#also sometimes just walk past each other and say ‘pussy’

[lycheedr3ams]

Congratulations on your account growth!! <33 (─‿‿─)♡

I followed you for that König story you wrote and I've been eating your works since then; truly, I loved your writing at first glance. Looking forward to future account growths!

Request: territorial!König x Gn!Reader •v• The rumor of Reader being the barracks bunny is false, obviously, but still, word got around. The rumors reached the highly respected and feared colonel König who confronted Reader and maybe...left a mark on them to show everyone who they belong to. Who they only belong to. Fluff/angst is fine, dom!König, so he's rough+degradation.

Everything else is up to you and please feel free to adjust or change anything to your liking! I just adore a territorial König story(⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

Thank you for your support!!!!!! You are so sweet

I love this ask!!! I love me a territorial, possessive man.... I have changed a few things tho. Personally, I think that colonel konig screenshot we all saw was fake info in the sense that the devs keep changing Kpnig's lore and stuff. I don't think he'd be able to be a colonel bc of his social anxiety, and his gear is just shit he put together. Besides, I lowkey like loser perv konig who isn't a colonel lol

I also made it she/her fem reader, i just don't relate to GN reader enough to write for it. I hope you still like it!!! also this turned out to be a lot longer than i had planned lol

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Barracks Bunny

fem!reader x territorial!dom!konig

MDNI

Warnings: harddom!konig, degradation, rough sex, possessiveness, p in v sex, rumors going around about reader, territorialness (not a word but whatever), semi-public sex, slight humiliation, biting, not proofread

you had spent some time with konig since you first met him, and he eventually invited you to his room. you didn't care who saw you follow him to his room in the barracks, you just knew you needed him and his cock. the first time you both had sex, it was the best you ever had. his grunts flooded your ears as he took you from behind, pressing you down into the mattress with his hand on your middle back.

"arch for me, just like that," he praised. he couldn't get enough of your moans and the way your wet pussy perfectly sucked him in. he wanted to cum inside you so badly, but you told him no.

after that, you two had sex with each other at least three times a week when he was on base. some people who lived in that wing saw you entering and leaving his room, always looking a bit more disheveled than when you entered. but there were others who didn't see you leaving konig's room specifically, and their minds were left to wonder who the lucky guy was that night.

...

you had noticed that a lot of the men around base had been looking at you in a much more...predatory way when you walked around. sometimes, they would whisper as you walked past. you chalked it up to immaturity and harmless crushes, but you learned it was so much more than that when konig shoved you against his wall one night right as you stepped into his room.

"you told me I was the only one!" he whisper-yelled at you. his eyes glowed almost red from inside his hood.

"what are you talking about??"

"do you really not know?" he asked a bit more quiet this time. you shook your head, your eyes wide. konig sighed.

"they say you are the 'barracks bunny'. you know what that means, ja?"

your eyes widened and your heart sunk. so that's why everyone was looking at you like that? You looked up at konig, scared, and his eyes slightly softened at your expression.

"konig...I don't know why they'd say that. i've only been sleeping with you, i swear."

he stared into your soul for the next few moments, mulling over in his head if he should believe you or not. he leaned down and his breath ghosted your neck through his hood.

"you are mine" he growled. you couldn't help the way you shivered as his words went straight to your core. "and i'm going to prove that to every man on base, right now."

"wha-" before you knew what was happening, konig picked you up roughly and threw you onto his bed. you had never seen the way he was looking at you now: with eyes that could kill a thousand men. you weren't sure if the growl you barely heard was real or your imagination.

"strip," he commanded.

"konig, what do you mean you're -"

"don't make me repeat myself," his sentence clipped and precise. you gulped, and undressed yourself on his bed until you were bare before him, and your clothes were just a pile on the floor. you looked up at him with wide eyes. he slowly backed away, still looking at you, as he slowly turned the knob to his door and cracked it open a tiny bit. light from the hallway was streaming in through a little rectangle onto the wall. thankfully, the open space was facing the wall rather than you.

"konig, what're you doing?"

he rested one knee on his bed as he leaned down and looked at you. he was still in his camos and tight black shirt, just the way you liked it.

"showing these men who you really belong to."

he quickly pinned you underneath him and smashed his lips against yours, barely pulling his hood up all the way. it was so rushed that his hood got in the way of the kiss, and he angrily yanked it aside so that he could completely feel your lips. he bit your lip harshly, and you mewled.

"that's it," he praised as he licked your lip. "keep making those sounds. let every man here know who's making you feel this way."

he began to kiss your neck, feigning innocence, before he bit hardly on the space where your neck met your shoulder. you yelped louder this time, not prepared for the sting of his canines in your soft flesh. he laughed and bit you again.

"konig!!" you said loudly, not caring who heard you at the moment. "that hurt!"

he laughed darkly. "oh, my poor barrack bunny. you think i'm gonna go easy on you tonight?" he mocked. "nein," he growled in your ear. "i'm going to fuck you so hard that the only thing you remember is my name."

he pawed at your breasts hungrily, like they were his lifeline, like they were the last thing he would ever touch. you couldn't help but glance over at the sliver of light against the wall dimming every so often as soldiers walked by. you moaned loudly when konig sucked on your nipple. his siege on your boobs was relentless, his teeth teasing your sensitive nipple.

"seems you like this, ja?" he teased. "already so loud, and i haven't even fucked you yet."

he next went straight for your pussy. he spread you open wide by underneath of your knees, and didn't let you catch your breath before he attached his mouth to your wet cunt. he purposely slurped and sucked louder than he ever had, and you were already almost screaming. you slapped your hand over your mouth to keep you from being too loud as you saw people's shadows walking by.

konig roughly grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head.

"if you do that, i'm going to have to keep your arms restrained, ja?" he warned. "no hiding your sounds."

all you could do was nod as he squeezed your wrists. when you agreed, he went back to devouring your pussy. you listened to him this time, and you were nearly screaming with how hard he made you cum. the little beam of light from the hallway was dimmed for a while that time as soldiers stopped to listen.

konig sat up and unbuckled his belt in a rush, his fingers fumbling with the buckle as his cock threatened to rip through his pants. he pulled his pants and boxers down slightly with a hiss as his cock sprang free. it was completely erect, and slightly red at the tip already. he looked up at you darkly before he spread you wide again and shoved it all the way in without warning.

"KONIG!" you screamed. he grunted loudly before slowly thrusting into you, giving you a chance to get used to him for a moment. his huge body was blocking you from seeing if anyone was listening just outside the door. you tried to peek your head around him, when he punished you with a particularly hard thrust.

"no looking," he growled as he slammed into you again. "you just focus on me."

your face scrunched up in a mix of pleasure and pain as konig slammed into you again and again and again. his balls slapped against your ass loudly with each thrust, and your pussy was soaked. you threw your head back as he finally set a steady pace of punishing thrusts straight up to your cervix. it only took five thrusts for you to start nearly screaming.

"that's it," konig gasped as he pounded you. "let everyone hear you."

your pussy clenched at his words, and he laughed.

"oh, the barrack bunny likes that, doesn't she?" he teased. he leaned down, still pounding you, as he whispered in your ear. "they're listening right outside, you know. they can hear how well you take me. how hard i fuck you. let them hear. go on."

you clenched hard around him as you moaned and mewled and screamed. his pace got even faster, and the headboard began to bang against the wall. anyone walking by would definitely hear that. the sounds of the metal headboard hitting the wooden wall, your deep moans, and the slapping of skin on skin was so loud that it drowned out all thoughts.

you repeated konig's name like a mantra as he pounded you. he grunted. "see? i told you the only thing you'd be saying was my name."

suddenly, he came with a grunt, and you felt a wave of hot fill your cervix as his tip pressed against it and filled it to the point of overflowing. a ring of white formed around his cock as it twitched inside you.

that night, all the soldiers knew that you were certainly konig's, and only konig's, barrack bunny.

[xxmethlordxx]

Laios x trans male reader.

(The reader does not have body surgery and will use words like pussy or hole to describe genitals.) reader's chest is not talked about, so!

And also, it does imply the reader is kind of small; I made that because I’m kind of small as a trans man, so!

NSFW————

You loved traveling with Laios’s party in the dungeon. You liked being in the dungeon in general; you liked your time with your party members; and you have never trusted a group of people more. But... sometimes you want alone time. You've tried in the past, but every time has been interrupted by a monster showing up, someone about to catch you, and yeah, it’s annoying. Each time you tell yourself, “I’ll have another chance,” but each chance gets ruined, and now you’re kind of mad. Another night of feeling pent up, Laios notices and sits by you.

“You okay?”

You turn to laios and go back to eating. “Yeah..”. Short and simple, you knew you couldn’t express your horniness to your party leader. Laios looked at you and frowned, knowing something was up, but you didn’t want to say it. The rest of the night, Laios kept looking at you, seeing you as more quiet and stressed. He felt bad as a party leader; he didn’t know what to do. Later that night, you stayed up super late, making sure everyone was asleep and sound. You slowly got up and walked down the hall, finding an okay room to try and do your business.

You brought a pillow to cushion your butt from the cold and hard dungeon floors and sat down. You sighed, got comfy, and started to trail your hand towards your clothed area. You started to slowly rub up and down on your clit and sighed, finally being able to touch yourself. You slid your pants off and underwear off, moved your hand around your hole to slick everything up, and rubbed your clit again, moaning quietly.

You pushed one finger, then two, and started to slowly pump yourself. You moaned more but felt frustrated; you wanted to feel full, and your small fingers were not cutting it. After another couple minutes of frustrating pumps, you sighed and looked over, and your eyes widened to see a sleepy Laios standing in the doorway.

“Oh, that’s where you went.” Laios said in a sleepy voice. You sat there frozen before covering yourself with your pants. “L-Laios! What are you doing up?!”

You felt embarrassed at how nonchalant Laios was, walking in on one of his party members touching themselves.

Laios didn’t say anything but walked closer, making you look up and down at him, confused. You watched him crouch down to you and smile tiredly. “Need help?” This caught you off guard. “H..help??” You thought you had heard him wrong, or maybe he meant something else, but your mind went blank when he pointed down on your crotch. “Yeah help… With that, you looked a little frustrated, hehe.”

This guy had to be pranking you.

Laios just smiled, waiting for your response, and you said, Fuck it, and nodded. With that, Laios smiles and sits down next to you, patting his lap. You hesitantly moved to sit in Laios’s lap and felt hands on your hips to push you more into his lap. You yelped at this laio, smiling and putting a finger over his mouth. “I wouldn’t want the others to wake up." He smiled as he took his bigger hands and opened your legs. You covered your face, embarrassed that this was even happening, but Laios smiled like he wasn’t about to help you get off. His fingers slowly made their way to your heat and moved his fingers into your slick, making you moan softly.

Laios took note of how warm your heat felt. He continued to move his fingers up and down, making you lean back into laios more and opening your legs. Laios looked down at your face, smiling. “Is this good? Am I doing a good job?” Laios quietly said, looking at you. “Y-yes…”. Laios smiled, and with his fingers slicked, he pushed one finger in, making you jolt. He felt your gummy insides and smiled, feeling around in your insides, making you whine as he felt around with his big finger.

You were a small guy, taller than Chilchuck, but for your race, you were still smaller than most, so when Laios used one of his fingers, it felt like two of yours. You moaned quietly and jolted again, feeling a second finger. Laios smiled, rubbing your tummy with the other hand to quiet you down, and started to pump in and out of you. You groaned, knowing he could reach places you couldn’t and whines as he kept feeling around inside you. Laios took in how warm in felt and the texture and went deeper with his fingers.

This caused you to moan louder, and Laios gently slapped a hand over your mouth. “We have to be quiet or we can’t continue." Laios sounded genuine, saying he didn’t want to wake up the other party members, and you nodded. He smiled, taking his hand off. “Good boy”.

This made you whine more. You’d never thought being called a good boy would sound so sweet, but when it rolled off of Laios’s tongue, it’s like you wanted more. "L-laios, curl your fingers more,” you quietly said, and Laios nodded and angled his fingers while pumping his fingers now. This action made you whine more. He was hitting the spot. Laios pumped faster, causing you to try and shut your legs, but laios beat you to it and used his hand to hold your legs open as he pumped in and out fast. Laios smiled and looked down at you as he continued.

You were a whiny, moaning mess. Laios tried to talk to you and ask you questions about whether he’s doing well or hitting the right spots. But you couldn’t speak, feeling his thick fingers go in and out quickly. You felt an overwhelming feeling that you were going to cum soon and wiggled around from the stimulation Laios was giving you.

Laios wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you still as he pounded your hole with his fingers. You whined and your body trembled as you felt your orgasm wash over you, feeling a wave of relief. Laios pumped in and out slowly a few more times and pulled his fingers out, now coated even more with your slick. Laios being the guy that he licked, it makes you stare at him. “Mmm~

You could not believe this guy.

You cleaned yourself up, and Laios stood there waiting for you and walked back with you. As you walked back, you blushed, looking at the floor.

“Thank you…”

Laios looked down and ruffled your hair, smiling.

“Anytime~”.

[charmante-mp3]

Easier

-- Day 9; Stockings (Song Mingi x Fem!Reader)

The people called for Mingi, and so I deliver to you, Song Mingi. And yes, this is from my Kinktober prompt from last year- This is also halfway edited, ending might feel a little rushed? Idk I'll come back to this... maybe. - Kinktober ML Main ML Warnings; Fem-bodied reader, she/her pronouns, squirting, m! and f! oral receiving/giving, unprotected sex (only allowed in reading don't do irl!), thigh-riding/fucking, reader flashes Mingi on accident oops- 1.6k

Y/n looked herself up and down in the mirror, not knowing how she felt about the fabric adorning her legs. A few weeks back, she and her friends went shopping just before settling for drinks. A now monthly routine they had slowly accustomed to. On that night, when she was home the girl haphazardly threw the bags in a corner of her room. Only remembering the new items thirty minutes ago. She sat on her bed, pant less, with nothing but a cream colored sweater and a brand new pair of white stockings. Y/n had purchased many types of stockings in the past, ranging from boring long black socks to pink ones with bows adorning the edges. However, her plush thighs spilling over the top now occupied her thoughts. 

The bitter silence was the first thing Mingi noticed when he walked into the girls home. Usually, the TV was playing or maybe music but not one noise sounded through the house. Did she forget he was headed over? Mingi began to think she was gone and headed to lounge on her couch. He stopped mid-way hearing a loud sigh come from the hallway leading towards her room.

“Y/n, you here?” Mingi’s loud voice tore the girl away from her thoughts, completely forgetting entirely what she was just doing. 

“Yeah, I’m in my room,” She yelled back at him, his footsteps now making way towards her open door.

“Hey, what 'cha doin’?” Mingi’s head peaked in, his newly dyed platinum hair shining in the sun that peeked through her window. 

“I forgot about these new clothes I bought, for some reason I don’t know if I like these new socks,” She looked down at her legs with a confused glare in her eyes. Mingi’s eyes trailed down her figure, breath hitching at the white, lacy stockings. The lace at the top kept bunching together as her thighs pushed over the tight section that stopped mid thigh. Mingi’s hands bunched together as he quickly brought his eyes back to her face. Stopping the thoughts of his large hands gathering the soft skin. 

“I think they look fine,” He said after shamelessly clearing his throat. The poor girl was just as clueless as Mingi sometimes. Like in this situation, both are clueless to the effect they have on each other. Y/n’s new item flutters something in Mingi’s stomach and his complement makes way to hers. 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. They’re kind of itchy,” The girl lifted her leg to start removing the increasingly uncomfortable stockings. In this process, accidentally flashing the man in her room.

“Oh my god Y/n,” Mingi’s eyes flew shut at what he saw and the sudden air flow in her lower area reminded her, she wasn’t wearing and pants or underwear. 

“Mingi I’m so sorry,” Her legs flew down, a blush flushing her cheeks. In different circumstances she wouldn’t have minded, but this was an accident. There’s no telling how uncomfortable Mingi was right now. 

“Can I please say something, you can hate me, think I'm gross and everything but you have such a pretty pussy,” Mingi’s hands flew to his face, a fire building up his neck as he rambled. Those words dug a deeper pit into Y/n’s stomach. Mingi was always prone to complimenting the girl, it was his second nature, but those words took this situation a bit further. 

“You can get a better look if you’d like Mingi,” Her words came out barely above a whisper. Mingi’s eyes popped open, his pants growing increasingly tighter.

“I can?” He asked breathlessly. His hands grew clammy, his heart pounding at his chest. With a nod of her head and the slow opening of her legs, the tall male quickly walked over and dove down to her. He hovered over her face before dropping to her increasingly wet pussy, shoving his face into her, inhaling the sweet smell of her sex.

“Fuck,” Mingi growled, feeling pre-cum gather in his boxers. He couldn’t worry about that right now, all he wanted was a taste. 

“Can I taste you?” Mingi asked, his breath airing over her cunt. 

“Please,” She whined at the male, one of her hands flying to his hair as his lips came in contact with her clit. 

“Fuck me, Mingi!” His pace was relentless. Her high was coming embarrassingly fast with the way he sucked and rolled his tongue around her clit. The pleasure was numbing her thighs, unable to feel the forming bruises Mingi brought upon them. Cream coated Mingi’s tongue as she came, but he didn’t stop or slow down. She clenched around nothing when his tongue occasionally slipped inside, curling around and slipping out returning to the torture on her clit.

“Mingi!” She gasped at him, her high increasing even after just cumming. Her back arched, pushing Mingi away as a clear liquid coated his face. He let out a loud groan, grasping his clothed cock as she covered him in her essence. His once light grey tee now darkened around his neck, cum covering his face. Mingi looked down at the dazed girl, her breathing labored as she came down from her high. Y/n looked down to see Mingi palming himself and with that she weakly pushed herself up, which caught Mingi’s attention. 

“Wanna make you feel good,” She said, replacing his hands with her own. Her hands softly pulled at his sweats and Mingi lifted himself, allowing her to pull out his desperate cock. A pathetic whine left his lips as her thumb met the tip, running it along the slit and wiping away the pre-cum stuck to it. His head flew back as she slid her hand further and took him down her throat. Mingi was long just as he was thick, popping him from her mouth she allowed spit to fall from it. Using the spit to jerk the other half of him she couldn’t fit in her mouth. His hands found a refugee wrapped in her hair. His stomach clenched as her throat swallowed around him, his high growing near. His hips twitched as he filled her throat with cum, pushing himself farther down her throat in the process. Y/n pushed his thighs, his cock and cum flooding out with a grotesque gurgle. 

“Shit, I’m sorry.” Mingi rushed to the girl, but she grabbed his hands.

“Mingi I need you to fuck me, please,” Her voice was hoarse and it drove him crazy. 

“Keep those on,” He grunted in her ear. Her hands stopped fiddling with the long socks covering most of her plush thighs. Mingi then picked her up and flipped them around. Her bare cunt now flushed against his bare thigh. 

“Fuck yourself on it,” Mingi’s eyes met hers as he guided her hips around his thigh. He groaned at her slick coating his thigh, small mewls now left the girls throat as Mingi continued a slow pace. Then he tensed his thigh, pushing her further into him. 

“Mingi,” Y/n whined, she wanted more unfortunately Mingi wanted to see the girl fall apart one more time before she came on his cock. His lips came in contact with her neck, before deciding he was tired of her cute sweater. He pulled it off and in return she pulled at his while still grinding on his thigh. As she worked herself, Mingi removed his own shirt allowing her to run her fingers down his chest. The action caused him to shiver as her nails scratched his abdomen. Lips had now found their way back to her neck trailing down to her breast. As Mingi kneaded at one, his mouth enveloped the other one rolling his tongue around it just as he did to her clit moments before. 

“Mingi, i’mma cum again,” The girl above him cried, throwing her head back as she continually fucked herself on his large thigh. He could feel her wetness run down his leg and his cock was red and hard all over again from watching her use him. 

“Cum on my thigh baby, you’re doing so well for me,” His deep voice rang in her ears, she chanted his name like a mantra as she chased her next high. Her eyes rolled back and her body seized, cumming on the blonde male once again. Before she was able to regain a normal state, she was placed below Mingi. He had propped her waist on a pillow before pressing himself along her back. 

“You’ll tell me to stop if it hurts, right? I need words baby,” He voiced into her ear. 

“I will,” Y/n’s voice sounded almost gone as she spoke. It was raspy and shaky, Mingi wondered what she’d sound like once he was done filling her. Mingi rubbed his cock through her folds before slowly pushing into the girl. Y/n moaned as he stretched her out perfectly ruining her cunt for anyone else. 

“So full,” She moaned as Mingi bottomed her out. Mingi’s mind was in shambles trying not to move as she clenched around him, but he needed her to move first. It was only mere seconds before Y/n’s body wiggled back to him encouraging him to move. He held himself a little longer letting out a guttural moan he towered over her, watching her increasingly fuck herself on his cock. Mingi’s patience snapped as he grabbed the girl's wrist, pinning them above her as he roughly pounded his cock into her weeping pussy. Y/n could no longer form words, just loud moans as Mingi’s hand made his way to her swollen clit. The constant pleasure building in her stomach caused her to shake at her final orgasm. Her pussy pushed out Mingi’s cock and squirted once again, now coating the male's lower half. 

At this point, Mingi didn’t know if she could handle another one so he pushed her thighs together, using the previous liquids to fuck her soft thighs. Mingi came, his seed running down onto her plush covers and brand new stockings.

“Well, if it makes you feel better I don’t think you’ll be able to wear these stockings again,” -

[me-and-your-husband]

may i requesting a pt 2 of ellie x thick reader last one had me kicking and swinging my feet while twirling my hair 0____0

fuck yeahhh here we go. this is a little more modern than the last one

warnings: smut, dirty talk, reader is thick, thigh riding, strap, sex toys, oral, kinda switch ellie, language, ellie is a bit feral (once again)

as stated before, she'd absolutely DIE if you sat on her face. like literally ascend to heaven.

"ellie, but what if you can't breathe?"

"i'd die a happy woman. come here."

she'd lick you out so well, hands never ever leaving your ass, fingers squeezing the soft flesh

if you were laying in bed on your stomach, she'd just lay her face right on your ass, letting out a content sigh as you look back at her like girl wtf but you eventually get used to it

if you're into wearing dresses or skirts, she would literally start drooling immediately. she'd be taking you out on a date and you come out dressed in this cute little sun dress, so short your ass was almost peaking out. she was almost BEGGING for the wind to pick up just so she could get a view of "that sweet, sweet ass", as she liked to call it

if you were taking her strap (i think we've all collectively decided it's purple), she'd always want to give it to you in doggy so she could watch your ass jiggle and spread as she pounded into you, feeling the juicy flesh of it slapping into the top of her thighs

you'd literally be getting in the shower the next day, walking past the mirror and noticing the bruises in the shape of her hands on your ass from her death grip on them the night before

you couldn't even get mad at her tho. it just made her blush when you showed her

"what can i say? love your ass."

however, if she was taking your strap, she'd literally fall apart if you gave it to her in missionary. this way, she can still kinda see your ass bounce as you pound into her.

her ABSOLUTE fav tho? when you you ride her in front of a mirror. she'd be facing the mirror and you'd be sat on her lap. she'd have a perfect view of your ass bouncing on her through the mirror, also being able to bury her face in your tits, play with them, watch you come undone, your watch where her strap/fingers disappeared in your pussy

probably has you in her phone as "favourite piece of ass 4ever" cause she thinks it's funny (you don't find it that funny)

she's a MENACE in dressing rooms. since ur both girls and most retail workers would probably just assume you're typical girls who need to show each other shit before they buy it, she literally follows you into EVERY SINGLE change room. she's not subtle about it either. girl barely ever goes shopping for herself unless you go with her and force her, so she's mostly just watching you try on stuff. in this scenario, you're shopping for a new bathing suit and she's sat on that little stool or bench in the corner, manspreading, unashamedly staring at you as you change.

when you end up inspecting this thong-style bikini bottom in the mirror, ellie says "y'know you can't get that, right?"

your brows furrow. "why?"

"if you wear that out, i'll be bending you over one of those ugly lawn chairs before you can even get in the pool."

"ellie!"

she'd just laugh, then go, "turn around. i want another picture of that ass."

let's just say you absolutely cannot ever go biking with her. the first (and only) time you went, she crashed into a tree cause she was so focused on your ass on that tiny little seat in those tiny little shorts when a squirrel or something ran in front of her. she veered to miss it and flipped the entire bike into a tree.

you could barely sit in peace. she'd literally just slot herself behind you and sit you between her legs, her hands coming to rest on your ass

she'd constantly be trying to make you squirt. not really relevant but

don't tell me she wouldn't pretend to fuck you from behind when you bend over to grab something like a teenage boy because she totally would don't lie

sometimes when you're cuddling, she'll just stick her hands between your thighs because they're so warm and squishy and she melts

you've also established that you can't go to the gym together for two reasons.

a) she thinks everyone is always staring at your ass when you wear leggings and

b) she's always staring at your ass when you wear leggings

she's probably almost started a fight multiple times over this too

"hey man! you staring at my girl's ass?"

he was a MASSIVE dude. you panicked and grabbed her by the shirt and BOOKED IT out of that gym

hand always on your thigh

no matter which one of you was driving, her hand was on your thigh

if you were wearing a dress, shorts, or a skirt, she'd constantly be kneading the bare flesh of your thigh.

she'd definitely draw little tattoos on your thighs when neither of you could sleep. she'd have this thin-tipped sharpie on the nightstand and she'd just grab it and start drawing.

sometimes she'd do it when you're sleeping. you'd wake up and there'd be a bunch of art on your thighs and your heart would swell

once, you noticed she wrote "my beautiful girl. mine forever." on your thigh and you almost started crying tbh cause i would

but mostly she writes little notes like "let's fuck when you find this" because girl is ALWAYS ready to fuck

i feel like a lot of headcanons say she loves giving, which is true, but ellie deserves some love too and she definitely deserves release

i feel like she'd be so vocal, so needy, so whiny. she'd absolutely LOVE to ride your thigh. she'd overstimulate herself grinding down on it, kissing you drunk and whimpering into your mouth. she wasn't even embarrassed when she saw the slick spot left on your plushy skin from her drooling cunt

i just know ellie likes them thick and is feral for it.

permanent taglist:

@winters-fairy @idkwhattonamethisblogs

not tagging any of my other taglists right now as i'm currently in the process of separating my tlou taglist into joel and ellie.

[angelisgonnastartchangingurls]

tom

for the next few weeks, annie's life was very steady and predictable. she saw tom often. they went on dates, and they went back to his apartment and had lots and lots of sex. this was done with very little regard for the fact that alicia was still there -- no longer in the wheelchair, but still so unsteady on her feet that, for instance, tom had to help her in and out of the bath. annie was sure he didn't mind.

annie was loud in bed with tom, and tom was a talker. he loved telling annie what a good girl she was as he jerked off against her tongue.

tom could really fuck. annie could tell he was always paying attention to what she liked and leaning harder into it. every time they fucked she came harder or came more often, except sometimes, when tom sensed her desire to be used, and fucked her with no regard for her pleasure, leaving her to masturbate when he was done. she loved that.

alicia saw annie naked all the time -- annie had kept up with shaving her pussy, just because. but she also saw tom -- tom was not disciplined at all about closing his bedroom door, and so alicia frequently passed by as annie was blowing him or he was railing her hard from behind on the bed.

annie never saw alicia in less than her underwear, but tom told her when she wasn't around, alicia was "almost always" either bottomless or topless.

annie thought about them when, late at night she'd go home to robbie, and if casey hadn't been over to drain his balls, annie would do it on her behalf. what would tom and alicia think of this, she thought to herself as she guided robbie's cock into her pussy. it was becoming a rare thing, though, she and robbie. they both had someone they were getting serious about.

one evening, at tom's, annie and alicia got stoned while tom was out picking up dinner, and alicia asked annie if she'd help her with something delicate. "sure," annie said. "what do you need?"

"my hands are too shaky to shave my pussy properly," alicia said.

"say no more," annie said, taking her to the bathroom.

annie helped alicia shave everything, and she was dressed by the time tom got back.

"what did you two get up to?" he asked as they sat down to dinner.

"annie helped me shave my pussy," alicia said cheerily.

"really?" tom laughed.

alicia stood up and pulled down her jeans and shorts.

"nice handiwork," tom told annie.

"don't put them back on," annie told her. alicia let her shorts and panties drop.

"are we doing bottomless dinner?" tom asked.

annie stood up and pulled down her jeans and panties. "yeah." she said.

"okay," tom said. he stood up and pulled down his pants and boxers.

they laughed, sitting at the table, all bottomless.

"do you and your brother do this at home?" alicia teased.

"not specifically," annie said. "but we see each other naked constantly."

"was it always like that?" alicia asked.

"no," annie said. "i really feel like as a big sister i failed at that when we were teens. like, he should have been spying on my friends and me having lesbian encounters in the shower, right? what good is a sister for otherwise?"

"that was our aunt ellen," alicia said.

"she was the best," tom said.

they told her about ellen, her mom's younger sister, a wild, gay hippie who was in her early 20s when alicia and tom were teens. she'd given alicia weed, and had emailed tom a link to her friend's blog -- the friend was a photographer who took nude photos of ellen and her friends. tom told annie he would visit his aunt's apartment after school, and she would do things like take off her skirt and walk him through her anatomy. "she was never wearing underwear," tom said.

annie asked if she had a nice hippie bush, and tom said "no, no, she was always waxed."

"that's a very specific era of hippie," annie observed. she clocked that everyone was speaking of ellen in the past tense. she'd killed herself before her 30th birthday, alicia explained.

they walked around bottomless after dinner, enjoying the silliness and the sexiness of it. annie and tom made out on the couch and tom got hard in full view of alicia. when annie went to sit on tom's cock, he moved her to the bedroom, though.

that night, after two hard fucks, tom told annie something alicia didn't know about their aunt ellen. a few months before she died, tom said, ellen had invited him to an orgy at her apartment. tom had been 21 at the time, and had gone. "obviously," he laughed.

tom being a man of notable cock size, he'd quickly attracted attention at the orgy, which, he'd told annie -- he'd walked into in full swing already, everyone fully naked. he said there had been about 15 people there -- 6 men, 9 women. ellen had come right up to him at the door and undressed him, and then, as one of ellen's friend's sucked his cock, he'd watched his aunt fuck a man on an ottoman across from him. he said that as luck would have it, most of the men came within a few minutes of his arrival, and so for a brief time he was the only hard cock in the room, and the women had lined up to try his big shaft. he said it was obviously a record he'd never broken -- penetrating nine women in something like 10 minutes.

"wait," annie said, grinning. "all nine?"

tom smiled. "yes, all nine women in the apartment."

he said ellen hadn't even gone last -- she'd ridden him right in the middle of the group. the evening had gone on with lots more fucking and sucking, but tom had primarily spent it with two other women. but, he explained, everyone filtered out at the end of the night, and he'd stuck around. he'd taken a shower with ellen -- both of them were covered in cum. and ellen had asked him if he had ever fucked a girl in the ass, and he said no, and she'd said, "want to try?"

"she was your first?" annie said.

"yeah," he said. "and i lasted like 40 minutes because i'd already cum three times."

"that's so hot," annie said.

"i knew you'd think so," he said.

[mystique-6]

Kinktober Day 11: Blindfold

Summary: Astarion introduces the blindfold into their sex life. A good time is had by both.

Hello! My hyperfixation on Astarion has got me in the writing mood so I will be participating in Kinktober using @flightlessangelwings Kinktober list. The pieces may be part of a bigger fic(s). I have started the fic. If you like these pieces in this series, please consider checking out my main fic, This is Me Trying. (Can you tell I like Taylor Swift?) Either way, I hope you enjoy. I do plan on completing the 31 prompts though it will take me past October. I also have the fic posted on AO3.

Warning: Anyone under 18 do not interact. Please pay attention to the tag warnings below.

Tags: Blindfold, Restraints, Light Bondage, Light Spanking, Pussy Spanking, Light Dom/Sub, Oral Sex (female receiving), Nipple play, Penis in Vagina Sex, Vaginal Sex, Humiliation, Degradation Kink, Begging

**Everything is Safe, Sane, and Consensual**

Additional Notes: This fic involves Spawn Astarion.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from BG3.

            Ailis and Astarion both stumbled through the door of the abandoned building of the Last Light Inn.  Neither noticed as they continued to kiss each other ravenously.  Astarion walked her backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed and she fell backwards onto it.  He followed her, not even giving her a chance to compose herself.  He began to trail kisses down her throat.  He pulled the collar of her shirt aside to reach her collar bone and sucked on her skin there.  She gasped in pleasure as he left mark after mark, but felt a spark of annoyance when he tugged harder at her collar, trying to gain access to her breasts.

            “Astarion, stop,” she complained.  “Let me just take it off.”  He sat up to give her room to do so.

            “Sorry, darling,” he purred, watching her lustfully as she peeled her shirt and undergarment off.

            “Happy now?” she asked teasingly, arching her back a little as she leaned on her elbows to put her breasts on display.

            “Very,” he said, but made no move to continue.  She pouted.

            “Don’t tell me you’ve lost the mood,” she whined and then felt bad.  She knew he had difficulty with intimacy sometimes.  He hadn’t appeared to be disassociating, but sometimes he hid it well.  “It’s okay if you did.  We can just…”  He cut her off with a kiss.

            “I haven’t lost the mood,” he replied with a smile.  “I just wat to try something.  I was wondering how to bring it up.”  She smiled lasciviously at him, and leaned up for another kiss.  He happily returned it and she rolled him over so he was on his back and she straddled his waist.

            “Just ask me,” she murmured softly, tugging gently at an errant, white curl.

            “How do you feel about being tied up…”

            “I’m fine with that as long as you use the silk rope,” she said eagerly.  He gave her an amused smile.

            “And what about being blindfolded?” he asked.  “Are you okay with that?”  She blinked in surprise and shifted off him so she could lie by his side.  He turned to face her, brushing a strand of black-brown hair from her face.

            “Will you take it off if it doesn’t go over well?” she asked.  “I’ve done blindfolds before, but it was a long time ago.  Before…well, before things happened.”

            “If you don’t like it, I will take it off immediately,” Astarion assured her.  She thought about it for another moment and then nodded.

            “Okay.  We can try it,” she agreed and then leaned in for another kiss.  Astarion wrapped an arm around her waist and then maneuvered her to the other side of the bed.  He then reached into his back pocket and pulled out a strip of black fabric.  He held it out for her to inspect for a moment, and then, when she nodded, gently placed it over her eyes and tied the ends of the fabric together behind her head.

            “Can you see anything?” he asked.

            “No,” she said after a moment.  “There’s not even light getting through.”

            “Are you all right?” he asked.  “Do you want to continue?”

            “Yes.  I don’t think this is going to be a problem,” she said.  She was only feeling anticipation.  The fabric wasn’t triggering any memories of being pushed up against a dirt wall, even though her vision was just as impeded.

            “Let me know if it does,” he told her.  “Now, hold out your arms.”  She smiled at the firm tone in his voice and did as he asked, holding both out in front of herself.  He moved her arms and tied her wrists together with the silk rope they’d bought.  He then tied the other end to a bedpost.  She went to give an experimental tug and raised her eyebrows when she felt almost no resistance.

            “There’s not a lot of restriction in the rope, Astarion,” she said.

            “Good,” he replied.  “I want to be able to maneuver you.”  She snorted.

            “So, you intend on man-handling me?” she replied.

            “Darling, I intend on doing whatever I want to you,” he purred.  She opened her mouth to quip back, but he captured her with a kiss.  He then nipped and kissed his way down her throat before sucking a nipple into his mouth.  She keened and arched her back, pushing her breast further into his mouth.  The loss of her sight made her other senses stronger.  The nerves in the breast he was administrating to were on fire and she could feel the ache in the other as her nipple peaked.  She could feel absolutely everywhere he touched her, and she could hear him suckling her too.  Every moan from him sent heat down between her legs and she started to buck her hips up, looking for friction.

            She felt him smiled around her breast and the he released it before latching on to the other.  One of his hands traced idle designs along her hip, but he made no move to touch her where she wanted him.  His mouth left her breast and trailed sloppy, wet kisses down her abdomen.  He then quickly tore off her pants and undergarment before he ran his tongue along the seam where thigh met hip and then bit gently at her hip, not breaking the skin.  He never broke the skin.  Usually, she was relieved he stuck to that agreement, but she felt disappointed today.  She opened her mouth to ask him to bite her, but stopped herself at the last moment, biting her lip.  That was a line she wasn’t ready or even willing to cross.

            “What is it, darling?  I can see you want to ask for something,” he purred and her heart skipped a beat.  She quickly put a firm brake on her tadpole so it couldn’t expose her lie.

            “I want you to touch me,” she insisted.  His hand ran up and down her right thigh.

            “I am touching you,” he said tickling the back of her knee.

            “You know where I mean,” she replied through a giggle.

            “I’m afraid I don’t.  You’ll have to be more specific,” he teased.  “Do you mean here?”  He danced his fingers against her calf.

            “No,” she said, smiling.

            “Hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully.  “What about here?”  She screamed with laughter as he began to tickle her feet.  She squirmed and thrashed on the bed, trying to pull her feet away from him, but he followed persistently.

            “No!  No!  Not there!” she cried.  “Please stop!  Please!”  He immediately moved his hand back up to her calf and pulled her leg away from the other.  She felt air on her exposed mound.

            “What about here?” he asked softly, blowing on her clit.

            “Yes.  There,” she confirmed and then jumped in shock when his hand spanked her pussy sharply.  She gasped, but he didn’t give her time to say anything as his hand came down on her again in three rapid successions.  She whimpered and his hand moved to stroke her waist gently.  She jumped when his other hand stroked her left hip.  Every touch felt so intense when she couldn’t see them coming.  She enjoyed the feel of his silky skin gliding gently over her body and then gasped at the sharp pain wherever he hit her; her breasts, her thighs, her cunt.  The burn left by the harsh treatment never seemed to fade when touch was the main sensation she could focus on. 

            Suddenly, he rolled her over onto her stomach and raised her hips in the air until she was on her knees.  Now she understood why he’d kept the rope so loose.  She jumped when he his stroked her rear and she swore she could hear him smirk.  He nipped her left cheek and then soothed the sting with his tongue.  His hand slid soothingly up her back before a sharp smack landed on the back of her thigh and she moaned.

            “Enjoying yourself, darling?” he asked amused. 

            “Touch me,” she ordered impatiently, raising her ass higher in the air, trying to entice him.  He landed a harsh slap on her right cheek and she gasped.

            “You’re being awfully demanding,” he teased.  “I’m the one in charge tonight.”

            “Touch me,” she demanded again and received three more forceful slaps in the exact same spot.  She whined and thrust her hips back towards him.  “Please.”  He snorted.

            “You want me to spank you, don’t you?” he said.  “I could.  I could spank you until every inch of your ass is bright red and feels like it’s on fire.  I could make it so you can’t sit down for a week.  Two weeks even.  Would you like me to do that to you?”

            “Please,” she begged again and then cried out when his hand slapped her so forcefully it stunned her.

            “Too bad,” he said.  “That is not what I have planned tonight,” he said and then pulled her legs further apart and lied down between them.  She cried out again when his tongue parted her folds and he began to lap at her cunt.  She thrust down onto his face, but his hands gripped her hips tightly and held her still, before they moved to her ass and squeezed, his nails digging into the abused skin.  The message was clear.  He was in charge of what she received tonight.  She whined and moaned as he slowly and thoroughly ate her out.  She felt her climax building and her thighs began to shake.  Then, just as she was about to spill over the edge, he stopped.

            “No!” she cried, gasping.  “No.  Please!  I want to cum.”

            “You’ll cum,” he told her.  “But only when I let you.”  She whined and he lowered her hips until she laid flat on the mattress.  She heard the shuffling of clothes beside her and knew he was finally removing his own apparel.  He stamped a kiss at her tailbone and then kissed his way up her spine to her neck.  He used his knee to push her thighs apart and then he slid into her soaked and needy cunt.  He moved in slowly…agonizingly slowly.  She could feel every inch of him sliding into her.  She felt one of his arms extend past her head and then felt him untie the rope from her wrists.  He didn’t give her freedom to use her arms, however.  He pinned her hands with his own on either side of her head.  He pulled back out slowly and then moved back in at the same glacial pace.

            “Faster,” she urged.

            “You’re in no position to be making demands,” he said sternly as he pulled out again.  She whined and begged as he continued at the same torturously slow pace. 

            “Please, please, please, pleasepleaseplease,” she gasped out as he moved.  He clucked his tongue.

            “What shameless behavior, Ailis,” Astarion admonished.  “You should be embarrassed.  You should be happy to accept whatever I give you.”  She whimpered and a tear leaked from behind the blindfold down her cheek.  He kissed it away.

            “Please, Astarion.  Please,” she begged.

            “Oh, all right,” he sighed, and his next thrust was much harder.  He let go of her left hand to play with her breast as he picked up his pace.  He rolled the nipple each time he thrust into her.  She felt her release building again and went to touch herself with her free hand, but he reclaimed it and pinned it with his own again.  She cried in protest.

            “You cum from this alone or you don’t cum at all, Ailis,” he said.

            “NO!  Please,” she sobbed.  His pace increased and she could tell he wouldn’t last much longer.  She tried to grind into the sheets but she couldn’t get enough friction.  “Astarion, please.  Please!  I can’t cum like this!  Please!  I need you to touch me.  Please!”  She expected him to ignore her, but his hand left hers and moved under her.  His fingers brushed her clit once, twice, and then she screamed as she went over the edge.

            When she regained her thoughts, she slowly blinked open her eyes and was surprised to find the blindfold had been removed.  She was laying on her side and Astarion had his arms around her, holding her close to his chest.  She smiled at him and cuddled closer, the fingers of her left-hand curling over his shoulder to hold him closer.  He brushed his hand through her hair and kissed her forehead.

            “How are you feeling?” he asked.

            “Never better,” she replied through a yawn and she felt him smile against her forehead.

            “Are you sure?  I didn’t go too far?  I was…well, we didn’t discuss some things.  Was I too mean?” he asked, fussing over her.  She forced herself to pull away a little so she could look him in the eyes.

            “No.  I had fun,” she assured him.  “I like it when you’re bossy.”  A wicked smile crossed his face and she knew she shouldn’t have admitted that.  She gave him a stern stare.  “Only sometimes, Astarion.  I wouldn’t try that out of the bedroom.”  He laughed and kissed the tip of her nose.  He stroked her back soothingly and she started to slip back under but she noticed he looked a little guilty.  “What is it?  What’s wrong?”

            “I think I went too far, Ailis,” he said.

            “You didn’t.  I said I liked it,” she soothed.

            “No.  I mean…I think I hit you too hard,” he replied.  She frowned.

            “You didn’t, Astarion,” she said.  “I liked everything you did to me.”

            “Ailis, you have a hand print on your ass,” he told her.  She immediately tried to crane her head over her shoulder to see, but she couldn’t.  She moved her hand back to her ass and hissed when her fingers touched a warm, raised patch of skin.  She could feel it had raised into a welt in some places and it even felt hot to the touch. 

            “Ouch,” she replied, a little shocked and then she laughed.  Astarion looked surprised for a moment and then he laughed too. 

            “I’m sorry, darling,” he said after a moment when they’d both stopped laughing.

            “It’s okay,” she said.  “I like having your marks on me.”  He groaned and buried his face in her shoulder for a moment before looking back at her face.

            “Let me grab a healing potion for you,” he said and started to get up but she wrapped her limbs around him and held him to her.

            “No,” she said.  “I want to feel it.”

            “Ailis…”

            “Please,” she insisted and he sighed. 

            “All right,” he relented.  “But you’re the one who’s explaining to the others why you can’t sit down tomorrow.”  She smiled and burrowed further against his chest.  His arms came back around her and began stroking her back.  She fell asleep in the safe haven of his arms. 

[mangoshorthand]

https://www.tumblr.com/mangoshorthand/744233438604853248/httpswwwtumblrcommangoshorthand7439174121294

it was a random hookup with a family friend. we haven’t really spoken since so i don’t have the option of talking through with him. but it’s nice to know that this is just a common bodily thing and not me. so thank you.

Ah, that is difficult and probably contributed to the way you're feeling. There isn't enough of a level of intimate comfort to have built reassurance that it's really not you. Despite this however, I do promise it's not you. He's probably feeling embarrassed too.

And yes, honestly, it is just a physiological quirk. Sometimes there are reasons behind it (e.g. whiskey dick, lifestyle issues etc) but at other times it's just random and it's never to do with not being into their partner. You can pretty much guarantee, if he's trying to stuff it into you, he wants to. 😉

This has got me thinking about how Five would act in this situation if you're interested. So I present to you and the amassed pervs of Tumblr, something I never thought I'd write about:

Five Hargreeves in: The Curious Case of the Disappearing Erection

I can imagine him getting past 30 in the younger body and then noticing the lack of solid iron boners and the return of whiskey dick after he's had a drink.

He's like: "Ah shit, this again?"

He can scent it coming in the air. The return of phantom boner-failure is on the horizon.

Flashbacks to roughly 25 years in which he'd have to stop sex to try and rub some life into his dick, like he's hoping if he rubs it right a kindly genie will pop out and grant him the wish of a dick that cooperates.

It didn't happen often, but it happened enough to be familiar. He probably never realised it was normal, (there weren't exactly other men to talk to unti he was in his 50s).

I think there are few men who don't personify their dicks to some extent, and Five is no different. I can see him having sex with this girl he really wants and loves (you, if you want to imagine it as such), and then, lo and behold, his dick starts to nope out.

'Don't you dare,' he'd mentally warn his waning penis, 'we've been looking forward to this, asshole!'

But alas, his penis would pay no heed.

No matter how valiantly Five tried, no matter that you look so hot he's had trouble keeping his dick in his pants all afternoon, it has, in fact, chosen this moment to give up the ghost.

So he stops and eats pussy. He loves eating pussy so if anything's going to get him back up, it's that, and he may as well give you some pleasure with his mouth given that he's failing elsewhere.

But now he's so in his own head that maintaining even a partial boner is impossible, let alone allowing him to get into the pussy-eating.

By this point you've noticed something's up and you ask him what's wrong.

He tries to shrug it off and make you come, but you're persistent.

Eventually he says: "I got a problem down here."

Once you realise what he means, you try to tease some life into it, but he's self conscious by this point so it's a self-defeating exercise.

Eventually you give up, but you can sense his embarrassment so you're like: "don't worry, we can try again later."

(You're also feeling pretty self conscious and insecure yourself but you don't want to let on and make him feel worse).

You come to hold each other and stsy silent for a few minutes. Five's irrationally angry with himself and you're trying to talk yourself out of feeling like it's your fault.

Eventually, Five apologises. You can barely tell him he has nothing to apologise for before he's launched into a rant:

"All day I've been half hard looking at you, and now my dick gives up? You've been walking around in those tight pants and bending over and driving me crazy only for me to fuck it up now?"

You hug him harder, both because of the unfair self-blame and because he's unconsciously put your fears to rest.

With some more reassurance, he starts to see the humor in the situation, and then he grumbles off to make you both a coffee.

By the time he's back in bed with a cup of his favourite drug, he's talking about how later on he'll fuck you so silly that you'll forget all about this.

[bell4lan]

Temptation pt3 (😱😱)

The finale hopefully because I'm starting to run out of ideas for this series

Genre: Fluff, some smut, slight angst

DNI: NON-MLM/NBLM, fujoshis, trans and mlm/nblm fetishizers

CW: fingering, feminine words used for privates (clit and pussy used once), not a warning but reader is called baby boy

Character(s)/Reader: Childe and Trans Male Reader, slight Zhongli, mentions of Thoma

It had been almost 2 years since your big fight with Zhongli and you hadn't returned to Liyue since. You moved to Inazuma shortly after and continued your adventurer work there. You even picked up a side hobby, cooking. It was taught by Thoma, a housekeeper for the Kamisato clan. He was an excellent teacher and quickly became one of your best friends.

About 6 months into your life in Inazuma, Childe arrived on some fatui buisness. It was incredibly awkward to say the least. You both tried to just avoid each other, but that proved to be difficult since Inazuma City isn't actually that big. You'd run into him randomly on the streets, in restaurants, even while wandering outside of the city. It felt like you both were being forced to meet each other.

Eventually, you did end up talking to him. It was awkward at first, but you both got past it and ended up finding out you got along well. You and Childe both talked about Zhongli and explained each side, making you both hate him even more. Your mutual hate for Zhongli strengthened your bond.

Childe visited Inazuma more now that he had a friend there. It was fun to hang out with him and chat, you could see why Zhongli dated him. He was cute, but also funny and caring. He was a huge family man and cared deeply about his siblings. You both shared the same sense of humor, so every conversation was entertaining. It was like you both just clicked.

You would be lying if you said you didn't develop a slight crush on him, but you wouldn't tell him that. Something about it just seemed wrong. Liking the man whose boyfriend cheated on him with you. That didn't sound right in the slightest. Though, that didn't stop you from subtly admiring his handsome features, or playfully flirting back when he did. To be honest, his playful flirting sometimes felt too real.

You had spoken to Thoma about your little predicament and he said it sounds like Childe may have a small crush too. You didn't want to believe it not only because of how weird it felt, but also because you didn't want to get your hopes up.

Each time Childe flirted with you, the temptation to tell him about your feelings grew stronger. Your little crush on him turned into a full on like. You liked him, a lot. You couldn't help but get excited whenever he wrote to you saying he was visiting Inazuma, even if it was for a little while. On your lunch meet ups, your heart couldn't help but race whenever he wiped some food off your face.

Eventually the temptation got to be too strong. You told him, and unsurprisingly he returned the feelings. You guys started dating, and it was perfect. Suddenly, Childe was forced to go back to the fatui and do a long job.

Which brings us to the present. You were currently waiting on the docks for Childe's arrival. The harbinger was finally getting some time off meaning you guys could spend a whole 2 weeks together. It might not seem like much, but considering he was a harbinger it was quite a long break.

Soon enough, you saw the ginger man and waved him over. He beamed when he saw you, and ran to you. His strong arms wrapped around you as he held you close to him, his calming scent filling your nose. You relaxed into his arms and smiled, pulling away and kissing his cheek.

"I missed you." You whispered, putting your forehead against his.

"I missed you too." He whispered back, husky voice making you shudder. He noticed it and smiled, capturing your lips in a perfect kiss.

You pulled away speaking softly, "Let's go home." He nodded, and took your hand in his before walking with you to your house.

As soon as you both closed the door, his lips were on yours again. Though this time the kiss was much deeper, his tongue exploring your mouth within seconds. He pushed you against the table making you jump up onto it, lips still connected in the heated kiss.

Childe pulled away, kissing your face before he spoke. "There's actually something I have to confess."

You looked at him with a confused look. "What is it?"

"I'm not supposed to be in Inazuma right now." He mumbled.

"But I thought you were on a break?" Now you were even more confused, where was he supposed to be?

"Not yet. My break is next week, but I couldn't stand being without you any longer. I'm supposed to be in Liyue and was hoping you'd come with and keep me company. We can spend my break there." He explained as he placed his hands on your hips.

"Really? You want me to go with you?" Usually Childe didn't want you around his work, so this was a bit shocking.

"Yes. It's not a dangerous job, so it will be safe for you to be there." You hummed and thought for a moment.

"Okay...sure i'll go to Liyue with you." You spoke slowly, almost unsure. You didn't want to run into Zhongli, but you definitely wanted to be with your boyfriend. Hopefully you guys won't run into him.

"Good, because I already paid for us to take a boat there and it leaves in 45 minutes." He said quickly before kissing your cheek.

"45 minutes?! Childe I have to pack!" You yelped before running into your room to pack. You could hear him laugh as he came to help you.

After you finished packing you both ran down to the docks, just barely making it on time. You both got settled into your shared cabin and noticed it was just you two and a few other people.

"I've never been on a boat this empty." You said as you observed the empty space from the window inside your cabin.

Childe came up behind you. "It's only so empty because it's the last one of the day." His voice startled you, you didn't expect him to be so close. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your neck softly. You smiled and laughed softly as his lips tickled your neck.

You watched the sunset and sighed, feeling safe in Childe's arms. You felt his hand run down into your pants and under your underwear, teasing your soft sex.

"A-Ajax!" You gasped as you felt his middle finger glide over your clit. He chuckled as you twitched and moved his fingers up and down your slit. Soft whimpers left your mouth as he kept teasing you, eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure. His fingers dipped down by your hole, slowly inserting one so he doesn't hurt you. You gasped again and held onto the windowsill.

"Ajax someone could s-see." You whispered brokenly as his finger moved inside you.

"All they can see is your face, it'll be fine as long as you play it cool." He teased as he inserted another finger, your breath hitching at the intrusion. He knew you couldn't play it cool, oh how evil he was. Your mouth fell open as you struggled to stand, his fingers pulling out sweet moans from your lips.

"A-Ajax..." You whimpered as you felt yourself get closer and closer to release and his fingers rammed inside you. He smirked at your voice, putting his lips close to your ear.

"Cum baby boy." He whispered, his voice dripping with seduction. You couldn't stop yourself from releasing all over his fingers and your underwear, pussy twitching as you did. He pulled his fingers out and kissed you deeply before going to wash his hands. You stood still in somewhat disbelief from what happened. You and Childe have had sex yes, but never that spontaneously.

Your soaked underwear started to get uncomfortable, so you bathed and changed. You and Childe both got into bed and cuddled, eventually falling asleep in each others arms.

When you both woke, you were in Liyue. You had forgotten how beautiful the nation was, the beautiful scenery capturing your attention. You both gathered your belongings and checked into the place you'll be staying at. Childe quickly gave you a goodbye kiss and went off to work.

You decided to head off and look around the shops, looking at the new things on sale. You bought a few things for yourself, and some trinkets for Childe. You decided to make dinner reservations for you and Childe at a new fancy restaurant. The food on the menu that was in front of the restaurant sounded delicious, so you'd thought you'd give it a try.

As you walked around, you saw him. The guy you didn't want to see, Zhongli. Luckily you got away before he could see you. You decided that was enough walking around today and headed back to the hotel.

You put both of your belongings in their respected places, and cleaned up the hotel room. Just as you finished up, Childe walked through the door covered in mud and what looked like blood.

"Hi ba- Ajax what happened?!" You said worriedly, rushing over to him to inspect him for injuries.

"I'm fine baby, just some scratches. I'm going to get cleaned up okay?" He pushed off your hands not wanting you to get dirty and made his way to the bathroom. You frowned and got out the first aid kit to clean up his wounds when he was done.

Childe stepped out 20 minutes later, hair messy and towel draped around his waist. You got flustered slightly by his toned and bare chest, but quickly snapped out of it when you saw his cuts.

"Come here Ajax." You gestured to the chair. He walked over and sat down, letting you clean up his wounds.

"You need to be more careful." You mumbled as you placed another bandage on his skin.

"I have been careful." He defended.

"I know how you fight Ajax, you're not careful." You snapped back, sounding a big more rude than intended. He cupped your cheek, making you look at him.

"I'm sorry, i'll be more careful I promise." He whispered apologetically. You kissed his cheek and finished up your work and put the kit away.

Childe dropped his towel so he could get dressed, but you interrupted. "I made reservations for a restaurant in about an hour, so don't get too comfortable." He smiled and nodded.

"Should I get dressed now?" He asked. You nodded and started getting dressed with him.

Once you were finished, Childe placed a hand on your hip and checked you out. "You look so handsome baby." He complimented and kisses your lips. You kissed him back, feeling his hands creep down to your butt. You swatted his hands away and broke the kiss.

"No, we're not going to be late." You scolded playfully. All he did was giggle before placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Can we at least make out until we have to go?" He asked.

You pretended to think before giving him an answer. "Hmmm, fine." He smiled and captured your lips in another kiss.

Sadly, it had to come to an end. You guys had been making out for 45 minutes before you freed yourself from Childe's grasp. You both walked hand in hand towards the restaurant, and checked in.

The waiter placed you two at their window seat that displayed the beautiful mountains of Liyue. You and Childe both looked at the menu, cringing slightly at the expensive prices. You expected it, but the big numbers still amazed you. You both ordered and started talking about how the past month has been since you saw each other.

As you two were speaking, he noticed a familiar face walk into the door. You noticed his staring and looked over, seeing Zhongli at a table with what looked like a business partner. You both quickly turned away and tried to ignore him.

Zhongli looked over and noticed you two together, being romantic and lovey-dovey with each other. His heart shattered as he saw Childe kiss your hand with an adoring look in his eyes as he did it. He looked absolutely in love with you. It had been a while yes, but he still held feelings for Childe. Seeing you be the one receiving his affection was not only shocking, but also heartbreaking. He quickly looked away and focused on his business dinner. You both had moved on, it'd be best for him to do the same.

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This is pretty long but I feel like you guys deserved it for waiting so long. Thank you for being patient! ^^

[izosdualpistols]

Kidlaw seeps into my brain when it hits midnight.

Lately I've been thinking of Kidlaw confessions and that brought me the question: "Who would confess first?"

hc that they're both kind of pussies when it comes to love confessions because they've only ever received them.

Kid would mutter to himself and scratch his head before building the courage to say it to Law's face.

He shouts it on accident with flushed cheeks, heated from embarrassment.

In response, I think Law would smirk and reply with something like "I like intelligent people".

Hearing this, Kid would give him an offended look and yell "The fuck?! Are you calling me a dumbass??!?!" - Law would shake his head with a "I never said that." and laugh.

I feel like he'd also add more fuel to the fire by saying "Well, hanging out with an idiot is alright too sometimes.",,, never giving Kid a real answer and making fun of him till the end? kind of vibe.

In reality, Law would be left with a bright red face and speechless.

As for Law confessing first... Law? Confessing? Those two don't really fit in the same sentence. I don't think Law would ever admit that he's attracted to anyone- especially to Kid.

Considering they both see each other as rivals at sea. Head over heart type of guy.

But if Law DID confess- honestly, Kid would just burst out laughing and say "You? The Surgeon of Death, Trafalgar Law, in love with me? Pack your bullshit and fuck off.".

Even if Law gets all defensive and tells Kid he really does have feeling for him- I feel like Kid's expression would darken and just turn his back on him, not giving an answer.

Ouch- this hurts just by writing it down but I can't help it,, Kidlaw angst has me on a chokehold.

Anyways Law's rejection would be simple and clean.

He'd say in a cold tone: "Give up" and walk past them.

Kid would brush it off as a joke and never bring it up again.

[tezzbot]

now I'm curious, what other opinions abt the dub do you have 👀👀👀 me and my friends think karamatsu sounds like markiplier

RAY CHASE BESTIE I AM SO SORRY but no youre rightJKGHFJGH

THIS GOT LONG IM PUTTING A READMORE

i do actually really really like Ray Chase as kara but the way that Nakamura pitches his voice down for him and then when something karamatsu isnt like. prepared for or whatever happens he goes back up into his regular vocal range or sometimes a bit higher really adds to karamatsu's whole. everything HJGKHFJGH LIKE his whole identity pretty much IS performance so even his voice being part of his front is so fun to me, Ray Chase's voice feels so naturally deep and smooth that its like. his voice is Too Cool for kara yknow like his voice being Actually cool? karamatsu fucking wishes JHKGJFGHD BUT i do think he is one of the better choices that the casting directors made compared to the rest of the brothers

(AGAIN NOT SHITTING ON THESE EXTREMELY PROLIFIC AND TALENTED VA'S this is just my opinion of them as the ososan characters)

like i said before i have Absolutely zero qualms with Max Mittelman as Totty literally thats a match made in heaven I think he was perfect for the role n absolutely killed it hes so funny and from what ive seen the writers actually gave him so many good lines big ups for todo likers

Kyle McCarley as Ichimatsu i honestly havent seen much of his performance but god did he put is whole pussy into the one episode where he INSISTS they have to respect each other, hes honestly really really good at maintaining the monotone voice while also conveying a lot of emotion through his voice its pretty impressive that he can do the yellingscreaming while keeping that up, Fukuyama Jun's like. jump from monotone to YEEEAAGHHK when ichimatsu is At His Limit is really really funny so i think that these two are pretty much on par with each other while putting their own spin on how the character . i dont know. expresses himself i guess. poggers :thumbs up emoji i cant use cus im typing on desktop:

in a ranking id prob put Ray's kara here but i already did him so. just. in case u wanted to know this is where he goes to me lmfao hes pretty on par with Kyle's ichimatsu to me tbh

Billy Kametz as Osomatsu honestly worked pretty well osomatsu is the most some guy ever and when u listen its like. a little over the top(obv bc its an anime dub) but its definitely a voice youd hear and go yeah ive probably walked past someone what talks like that, again Great delivery on some lines, he does sound a lot less SillyGoofy #girl... frat bro vibes in there tbh But i mean if he was american i guess he kinda would be huh GHJFGHDF he kinda lost how cheeky he sounds in jp also like there are moments but for the most part :( also the way they wrote him (again i havent seen much but from what i Have seen) he doesnt have the same I Love My Little Brothers energy idk how to describe it they all feel like they hate each other more rghjbhjgh

Sean Chiplock ouygugh im so sorry king but also not it for Choromatsu...... casting directors, voice directors, whoever else is involved in the process, if youre gonna cast around your initial reactions to how the characters are why doesnt he sound like a fuckin nerd!!! i get that hes initally played as a Straight Man but you didnt have to Just Some Dude him make him sound like the loser he is!! even like a little nasally! i also think he sounds a little too much like Billy's Osomatsu, (which again not the va's faults i feel its a voice direction issue) when they talk at the same time its kinda hard to tell em apart which might be on me for not watching enough and getting used to it but... sorrie... no from me

Michael Sinterniklaas i have so much repect for you but.... i already said in that other post, the voice they okayed..... everything he was made to say....... no. thats not jyushimatsu. that fuckin. companion character in some fantasy anime ass voice, his whole deal in the dub is too childish imo and i get why that was their first impression but oough his character suffers so so much for it moreso than any of the others.... they massacred my guy..... and this is absolutely not a dig at Michael, ive seen his other work hes incredibly talented, just everything they got him to do as jyushimatsu makes me take critical damage in real life my hp bar drops so so much

Also i really like Cassandra Lee Morris as Totoko but I feel like she doesnt capture the flip between teehee totoko chwwaaannn and KILL KILL KILL voices that Aya Endou manages, he voice is very cutesy, but i feel like she doesnt sound mad enough when totoko gets pissed WHERE IS YOUR ANGER? YOUR RAGE??? RISE RISE RISE RISE RI

also also Keith Silverstein as iyami is honestly really good i didnt really know what to expect but i feel like hes p spot on, idk how iyami-likers feel abt him though lol ask telly or sth HJGHJ

SORRY this got long but i probably was never gonna be happy with the dub, im not gonna get too much into the writing in the localisation but ough. it is Just a comedy show to the dub writers and i can respect that, but the show means a lot to people Because of the characters and how they clearly run deeper than they appear thats a huge part of the appeal for ososan imo and i feel like a lot was lost in the translation. But! it can be pretty funny sometimes and thats all it rlly needs to be, funny haha penis anime

im gonna try and give the dub another shot, ill do me best to grit n bear through it GHJFG

[earlgreytea68]

Hi!

Talking about podcasts, is there any you listening to regularly? I would like to recommend one, it’s basically a pop culture podcast from Australia, called Shameless, it’s two girls in their late 20 (much younger than I am, but it’s so interesting to listen to them! And their accents are incredible!) talking about all kinds of things, with a good, very thoughtful approach to feminism. So they have this series, called Scandal, it’s about controversies in the celebrity world, believe me, still waiting (and dreading) a Pete Wentz one, to be honest, but not done yet... So there was 2 episodes on the band from the 60x Fleetwood Mac, and boy oh boy, was there a drama going on constantly and to this day!! In their research, they were concentrating on the album called Rumours, (good album btw) and all the shenanigans going on behind the scenes, and through the episodes I was thinking, how lucky we are at the moment, to have THIS kind of launching the album experience, nothing scandalous, nothing problematic, nothing controversial. Just dudes living their lives, and trying get the best of it. Anyhow, every good music made with a lot of feelings is a good one, the one that makes you think, feel, love and hate the world around you.

Okay, first of all, yes, I listen to tons of podcasts while I walk the dog, so I will add this Shameless rec to the list, thank you!!

Second of all, I know a tiny bit about the Fleetwood Mac scandals, enough to know that they existed, and yes, it really does make me think of how lucky we were to get this on-some-level prosaic and dull album launch. "Four guys made some music and they liked it so they put it out into the world." It makes me happy I came to FOB fandom late enough to be past a lot of the drama. I just feel like this must have been a stressful fandom around the Folie time and into the hiatus, when Pete was being vicious and Patrick was being sad.

But anyway! They're happy now!

And this also makes me think of the Pete Wentz Dax Shephard interview (BECAUSE EVERYTHING DOES hahahaha) where Dax was trying so hard to drum up some kind of scandal involving Fall Out Boy and was talking about what their Behind the Music would be like, and I swear to God I feel like Dax says to Pete, "What was your vice as a band? Was it drugs? Was it pussy?" Like, hahaha am I making that up? But I feel like he used some offensive term for women. Okay, I went back into my Twitter archive to find my tweets about this podcast and I have the exact quote Dax asked: "you know, when people aren't addicted to drugs or alcohol, sometimes they're addicted to pussy. Was that you guys?" Yup. That's what he asked. But anyway, the whole time Dax is trying to get at something scandalous, Pete just keeps patiently saying that they're just four dorky guys who like making music with each other. Dax clearly couldn't comprehend such a thing, but...yeah.

[h3adsh0t]

Hey, I’m making this post on this new account real quick because I think I really need some advice or something. Please try to read everything. If you have any advice or questions or comments to give me that may help me, even just a little bit, please dm me.

So, just for some background about me, I’m 16 years old and just got into my junior year. I live in Louisiana with my mom, stepdad, and half brother. Also, I’m a straight (bi curious) boy.

I don’t know why, but for the past year now I’ve been having a lot of really shitty suicidal thoughts and all that. I don’t know if I wanna go to any therapy or my parents or any friends about these thoughts though. Everyone I open up in front of anybody for any reason, I just start crying a lot. And I completely hate crying in front of anyone because I’m scared they’ll think I’m some scared or selfish pussy that can’t handle simple things or anything like that.

I’ve always been incredibly shy and introverted so I usually always worry about what basically anyone thinks of me. Anytime someone at school even glances at me, they look away and that makes me think that they think I’m ugly or look weird or something. Anytime I walk past someone in the halls and hear people laughing, I always think they’re laughing at me for either my hair looking shitty, me being a bit chubby, or something else.

I’ve never been popular in school. I feel like most people in my grade just kinda know who I am but don’t care enough to talk to. I’m just the guy they look at and say “oh it’s that guy”, and then move on. And I’m honestly fine with that. I’m fine with being the quiet kid who just wants to do his work and go home. The problem is that my school is filled to the brim with gangster-wannabe type kids who just never know when to leave people alone. And I never wanna tell them to go away or leave me be because I’m scared they’ll get mad and hit me or something or just give me dirty looks I guess. I genuinely feel like I can’t go anywhere in that damn place without getting harassed by a bunch of asshats.

I never really leave my house outside of school. I still need to learn to drive and I’m planning on applying at Subway soon for a first job. I spend most of my free time at home either binging YouTube, TV, Movies, Anime, Cartoons, playing video games, working out in the evenings, and a lot of sleeping.

I also think I might have a few undiagnosed mental disorders. Whenever I’m alone by myself, I just talk to myself. I constantly imagine myself in different scenarios and situations. It might be BPD but idk. I have a fuck ton of weird interests that most people are not into, especially around where I live.

I’m also really scared of my adult future. I want to eventually go to Full Sail Uni in Florida and become a successful screenwriter. A lot of my family calls me really creative so I think it’d be a good job for me, plus I just like making stories and writing in general. However, there’s a ton of more things I’m terrified of. I have no clue how things like taxes, insurance, business deals, applications, the DMV, bills, basically anything having to do with just being an adult scares me. I can do the basic shit like laundry, washing dishes, cleaning, sometimes cooking, etc. But everything else just scares me.

When it comes to friends and relationships, I think I have probably some of the worst trust issues on the planet. I’m constantly scared of going over to friends’ houses because I think they’ll judge me for something dumb, so I never really go over to any of them and I just stay home all day. I’m also incredibly scared of getting into any relationships with girls because these days, everytime I go on twitter, or Reddit, or TikTok, I feel like I’m seeing some new story about people cheating on each other and not being faithful. Or I’ll see another story about people dating someone as a joke, or a dare, or just to mess with them. It’s made me so terrified of dating out of fear that it’ll happen to me too, or I’ll say something bad or too weird and they’ll think I’m a freak and leave, or something will happen and they’ll have to move. And it sucks because I wanna be able to just hang out with my friends without stressing. I wanna be able to date something sweet and kind and caring and fun. I wanna be with someone that I can hold and take care of on their bad days. I want someone I can be weird with I guess. I just want people who I know won’t leave me.

I don’t know why I’m so damn anxious all the time. I don’t know why I’m stressed. I don’t know why I’m scared. I don’t know why I’m so shy. This is just kind of how I am.

I’m sorry for making this so long, I just really needed to get this all off of my chest and I didn’t really have anywhere else to go. If you have any questions or anything, please feel free to DM me at any time.

Love to all of you and I hope you have a good rest of your day. Or night.

[adultswim2021]

Frisky Dingo #22: “A Take on Hooper” | March 3, 2008 - 12:15AM | S02E09

Well, Frisky Dingo is back. I’m not that excited, mostly for selfish reasons; the show is mighty plotty and sometimes I feel obligated to hit every story beat and I just don’t wanna. I’ll probably leave some stuff out.

This one begins with it’s usual “previously on” style segment, depicting Killface optimistically announcing his bid for presidency as well as the companion campaign documentary. Then it cuts to the final scene from the previous episode; Killface addresses the camera saying they don’t have enough time for exposition, so if you want to see what happened between those two scenes “try iTunes”. This really does capture 2008 pretty well; the time when on-demand was fairly primitive and not quite as ubiquitous as it is now, but not yet the thing that replaced the need for “previously on” segments. I’m guessing. I don’t know, do they still do “previously on” segments these days? I don’t really watch modern television. Is it good?

Sinn reveals herself to the world; she was masquerading as Hooper all along! She, along with the Dread Lobster (the guy who turned into a lobster monster in season one), the Sisterhood of Chaos (Antagone and Val; the first of which is pregnant with the yet-to-be-mentioned giant mutant ant baby), and the Decepticles (the Xtacles reskinned) stand on the Annihilatrix where Sinn announces her intent to hold the world hostage as well as the upcoming birth of a big huge monster baby. It’s set to come barrelling out of Antagone’s snatch any day now. Plans are set into motion by Xander, Killface, Wendell, and President Taqu'il (yes, we’re so past the election that we now have an actual new sitting president) respectively to put a stop to her.

Xander unfortunately is in traction and can’t really do much. His predicament is similar to the film Hal Needham masterpiece Hooper, starring Burt Reynolds as a stunt man who breaks his neck and sets out to perform one final big-money stunt, so big that he could retire off of it. The downside is that it could kill him. This is all covered in dialogue, along with a full-throated endorsement from Xander’s doctor that the movie is indeed awesome. They beat a similar drum for The Electric Horseman during Sealab 2021. Say what you will about the 7030 dickholes, but their movie recs are good shit. 

Did you remember that Simon is dating the Hobbit nerd? That’s how Simon got hold of a rocket launcher, the same one that is used to shoot down the president’s plane. President Taqu’il very stupidly brings most of his line of succession on board, and we briefly see Mr. Ford poisoning the remaining two people ahead of him who weren’t on the plane. Mr. Ford may soon become President Mr. Ford. Good! I like him! He’s nice! For the record, President Taqu’il and his VP Stan seem to escape the crash, so there’s still a couple of big bosses for Ford. 

If I left anything out, (Dan Aykroyd voice) who cares. But I will mention one scene that I thought was sorta funny: The Decepticles are all shocked that Hooper/Sinn (hey, she’s had the same name as that Hal Needham movie this whole time! What are the odds?) is a woman, prompting a flashback where we see one of the Decepticles actually walk in on her in the bathroom and see her vagina. He spreads the news to the rest of his crew, oblivious that it means that she’s a woman and instead think he’s still a man but with a vagina, so they have a meeting without her to discuss how they need to be sensitive to their crewmate by stopping the use of gendered insults, like calling each others dicks or pussies. You couldn’t do this scene nowadays! Wait, actually, it’s a bunch of guys sitting around talking very plainly and instructively about how it’s bad to use gendered insults for the sake of sensitivity. Not only could you do this scene today, but I’m willing to bet that this scene has one-hundred percent occurred in a locker room on Ted Lasso.

It’s also important to note: there is no more pretense of the show being a documentary. It’s not THAT much different, but I guess it’s different. I also remember this show sorta limping to the finish line at this point; the last batch of episodes were a genuine high point for the series, and this was a little closer to average. I liked a couple bits, though.

MAIL BAG

I have a confession to make: I don't know whether Family Guy has actually done a hippie episode. It just seems like they probably have. Don't be mad at me!

I’m not mad. I just assumed there was one too because the vast majority of Family Guy has been unseen by me. Also “Hippie Episode” seems like it can be open to interpretation somewhat. Didn’t they do one where they started performing a folk act and getting into drugs and stuff? Could that be their hippie episode? Is there an institute of hippie episode studies?? Do we need to do another list????

[the-hat0]

Angel

Continuation of my first story.

Description: the Moon knight system have a sweet girlfriend who is so forgiving and lover that she over looks at some of the toxic and crazy things they do.

Warning ⚠️ :Smut, Violence (Murder), Stalking, Kidnapping, and Manipulation. The leg cuff and blood, almost sexual assault (Tell me if I didn't put any more warnings that were needed)

Moonboys x F!reader

NO MINORS PAST THIS POINT.

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Y/n L/n was a gift that the great heavens bestowed upon Steven Grant of the gift shop and Marc Spector as well.

You two have been dating for six months now which was odd, to say the least. You found out about them stalking you including breaking into your home and stealing some items but in the name of love you forgave both of them. Some people would say you should run to the hills but you stayed with them...hell even moved in with the three of them.

One month

The first month was a breeze to ease into. Steven showered you with gifts, love, and sex.

Of course, you accepted all these things including his not-so-great gifts.

Steven keeps up with your ovulation, periods, and even when your sex drive is the highest. As well as diet, what you like to eat and don't like, what you need and what you don't need to eat but never restricts you from eating.

He may be deranged but not cruel.

He still keeps the shrine around. Sometimes you give him items for your shrine but he loves it so, of course, you indulge the sweet boy. Also including the habit of smelling you, his nose is in every crevice of your body. He reminds you of a golden retriever who shoves its nose into your crotch.

He smells your hair, clothes, panties even your neck and your armpits including your pussy.

You walk up to the calendar and eye the dates steven has circled.

"Steven, why are these specific dates on the calendar marked? Are you planning something or maybe marc is?" You beam as you look at your boyfriend. He looks up from his book on the french language that he's been practicing for months.

"Oh." is all he says when he looks at the calendar you now have in your hand. You furrow your brow in disappointment hoping for a better response. "Then what are they for?" You ask. "Well...darling they're your ovulation cycle..and um..", he says dryly " also when your sex drive is the highest".

He watches as your smile drops before your lips even form what you want to say. Steven is on the floor and is already at your knees, he gives you his famous puppy dog eyes. "I-I'm so sorry darling. I know it's odd but I just-". He starts to beg but you cut him off by placing your finger on his lips. "No no, it's an okay baby. I guess...I should look on the bright side. At least I'll know when my periods coming, I suppose."You tell steven sweetly as you bend down a little and kiss his lips.

"Right, darling," Steven says with a small smile. "Also today is one of your days. Your sex drive should be a little high today." Steven says as he guides his hand up your legs. Your breathing softly intensifies as he strokes your legs. Then gently goes all the way up to your shorts.

Isn't love so weird? Y/n would accept anything your dear sweet Steven threw at you.

Second month later

Steven and You are like two pees in a pod. Simply perfect each other, except you have yet to fight your second bosses.

When am I gonna talk to her again? You got the fucking date cause of me, Steven. So why have I not been able to speak to her again?

You see Marc and Steven didn't have a good relationship ever since you met him the first time you slept with Steven for the first time. You also slept with marc. I mean you wouldn't sleep with a man on his knee begging for forgiveness?

"You are not bloody meeting her, Marc. After what you did, why should I? I found her with bruises from that night. You slept with my girlfriend and now you wanna meet her again? Mate" Steven shouted at the mirror. Steven huffed out as he collected his things for you and his date.

You owe me this, didn't I get you that info on her? I got you two together, you owe me.

After hearing out Marc. Steven sighed in annoyance. "Fine...." Steven said to the mirror.

"Thanks," Marc said back to the mirror.

Marc looks at his phone to see what steven planned. To Marc's disdain, it was a museum date.

You stared at the exhibits that steven had given you a tour of before. You smiled at the memories you two shared, then you felt two arms snake around your waist.

"Babygirl, do remember me?" An American voice says it hugs you from behind. You gasp and quickly get out his hold, "Marc!" You say as you hug him. "Steven let you see me again?" You ask as you look up at his face.

"Yeah, it was a little difficult but I got him to agree to see you again, baby girl." He smirks at you making you smile at him before pecking his chin. "Let's get out of here." He says while untangling the hug and grabbing your hand. He guides you out of the building and soon you find yourself sitting on the other side of a restaurant table.

Marc's legs are spread out in the chair and he stares at you with smirk. "What are we doing here?" You shyly ask him as you try not to meet your gaze. "Can't I have a date with a pretty lady?" Marc says while fiddles with your fingers. You blush a little at his comment and tuck your hand behind your ear. "Wanna get out of here?" He asks you as he rubs your fingers.

"Yes."

You rock into Marc as he holds your hips. You moan out as you feel him hit your sweet spot. You clench around him and let your orgasm softly intensify. Feeling it expand throughout your body. This is the third one marc has gotten out of you but hey you're not complaining.

You two couldn't eagerly wait to get back to the apartment and fuck. This man was shoving his tongue down your mouth as you two entered the apartment and quickly undressing while you undressed him. That's how much sexual tension he built up just for you.

You two sit there in the same position letting your orgasm pass so that Marc can get another one out of you. "Round Four, baby". He says while you snap your hips into his like a puzzle. You moan out softly as you feel his dick hit that sweet spot that makes your legs tremble a little.

Marc makes light hickies on your neck as he thrust into you. You give him small moans as the gentle ones and when he quickens his pace to get the fourth one out, you sputter out words conjoined together like don'tstopdon'tstop or pleasegofasterplease. He even gets a cry out of your sweet lips.

After all of, your lovemaking is done. He cleans you thoroughly and gives you kisses that he peppers all over your body.

7:30 am is what reads on Marc's watch. You quickly get dressed and head out to get some breakfast for you and your sleeping beauty still in the bed, naked as the day he was born.

You walk out of the apartment building and try to find yourself the nearest coffee shop. Two whole hours pass, and you push the key through the door that steven so graciously gifted you very early into your relationship.

Only to hear, Marc yelling at someone. You pause before you unlock the door to hear the one-sided conversation.

"Think steven, think. Where would she have gone? Where are her favorite places? It's still early so breakfast is still being served." Marc says to the mirror as he runs his fingers through his hair in a distressing way.

I'm thinking, mate. Just give me a minute, OH! Maybe that one place...something called cuppaT. It's not far from here, and I'm sure she'll be there...

Steven said with uncertainty as he looked at Marc who look like a nervous wreck.

"Okay. Let's start there." He said as he grabbed his wallet and apartment keys.

You open the door to find him frantically gathering the stuff. He immediately looks at you and the stress and panic wash from his face as he instantly pulls you into a hug. He nuzzles into your neck smelling your perfume to placate himself.

His shoulder slumps and he feels meek in your arms. You recognize this familiar person. "Where were you, darling? You gave marc a scare. Naughty girl" He says while he nips at your neck lightly. "I was at a small bakery nearby. I got us some breakfast, baby". You say as you pull away from the hug and set down your items and purse. Now his body feels more firm like he's a wall, "now baby girl, for giving me a scare like that I have to punish you but give me your phone first". Marc says as he hugs you from behind. You reach for your purse and zip the pouch to hand Marc your phone.

He releases you from the hug and fiddles with your phone then hands it back to you. You don't give it a second thought and just set it down on the table. Marc grabs the breakfast and your hand guides you to bed.

He is sweet to you before he ravishes you and destroys your spirit in bed as punishment for not leaving a note.

You have passed the second boss and contributed to his obsession. Marc is different from steven, Steven is clingy and lovesick. He needs to know everything about you and treat you like a goddess. He needs your attention, needs your constant validation and of course, you give it to him.

Now Marc likes to keep on a pedestal and have you under his total watch. His unrequited gifts include Stalking, tracking, and more stalking. Just kidding, he knows your triggers, gestures, ticks, habits, and the way you talk. The way your eyes light at something, the way you look at things that you don't like, or when you feel uneasy, uncomfortable, and unsafe.

He sometimes feels like a rock or better yet a wall and you are a none confrontational person who is sweet as pie. You need marc or at least that's how delusional he thinks. He continues the stalking. Need to know where you are at all times like a mosquito bite that itches. It festers and festers so he tracks you and so God help him if he doesn't know where you are.

"Baby girl, if you go somewhere and don't tell me. I'll know, so don't test your limits. Konshu will tell me" Marc says softly as he slowly slips off your panties. He gently rubs his thumb on your clit making you cry out. Poor you being punished by both steven and marc through overstimulation and edging. You beg for marc or steven, as your lovers make you suffer.

Two months later

By now you are completely use to both Marc and Steven's habits and obsession.

Marc told you about Konshu..who he was, what he was and his significance in his life. He briefly talks about Jake but never enough to where you know him well.

That is Steven's job, he word vomits about everything that he's gone through with Marc and Jake. He's told you about Jake more than Marc which has sparked curiosity in you to meet your final boss.

These two months had been very eventful

Here you were sitting on the bus ramp waiting for Steven to get off from his shift. It was just you and another man but you payed not attention to him. "Are you here all by yourself?" He ask as concern is painted on his face.

"Oh yeah..but my boyfriend's gonna be here soon". You innocently say as you smile at him. Then your phone begins to ring. You quickly pick it up and Steven voice booms through the phone.

Hey darling, I'm not gonna get out tonight. So just call a cab, don't walk home. Love you

You sigh as you hang up and gather your stuff together.

I know he tracks my phone but I'm sure it'll be fine..it's just one time.

You begin your journey back home and get yourself far enough from the museum. You slowly recognize the streets he lives on and go through a alley way for a shortcut.

You start noticing footsteps behind you. Then someone grabs you and shoves you against the wall, it's the "concerned" man from earlier. He puts his hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming.

"Shh...it's okay...it's gonna be alright. You're a real cutie, lady". He says with his hot breath against your ear. Tears well up in your eyes as his hand snakes up your skirt. Then suddenly a figure in white swoops down the alleyway and with one swipe he slashes the man's throat with a moonshaped blade.

You stand there frozen as the blood splatters on your face. You are still trying to process what just happened. "H-he-", you try to say but your face scrunchs up and tears spill down your face. You throw yourself into Jake's arms and he holds you. He soothes you by rubbing your back then he picks you up bridal style. He takes you into the apartment and sets you down on the bed as you sob into his shirt.

About two weeks pass over the incident. You've been put on house arrest by Marc who while trying to gave a intimate moment with noticed the stuttering getting worse which amplified the his anxiety and panic.

"Baby, I don't like how you speak right now. You're still scared and I'm sorry I wasn't faster",Marc softly says as he puts the cuff around your leg "Soon there will be a longer one coming in so you can walk around the house. This is only for a month and then I'll take it off, babygirl".

He indeed did buy a longer sleeping cuff and when Steven would get home he would take if off or if Marc was home, he would. Him and Jake rotated turn on taking care of you. "Pequeño what do you want to eat? Takeout? Or make you something?" Jake softly whispers in you ear as you squirm in his lap. "Whatever is fine.." You say as Jake starts to take off the white satin lingerie set he bought you.

You see, he treats you like a sugarbaby. Buys you expensive things, spoils you, showers you in adoration and love.

He takes off the dress part of the set. Throwing it to the ground then works on your panties that he had custom made. The entire set was customized actually, just be soft and airy for you to sleep in. Including the added detail of his symbol on the panties. He take them off only leaving in the thigh highs that have the moonknight symbol as well.

"Jake" You softly moan out as he enters you. He holds you legs and begins to thrust into you. His thrust start a standard slow pace but due to your wetness. He growls in your ear and starts go at faster pace. The chair makes a squeaking noise as it hits the table. You clench around him as he hits your sweet spot continously. Feeling your orgasm build up again. You let your body reach it high and clench around him tightly making Jake go a little bit a rough pace. One sharp snap of his hips and his dick paints you walls with his cum.

But he doesn't stop.

"Baby, It's my turn now".

Marc sets you body on the bed. He put your legs over his shoulder and starts to enter your cunt again. Then with the full force of his hips, he thrust into you all the way. He pounds into your cunt as you cry out at the sensations. It good in the way that it hits everything perfectly and you body shudders at each delicious thrust that come through your body.

Your legs tremble as his thrust and start to clench around him as your next orgasm leads your way. Your toes curls and you let out a cry as you feel your release unravel. Marc cums inside of you and you feel his familiar seed paint your walls again.

He does his usual routine and cleans you up and dresses you again in one of his shirts. A few minutes later, he calls for a pizza delivery and BAM! You two have nice cozy dinner.

Oh if you're wondering about your job. The boys got you covered, of course they paid people off and made up excuses about you absences.

All three of them need you in some way. To You, Stevan is like crazed fan, Marc is a obsessed man and Jake is possessive over you but this has not ever let your love for the three of them go away.

Such as the time he almost fought someone for simply touching you.

"Hey , watch who you touch next time." An angry Jake said as he sqaured up to a guy who started drunkenly flirting with you. He had put his hand on your shoulder and Jake has just come back from the bathroom. Now you were in between the two men, whining for Jake for to calm down and just take you home. He abliged and he fucked you for two hours thinking that was enough to get rid of that man's nasty touch.

"JAKE!" You cried out as his hips sharply shaped into yours. This was the fourth orgasm he has pulled out your body in those two hours.

"pequeño, no te preocupes que el toque del hombre se haya ido." Jake says in your ear so seductive. You pull him back into your embrace and whisper in his ear, "f-fuck me again, baby".

That's his que to ruin you again and so he does.

That's all for tonight, folks.

[starryhyuck]

sugar daddy galore! (m)

pairing: sugardaddy!jaemin + sub!reader + sugardaddy!jeno

words: 4k+

summary: you’ve been struggling with choosing the perfect sugar daddy for you. the two candidates, na jaemin and lee jeno, are both vying for your attention. however, you’ve failed to tell them that you’ve been fucking them both while also taking their money. oops.

genre: smut

warnings: double penetration, fingering, lots of creampies, way too many orgasms, daddy kink, pussy slapping, dirty talk, degradation, overstimulation, crying

thank you for 4.8k followers!

“Two sugar daddies? Are you serious, Y/N?”

You roll your eyes at the incredulity in Karina’s voice. “Relax. I’m in a trial and error stage. The app said that I could date around, figure out which one is best for me and settle in a few weeks.”

She blinks at you, eyes still wide with disbelief. You admit that although sugar daddies are uncommon, they’ve become more normalized nowadays. There are tons of apps that help sugar babies meet their potential sugar daddies, which appealed to your rough financial situation. You haven’t spoken to your parents in years and you’ve been putting yourself through college. While your friends were out drinking and having fun, you stayed home and tried to plan out your budgeting schedule for the next month or so.

It was miserable, and it landed you in front of Jeno and Jaemin.

“Well?” Karina asks, staring at you over the rim of her coffee cup. Karina has been the only friend of yours who you’ve told about your situation, mainly because you know she won’t judge you, she’ll just have a list of incoming questions. “Have you decided?”

You shrug. “Not really. I mean, Jaemin is so sweet and funny but-“ you huff.

“But what?” She prods.

“He’s just so, vanilla in bed,” you whine. “It’s really sweet how he checks in on me and makes sure I’m okay, but you know when you just want someone to manhandle you like a rag doll? Jeno does exactly that.”

She hums. “So, you have one guy who’s sweet and pretty, but boring in bed. Then, you have another guy who’s rough and dominant with you, but a little

more shy. Interesting pair.”

You narrow your eyes at her, ignoring the heated glare from a mother who scurries past your table with her children. You admit that a public coffee shop is probably not the most appropriate location for this conversation.

“What are you saying, Karina?”

She smiles mischievously. “I’m saying that you actually don’t have a problem at all. Look at it this way — if you find a way to bring them together, they can both provide exactly what you’re looking for. They balance each other out.”

You laugh at the idea. “I don’t know, they’re both super territorial. I doubt they could be in the same room without turning it into a competition.”

Karina smirks. “Isn’t that the fun part?”

—

“Thank you for tonight.”

Jaemin smiles at you adoringly as he walks you up to your apartment door. “It was my pleasure. I hope you had fun.”

“I did,” you assure, returning his grin. You stick your key into the lock, turning it slowly. “I hope we can do it again sometime soon.”

“Of course,” he beams at you. “Anytime.”

As you open the door, you hear a mix of jumbled voices. You didn’t know Karina was bringing anyone over tonight. As you move to wish Jaemin goodbye, she comes scurrying down the hallway, a panicked look in her eyes.

“What? Are you okay?” You immediately ask, alarmed by her behavior.

She smiles awkwardly at Jaemin and leans in to whisper to you. “Jeno’s here.”

“What?” You hiss, taken aback. Jeno never messaged you that he was coming to your apartment tonight.

“Is everything okay?” Jaemin asks worriedly, hand resting on your lower back.

Your mouth opens, your brain preparing an excuse as fast as it possibly can. The entire situation turns into fire garbage when Jeno comes strolling down the hallway, eyeing the proximity of you and Jaemin.

“Y/N, I was waiting for you. Sorry for inconveniencing you like this.”

“Uh-“ you murmur, Karina watching the whole situation with wide eyes.

“Love, who’s this?” Jaemin asks in your ear, protectively taking a step closer to you, his front hitting your back. Jeno’s fists clench at the action. Karina awkwardly grabs her jacket from the nearby closet and moves past you.

“Karina-“ you hiss, grabbing her arm.

“Your mess, you clean it up,” she replies. “Remember, you could always go with what I told you before.”

Her left eye drops in a subtle wink before she breezes past you and Jaemin. You’re left with the two sugar daddies the app connected to you, and you laugh to clear the tension.

“How about I make us all a drink?”

—

“You can do this, you can do this,” you whisper to yourself, hands struggling to pour the bottle of rum into three glasses.

You left Jeno and Jaemin in the living room, slightly panicking that your two sugar daddies have now met one another. It wasn’t that big of a deal, right? They both must know that you joined the app to explore and date around.

Everything’s fine.

You walk back into your living room with a smile on your face. Your heart plummets at the sight of them sitting on opposite ends of the couch, glaring at one another.

“I brought us drinks,” you smile, ignoring their questioning stares. You squeeze in between them on the couch, offering them each a glass.

After a few moments of silence, Jaemin speaks up.

“Love, are you going to explain?”

Jeno’s fingers tighten around his glass. “Yeah, baby. Care to explain?”

You blink twice, focusing on the television in front of you instead of staring at either of them. Jeno’s right hand settles on your thigh, and if you weren’t so frightened by the outcome of losing both of your sugar daddies tonight, you would be incredibly wet.

You figure out a place to start. “Well, you know how I met you through the sugar daddy app-“

“Yes, that much was clear,” Jeno says directly, eyes darkening as you squirm.

You clear your throat. “Yes, well, the app said it was encouraged for sugar babies to date around and see which sugar daddy fits best for them.”

Jaemin was a little more calm. “So, the entire time you’ve been seeing me, you’ve also been seeing Jeno?”

You keep your head down and nod.

“And you’ve been accepting money from both me and him?” Jeno asks.

You nod again.

“And you’ve been sleeping with the both of us?”

“And not telling either of us the entire time?”

You nod, your throat closing at the massive guilt building in your stomach. You quickly chug the entire glass of rum down your throat.

You can hear Jeno’s deep breaths from beside you, while Jaemin seems to be deep in thought.

Jeno is the first one to speak, and it’s nothing you expected.

“I want you to strip down to your underwear and wait for me in the bedroom.”

Your head darts up and you look over at him. You’ve seen Jeno like this only once before, and it was when you were roleplaying in bed. He always liked to pretend to be really angry with you so that he could fuck you harder. This time, however, the anger was real.

“But Jeno-“

“What did you call me?” He hisses, slamming his glass on your coffee table.

You gulp, not even daring to look at Jaemin’s reaction.

“Yes, Daddy.”

You awkwardly stand from the couch and shuffle over to your bedroom, closing the door quietly. Your heart is beating a mile a minute, afraid and slightly excited for what’s in store for you tonight. You don’t know if Jaemin will be joining or if Jeno plans to claim you as his own.

You follow Jeno’s instructions, stripping down to your underwear and sitting on the edge of your bed in anticipation. You can hear small mumbling outside but nothing clear. You only hope that they aren’t ensuing a fight.

Jaemin is the first one to enter, which surprises you. He smiles softly at you, still wearing his casual sweater and jeans from your date earlier. He approaches you on the bed, hands cupping your face gently.

“Hi, sweet girl. How are you?” He coos, fingers rubbing over your cheeks.

“I-I’m okay,” you reply shakily. “Is Jeno coming in?”

Jaemin nods. “He sure is. He’s very upset with you.”

“Are you upset with me?”

He frowns, tangling his hands in your hair to distract himself.

“I wish you had been honest with me.”

The door bursts open, Jeno walking through and glaring at you. You cower under his heavy gaze and Jaemin frowns.

“You don’t have to be so rude,” he hisses to Jeno, who switches his death stare from you to Jaemin. “We both know what we signed up to when we used the app.”

Jeno chuckles darkly. “I already dropped five-thousand on her tuition. Care to match that?”

Jaemin frowns. At most, he’s paid for expensive dinners and new lingerie he’s enjoyed seeing on you, but nothing near Jeno’s number.

You decide to speak up. “Daddy, I’m sorry-“

“Save it,” Jeno retorts. “Get in position.”

You ignore Jaemin’s worried glance, wishing you could tell him that you were completely over the moon with the current situation. You knew Jaemin — if he really had a problem with what was currently happening, he would already be out the door. Something is making him stay, and you hope this means that you can tell Karina she was an evil genius.

You eagerly get in the position that Jeno enjoys, head hitting your pillow as you prop your ass in the air, spreading your legs so Jeno can see the slick running down your thighs.

Jeno smirks and turns to Jaemin, whose eyes are as wide as saucers. “See? She’s just a little whore who needs commands to obey.” Jeno walks over to you, fingers digging into your cheeks so that you turn to face him, drool slipping from your mouth. “Isn’t that right, baby?”

You immediately nod to the best of your ability. “Yes, Daddy.”

Jeno smiles at your obedience. He shifts his focus back to Jaemin.

“Here’s what’s going to happen — I’m going to have full control of the situation tonight. I want you to give her two orgasms, exactly two. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Holy shit. The rest?

“You can do whatever vanilla shit you’ve already been doing with her before, I don’t really care. Once I’m in her ass though, I need you to fuck her cunt. Are we good?”

Silence hangs in the air and you close your eyes in humiliation. All the times Jaemin has taken you out and you’ve played the innocent college girl role for him, it’s all thrown out the window. Jeno knows who you really are in the bedroom, and he’s exposing it to your other sugar daddy for the very first time.

After a few more moments, Jeno speaks up again. “If none of this is working for you, feel free to leave. I have enough stamina to punish her on my own.”

Humiliation turns into arousal by Jeno’s words, and you feel your panties dampen at the thought of Jeno giving you a taste of your medicine all night long.

Jeno lets go of your face and you fall back into the mattress, but you know better than to raise your head to take a peek. You hear some shuffling and hushed whispers, too low for you to understand what’s being said. You sincerely hope that Jaemin doesn’t leave since he’s one of the sweetest guys you’ve ever been with.

The thought of apologizing to him the next day disappears when you feel two hands roam the expanse of your ass.

You hear a sigh. “This isn’t fair, love,” Jaemin mutters. “How many times has he seen you like this and I barely get a taste of you most days?”

His fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, slowly pulling it down as if he was teasing himself. You hear him grunt when the fabric sticks to your folds, and you can tell that your wetness has ruined another pair of panties.

“Fuck,” Jaemin curses. “Is she always like this?”

“With me, of course,” Jeno chuckles. “Don’t know about you, pretty boy.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Jaemin bites back, ignoring Jeno’s laughter.

You can tell this is all new for Jaemin — a squeaky clean guy who’s been raised to take over his family’s company from the day he was born. He told you on your second date that he took etiquette classes when he was younger, which explained his actions both in and out of bed. The farthest you two have ever gone was casual missionary in your bedroom. Nothing beyond that, much to your dismay.

You yelp when you feel his fingers play gently with your folds, spreading them and watching as juices drop from your pretty cunt.

You can hear the frustration in Jeno’s voice. “Is this how you normally fuck her? No wonder she needed a second guy.”

“Fuck you, asshole. I actually want to make sure she’s okay.”

Jeno laughs again, moving to grab a fistful of hair in his hands and tugging. You squeal at the pain, back arching to meet his gaze. He smiles devilishly down at you.

“Open wide,” he instructs and you do as he says, opening your mouth to welcome two of his fingers sliding down your throat. You immediately choke at the intrusion but make no signals to stop him. His eyes drift upwards to lock with Jaemin’s. “See? She needs the push. She doesn’t look like she’s stopping me, does she, pretty boy?”

You can almost feel Jaemin’s raging anger behind you at Jeno continuously challenging him. His emotions cause a finger to slip inside of your pussy, making you moan around Jeno’s digits.

Jeno grunts. “That’s more like it.”

Almost as if Jeno’s given him a mission, Jaemin places one hand on your hip, focusing on making you crumble underneath him. You whimper when he inserts another finger, scissoring you and watching as you cry. Jeno retracts from your mouth, grinning as a string of spit follows after him.

“So fucking messy. Are you going to apologize?”

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“Sorry for what?”

“For making a mess.”

He hums in appreciation. Jaemin isn’t happy in the slightest bit that none of your attention is on him, even though he’s the one who is knuckles deep in your sloppy cunt. He tightens his grip on your hip and you squeak, knowing the pressure will leave a bruise.

When his fingers leave your pussy, you whine at the loss. The emptiness doesn’t last long as you hear the clang of his belt hit the floor. You ready yourself for the intrusion, and Jeno tugs at your hair again so that you lock eyes with him.

“Look at me,” he hisses. “Look at me when he’s fucking you.”

You comply with his orders, mouth opening in a silent gasp when Jaemin slides his cock inside your weeping pussy. Jeno leans over, spitting onto your awaiting tongue.

“Swallow.”

His spit travels down your throat, and you push your tongue out to prove it. He grins before looking up at Jaemin.

“Fuck her harder. Want to hear her scream.”

You nearly do when Jaemin thrusts into you harshly, so different from the caring Jaemin that always checks before he begins moving. Although Jeno knows how you really are in the bedroom, Jaemin is the one who’s memorized your body. He knows exactly how to get you to the edge, where that one spot is which causes you to go blind from the pleasure.

He finds it almost instantly, and you cry out, struggling to keep eye contact with Jeno. His fingers grip your cheeks tightly as he forces you to stare at him.

“Little fucking whore,” he chuckles. “So eager for anyone’s cock that you’ll rob two men of thousands of dollars, huh?”

You know better than to correct him of the situation, simply nodding and agreeing. You cry under his hold, Jaemin battering your pussy and driving you to the edge faster than he ever has before. Jeno smiles down at you through your orgasm, smirk planted on his face as you sob. Once the waves of pleasure have subsided, Jeno throws you down onto the mattress, fingers wrapping around your throat as you lifelessly lay on your back.

“One more, pretty boy,” he remarks to Jaemin. “One more and then she’s mine.”

You can’t see Jaemin’s reaction to Jeno’s words anymore, eyes blearily blinking up at the ceiling. Jeno knows exactly how tight his grip is on your throat, and he’ll only make it tighter if you disobey. You recall passing out once because you couldn’t breathe, and you woke up to Jeno fucking you roughly into the mattress.

Jaemin makes it a mission to prove that he can fuck you just as good as Jeno can. You gasp when a harsh slap lands on your pussy, your legs still shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. Jaemin hits you another two times, your clit ready to explode at the connection. Before you can recover, he pushes back into you. You scream, your body crying from the overstimulation.

Jeno keeps a hand wrapped around your throat, watching as you sob loudly. You can tell Jaemin is a little softer than before, and you know he’s resisting the urge to check on you and make sure you’re okay.

“Harder,” Jeno growls at him. “It’s not good if she can still think.”

You gasp when Jaemin does exactly as Jeno says, thrusting into you harder and finding your sweet spot once more. Drool drips from the side of your lips while Jaemin continues to plow into you.

When he can feel your orgasm approaching, Jeno tightens his grip on your throat, nearly cutting off your source of oxygen. The combined feeling of Jeno choking you and Jaemin railing into you has your orgasm hitting you like a truck.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, losing your vision for a few seconds as your body spasms and jolts. You cry and cry, your pleas for help being heard by no one.

When you come to, you realize you’ve squirted all over the sheets and Jaemin’s upper half. You also realize that Jaemin emptied himself inside of you, ropes of cum warming your pussy.

“Not bad, pretty boy,” Jeno chuckles. “Now, move aside. It’s my turn now.”

As Jaemin and Jeno are switching places, you blubber to the both of them.

“I’m so sorry, D-Daddy. Please f-forgive m-me. Please, Daddy. I w-won’t be mean again, I’m sorry,” you beg, knowing that Jeno will be anything but gentle with you.

“Aw, that’s cute, baby,” Jeno smirks, undressing slowly and watching you. “You think a simple apology will make up for what you did to us.”

You blink when Jeno grips his base, fingers slowly stroking up and down his cock. Red and leaking heavily from the tip, you can tell how mad Jeno is with you just by looking at the state of his heavy length. You feel Jaemin push back some strands of hair away from your face.

Just like you predicted, Jeno uses you in whatever way he wants. You’re just a doll for him to use, cock splitting you in half with the force of his thrusts. While he fucks you until your body is screaming for him to stop, Jaemin stares down at you curiously, fingers running over your cheek gently.

You can’t seem to shut up. Whether it be moaning, whining, crying or just babbling incoherent noises, you complete all of the above as Jeno fucks you.

“D-Daddy, so g-good- your cock is so g-good- so big, daddy- you fill me up s-s-so well- want you to fuck me everyday, daddy, please-“

Jeno laughs sinisterly at your endless stream of consciousness.

“God, you’re such a filthy slut,” he growls, hips snapping into yours harder.

You reach another orgasm in the blink of an eye, body completely giving up on you. You allow Jeno to manhandle you again, pushing you back in position with your ass in the air and face shoved into the mattress. He nearly folds you in half when he begins thrusting again, the sound of his thighs slapping yours growing even louder as Jaemin’s cum leaks from your cunt. It’s a sticky mess, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Jeno fucks you until you’re absolutely begging for him to show you mercy. You’ve already had another two orgasms, and you know the next one will completely break you. Jeno can sense this as well, sliding out of you and motioning to Jaemin.

“Your turn. Hold her up and fuck her cunt.”

Jaemin doesn’t put up a fight this time, eager to feel you wrapped around him again. His cock stands tall as he lifts you, wrapping his arms around your upper body and holding you up. This new position gives both him and Jeno the opportunity to fuck you simultaneously.

Jeno and you have done anal many times before, and he’s bought you an endless amount of butt plugs to play with while he abuses your pussy. You’ve never had two cocks at the same time before, however.

You don’t have time to ponder over the logistics, eyes blinking open and shut as you teeter on the brink of exhaustion. You hear the opening of a lube bottle and Jaemin’s gentle voice in your ears.

“You look so pretty like this,” he murmurs, aligning his cock to your entrance. You weep when he presses himself inside your heat again. He builds up a slow pace before you feel Jeno at your back. His fingers circle your rim, coating it with lube and making you shudder.

“Now, be a good girl and take both of our cocks,” Jeno hisses at you. You obey, wrapping your arms around Jaemin’s neck and pushing your ass out to let Jeno enter your other hole.

When the tip of his cock prods at your entrance, you take a deep breath. Luckily, Jeno isn’t ruthless, knowing it’s your first time taking something so massive in your ass. He slowly pushes in while Jaemin thrusts gently in your cunt.

Once Jeno bottoms out, you cum again from the feeling of having two cocks buried inside of you. You let them have their way with you, both of them finding an unspoken rhythm. Every time Jaemin enters your cunt, Jeno pushes out of your other entrance and vice versa. They continue like this, the air filled with heavy grunts and shameless whimpers.

You start blacking out every few seconds, your body filled with pleasure and begging you to slow down. The two men you’re sandwiched in between don’t give you the opportunity.

“Please,” you whisper, breathless. “Please.”

Jaemin is the first to relieve himself, shooting more of his cum inside of you. It drips out of your crying pussy, falling onto the sheets. He quickly withdraws from you, collapsing on the mattress in exhaustion. His withdrawal allows Jeno to grip your hips hard, thrusting deep into you until you can barely hold yourself up.

“I wish you could see yourself,” he chuckles into your ear. “See how desperate you look with two cocks fucking you. I wonder what everyone would think of you, selling yourself out for money. Perfect little princess likes to get fucked by her two sugar daddies.”

You don’t even know how many orgasms you’ve had at this point, and whether or not another one is incoming. The pleasure is too strong and unrecognizable.

Jeno reaches his high after a few more minutes of stretching you. You clench around him when his cum fills your ass, making you feel completely full with both his and Jaemin’s cum.

The three of you collapse in a heap of desperate breaths and utter exhaustion. You feel yourself drifting to sleep when Jaemin speaks up.

“You should show me how to do that.”

Jeno laughs. “Do what?”

“Fuck her until she can’t think. I actually enjoyed seeing her so fucked up like that.”

“Welcome to the club. I’ll show you before she wakes up again. She loves waking up to you fucking her, trust me.”

You’re not even afraid for what’s to come when your eyes open again, but you know it can’t be good.

Your two sugar daddies are here to stay and completely ruin you.

[ressjeon]

washed on | kth (m.)

pairing: fratboy!tae x sororitygirl!reader

summary: Taehyung’s heated stares were what drew you in at first and you think he seemed shy since you’re shameless though he’s confusing you the more you see him. Is he just planning all of this or are you also too fixed to see past what he’s been showing you? So who’s really playing here, you or him?

rating: 18+

genre: smut, pwp ig lmao, carwash!au, frat!au

word count: 6k

warnings: dirty talk, use of lube, hand kink, size kink, protected/unprotected sex, rough sex, outdoor car sex, switch dynamics?, breast play, brief tit slapping and oral (m.), pussy slapping, riding, finger sucking, handjob, fingering, spanking, orgasm denial/delay, brief voyeurism (accidental)

a/n: surprise mfers, this is my first Tae fic here and a PWP of him (acts surprised). this simple sexy banner is made by my marsy @joheunsaram​ who started this Hot Summer Boy collab with six other amazing authors!. i procrastinated as usual so i removed some scenes but idk it's just pure filth so enjoy 😜

UNEDITED 

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he’s staring at you again, thinking that you don’t notice him each time he does.

the way he averts his eyes away from you shyly when you smirk at him,

Kim Taehyung, Beta Tau Sigma’s good boy. or is he really?

it’s probably just you who think this way but that’s been what he’s showing when you’re around. each interaction you have with Taehyung consists of flustered smiles towards you. but then who really knows? these fratboys are a pro in using their charms to get anyone they want.

when you first heard the news of their frat’s charity fundraiser, you don’t waste any more time and immediately pass by their frat house to confirm. indeed there’s a simple car wash set up in their parking lot, with many customers already lining up, waiting for their turn.

of course, they’re all hot so it’s obvious that people would swarm them at once.

you’re contemplating if you should pay a visit. the silver pickup truck you’re driving is way too big for you but you’ve insisted to your dad how much you’ve wanted. for a change and don’t boys like girls that are different these days? that’s what they always say to you. 

technically, not many people know that you own one because you only use it for special occasions. aside from your family and a couple of friends, only your sorority sisters and these fratboys know. they should realize why you’re using it today.

it’s early afternoon when you decide to finally visit their frat house to hopefully woo any of them as your sorority sisters instructed. no matter how many times you’ve told them that you have your pick a long time ago, they still wouldn’t budge since Taehyung’s not really responding to your advances.

but you’re here to find out how he really is, knowing that shy and quiet guys are usually your type. well not really at all times. sometimes you just love training them, boosting their confidence until they establish themselves on their own. it makes you proud, how it’s because of you.

parking your pick up truck from a distance across the street, you slowly come down from its steps, feeling many eyes on you. who wouldn’t look? aside from your car, you’re wearing these denim shorts that are almost showing half your ass, paired with a loose fishnet top that allows your bright coloured sports bra on view.

taehyung’s heart was already racing the moment he saw your car earlier. it had to be you cause he notices it when you pass by sometimes, smirking at him through your car window when he dares to look. though his friends keep teasing him how you’re so into him, he won’t falter.

for now.

he sees you from his peripheral view walking towards him, greeting his frat brothers along the way but he pretends to not see you, busying himself with pulling the hose and arranging the buckets around.

“hi tae~” you smile sweetly at him and his friends starts whistling at that.

you’ve been calling Taehyung that name, finding the nickname cute like an endearment almost. why go on full names anyway when you’re accustomed to each other now. if he didn’t really want you calling him that then he would’ve told you off a while ago.

he ignores you for a few seconds so you stand in front of him, tilting your head while leaning down to catch his expression. clearly a mistake when he decides to entertain you because he can’t help his eyes from looking down at your chest.

where your very tempting breasts are.

he unconsciously runs his tongue between his lips, a habit that you noticed since the first time you met him. the corners of your lips quirk, giving him a playful smile.

cute. 

“you’re not even gonna greet me? i was hoping you would wash my car” you pout, bringing his eyes back to your face.

“i have many customers waiting” he responds softly with his deep voice, gesturing to the many cars that have been waiting for him.

“you really won’t do me?”

taehyung blinks at your question. he can clearly hear it’s double entendre even if you said it unintentionally.

“yow Tae, i can take hers if you want” 

his frat brother Jimin muses from behind you and Taehyung simply nods. his best friend already teases him a lot so he tries to remain stoic, he can’t react in anyway that will give away what he truly feels. he sees your face fall for a bit before walking away with Jimin. he shouldn't feel guilty because he does have a lot of clients waiting already but he still does.

watching Taehyung accept, you turn to the attractive boy who's offering you his services. would you say no? of course not. besides, you’re lowkey upset that Taehyung rejected you again. it’s a bit humiliating since everyone here knows about your fixation on the boy for a while now.

your sorority sisters have questioned your pining over Taehyung when you're capable of sleeping with anyone you want. but you don't want any those guys this way, only him.

.

giving up was never in your vocabulary. so the next time you visit, you made sure that his other frat brothers aren't there so you can finally bring your plan into action.

today, you're wearing even shorter shorts from last time and a plain shirt without a bra underneath. it wasn’t purely intentional since you were in a hurry just in case your sisters start snooping. you just grabbed the first pair of clothing that you can find, not caring how you look when you face Taehyung. you’re still upset that he didn’t even give you the reaction you were hoping for when you dressed up last time.

meanwhile, Taehyung is annoyed at being in charge of cleaning up the entire car wash set up while the rest of his frat are out eating lunch to celebrate a successful fundraising event. their last day was yesterday but there are still a few supplies that he was tasked to pack up just because he refused to clean your car days ago. 

he was focused on finishing up early so he can follow them until he got momentarily distracted after hearing a car engine stopping by. he turns around to find you, walking towards him with a pretty scowl on your face.

your mood soured when you see the frustration on Taehyung’s face so you turned around to go back to your car. seeing him in that his denim shorts is also lifting your mood since his legs are on view. it’s a rare sight because he usually wears bottoms that cover them.

when you were about to open the truck door, you feel a splash of cold water hitting your back. a surprised gasp comes out of your mouth cause it’s seeping through your thin shirt. turning back to Taehyung, he’s a bit drenched too but not as soaked as you.

"i already got your rejection last week, no need to remind me" you deadpan, rolling your eyes but you raise a brow at him when he doesn't answer you.

taehyung didn’t mean to spray it towards your way. it was an accident but he can already see the growing annoyance in your eyes. but behind this, he’s wondering why you’re here when he’s obviously alone. the fundraiser’s long over so was this your plan all along?

he gulps when notices the outline of your breasts, your wet shirt helping in emphasizing your perky nipples. frustration leaves Taehyung as he slips into his own world, not noticing you approaching him.

only then he realized that his unoccupied hand was reaching out to your chest.

he even looks cute zoning out what the fuck. instead of swatting his hand away, you grab it and place it on one of your tits. your infamous smirk returns as you put your hand on top of his before squeezing, the firm touch from his hand making you hiss out loud.

it’s embarrassing how quickly Taehyung can make you release those sounds. you're better than this so you release his hand, about to pull back when he squeezes your breast again; harder this this time, causing you to whimper when he flicks his index finger on your perched nipple.

"i'm sorry.." he whispers absentmindedly, snapping you out of your trance. you focused on his captivated eyes that never shifted from staring at your tits, remembering what he did on your last visit.

you bat Taehyung’s hand away from your chest and step back, earning a whine from him and you scoff.

"for what exactly? you only apologize when you finally get to touch my tits. i know you’ve been eyeing them since we first met" you bark and you see his eyes widen even further as his eyes looked into yours.

“i didn’t mean to reject your car i swear, i can wash it now if you want” he reasons quietly, ignoring your remark about his ogling. you shouldn’t be surprised really when his eyes returned to your tits. with a scoff, you went up closer to him than before. 

“sure, but i was still embarrassed in front of everyone so how are you going to say sorry huh?” you taunt and see the guilt swimming in his eyes.

for a second you feel bad for being too harsh on him. that is until his hand grabs your waist, resulting in you colliding with his toned chest.

you try looking up at his face, finding his eyes on your cleavage already. he’s getting lost in them and you would’ve thought how adorable he is.

but arousal pools in your core when you see his tongue out on his lips again.

"..wanna see" he whines, giving you those puppy eyes that pulled you in before.

who are you to deny him when it’s something you want too?

it seems like this is how Taehyun’s going to apologize so with a flirtatious smile, you pull the hem of your shirt up to finally expose your breasts to him.

his eyes widened at your bold move, not thinking that you’ll actually do it out here in the open. but then again, he’s heard of you around so he knows how freaky you could be. he’s finally get a taste of it today and he’s beyond excited.

he remains where he’s standing, wide eyes looking at you so opt to grab his hand and pull him towards your pickup truck. you grin back at Taehyung as you climb up at the back and follows from behind. you instructed him to sit on the truck bed and he leans back against the sides, anticipating your next move. 

you strip down the rest of your clothing and hang them on the sides, leaving you fully naked under the heat of the sun that makes Taehyung feel like he’s been hypnotized. he only breaks away from his trance when you’re suddenly straddling his lap. you do nothing else but stare at him so he’s quite confused. 

you might be waiting for him to do something so Taehyung he guesses what you want. raising his hands to hold the sides of your breast, he circles his thumbs on your nipples while he observes every expression that you make.

you’re squirming in his lap, the rough texture of his denim shorts against your skin adding to the pleasure. 

god he looks so hot 

a hand of yours from Taehyung’s neck slides up to his fluffy dark hair, moving his bangs away from covering his defined eyebrows that you love. then he surprises you when his head suddenly drops down your chest, feeling his breath against your skin. you would’ve grabbed his hair out of instinct until he suddenly pecks one tit before he biting the nipple.

“so __, i’m a good actor aren’t i?” his deep voice startles you, feeling his lips quirk against the curve of your breast. still stunned, there’s no respond from you so he lifts up his head, tweaking your other nipple, prompting you to reply.

“i-how?”

“you have favourites, gotta make sure i catch your attention too” he winks before hoisting you up. he leaves you after, getting down from the truck. it leaves you curious about what could he be searching for.

what Taehyung said about your “favourites” lingers in your mind. did he especially act like a good boy so you would notice him?

the said boy comes back holding a large bone-shaped sponge that’s clearly used for washing cars.

"tae, what are you doing?" you look at him in confusion and he sees the disgust on your face while eyeing the sponge he’s holding.

“chill, this is a new one. you really think i would use some dirty sponge on these beautiful tits?” 

he points the sponge to your tits and his words made you clench, rubbing your thighs absentmindedly which he noticed, his eyes travelling down to your bare pussy.

“did you just clench? fuck, you’re such a dirty girl” he chuckles and reaches out to slap one of your breasts and you moan.

“Tae please” you whine, biting your lower lip and starting crawling toward him but he stops you.

“Don’t move” he orders and you sit back down above your legs, waiting for him like a good girl.

Taehyung places the bottles that he’s been holding in his other hand on the back seat floor, a bottle of liquid soap and lube.

Your insides thrum in excitement at what he's planning to do. You still can't believe how this boy turned from a good boy to this demon who's smirking at you right now.

"Taehyung" you whimper impatiently and rub both of your arms.

The sun's harsh rays are making your skin itchy with how hot they are plus you're literally fully naked at the back of your pickup truck. You see him taking off his light jacket and you smile genuinely when he places it around you.

"to protect your skin" he replies nonchalantly but you beam regardless since the gesture is sweet.

Taehyung doesn’t bother taking his shirt off because it’s soaked already, he just pulled down his now heavy denim shorts after retrieving a foil packet from his pocket.

Your eyes widen after seeing the size of his dick, it’s very swollen with the tip so swollen when it slaps against his white shirt. He starts stroking it for a bit while looking playfully at you before tearing up the condom packaging.

You immediately rush to him, kneeling in front of his dick as you grab it and start stroking down, surprising Taehyung at your eagerness that he almost drops what he’s holding.

He groans at the sight of you only wearing his jacket while jerking him off. He notices you staring at his hands and he smirks, moving the tips of his fingers to trace your lips before urging your mouth to open so he can shove them inside.

You swallow his fingers like how you would swallow his dick and Taehyung curses when your other hand fastens its pace on stroking him.

"you love my fingers?" he rasps while thrusting his hips into your tight fist.

"mhmm" you moan around his fingers and look up to him, watching him getting lost in his own pleasure.

He’s close.

So you start caressing his wrist, your index finger then tracing the little bone on it while tugging on his thin bracelets.

"fuckfuckfuck, you're a sin, you're a fucking sin" he moans as he fucks your hand relentlessly in sync with your hand. If it isn’t for his occupied hand, he would’ve grabbed your head to suck him off.

You let go of his fingers just in time for his release, leaning your body backwards so the spurts of his cum land directly on your breasts.

“Shit!...damn…” he rasps after looking down at you, seeing you being mesmerized at the sight of him, that your mouth is gaping even when your hand is still milking his dick.

“You cummed a lot Tae” you whisper in wonder and look down at your tits that are coated with his cum.

“Let’s get you clean up” he sighs with content and gets off the truck to pick up the hose from earlier.

Taehyung climbs back up after turning the water on low volume, picking up the liquid soap from the floor mat before motioning you to move back and lean on the back window of your pickup truck.

You look up at him innocently but yelp after he sprays the hose on your tits, sighing at the cold water hitting your scorched skin.

"Thanks" you smile and sit up so you can stand but Taehyung stops you.

"I'm not done with you yet" he states, his voice turns deeper than it already is and you raise your brow at him.

Taehyung doesn't wait for you to reply and opens the soap bottle before pouring it on your chest. You let out a shiver at the cold, sticky feeling but you moan right after when you feel a slightly rough material brushing your nipples.

You open your eyes to see Taehyung focusing on rubbing the liquid soap around your tits, sticking his tongue out in concentration and you’re getting frustrated because you want more.

“Taehyung~” you whimper when he circles the sponge on your stiffened buds, grabbing his wrist to push the sponge more to your tits.

“What? Not enough still?” he chuckles and grabs the hose, spraying the water on your chest to wash off the bubbles surrounding them before throwing away the hose and latching his mouth on one of your tits.

You instantly grab his soft, fluffy brown hair but you realize the flowing water on the truck floor so you pull his hair up and turn your head sideways to let him know.

Taehyung just groans and turns to turn it off, mumbling about the water fee and something about saving water. He looks cute while pouting so you grab his shirt and press your lips on him, you did it out of impulse and you are hesitating now when he freezes on the spot.

You start to move away but Taehyung instantly grabs your neck and opens his mouth to kiss you fully. You close your eyes and let him deepen the kiss when he asks for entrance, pulling him closer to you so that your naked chest collides with his clothed one, making you yelp at the contact.At this, Taehyung descends his kisses to your jaw unto your neck, his other hand that's holding the sponge earlier is now squeezing your other breast. You moan when he tweaks it, pulling his hair harder, earning a groan from him.

"Taehyung...want–" you gasp between heavy breaths when his other hand that was holding your neck is now kneading your other breast.

"hmm? want me to fuck you?" he hums against your wet skin and you nod vigorously, not caring about looking desperate for his cock.

He releases you and stands up to sit back on the other edge of the floor, his back leaning on the tailgate. You watch him pull the foil packaging from earlier out of his breast pocket and tear the edge with his mouth while pumping his very hard dick, finally putting on the condom that you disrupted before.

Taehyung motions you to come to him and he bites his lips when you start crawling to him with those innocent eyes of yours that he knows are fake when he sees the playful smirk on your pretty face.

“Like what you see Taetae?” you muse with that alluring voice of yours, emphasizing your words with extra sways of your hips and you chuckle when you see his eyes follow its directions while biting his lips even more.

You yelp when he suddenly grasps you, his eyes switching from being mesmerized to being predatory.

“Very much, now ride me” he demands voice husky that lulls you in positioning yourself on his lap.

He grabs the other bottle and opens it, pouring a small amount of liquid on his fingers

"it's waterproof and silicone-based" he winks at your perplexed reaction.

"you planned all of this?" you ask with wonder.

"fucking you? of course, been craving this pussy since day one" he smirks at you and moves his lube-covered fingers to your core.

You hiss at the cold contact before moaning instantly when Taehyung starts rubbing your clit before tracing your folds slowly.

"Tae don't tease please" you whine when his fingers don't do further, only rubbing your clit faster and then slowing down when tracing your core.

"But you teased me for so long, you can't even wait?" he tsks and you lower your head in embarrassment.

"this one's different-ohhh" you meekly reply before moaning when he suddenly plunges his long fingers into you.

"hear that? your pussy's fucking wet for me already" he mocks and your cheeks warm at his lewd words and the squelching noises

You whine as you toss your head back and start grinding on his fingers. It's not long when he hits that soft spot inside of you that you can't help but look down into his brown eyes.

Gone is the shy boy you keep teasing and chasing for months. This is someone else, not the Taehyung that you know and honestly this just added to your fascination with the gorgeous frat boy.

Taehyung holds your waist to assist you as you grab his swollen dick towards your soaked pussy. You look down at his sheer size, and though nervous you're still anticipating the stretch.

You grab his shoulders firmly as you slowly slide down on his dick, hissing and whimpering even only with the initial stretch.

"b-big..Tae.." you whimper and close your eyes, you're not even halfway yet and you already feel so full of him.

"yeah? fuck you're so tight–"he groans after, burying his face to your breast while breathing heavily. You're gripping him so tightly he isn't sure if he can move.

"i d-don't think it w-will fit" you cry in frustration while digging your nails on his shoulders, making him hiss at the slight pain through his shirt.

"it will, come on your pretty pussy can take it" he smugly whispers and grips your waist, pulling you even closer to him and making you slide deeper into him.

Taehyung grits his teeth when he bottoms out, your warm walls are turning his thoughts into only focusing on you. You’re taking over his mind and he doesn’t think that he’ll stop anytime soon.

You’re hugging Taehyung now, your hands that were previously on his shoulders move to grasp his neck as you start bouncing slowly on him. He kisses your neck to distract you from the slight discomfort from adjusting to his size. He should’ve used more lube but he got so distracted by your naked body on his lap that all he can think of is fucking you.

It doesn’t hurt thanks to the lube but your pussy’s still not used to his girth. No doubt he’s the biggest you’ve ever had and you grin at the thought that after so many months, you’re finally having this dick that you’ve been craving for.

One of Taehyung’s hands leaves your hips to grab your tits, pinching the curve of your breast to tease you again so you lean back to give him leeway to let him do his favourite thing to do.

Playing with your tits.

His large hands that were squeezing the sponges earlier are now squeezing your tits instead and you smile cheekily at the delicious feeling of his hands, arching your back more to him.

“Pretty..fuck–so pretty” he chants mindlessly and begins fucking up into you, immediately hitting the bundles of nerves inside you, making you scream.

"tight..shit"

"fuck, you look so pretty wearing my jacket while i'm fucking you"

You keep clenching on each of his words, his deep voice groaning beside your ear and it’s pushing you to your release. As if on cue Taehyung grips your hips tightly, pausing your pace and you look at him in disbelief but you only see mischief in his eyes.

Does he want you to beg or is he waiting for something else?

“T-taehyung?..” your shaky plea sounded like a whisper because you’re still dazed from your hindered release.

“Get up, i wanna go deeper” he states hurriedly, standing up at once to get off from the car.

You’re still in confusion but you follow him regardless, not caring how you both could’ve been seen in your public indecency all this time.

Deeper? He’s already reaching you deeply with that angle and then it struck you.

He wants more control.

Taehyung grabs you as soon as your feet to the ground, his tense touches making you realize that he’s also close. You turn your back at him to hold the railing of the tailgate and bend yourself towards him, sticking your ass out as much as possible.

“Hurry-”

You yelp suddenly when you feel his hands land on your left butt cheek, while his other hand is moving the hem of the jacket further up to reveal your full ass on him.

“So impatient..you’re always spoiled hmm? Always getting what she wants..” he mocks you again and you just whimper in return, too frustrated and you may say something that’ll make him punish you after.

He sure can punish you all he wants but you need to cum first.

“Tae…”

He continues to tease, ignoring your whimper and just runs his hands from your ass through your sides.

You would've been touched at his caressing but you're too impatient right now.

"Taehyung—" you whine and smack the edge of the tailgate, a little annoyed at his teasing.

"Hmm?"

He chuckles behind you and lines himself up but before he can, you reach behind to stop him.

"Off, Taehyung" you whisper and a surprised expression etches on Taehyung's face.

"W-what?"

Taehyung thinks he’s hearing things but you tug his forearm again when he doesn’t move.

"fuck me raw"

"Yeah? want my bare cock on this tight pussy?”

"y-yes please, please"

You don't care if he teases you after this, or if he's gonna tell his brothers how you crumble under his hands this fast.

Reputation be damned, you want his dick.

Taehyung removes the condom as you needily requested and lines himself up, slamming his hips into you.

"Shit—it's like you became tighter, fuck"

You actually scream when he enters you which has never happened to any fucks that you had before.

Taehyung doesn't move immediately, he's shuddering a little because of the warm sensation of your bare walls around him. He doesn't think he can fuck any pussy with a condom now if it's this good.

You thought you were going to be used to it but no, the slight discomfort is still there but you're glad that the raw feeling of him takes over, distracting you from it.

He can't wait anymore, and he might cum inside of you if he doesn't start moving so he does.

"Tae—fuck!" you moan loudly when he instantly fastens his pace, his grip on your hips tightening

You hear him curse when you clench around him, you aren't teasing though, you're just so close already like he does.

"Deep..fuck—so good" you ramble and moan his name repeatedly, trying your best to grip the edge of the tailgate since it's slippery with your wet hands.

"I'm so fucking close—shit y/n"

"same, Taetae—ugh"

You drop your head down as you mewl when he starts hitting that spot inside you repeatedly. He really knows what he’s doing. You figure he was just teasing before to prolong this since you're both close already.

Everything is wet and Taehyung's losing his mind. He doesn't even care how the sun's scorching you both, his only focus is on fucking you, finally fucking you.

Your moaning must've been very loud because you hear a whistle above you, making Taehyung pause in his thrusts.

"i'm usually a deep sleeper but damn i wouldn't mind waking up to this"

The melodious voice is familiar to you because he was the one who saved you from Taehyung's rejection last week.

"Fuck off Chim, go back to sleep"

"Nah, i rather watch, this seems more interesting than the dream i just had"

You keep clenching after hearing Jimin saying the word "watch" but he says it in a shaky voice, making you realize it’s just a facade. Poor boy, you have other plans though.

"you like it?" Taehyung whispers and you couldn't almost hear him because of the excitement stirring inside you.

Taehyung clenches his jaw when you only answer by squeezing your pussy more so he slaps your cheeks again, prompting you to answer with a whine.

You turn your head backwards and look up to Jimin who's still frozen from catching you both from the window of his room on the 2nd floor. You grin playfully after and start grinding back to Taehyung's cock, winking at Jimin when you notice him getting flustered, his face reddening and mouth gaping at the sight.

But Taehyung suddenly grips your hips tightly, he must've recovered from the sight of you fucking yourself on his dick. You whine because of it, frustrated that he's pausing your movements when you're so close already but then he snaps his hips way harder than before, making you scream again in pleasure.

"you like him watching me wreck your pussy?"

“y-yes, fuck–”

Taehyung looks back up at Jimin, giving his best friend a finger and the boy finally closes his windows with frantic eyes, probably putting headphones on now to not hear any more noises that will traumatize him more.

You chuckle after hearing the loud sound of the window closing, you didn’t mean to scare Jimin off but those types of boys are your usual favourites well, until now.

Taehyung snaps his hips harder but he notices how you’re struggling on holding on to the tailgate so he stops his hips, earning another whimper from you.

You’re not sure how long you can take Taehyung’s teasing but you sigh in relief when you see him unlocking the tailgate to bring it down, yelping when he lifts your right leg to prop on it and enters you again.

It seems like he reaches you way deeper with the new angle, hitting your spot nonstop and it doesn't take long until you reach your peak with a whiny scream.

Taehyung moans loudly because of your throbbing walls and as much as he wants to come inside you, you're not saying anything so he pulls out and shoots his cum on your ass cheeks instead.

You cry at the empty feeling, shuddering at the warm and sticky liquid against your skin. Just as you're turning your head back to him, you feel the sudden blast of cold water on your ass, glaring back at Taehyung while he's cleaning you up.

“what?” he breathlessly chuckles as he drops the water hose to the ground.

“you didn’t cum inside me” you pout with a whine, facing him with your naked body that’s still under his light jacket and Taehyung’s dick twitches.

"why didn't you say so?" he breathes out, eyes staring at your swollen tits that are currently being squeezed by your arms around your chest.

You don’t answer him because you know he’s teasing you so you turn back to lift back the tailgate back and lock the sides before letting out a surprised yelp after Taehyung cages you

“Tae-”

"i'll fuck your tits later" he rasps behind your ear as he releases your breasts from his hold.

Taehyung's just kidding, he knows you're really just in a daze so he doesn't want to take advantage of that. You both have fucked enough outside that the neighbouring houses know what happened, not that he minds. He’ll fuck you anywhere you want, he's adventurous anyways.

“Here’s your jac-”

“You can dry up inside” he cuts you off with the offer and one of your brows raises.

"Really? Okay.."

No harm in entering their frat house right?

You both enter the house but you suddenly hear the noises of cars and some voices coming nearer after you shut the door. Taehyung figures out that they’re from his frat brothers coming home so he grabs your arm immediately, dragging you towards his room and locks the door just in time for the others to enter the house.

Taehyung gives you a plain shirt and a towel after you take off his light cream jacket, dry your naked body and put on the shirt.

You just stand awkwardly after, eyeing the locked door when you hear their voices pass by. Taehyung is just staring at you fondly, you look cute when you’re like this but he likes your bossy vibe more, it's what made him whip for you but he'll never tell you that for sure.

“i’ll clean up outside and put your clothes in the dryer, ‘mkay?”

Now, this is the Taehyung that you knew, not the one who fucked you ruthlessly earlier. He smiles at you and you did return his smile with a shy one.

“do you wanna nap while waiting?

This isn’t really part of the plan but napping isn't that bad, especially with how he fucked you earlier. You’re honestly exhausted so you nod at him and sit on the bed.

.

The booming bass from downstairs wakes you up from your sleep and you instantly squint your eyes around the dim-lit room you’re in. You feel the arm around your waist move, pulling your body towards the owner’s body.

You turn to look at Taehyung already smiling at you, his bread cheeks lighting up the room making you smile in return. Lifting the blanket you intend to get up but Taehyung’s hold tightens on you.

"stay y/n" he whispers and you refuse to look back at him.

"Tae, you know i never sta-"

"i don't care, stay" he cuts you off sternly, getting up from the bed now and you hate how he doesn’t have his shirt on because it made you turn to face him.

“your frat’s having a party-”

You’re trying to only stare at his face but his fit torso plus the small light illuminating his tanned skin so your eyes naturally scan his body which of course he notices.

Taehyung pulls you into him, causing you to grasp his shoulders and land the side of your arm against his firm pecs. His hand that’s holding your waist lifts the hem of his shirt that you’re wearing while his other hand starts kneading your ass.

"i'll fuck you all night if you stay" he whispers in your ear and you squirm.

A tempting offer but you need more, you heard that a lot already.

"i'll be your good boy, hmmm?" he rasps before biting your earlobe and begins leaving kisses along your neck.

To say you’re surprised at what he said is an understatement, he really is an observant one.

"i'll let you do what you want to me" he blows air on your skin and his left hand slaps your pussy, making you clench reflexively.

"Fuck you Taehyung" you hiss as a final attempt but you know he already won when you feel your wetness gushes out of your core, causing Taehyung to smile against your skin as he starts rubbing your folds.

"you will be fucked a lot, i’m not letting you go anytime soon"

I’LL EDIT THIS SOON ISTG 😭