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You Taste Sweeter Than Revenge

pairing: Josh Washington x fem reader nsfw word count: 4.2k content warning: non-con elements (voyeurism) author's note: I think Josh having a love interest would get in the way of his "prank"

Finally, finally, you get a moment to yourself. You lean your head back against the wooden door of the guest room, basking in your long-awaited solitude.

The process of getting everyone up and settled at the Washingtons’ lodge was draining: Chris wouldn’t shut up about how he caught Sam snooping on his phone, Emily and Jess were at each other's throats over Mike, and Mike and Matt kept competing to be the alpha of the group. 

And then there was Josh. Though not as much of a headache as the others, he stirred up some feelings in you that are…more intense than you expected. 

Compared to the strong personalities of your friend group, Josh is someone you can relax around; he’s a little peculiar, but sweet and charming in his own way. You two have a strong friendship, however, due to his tendency to be a flirt, you sometimes question the nature of your bond. His teasing affects you more than you’re willing to admit, especially since you find him easy to look at. Thankfully, the comforting knowledge that he says that kind of stuff to everyone allows you to maintain the friendship and keep your attraction as low-key as possible. 

Except, you’re having a difficult time with that right now. You can only blame yourself, you’ve been suppressing your feelings towards Josh for so long that it makes sense they’d bubble back up at some point. You just didn’t expect it to be tonight, or to be this bad—every cell in your body is pulsing with desire. 

You make your way over to the bed, lying down on it and staring at the ceiling.

Fuck, how does he do this to you?

It started simple, totally harmless. Sam wanted hot water to take a bath, so Josh brought you down to the basement to help him out.

"Hey, it worked!" you exclaimed after hearing the low rumble of the boiler firing up.

“Attagirl,” Josh said, giving you a high-five.

His praise caused a shy smile to break out across your face before you could stop it, making you pray he didn't notice. He did.

"Seems like you're really into high-fives," Josh remarked, "Or, is it the person you're high-fiving?"

He's like this with everyone, you reminded yourself, any flirty banter was nothing special.

"Just love a good high-five," you said, avoiding his eyes by looking down to the basement’s cracked cement.

“Floor that interesting?” he teased, taking a step forward.

His movement prompted you to step back, but you stumbled when your heel hit the shelving unit full of boxes behind you.

Josh’s hands landed on your shoulders, steadying you, but even after you recovered, they stayed there, unmoving. With your eyes now adjusted to the dim basement light, you could note that he had moved much closer than what was necessary to help you. One small lean forward would press his chest to yours. 

“Josh?” you said, searching for an explanation for the sudden but—though it makes you feel guilty thinking it—welcome closeness. 

A mischievous grin lit up his face and he returned your question with one of his own: “Scared?”

You let your hand fall down onto his chest, fingers fiddling with a button on his flannel. “Not at all,” you responded. You attempted to make eye contact with him after answering, but it felt too intimate with him so close, so you turned your gaze away, yet no matter where you cast it, you’d still see him, his body was enveloping yours.

“Ah, I see, so you’re scared and a liar,” Josh retorts with a smirk. His hand came up to your jaw, holding your face still so you couldn’t avoid looking at him anymore, “What’re you so afraid of, little kitten?” 

“Don’t call me that,” you deflected, rolling your eyes. Even though you were trying to come off as unaffected, little sparks flickered and fizzed in your body like summertime fireworks. Was this how a friend should make you feel?

“Oh? Is there something better I should call you instead?” Josh said, tracing his thumb along your jaw. “I can come up with something. Let’s see…honey?” He shook his head, “Nah, too marital. Hmmm, baby? That’s pretty basic, isn’t it?” 

“You done yet?” you huffed, shifting your weight and continuing to pretend that hearing him call you pet names wasn’t making your stomach flip. He was being more persistent than usual, it made you wonder what was going on with him tonight.

“I guess I’m not good at this whole romantic nickname thing.” He released your jaw from his hold so his fingers could travel up and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “What if I just told you how pretty you are instead?” 

Usually you could fend off his flirty comments by retorting with a somewhat decent response, but you were entirely at a loss for what to say. It didn’t help that your body was working against you, fully responding to Josh’s advances in a distractingly enthusiastic way. It’s hard to figure out why he’s being so aggressive with his flirting when your heart is thundering in your ears.

You try to move back, only to be reminded of the shelves of storage keeping you in place, sandwiching you between them and Josh’s large frame. Since retreat wasn’t an option, you tried to diffuse the situation as best you could. 

“Slow down there,” you said with a nervous laugh, “A girl could get the wrong idea.” 

With your palm on his chest, you felt his heart begin to pound. Josh’s hands moved down to your waist, traveling more hesitantly than his brusque teasing suggested they would. You forced yourself to keep your expression unchanging when they rested on the curve of your torso, sending scattered bolts of electricity up your sides. There was anxious authenticity in his tone as Josh said, “Maybe I’ve been wanting you to get that idea for some time now.”

You weren’t sure what to think, was he trying to say he was into you? But, that couldn’t be it, he flirts with everyone, not just you. A conversation he had with Chris that was particularly homoerotic came to mind. It was clear you weren’t special. However, there have been multiple times his attention towards you felt heavy-handed, though you tried to not overthink it, not wanting to be wrong about his intentions. Regardless, as he spoke to you, there was an undeniable charge in the air, the anticipation of what his possible confession meant buzzing around the two of you. If he was saying what you thought he was, this could be your chance to tell him how you’ve felt all this time.

His eyes flicked over your face and just as you opened your mouth to respond, a loud noise made both of you jump.

It was a metallic, dull sound filling the basement with its unsettlingly rhythmic beat. Both of you turned your heads to one of the hallways in the basement where the sound was coming from. 

“Uh, sorry to interrupt this, but, and I really don’t want to, I think we should check that out,” you told Josh.

He blinked, reorienting himself, and then said, “Yeah, uh…sure, let’s go.”

You both began to walk deeper into the basement, closing in on the origin of the unnatural noise. It bellowed through the basement’s cement walls, consuming the hallway with its ominous tone. You followed a few paces behind Josh, but as you got further down the hall, you brought your hand forward and wrapped your fingers around his forearm. Being able to feel him made you feel safer. He paused for a second, but didn’t say anything, so you kept your hand on him as you advanced.

You were about to turn the corner and follow the noise further down into the basement when a shadowy figure jumped out at you. Your heart stopped beating for a second, only resuming its rapid pounding after you had turned and begun to run from the intruder. 

Sprinting down the hallway, you yelled for Josh to run, the next and only thought in your brain being the escape that was the basement door. The masked figure followed in hot pursuit, just a few strides behind you. 

You jumped up the basement stairs three at a time until you reached and nearly collided with the door, needing to step back before trying to pull it open. You yanked and you pulled, but the door was unyielding. You were screaming nonsense at Josh, and he was responding to you as best he could, telling you that everything was going to be okay. His arm hovered around you protectively, separating you from the approaching intruder. 

The masked figure reached the top of the stairs and Josh stepped toward him, taking on a defensive stance. Then, the man draped in black held his arms up above his head and let out a ghostly wail that sounded…stupid. 

Your eyebrows pressed together, and you choked out a “Huh?”, looking over to Josh, who had cracked a smile. 

Your eyes darted between the two men, trying to work out what was going on. The intruder pulled off his mask, revealing Chris underneath, cracking up at the ingenious of his own prank. 

“You’re fucking kidding me,” you said, face burning up. 

“Good one, Cochise,” Josh congratulated.

You punched Chris in the shoulder, huffing how his prank wasn’t as funny as he thought it was, which only made him laugh harder.

“Were you in on this?” You turned to Josh, trying to mask your feeling of betrayal.

“Nope,” Josh chuckled, patting Chris on the back, “But I wish I had been.” 

“Whatever, you two,” you said, grabbing the basement’s key from Chris and storming out of there.

“Hey, wait up!” Josh called after you.

“Let her go, Josh,” Chris said, “C’mon, I finally found the Ouija board.” 

“Yeah, I’ll be right there,” Josh responded, hurrying to follow you into the guest room hallway. 

You had your hand on the doorknob of your room when you felt his fingers around your other wrist, tugging you back. 

“Not in the mood, Josh,” you said, pulling your hand away. Though, you didn’t attempt to open the wooden door again, instead turning to face him. 

“Hey, it was just a prank, right? You know Chris, he was just kidding around. No harm, no foul,” Josh said. If he were intending to make you feel better, it would be helpful if he said that like he fully believed it.

You sighed, exasperated. “Yeah, it’s not a big deal. I just-I probably looked so stupid.”

Josh stepped closer. “You were scared, I was too,” he said, his hand landing on the side of your arm, squeezing it, “No shame in that.” He let out a small chuckle, “I’m taking notes, Chris did a damn good job.”

“I guess,” you shrugged. 

Josh stared back at you, puzzled, before breaking out into a small grin, “I know there was one part that I really liked.” 

You looked away, appearing to find the sight of the doors lining the shadowy hall more interesting than him, but still took the bait, “And what part was that?”

Josh’s hand traveled down your arm, not once separating from it, to encircle your wrist. You shifted your gaze back to watch him place your hand on his forearm, the rolled-up sleeves of his flannel allowing direct contact with his warm skin. “I like that, when you’re scared, you hold onto me,” he confessed. 

The air of indifference is hard to maintain now, but you still try. “I didn’t know you were so observant, Josh.” 

He rested his hand on top of yours. “Just with you.”

You cursed yourself for how easy it was for him to win you over with a stupid, corny comment. Any embarrassment from the prank was superseded by the new tingly sensation in your stomach. Though, the adrenaline must have remained because you want to do something about the fact that, for all the time you’ve known Josh, you’ve never once tried flirting back.

Your fingers tightened around his forearm, noting the musculature present underneath his tan skin. You hadn’t realized how strong he had gotten. “Y’know, Josh,” you started.

“Yeah?” he breathed. He can feel your hand flex underneath his palm as you stroke your thumb along his arm with gentle swipes.

It was scary to even hint at how much you were feeling him right then, but you pushed through. “Maybe, I just like touching you,” you offered, “Scared or not.”

He exhaled unevenly, seemingly going to great lengths to keep himself still. It was new, to feel like your words had weight, for them to be the reason his gaze felt so heavy as he raked it over your body. The interaction felt dangerous but exciting; you didn’t want to shy away anymore.

“Josh!” Chris’ voice reverberated through the lodge.

“I really am gonna kill him,” you muttered. Josh let his arm drop back to its place by his side. 

“Get in line,” he said, which earned a giggle from you.

Another call from Chris, “Where are you, bro? Ashley’s here. C’mon, it’s Ouija board time!”

Josh shook his head, “I…I should go, I can’t leave them hanging.”

“You sure you don't want to stay?” you asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes. It’s funny, how you were just running away from him and were now trying to keep him from leaving.

He stiffened, seemingly weighing his options in his mind. His hesitation made you smile, you liked having an influence over him. 

But it was not enough, because he relaxed into his typical playful energy, saying, “Unfortunately, I’m already tied up. I’ve got big plans for those two tonight.” 

You frown, “Yeah, I bet the Ouija board madness will be one for the books.”

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” he replied. Then he continued more earnestly, “But maybe we can hang out later? Finish our conversation?” 

You pressed your lips together; you didn’t want to wait. However, it was probably for the better, if you were to have Josh, you would want it without interruptions.

“Okay, let’s talk later,” you agreed. He nodded, stepping back to go join Chris, but, before he could, you grabbed his shoulder and pushed yourself up on your toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek. It was quick and impulsive, but for some reason, you felt that if you hadn’t done it then, you wouldn’t get the chance in the future. 

“Later, then,” he said, a soft smile spreading across his face. He turned and walked back to find Chris, leaving you standing all alone in the long hallway, longing for more.

So now you lie spread out on a quilt atop the guest room bed, head spinning as you relive your conversations with Josh. You should’ve invited him in; the want pulsing through the veins in your body wouldn’t be so hard to manage if you did. But to deal with Chris and the teasing that would have ensued from your ruthless friend group wouldn’t be much fun either.

Your arms wrap around your sides, hugging yourself as you think about being down in the basement with him, how his voice lowered when he spoke more seriously about his feelings, how you could feel the waves of heat radiating off his body despite the area’s chilled atmosphere. You’ve never had him that close to you before; the closest you’ve ever been was when he dared you to go on the Ferris wheel at a local fair with him, claiming you were too chicken to do it, and the small cart forced you to sit hip-to-hip as he laughed and you bit back your terror.

The memory makes you realize how long you’ve wanted this for. How long you’ve stifled your feelings, your attraction, your desire. Now that it’s happening, knowing that he feels the same way, it’s hard to hold back. 

The cold winter storm outside does little to hinder the warmth dripping down your stomach like honey as, for the first time, you let yourself wonder what would have happened if it went further, wish it went further. 

Your hands travel down to the waistband of your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them. You’re aching right now; you just want to feel better.

Only, though you don’t know it, there’s a camera in your room. And through its lens, there’s someone who’s watching.

Josh removes his skull-like mask so he can get a better look at the footage in front of him. He had come down to his hide-out in the basement, intending to electronically lock the gates around the lodge so he can continue enacting his revenge, but something on one of the multiple television screens stacked atop his desk drew his attention.

Even if the recording is black and white and somewhat obscured by pixelation, there’s no doubt that it’s you, sprawled out over one of the guest beds, pulling off your pants and bringing your hands down between your thighs. 

Josh looks behind him, feeling like he shouldn’t be seeing this, but returns his gaze to the screen anyway, eyes widening as you begin to touch yourself, running your fingertips atop the soaked gusset of your underwear. Your head falls back onto one of the pillows lined up along the bed’s wooden headboard, eyes shut in bliss at long-awaited contact. 

Josh steps forward, locks whatever gate he no longer really cares for, and turns his full attention to the glowing screen. He had the strength to refuse you earlier, though not without difficulty, especially after you kissed him, but that resource has since been depleted as he’s unable tear himself away from the tv, completely entranced. He has other things he should be doing, things he’s been planning for a year now, but he just can’t. 

Your eyebrows are pressed together and your mouth slightly ajar as you begin to enjoy the feeling of your fingers, falling into a sensual, pleasurable rhythm. A slight rush of air escapes Josh’s lips as his body heats up, reminiscent of when he was pushed up against you in the basement. He found it hard to focus on his words with the way your body felt so soft underneath his hands. He can only imagine what it would be like if he were with you now, feeling your hot skin against his. He wonders if you’re imagining the same, wonders if that’s what’s getting you off, the fantasy of it being his fingers stroking the wet fabric of your underwear, making you jolt and twitch under his touch.

Josh isn’t sure when he got hard, maybe he has been this whole time, but what he knows now is that his erection is starting to ache. His gaze doesn’t falter from your body and its movements as his gloved hand travels downwards so he can palm himself through his overalls, desperate to relieve even just a fraction of the desire thrumming through his body.

He groans when you tug off your underwear, exposing yourself fully. You bring your hands to your soaked folds, touch now unobstructed by cloth, and start to draw slow circles on your clit.

Oh, you really like that. Josh drinks in every detail, intent on knowing how you like to be touched so he can burn into his memory. It’s an intimate moment, that you and Josh are both pleasuring yourselves together, even if you don’t know you’re sharing it. 

You twist and turn on the bed, your free hand gripping the sheets beneath you as your fingers pick up in speed, applying more pressure to your sensitive clit. Though, that hand only stays tangled in the sheets for a moment, finding a better use pressed against your open mouth in a half-hearted attempt to muffle your sweet pants and moans. 

Josh wonders if you’re hoping he’ll hear you and come in to catch you in the act; the thought has his hips bucking into the surface of his gloved hand, finding just friction to be unsatisfactory. 

Then you break him, because as you’re running your fingertips along your glistening folds, you mouth his name. Josh. It’s undeniable now, you’re touching yourself while thinking of him.

He should be focusing on the prank, his revenge, everything he’s worked so hard to do, but all he can feel is the urge to fuck his fist at the sight of you purring his name. 

He peels off his overalls, letting them fall by his boots, and unzips his dark jeans so he can pull out his dick, wrapping his hand around it. It’s hot to the touch and leaking pre-cum, no doubt a product of the strenuous sexual tension underlying your conversations. He begins to run his hand along his length, the extent of his own arousal making him shudder from the movement. 

His forearm is covered in veins that travel underneath his skin like lightning, and as he pumps his needy cock, they stretch and bulge with his movements. Not so long ago, your hand rested on the same forearm that flexes as Josh fucks himself. He can feel it now, phantom grazes of your delicate fingers tracing his veins as he drives his dick through the tight grasp of his hand. Oh, how he wants you to be there, for you to be the one touching him.

He crumples forward, a single arm pressed against the table’s edge as his only means of support. God, the desire is eating him alive.

He should have just taken you when you were down in the basement. Pulled you into him and pressed his lips to yours, creepy sound be damned.

You’d be flustered of course, and probably try to act like you didn’t know what happened, all despite the fact that he knows you’d kiss him back with equal passion. You try to act tough, but he can tell that his little comments get you hot. Josh knew you were going to crack at some point, and the way you’re writhing around on a bed in his lodge proves him right.

If only you weren’t so damn stubborn about hiding your feelings. It’s been so obvious that you’re into him, with your bashful smiles or secret glances you don’t think he catches, but, at every opportunity he’s tried to give you, you shy away.

He should teach you a lesson for your coy attitude, you need to learn that being direct with him is what’s best. He contemplates going to find you in the guest room and fucking your brains out, it would show you how much you’ve been missing by being shy. 

Though, Josh likes the idea of punishing you more. He’d like to get his revenge on you for prolonging his frustrating and tortuous weeks of pining after you, trying to get it into your head how much he liked you. 

If he were to have his way, he would edge you, get you so close that you’re whining his name, pleading for your release, and then watch your expression turn when he withholds it from you. Maybe he’d earn a cute pout, or even better, you’d beg for him to continue. Josh curls into himself, his movements faster and sloppier, desire running rampant through his body.

He watches you sink a finger into your soaked entrance, seeking to relieve the painful emptiness of your canal. Josh wonders if it’s enough. The desperate roll of your hips as you try to push your finger deeper tells him it’s not, that you need more—that you need him. He watches you pause for a second, a cute frown on your lips, as you come to the same realization he has: it’ll never be enough if it’s not him. Josh exhales sharply, exalted.

You still try your hardest, though you can’t be blamed for the fruitless effort with your head so dizzy from lust. You push your finger in and out of your wet vagina as your other hand stimulates your clit, though awkwardly. It would be so much easier—feel so much better—if he were with you.

Josh sees no need to punish you for the heartache you put him through anymore, you’re doing it yourself right now, working so hard despite the fact that you’re unable to get yourself over the edge. He likes that you’re probably longing for him right now, wishing he were there to make you feel good.

It might be his sadistic side, or the fact that he feels needed, that does it for him, but your struggle gets Josh to his limit, his hand gripping onto the side of the table as he bucks his hips into his dripping hand. With a sloppy pump, he comes, white ropes shooting out as he presses his eyes shut in utter bliss. He seriously considers that you could turn into an obsession of his, if you haven’t already. 

Josh takes a deep breath, trying to calm his uneven breathing, and realizes you’ve given up on getting yourself off, redressing yourself while dissatisfaction mars your pretty face. He feels bad for a second, wanting to make you feel better, but his eyes flick to another screen to realize Chris is waking up from the sleeping gas, meaning Josh is short on time if he wants to fake his own death. 

He cleans himself off, redresses, and after one last look at the screen, he leaves.

He’ll deal with you later. 

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It was my birthday not too long ago. 👀 Lol

♫ It’s my birthday and I can post naughty previews if I want to~ ♫

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I just wanted to draw boobs. 🧍🏾‍♀️

More here.

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Wait... I just had a thought...

The boys cheeks scales imprinting on your thighs cause you squeezed so hard while they were down there.

And then you not noticing until one of the other brothers teasingly point it out afterwards when you're getting a drink of water.

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Sex stuff you probably won’t learn from fanfiction and/or porn:

Erotic fic and porn can be a lot of fun! But if you aren’t being provided with adequate sex ed through other channels (comprehensive sexual education, frank and open discussions with trusted adults, etc.), turning to fanfic and porn for your understanding of sex is gonna leave some major blindspots and may leave you with some unrealistic expectations. While there’s nothing wrong with these kinds of erotica, they are fictional and tend to leave out a lot of the more realistic, human parts of sex - they serve a great purpose, but that purpose isn’t primarily educational. The following is an incomplete list of some things you should probably know about sex that a lot of fic and porn tends to leave out:

It isn’t always super hot or super sweet. Sometimes it’s super silly. Or sometimes it’s sort of mundane and you’re both simply scratching an itch. That’s fine too. (Hell, sometimes you’re talking about comic books while boning and your partner is laughing that you’re getting REALLY ANGRY about spider-man while they’re going to town on you.)

You will probably not climax at the same moment. It’s a sweet idea, but extremely hard to coordinate, and if all your concentration is going into coming at the exact same moment, you’re probably not enjoying yourselves as much as you might. 

Sometimes bodies make weird, goofy noises. Squelching, slapping, air-escaping, un-sexy noises. It’s okay to laugh at this. 

Hell, it’s okay to laugh during sex in general.

Sometimes you fart. Sometimes you fart while someone is going down on you and it is embarrassing as hell. This isn’t the end of the world. Embarrassing body things happen. Heck, sometimes, with anal, there’s a little poo. You get over it.

Sometimes sex is… kinda bad? This doesn’t mean it’s assault, or something traumatic – sometimes it’s consensual but just kinda bleh and not what you hoped for. The best thing to do (if you’re talking about sex with a partner and not just a hook up who you can not call back) is talk to them about it. Figure out what went wrong, what you enjoy and what you don’t, and communicate what techniques you do and don’t like. Also don’t be afraid to stop someone in the middle of the sex act you’re not enjoying and offer guidance on how to help make it good for you too. (Side tip: masturbation makes great research into what you personally do and don’t enjoy sexually)

You won’t enjoy every sex act. Not every body is wired to find every thing pleasurable. You might find anal does nothing for you. You may find g-spot stimulation just makes you really anxious that you’re about to pee. You may not enjoy giving or receiving oral. You’re not broken if you don’t like something that every pornstar or smutty fanfic protagonist seems to have earth-shattering orgasms from. Everyone’s got nerve endings in a range of places – it’s quite literally, different strokes for different folks.

On that note, not all orgasms are earth-shattering. Sometimes it just feels warm and nice. That’s fine too. 

Sometimes, if you’re neutral on a sex act and your partner loves it, you can suck it up for them, and they’ll suck up something they’re not crazy about for your pleasure in return. But communicate preferences with each other! Know that when a partner does that thing you love that they don’t get much from, that it’s an act of care, and vice versa. 

Falling asleep in each other’s arms right after wild passionate sex seems really romantic, but dried and crusty fluids are gonna be a bitch in the morning. Also, after sex, you should both (regardless of your equipment) go pee to clear out the urethra of any gunk or bacteria to reduce risk of a UTI. 

Putting a towel down on the bed before sex means you don’t have to sleep on wet funky sheets. (it’s also verrrrrry useful for period sex if you or your partner menstruate.)

A lot of people don’t like dirty talk, or rough sex. Always ask first. (Fanfic on the whole does a better job than porn at showing communication, but a lot of it is still highly fictive on this point)

PROTECTION PROTECTION PROTECTION. Use condoms, dental dams, etc. not just to prevent pregnancy, but to reduce risk of STIs. (Yes, even couples with the same genitals who don’t need to worry about pregnancy).

Lube is great and very important, but random goopy things around you are not good lube. Random oils especially, since oil doesn’t flush out well and can trap bacteria inside the body – oil-based lubricant also degrades condoms. Use lube specifically designed for intimate purposes. Water-based and silicone-based lubes help sex feel really good!

Bigger isn’t necessarily better. A lot of people with vaginas don’t enjoy the feeling of being repeatedly punched in the cervix by a monster cock. Some people enjoy a larger size when being penetrated by an appendage or toy and some don’t.

Bodies are hairy. Genitals are hairy. You may get a pube stuck in your teeth at some point. If your partner is WAY fuzzier than porn ever led you to believe they’d be, well, that’s normal. 

Not everyone loves the taste of ejaculate. Sometimes it’s nasty (flavor tends to vary from person to person depending on their diet, but sometimes you just really don’t like it no matter what. Some of us hate the taste of peanut butter. People don’t always like things). It’s okay not to swallow, or to request a penis-having partner warn you so they don’t ejaculate in your mouth (in fact, it’s polite for them to do the latter). 

If you’re gonna have shower sex, get one of those rubbery mats for the shower floor that gives you traction, because otherwise it’s super embarrassing to call for an ambulance while dripping wet and naked because you slipped and accidentally broke something and your partner got a concussion while you were trying to bang in the shower. 

Moaning and screaming wildly during sex is fun but it will make the neighbors in the apartments adjacent to you hate you. Make choices accordingly. 

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For Ghosts biggest fan~ 🖤

I. Oh lord. Mermie what did I do to have this grace my ask box this afternoon /pos

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With the rise in horror/villain themed ROTTMNT content, this is probably a good time for me to post my Ghosttwins fic.

YOU CAN READ 'GHOSTS' HERE

A ROTTMNT x Reader loosely inspired by the 1996 Scream

Pair: Donatello & Leonardo x Reader

EXPLICIT WARNING!! ABSOLUTELY NOT FOR MINORS!!

All Characters Depicited Are Adults

Content/Trigger Warnings: Murder/Blood & Gore/Yandere Turtles/Smut/Non-Con

Word Count: 20k / 4 Chapters

I hope ya'll like it~ 🖤

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Does this count as yandere content... idk man. I don't usually like making the boys bad guys, but... something took hold of me for this one. No specific iteration or turtle but I did write with rise!Donnie in mind

Cws: non con, somno, mention of drugs, possessive thoughts/actions, and I'm warning you once again that the turtle is a bad person here please do not read if these cws are upsetting to you please please please

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You're asleep now, he thinks. Lying on his bed, with your arms resting above you and the bottom of your shirt riding up. You'd gotten comfortable and taken your bra off, and he's suddenly very aware of how cold it must be in here for you.

This isn't the first time you've gotten high and passed out in his bed. It almost certainly won't be the last, either. I just feel safe when I'm with you, you'd told him earlier. I know nothing bad can happen if you're around.

He can't look away from the strip of skin peeking between the bottom of your shirt and the waistband of your shorts. Your skin is soft everywhere, but especially on your stomach. And your thighs. And your-

God, you're beautiful.

When he carefully pulls your shirt up, he has to take a moment to stare. Such pretty tits. Pretty everything. He watches as your chest rises and falls with each breath, as the cold air makes your skin prickle with goosebumps, then ghosts his fingers over your nipples. Just enough to tease before palming at them. Squeezing, leaning down to nuzzle between your breasts, to kiss and suck and lick where no one else can.

Fuck, you're so soft.

Pinching one nipple lightly and biting gently at the other pulls a short, high-pitched sound from your throat. Makes your breath stutter. Still, you don't wake. You never do. Such a pretty little thing, with pretty little sounds. So pretty. Sweet. Trusting. When he rests his head against the valley between your breasts, he can feel the way your heart flutters.

He loves this. Getting to explore at his own pace. Trailing his hands up and down your sides. Squeezing at your hips as he presses light kisses over your stomach. Pulling your shorts and panties off, pressing his snout against your heat and breathing in before finding your clit with his tongue.

You're already a little wet from him playing with your nipples, but it doesn't take long to get you soaking. You like this. Even if you don't know that yet.

It's okay. He'll teach you. One day.

He reaches down and pushes his fingers inside himself, massaging and probing while he tastes you. Grinding onto his own hand while he laps at your slick. Flicking his tongue over your clit, pushing the fingers of his free hand inside of you and working you open in the same way that he's working himself. Your hips keep making tiny, aborted movements, and he can hear the way your breaths have quickened.

It's a beautiful thing to witness when you come. Your muscles tensing, your breath shuddering. That low, broken moan that's become his favorite sound in the world. He drops to its melody, quickly shifting so he can line himself up and push inside of you.

A lot of the time you don't even react, your slumber too deep, but tonight. Tonight he sees your breath hitch and your brow crease and, fuck, you're so pretty. So pretty on his cock, especially when you look like this. A little like it hurts, a little little it soothes.

A whimper escapes your throat when he starts to move. You're responsive tonight, he notes. He was a bit fast this time, to be fair, but… god, just look at you. It's hard to be patient when he knows how pretty and soft you are under those clothes, when he knows how fucking good you feel. Your tight, wet warmth making his nerves light up and his thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind. He can't believe he gets to experience this - and so often, too.

He's so glad that you trust him.

Long, slow thrusts turn into something a little faster, a little rougher. He watches you beneath him, your tits bouncing with each jerk of his hips, and fuck you're perfect. He could rut into you for hours - and has - but he lets himself reach that high, lets himself spill inside of you. Maybe this time it will take, and everyone will know how good he fucked you. Everyone will see you carrying his child, and they'll know that you belong to him.

Not possible. Incompatible DNA, he knows, but it's a nice lie to indulge in from time to time.

He rests inside of you until he can't anymore, until his cock slips back inside himself. After a quick trip to the bathroom, it doesn't take long to clean you up. Put your clothes back in place and tuck you under the covers. Under his covers. In his bed.

One day everyone will know that you belong to him. One day you'll know that you belong to him.

For now, though. For now he's okay with it being his secret.

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Nsfw~ (Kiddies keep it pushing 🔞‼️)

Rainbow Condon Challenge 🌈

Did she make it? Find out SubStar! ($5 a month for the NSFW tier! Link below~)

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Looking through my NSFT work and these are harmless enough to post (I hope, lmao...)

These were from my Patreon last July. Wedding Night was the theme.

NSFT versions (basically just some ass and tiddies) below the cut.

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In relation to the Rise/TMNT fandom, I've been thinking on this for a while but....

Can we as a group make our own tag for essentially NSFW/Dead Dove TMNT content? One that doesn't actually involve the abbreviations for TMNT or anything related to TMNT?

I know it may seem a bit counterproductive, but I think it might be good for the community. That way we can more easily find others who are okay with this kind of content, and wont have to risk tagging our stuff with the nomal tags and possibly getting harassed over it.

IDK just a thought...

I too wanna share stuff but am also overwhelmed by the idea of the wrong people seeing it.

Glad you deleted Test Subjects. Felt like you were fetishizing and invalidating victims of sa

I’ve been honestly ignoring them but honestly kinda had enough of it.

I was going to address why I took that fic down and also, thanks for naming it. Very nice of you. Fuck it. I’ll address it here and now:

I was pulling from my own experience of being groomed and sexually assaulted when I was 14. I was putting how I felt and what horror I went through during that situation. This was a personal project I wanted to share and write. So good job on insulting a victim

I was going to be much. And I mean MUCH harsher in my response. But I’m going to say this:

If you see media regardless being fan made or original works and it has dark topics with CONTENT WARNINGS AND TAGS and you go past those barriers and GET MAD IT EXISTS. That’s a YOU problem. Not MY fault you got upset that you lack the comprehension of understanding media literacy.

Legit shit like this is why I’m excited but hesitant to release Eliot’s story. Oh no I’m tackling known information ‘bout Eliot’s childhood.

That’s all I’m gonna say, watch this video. It’s a good video on the topic of not looking at media at face value thanks

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I love your writing so much and how you write the turtle just ugh ♥️ So I’ve been in my very angsty mood lately so I’m thinking of Raphael x F!reader? If you don’t mind?

The reader is a anti-hero type of character doesn’t feel like a good influence on Raph who is more of the hero type. Especially since his family are against the relationship because of the reader’s morals so they have her second guessing herself. Raphael disagrees with his family and is a stubborn mofo as usual. Lmao

"Why are you running? Why is it that every time I get close to you, you take off? What are you so scared of?"

"I'm going to kiss you. Okay? Just...just let me kiss you."

Listen I’m having a heart attack at having you in my inbox because I’m a HUGE HUGE fan of yours and like yeah, no pressure, I’m fine, I’m alright,

Rated Mature (suggestive themes)

There were many instances where you could feel Leo burning a hole through the back of your head, the grimace he sported the second he could spot you out on the open was enough to make your eyes roll. You knew having him be anything but pissy wasn’t going to be an option when Raph had told you about him.

The tallest one wasn’t any different, he was subtle sure but you’ve changed enough cellphones in 3 months just paranoid over being tapped. He observed, calculated, probably thought up of ways of his own to sabotage.

The youngest seemed stuck between feeling joy for his older brother but the worry was there, the second guessing resonated in his blue eyes whenever you rode up in your motorcycle looking a little worse for wear. What had you been doing the week you’d gone radio silent? Why could he smell blood on you? Why were your knuckles so bruised?

It was natural for Raphael’s family to want to shield him, Splinter especially, it was normal that you came from the proverbial wrong side of the tracks.

But couldn’t they see?

You cared for him, deeply. Wanted him, desired him, he made the bullshit somehow fade away.

But those cold gazes, the ironic judgment they held the second Raph ran off towards you, you could picture it.

So when Raph ran, so did you.

Somehow keeping a step away to his forward steps.

Because now whenever he reached out you felt a twinge of unworthiness at his touch.

Because maybe you were as bad as they thought you were, maybe you were a bad influence, something sent to break him apart and condemn.

You wrist hurt from holding onto the throttle, the ride back into the city an all too familiar one. You could feel your phone vibrate in the inside pocket of your jacket and while could guess, you tried to ignore it.

Maybe it due time to quietly slip away, Raph was good, he was a genuinely good man who stood for what he did. Why corrupted him (were you?) why give this a death sentence? (Was it?) why hurt yourself more? (Will it hurt more when you leave?)

You pulled into the subterranean garage of the apartment building you’d taken up residence in. You walked the bike towards the spot and sighed. Your hands were shaking, vibrating from the buzzing of the night ride.

“Ya planning on just never answering?” It came from the shadows, the deep baritone you often heard in your brain at all hours of the day.

Raph stepped out of the dark corner of the garage with a tension in his shoulders that must’ve ached. Taking off your helmet and setting it on the bike, you watched from your tousled locks at a man you found peace in.

Leaving peace behind wouldn’t be easy.

“It was a busy night, came back into the city just now.” You kept your gaze adverted, anywhere where it wouldn’t hurt to see worries green eyes staring back.

“It’s been a week, kid…what’s going on?” What did I do?

Was all you could hear deep within the swallowing of his throat.

“Nothing, had a job, did the job, took longer.” You hated how dry you sounded, sandpaper words that could damage those scales of his.

When Raph took a step to greet you, touch you, you took a small one back.

When you chanced a look at him, well it was easier to eat glass than watch that look.

“Raph—“

“Why are you running? Why is it that every time I get close to you, you take off? What are you so scared of?” He was close now, a large mitt reaching for your chin, gently oh so painfully gently caressing the outline of your jaw. You looked up, eyes shaky from finding any way to let him go, to push him away.

“You know why—“

He didn’t let you finish again.

“I don’t fucking care, this is what I want, you, I want you.” He cupped your cheek, small and vulnerable against his large palm.

You drowned in the possibility of leaving him, so when you remained silent, didn’t say anything, Raph leaned down.

“I’m going to kiss you. Okay? Just…Just let me kiss you.” The need in his voice, the want so visceral it made you feel it all the same.

When Raph’s lips met yours, for those little moments you allowed yourself the luxury of greed.

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so you've caught yourself a turtle

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DATING THE BAYVERSE BOYS The Good, The Bad, The Ugly, and The Sexy

Authors Note: In my TMNT phase hardcore right now and I thought… I wanna share my headcanons for dating the the Bayverse Ninja Turtles!! 😋 Mostly under the cut because of mature themes/ideas. Hope you like ‘em! Also, small thanks to @seafoamtaffy for helping me out with a few of Leonardos! 💙

Disclaimer: All characters depicted are 20+

Warnings: Mature/sexual themes, NSFW mentions, mature language. MINORS DNI

MICHELANGELO 

The good:

The master of positive encouragement/reinforcement. This boy builds you up like no other! It’s almost impossible to think bad of yourself around him.

Lots of physical affection, especially PDA. (As public as it can be living a life in the shadows) Loves kissing you, holding your hands, cuddling. No shame around his brothers, father, or April and Casey.

Would graffiti random buildings, subway cars, and trains in your name or with symbols that represent your love.

Food is his love language. Not a fantastic cook, but he can follow instructions and he’d try making your favorite meal for special events like your birthday, Valentines, anniversaries, or when you had a bad week. He’d also spoil you with your favorite snacks and sweets whenever he has the means to do so.

Would serenade you a lot, and makes playlists for you. They’d consist of songs he thinks you would like, and songs that reminded him of you and your relationship with him.

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DATING THE RISE BOYS The Good, The Bad, The Ugly, and The Sexy

Authors Note: First of all, I have to say thank you so much for 800+ notes on my Dating the Bayverse Boys headcanons!!! 😭❤💜🧡💙 I seriously never expected for them to get that much attention, but I’m glad you liked them!! Thanks for all the kind comments/tags/and messages!

I’ll have some more author notes at the end, but for now, onto the headcanons!! 🥳

Disclaimer: All characters depicted are 20+

Warnings: Mature/sexual themes, NSFW mentions, mature language. MINORS DNI

RAPHAEL

The good:

There is not and never will be a shortage of hugs from this guy. Regardless if the two of you are currently fighting; the moment you ask for some physical affection he’s willing to give it to ya. And even with all his spikes, his embrace is surprisingly gentle and comforting.

If there are any prizes you want at Albeartoland, Raphael is winning them for you. Even if you choose a certain, nightmare inducing, but cuddly stuffed rabbit, he will face his fears and get it for you. (But do not expect to bring her into bed or anywhere near the two of you. She stays at your residence and your residence only.)

Raph is the kind of boyfriend where you can steal his hoodies and actually get away with it. Sure, clothes in his size is hard to come by (and make for that matter), but if it’s keeping you warm and you feel comfortable in it, then he doesn’t mind. Plus, when he does get them back, your scent has seeped into the fabric, and he loves that.

When you are relaxing together, he’s gotta be laying in your lap. Raphael wants to be the little spoon so bad, but unfortunately, he can’t be with his shell… So, you make up for it by cradling him between your legs and thighs, and he knows exactly how to distribute his weight so he doesn’t end up hurting you.

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On the Floor

Pair: Azumane Asahi x F!Plus Sized Reader

Premise: You made the mistake of purchasing an outfit online and of course, it didn't fit. Luckily, you had a good friend who was into Apparel Design, and into you. (:

Word Count: 7.6k

Rating: 18+/NSFW/ Explicit Smut

Content/Trigger Warnings:

Fat shaming / Fat Phobia

Self-deprecation

Unprotected sex

Sexual Content: Minor Katoptronophilia/ Fondling/ Titty Fucking/ Blow Job/ Cunnilingus/ Fingering/ Vaginal Sex

Authors Notes: Hi! This is pretty much my first time publishing fanfiction of any sort, so please be nice. LOL!! Sorry for it being so long! (I can never seem to stay short, hahaha...) Also, the setting for this story pretty much follows the canon of Haikyuu, except in college. I hope you enjoy it! <3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

The thing that made you different from other girls was… You were plus sized. It didn’t bother you in the comfort of your own home, family and friends; but being plus-sized in Japan was (no pun intended) a big deal. The average BMI for Japanese women is 22.5, but even being a normal weight bordered “fat.” And whether you liked it or not, your weight was everyone’s public opinion in Japan. You’d get comments from your peers, your teachers, co-workers, people on the subways, visiting tourist, to even the homeless. Of course, you had your fair share of bullies because of your weight, but luckily it was mostly just snide remarks.

Most days, it didn’t bother you. Some days, it really fucking hurt.

One day, you were having lunch in the universities court yard by yourself. You had made a cute little bento box stuffed with white rice, marinated radish, karage chicken, fried cabbage and onion, and tamagoyaki on the side. Nothing too extravagant or out of the ordinary for lunch, but that day, you had a couple of assholes who wanted to debate that. They heckled you about how you should cut out the rice and fried foods and eat more vegetables, but suddenly grew quiet when another person approached you.

At the time, you only knew him as Azumane Asahi, fellow classmate in your Apparel Construction class. He had once borrowed a pen from you for taking notes during a lecture. The pen wasn’t anything special, but it was your last pen for the day, so you had made him promise to give it back, and here he was trying to return it. The assholes on the other hand, knew him as, Azumane Asahi, Ace of face breaks. You had heard that ridiculous title once before, but didn’t know how it was connected to Asahi. Apparently, he had earned it by landing spikes in the opposing team players faces, which caused their noses to break and bleed. This had only happened twice, and in different games, but it was enough to make a reputation out of.

It didn’t help that Asahi was tall, and big, and had a suitable amount of facial hair. Those traits combined kind of gave off an intimidating presence, but if you actually knew Aashi, he was far from intimidating. He majored in apparel design, wore a waterfall braid in his hair most days, used a designer brand crossbody bag for his school supplies, and his favorite color was Sangria. Asahi just wasn’t a “face breaker,” but they didn’t know that. They only knew he played on the university’s volleyball team, and that his “kill shot,” nearly meant it sometimes.

Much to yours, and Asahi’s confusion, the assholes left you two be after he had appeared, and from that day forward, you didn’t have much of a problem with bullies.

Asahi was a really good friend. Like, the best.

He was super kind, and sweet, and supportive. He always had encouraging words for you when it came to your work, although he was a bit deprecating to his self. But when you returned those encouraging words to him, his face would brighten with the sweetest smile. You two loved discussing current and future fashion together, and would often turn to one another for opinions on your designs. You got so close that Asahi even invited you to watch him practice playing volleyball once. Only once though.

Nothing bad had happened, and truthfully, Asahi wanted you to come to every practice, but the guys teased him relentlessly when he brought you along. You were excited to meet his teammates, as they were to meet you. Everyone was nice and cordial. Some of them just gave you a simple nod of acknowledgement and went on their way, but two of them in particular kept picking on and prodding at Asahi while you were there.

“Woaaah! Asahi! How’d you bag a cutie like this?” The small, spikey haired one pointed back at you with a thumb.

“Better make this service ace! Your girlfriend’s watching!” The bald one shouted.

Asahi would get noticeably red at their remarks, and would fumble with both his words and actions. The coach would yell at all of them to get back to work, and they’d get back on track momentarily until one of the pair would make another comment and Asahi would get flustered again. You pretended to be studying behind some books from time to time to hide your own blush. Asahi’s girlfriend? You wished.

You had definitely thought about it. A lot actually. Especially after seeing him on the court.

You loved that he was sensitive and soft, but seeing him play volleyball piqued your interest in other areas… When you had class with Asahi, he normally dressed up and he didn’t reveal skin much. But at practice, you were able to see how fit he really was. Now you understood why his title was “Ace of face breaks.” His biceps and forearms were killer. You wondered how he was even able to fit in some of his name brand overcoats with arms like those.

If only he wasn’t wearing a shirt while practicing. Some of the other members hadn’t, but Asahi wore a tank top. You were able to see his pecks through the neck hole, but you were curious to know how cut his abs were. Though it gave you something to pleasant to drift off to when trying to fall asleep. When you slept, you dreamt of him, sweaty and panting from practice. Only for it to move from practice, to your bedroom, to then Asahi grunting and moaning in your vicinity. The dreams were a bit of a tease because you could tell he was doing sexual acts to you, but you could never actually see it being done. You could only see his scrunched-up nose and wrinkled brows as he finished.

Maybe this was because you didn’t actually know the real thing, but God, did you want to. -----------------------------------------------

One day you were mindlessly scrolling on the internet with your laptop. You were supposed to be working on an essay for your English class, which you had been; but after fifteen minutes of work, you had earned time for fucking off. So, you went through your social media tabs, however, nothing exciting was going on anywhere, so you turned to online shopping. You typed in Amazon.com and started looking through your “Explore More” section that was based off your history. You didn’t actually need anything at the moment, this was pure procrastination; but maybe you’d find something of use that could just sit in your cart for the time being.

Lo and behold, you did manage to find something of interest.

It was an article of clothing. A super cute cocktail dress in your favorite color and, most importantly, IN YOUR SIZE. It was too good to be true, but even the model in the preview images looked to be your body shape. You had been wanting something new to wear for special outings. Like, if you had an up-and-coming date with a special someone? Okay, that might not actually happen, but—It was still good for you to get nice clothes and the price was just right! You pressed the “Buy Now,” button, not even bothering to check anything else out, and within a few hours you got an email saying your order had shipped. A wide smile spread across your face as you thought about how it would look on you, and how lucky you were to find it.

It only took two days for the package to arrive, and you opened it as soon as you got your hands on it. You stood in front of a full body mirror and held the dress out in front of you. Without even trying it on it looked like…. It was going to fit? The proportions looked accurate, and the fabric had some stretch to it, so now you were getting real excited. You took a deep breath before throwing off your current outfit to then put the dress on. You got it on without having to struggle or wiggle parts of your body into certain areas, but…

It wasn’t flattering. At all.

Sure, the fabric was soft and smooth, and was able to stretch to fit, but your stomach was protruding. The dress somehow made the model in the preview images look curvaceous, but on you, it made you look boxy. It just wasn’t shaping to your form, or accentuating your most appealing attributes. You tried not to let your face fall as you looked yourself in the mirror, but your body instead slouched in defeat. Of fucking course, it didn’t fit right. How could you be so stupid to trust online shopping? -----------------------------------------------

It was on your mind for the rest of the night which bleed over into the next day. Ugh, just why did you have to get so excited about it? You should’ve known better by now. You scolded yourself internally as you sat in your Apparel Construction class. You were extra cranky because, like a dummy, you skipped out on breakfast that morning. You weren’t going to punish yourself all day by not eating, but you’d be lying if you said that the dress not fitting didn’t make you wanna cut back on some calories. You were so deep in thought that you didn’t even realize class had ended and pretty much everyone had headed out of the room until you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You jumped in your seat and turned to find it was Asahi waiting before you. He flinched at your reaction and smiled awkwardly.

“Aah… Sorry! I just—wasn’t sure if you had realized class was over. Sorry!” He put a hand to the back of his head and bowed.

“What? Ah… N-No! You don’t have to be sorry!” You waved your hands out in front of him. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t realized class was already done with. Thanks for letting me know.” Your cheeks warmed a little and you turned away to pack up your stuff to leave.

“Oh… Um… Are you feeling alright? You, uh—Seemed really concentrated on something. Ah… If you don’t mind me prying?” Asahi stated.

“N-No! No!” You waved him off with your hand. “I’m----- Fine.” You told him, but it took a minute to get out. Clearly Asahi wasn’t buying it as a frown formed on his face and one his of brows raised curiously. “Agh! It’s stupid really! Just—momentarily feeling bad about myself, y’know? Something everyone goes through, so it’s no big deal.” You shook your hands again.

Asahi then pulled out the chair next to you and sat down. “Don’t say that. You’re allowed to feel bad. Don’t dismiss your feelings.” He said with a surprising amount of conviction, soon followed by uncertainty. “Uh… please.” He smiled shyly.

You couldn’t help but to giggle and this made Asahi smile even more.

“You know you can… tell me about it. If you want to?” His brows arched again.

“I just—” You sighed and rested your head against a hand. “I bought this dress online thinking it would fit and it didn’t. It looked bad… Really bad. And it’s just been on my mind all day today cause I was looking forward to having something nice to wear.” You looked down at the table in front of you and started drawing imaginary shapes into it with a finger. “It’s just really difficult for me to find nice clothes and I got too excited.”

“Oh. I see…” Asahi frowned again and his shoulders fell a little. “I’m so sorry.” He said.

“Don’t be!” You shook your head and looked back to him. “It’s not your fault I’m fat.” You shrugged.

“It’s not your fault either—Er! I mean—It’s not a fault that you’re---” Asahi stopped himself immediately.

You laughed knowing that he was trying so hard to not say the word. Honestly you didn’t care if you he did say it. You knew that he didn’t have any malicious intent behind it.

“Fat. You can say it.” You giggled again.

Asahi held up a finger. “I-I would use the word Rubenesque for you, but that’s not what I mean! I mean…. Society is at fault here, not you! All clothing should be size and shape inclusive! So please, don’t think it’s your fault that it didn’t look right.” He clenched his hands into fist as he spoke.

You were surprised he was getting so worked up over this. Also, Rubenesque? You would have to google that later.

“Could I?...” He glanced away in hesitation before looking back to you. “Could I see the dress? Like, do you have a picture of it?” He asked.

Your brows perked curiously. “Uhh… I have the order on my phone.” You said questioningly, but took out your phone anyways. You pulled up the order and handed the phone off to him.

Asahi took the phone into one hand and placed his other hand over his mouth as he stared at the picture. He was quiet for a few seconds before nodding his head and muttering to himself.

“Uh… What?” You asked, not being able to hear him clearly.

Asahi perked up as if he forgot you were there for a moment. He pulled his hand from his mouth. “Oh! Sorry!” He said before passing your phone back to you.

“That’s okay… But what were you thinking?”

“Uuh…” Asahi smiled shyly again and looked off in the distance. “I was thinking…” He put a hand to the back of his neck and rubbed at it. “I can make it work.” He answered.

You blinked in confusion. Again. “Uh… What?”

“Would you?...” He started, still adverting his gaze from yours. “Mind sending me your measurements? Today is Monday… I think I could have it together by Saturday if I get started today.”

Asahi asked for your measurements…... Was he implying that he was going to MAKE YOU A NEW DRESS?

Your face burned hot and your eyes went wide. “Wait! No! Asahi!!” You pushed out your hands again in disagreement. “You—You don’t have to this! It’s fine! Your busy and it’s really not a big deal! Just focus on your own work!” You insisted.

“But this would be my work!” He finally faced you again, determination burning in his eyes. You had never seen a look like this from him before. Ironically… It kind of intimidated you, but in a good way?

All the sudden, the university bell rang, signaling that the hour had change and that you were late for your next class. The two of you shot up from your seats but stared at each other awkwardly, unsure of who was going to say something first. It was Asahi.

“Please, send me your measurements and I’ll have something for you this Saturday! I’ll bring it over to your place!” He said quickly before waving goodbye and that was the end of it.

Asahi wanted your measurements. He was going to make you a new dress, and he was going to come over to your place. This Saturday. You would try it on. Presumably. Just the two of you. In your apartment. Alone. Looking at your body. And how well it fits in a dress, that he made. For you.

Ho-ly shit. -----------------------------------------------

You had spent the whole morning cleaning your apartment. It’s not like it was dirty beforehand, but Asahi was coming over and you wanted things to look nice. It was kind of silly though to do such a deep cleaning considering that he’d probably only spend around thirty minutes at your place. A dress fitting shouldn’t take that long after all. The thought of the dress and Asahi making it for you warmed your cheeks. How did you even get into this situation?

Asahi was a great friend, but you never expected that he’d do something like this for you, but you trusted that he would indeed, make it work. All of the outfits he came up with for school were stunning and always fit perfectly on the models who wore them. You were of course, appreciative and excited that he was doing this for you, but it also made your stomach flutter. In a way, this all meant that Asahi wanted to see you in a dress that he made specifically for you.

A quick squeal of excitement escaped from you as you couldn’t keep yourself from shaking.

“Asahi, what does this mean?” You spoke aloud to yourself.

He answered your question with call from your doorbell. You jumped where you stood, placing a hand on your chest in surprise. Was it that time already? You picked up your phone from the living room coffee table to see what time it was. It was 4:48pm, and Asahi had sent you a text about thirty minutes ago saying he was on his way. You scolded yourself internally for having your phone on vibrate and shook off your nerves. Deep breath. You told yourself before going to the door and opening it.

There Asahi stood with a neatly wrapped gift box in his hand. He smiled at you warmly when your eyes met. “H-Hey!” He said and held the box out for you to take. “Hope I’m not too early. I sent a text…”

“Ah! I know, I’m sorry! I was tidying up a little and forgot that I left my phone on vibrate!” You said, taking the box and stepping aside to let him.

“Oh! You didn’t have to clean up for me!” He said and slowly walked into your place, removing his shoes and leaving them at the entrance.

“Oh, I didn’t. I cleaned for me.” You joked and closed the door behind him. Asahi chuckled in response and moved deeper into your apartment.

He tipped toed around carefully, and gazed in silence as he examined your apartment. It was honestly a bit nerve-wracking now that he was here. Even though you had cleaned thoroughly, you wondered what he thought of your place. Asahi definitely wasn’t the type to judge, but you still wanted his approval. Finally, he turned his attention back to you, cleared his throat and rubbed at the back of his neck.

“You have a lovely home!” He said.

“Pfft-- This isn’t a home. It’s an apartment!” You laughed.

Asahi laughed in return. “Y-You know what I mean! I really like your setup! It’s nice and open!”

“Hahaha… You should see it when cramming for finals. There’s needles, thread, fabric, and paper, everywhere!”

“Oh, yeah. I’m the same way!” Asahi smiled.

“No way you’re messy!”

“I mean, when I have a project I’m working on things get a little chaotic! Haha!”

“Oh,” you frowned. “I hope you don’t have too much to clean up because of me. If you do, let me know and I can come over to help you pick up.”

“Oh! No, no!” Asahi held up his hands. “My place is fine! There’s nothing to worry about!”

“You sure?”

“Yeah! It’s no trouble, I promise!”

“Okaaay…” You said skeptically, but shrugged. “So, uh—” You looked down at the box in your hand then back to Asahi. “I’m uh… Excited to try this on! Should I do it now or do you like, want a drink first?” You smiled a bit shyly.

“Oh! I was thinking—If everything goes well, we could…” Blush started to form on Asahi’s cheeks and he looked down. He shoved his hands into his pants pockets and rocked on the heels of his feet. “If you want, of course we don’t have to! But uh…”

You raised your brows curiously at him. Sometimes it was challenging to wait for Asahi to get to the point.

“I was thinking we could… uh… go out for dinner if you are feeling up for it?” Asahi’s eyes quickly flicked to yours. His cheeks were now burning bright.

Your felt a twinge of excitement in your heart and your face was heating as well. Asahi just asked you out!

“Uh.. Ye-Yeah!” You swallowed the excitement bubbling up in your throat. “That sounds like a great idea! Hahaa…” You giggled nervously.

“Oh! Uh! Great!” Asahi perked up and laughed too.

The two of you just stared at each other with wide smiles on your faces for what seemed like an eternity. Asahi really did just ask you out! You were going on a date after this! You had to be dreaming, but even so, you didn’t care! In this dream, Asahi liked you. It was a dream come true.Finally, you broke the gaze when your just couldn’t hold back your embarrassment anymore. It was a good embarrassment though. Your eyes fluttered down and away from Asahi to the box. What a blessing in disguise this dress was!

“Okay, um—I’m gonna go try this on now!” You said, smiling hard. You couldn’t hide the damn excitement from your face.

“O-okay!” Asahi nodded. You could tell that he was trying not to smile too widely, but the shine in his eyes gave it away. He was excited too.

You quickly left to your room to change. As you were pulling the dress on you could already tell that, things were different. Every part of the dress went on smooth. It felt like you were being draped in velvet; the fabric fitting perfectly to your folds and curves. When you finally had it on, you closed your eyes as you stepped up to your mirror. Even though you felt good in the dress, your mirror would be the ultimate judge. You slowly opened your eyes, starting from the bottom of your feet and looking up. As you scanned over each section of your body your eyes grew wide.

You. Looked. Amazing.  

That was something you never thought about yourself before. Granted, there were times that you thought you looked good or hot, but never “amazing.” That word had a whole different meaning and you never really saw yourself that way. You twist and turned your body in the mirror, looking over your shoulders as you did, not wanting to miss even an inch of the dress. You were simply amazed. Asahi really did make it work. You had to wipe tears from your eyes from how happy you were.

“W-Well?” Asahi called out to you from the living room, his tone sounding concerned.

“Sorry!” You called back to him before exiting your room and appearing before him with a huge smile on your face. You were so happy that you were confident enough to strike a pose when presenting to him.

Asahi’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open at the sight of you. “Y-You… Look amazing!” He said, blushing again but he didn’t try to hide it.

“I know!” You jumped over to him excitedly and threw your arms around him, squeezing him into a tight hug. “Asahi, thank you so much!!” You cried.

It took Asahi by surprise when you hugged him, and he was hesitant to do anything at first, but after a few seconds he wrapped his arms around you, returning the hug. “You’re so very welcome, but it was my pleasure!” He pulled back from you to look you up and down once more. His intrigued eyes making you blush again. “I’m just happy it looks so good on you!” He emphasized his words.

It felt good to hear Asahi speak so clear and confidently. It meant that he really did think that you looked so good, and that made you feel a certain way. You put a soft hand to Asahi’s cheek and gazed deeply into his sweet brown eyes. He looked back at you with a tenderness that reassured your next move. You then placed both of your hands to his head and pulled yourself into to him, for a kiss.

He didn’t pull away.

For a man, his lips were surprisingly soft and warm. It was Asahi you were talking about though; he took care of himself better than most men, but still! You’d give him those points! He took you by surprise when he reciprocated your kiss with another…and then another… All the sudden it went from a kiss to a full blown make out session and neither of you cared to stop. Your lips enveloped one another’s over and over until Asahi’s tongue forced its way into your mouth, which you weren’t expecting.

You hitched and pulled back abruptly.

A small gasp escaped Asahi and he pulled back too. Actually, he held you at arm’s length, like he was suddenly aware of what he was doing. “I’m sorry! I—”

“N-No! It’s okay!” You cut him off. “I just…” You smiled a little mischievously and blushed. “I just wasn’t expecting that from you.”

“O-Oh!...” Asahi chuckled nervously and dropped his hands, only to bring one to his neck. “Is… Is that a bad thing or good thing?”

“It’s a good thing.” You giggled.

Asahi smiled and his chest puffed out.  

You smiled again but adverted your eyes from him. “You know… I’m very thankful that you made this dress for me, but—” You hesitated.

Asahi’s face fell into a frown. “But?” He echoed.

“It… It could look better in one area.” You said and peeked up at him. He was looking incredulous; it was actually kind of funny. You giggled once more. “Like, on the floor?” You finished.

Asahi stared at you with furrowed brows. “Uh…. On the floor?” He parroted you again.

“Yeah… Like at the foot of my bed.” You gave him a knowing look, hoping that would help clue it together for him. It must have, because his face turned beat red and he had to look away. He put his hands on your body again. This time, clenching your shoulders.

He swallowed hard and cleared his throat before stuttering out. “I—I agree.” He nodded.

You smiled satisfactorily at him, even though he still wasn’t able to look at you. “Should we… skip dinner then?” You cocked your head questioningly.

Asahi was quiet for a moment before finally looking back to you with a knowing look. “There’s… other things I could eat.” He said.

Now you swallowed hard. -----------------------------------------------

You pulled him along to your bedroom by his hand. The two of you were silent for the short distance, but your heart was pounding in your ears. You were somewhat regretting initiating this, but at the same time you were floored it was even happening in the first place. You were brought out of your thoughts when Asahi stopped in his place, causing you to lightly stumble forward. You looked back at him with skeptical eyes. He didn’t want to go back on this, did he?

You found his attention was caught by your full body mirror. The two of you stared at your own reflections, still in silence. You couldn’t help but to think how attractive you looked, but Asahi as well. He came prepared. Maybe not for this situation exactly, but he was dressed up for you and that made your heart warm. All the sudden Asahi reached out to you, still looking into the mirror and pulling you close to him. He caught you off guard but you didn’t resist him. He leaned closer into your body, pressing himself up against your back and resting his head against yours. You now stared into the hungry eyes of his refection, still not saying a word but baring blush.

It was then that one of Asahi’s hand started to creep upwards you body and landing itself on one of your breast. He lightly palmed it in a circular motion a few times before giving it a soft squeeze. He then slid that same hand into the top of your dress, fishing out your breast and putting it on display for the mirror. He squeezed it again, this time a bit harder and rubbed your nipple between his fingers. The act sent a shudder of pleasure through your body, and you braced yourself against him, holding on to one of his thighs with your hand.

Asahi had completely pulled down the top of your dress and was fondling both of your breast now. The two of you watched through the mirror as he squeezed and bounced your boobs in his hands. Asahi stared you down with a ferocity you had never seen before, and it intimidated you, but in the best way. You knew that he was enjoying himself because you could feel an erection growing hard in your back side. You gasped softly when Asahi suddenly pinched and twisted one of your nipples. It was just the right amount of pain to still be pleasurable.  

“Ah-Asahi…” You cried quietly.

A low hum from him came in response. “Your breast… are beautiful.” He said, giving them another squeeze.

 “Ah… Well. I think you’d like them more in another way then.” You replied and pulled away from him. Asahi’s hands floated in the air, as if they were eager to keep touching you. You smiled and took one of his hands into yours again and then pulled him to your bed. You made him lie on his back and you hovered over him. You kissed him first on his lips, then his chin, then his neck, and then trailing down to his chest. You unbuttoned his shirt, and untucked it from his pants as you planted kisses all over his torso, smiling into the kisses as you went over his abs. Eventually you made your way down to his groin. You admired the bulge trying to escape from his jeans for a second before unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down and off him.

Of course, he was wearing satin boxer briefs. Asahi was the bougiest guy you knew, but you loved that about him. A smirk formed from your lips as you pulled his underwear off and his cock sprung out. Your eyes lit up at the sight of it. It was big. Like, almost porn star big. You had a clue it might be, by the way he walked, and having seen a bit of his bulge at volleyball practice, but it was still a pleasant surprise to see it in person. He also did some manscaping, which was nice because you didn’t have to worry about some hairy or sweaty balls. Not that, that had ever crossed your mind with Asahi.

You licked your lips excitedly and pulled out your breast from underneath you and plopped them around Asahi’s cock. Just that motion itself made him twitch and moan.

“F-Fuck…” He breathed.

You couldn’t help but to giggle and smile at him mischievously before planting your mouth over the tip of his head. Asahi let out another deep breath when you did. Pleased, you grabbed both of your breast and squeezed them against his shaft. Rubbing them up and down and bobbing your head in unison over his cock. Your started out easy, only taking a few inches of him into your mouth, but as time went on you grew courageous a tried swallowing as much of him as you could. Asahi moaned loudly when you went deep. One of his hands trembled out to your breast. He knuckled your nipple between his fingers and tugged as you sucked on him. You moaned in response.

“Fuuuck!…” He whined.

Needing a breath of air, you let go of him suddenly, your mouth making a popping noise when his dick left your lips. “Haaah…” You breathed. “H-How am I doing? Do you like this?”

Asahi gave you an incredulous look and chuckled. He placed his other hand to your cheek and rubbed at it softly. “Are you kidding me? This feels amazing! You’re amazing!” He grinned.

A proud little smile formed on your face and you furrowed your brows with determination before going back in. Now you picked up pace. Jiggling your breast against his shaft faster, and sucking on him hard. You lapped your tongue all around his cock, making it nice and slick so it would glide easily against your breast. Asahi would shudder from time to time, and he was no longer playing with your nipples. His fingers now clenched into the blankets of your bed. You could feel his legs shifting and tensing underneath you, indicating that he was getting close to orgasming.

“Ahh.. S-Slow down!” He stuttered. “I’m—I’m gonna cum if you don’t s-slow down!”

And? You thought to yourself.

You squeezed your breast against him even tighter, and pushed his cock down your throat as far as you could. It made you gag, which made Asahi cum. His eyes clenched shut, and his whole body tightened when he came. He moaned loudly as his cock throbbed intensely through the orgasm. Thick warm liquid spurting into your throat. You tried to swallow it all, but the sensation made you gag again, and it dribbled out from your mouth and trickled down onto your breast. You gasped for air, releasing his cock and letting it fall limp against your chest.

He blinked one eye open when he heard you gasp, and he frowned a little, placing a hand to your cheek again. “Aaw.. Sweetheart, are you okay?” He asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

You laughed and wiped at your mouth. “Yeah.” You breathed. “Sweetheart?” You looked at him with doe eyes. You couldn’t help but feel some pride in him calling you by that.

Asahi smiled a little. “Is that okay?” He asked.

“Absolutely.” You beamed and sat up reaching across him and over to your nightstand to grab some tissues to wipe the cum off your breast.

Asahi pushed off of his elbows to sit up in the bed. “Alright…” He exhaled before smiling over at you. “Your turn.”

You raised a brow. “My turn?”

“Yeah! You—You put me out of commission momentarily...” He scratched at his cheek as he glanced down at himself and then back to you. “I need some… uh… sustenance to get my energy back.” He jokingly licked his lips.

“Pfft! Asahi!!” You covered your mouth and tried not to laugh, but a giggle escaped you.

“What?” He laughed too.

“You’re so—It’s just—I wasn’t expecting you to say, or do these kinds of things.” You laughed a little more and blushed. “Specially not to me…”

Asahi sat up fully and scooched closer till he was right next to you. “Oh…” He said, looking down at your body and placing a firm hand on your thigh. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to say and do these things to you.” He breathed.

“Stop…” You said, but of course that was the last thing you wanted. Still, Asahi talking to you and touching you like this made your whole body warm. You had to advert your eyes momentarily as the butterflies you would get from just looking at him were almost too much.

Asahi hummed as he rubbed your leg, sometimes catching your dress. “Hmmm… You know. The fabric I used to make this dress should be able to stretch quite a bit. We can probably keep it on till I’m ready to go again, but your panties must come off.” He said as he stuck his hands underneath the dress and latched onto the waistband of your underwear.

You squeaked and immediately went to stop him by grabbing his forearms. It was silly of you to be embarrassed by this point. Asahi had felt you up in the mirror, and you had titty fucked him only moments ago, but you were still a plus-sized girl. It couldn’t be helped that you were self-conscious of your body, especially when it came to your legs and under-region.

“Really, you don’t have to!” You pleaded.

Asahi looked straight into your eyes, giving you a somewhat disappointed look. “Sweetheart. I’m not doing this because I have to, I’m doing this because I want to. I want you.” He said sternly, but smiled at the end of it. He loosened his grip on your underwear but didn’t let go. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do though, so… tell me if you want me to stop.” His brows arched questioningly.

“I…” Your mouth gaped as the words struggled to come out. Your face was on fire with embarrassment, but so was your cunt. You had dreamt about this so many times, it was ridiculous that you were scared of receiving the real thing. Your body was aching to be kissed by his lips, so how could you say no now? Of course, it was scary because this was your first time with Asahi, but he had already shown you that he was committed and someone you could trust. What other guy would go out of his way to make you a dress after all?

“I… want you…” You said quietly, and let go of his arms.

Asahi smiled and leaned into you to kiss you on your lips. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.” He whispered.

You leaned back and spread your legs a little so he could pull your panties off of you. Once they were off, Asahi gently laid you back on your bed and crawled down below you. Your face was so intensely hot now, and you were too scared to look down at him for the time being. Suddenly you felt a kiss on the inside of one of your thighs, and your leg twitched out of surprise. Asahi peppered kisses along your leg, each kiss building up in intensity as he led to your crotch. Finally, he placed a kiss on your outer walls which made you tense.

“Ah!...” You cried.

Asahi placed his hands on your inner thighs and spread your legs apart slowly as he continued to kiss you. When you were wide enough, he gave your inner walls one long lick of his tongue. You trembled and a moaned escaped you. This must’ve encouraged him, because he picked up the pace then. Licking you down to up a few times and over. He stuck a thumb to your clitoris and rubbed at it as he glided his tongue over your labia’s. The combination made you shudder, more moans escaping you more frequently.

Suddenly you felt your walls being breached. A finger? No two… Three? Asahi said he would be gentle, but through his eagerness he might’ve forgot.

“Ah—Asahi!” You cried out.

You felt him quickly pull out and he lifted up his head with a gasp. “Ah! S-Sorry! Are you okay?” He asked.

You looked up at him and smiled meekly. “Ye-Yeah… You just surprised me that’s all. Please don’t stop.” You answered. Asahi huffed and smiled confidently before going back down.

He started up again by slowly pushing two fingers inside you as dragged his tongue along your clit. You moaned in approval so he carried on. Pushing and pulling his fingers in and out until he felt like you were stretched enough to take another. You were pretty loose at this point, but a third finger made you feel at capacity. He curled the fingers inside of your sporadically as he pushed them in, which sent shocks of pleasure throughout your body. Your legs began to tense as you were revving up for an orgasm.

“Ah! Aaah!...” You whined and grabbed onto his head; clenching fists full of his hair. “Yes, Asahi!”

Asahi hummed in satisfaction as he switched up from licking your clit to sucking on it. This hit the right nerves as you could feel yourself coming close to the edge.

“Ah! R-Right there, Asahi! F-Faster!” You exclaimed and he did as he was told. Sucking harder on your clit and shoving his fingers into you faster. Your legs extended and toes pointed at you were pushed into orgasming. You let out a long whiny scream and tightened your legs around his head. “Asahiii!” You cried out his name as pleasure quaked throughout your body. It was an intense few seconds before it was finally over and your body went limp, legs falling back onto Asahi’s shoulders.

“Haaah!...” You panted for a moment before craning your head up to look at him.

Asahi had already moved his head from your crotch to your stomach. He was lying against it with his eyes closed but a satisfactory smile on his face. He hummed as her rubbed your tummy. “You’re so beautiful…” He cooed.

The sight nearly brought tears to your eyes. You smiled warmly back at him and laid your head back into the bed. You pet his hair as you two laid there for a couple of minutes in total bliss. You would’ve drifted into sleep if you hadn’t felt a shift of weight in the bed. Asahi had gotten up and was crawling on top of you now. You looked down and saw that he was fully erect again, looking even bigger than before. He looked at you, his eyes half-lidded and full of lust.

He grabbed at your dress and tugged at it with authority. You closed your legs, allowing him to pull it down and off of your body. He threw it to the floor and then turned back to you, placing his hands between your legs and giving you a knowing look. You swallowed and opened your legs willing. You weren’t afraid of him anymore. He wanted you, and were going to let him have all of you.

Asahi held your legs up by your knees and positioned the tip of his dick at your entrance. You reached down, grabbing his shaft and helped guide it in. It carved into you smooth, and you both moaned. You laid back, arms above your head and you stared into Asahi’s eyes as he pumped into you. He was slow at first, but picked up pace after a few thrusts. Your breast began to bounce and Asahi let go of one your legs to grab your boob instead. It charmed you to know he liked them so much.  

Soon you felt a bit of pleasure with every pump, and it earned a little moan from you each time. You lifted your legs and rested your ankles on his shoulders. Fully extended, Asahi was able to go deeper inside you. His pushed into you hard, making your pussy throb in reciprocation and suck him in even more. Asahi’s brows twitched and he moaned loudly.

“Fuuck sweetheart!” He panted. “You feel so good!”

“Mmmm!” Your lips pursed as you whined. “Puh—Please go faster!” You asked and braced your hands against your headboard.

“Fuuuck…” He breathed and did as you asked. His balls clapping your ass checks as he shoved in and out of you faster.

“Oooh! Aaah! Yesss!” You screamed.

Losing the ability to stay up right due to increasing pleasure, Asahi threw your legs above your head and curled into you. He thrust into you, deep and hard, panting like a dog into your ears. The sensation made your face heat up and your eyes flicker. You wrapped your arms around his neck and braced yourself against him as he drove you into the bed. You clenched your pussy with every shove. A guttural growl came from Asahi when you tightened yourself around him, which made you shiver with intense pleasure.

“Ah-Asahi! I’m—I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum!” You cried out.

“F-Fuck! Me too!!” He exclaimed and pumped into you ravenously.

“Aah! Aaah! Oh my god!!” You screamed as Asahi thrust into you. Your whole body tensed once more as you gushed out an orgasm. Your toes stretching apart as you came. Asahi suddenly lunged up with one final pump and released his own orgasm inside you. A loud, shaky moan spilling from his mouth as he filled you with his cum. Only seconds later, both of your moans died down and your bodies relaxed. Asahi rolled off of you, letting your legs fall back down to the bed, but cuddling up to you immediately after.

He wrapped his arms around you and shoved his face into your chest. Snuggling up into you and breathing hard. You wrapped your arms and legs around him in return, resting the tip of your chin on his head and petting his hair. After taking a moment to catch your breath, the two of you hummed happily in unison. Asahi placed a few pecks on your breast, then collar bone and then craned his neck up at you for a kiss on the lips. You craned your neck down to kiss him back. It was warm, and delicious. -----------------------------------------------

The next morning, Asahi was getting ready to leave. He wouldn’t be gone for long; he just had some plants that needed watering. Plus, he needed to shower because tonight, he was actually going to take you out for dinner. You were picking up his clothes from the floor and handing each article to him individually as he put them on. Finally, you came across the dress he had made for you. Looking it over and wincing when you saw the condition it was in.

“Uh… I don’t think I can wear this for you tonight.” You said.

“What?” Asahi turned to you quickly, almost sounding hurt. “Why?”

“Because!” You showed it to him and there were visible stains of your activities from the night before. “We kind of—dirtied it up. I’m gonna need to do some extensive cleaning.” You giggled.

“O-oh…” Asahi blushed and chuckled too. “Well, it belongs on the floor anyways!” He grinned.

[calamermie]

“Mmmm… Yes, baby. Pull my hair~🖤”

Cropped piece because of Dumblr’s rules. ♡( ◡‿◡ ) One day my dumbass will figure out how to link the full pieces without the post being hidden.