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Taste the sweet nectar of the forbidden fruit

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ask game: send me a kink you assume i have and i'll confirm or deny it.

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Lil promp for you: fitpacs kissing for the first time and Fit got so excited he cums just from it and Pac teases him. Bonus points if they are high

this is so sappy it makes me sick. these faggots possess me when i write htem i swear to fucking god. also theyre not high sorry <3

Fit leans back, breath hitching as Pac hikes up into his lap. He looms over him, kiss deepening with each humming moan that buzzes past his lips. Fit skirts his fingers over his hips, tentative at first— is this how I’m supposed to hold you?

He told Pac very little. He said it was his first time doing this and then decided, as the shame set in, that he’d leave it at that. Specifics could be decided by whatever Pac’s mind leant towards. He’s the smartest guy Fit knows, he’ll figure it out.

He didn’t clarify that he hadn’t kissed anyone. But by the way Pac straddles him, kisses him all gentle with soft nips and sighs, he’s well aware.

He’s taken quick control and holds it, Fit, in his hands like pottery or glass. Fit tries to push back with the same amount of energy, maybe even adding some, to try and tell him he won’t shatter— Though that small, placid, creature in his chest swoons at the delicacy of it all.

Pac’s fingers shift constantly. It’s like that in any situation, though Fit is both surprised and pleasantly amused that it carries over. He’s holding his cheeks, tracing down his neck and jaw, then over his shoulders and ribs. Then it rests with a teasing line along the band of his jeans before making it’s trek back up once more.

Fit’s just… trying to copy whatever Pac does. He can’t move that fast, and he’s one hand short, but he’s mouthing back at him with similar patience at least. Though more than once Pac shifts to lap at the hollow of his throat and Fit’s left in the cold open air trying to find his anchor once more.

”Okay, Fit?” Pac mumbles it half-muffled against his skin. It’s not until he’s pulled back, repeating it, that Fit actually realizes it’s a question, “Fit? Is— Is everything good?”

And Fit mouths out a stilted uh huh because his head is too full of fireworks and the bright blue of Pac’s hoodie to care about coherency.

Pac laughs, high and ringing and warm and then even those descriptors get lost in the ash and smoke of his kiss pressing against Fit’s lips. He must look as silly as he feels.

He speaks between breaths, lips smacking wet and noisy, “Just do what—“ Breathe, breathe, they’re both panting like they’re run for miles, “What feels right, Fit. I trust you.” He says breathily.

So the next time he dives in, Fit pulls his hips closer in what ends up being more like an unsubtle grind against his cock.

He’s about to apologize for it too, if Pac didn’t moan, wanton, against him and do it again on his own.

His jeans tent around his hard-on, cock strained against the denim and cotton— Fit’s not sure he’s felt this good in a long, long, time.

Pac nibbles at and sparks burst behind his eyes, coil snare suddenly going tight in his gut and—

Fit gasps, sucking in air like a man drowned as he flicks and fucks his hips up into Pac’s joggers. A stain of wetness growing on that same, deflating, tent.

He thinks it’s internal, but he says, rather audibly; “Oh, you gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.”

Pac is startled enough to pull back and gets to see exactly what’s stopped the proverbial train in it’s tracks.

Oh, if that man had ears, they’d perk at the sight; “Did you—“ His face starts glowing red, a flush crawling up his neck that burns brighter by the second, “D—Did you— a-already?”

Fit wishes he could fuckin’ melt. Maybe vanish into the air. Or die, right then. It’d be a mercy. He untangles his sweat sticky fingers from Pac’s hip, “Uh. Well, guess there’s no use in fuckin’ lyin’!” He drawls, frustrated.

And when Pac doesn’t answer him, he throws up his shoulders; “Yeah! Yeah, guess I did.” Y’know. Cum in his pants from kissing him. And a little grinding. Because he’s the lamest guy he knows.

Pac laughs, though not unkindly. And of course, because he’s the best person Fit knows, he scrambles to save the situation for him, “No, no, Fit, it’s not a bad thing, right? It’s like— You just really liked—!”

“Holy shit.” Fit groans, running a hand down his face, “Yeah, just straight up kill me.”

“No! Fit—“ Pac peels his hand off his eyes, smile wide— bemused, but not cruel— and cheeks still pinched pink, “It’s not bad. Okay? I promise.”

He sighs, trying to glance off the vulnerable heat simmering on his skin, ”You’re too good to me. Philza would’ve laughed me out of house and home if I’d done that shit to him.”

Pac’s eyes narrow, “You’re kissing Philza?”

“Down, boy, it was a joke.” Though he can’t fathom why Pac would care, considering Fit just came in his pants like some riley hormone-fueled teenager. Yeah, real S-Tier boyfriend he is. Lock up your sons and daughters.

Pac settles with just resting his arms around Fit’s shoulders, fingers tickling his nape. He squirms in place after a beat, lips pressed into a thin line.

“…Do you wanna keep going?”

We can do that? “Uh… sure.”

“Sure?” Pac squawks.

Oh my god. Fit scowls, face red, “Yes! Yes, I wanna keep kissing you, for godssake—“

And Fit learns something new, then. Possibly one of his better, more useful, facts; He can feel Pac smile when they kiss.

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Making sure you and your partner are comfortable is the most important thing during sex. Don't let anyone make you feel bad about your boundaries 🫶

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I'm almost at an 8 😖😵‍💫

I'm edging to pleaseedge.me

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Keep drinking ;) also listen to some water sounds

hhhhh okay , definitely squirmy now

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Good job!! How much more do you think you can wait for?

I don't really know, 30 mins to an hour I think? I'm really bad at determining this stuff, sorry!

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Drink more and press on your bladder ;))

Aaaaaa okay I did it, definitely at a 7 now

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Need to go??

I do! I'm still at about a 6, though

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You get permission to touch but only edge

Thank you I'm so needy hhhh ><

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I need to piss right now, about a 6. I'm wearing a diaper right now and in the mood to edge as well. Please feel free to send asks :)

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A conversation with Chat GPT uses 500 ml of water to cool its server, so every time you want to ask Chat GPT to write piss fic for you, you could just drink 500 ml of water yourself instead and then maybe you will have an idea for a piss fic

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‘New chatter… ‘I’m gonna impregnate you.’ Here’s a- here’s a fun little thing. I’m gonna ban you now.’

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if you're reading this, stop what you're doing and piss yourself right now, whether or not you're padded

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Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

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dogs might look like their owners but cat people always have a cat with the same mental illness as them

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Reloading my activity page like a needy dog to see if anyone is giving this poor puppy attention