever so slightly and you struggle to keep your own features schooled. "And remember, we have plenty of witnesses to this very conversation where you confirm you told my friend, Ransom, that you were looking into Hugh and that you were using this information to extort a date with me which, with the right lawyers, could easily be turned into a blackmail charge."

Nick gently shakes his head. "You're too good for him, you know. But I'll happily admit defeat to such a skilled opponent."

"I want exact details on what 'defeat' means to you."

He smirks, "I'm definitely not getting that date and that hurts because you are everything I knew you'd be and more."

You hide your instinctual embarrassed reaction by rolling your eyes. "Anything else?"

"I'll leave you and 'Ransom' alone. But I still need to get paid so I will be giving my client some of the details I picked up on a person who fits the profile of her lost son as well as where he works and lives."

"If you give her my friend's home address or personal phone number, you will be facing charges for blackmail."

"But the office is okay?" he raises an eyebrow.

"If you must. After all, even a bottom-feeder needs to eat."

Nick throws his head back and laughs. "We could have been wonderful together, but I will respect the loss. Make sure your 'friend' deletes those dating apps."

With that, Nick stands up and leaves the restaurant.

As soon as he's out the door you let out a big breath and practically collapse into Ransom. He remains silent, but gently wraps an arm around you. His touch becomes firm when you don't tell him to back off. Soon you're joined by Steve and Newbie who are all praise for how well you handled him.

"That was one hell of a verbal beat down!" Steve praises.

"I didn't insult him that much," you counter, voice shaky.

"No, but the way you were obviously in control of that whole thing was nothing short of amazing!" Newbie effuses.

You sniffle a little, feeling drained in every sense of the word. Ransom gently squeezes you and says, "maybe some food and drink would be a good idea?" You nod, wiping your teary eyes, and everyone agrees.

When you finally make it back to your apartment, you're feeling a lot steadier. You sit on the couch and pat the cushion next to you, indicating for Ransom to sit next to you.

He's felt a strange combination of relief, uncertainty, stress and he's not sure how to handle it. His old self would be making everything worse; biting comments, snapping at everyone, burning all the bridges. The instinct is still there, if only out of self-preservation. But you've accepted his apology, you protected him, you let him hold you. Even after hurting you, betraying your trust, you're still good to him. He can't ruin that. He won't.

You place a hand on Ransom's knee. "You don't actually have to go to that therapy appointment if you don't really want to," you start. "I think pushing you to do that was probably an overreaction on my part."

He places his hand over yours. "No, I think it was the kick in the ass I needed. I'll at least keep that first appointment and go from there."

"I just...I've told you before, about how my family is. Growing up with Christian Fundamentalist parents really skews your perception of things. The first time I had a sex dream, I truly believed I was being tested by the devil. But I also knew that, if I told my parents, they'd believe they needed to beat the devil out of me." Ransom inhales sharply, gently gripping your hand. "It took years of therapy and 'deprogramming' to learn that these things are okay. I learned a lot about hormones and their effects on the brain."

You take a deep breath to steady yourself. "So when I found out you'd been lying to me, avoiding me, all because of a sex dream, it threw me into a rage. You're far more educated on these things than I ever was. You're also way more experienced. So to learn that you reacted so strongly to something I've worked for years to destigmatize in my own brain..."

"I understand," he says with another gentle squeeze of your hand. "And I don't blame you, at all."

You sniffle, "thanks. But I still feel like crap for reacting like I did."

"You were hurt," Ransom counters. "Still are. And I'm the one who hurt you. And anger at those who hurt you is something that I very much understand."

"Also, for the record, you're not the only one who's having sex dreams," you confess. "I've actually had a few of them...about you."

"And yet, you acted the adult and didn't let them interfere with our friendship," he praises. "You really are too good for me."

"Please don't say that," you shake your head. "Self-deprecation gets you nowhere."

"I'll try," he promises. "So...where does this leave us?"

"We're still friends," you reassure him. "Maybe someday we can be more than that, when I'm no longer angry at you. But for now, I think we're going to be okay."

Ransom breathes a sigh of relief. "Can I hug you?"

"Of course," you nod.

The two of you sit quietly for a few minutes, just enjoying the closeness, until Ransom breaks the silence. "Is it too soon to ask you what happened in those dreams?" he smirks. "I mean, I just want to make sure my performance was acceptable. I'll even tell you about my dream if it would make it easier for you."

You chuckle, heat rushing to your face. "I'm not saying anything!"

"Ugh, fine," Ransom softly teases. "So long as dream me treats you like the gift you are."

"Real you is doing that, too, you know?" He scoffs. "Yes, we had a minor setback, but healing isn't a linear process. And you've learned, grown, and will do better in the future."

"How can you be sure I won't hurt you again?"

"I can't. But I know it won't be intentional. And I trust you to take responsibility."

"I don't think I've ever had someone trust me," he admits.

"Well now you do."

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nayleeie · 1 month ago

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Pairing-Myunggi x fem’reader/brief namgyu x fem’reader warning-substance use.+18.language.breeding kink Your name was known around the city for being a pornstar,as for a curvy body,ethereal features,and puppy face.That sweet facade was carefully constructed—pure illusion hiding something darker.Your act was deeply displayed on a video screen while being watched by millions.Viewers offered monetary tips in exchange for sexually suggestive content during the live chat

what they didn’t know is that you could see their government name.Those worth less misogynistic men begging for lewd.It put disgust on your face,Your face scrunched,Disgust rippled through your face, tightening your mouth and wrinkling your nose.before you got on a skintight lingerie was waiting as you slipped it on with latex.rose lace lined strapping covered with a sweater and sweatpants you clicked the button as the stream light up.

Caption -Each 26,987 won sent I take off a piece of clothing.

The stream had 40k viewers, all locked in, faces glued to their screens as time dragged on. A few minutes passed, then the first $20 popped up in the chat, followed by $100—more and more, like they were waiting for something to happen. ‘Are you guys ready?’ The words dripped from your lips, low and teasing.

The chat flooded with your face and hearts, a cascade of pixels as clothes slid off like frozen layers, leaving nothing but bare skin beneath.Money was all you wanted all you needed

Living in riches and wealth you were stuck in a house never wanted to leave your comfort spot.You felt wanted for once that’s why you did it though guilt hit like a river did you really wanna do this?

I mean you couldn’t go back now everyone had already known your soul,body,and face your skin exposed around the world.In the industry for the big dollar checks that pilled easily like water.

That was until, one day, your phone buzzed—a notification flashing across the screen.

Amount withdrawn-70,729,360 won from yesterday at 11:34 pm

Staring at the screen, your heart dropped. 418,935 won. That’s all that was left.your mind raced, trying to make sense of it. “How could this happen? I’d just checked last week, and everything seemed fine!”My fingers trembled as I scrolled through the transaction history, hoping it was some mistake, some glitch. But no, there it was—several large, unfamiliar withdrawals. How could someone do this to me?

I went to message and a immediately texted my bestfriend

You-Met me at the station we need to talk about something important

Han-Why what happened?

You-please met me at —— station.Can you do that for me?

han-Alright but give me five minutes.Ill be there soon.

I quickly tapped the screen to close the banking app, my hands still unsteady. The weight of what I'd seen felt like a lead weight pressing against my chest. My thoughts spiraled, each more unsettling than the last. I couldn’t shake the feeling that the person responsible might not be a stranger.You grabbed your handbag and headed straight to the door forcefully opening it then ran to the car as your mind was rushing with adrenaline.

You possibly lost everything that money left wasn’t enough to pay off your rent,or expenses.On the road your phone spammed with messages from Ye Joon.You just kept speeding to the station as you parked near by it.

You came here because your friend lived nearby he was only a mile away but you rather be here comforted by the people passing by.As the wind blew into the open station of deagu an unfamiliar presence was near.As someone sat next to you in the station.

A man who had a suitcase sitting on his lap,His dark features and sinister appearance. “Wanna play a game.”He said as he smiled.A wash of curiosity hit along with an eerie felling sensation. “Uh,Is there a reward for it?”You felt bad but in your now state something needed to be given. “Yes,money but you give me something in return if you fail.”He looked at you still holding his smile.

Like what?” you asked, your voice sharp but uncertain.The response came slowly, deliberately—words heavy with implication.“Your body.”The phrase brushed past you like a cold wind,You barely had time to process it before the next line followed“You’re gonna have to pay for that, you know.”it tension between you guys was awkward and silent “I mean I get to slap you.”He looked at you questionably “oh,okay then let’s start!”

A few rounds of ddakji had already been played, the sharp smack of paper hitting the ground filling the air. You'd only managed to win twice As he took victory you closed your eyes waiting for a hit to land on your face.

”here.”You have you a business card that had 3 weird looking shape that caught your eye.Before you could thank him as you looked up he was already gone. “Weirdo.”

”Y/n!”You look straight to see your best friend run towards you. “So what happened,I’ve been texting you….”He gave you an annoying look as he crossed his arms “So..?”The look of embarrassment washed over you

“So…um someone broke into my account and took thousands of dollars.”His expression changed as his brows raised with a worried look “Did you call the bank?Hello,why are you just standing there!?”He yelled at you for not immediately canceling your card and calling corporate.

“I can’t just call them—my account’s illegally registered, remember?” you snapped, irritation flickering across your face. “If I do, I could be arrested for fraud.”He didn’t respond—didn’t need to. He already knew all of this. That’s what made it worse. The look on your face said it all he eyed you down for a second “right..”

He changed the topic and asked if you wanted to go out to get something to eat to smooth your mind. “No thanks.”You left to go get inside your car as you went home thoughts started flooding your mind.That guy with the suitcase why did he come up to you.

That’s how you ended up here as the doors opened to reveal a room that was filled with bunk bed with levels of stairs.A 2 bathrooms that spilt up the boys and girl.

You walked away from everyone to find your own spot in the back.The room had lit up with a screen that display people’s faces and their debt you felt your heart in your stomach as that familiar face came on it was you.

Y/n-Owes 40,805,400 won

Great now people knew you were here the whisper filled the room as you tried to hide from the crowd

soon shoved into a crowded room by a guard, the door slamming shut behind you. Hundreds of people filled the space, their eyes flicking toward you before quickly looking away. The air was thick with tension, heavy and suffocating.As everyone was waiting in line to get there picture taken the uneasy feeling hit you.

“Everyone, it’s Thanos the rapper!” a lanky boy shouted, his voice high with excitement as he rushed toward the so-called celebrity.

All eyes turned.

Standing at the center was a figure hard to miss—tall, confident, with wild, spiky purple hair that practically glowed under the harsh fluorescent lights. He barely reacted to the attention, used to the spotlight. But it wasn’t just him that drew stares.

Behind him stood another boy, shorter, with a sleek bob haircut and a twisted grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. There was something unsettling about him—something cruel just beneath the surface. While the crowd buzzed around Thanos, it was the boy behind him who watched in silence… and made your skin crawl.

They tried to take a picture together until the guard told them all off “one at a time.”The purple boy pushed everyone away as he posed for a picture so unserious as he looked silly. “What are you waiting for.”One of the guards looked at you waiting for you to move as you were stuck in a trance “I’m sorry,bitch”you mumble under your breathe so low they couldn’t hear as you walked in the booth and took your picture.

smile

Your face remind the same,no smile in sight though you walked to the door and waited as everyone finished their business.You were surprised no one recognizing your face due to the unwanted reputation you had around the world.You consciously stood behind going to avoid attention.As the doors creaked open, an elderly man suddenly bolted into the room, his face pale and drenched in sweat.

“Stop—everyone, don’t move!” he shouted, his voice cracking with urgency. “I’ve played these games before. If you move… you’ll die!”The room fell into stunned silence, the weight of his words sinking in like ice water. His eyes darted around, wild with fear—not just warning them, but begging them to listen.Everyone stopped as a doll like girl started singing as lights went red.

”don’t move.”he said worried until you shot was heard in the distance a girl was shot in the face as her blood dripped.A crowd starting moving as people were in a panic,adrenaline rush hit them.No one knew were to go but a lot were gunned down due to move.

In a state of shock and fear you didn’t move but listened closely to wait the man said as he continued on telling us the rules as we moved.

Your last step taken as you finished in time.The timer was rushing the elders as a man tripped a girl who was beauty and tall along with a big muscular saved him along with the elderly man who told the rules earlier.You stood infront of them as blood got on your face and clothes when they shot the man’s head.

A wave of fear and revulsion surged through you as you quickly wiped it off with the sleeve of your tracksuit. Your stomach churned at the sensation.The blood though stuck to your clothes as you looked at the girl and man as they got off.

We were all forced back into that room after seeing the death of people blood everywhere stuck in your vision.As everyone gathered a vote set was made.

Blue-stay Red-home

It wasn’t worth it—staying here, risking your life for money that was barely more than a distant, billion-to-one chance. You lowered your gaze as the others began to line up, the tension in the room thick and silent. Regret settled heavily in your chest. Around you, one by one, people pressed the bright button most of them choosing the same thing you wanted. To go home,escape,and survive.

number 190

that was you as your steps were heard across the room some people whispered and glared at you.Raising your hand to the red button as the guard gave you the sticker a wash of relief calm you down.As you watched everyone make their decision.

182/183

Blue had won. The cries of the red team echoed through the room—raw, broken, full of disbelief.

You didn’t cry, but the urge clawed at your throat. The weight of it all pressed down on you—the risk, the fear, the reality that your life was truly on the line in this place. And for a moment, you wondered if surviving was just another kind of losing.

Everyone dispersed to their place you felt eyes on you as you walked to your spot and sat down.observing people around someone did catch your attention.This boy with a lucky number 333 his face was emotionless as he eat his food not realizing someone watching.

He had delicate, almost feminine features—soft skin and large, doe-like eyes that blinked slowly as he ate, completely unaware of the danger creeping closer. There was an innocence to him, a quiet calm, But you weren’t the only one watching him.As you saw the purple boy and his partner follow behind.

I watched as the guy forcefully flipped his bento straight into his own face, rice and sauce splattering across his cheeks. Before he could even wipe it off, the bob-haired boy burst into laughter, his mockery sharp and theatrical.I got up and moved towards them before it got physical “Stop,why are you doing that.”I said as I blocked off the boy from the both of them.

"Wow, I never thought I'd see you in person," the purple-haired boy said, eyeing you with a lazy grin. "You look even better than you do on stream."

His smirk deepened, voice dropping into something more mocking."So tell me—do I get to fuck you for free , or is there a price tag?" he laughed, loud and shameless.Frustration built in you “I would rather fuck a dead animal than you.”He put his hand on his hips before he could say anything.

The guy he threw food on lashed out punching him But before he could land another hit, the other friend jumped in, and together they ganged up on him I didn’t know what to do but froze as they fought on the ground. “Stop it.”An old man jumped in with a serious expression. “Go home to your kids old man.”The purple boy said as he pointed away.Before he could get close the elderly man grabbed him making him plant on the ground.

His friend stopped and got up the fend for him but was also put down.You looked back at guy who had food on him and helped him up. “I’m really sorry about that.”You smiled gently at him.He looked up, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush as he stood. “No, it’s fine. Those guys are just assholes,” he said, his eyes narrowing as he glanced over at them. I could feel the intensity of his hatred radiating off him, but I couldn’t help wondering—why did they provoke such a deep resentment in him? “What’s your name?”you asked “myung gi.”he had a big bruise on his face due to the fight “what about you.”He was still calm after that “it’s y/n.”

After that they both walked off giving a glare at us.I ignored it “Why do they hate you so much?”I questioned the curiosity of the situation waved me.He looked down and huffed maybe he didn’t feel comfortable saying “Oh,sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”you said a bit embarrassed “It’s not that,uh just I did a bad things to people.”He still didn’t look at me he just sat there. “It’s alright probably not as worst as my situation.”You tried to make him feel better.

“What about your situation?” He looked up, waiting for your lips to move you glanced around nervously, swallowing hard before finally admitting, “Well… uh, I’m a porn star.” The words hung in the air, making the moment instantly awkward.It took him a minute to process it he was trying not to seem rude “Is that what thanos was talking about?”He looked at you “Yeah,I’m guessing his ass is a fan.”I rolled my eyes and he laughed at it “He seems like a porn addict.Probably one of those weird guys.”He scoff and look down at his hand as he laid down.

“I mean you’re not disappointed?”He turned back “No,I’m guessing it was a survival tactic.”He was wrong but you went along with it “Yeah,I was just struggling in the moment…”You sat down on the bed next to his bed.“Do you know his other friend?” you asked cautiously. He paused for a moment, eyes narrowing as he searched his memory. “Yeah, I remember Namgyu,” he said slowly, his voice carrying a hint of distaste. That was the guy with the messy bob haircut—the one whose gaze always seemed to linger on you with quiet suspicion. There was something about him that didn’t sit right, a subtle but unmistakable tension whenever he was around.

I cut the conversation off and just laid on the bed with the covers over me.I faced away from him though I did feel a bit of comfort knowing someone didn’t make fun of you for your past.The lights out as the room was cold and silent it was killing you.The needy feeling of leaving this place felt far.As you closed your eyes to sleep

lights on

You woke with a start as someone shook you gently.“M—what?” you murmured, still groggy. “It’s time for the new challenge.”You rolled over and look up to see myung gi hovering over you. “Do you know the challenge?”You stared at him “No,but I heard from a guy it was shape something like that.”He backed up as you pushed off the cover from you.

Then a bunch of guards came to escort you guys to the new room.The walk was long but once you came in a room filled with rainbow was shown “that’s cute.”said softly as you looked around. A speaker came on reading you the instructions on how to play.6 players needed for the game.You and myung gi both teamed up together along a few people.

As the rounds went on you saw this girl who was in a team full of boys.She held her stomach as she walked.You wonder if she was pregnant the sadness of the situation,being here carrying human life. “I feel bad for her.”You look at myung gi he didn’t say anything his face was stone cold. “Is something wrong?”he stood still and quiet “Yea..”He looked away from the crowd “okay?”You knew something bugged him was it that girl?Did he want her or something happened between them.

You guys were next as the game went on the finish line was near as you finished your part.The timer a lot hitting its end when you guys passed.You were thrilled to see another day, but the moment Myung Gi ran up and wrapped his arms around you was something entirely new. It was the very first time you felt his touch—a physical connection that had never happened before. For some reason, his embrace felt comforting, warm, and unexpectedly good. His arms tightened gently around your waist, anchoring you in that simple yet profound hug.

”we did it.”You smiled as your eyes stared in his soul his face soften as he let go of you.Then walked out together going into your spot.The room was quiet as you walked with him you noticed the girl again she stared at both of you then looked away when you took notice.

The curiosity of you was heavy because why was she looking and why didn’t he speak up about her?As you sat down you he said “I’ll be back I’m going to the restroom.”you didn’t look at him “alright..”you watched as he turned his back to walk away his presence getting distance.

Though another presence appeared it wasn’t myung gi”Bambi.”You recognize that it was your Internet name that you used to describe your government name.The name—blunt, explicit, like something torn straight from the front page of a porn site—sent a jolt of discomfort through you. It freaked you out, made your skin crawl. Your guard shot up instantly.

“What do you want?” you snapped, voice sharp with anger, the words cutting through the tension like a blade.Then came the presence of Namgyu — calm, almost too calm."Is it a crime I just wanted to see you," he said smoothly, his voice low and deliberate, each word pulling you in like a slow-moving current.He stepped closer,

the air around him shifting, heavy with something unspoken.

You took a small step back, eyes narrowing. "What are you really here for?"You already had a good idea. The look on his face wasn't one of innocence — it was laced with something darker. Sinister. Like he was enjoying a game only he understood."I mean, you are a porn star after all. Care for an exchange?" Namgyu said, his voice laced with a teasing edge.Your eyes narrowed. "What do you have to offer?" you shot back, your tone cold and unflinching.

You crossed your arms over your chest, your glare sharp and unwavering, daring him to answer. His smirk deepened “drugs.”He said waiting for my answer “I don’t know….”I mean come on you aren’t serious with anyone but myung gi would be upset seeing you with the guy he hatred.

Your just doing your job.Drugs were the only thing calming you down. “What kind?”your stare softened as his lips moved “Molly,maybe?there just colorful,dangerous drugs.” Time was running out.The words stuck to you “okay,but don’t tell anyone..”

Your finally decision as you walked picking up the paste into the girls restroom making sure no one saw you pull him in.Namgyu rushed you in to stall.

The humid air filled you both as you went it for a long kiss.He pulled in as his tongue was waiting for your entrance,Tongue tied together with heavy breathing.You unzipped your sweater.His breath hitched the moment your hands slid beneath his clothes, a low groan escaping before he could stop it. Heat flickered in his eyes, sharp and warning. When he reached behind you and unhooked your bra with practiced ease, he didn’t look away—he stared you down, jaw tense, gaze heavy with something between challenge and desire. It wasn’t a request. It was a silent dare.

Breast round and perky keeping him in a trance as he held you tight to were both of your bodies touched and submerged.His hands on your chest one stuck to your nipple as he played around with it.His mouth tongued the other.Your soft moans echoed as no one was here just empty filled with lust.

Your fingers slid beneath the waistband of his boxers, slow and deliberate, teasing over warm skin as you began to ease them down. His muscles tensed beneath your touch, breath catching in his throat as the fabric slipped lower, inch by inch.His cock was exposed the sexual tension made it swollen.

His back to the stall door as you went down slowly grabbing it and stroking it.His moans we’re quiet but the faster you went the louder they became.his hand now on your hair tightly as you opened your mouth on his cock. “Fuck—you slut.”

His hot dripping cum over your face.He looked down at you.Your face was covered with part of his body when you heard him breathe out, “hurry..” The word was strained, aching with need.

You lifted your head, meeting his eyes for a heartbeat before standing. Without breaking that gaze, you slipped out of your sweats, then slid your panties down, letting them fall to the floor.He grabbed your thigh lifting it on to his shoulder.Then entering his cock into your body as you felt the connection.

You sank down onto him slowly, drawing in a sharp breath as your bodies joined. The moment was more than physical—it was electric, intimate, like your souls were reaching for each other through the heat and tension. Every inch pulled you deeper into him, not just in body, but in something unspoken and real.

”namgyu—“He was rough but quick the wildiness in his thrust as he breathed.His hand on your face of your cheek he Caressed soften.The look in his eyes sent you away as the humid air filled you guys

The air in the room was thick with heat and want, every movement charged with unspoken need. Your bodies spoke louder than words—gripping, grinding, giving in. The rhythm built, deeper, harder, until your legs began to tremble beneath you, the overwhelming pleasure making it hard to breathe. You were completely lost in him, in the raw, consuming force of it all.

sexual satisfaction.

His body slowed down as his cum traveled to you.The liquid running out of you as he pulled out his cock was twitching and trembling.As you held your head back no words spoken the silence comsumed the both of you.

He gently lowered your leg, guiding you down onto him, but the hunger in his eyes hadn’t eased. His mouth still burned with need. Without a word, he dipped his head, lips trailing down until they found your skin again—hot, open, aching to taste more of you.His lip touched your pussy licking his semen from it.

His tongue pushed into you with purpose, and your fingers tangled in his hair, yanking him closer, deeper. He groaned against you, the sound vibrating through your core. The heat of his mouth sent shudders up your spine, pleasure blooming fast and sharp. When he looked up, his eyes were dark—blazing with lust—as he held your legs wide with both hands, keeping you open, exposed, and his.

Your thighs tigthen between him as he came to a stop.The other bathroom door opened as a girl entered.

Time hit you.How long has it Been?

myung gi.

Guilt hit you but the lust washed you the tension,sexual satisfaction,and sensation.You pulled away from Namgyu, both of you breathless, the weight of reality settling between the heat. His eyes met yours—knowing, reluctant. “Time’s up?” he asked with a crooked smirk, though his voice held a trace of something softer. You didn’t answer right away, just reached for your clothes, trying to ignore how his gaze still lingered like a touch.

As you pulled your sweater over you namgyu was already finished but now he had to leave somehow no one could notice you. “follow me when I say go.”he gave a glare “alright noona.”he chuckled as you rolled your eyes fun was over. You slipped out, eyes scanning the empty space—no one in sight. “Go,” you hissed, throwing the stall door open as he rushed out behind you. “Hurry up.” His voice was low, urgent, matching the pounding in your chest. He was moving fast, but so were you—every second stretched thin with adrenaline and need.

As the door opened you only saw the pregnant girl as she stared.Only she could see you and namgyu as you turned back to him.He already left over to his friends the relief washed over you.

You had to find myung gi as you walked around back to your spot.He had came out of the bathroom along with a group of guys.

”myung gi?”He was mad something was bugging him. “Yea?”He tried to stay calm as he knew not to worry you.

“What happened?” you didn’t ask—you demanded. If there was no communication, nothing would get done, and you both knew it. He let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair as he slumped into the seat. “Just that purple freak,” he muttered, frustration edging his voice. His face was worn, eyes dim with exhaustion, like the weight of everything was finally starting to show. “Don’t let him get to you.Thats just stupid.”You scolded him to keep going if he gave up you would too. “If you do he because wins,physical and mentally.”you say next to him “I know.”He’s words are short and dumb.

You wish you could build a stronger bond with him but didn’t know how to start.Everytime something bad happened you guys ending up on square one again.

”what are you thinking about.”He saw you staring for awhile.As you looked away, your voice dropped, softer now. “You.” The single word hung between you, heavy and vulnerable. His eyes stayed locked on you, unmoving—like he was caught in the gravity of what you’d just said.“What about me?” he asked, his voice quiet, but laced with something deeper. Like he already knew the answer, but needed to hear it from you.

Nothing,” you said quickly, too quickly. You didn’t want to ruin the friendship over something that felt so small—so fragile when said out loud. Silence settled between you as you leaned back beside him, heart pounding.

But he didn’t buy it. Maybe it wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear—because his eyes stayed on you, sharp and searching, and his voice cut through the quiet.“Don’t do that,” he said.He was pushing—not with anger, but with need. As if the silence itself hurt more than the truth would.

”I just think time is moving slow—so are we myung gi.”Your words hit him hard in his mind it meant something. “I—Yeah I think that too—but what do you mean?”He knew what you meant just asking dum so he could hear it from you.

”I like you myung gi.”The words slipped out before you could second-guess them, the drugs dulling your filter but not your feelings.“Your beauty is different from other so is your mindset—I like that.” Hes eyes widen as he tried to find words “[name] Do you know what you’re saying?”He questioned you before he could say his final words

”yes,myung gi.”time was running out the final decision needed to be made the final outcome. “I like you too,from the day I saw you.”He smiled as he looked at you “Are you sure?”

You were unsure about his statement “Are you sure you wanna be with someone like me?Does my job not bug you—“Before you could say another word, his lips were on yours—soft, sudden, silencing. The kiss was gentle but sure, cutting through the noise in your head. His mouth tasted warm, smooth, almost creamy, and everything about it felt like something you didn’t know you’d been craving until now.

You sank into his kiss, losing yourself in the way his lips moved with yours—slow, deep, and full of something real. The world faded, leaving only the heat between you. His hands, your breath, the press of your bodies—it all sparked with warmth that wasn’t just physical. It was something deeper, something undeniable. The love, unspoken but felt, burned quietly between every touch.

Before you guys could continue the light shut off scaring you out of the kiss. “S-Sorry—“your words suffering no one has made you feel this why not even namgyu.Myung gi was gentle while namgyu was rough.As you thought about you remembered the drugs you had from earlier. “Is something wrong?”Myung gi looked at you as you were stuck. “Yeah I’m just tired sorry.”You didn’t want it to end but you needed it too.

”just go to sleep.”He said what you liked was that he didn’t force himself on you.But what you didn’t knew was that you weren’t the only one getting pregnant by him.

He went to lay in his own bed next to you.It gave space between you as you waited the next night.

lights on

Another day this time you were awake earlier than him as he was still sleeping.His soft snoring being heard you didn’t wanna wait for him.But it gave you time to slip into your pockets as you took out a pill from namgyu.

You hesitated for a second, wondering just how bad it could really be. Curiosity—or maybe something deeper—pushed you forward. Your fingers closed around the pill, and without another thought, you slipped it past your lips. It hit your tongue, bitter and chalky,

before you swallowed it down, the weight of the choice settling in your chest just as fast.You sat down waiting for it to kick in as you saw myung gi roll over facing you

”wake up.”You said staying in the same place.He didn’t move not a muscle guess he was to out of it.You decided to sit next him “myung gi.”you keep repeating it. “yes—“He was not in the mood but the next game was starting “hurry up the game is starting.”That made him move as he understood the situation.

”I don’t wanna don’t this.”You said as you guys followed up the stairs “me nethier”myung gi groaned as the stairs felt like years.The guards took you to a room were a spinning cricle platform was placed.

You were all ordered to get on.You held myung gi hand as it moved. 4 players myungi took you along with 2 other people.As you guys had to wait in another room

A number was said that started the beginning of heat between you and another player was 6 players were called you had already been in the room as myung gi took 5 players

guessing by the situation myung gi looked a player out as she cried “unnie”The girl from earlier in the game ran to the door myungi stopped her. “This is your fault!”They started arguing.

You looked around at all the players faces to see her the pregnant girl but you guessed her name was Jun bee by what the others called her.She just avoided your glaze.

Then the doors unlocked as they left she bumped into giving him a death stare.

Myung gi was just silent as you both left the tension was awkward as he was probably embarrassed from the situation.You didn’t talked as the silent was both consuming you.

You waited for him to say something—anything—as the two of you walked in silence toward the beds. Finally, he spoke, voice low and uncertain.

“I’m sorry… about that.”

It was the only thing he managed to say.You didn’t look at him not only that but the drugs made you emotional and opening. “who’s she?”you said trying to stay woke.As your body felt slow it was hiting deep your breathe was picking up fast as you waited “who.”He looked at you acting dumb.That angered you you couldn’t control your feelings “Stop it, Myung Gi—who’s Jun Bee?” you demanded, your voice trembling as you pulled the covers tighter around yourself. The drugs in your system blurred reality, twisting everything into something raw and overwhelming.

“I… she’s just someone I used to be with,” he said, his words measured but uneasy.His answer hit you harder than you expected—another girl? Your mind raced, piecing together fragmented thoughts, and then it hit like a gut punch: She’s pregnant.

The realization burned, the question forming in your mind before you could stop it. Was he selfish enough to leave her like that? To leave her carrying his child while he moved on?

The weight of it made it hard to breathe, harder still to keep the swirl of emotions from consuming you.

”But it’s not what you think,please.”He looked at you begging it not think of it like that as he touched your cheek his hand caressing you.

”I don’t know about this anymore myung gi.”The words hit him hard he couldn’t let you leave.But why are you only coming at him only?You did something with another man the man he hatred the one that almost killed him.Stop being a hypocrite

You froze. Didn’t move. Didn’t speak. He stepped closer, eyes locked on yours.

“Wait. Listen to me,” he said, softer now, desperate.You stayed still—torn between guilt and grief—letting him speak, letting him unravel whatever was left between you.

His fingers brushed over your lips, slow and deliberate, silencing whatever you were about to say. Then he leaned in, his body towering over yours, closing the space between you.

Just the sight of him this close made your stomach twist—the weight of him, the heat, the presence. You were already melting beneath it. But the drugs in your system amplified everything—the rush, the sensitivity, the way even the lightest touch sent sparks through you.

His fingertips, barely grazing your skin, lit up something deeper—need, want, raw sexual tension that had been simmering beneath the surface. You didn’t need much. Just him. Just now. He covered yourself both with the blankets on the bed.

You weren’t thinking straight as your mind slowly losing yourself.He pulled off your sweater as you then unclipped the bra.The bouncing of your breast and skin sweat hit.

”your so much more.”His words deeply coming in you.His fingers traveled there way down to your sweatpants more under as his finger touched your pussy.It made you feel good as he brushed past.

He started to curl his fingers in you.The look on your face told him everything he needed to know.The spot he hit as the g spot awakes the feeling of love and juice

You moaned as he kissed you covering it.His eyes were locked on you—on your body—with a hunger that made your breath hitch. He closed the distance fast, his pace quickening, movements strong and deliberate, like the air itself had thickened around you, charged with heat. His breath came fast, matching yours, every motion syncing between you like instinct.

You grabbed him, pulling him down with you, your legs wrapping around his waist in one fluid motion. The urgency between you spiked as he tugged down his sweats—yours following just as quickly, no hesitation, no pause. Just raw need and the electric pull that neither of you could resist.Your pussy poured its juices out as you put looked at him as eyes stuck now on your body.

His thick cock pressed against your entrance, teasing, dragging slowly as he lined himself up. The heat between your bodies pulsed with anticipation.

Then he eased in—gently, carefully—his breath catching the moment he sank into you.“Fuck—” he gasped, voice raw, barely holding it together.

He moved slow at first, every thrust measured, controlled, making sure you could take all of him without pain. His hands gripped your hips, grounding himself in the feel of you, in the way your body responded to his—tight, warm, and pulling him in deeper with every breath. “Myung gi.”You called out as your legs started shaking.The tension was thick keeping you both together. He drove deeper into you, his pace quickening with every thrust, like he couldn’t get close enough—couldn’t take enough of you. Your body rocked beneath him, your breasts moving with each motion, catching his eyes and pulling a groan from his throat.

His hand slid up, cupping one, kneading it with slow intensity before he bent down, still buried inside you. His mouth closed around your nipple, tongue flicking and circling before his teeth grazed it, gentle but deliberate. His other hand teased the opposite side, fingers skillful, unrelenting.

You gasped, back arching, completely undone. It was too much—but you didn’t want it to stop. Lust and love tangled inside you, blurring into something overwhelming, something that took over everything else.

He buried himself on to you.He started slowly down as he was close to finishing “hurry up—“last words you said as his hot liquid came inside you.His cum filling you up as you shaked. “Hu— I need you.”Myung gi said as he looked up at you his eyes stayed there.Your head was held back as you felt his cum traveling still.

Myung Gi pulled out slowly, his body slick with sweat, chest rising and falling as he hovered over you. Without a word, he shifted lower, gently moving your legs apart to make space.

Then he lowered his head.

His tongue flicked against your clit, slow at first—tasting you, tasting both of you. The mix only seemed to fuel him, his movements deliberate and hungry. He moaned softly against you, clearly enjoying every reaction your body gave.

You were still trembling, sensitive, caught in the aftershocks—but the tension hadn’t left. It simmered beneath your skin, your breath catching again as his mouth worked you open all over again. The drugs were wearing off, but not the feeling—not this moment. Everything else dulled, but the weight of him, the heat of what just happened, stayed sharp and real.

He lifted his head, then slowly laid down on top of you, his chest pressed against yours, breath still uneven. You glanced around, a flicker of panic tightening your chest—did anyone see? Hear?

But there was nothing. No one.

Then his voice cut through the quiet.

“You must be carrying my child,” he said, staring down at you, his gaze locked and unflinching.

There was no trace of hesitation in his voice—only certainty.

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