#HELLO IM NANA

[midariis]

linger...

[heavenly-angell]

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[mediocreauthor]

Nana and Music: analysis Coney Island please! some parts of the song reminds me of Nana O and Ren, but is mostly Hachi and Takumi. "when i got into the accident i saw your face but when i walked up to the podium i forgot to say your name" for me this is Hachi and Takumi's marriage into a line lol

hello, hello

to me, Coney Island is a very nostalgic song both in melody and lyricism. It is about two people who has been in each other's life since adolescence and broke each other's heart. So, I would attribute Coney Island to Takumi and Reira.

This verse is a perfect summary of the aftermath of Takumi and Reira; him looking for the 'old Reira', their relationship being broken beyond return, their quick and immense success, Takumi objectifying and pushing her too hard (did I close my fist around something delicate? did I shatter you?). And the reminiscing and nostalgia. The regret and apologizing.

I am betting that Takumi asks the question 'what's a lifetime of achievement' a lot to himself. This lyrics is so obviously Takumi and Reira to me, I can't handle myself right now 'do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there?' dear god. young Takumi; dreaming of Trapnest, convincing Reira for a dream and then turned it into a nightmare for her.

okay i will pass the first lines but you see how nostalgic and reminiscent it is. takumi and reira are each other's best things about their childhood. when they remember the 'good old days', they just remember each other.

i might sound a bit... non-articulate here which is not surprising for me but, "when i got into the accident, the sight that flashed me before was your face. But when i walked up to the podium I think I forgot to say your name." this reminds me of how for Takumi, Reira is the most important person in the world, how she is his 'center piece' in his mind but when it comes to acting on love, he never chooses her.

I am a firm believer that Reira is the focal point of Takumi's existence. However, his understanding of love is so distorted beyond return that, even though he would travel the seven seas to see her succeed, when it comes to give and receive love, he doesn't think of Reira.

thank you for bringing this song into my Nana radar, even though I didn't interpret it same way you did 💖it got me so obsessed once again, now i'm thinking of making a playlist for terrible dysfunctional love of takumi and reira.

[takami-takami]

Watching Nana (anime) and would you guys start throwing rocks at me if I wrote for Takumi

[anawkwardlady]

Ive been receiving kudos everyday for my Dadbastian week one shots, writing about fandom protags is really another game lol

[luntiian]

trying out ibispaint n the soft pressure thingy with the behated

[hellfireeddiemunson]

Work has been too busy I don’t like it I’m losing my mf MIND

[sstarlostt]

I PREORDERED NANATOUR !!!!!!!! VERY EXCITED !!!!!!!!!!!!

[klauste]

just spent 50 bucks on some my melody thing for my little cousin this kid better be happy

[neowinestainedress]

hello! im not sure if your request is still open, but do you mind to write a drabble of jaemin slowly corrupting an innocent gf? it starts with casual back massage at first and she says that her breasts are sore before her menstrual period. as a good bf, of course he "helps" her and things escalating from there into heavy fuck and overstimulation

w!: corruption kink, dubcon + light manipulation (DON’T read if it makes you uncomfortable), nipple/boobs play, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected s*x, first time, overstimulation

a/n: jaemin and corruption kink is a concept i love but i don’t think i delivered it the best with this one. i hate drabbles okay? i have to keep things short and i suck at it, but i also wasn’t in the mood to write too much so i hope this is good anyway (if you want something else similar to this there’s drippin’, it’s not only with jaemin but it gets the corruption kink better, and nana is unhinged in that fic so...)

“That’s because your period is close, baby,” Jaemin coos while his hands keep rubbing on your bare back, he’s sitting on top of you, trying not to weigh much. 

“How do you know?” You pout, cheek pressed against the sofa as you try to look back at him. 

“I just know, babe,” he snickers, hands creeping lower on your back, brushing against your ass, making your body heat up. 

“But they still hurt so much, they’re so sore,” you cry out, trying to fight the embarrassment of having him so close while you’re half naked. It’s not the first time Jaemin massages your back since you often suffer back pain, but, usually, you would let him rub your skin with your shirt on, this time, he insisted you would take it off, so he could use cream and warm your muscles more. 

“I can help you with that.” 

You freeze for a moment, mouth parting in surprise. “Really? You can? How? The pills never do anything for me.” 

“Honey,” he chuckles, “not with pills. With these,” he says, shaking his hands in the air. 

“Oh,” you breathe out, nervously pressing your lips in a thin line while you try to avoid his piercing gaze, gulping nervously as you think of the implications. “It will pass.” 

“Babe, come on, it’s me,” he says, leaning on top of you, caging you under him, “at least turn around, it will only hurt more if you stay like this.” 

“But — but you will see them,” you utter shyly. 

“So? You’re my girlfriend.” 

You think about it for a while, torturing your lower lip between your teeth, but when the pain gets too much, you give up. “Fine.” 

“Don’t cover them.” Jaemin reaches your hands that are cupping your breast and pin them on top of your head. Your eyes go wild, and something you’ve never seen before sparks in your boyfriend’s eyes. “They’re so pretty, baby. It’s a shame it took you so long to show them to me.” 

You don’t reply, feeling so small and with no idea of what to do, so you trust him, letting him do what he knows — surely better than you. 

“They’re so soft, princess,” he hums while his hands gently fondle them, making your body go stiff at the first touch. “Hey, relax, it will feel good,” he whispers, flashing you a toothy smile that makes you forget for a second what’s going on. 

“Why — why are my nipples hard?” You dare to question when you feel them erect, and then shyly look down to see them perk up. 

“Because you feel good.” 

“But I feel like they’re still sore and I feel like even my nipples hurt now.”

“Poor baby, you’re all sore today, aren’t you? You’re lucky you have me to make you feel better,” he pouts, kissing you. 

You’re about to reply but the words leave your mouth — and brain — when your boyfriend’s lips wrap around one of your sensitive buds. Your lips move to call out his name but when he starts sucking on it, you go speechless again. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” he mumbles when he moves to the other, hands still massaging your sore boobs, “I’m doing this for you, babe.” 

You hum, head rolling back in a natural reaction when his thumb brushes over the sensitive nipple he doesn’t have in his mouth. “I feel weird.” 

“You feel good,” Jaemin reassures you, “see? It’s working already.” 

Your eyes snap open when you feel his fingers press between your legs as the other hand keeps taking care of your boobs. 

“Does it hurt here, too, babe?” 

“It doesn’t hurt, it feels — I don’t know how to explain, okay, maybe it hurts a little.” 

“Poor you, falling apart today?” He jokes lightly, leaving a soft kiss in the hollow of your chest. “I really have to make you feel better, I guess.” 

You’re focused on the new feeling of his fingers rubbing between your sensitive spot when you feel something against your leg that distracts you. “What’s pressing on my leg?” 

“Do you want to see?” 

“Uhm.” 

“Oh, that, I —” you chuckle embarrassed when he gets rid of his pants and underwear, “I don’t think I’m supposed to be seeing that.” 

“Why not? I’m your boyfriend,” he says, tilting his head to the side, “would it be equal if you showed me yours, too?” 

“No, I don’t think we — we should be doing this,” you try to complain but it’s all in vain when his hands tug down your shorts and your panties, exposing you. 

“Why? It’s natural, princess. It will feel good.” 

“But it’s intimate,” you whisper, “and weird.” 

He raises his brow. “Have you ever done it?” 

You shake your head. “No, I mean, no, no I haven’t.” 

“Then trust me. I made you feel better even before, didn’t I?” 

“Yeah, fi-fine.” 

When you give him the go, his fingers and lips are on you, touching you and kissing your skin until he reaches your core. Your first reaction is to close your legs, but Jaemin keeps them wide open and pushes his head between them with no hesitation. 

You feel weird, it is too intimate, too dirty, but all your fears and doubts disappear when his mouth wraps around your pussy. You hold in a scream and look down in curiosity, drifting your gaze as soon as you meet his piercing eyes staring straight into you. 

“Nana,” you cry out when his fingertips rub against your opening, smearing the spit and your wetness around. 

“I have to get you ready for the big thing, babe. Don’t want you to hurt,” he says, pushing a finger inside your tight pussy, eliciting a broken moan from you. “Shh, it’s alright, relax, remember I’m here to take care of you, alright?” 

So you focus on the sensation, feeling something build up inside of you when he adds another finger and starts moving them, curling them inside, occasionally making you squirm more, while his mouth keeps working on you. 

“Weird,” you mumble when you feel like that strange sensation is about to blow up, but Jaemin doesn’t tell you much other than ‘let go to the feeling,’ so you listen another time, and before you realize, you come. It’s strong and something you never felt before, even weird, but you like it. “Wait, why are you — why are you not stopping?” 

“I told you, I need you to be ready.”  

“For wha—” your words die down when his other hand reaches for your chest, folding your boobs as he keeps going with his fingers and mouth, bringing you to the edge another time, faster than you expect. 

“Does it hurt?” You ask when he starts stroking his hard dick and you can’t help but stare even if it feels dirty. 

“So much, babe. I need you to take care of it for me.” 

“I can help you? Do you want me to massage it?” 

Jaemin chuckles, shaking his head. “Nah, I have a better idea. Open your legs, honey.” 

“How will this — oh,” you gasp when you feel the thick tip of his cock against your hole. “Will it hurt?” 

“No, that’s why I made you come twice, and I’m going slow. I will never hurt you.” And he stays true to that, letting you get used to his size when he bottoms in, throwing his head back after watching your face twitch at the feeling. Only when he’s sure you’re okay, he starts moving, slow thrusts as he holds himself back, getting lost in the whimpers and moans you try so hard to muffle. 

But that tender feeling lasts about after the first orgasm — the third for you. After that, you feel something pushing you forward, and you don’t know if it’s worst your eagerness to feel more or his pent-up greed for all those months he didn’t have you. 

The second fuck it’s rough, messy, and needy, with your hands desperately looking for the other, and your innocent façade falling apart. It feels unnatural to hear you beg for more, to let out dirty words and curses, but Jaemin loves it so much that you’re falling apart in his hold. 

Jaemin is still sweet somehow, reassuring you and praising you, whispering to your ears that you’re being such a good girl for taking him so well.

“Don’t stop,” you cry out when you both come another time, spurts of white filling you to the brim again. “Please.” 

“So greedy. What happened to my pure angel? It’s not nice to hide part of you from your boyfriend,” he mocks but keeps fucking into you. 

You don’t reply, too ashamed to even look into his eyes, but he harshly cups your chin and forces you to keep eye contact. 

“Don’t act shy, there’s nothing wrong with it,” he smirks, kissing your pouty lips, “we all have dirty secrets.” 

You’d argue yours is not a secret, but simply something you’ve never experienced before, but you have no strength left. 

“Too much,” you whimper. 

“Oh, no, princess, now you take what you asked for.” 

Jaemin doesn’t stop, not even letting you breathe for a second, big dick fucking you deep and fast, making your body tremble and your head feel light, while his fingers move skilfully on your aching, throbbing clit, sending you over the edge more times than you can take. 

And by the time he is done with you, you lost count of how many times you came, too tired to do anything else but stay in his arms and enjoy his soft kisses on your skin. 

“Did so well, babe. Are you feeling better?” 

You nod weakly, hiding in the crook of his neck, feeling conscious again. “Yeah.” 

“See, I told you I would take care of you. You always have to trust me.”

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[ilwonuu]

Hi I wondered if you can pls do another age gap one like with jeno but not so fast paced? Like maybe him or nana or even haechan? I really liked it I just wanted more *grabby hands*

yes of course!!!!! i hope this is good!!! let me know what you think. thank you for your request <3

love me

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ na jaemim

❦ pairing- softdom!jaemin x sub!reader

❦ warnings- age gap, unprotected sex, praise kink kinda, pet names, kissing, affection, lmk what else

❦ a/n- i need jaemin rn

❦ tags- @plutism for the divider!!!

today you had plans with your lovely boyfriend. na jaemin<3 a 23 year old you met through a coworker. very happy you did! you were a little scared about your age gap at first with you being 30.

the two of you getting over that as you seen how well put together jaemin was. he already had a good job and was able to support himself. that’s what you wanted. he was handsome, strong, kind.

what could you not want he is perfect. he made plans for the two of your at his house that is shared with jeno and chenle. he of course kicked them out for the day as he planned a pasta dinner for the two of you, some wine, and “whatever else you wanted” according to jaemin. he was excited as you can tell from his “on my way” text.

waiting for your boyfriend to pick you up from your house. packing some final things. not forgetting your bathing suit as you remember jaemin mentioning having a hot tub.

you were beyond excited to spend the night with jaemin. receiving a knock from your front door. you mentally noted that jaemin has arrived grabbing your things and heading to open the door.

there you see your boyfriend in a pink button up shirt. the top buttons open showing his chest perfectly. “hi baby.” jaemin smiles as soon as he sees you. “hello- you look sexy.” you touch his abs through his shirt as he mindlessly takes your things from you.

“yea? so do you gorgeous. let’s go?” he asks as you nod in response. he pulls you into a kiss holding you close to him as you go to his car. he opens the door putting your stuff in the car before helping you.

he gets in after smiling to himself. “i’m excited to have you to myself tonight.” his hand is already on your thigh as he starts driving. “i’m excited too! what about your roommates though? they’re okay that im coming?”

jaemin nods “i just kicked them out for the day they will probably be back tonight.” he laughs a little. you scoff as you laugh at him. “you kicked them out for me to come over? why??”

he shrugs taking his eyes off the road for a second to look at you. “like i said i want you all to myself for a long as i can.”

his eyes going back to the road as he continues driving. “you’re cute.” you smile not taking your eyes off the attractive man driving. his muscles flexing slightly. you can’t wait for you two to get to his house so you can just rip his clothes- and you’ve arrived.

“you excited for our eventful night at home?” he asks as you helps you out of the car. not forgetting your things. “i’m so excited.” you smile at his smirk. he is pushing you back against the car now gently. “i missed you all week.” he breathes into your skin.

you smiling as you agree. “i missed you more.” he pulls you into a sloppy kiss. holding your waist softly. “okay i need to stop before i get harder than i already am.” he laughs as he guides you into his house. both of you taking your shoes off as you sit on his couch.

he smiles at your getting comfortable as he turns away from you for a second. “you want to eat now or later?” he turns back to you seeing you already laying back on the couch. “i’m gonna say later.” he chuckles. you agreeing with his statement.

“what about some wine?” he suggests. “please!” you say laughing as he nods bringing over two glasses and the bottle. “i know you would never turn down some wine.”

he smirks pouring some wine in your glass handing it to you. doing to same for himself. “of course i won’t say no! the wine you get is always so good.” you compliment him causing him to just smile.

“i’m glad you enjoy it.” he smiles planting a kiss on your head. “baby ima get changed into something more comfortable want to come with me?” jaemin asks as he gets up.

“yep i need to get out of this skirt.” you sigh at the thought of being more comfortable. jaemin nods as you follow him to his bedroom. him unbuttoning his shirt completely as he gets in his room finally.

your eyes shifting towards his chest i mean whose wouldn’t. he just smirks to himself at your gaze. you pull yourself out of your thoughts as you take off your skirt. now his gaze shifting to you.

you feel your boyfriend against your body. behind you to gently pull you into him. you smile into his touch. “you look so beautiful.” he feels his dick get harder at his own words.

pulling you around to face him. “thank you jaem.” he nods. as he starts kissing your neck. “of course-kiss- i missed you so much.” he breathes into your neck. his bare chest against your back.

you just in your sweater and underwear. jaemin shirtless in just his black pants. “missed me how much?” you tease as he continues to kiss ur neck. “want me to show you baby?” he whispers into your ear with a smirk. “yea- want you jaem.”

you say biting your lip a little bit. he just kisses your cheek before pulling your sweater over your head. he guides you back onto his bed gently laying you down to hover over you.

“can i taste you? missed it so bad.” you nod at his question as you watch him move down your body. settling in between your legs. he tugs your panties down aggressive.

“jaem- o-oh.” you were caught off guard as he is already devouring your pussy roughly. your hands going to grip his hair to tug. he groans in response. “keep doing that baby.”

he breathes out before going back to eating you out. your moans getting desperate as you continue to tug on his hair. his moans sending a shiver through your pussy. “f-fuck jaem! i’m gonna cum!” you cry out.

his response being to open your legs wider so he can eat you out at a different angle. “ja-jaem ah i’m coming!” you moan out again loudly as your cum on his tongue. him licking up your cum and arousal sloppily.

“pussy so perfect. taste so good baby gonna let me fuck you too?” he asks as he comes up to kiss you. “yea-“ you say in between kisses. “please fuck me.” you moan as you watch him pull his pants down along with his boxers.

“condom?” you shake your head as he just smiles. lining up his dick with your cunt pushing in slightly. “f-fuck baby. can never get enough.” he starts to fuck into you roughly. “jaem please! s-so good.”

you moan out as you feel your mind start to cloud up a little bit. “yea? fucking my girl so good? gonna cum again huh baby? gonna make another mess for me?”

all you could do is moan. his dirty words being overwhelming in the best way possible. he smirks as he starts to drill his hips deeper.

“o-oh fuck fuck.” jaemin groans against your neck as he feels you clench around him. “if you do that again i will cum inside you.” he confesses as you moan again.

“jaem i c-can’t coming-“ you cry as he hits your gummy spot over and over. “cum pretty girl. gonna cum in you.

you feel so fucking good.” his words immediately making you cum on his dick. “yeah- fuck just like that. cum for me.” he groans as he cums deep inside you. him fucking you softly as you both come down from your highs.

“so pretty for me.” he smiles as he pulls out of you. going to clean you up immediately. “you ready for dinner now pretty?” he asks while planting another kiss on your head. “mm i could just keep eating you.”

you laugh at your own joke. “sorry yes let’s eat.” he laughs at you softly before pulling you into his arms. “okay in like 5 minutes i need to lay with you.” he smiles as you wrap your arms around him.

[smileysuh]

hello !!

im the same anon who messaged recently about the new mark fic :) since you're one of my favorite authors on here do you have any fic recommendations? Im interested to see what you deem a good fic

hi!!!! This is such a good question! You can find my archived rec's here. tbh, I don't read that much, and when I do read, I'm usually already friends with the author, or through reblogs and such I become friends with the author- so Imma tag some of my favourite writer beans :)

@domjaehyun (masterlist) - NCT & others

Jewel has a writing style that I can't even quantify. Her stuff is INTENSE, it gets you in the moment, it's literally everything- she's got some long fics that pass so fast cuz you're just THAT into what's going on. Her Hyuck filth is GOD TIER

My favourites are: Pussy Fiend & Quarentine Chronicals & Kiss U Right Now

@sehunniepotwrites (masterlist) NCT & others

Nikki is another one of those writers who I could read forever. Her stuff is so wholesome and sweet, but the smut is also hot as hell. The amount of detail is astounding- literally publishable work. Like, babes, write a book already

My favourites are: Going For The Gold & The Midnight Shift

@milfgyuu (masterlist) NCT & Ateez & SVT & others

Lana is so good at everything she puts her mind to. Like, the multi fandom in me lives for her blog. I started reading for her SVT stuff, died for her nct content, and I was foaming at the mouth when Ateez was added to the mix. 10/10 content no matter what group.

My favourites are: Babe Watch & Bingo & Peach

@seokgyuu (masterlist) SVT & others

Mitchie my love- I'd been meaning to read her long standing chaptered series for a while, put it off- finally started and couldn't put it down. Read the whole series in a day and now I'm obsessed. This hoe holds it over me tho- who is mc going to end up with? we don't know- but I think I'll cry no matter what because it's the end of an era

My favourite is: the Challenge Me Series

@bitchlessdino (masterlist) SVT

Nana is such an interesting writer. One of the softest bitches I know, down BAD for Dino- and then just pops up with a Halloween fic that included blood play. I really can't even with this girl- all I know is, her mind is amazing, and I wanna read more.

My favourites are: Scream Your Heart Out & Nobodys Home

@honeykyeom (masterlist) SVT

Mo is another one of those writers who does poetry. I've sat with this girl for hours and she types out one like four paragraphs of some of the most thought inducing, detailed shit I've ever heard. Fics like hers take time, and it shows

My favourite is: White Noise

[golden-barnes]

So I have this concept in my head I think I even shared it with another writer. But anyway here it goes. Reader is the cook at the avengers tower and Bucky is convinced she's working for Hydra. He thinks she was sent to trick him and spy on him. His reasoning is she always where's these aprons that reminds him of his ma. Different aprons for every occasion. She always has 40s music playing and is always singing along and dancing. She's this soft feminine bundle of sunshine. And her chocolate chip cookies taste just like his ma's. He knows she's evil but she's really just wonderful. He has fallen for her but doesn't realize it and is constantly trying to get her to reveal that she is a Hydra agent. She just wants to make him happy because she saw what he was like when he was healing after what Hydra did and harbors a huge crush. She actually got the recipe from his sister before she passed away to make them to help Steve adjust and started making them for both of them. Anyway I'm done rambling.

Your freaking BRAINNNNN. Ugh if this starts a series in my page Im blaming you because I am obsessed but also don't have enough time to write a full story so I might do something longer later with this idk. (also I'm envisioning a chubby plus size reader because it just felt right) Hope you like it!

Warning: swearing

"Hey, Robocop, could you stop glaring at our new cook?" Sam joked, noticing his friend glaring at their newest cook.

"She's a spy, Sam." Sam scoffed at the ridiculousness of Bucky's words.

"Bucky, she is baking an upside-down pineapple cake and wearing a pink and white apron while dancing to a Nat King Cole song. If she's a spy, Beyonce is my wife." Sam tried to reason with the soldier, but Bucky glared at him.

"Maybe that's what Hydra wants you to think. They are trained to be unsuspecting and blend in." Bucky whispered to Sam, looking at the cook, who was singing the lyrics of the song that was playing. He was transported back in time when his mom and sister would do the same thing. And there she was, (Y/N) in his mom's summertime apron, singing one of his mom's favorite songs. Hydra was getting sloppy with their spies if this was what they were sending.

After his therapy session, Bucky arrived at the compound and noticed a plate of chocolate chip cookies on the kitchen counter. He didn't think much, but he grabbed one and ate it.

He paused and looked at the cookie. It was exactly like his ma's recipe. He could feel his eyes water because he hadn't realized how much he missed these fucking cookies.

"Hello, Sargent. Like the cookies?" The alleged spy asked. She was wearing a very familiar floral apron. An apron he used to laugh at, saying it looked like his nana's curtains. His ma would always stick her tongue out in retaliation. Maybe he should try and see if she has the same reaction...

"Nice apron... Kinda looks like my grandma's curtains." (Y/N) laughed at his joke.Like a full belly laugh. She looks cute, Bucky thought. But immediately shook his head. Nope, this girl that looks like a warm hug personified is evil.

"It does kinda look like that. My grandma had the same one." She said, twiddling with the edge of the apron. Hydra really trained this one well.

And every day it was like this. Bucky would find her singing and dancing with an apron that was exactly like the one his mom would wear. It was driving him insane. Sam had tried to reason with him, but everything felt like a trap. It was like Hydra stole his memories and was recreating them with a beautiful lady that was just Bucky's type.

But today, it was Bucky's last straw. (Y/N) was wearing his ma's favorite red apron. And he knew it was his ma's because he could see the J and R embroidered in the apron's hem. Bucky had bought the apron, and Becca embroidered it as a Mother's Day gift.

"Cookie?" She asked, showing him a plate of freshly baked chocolate cookies. They smelt exactly like the ones ma' used to make. It angered him.

"What's your deal? How did you get this recipe and that apron?" Bucky growled. (Y/N) took a step back, but she didn't look scared.

"You know the bakery in Queens called Paulie's?" She started saying; Bucky nodded. His mom used to bring them there anytime they were going to celebrate something special in their family.

"I used to work there part-time in high school. So did Rebecca, your sister... She was the head baker there and taught me all the recipes I knew. A lot of them were your mom's. When she retired and moved in with her grandson, she gave me all these beautiful aprons. I am sorry if it made you uncomfortable. " She said honestly.

Bucky kept looking into her eyes to search for a lie. But there wasn't any there.

"Steve went to Paulie's and tried my cookies. He said it tasted like your mom's, and that's when SHIELD hired me. They thought having a familiar aspect would be easier for your transition." She confessed.

"And the music?" Bucky whispered. He felt kinda nice; she wasn't a spy. She was just a woman who had a connection with his sister. Maybe he could find out more about her last moments through her.

"She wouldn't work if she didn't have music playing in the background. I think I just adopted that habit." She said sheepishly. Bucky chuckled; his mom was the same.

"Would you like to learn how to back?" She added and Bucky nodded, holding back the tears.

"Sure, I would love to." The smile that she gave him was worth a million dollars and he would gladly pay it if it meant he would see it again. To think he thought it was a fucking Hydra spy.

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

THIS IS NOT A GENUINE HEADCANON OF MINE BUT IM CACKLING OVER THE IDEA I GOT INSPIRATION FROM MY LIFE AND A TIKTOK VIDEO

So like

So

Everyone lives up north in the US like Ohio or some shit bc it's weird and that's a Remus vibe

Oh boy it's highschool ‼️ and this new kid moves to town and joins their school blah blah Virgil does NOT talk. Bro does not say one word to anyone. He sits there and does his work with headphones in and has not spoken all year. and Remus (much to everyone else's annoyance) has the fattest hallway crush on him. Everyone is annoyed by it. Like Remus you haven't even heard the man speak yet. Maybe he's a dickhead. But eventually. EVENTUALLY.

There is a class presentation. Virgil has to present.

He comes to the front of the class, panicking so hard he's Calm™, opens his mouth, and has the THICKEST SOUTHERN ACCENT—

Virgil is y'allternative. Someone asks a dumb question and he stares before saying no hesitation point blank "That 'bout the dumbest question I 'ad ever hear. You got rocks in your brain?" (Quoted from my Nana ty Nana)

Que Remus' crush getting so much bigger because HELLO?

That's my silly goofy funny low-key inspired by various points in my life idea that has had me in tears for about five minutes laughing at the surprise factor of everyone finding out and Remus falling worse head over heels

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Okay but I'm fucking cackling at this entire concept holy shit it's beautiful XD Ree makes it known loud and clear how Gay he is for an Emo he knows literally nothing about and the moment he hears the Southern Accent he's A W O O G A ing so hard to the point where he gets himself a Detention Speedrun XD

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Spaceship: Horizon - Part 10: A Train to Drain

Male Reader x Kwon Nayeon (Nana), Nicha Yontararak (Minnie), Lee Chaeyoung (Isa), Kang Mina, Kim Yeonhee, Jung Chaeyeon, Im Yoona (ft. Kim Yerim, Choi Yena, Miyawaki Sakura)

Length: 6066 words

Tags: 8some, exhibitionism, post-sex, danger lol, aphrodisiac, possibly drunk sex, making out, kissing, sloppy blowjob, deepthroat, no gag reflex, cum swallowing, snow balling I guess, sharing is caring <3, undressing, bend-over, daddy kink, hard sex, voyeurism, lingerie, hairy, cumming inside, breeding kink maybe, mommy kink, sweet sex, fingering, titjob, titsplay, very rough sex, degrading language, braids as handles, cum everywhere lmao, missionary, lesbian play, butt-plug, cursing, squirting, femdom, femsub, female mommy kink, clit play, forced sex maybe, hair pulling, female orgasms en mass, anal, stand and carry (with help), fainting, too much sex, too many tags, I probably forgot like ten   

TW: a little bit of drugs (aphrodisiac), and exhibitionism and little degradation, also polygamy lmao

Credit: @midnightdancingsol for editing. What would I do without you? Thank you, as always!

(A/N: Yes, this is an 8some. Seven idols of seven groups I haven’t written yet. This is also the setup for the season finale! Enjoy!)

“Attention, everyone! Head to your sleeping quarters or headquarter immediately! This is an order. Those that will not arrive at their respective quarters within fifteen minutes will be punished severely. Achtung an alle—”

The roaring siren wakes you up. It lasts only for about ten seconds, before Helper’s robotic, threatening voice interjects. In multiple languages he repeats the warning—at least, it’s what you assume in your half-sleepy, half-exhausted state.

Yeri is the little spoon to your big spoon. Except for her beautiful legs and feet, she is covered by a yellow blanket. Your flaccid dick rests on her firm ass cheeks, enjoying their smoothness after long sessions of usage. The two of you made a mess underneath the blanket, and by removing it, it's revealed. 

“Yeri, get up. This sounds serious.”

“Five more minutes,” she says, a few wrinkles appearing on her forehead.

“Stop joking, we have no time for this shit!”

You jump up and take the blanket with you. Yeri mewls and squirms on the bed in need of the cozy object. Just like you, she is completely naked, but unlike you, she is not scrambling to get all of her clothes back on.

“Why are you in such a hurry? What are they going to do, kill us?”

“Uhm, yeah? Maybe they are doing this as an experiment? A test, to find those that are disobedient and execute the—where the fuck is my shirt?”

It’s seemingly nowhere. No matter how thoroughly your eyes scan the room, you cannot find it. You don’t even remember where Yeri tore the garment off your torso. In front of the large mirror? At the end of the creaking bed? Behind that shaky stool? Even after scanning them two times, three times, you’re still shirtless.

“Aw~ Are you looking for this?” Yeri asks in a playful voice. She leans backwards and makes a show out of pulling the striped shirt from in between her legs. 

“Do you still want to wear this? Look—”

She points at streaks of glassy, white liquid at the hem of the shirt.

“—that’s yours! Oh, and this—”

Yeri points at large stains of wetness all over the blue and white fabric.

“—is mine. Damn, it smells nice—”

With a scoff you tear it from her hands. The piece of clothing feels unusable. Yeri giggles and stretches her limbs across the equally unusable bed—if you were able to sleep in this, you might as well put the shirt on. It might save you a lot of trouble after all.

“Hello! Oh my, am I interrupting something?”

A distinctive, ecstatic voice booms over the monotonous repetition of the speaker. Yena’s smile is distinctive, equally happy and sly, as she slowly walks towards you. You flail backwards, before narrowing your eyes. Embarrassment and anger rise in your head for just a moment, but then you resign yourself to utter confusion.

“Ah, fuck it!” you shout out and sink into the chair on which you pounded Yeri, “I give up, do whatever you want, I—"

"Nice, next round?" Yeri asks. Seductively, she spreads her legs and uses her fingers to show off her folds. Despite the exhibitionistic behavior, both Yeri and Yean do not pay attention to one another. The latter is much more focused on getting information across to you.

"You two will have to wait for that. We have to win before that."

You roll your eyes. Yena's words leave you utterly lost in their mysteriousness. She sounds like an edgy teenager in their rebellious phase and you have no time for it. In only a couple of minutes, you might be in big trouble.

"Yena, I'll go now. This is too stupid for me."

"They won't come. They won't do anything to you, they can't."

"What the fuck? Explain! You sound like a conspiracy theorist or some moron—"

Yena raises her fist. A sparkle of determination and joy shines in her eyes. Her appearance is cute yet her behavior is still as vague as one can be.

"Okay, I'll give you a very brief, unsatisfactory explanation now. If you follow through, I'll give you a ten hour lecture about—literally everything you want."

"Really, now? Fuck you, Yena, you’re so annoying. Is it that hard to tell me—"

A moan in the background interrupts your one-sided fight with Yena. Yeri starts to masturbate by rubbing her clit in gradual circles. Yeah, this was to be expected of her. Somehow, she is not yet satisfied, even after hours of sex. 

"One more video—"

Yena's voice is suddenly deep and honest. A weird, unfitting change with Yeri's moans and the wet sounds of her pussy in the background, but with every passing second, things seem to make less and less sense.

"One more video and we will be free from them. Make the craziest fuck session ever and they will all disappear."

#

"Your drinks, ladies."

With elegant steps and a swing of your hips, you glide through the delighted crowd towards the full table in this crowded bar. The tone of your voice is not as elegant. It's been an hectic evening after all. Dozens of customers want to be served and your colleagues are eager to do their bare minimum for some reason. Would've been nice if they at least increased their speed by a factor of 1.2, but no, they still move at a snail's pace.

A cynical person might call the table you're serving a 'consolation prize'. Sure, the seven women order drink after drink and put you under severe pressure, but they all look absolutely stunning. Beautiful girl after beautiful girl, all very distinct, with their own style, yet their synergy is immaculate. They laugh, bicker and raise glasses with no end in sight.

"Hey, Mina! That's mine—stop!" Chaeyeon complains.

"Chill, you can have a sip of mine too," Yeonhee interrupts the arising argument.

While you place down the next round of drinks, your eyes scan the seven faces quickly. Should I go for it and ask for her number? Ah, no, they all look too rich or out of your league to tell you. It's no use, and work is still going to keep you occupied for a couple of hours.

"You two, always sticking tongues in the same thing…" Nicha’s witty response finds a quick counter by Chaeyeon.

"Nicha, you too kissed guys who had girlfriends before, so—"

"That's totally different!"

"Uhm, hey. I'd like to order an, uhm."

Oh, this one is directed at you. The quietest girl looks at you with her puppy eyes. She is adorable, but her extremely expensive outfit forces you to throw out every fantasy of ever asking her out.

"Ah, yes. What can I get for you?" you eventually respond with a shy smile.

"Nana, do you really think you can take another?" Yoona, the oldest, says worriedly. 

"Yes!” Nana oozes confidence, “I want the, what's it called, oh yes! Limoncello Martini, with extra lemon juice, please."

"Sure, thing," you say. To your surprise, the background noise gets louder as the seven beauties fall quiet. Fourteen eyes in different sizes and colors fly open wide. A feeling of uncomfortableness creeps up your spine and you quickly leave the table. 

That was creepy. Ah, whatever. Probably just an inside joke. 

A cocktail here, a beer there, a bowl of peanuts to the back. Water, vodka, wine, cola, then a tequila-filled glass hits the floor. A lot can happen in ten minutes, but eventually the Limoncello Martini reaches Nana. Its strong lemon smell reaches your nose and you can't help but to grimace at the acidity. Her friends are caught up in an excited chatter that quiets down when you arrive.

"The Limoncello, extra lemon, for you."

"Thank you very much~" Nana responds with a bright smile. Her eyes show signs of the alcohol taking its well-known effect: unfocused, slightly dizzy, yet just as sparkling as when she first entered the bar. Why shouldn’t this be the perfect time to ask h—

“Give me some too!”

“Hey, Yeonhee, stop! Order your own drink!”

“Give me money then.”

“You have your own money!”

“Stop fighting, you two.”

A calm, confident voice interrupts the two girls before they can spill the drink. Yeonhee, a blonde girl with pure features and cute lips that now furrow to a pout, leaves the cocktail glass alone and Nana immediately dives in to take a sip. The muscles on her cheeks and forehead contort as the boozy liquid finds its way down her throat. You chuckle.

“I thought so. I never saw someone order extra lemon. Is it too sour? Can I get you a new one?”

“No,” Nana whispers while putting the glass down, “but you can give me your number, hm?”

#

The bar is closed. Most people left hours ago. The sun has been up for a couple of hours now and everyone who drank one or two cocktails over their limit is dozing at home. Behind the counter, your boss is counting stacks of cash, while your co-worker cleans the remaining glasses and tables.

You’re not helping them today. You always do, but your luck is beyond reason this morning. Nana’s arms wrap around your neck while yours are on her exposed waist. In short intervals, you two engage in a wild battle of tongues, before pulling back with groans. Her hands find your back, abs, pecs, whereas yours go down from her breast, to her ass, and end at her thighs. 

“Touch me more,” Nana moans. You’d respond, but she leaves you speechless with her lips as a seal and tongue as a plug. Answering isn’t necessary of course, since you can just continue to squeeze her delicious curves. Her breasts are a nice handful, but a white top with weird, wide see-through plastic straps keeps you from feeling their texture. 

All it takes is a pull and the straps glide down Nana’s arm and the top down to her midriff. No bra. You both smile into the kiss. She frees her arms and unbuckles her pants to let both pieces of garment drop to the floor. You want to dive in immediately—

“Did you know I like sharing~?”

“Uhm, well you didn’t share your drink back then.”

“Just because I knew she wouldn’t like it.” Nana unbuttons your shirt, then continues her explanation in a sultry tone, “I share different things. Men like you, for example.”

Your heart has been racing ever since Nana pulled out her phone to type in your ten digit number and now it picked up the pace once more. The question of if she is serious becomes unnecessary when you see the door slowly open to reveal one of her friends—Nicha. The punk-like outfit she wore back at the table is nowhere to be seen. Her hair is a mess, the same goes for her loosely-hanging bra and drenched crimson panties.

“She’s hot, huh?” Nana whispers. Sucks at your now-bare collarbone can’t distract you from the tipsy Nicha walking towards you. The sway of her hips is deadly, the same for her lips. Never before have you seen a woman with matching lingerie and lipstick. It’s an insane sight. 

“Sit down,” Nicha orders. Nana struggles to get your belt open, leaving her friend's waiting. An eye roll later and the girl in black hair yanks down your pants. As these pants still fall, she shoves you into the couch. Your gasp again when Nicha goes down to her knees before you and frees your cock from its underwear cage with nothing but her mouth.

“You’ll love this. Her tongue and mouth are incredible.”

Nana’s statement is confirmed instantaneously. Nicha licks your cockhead in swirls like she is engaging in a passionate kiss with it. The texture of her tongue is all over your sensitive tip, then proceeds to move further down the shaft to reach your base. To your surprise, Nicha doesn’t gag, even with multiple inches in her throat. It takes her little effort to leave red imprints on your shaven base.

Nana nibbles and licks on your earlobe. It sends a shiver down your spine, but you still can't stop staring down at Nicha and her black bangs as they move through her blowjob. The sound of wet sloshes of saliva mixes with Nana's whisper right next to your ear.

"Do you like that? Two girls, all over you? I can make it more, if you just… cum.”

“Fuck.”

Your groan encourages Nicha to smear more of her lipstick on you. Your arousal and sensitivity reach their peak when Nicha does a quick corkscrew motion with mouth and Nana drags her tongue along your jaw. Nana moves down your throat to your chest, her black-haired friend down your length to your balls. Nicha takes them into her mouth. Pop, pop. They are full and you’re close to unleashing what's inside them.

“F-fuck,” your groan out in bliss.

“Nicha~” 

Nana’s cutesy voice resonates from your navel where the journey of her tongue ended. 

“I know you want it all. Take it.”

“Shut up!”

Angrily, she goes down on you again, the chin grazes your saliva-glazed balls. With an elongated hiss you announce what they both know: your orgasm is imminent. In a moment of blind enthusiasm, you grab Nicha’s sweaty hair and pull it down. A gasp from Nana, as she is cheek-to-cheek with Nicha comes simultaneously to your final groan. 

Gulp, gulp, gulp. Three times is not enough for Nicha to fully swallow the sticky whiteness. She backs off and the rest drips from her mouth, only to be caught by an eager Nana. Coos and giggles in between slurps of semen are Nicha’s song before she finishes it with a shout.

“Next~!”

Your vision is dizzy. Your eyes switch from an exhausted Nicha to an amused Nana to your hard cock to foreign hands on your cock to massive thighs to covered breasts. After a short recovery you recognize the new faces with their respective attributes: Isa and Mina, also part of the friend group from last night.

Isa’s gorgeous face does not include her familiar smile, but a red hue, probably from the copious amounts of liquor she consumed. She is almost brash, completely different from Mina. Isa does not hesitate to put her fingers around your cock to stroke it. You groan in surprise at the pleasure and Isa takes the chance to kiss you. However, her dance is a mess and her teeth are a constant obstacle. A sting when she accidentally bites your lip interrupts the attempt.

“I’m sorry, fuck.”

“It’s fine, I—”

“No, no, I know I’m bad at that. Can I still get uhm…?”

She nods towards your phallus and you chuckle.

“Sure. How would you like it?”

“How about—”

Isa climbs off from the couch, her right hand lingering on your chest a little, her left hand lingering around your cock a little longer, and stands up straight. She looks lost and stressed, her eyes darting around the room. With every step her breasts jiggle a little and her thighs jiggle a little more, as she walks towards a dark oak dresser in the corner of the room.

“—here?”

Isa ignores the vase, mirror, and glass beads atop the dresser and rests her elbows in between them, then she shakes her head to free her stupidly gorgeous face from any stray locks, spreads her wobbly, smooth legs and looks back at you. It works like an aphrodisiac.

Mindlessly, you jump up and almost butt heads with Mina. Fuck. Isa had occupied your brain to the point that you forgot about the busty cutie before you. Unlike Isa, she is still wearing something: a simple white bra with matching panties. Conservative, but beautiful. It fits her. After all, she is still covering her cheeks and timidly looks away. What gives away her hidden desire is a wet spot of arousal on said panties.

“Damn, you're beautiful.”

“Th-thank you.”

“Wanna join us?”

“Uh, I, uhm, don’t—”

“You don’t have to—”

“No! S-sure, I’ll c-come with you.”

You stretch out your hand as an invitation. It must look odd when you're completely naked and your cock swings. Nevertheless, Mina’s shyness subsides a little and she reaches for your hand. As your digits entwine, you hear a desperate cry from Isa.

“Pleeeeease, hurry!”

Mina follows after you and rests on the wall next to the dresser. Though she looks shy and flushed, her eyes still follow your body and Isa’s body when they meet in a backhug. Your dick glides into the gap beneath Isa’s leaking pussy. Her velvety insides might not squeeze you right now, but her thighs, her godly thighs create suffocating pressure.

“Fuck, your thigh—”

“I know. Can you fuck me now?”

“Hm? Am I not fucking you?” you joke, thrusting into the gap while gently caressing her hair. If you’re honest, this is easily enough pleasure to make you ignore the risky fuck of a pussy. After about ten thrusts, ten claps on her firm butt, Isa breaks:

“No! Fuck. My. Pussy! Hard, no more bulls—ah!”

Isa screams out in pleasure. Finally, your cock has found its way between her slick folds and then into her hot depth. Your fingers now entwine with her silken hair and pull. There is no turning back for her, for you, for Mina, as she gawks at the rapid fire jolts of your hip. 

Ripple after ripple turn Isa’s thighs into an ocean of waves. Your heavy thrusts of your pelvis against her ass, causes her to whine adorably. Isa’s whines turn to moans when you hit the entrance to her womb with hard smacks of your leaking tip. The glass beads tremble, the vase almost tumbles, the mirror shakes dangerously. Isa’s hot, rampant breaths cause it to mist up and your relentless pounding almost causes its downfall. 

Unbeknownst to you and beyond her self-control, Mina leans in closer. Drool leaks from her lips and onto the brown wooden surface. Her face is visibly heating up and her legs rub together frantically. The friction makes her panties become a useless towel. They fail to hold the nectar dripping from her pussy as she tries to hold onto the shaking dresser.

“Good, good, Daddy! Fuck me, fill me!”

“Wh-what?”

“Yes, Daddy! Give me your milk!”

Confusion and fear overtakes your head. You spin it to the side; this plain, gray wall won’t help you. To the other; an undressing Mina is no help either. Over your shoulder; Nana fortunately provides an explanation:

“She is on birth control, don’t worry! She just likes being full.”

And you definitely like her pussy, its divine texture, glorious heat and virgin-like grip. This is a gift you cannot refuse. Isa is not only begging for it with her words, her body also moves to match your pace. Only second until you cum for a second time, yet you don’t want to leave the second girl unsatisfied. Use your unoccupied hand and go on an adventure. The treasure is her clit, which you stimulate with quick rubs to push her into climax. It should always be this easy.

“Oh my God, fuck!”

Cross the finish line together with Isa. It feels like pumping a week's worth of semen into the twitching, unstable girl. When you pull out of her and back off, Isa slowly sinks to the ground. Her breaths are deep, quick and satisfied. Something is off though. For some reason, you’re still energetic, still hard, still feral—or is it actually the other way around?

You somehow turned into an animal in heat. Nothing can stop you.

Mina gaps when you grab her hand and throw her onto the sofa. She mewls when you tell her to remove her bra, but still follows through. The astonishing sight of her breasts gives your dick-controlled brain an idea.

Climb on top of her and align your shaft with the gap in between her big mounds, then grab said mounds and squeeze. This pocket around your cock is soft and Isa’s fresh juices serve as a lubricant. In this weird position where you have to balance yourself to not crash onto Mina’s trained stomach makes the tit fuck hard, but absolutely thrilling. 

“Stick out your tongue.”

Your order came out harsher, more desperate than you would’ve wanted. Mina’s aroused face shows no signs of being startled, on the contrary: she obliges. Her small tongue protrudes from her luscious lips, and with more aggression you try to reach it. A couple of thrusts and you groan. A drool-covered tip meets a pussy-juice-covered tip. Not a huge difference, until yours leaks pre-cum and sprinkles it. Mina laps it up and grimaces at her first taste of the clear liquid.

“Good girl. I’ll give you a reward.”

You stop and move your attention away from Mina’s bust. Your fingers glide over her midriff and without hesitation dive into her sodden panties. A wild bush, almost as wild as your attack onto her vulva, is no obstacle for your goal to pleasure her. Mina mewls like a kitten when you finger fuck her. 

Find the nub in her dark pubic hair and rub it with your thumb. Your finger thrusts go faster and faster. Mina’s breasts make sure you don’t go flaccid and suddenly, she squeezes them together and down your length. It’s no use, holding your moan back and luckily Mina joins you. This becomes a duel, a battle of who can pleasure the other better.

A moment of hesitation, contemplation, then overstimulation for Mina. She jerks her tits up and down to have any semblance of winning this competition, but her lower body is giving up on her. It goes up on its own, fucking your finger, and suddenly unleashing. A clear stream of squirt flies across the couch and onto your rubbing fingers. 

Mina throws her head back just in time for you to do the same. Four spurts of cum streak over the beautiful girl, from her forehead to her nipples. A little bit drips into her mouth while she moans. The saltiness makes her whine as the wave of pleasure abates. 

You laugh.

“Damn, that was amazing.”

“Wow. You were right, Nana, he’s still hard,” a new voice whispers.

Chaeyeon gives Nana a back hug and nibbles on the younger woman's neck. Nana moans and bites her lip. Through the sudden attack of affection, she points over at the small living room table. On it lies another girl. The sight makes your brain lag and you forget her name. 

Does a name really matter if she is already nude, legs spread, fingers on her clit? 

You turn your body towards her. She looks impatient, so you hurry to get off of Mina and cover the small distance. It’s not fast enough however. With an annoyed gaze, she speaks her mind with no filter. 

“Hurry the fuck up! Please me!”

“Woah, chill! Your face is cute, but you’re a needy bitch, huh?”

Long, golden blond braids are favorable handles for you. With your first, merciless pull you remember her name again. Yeonhee. Innocent-looking, but absolutely bratty. Maybe she is just confident and really wants your dick. Either way, she gets it.

Plunge into her. Yeonhee’s legs tremble like she is currently experiencing an orgasm. You ignore it and only chase your own release. It will be the fourth of this morning and because Yeonhee’s insides are hotter than the sun itself, you’ll soon be there. Each drill is proof of the mind-blowing texture of the blonde’s velvety walls. You complement it with another pull on her braids.

“Argh, fuck.”

“You get what you want—or should I stop?”

“No, fuck me—ah!”

Yeonhee is a mess of trembles once more. Could it actually be this easy to make her cum? You wouldn’t dare to complain. She milks like her life depends on it whenever you give her pain and pleasure in the form of pulls and thrusts. Because of the contortion of her adorable face, you haven’t paid attention to her breasts yet. The handfuls bounce up and down, and you lean in to lap at her solid nipples. 

The sweat on her back makes her glide centimeters over the glass surface of the table. Jiggles on her perfectly endowed go unnoticed, at least by you. From behind you hear moans and giggles from Nana and Chaeyeon. The thought of them pleasuring each other while watching you makes you increase your speed.

Yeonhee screams. She throws her arms back off the edge of the table and her clean, sweaty pits get exposed. Instinctively, your tongue moves down from her mound to the exposed pit to lick up more of her addictive body. This time, you won’t care if she can get pregnant or not. You just want to unload in this damn body, and she wants you as well.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop! Fuck, never stop. I want more!”

“Yeonhee, me too. Fuck, you’re so tight.”

Your pelvises only meet once more. Her braids are handles only once more. Your cock only spurts into Yeonhee once more. It’s all worth it. When you pull out, cream flushes out of her red pussy. It runs in between her ass cheeks and makes a sticky mess on the table. You move away from her, just a step, to take the beautiful girl into view. She has her eyes closed and—

“Aw~ Are you going soft in Mommy’s hand~?”

A mocking voice. A delicate hand. A painful groan. Perky nipples press into your back, in fact, you feel the entirety of a toned, bare body. Like this, you cannot see her face, but you have a feeling who it could be. Chaeyeon confirms your assumption when she calls out:

"Yoona-unnie! I want to go next!"

"Oh, sweetie, I'm not taking him away from you. Actually, I'm helping you."

She pulls back her hand at a snail's pace. You squirm and lean back even more into Yoona's body and her second hand makes sure you'll stay like this. Your thoroughly used cock twitches like crazy and it was about to go soft—

"I'm keeping him hard. Look~"

It's not only her hand. Yoona's voice, with its sultry, mocking, demanding tone is like a pacemaker. It forces blood to go back to your cock. You stay solid, physically ready to go, but your brain is lagging. This morning had been too crazy.

"Mommy did her thing. Now~go give it to our cute Chaeyeon here."

"Stop calling me cute, Unnie!" Chaeyeon says angrily. She abandons her intimate hug and kiss session with Nana and lays down on the couch, next to a snoring Mina.

"I want you now, mister waiter," the stunning brunette says, spreading her legs high and wide.

"Will you really keep her waiting~?" Yoona asks, her lips right at your ear. 

A stupid question. Of course you don't want to keep a willing woman with perfect legs and juicy breasts waiting. Your mind is failing you. The constant stimulation and switch in partners made it a mushy mess. 

Yoona guides you from behind. Each movement of her limbs forces you to move yours as well- Her legs and hands cover the miniscule distance to Chaeyeon's shaven slit. Her eyes sparkle in need.

"Put it in, put it in, please,” Chaeyeon begs.

"Fold her, press her, fill her, do it for Mommy.” Yoona’s seductive voice is inescapable.

"Y-yes, Mommy."

And you do it. Your fingers wrap around Chaeyeon's ankles. In one swing, you press her smooth legs back and down. Chaeyeon gasps in anticipation, so you continue. Align your cock with her awaiting pussy and you find that she has a surprise for you: the heart-shaped gem of a butt-plug in between her small cheeks. 

"Our pretty Chaeyeon has gotten kinky~"

Before Chaeyeon can respond to Yoona's remark, you flick, tug and lightly twist the protruding end of the sex toy. 

"It looks hot."

"It feels amazing. I always wanted to try it with a cock in me—shit!"

A curse from her tender lips. It's only the first of many, many curses an elegant woman like her should not spout, but then again, no one who it could bother will ever know. It's just her, her six equally horny and naughty friends, and you. 

"How does she feel? Come on, tell Mommy~"

Yoona massages your shoulders as she watches you massaging Chaeyeon's insides. Both their pussies leak down your legs, from the front, from the back. Quickly, you get on your toes to get more leverage. Glide deep and groan your answer.

"Mommy, she is—fuck, incredible. She feels so tight and I can f-feel the plug."

"Good boy~"

All of a sudden, Yoona jolts her hips forward against your ass. Your formerly careful thrusts are gone. Yoona makes you fuck her friend harder than planned and consequentially, Chaeyeon grips the pillows harder.

"Unnie, what are you—fuck!"

"Shhh, baby girl~! You're mine now."

You're stuck. Trapped between the bodies of two women. Yoona uses you as her tool, to stimulate the younger Chaeyeon. Never before felt being used this good. Luckily, Chaeyeon seems to melt and falter to the pleasure a faster-than-expected fucking gives her. 

Kiss Chaeyeon's womb and simultaneously Yoona kisses your nape. Even with her lips and tongue she is eager, thus it's no surprise that Chaeyeon succumbs to the double thrusts. 

"U-unnie, it fee—" Chaeyeon is cut off by a harsh Yoona.

"No, sweetie. Wrong."

"M-M-Mommy, fuck, it feels so good. My pussy, my ass—make me cum, please."

Yoona's hands wander over your waist to her friend's clit. What happens after is unbeknownst to you. All you see is Chaeyeon's eyes jumping open wide and here the pleasure-filled scream from trembling lips. Then the pressure around your dick becomes unbearable. Yoona forces a quick array of thrusts, but then you burst.

After so many loads, it's no surprise that this one is tiny and not near as creamy as before. Still, the pulses from Chaeyeon's cunt make you feel an indescribable heat and the joy of sex makes you slowly tumble into dreamland. This victory of Yoona is your final part in this scene.

"Hey, don't fall asleep on me! I still haven't had my share!"

Nana shouts and shakes at your shoulder. She pulls you away from the couch and the other girls and pulls you into a hug. Your semi-hard cock grazes her folds, but it's too late. You become flaccid. 

"No! This is so unfair."

"Give him more of it," Yeonhee says from behind. You don't see her, as your eyes are focused on the disappointed Nana.

"But is it safe? I don't want him to overdose."

"O-overdose? What do you mean?"

Nana sighs.

"Do you remember the Limoncello Martini? The extra lemon has a… special effect. It makes you last longer."

"What?"

Any follow-up question is stuck in your throat. Considering your current environment and predicament, the existence of such a substance is not surprising at all. How did they get their hands on it though?

"Yeah. And because I still did not have you in me, I want you to smell a tiny bit of it. Is that okay with you?"

"How could I possibly refuse such an offer? I think you’ve deserved it now."

Nana giggles and you hear steps behind you. One of the six woman you had sex with before holds her finger underneath your nose. The distinct smell of the citrusy fruit hits your nostrils. It's not even close to the Limoncello Martini, so you suspect that its effects will not be enough, but Nana shows confidence.

“This will do.”

Then she kisses you. Once again, your tongues play and dance with each other as you feel the effects on the lower part of your body. Once again, the two of you have your hands at the other's body, although this time only certain spots are of interest. Once again, you get horny for this frisky girl and the lemon-stimulus makes you hard in her squeezing hand. 

“One load?” Nana asks jokingly, as her fingers wander down to your balls and cup them super gently.

“More would kill me.”

“Then I want it… in my ass.”

Nana’s whisper was not quiet enough. The part of her friends that’s able to stand up does so and hastily positions themselves next to you. Their eyes are bright, their grins as well.

“Nana, finally.”

“We’ve waited so long for this. Good girl~”

Both Yoona and Nicha hook their arms around Nana’s legs and lift the light woman up. Her wetness rubs on your hardness now as she once again wraps her arms around your nape. You instinctively help in stabilizing her, but now your arms are occupied. There is no way for you to align with her puckered entrance.

Luckily, a third girl staggers over and finds stop at your shoulders. Chaeyeon completes the circle of beauty around you and her sweaty hands reach for your sensitive shaft. When you hiss, she giggles.

“Hm, I’m glad I get to touch this snake, Daddy.”

“Daddy? What?!”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure you made me pregnant just now. So take—”

With no warning, she shoves your tip into Nana’s ass.

“—responsibility.”

Nana screams and you almost join her. This is too much. A man isn’t made for feeling the narrow, scorching confines of so many holes in such a short amount of time. A heart, a brain, a cock can’t possibly survive such frequent usage and stimulation. They will surely break at some point.

For Nana, however, you’ll accept this fate. Even if you fucking die through this, you will not stop. 

The brunette girl has tears in her eyes, while her Unnies praise her and coo with every inch you push into her ass. At times, she feels too tight to get your entire length into her, but eventually, with a lot of help from her friends, you bottom out. Muster all the strength you have to pull her close. Thank God that Chaeyeon is like a pillar behind you or you would have lost balance. 

“I-it hurts m-more than I thought,” Nana whimpers, a few tears running down her flawless cheeks.

“Y-you good? We can stop whenever you want. This is not a competition.”

“Yeah, baby,“ Yoona softly says, “you did good, you don’t have to prove anything~.”

“My first time hurt too,” Nicha adds, while adding kisses to Nana’s back.

“No! J-just go v-very slowly, okay?”

Take a look at Nana’s sparkling eyes. They reaffirm her words and so you, with a lot of help, begin your first thrust. It’s easily the slowest you’ve pulled out of a girl this morning, but it’s also necessary. Nana’s face is distorted by pain until your glans is the only thing inside her butt. 

“You can do it.” Chaeyeon’s words are amplified by her massaging Nana’s legs.

“Yes, I can.”

You groan. Even at such a slow pace, this thrust feels great. Nana’s ass grips tightly and soon, every part of your cock gets milked from her walls. Who could last longer than a minute inside this amazing hole? 

Your brain starts to fail. First your nose. The smell of sweat, juice and sex escape you. Then your vision. Gorgeous faces, bare chests and slender limbs become fuzzy. Finally, your own body. Yoona, Nicha and Chaeyeon are the only reason you and Nana are still upright.

“I-I can’t anymore.”

“Please, just a couple more thrusts.”

Her plea, your only energy. You begin to thrust faster. She winces. You repeat the motion, and suddenly she groans. Your perception of time has gone haywire. Suddenly you feel yourself pounding Nana faster. She doesn’t cry anymore and seems to fit perfectly around your length. Moans and cheers make a cacophony that reassure you: it’s working now.

“So good! Please, cum inside! Cum before me!”

What an odd request. 

A hole in your memory. All you do is feel and hear. Ropes of cum flee your body, Nana trembles around you. Her wetness lubes your torso, her fingernails scratch your neck. There are moans, there are sighs, there is a door being opened. Confused, excited, panicked voices—and in between all of them, you immediately recognize one.

“You did it! We are free, finally!”

Sakura. What is she doing here?

(A/N2: Sorry for all those tags, and thanks for reading! If you find missing tags, comment them or sth lmao)