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this is my first time requesting but could you do post-surgery hyun ju with scissoring and she talks us through it omg🤭 + gentle/romantic aftercare

cw: smut, scissoring, implied inexperienced reader, reader tries to top and fails, top hyun-ju, post op hyun-ju, a tiny smidge of angst and fluff by the end. MDNI

wc: 1,4k

a/n: i have like 102873 wips to finish but I just had to do this one 😭

Hyun-ju loved how easy it was to make you scream and cry under her touch. How imprecise you were in comparison with her. The way you moved imprecisely, out of desperation for release. How you squirmed around her experienced fingers, which always moved so carefully, taking their time to explore you and hitting where you needed her the most with utmost exactitude.

Your adorable disposition to match her expertise is what had brought you to this moment. You between her legs, attempting to rub your cunt against hers.

"Are you gonna make me feel good, baby?" her tone was sweet, encouraging you to start moving.

Before you can respond, she gently repositions you, guiding your already slick pussy against hers. A hiss left your lips as you started moving in a slow pace. Not missing her clit was proving to be harder than you thought, even with her hands keeping you in the right position.

Your muscles didn't take too long to feel tired and sore only five minutes in, and you were struggling to get a satisfying rhythm. Frustration was taking over your movements, which started to become more rushed and messier. The feeling of her cunt on yours and the expecting look in her kind eyes clouded any shred of control you had over your craving body.

"You feel so good", she moaned, eyes now fixed on how your slick coated her folds.

Her pretty sounds hurried the movement of your hips, mind starting to feel dizzy and pleasure taking over the little composure you had left.

At that point you were too fucked out to notice your rushed strokes had strayed away from her cunt and you were just mindlessly rubbing yourself against her thigh, but she was enjoying too much seeing how hungrily you grinded against her, despite you missing her aching core constantly.

"Feels good?" she gripped your hips tightly as you continued to ride her.

You could barely hear her through the deafening sound of your heartbeat. Her hands squished your hips warningly, and you manage to mutter an incoherent string of yeses, head nodding along with your words.

Hyun-ju's breath started to hitch. Catching glimpses of your wet sex between your movements had her itching to push you down and lick your mixed juices from your cunt, but she decided to let you have your moment.

As desire kept building up in her stomach, she was starting to struggle not to touch herself while seeing you so lost in your pleasure, but she didn't want to correct you, too scared of interrupting your dazzling state. At least until you came, which didnt seem too far away anyway.

She noticed your thighs starting to shake, body rocking aimlessly against hers. Her hands helped you to keep your rhythm, guiding you to reach your climax.

"Doing so well for me, pretty", her sweet praise made your sensitive clit throb with need. "Keep going."

A harsh orgasm washed over you and whatever words Hyun-ju said next don't reach your ears. Your legs clenched around her leg, breath still ragged, and eyes closed in bliss. She stared at you tenderly, fingers caressing the soft skin of your hips.

Delicate hands touch your cheek as you fight to keep rubbing against her through your orgasm, to no avail, and soon enough she's throwing you on your back without a warning.

It takes you a few seconds to ground yourself, mind still hazy from your climax. You see her sitting in front of your spread legs.

"It's easier if we're both laying down" she explains, positioning her sex in front of yours.

You nod shyly, a bit embarrassed by her correction.

"Y'good?" she asked, eyes looking into yours for permission to keep going.

You fight a smile creeping up your lips, finding her hesitation endearing. She then swiftly pulls her body into yours, connecting you both again.

A shaky breath escaped her lips, the feeling of your warmth wetting her cunt was intoxicating. She wished she could drop to her knees and slip her fingers into your dripping pussy. It looked so swollen and inviting, but you had begged her for this so nicely that she couldn't just give into her urges.

You quickly noticed she was right, now you could feel her better, closer. Her body fit ridiculously well against yours. The sensation of her slick folds rubbing against your clit was electrifying and the pace she set had your legs shaking.

She looks down where youre connected and her hands clenched the sheets at the sinful sight of your slick-wrenched thighs.

She's forced to turn her gaze away when she felt her high approaching. Her back arching as she kept rocking her hips against yours. The urgency of her movements threw you over the edge again before she could even reach her first orgasm.

Hyun-ju chuckled when she felt your core throbbing, but you were too far gone to feel embarrassed anymore.

"Gimme a hand, baby?" her ragged breath sent shivers down your spine.

You tried to move against her, but your body was too sore and tired to cooperate. Determined to fulfill her request you plopped down in front of her glistening pussy and started devouring it just how she had taught you.

"Look at me" your hazy eyes locked with hers at her command.

You'd swear you could cum at the mere sight of her chest going up and down in harbored breaths and her dark hair sticking to her pretty face ever so alluringly.

Lust-filled eyes looked into yours as you lapped on her cunt greedily, tasting every single drop of cum dripping from her warm hole. The fact that you could taste your own juices made you roll your eyes in ecstasy, rolling your tongue on her clit with more urgency than before. Your digits teased her entrance as your wet lips sucked on her swollen bud, finally making her reach her high.

Hyun-ju thrusted her cunt against your eager tongue as she rode off her climax and you didn't stop sucking on her soft skin until she gently pushed you away.

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She laughed softly at your exhausted expression, "it's a hard position, not my favorite pick"

"J's wanted to try" your voice sounds muffled against her sweaty skin.

Placing your head gently on the pillow and unwrapping herself from your grasp, she left to the bathroom for what felt like hours before she came back with a wet towel and a glass of water. Trying to disturb you as little as possible, she cleaned you carefully enough to not overstimulate your sore nub, fingers tracing and massaging over the marks she left behind on you today.

"Your turn, lay down"

As you're about to get up to get a towel, you hear her snort behind you. Big eyes looking at you with amusement, but she quickly gave you an apologetic smile, "I already cleaned myself"

With a loud whine you drop yourself back down with her. You close your eyes as a slight pout made its way into your face, unable to hide your disappointment. It wasn't new for your girlfriend to put your comfort over hers, and while it melted your heart feeling so taken care of, her excessive selflessness frustrated you.

You feel her plush lips on your forehead, kissing your frown off your face, and you suppress the giggle threatening to escape your lips when the soft hair of her bangs tickled your skin. You hear her mumble a little 'sorry' as she kissed your pouty lips.

A weak sigh slips out of your mouth, too tired to be mad at her right now.

"I just wanna take care of you too"

Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when you felt a soft peck on your eyelid.

You open your eyes, Hyun-ju still leaving a trail of soft kisses throughout your face, "I know, I'm sorry"

She looked genuinely sorry. You knew she was having a hard time unlearning these habits, still feeling guilty and vulnerable whenever she was selfish in the slightest.

"I don’t understand how you never get tired after... Y'know" you changed the subject, choosing not to ruin the moment for her.

She looked away with a smug, yet shy grin on her face. Her face looked so angelic before you. Her skin was glistening and her make-up had been wiped off, leaving her swollen pink lips and big shiny eyes bare before you.

"Work on your stamina", she giggled.

Rolling your eyes, you press a quick peck on her nose before forcing her to rest her head against your chest, still feeling her giggles reverberating through your body.

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I DONT CARE IF THE STRAP ISNT REAL I SAID GET ME PREGNANT DADDY!!!!!

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my taste in men

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This is so real

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🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪 (romantically)

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twitter saw it first .... all these tastes are based on adolescence in 2000, especially my older brother's because i thought he looked cool

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had to choose the most laughable pathetic image of art donaldson to really encapsulate the meme

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park gyu young mb??

Here sweetie, hope you like it! 🤲🏻🩷🎹

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Sugar mommy Caitlyn headcanons.. heheheh

She knows you’re upset when you call her “Kiramman” instead of a cute nickname. She’ll turn around in her chair, leaving her work she was doing and reaching out to grab your hips. “What’s wrong?” “Did I do something?”

She likes to lean you against the railing of her balcony of her mansion with her hands on your waist, for all of Piltover to see. Your hair draping down your back, a smile on your face as she brushes her lips against yours.

Makes you give her a spin in each outfit you pick out. Whether it’s a fancy dress, or pj’s. “Gosh, you’re just too pretty..”

Always has your favorite food and drink for when you come over. Though, if you want something else, she’s up. “Caitlyn..” You’d murmur, turning around in bed to face her. She hums in response, glasses on while working on her laptop. “Can we get takeout?” you’d ask, and immediately she’s up, sliding on her shoes, grabbing her keys. Whatever her princess wants, she’ll get.

Has had many white shirts, the collar of them stained with red lipstick, one she got you. “My dear, if you so happen to get any red lipstick on this shirt, my $500 shirt, I’m not taking you shopping for a week.”

Is shocked when you tell her no one has taken care of you like this. She’d be laying you down on her bed, peppering kisses all over your face, murmuring how pretty you are against your skin after a day of shopping. When you whisper out how, “No one has taken care of me like you do, Cait..”, she stops her kisses, cupping your face in her palms. “Oh my lovely..” One kiss. “Are you saying I’m the first one to show you how a princess should be taken care of..?” You’d shake your head. None of your exes treated you like this.. “Sweet girl, you deserved to be showered in compliments.. in the way I spoil you..” She’d say, pointing to the shopping bags on the floor.

“Hi there my darling, go buy yourself something nice and pamper yourself. I’m busy with work, but I can’t deprive my sweet girl, now can I?”

If you try to argue back, saying you don’t need it, she only sends more. “My darling, I’m not afraid to make the 3 into a 10.”

Brings you with her when she goes to the salon. You stand next to her meanwhile she goes dolled up. Even if you’re not getting your hair done, she wants you there.

Doesn’t let you drive often, but when she does, she oddly loves it for some reason. Maybe it’s the way you look so focused? Or how you grip her thigh, tapping your acrylic nails, ones she paid for against her.

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you ever read a fic so good you just gotta sit there and contemplate your entire existence and everything you’ve ever read before?

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my bad for being a sensitive little bitch!!!!!!!!!!!

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─── 𝖙hat's just 𝓵ottie . . . (best-friend fem!reader)

warnings. somno. dub-con. creepy lottie. manipulation. can’t you tell I just love an oblivious reader 🧘🏽‍♀️

lottie wouldn’t call herself obsessive.

neither would you.

you’d known her long enough to memorise her; her breathing, and how it goes shallow right before she’s about to sleep. how quiet she moved, as if her feet were padded or she didn’t want to be heard. she was woven into your blood, low and gradual, until you couldn’t tell what was yours and what was hers.

and everything she did was intentional. it all landed with a thud, like she was trying to press herself into you permanently. her habits had conjoined with yours into a ritual. everything down to your morning routines have morphed into one.

she never asked for anything, not really. she just offered, always. her time, her touch, her constant attention. her money. not a dime entered her pockets without it being spent on you; matching dresses, matching rings, twin necklaces like charms keeping you tethered. “this one’s for you. it’ll match mine.”

you never protested. not anymore at least. she was so good to you. thoughtful. a little intense for you, sure, but she never asked for anything in return.

and when her fingers traced the back of your neck, slow and thoughtful, you shivered, and she’d smile – the unknown patterns she would leave, created a small burning feeling at your skin. sometimes her hand hovered at the small of your back and stayed too long, you leaned into it without thinking. it was just touch.

it was just lottie.

her fingers would also trail over your wrist when you sit beside her, thigh leaning against yours long after it should’ve moved. she sometimes stares at you like she’s waiting for something, some divine permission she knows you’ll never consciously give her, but she’s patient.

lottie has always been patient.

and yet…there were certain things that didn’t make sense to you.

just fleeting moments.

when you told her you were thinking of dating someone, she went quiet. her lashes fluttered down. and then;  “I just don’t want anyone to take you away from me.”

you giggled, nervously, eyes wary as lottie stared at you with furrowed brows. “i’m not going anywhere,” you told her. “you’re my best friend.”

her smile was slow and strange. “i know,” she whispered. “you just…forget that sometimes.”

and maybe that’s why lottie didn’t like to sleep alone. maybe that’s why it started with sleepovers, then turned into shared beds, then into nights where she curled herself around you like a lifeline, breath warm against your ear. her hands never strayed ( you believed, you didn’t think she’d hurt you in your sleep ) but they never stopped touching, either. a thumb brushing your collarbone. fingertips pressed to your stomach beneath the hem of your shirt, steady and still.

and you let her. but not because you were too afraid to say no, but because you didn’t think no ever needed saying.

you recall sleeping in her bed more nights than your own. at first, because it was easier. then, because she asked. eventually, because she never let you go home.

not that she said that.

she’d yawn, say she missed you, ask if you wanted to stay over, and then, gently, fold the blanket around your legs. the lights would go out before you had a chance to answer.

you’d always spend the night. she’d wait for your breath to steady before moving close. wait for the moment your body slackens against the mattress; trusting, and unguarded. she presses her chest to your back and pretends she’s asleep. pretends she’s not breathing you in like incense; mouth parted against your shoulder.

it overwhelms her, sometimes. this...need. it just doesn’t feel wrong.

you shift in your sleep, mumbling something soft, and she holds her breath.

God, you’re beautiful like this. open without knowing it. the hem of your sleep shirt ridden up, exposing the soft curve of your hips; it feels like an invitation.

you don’t wake. you never really do when she’d do this.

she lays a trembling hand on your waist, careful as her pulse sings in her ears. she could stay like this forever. but her body has other ideas. when you sigh in your sleep and roll closer, your thigh slips between hers, and she gasps – quietly – but not enough. you shift again, and your hips brush hers, and she’s wet. shamefully.

don’t wake up. please don’t wake up.

but she wouldn’t stop if you did.

she wouldn’t hurt you  ( she’d never hurt you )  but her hands would keep moving. sliding under your shirt. tracing the slope of your belly. pressing into the soft parts of you like she had any right.

because she’s been good, hasn’t she? she’s waited. she’s loved you the whole time.

you’re just so warm, her thighs capturing the back of your knee. need splitting her open like rotten fruit. then her fingers brush between your legs, barely, a breath of contact. you make a sound, a small, and helpless noise, and then you shift again, like your body knows her before your mind ever could. she freezes.

then you murmur her name in a sigh, barely a whisper. lottie...and she thinks she’ll die.

you don’t awake though, and for that she’s grateful.

she keeps her hand there. still, just resting, feeling your heat through cotton – she wishes you’d trust her enough to not wear anything beneath your night gown. but she’ll fix that soon enough.

for a pregnant pause, she doesn’t move. not yet at least. but she wants to, so badly it hurts. her thighs press together, and she rocks – slow, almost subconsciously – against the shape of your leg.

a quiet, desperate grind.

it doesn’t take long when she finally comes; softly, and biting the inside of her cheek, she almost cries as her release pulses between her thighs, soaking the fabric of her underwear. her whole body shudders with it.

lottie tucks her flushed face into your sweat ridden shoulder, and clings to you like you’re the only altar worth kneeling to.

You don’t stir, just make a helpless noise that she ignores after your snores slowly come back to life.

in the morning, she’s already in her kitchen– her house empty and dull like it normally is, and she’s making you tea exactly how you like. lottie smiles gently at you, muttering your name like sin hasn’t been committed.

you look at her teasingly, “what?” you ask, but don’t question why she stares too long, used to her odd moments. because it’s lottie.

she’s just like that. she’s just... lottie.

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i have a niche interest and it’s boys pulling this face.

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my third eye is in my pussy and it’s open

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cate my honey there are only a few months left until I see you again my princess beautiful innocent pretty baby

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period

I could fix her but I like her the way she is

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i saw someone do ellie’s search history so i’m doing one of chloe :p

chloe prices search history:

sfw

“how to hide weed smell”

“blade runner behind the scenes”

“blade runner pris scenes”

“what animal am i quiz”

“how to shoot a gun”

“how to load a gun”

“how to put safety on gun”

“cntrl sza”

“how to pierce your own tongue”

“how to pierce own lip”

“shark facts”

“nervous around best friend”

“am i inlove with my best friend? (asking for a friend)”

“soap2day.com”

“how to flirt and not act like an idiot”

“musicdownloadfree”

“best hiding spots for weed”

“eyeliner tutorial”

“how not to get flustered sround girls”

“where to buy rat poison”

“how to get away with slipping rat poison in someone’s drink”

“how to convince mom to leave husband”

“flight tickets to la”

“drive distance to la”

nsfw

“girl on girl strap on”

“how to put on a strapon tutorial”

“can i get a girl pregnant as a girl”

“girl on girl pussy eating”

“how to eat a girl out”

“squirting”

“sex toys (shopping)”

“can i cum inside my girlfriend with a vagina?”

“i’m addicted to eating my girlfriend out is this normal”

“is it normal for girls to cum too fast?”

“if i blow smoke into my girlfriends pussy will it come out her mouth?”