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Completeness ft. Yeseo, Mashiro

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genres ✧ gf!Mashiro, virgin!Yeseo

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There is exactly one axiom that matters. Mashiro is your loving girlfriend. All other truths are auxiliary. Yet, postulates exist that can carry weight to them and affect the system upon which this first and only truth is built. An example: Yeseo, Shiro's best friend, is something of a little sister to you both, and thus you make love to your girlfriend, and care for your girlfriend's friend as much as any guy should. For some reason, this unbreakable and absolute edict has been revised, softened, changed, and now truth itself is something that the two of them are… considering.

"Hey, what do you think of Yeseo?"

It's a Thursday night, and Mashiro's on top of you, her hand stroking your cock as she asks. It's not the kind of distraction you want while you're about to get off, but here you are.

"She's cute. Um, can be a bit of a handful sometimes."

"That's it?" Mashiro gives you a wry smile.

"What's with you? Why are you asking about her now of all times?"

Mashiro shrugs, but you don't believe it. She tugs down the neckline of her cropped top, showing off more of her breasts as they threaten to spill out of her bra. Between the sheen of sweat on her cleavage and the toned shape of her abs, that's a lot of skin and sexiness to swallow. Her fingers don't have to work long before you're fully erect.

"I mean, I'm just saying, she's gotten pretty hot lately."

You raise an eyebrow at her. "Hot? Since when?"

"Well, obviously now that she's an adult. And what, you think she's not hot, babe?"

You look away and groan. "I dunno, it's a bit weird." You're not even being political about your answer. That's just the truth.

Mashiro peels your eyes back to her when she takes your hand and brings it under her shirt. She's smiling like she's got a joke only she's privy to, even when you start pinching her nipples. At this point, she would usually start melting, and all clothes would be forgotten for at least another half-hour.

She doesn't.

Not that this is anywhere near Shiro's first time taking control of a situation, but the motive was always self-fulfillment, fucking out your orgasms to chase her own. Therefore, when Mashiro slaps your cock against her abs, you tense up in surprise and anticipation. She leans over to capture your shaft between her tits, inside the tight confines of her top. You thought that she thought that this shirt was too cute to ruin with stains of cum, but it seems like she's willing to sacrifice some clothes for whatever greater good. Her breasts are just big enough to make this possible, and while her skin is plenty soft and warm, she adds spit to the mix to make the passage nice and slippery.

"Ah, Shiro," you say.

Each time your tip pokes out of her shirt, Mashiro gives it extra attention—kissing, licking, suckling. The only reason you're not thrusting into her mouth is because she has your hips pinned to the bed.

"So," she says, "Yeseo. Imagine her here."

"Wha..." You're dumbfounded, and it's not just by how Mashiro's mouth wraps around the head of your cock. That's nice though, and you could probably cum on her lips like this—you've done it before—but you're apparently in the middle of a conversation and it's very hard to reply when she's working you like this.

"Mm, tell me what you think of her. Be honest this time." Sure, Mashiro talks about her best friend a lot, but you never imagined that she'd be so cavalier about bringing any other person up while in bed. At the very least, you'd think she would broach this topic with a bit more tact, and a bit less tit-fucking.

Where to start is a dilemma, what with your brain functioning at half speed. "Uhhh. Purple hair." Gotta start somewhere. "She's… smart?" You're pretty sure that's it, right? That's everything there is to know about Yeseo. "She's like a sister."

Mashiro pulls back, relaxing the pressure on your dick, and you're both disappointed and relieved. "What if she were a little less like a sister?"

"Shiro, what do you want me to say?" You don't get to see her smile, since she's back to sucking on your tip, but you feel it.

"That you would dick down my bestie if that's what she needed?"

You open your mouth to deny it. "Well, I—" The next word should be a word, not a squeak. But that's what happens when she sucks on your dick while its length is stuffed into her tits. Her lips fit around your girth tight and they leave you with a parting lick. Makes your breath catch. You think about what she said. The fact that you're still hard says it all.

"It's okay, you can admit it. Yeseo's got such a pretty ass now, doesn't she?"

Your first thought is comparison: you want to believe that your girlfriend beats Yeseo in every department, and that's certainly true with the heft of her breasts as Yeseo's petite frame has a way to go before being able to swathe your member how Shiro currently is. Yet, you think about yesterday, how your eyes kept traveling to Yeseo's ass in her leggings and how that butt could be softer to the touch than your girlfriend's. Could be. Could be fluffier like a cloud, fuller like ripe fruit, rounder than a bubble ready to pop, and you don't want to admit you would pop it. Not really, so you're silent and tense, so what could be, isn't.

Mashiro notices, and pulls away from your cock. "Hah, thought so."

Shaking your head, clenching your jaw, you ask, "Why does it matter? Are you gonna be jealous?"

"Jealous? Of what, you ogling Yeseo? God no," Mashiro says, laughing, "she's so cute and tiny, I wouldn't blame you." She pauses, giving your length a few languid strokes up and down her tits. "If anything, I'm the opposite of jealous. Curious."

"Is that what opposite—"

She squeezes her tits together with an arm around her chest, your shaft in the most loving stranglehold. "I'm being serious. Just think about it. Okay?"

You sigh. "Fine, fine."

The conversation dies and gives way to the sound of wet slurps, soft moans, and the squelches of Mashiro's spit lubricating her titjob. Your toes curl as the pressure builds, and it's not long before you're close. And since her understanding of what close means to you is atomic-clock precise, she unsheathes your dick in the annoying nick of time. You can only laugh after all that—for all the times she's edged you, at least they were premeditated, or for a cause like a sudden visit from her parents.

"Fuck, babe, really?" You've had an infinite amount of patience for your lovely girl, so you're surprised at your own exasperation. You sit up, but then she pushes you back down to the bed with a hand to the chest. You take a deep breath, now grasping that this is all part of her plan, and that you should know better than to mistrust Mashiro for a second.

Mashiro leans over, your cock in her grip, the other hand slipping aside the wet white panties under her skirt. She doesn't bother getting them off properly, adjusting them to the side to reveal her trimmed mound and the swollen button peeking between pink lips. She lets your shaft rest against her pussy, then strokes the two together. Each pass of your cock along the underside of her clit has Mashiro breathing heavier, until she's panting like she's just finished a good work out. The wetness of her juices spreads on your shaft and her chest heaves in her cropped top while you need prison-grade handcuffs to keep from thrusting into her.

When the pressure's built enough, when your cock's about to burst, you're forced to watch your girlfriend rub herself to completion, your cock still in her grip. She cums before you, like an angel crying out for salvation, her blonde bangs sticking to the sweat of her forehead, though none of that stops Mashiro from jerking you off through your own orgasm. You moan her name as your hips buck and her thighs clench and her hand works in a blur.

The moments like this are where you realize your notions of Mashiro have been challenged, over and over. Loving is not so singular in meaning as you had thought, because when you first started having sex with your girlfriend, maybe a month after the first date, you honestly were making love. When you'd cum inside the condom while hugging her tight, that's when you two were done for the night.

But now loving means that you paint her abs in milky white, cum pooling into her belly button, spurts dribbling over her fingers, and then coat her pussy with the thick river flowing down her stomach. Plus, since you're still hard, might as well use that as lube for the ride of her life. You're not sure how you manage to keep up with Mashiro. Obviously, how she eats your cum from her fingers like it's candy, how her tits bounce now freed from her shirt and bra, and how her cum-creamed labia grips around your cock are all great incentive to push through your exhaustion. But in the recesses of your mind, the one part of your brain that isn't fixated on her, there is a small question.

Small indeed. The same brand of small as your girlfriend. Five years younger.

Mashiro has gone and done it now. You're seeing the other girl in her face, the supposition, the thesis, your eyes blurring as Mashiro fucks down on you harder. Oh, damn, Yeseo really knows how to ride you well—wait, no. Your girlfriend's riding you well, her pussy milking your cock just right. Fuck. What the hell is wrong with you?

You groan, and you're not sure whether it's a cry of frustration or pleasure. Mashiro's face, Mashiro's tits, Mashiro's hips, Mashiro's tightening pussy, all of them are so nice and so warm and so tight and so wet and so every good that good can be. As if in that cute package of her body, your girlfriend has molded herself to be everything you need in a lover. She repeats the words for good measure: "I love you, I love you, oh, fuck, I love you!"

The same way loving used to mean something classic and rigid, taking her out to dinner or watching movies, loving now means that rigid takes on a different, more literal definition. That's Mashiro, growing as you grow, and in that way, you shouldn't be surprised that the topic of Yeseo—sweet, innocent Yeseo—isn't the end of it. Not even close.

Speaking of growing, the tension in your loins. Lewd, sloppy sounds intermix with a mess of Mashiro's cries while your hands squeeze too tightly the flesh of her breasts.

You gasp and mindlessly call out "Shiro, Shiro, Yeseo, wait, I—" but you're cut off by Mashiro's tongue wrestling yours. Unbridled want, unmitigated desperation, she kisses you like a girl possessed, and there's no room to protest and figure out what the hell's happening.

With no condom—it's been a long while since that—your load spills into Mashiro like she's an unwitting, impure bride, and by god, there's such a hellfire in your ears from her scream when the sin soaks through to her sinner womb. The pleasure blurs your minds, or more, her cunt does, and with the cum your dick oozes, the most you can offer when Shiro topples over you and collapses is a "Ah, mmh."

As your breathing calms, she lifts up her skirt and spreads her pussy, letting you see your second load ooze from her insides.

"God, I needed that so bad," she says. Her voice is breathy, but there's a smile in it, and she crawls over to you and kisses you on the lips. Between the two of your bodies is a whole lot of sticky. You groan into her mouth, and then when she breaks off, she starts to pepper your lips and jaw with more kisses. "You wanted that too, huh?"

You wipe away a bead of sweat on her forehead. "Yeah. Of course. You're so fucking perfect, Mashiro." You run a hand through your hair. "Oh, fuck. Right, I'm... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said..."

"Shh. I think I've made it pretty clear that I don't mind, right? I love you, it's okay."

You nod, laughing to yourself in disbelief is not some fancy dream. "I love you too. I just wish I, I dunno, didn't call her name right then, you know?"

She grins as you begin your cuddle. "No, no. That was fucking hot, actually."

"It was?"

"Yes!"

"No, really that wasn't right, I'm..."

Mashiro insists. You deny. It's a circuitous route that continues onward from outside of this bedroom—at dinner, walking down the street, at a sweet little shopping date where you and Mashiro were buying decorations for the home and she just had to get this puppy plushie for her best friend—really any time that Yeseo is mentioned, this conversation bubbles up from the depths.

It's one of those oddities, those quirks, the little humps in a relationship that eventually dies off and...

No, whiplash fucking snaps your neck in half.

So now you're here, in a room with your girlfriend and your truth-breaker. Mashiro sits on your lap, her breath so close to yours that you can smell the strawberry lip balm. Pliant, warm, she straddles your thigh while her hand travels down your chest, to your crotch. You groan into her mouth when she squeezes your hardening member through the fabric of your slacks. All the while, Yeseo watches, hands also down her pants. Too embarrassed despite the unspoken permission—goading, really—Yeseo keeps her fingers pressed against her clit, not quite daring to move.

It was supposed to be a normal day. Yeseo wasn't even supposed to be here. But Mashiro invited her, and she didn't kick Yeseo out, (which you would've done yourself, but it's hard doing anything when Mashiro has her nails on your skin like claws), and Yeseo didn't leave, and now you're stuck here, having your girlfriend dry-hump you and make out with you while another girl's watching.

It's like this for a while, a holding pattern, a cold war. Days. The first shot across the bow is when Yeseo leaves, flushed, and you rail your pretty girlfriend into the sheets so that the girl can't escape the sounds outside the room. If later, you somehow find out she was slouched against your bedroom, fingering herself to completion, then you wouldn't be surprised. Here comes the next battle in the next day, where Yeseo steels herself to watch Mashiro ride you, your back to the headboard. Then she sends the follow-up, bombarding you with her every fantasy while you know that acting upon it is this landmine, or now it's a minefield, or now the trenches are dug and all that's left is to wait.

Mashiro shoots the farmer's pig when she speaks up over dinner.

"It's just a handjob."

You choke on your half-swallowed piece of meat and end up coughing.

Yeseo looks up from her phone, then freezes. "W-what."

Mashiro gives Yeseo a wry smile as she gets up, massaging her shoulder. "You want to, right? So you should. It's okay, Yeseo." Mashiro's voice is gentle, and Yeseo nods slowly. Mashiro presses a kiss to Yeseo's cheek before walking over to you. She doesn't have to ask if this is what you want.

This is what you want.

Mashiro takes Yeseo to the bedroom, and you finish dinner before tidying up. You wash the dishes, wipe the table. Put away the leftovers. Count down from twenty until you tell yourself there are no logical reasons to delay the inevitable further, not with the way your pulse is racing, not with the way you've tasted anticipation in the air.

Once you open your door, you find your girlfriend holding the shirt collar of a willing Yeseo who has already crawled into your bed. The two are kissing—this isn't the first time you've seen, though it's the first time you've seen them hold it longer than a cute peck. First time you've seen tongue. First time you've seen hands under clothes and on bare skin. Never seen Mashiro grabby with her spit-covered lips.

You are quiet on your feet. Any sound you make, the creaking of the door, or the harshness of your breath, it drowns in Mashiro and Yeseo's obscene make-out. Delicious wet sounds burrow into your ears, the two girls slicking over and around and with each other, Mashiro in an exploratory mood while Yeseo lets herself get familiar. She looks flushed, content. Happy.

Mashiro acknowledges you by the doorway with a coo. "Just giving a little lesson." She pats the space on the bed next to her, where she strips off your shorts, your semi-erection right there for Yeseo to behold.

Yeseo wipes her lips with her shirt. You see her white bra. You think you can feel heat coming off the bridge of her nose. She stares like your dick's looking back, like this is the first time she's seen a penis that wasn't in a textbook diagram. Mashiro pulls Yeseo closer, bringing her between your legs; the furtive girl reaches for your member, then stops before touching, eyes back-and-forth between your dick and her arm. Even half-hard, you're about as thick as Yeseo's slender wrist, nearly the length of her forearm. She mouths "how" as her fingers hover a centimeter, this warmth a ghost over your cock.

"Here," Mashiro says, kneeling beside Yeseo. Holding her hand over Yeseo's, she guides the girl to wrap those fingers around your shaft and stroke it up and down. In your life, you've had lots of handjobs—mainly either self-administered or Mashiro-administered—but nothing quite matches Mashiro having her fingers tangled with Yeseo's, the touch soft with a little squeeze from one of them, not quite meeting any spots that'll make you squirm. You think Mashiro wants it this way, wants Yeseo to get a feel for it, find out the heft and warmth of a man's cock. It is, however, enough to get you stiff and plumb and twitch-happy, which is where Mashiro lets go.

When Mashiro gives Yeseo a quick kiss, you swear Yeseo tries to chase her when Mashiro pulls away. Then, you receive Shiro's next kiss. "I wanna see my boyfriend and best friend enjoy themselves," she whispers, before sitting aside.

You look back down at Yeseo, and you've never had such a carte-blanche view of the girl's face. Her eyes are big, round, chocolate-brown, the same as your girlfriend, but in them, Yeseo has this super-cute, really obvious, nervous lust that keeps sending a twitch in your hips. Her cheeks are soft and flushed red as you stroke them, squeeze them, press your fingertips in just to see how fluffy she is. She has a bunny's teeth when she gasps and her thin lips part.

"Hi. Hi… hi, hi." She's caught in the headlights.

You say "Stroke," and her pupils shift down to your crotch, the word a command that's clearly Yeseo's first. This exhalation out of her mouth would be fog in the winter. "Like this," you tell her, gentler, as you start to stroke yourself with one hand. Yeseo bites her lip and reaches toward you again. Your precum oiling the way, Yeseo's digits meet yours. At first, you only hold hands and smile at each other and feel out the moment before starting tender, guiding strokes. You have a way of measuring one's nervousness by cupping her hand in yours and feeling how she touches back: the sweat of your palms, her pulse through yours, this heat that seeps through the cracks in her fingers as she trembles.

When she becomes less tense, you let Yeseo try on her own. She looks down, head full of those breaths and some little noises she doesn't know she's making. Yeseo wraps her tiny hand around the base of your cock. She stares at it, at her fingers that don't cover your girth, and you wonder how long it will take for her to get used to it. When you think about Mashiro, you realize the awe never quite goes away.

With one hand in a jerking motion, the other palm wrapping around your base to act as an extension of the first, you like what she's trying—go wild, cute thing. A low growl in your throat lets her know that you find some enjoyment in the attempt. You lean back, spreading your legs apart to give her more room, and you close your eyes to savor the moment. With your eyes closed, you're certain you could tell the two girls apart, your girlfriend naturally more experienced, less afraid of your cock.

"Am I doing good? Yeseo mutters.

You nod, eyes still tight.

"You're so big, Oppa," she says, voice filled with wonder. "It's so warm. And the veins, and the way it pulses… is this really happening?"

"Yeah, it's real." Your breath catches when Yeseo runs a finger along the underside of your cockhead.

Her breath warms your cock, and you can't help but open your eyes. Yeseo is concentrating on your dick like the test's answers are on it, and the only way to get them is to wring them out. Sure, you've given yourself much better handjobs too, but there's something about her furrowed brows, her lip giving way to her teeth, that makes it all worth it.

"Yeseo-yah, try using your other hand to twist around the tip," Mashiro says, and you hear a slick noise coming from outside your vision.

There's an eep as Yeseo uses a second tiny fist around your tip to do just that.

You moan softly, weighing into the mattress; it's a good thing you're already lying down, because the newfound intensity makes your toes curl, and you find yourself thrusting up into her hips.

"Wow, it's so big," Yeseo says. "How do you fit it in Shiro-unnie?"

You draw in a hiss. "Hah, takes some work."

Yeseo giggles. "I can imagine."

You groan as Yeseo strokes and jerks and twists faster. Pressure builds up in your balls, and when you turn your head to the sight of your girlfriend dipping fingers between her thighs, you're certain you'll cum in time to Mashiro. Diligent, your girlfriend sidles on closer, adding some spit to Yeseo's hands, to which Yeseo responds by stroking you even faster. Mashiro pours more and more saliva onto your member, insistent on looking you in the eyes, while Yeseo's strokes get wetter, slipperier. Your grunts and the wet sounds of impromptu lubricant mix with and Yeseo's quickened breaths and Mashiro's self induced moans, a filthy choir of angels. Your balls tighten; the edge tempting to knock you off-balance.

But before you can finish, Yeseo abruptly stops. You clench and whip your head toward her, and you realize instantly by the look on her face that she does not know how to handle this climax part. Thankfully, just in time, your girlfriend has her mouth ready, lips around the head of your cock, and the vibrations of her moans tips forth the chain reaction of bliss. In awe, Yeseo stares as you and Mashiro unravel, your balls pumping semen into your girlfriend's mouth, your hips bucking upward as her pussy pulsates, a thin river of lust pouring out of her.

Even with every line in the sand kicked away, you haven't put much of an effort into convincing yourself of the reality of the situation. You've known Yeseo too long, too well to conceive of anything further happening. This was an aberration, puppy's love, a one-time folly, or you might excuse it as such if there weren't more mistakes—well, calling them mistakes implies a lack of agency.

"Just a handjob," you murmur to yourself, and if they're mere mistakes, then there would no point in time in which you could stop Yeseo from jumping on you and making out with you; and you're helpless when Mashiro brings your face between the young woman's ample thighs; and Yeseo kneels over you like a dutiful maid, mouth ready, hands working, and this is the result of a long-standing debt that your family's been paying—nothing, nothing to do with you being unable to say no anymore.

Looking up from the wet, messy patchwork of muted purple and blonde hair, of thighs squishing together as they kneel and lick in tandem underneath you, you realize that Yeseo has mastered her oral techniques in addition to the manual under Mashiro's tutelage, which has shattered your final understanding of Yeseo. This picture of innocence is much like the other picture of innocence in your life, and thus you should've expected as much. When you and Mashiro first started having sex, it truly was love-making, slow, sweet, vanilla, candle-lit, adoration-for-adoration's sake sex, something you started out of gratitude for each other, and continued because every time was an affirmation of the beautiful relationship you cultivated. Over time, you learned two key things: all her dirty secrets, and the fact that she only took your cock that slow because it was too big for her to be able to do otherwise.

("No, babe, I swear, I meant the love stuff too," she said.

You replied, "Okay, fine.")

The difference here is the speed with which Mashiro—and you, admit it; you are no fucking saint—have corrupted Yeseo. You estimate it'll be a matter of weeks before Yeseo's ready to match your girlfriend's skills.

Yeseo is trying to prove as much. While Mashiro licks your shaft, she leaves Yeseo your balls; while Mashiro is busy letting your dick knock against the back of her throat, Yeseo makes sure your sack receives enough tender sucking. When they swap places, you feel a pulse through your cock, Yeseo's mouth being impressively warm and wet. The only place this tongue of Yeseo's has been wetter than the inside of her mouth must have been the insides of Mashiro's pussy—and you've watched the damnable act, how your girlfriend arches back, eyes shut in pleasure, as the eager teen tongues her dripping slit.

That's the same tongue Yeseo uses now to stroke alongside the bottom of your shaft, your cock in her mouth, nose inches from your pubis. Yeseo isn't quite as capable of taking to the root as her unnie is, but you have no complaints about watching her struggle to swallow you, and you figure she'll catch up soon enough. She hums on your cock, swirling around the tip before bobbing back down again, happy to gag and make a mess.

And the slope is slippery down from her throat to her tongue, making saliva strands from the corner of her lip down the veins of your shaft, onto the floor where your filthy fucking girlfriend—lord, when did she get this nasty, this depraved—licks it up clean for Yeseo. You watch, mind blank, as Mashiro's tongue goes from the floor up to Yeseo's hard nipples. Then she continues along her breasts, till it's Mashiro's lips meeting Yeseo's again, and your shaft is jammed between their mouths for good measure. When Yeseo takes surprising control of your dick, your eyes focus on the sweet face that's learned to hollow her cheeks and flicker her tongue over the soft ridge beneath your shaft head, one hand working on the inch she can't reach. The only thing stopping Yeseo from gulping down your seed is the very girl who's kissing your shaft where it's free, taking your cock when Yeseo leaves for a quick breath. With the competitive swallow-duel going back and forth, it's inevitable that your girlfriend wins.

"Ah, thanks for the lunch," Mashiro says.

"One day I'll win." Yeseo huffs, but you can tell she is not mad. For as much as she pretends, her thighs are wiggling in Mashiro's face moments later, and she can't hide her smile so wide whenever your girlfriend's nose brushes against her swollen clit. She smiles even wider when you invite her onto your thigh, pressing that needy pussy down and leaving a trail for Mashiro to lick up.

But for all you've done in the past few weeks, one topic has never been brought up: Yeseo's virginity. Well, never explicitly—Mashiro has asked teasingly about it before, and all Yeseo says is "a guy in school" while her body language reveals that's the lie that it sounded like. Plus, whenever she watches the two of you bang, it's as though she's putting a puzzle together—how excited she gets during afterglows or those pillow talk sessions when you explain something or other.

As you gain a better understanding of Yeseo's every mechanism, you realize it's the framing of the situation. Act in the frivolities for the appetizers all you want, but don't underestimate what makes sex a nutritious meal.

"Seriously," Mashiro says, "if you've had sex before, you wouldn't be this much of a blushing mess. What are you getting embarrassed about?"

How cruel of your girlfriend to tease. Because as Yeseo says "sorry," Mashiro pushes her finger all the way into Yeseo's core, causing her to cry out. "Ahh! It, it's just that, I've had the plug, inside, since yesterday night! God, it's b-been, too, too much… mmnh."

"You're so cute," you say, spanking the girl on all fours. The plug is simple, black, silicone, and a hell of a lot bigger than her dainty fingers that you've seen toy with her anal ring before. You had taken care to see to it that Yeseo was neither in pain nor undue stress when it came to accommodating it, with plenty of lubricant, though you warned her that she couldn't remove the anal plug until Mashiro or you came to retrieve it.

Now that you've come to collect, you bend to kiss the cheeks of the girl's small, round butt, which jiggles as it twitches. Your tongue reaches, swirls around the ring of the plug, while your hand traces between her thighs to bring forth her slick. All this while, Mashiro's finger buries between Yeseo's folds, her cunt squeezes greedily against it, and her body pushes down on the object buried in her ass.

"D-don't stare. It's, um, dirty."

"Oh? Is it?" you ask while your thumb strokes Yeseo's anal ring around the plug. You pull on it, a hair's length, playing with her, and the wetter she gets, the more Yeseo trembles—the more she tries to hide her face and her screams into a pillow—the more she inadvertently thrusts her ass back into you. Inching further until the plug is out, you lean forward and bring your tongue closer to her tightest hole. "Then why does it look so tasty?"

"I dunno! God, this is so, so embarra—"

Yeseo collects the air in front of her in a single harsh breath, your lips sealing against her back passage, which tightens considerably from your tongue's foray. Then, when Mashiro supplies the same treatment to her friend's pink folds, you feel your tongue may be trapped in her hole. Fine by you. Your hands cover Yeseo's asscheeks as you slobber with licks and kisses, tasting her asshole like it's a last request, until her whines devolve into long, indecisive moans of wanting more and asking to slow down. Yet, her hips move as if to beg for more themselves, how greedy the woman. You laugh before you let up, squeezing cool lube onto the black buttplug.

"Ahh, ahh, ahh," Yeseo pants, "I need, I need more."

You are happy to provide. In another hand, you hold a small buzzing device. You trace it along Yeseo's pussy lips, weakening her elbows and knees—jolting when the vibe makes contact with her firm nub—damn near collapsing her as Mashiro seals her lips to the toy, ensuring none of its strength escapes. You know, from experience, a combination like that is bound to make a girl pass out, so once her hips slow down their staccato jerking, you steal your girlfriend's lips for a kiss.

Though every man who's made it this far in life knows well that every hole is good to eat, every hole's different flavors are treasures and miracles unto themselves. The flavor on your girlfriend's tongue is Yeseo at her very core, salty, musky, addicting to you; when you sample Yeseo's ass once again, popping the plug back out, you get a metallic tang mixed with the sweetness of the lube; lower you return, and Yeseo's cunt is spongey and soaked and hot, slick and oozing and a veritable delight to munch on, as the taste from the source is second to none.

It's an all-out sensory assault as you pull the plug some, enough so that its widest girth is right at the clinging ring, only for you to push back inside with a pop and a delightful mewl. Fingers and toys and tongues and lips alike massage Yeseo everywhere and overwhelm all her senses, her nerves tensing into spams and jerks of utter ecstasy. She doesn't even get the courtesy of oneness in her condition: each time you work her up to the peak, Mashiro is hungry for the next, pulling out all the stops to keep Yeseo climbing higher. Mashiro and you kiss, lick, push, pinch, fondle, stimulate, and the best Yeseo can do is squirm pathetically around the devices in her holes, her mind fucked straight out of her body.

Yeseo slumps down, shaking as if her bones were wrung out. After four or five or however many consecutive orgasms, and each attempt to catch her breath ending in her wailing, her crotch is so wet that you and Mashiro might as well be making out with a pond.

"Plth, pleath, please, mnh. Th-that was, was a little, little much."

Mashiro pulls her sticky face back to pepper Yeseo's lower half with little kisses, while you lick the remainder of Yeseo's juice from your lips. Cleanup takes a while, especially as Yeseo is too much a drooling, weak mess to help out—you don't mind, knowing this is all for her. Mashiro grabs a spare towel and wipes Yeseo down; once she's stable enough, you give her a gallon jug of water from the bedside stand and instruct her to drink up.

In the throes of this arousal, still breathing like air has never quite reached her lungs properly, Yeseo lays back and fights against the delirium. You and Mashiro cuddle her sides, squishing her between, and plant kisses all over her face and neck. Yeseo embarks on the road back to normalcy, thanks to the warmth of the two bodies, the careful embrace of loving hands, and your soothing words. When she's returned in totality, Yeseo locks eyes with you, her gaze serious like you've never seen on such a delicate, pretty face.

"So," Yeseo whispers, tensing up. "I know you've been waiting. You know. For me to bring it up."

"Hmm?" You grin. "What's that?"

Mashiro grumbles and reaches over to tap your shoulder. "Hey, this isn't the time to play coy."

"Alright." You face Yeseo. "Hey. It's okay." Sincerity in your voice, you bring yourself so close that Yeseo can't possibly miss your eyes and the warmth in them, you hope. "Whatever you're comfortable with, Yeseo. I mean it."

"Yeseo-yah," Mashiro says, her arms wrapping tighter. "You don't have to rush into anything. Whatever feels right to you, okay?" She glides forward until their kindred faces are so close they might as well be kissing.

A giggle permeates through the cracks in the wall of tension she's built. "I had no idea you two were such softies. Is this what happens when you date for so long?"

"Us? Softies?" You chuckle and cup her cheek, making the skin soft and pink. You brush her hair behind her ear. "Did cumming make you forget the past hour or—"

Mashiro throws a pillow at you. "Don't talk like that to our baby!"

That only makes you laugh even more, and as Yeseo joins in the laughter, so too does Mashiro. It's a while before Yeseo sits up, takes a deep breath, slaps her thighs. "I'm fine. Seriously, I'm ready now." She looks at you, dead in the eyes. "Oppa. I… I have wanted to fuck you ever since… since…" Her voice gets lower. "A couple months ago."

You try not to choke on your own spit. "Yeseo, you just turned eighteen then."

"So?"

"Yeseo." Your voice is calm yet stern.

"Besides, lots of other girls in school already lost their virginity!"

"And so you haven't, I knew it!" Mashiro laughs from the sideline.

Yeseo sticks out her tongue, and then her face turns serious again. She holds her hands on top of yours, as though drawing the answers from her fingertips as she thumbs them. After a slight pause, you give her an encouraging rub on her shoulder. "I just don't, didn't want to disappoint you guys. And I know we've done so much together, but sex… it's different. Means more. Like, look at you two. You're such a sweet couple, and I feel like I'm just budging between—"

"Absolutely not!" Mashiro exclaims as she joins in massaging the flesh of Yeseo's shoulders.

"I swear to god," you say, "you're all that matters in the world to us, right, Shiro?"

She nods forcefully.

"If we didn't care about you, we would have never taken you here, would have never let you in on our lives and intimacy. You could never budge between me and Shiro. In fact, I think you've made us better as a couple in ways you couldn't imagine, like how much happier Shiro and I are now."

Mashiro turns to kiss your cheek before addressing Yeseo herself. "We love you so much. And the most important thing to us, the thing that makes me the happiest, is when you feel good. So please, whatever you're worried about, we can work it out, baby."

It's all the truth, new axioms being built from a foundation of old, with your affection for the other girl unquestionable—enough for a lifetime, you think, that every day the three of you spend time cuddling or watching a movie is a day in paradise. Yet when you ask about the color of your world with this new addition, it becomes obvious how incomplete that thought is, to what degree you were underestimating the effect of the past few weeks. Here was this naive girl, this sweet doll, to whom the world was a painting of only shades of soft vanilla white. Now, it is pink, candy sweet. Now, it is red, a fiery thing. Now it is the burning color of sunrise, on her cheeks, from her ears, in between her thighs, and shall the colors subside, you gladly will rise up tomorrow to bring more.

Here comes the clouds, their tears on Yeseo's face, but they're joy-filled, like rain while the sun shines hot on a summer day. As Yeseo rests on her knees, back against your chest, Mashiro draws upon Yeseo's face with a kiss.

"How about this," Mashiro says. She steals the girl from your lap, pulling her into her own lap and embracing her from behind. "You should go on a date with him. Remember where we went the first time?"

With Shiro gazing expectantly at you, you reply, "Yeah, the aquarium? I even got you a stuffed shark there, right? Then we ate crab and—"

"Yeah! Take Yeseo there, go on a cute date and make her melt. You two can make it official. And while you're out, I can work myself into a mess and we can have the best possible first time. How does that sound, Yeseo?"

The toothy smile says it all.

The night falls, then another, as time slows. Gravity has changed. The anticipation for that Friday drags on, and the days are slow, sweet, long, tortuous. The three of you aren't even fooling around anymore; hell, you and Mashiro haven't... well, you still fucked three times last week, and nothing rough, but that's easily half of the usual, if not less.

But this new dynamic is not unwelcome. It's reminiscent of when you first started dating, before things became intense and adventurous. You cuddle in your bed under blankets and the moonlight and start to touch, caress, and feel each other's warmth. Mashiro whispers sweet things to you like "I love you, you're the best boyfriend in the world, you're so good to me." You run your fingers through her hair and over her neck.

Naked bodies pressed together, skin-to-skin, you can feel the warmth emanating from each other. She grinds against your leg, her wetness leaving a slick trail on your skin, and you grip her ass as she thrusts against you. Your shaft is hard and heavy on her stomach as you roll over her, Mashiro on her back and you on top of her. With the blanket covering you two, it's like the space is a tent and you're intrepid explorers discovering new continents, remapping unknown boddies. Your gazes become those of lovers finding hidden moons and suns in each other's eyes.

Mashiro grabs your face and kisses you, hard, and you return the gesture with passion. She lets out a small squeak, and it's a tiny noise in the still room under the cramped covers. You suck her bottom lip, nipping on it, before your tongues intertwine, causing her to moan softly into your mouth.

You break the kiss, and Mashiro whimpers, "Don't stop, don't stop kissing me."

You lean back and say, "Shh, baby, I got you." Your finger goes to her mouth and you pull on her bottom lip, drawing it down. Then you take that finger and run it down her body, from her mouth to her neck, then down to her breasts. Mashiro has a beautiful set of tits, and you love to see them bounce, jiggle, and move, and you circle her breasts with your finger, drawing lazy circles around them, but the way you love and touch her now is more than arousing; it's intimate as you treat her body like an adoration to praise, worship, and cherish her.

She deserves you telling her as much, in as many words: "You are the most perfect, beautiful girl in the world. Your body, your love, you, your everything."

Mashiro blushes at your words and closes her eyes, arching into you as your lips trail down to her chest. Soft, wet kisses leave trails along her skin, causing her to whimper and writhe beneath your touch. As your lips continue their journey downward, so too does your hand. Her legs spread willingly for you as your fingers hover over her folds, teasing and tracing circles around her dripping pink pussy. Your thumb rubs against the thin skin of her inner thigh before playfully dipping towards her entrance.

She's soaking already, the sweet smell of her arousal filling your senses, and your pecks if like a map of the world plot a course down her body, her ribs and her hip bones like signposts. When your girlfriend squeals and tries to push your face away as you lower your head to its final destination, you grin—it's like old times when she used to get shy and flustered in your presence. Using one hand to keep her pink labia spread and the other to hold her thighs in place, you finally lower your head to its final destination. Your tongue darts in her, kissing, lapping, probing, and, most of all, worshipping the insides of the cunt.

And the noises she makes are the sweetest little things in the world, little breaths and hums and keens and croaks that are only audible under the soft cocoon of blankets surrounding the two of you. Even though you're alone in the room, she's hesitant to be too loud; it doesn't stop her from expressing her satisfaction. With one hand on her clit and the other gently caressing her backside, you delve deeper between her folds with your tongue, eliciting coos and sighs from Mashiro. You want every moment to be this moment—your woman lost in the isolated woods of her pleasure, no one else to hear the tree fall but you.

You yearn to look up at your lovely Shiro, to watch her unravel in bliss, but the blanket obstructs your view. Thankfully, she notices and removes it herself, possibly feeling overheated from being enclosed in such a small space. You're grateful, because now the view of your beloved girlfriend is even better: her hair tousled from squirming around in bed and covering herself with the blanket, her face flushed, mouth open in a small "o." Her hands roam over her breasts, alternating between gentle cupping them and rough pinching of her nipples. Your gaze settles on the aspect of the scene you most enjoy: the small bead of saliva escaping from the corner of her mouth, the shimmering trail it leaves as it rolls down her cheek.

Her eyes, how they sparkle in ecstasy from the love and affection you give her, filling your heart with a warmth that borders on painful. As much as you could stay here all night, then all day, until the moon rose again, Mashiro's eyes connect with yours, quietly and meekly pleading, and you know it is your duty to proceed, before she crumbles on her own.

Your tongue retracts and you leave a soft kiss on her mound. You scoop her body into your strong arms, positioning yourself above her with your cock pressing against her stomach. Her face is so close to yours that you can feel every breath she takes. She wraps an arm around your back and draws you closer with a tug, hooking a leg around your torso.

This is the closest two people can get without actually being inside each other, yet your lips remain just out of reach. Mashiro's gaze captures you, as it has since you first fell in love with her in college. There's a brief moment where something unspoken passes between you both, and then her eyes close and your noses brush against each other. In the darkness of the night, with only the light of the stars shining through the window, the crescent moon appears in her smile.

"Hello there, dear," Mashiro whispers.

Your heart is caught in your throat.

"I love you," she says.

"I love you too, babe."For a few moments, your noses are the only points of contact, stretching into what feels like eternity. Then you realize she's waiting for you.

"Kiss me," she whispers, repeating the words over and over again, and you give in. Then you two kiss—it's with an odd, powerful feeling, like you're trying to stuff the world into each other's mouths, breathing each other's air, and the timing is right and perfect and good for the next stuffing of your length into her welcoming heat. Her lips and her legs tighten around you as you ease yourself in inch-by-inch.

Doesn't take you long before you bottom out, her grippy thing sealed around the base. You wait a while before you begin moving, your hands beneath her head, on the nape of her neck. Watch how her face twists from pleasure, to frustration, to a longing. As though you're both star-crossed lovers meeting at night and on the fly, she mounts you in a rush of anticipation and love and heat and she clings onto your shoulders like a lifeline. Your girlfriend's more excited than she ever was, and her breath runs ragged, as though the weight of the world is upon her—or you upon her, pressing her into the bed.

You drink in her every little moan and squeal while she clenches your bicep in a firm grip and you're on top of her and her legs split open to frame your hips. Thrusts into her like pistons in a steam engine, driving with force and energy, and so much power that the entire bed shakes around you two. All the while, you're kissing everywhere your face can reach: neck, breasts, nipples, all over her flushed skin, all over her skin getting redder still—and Mashiro loves it all, from the deep passionate kisses to the gentle tickles that make her giggle uncontrollably.

It's all so clumsy, like you don't have the years between you to know how to work together; maybe it's the nerves—like you're teenagers in the back of your first car, almost getting caught; like you're in your dirty college dorm, finding where the screw in your frame breaks and the mattress falls and you're so horny you can't find enough grip on the uneven sheets to get a proper grip. Or maybe it's because it really is just like your first time: not the location, or the rhythm, or the surroundings, or even the way her breasts jiggle when you thrust with abandon, but the all-in desperation, of thanking the past for catching up, or thanking the future for promising to get even better.

Back then, the first time you slept with her, it was like learning an entirely new language—like you had to keep looking around as she pulled you in deeper, the walls of her snatch tugging on your cock, an alien sensation like a vacuum, her sex threatening to suck out your very soul despite the awkward inexperience.

Now, despite the awkward rhythm and the need to touch and kiss every which where, the way your bodies connect is smoother. More meaningful. Hotter.

She kisses your face and cups your cheeks and makes quiet promises under her breath, "I'm yours, I'm yours, oh, god, you're fucking me, you're—ahh—so good, so big," over and over. You love it, how much she tells you, her voice strained and high and keening and on the verge of tears. Your nails drag up the sides of her thighs and bring her into another embrace, arms around each other, tongues weaving. The more it goes, the less graceful you become, and the less coordinated you are, and the more you forget the sensations and rhythms, and your animal instincts go back to clawing and prodding and exploring and mating.

How many times have you done this? You've counted them at least, the things they do to your mind, the way your girlfriend looks at you in bed. Hundreds? Perhaps a little under a thousand, almost halfway through the past three years, each time more intimate and delicious than the last. You look into her dark- yes and become stunned in love, overcome with adoration, unable to bear it as her sweet pussy contracts on your throbbing length and you push her into the bed as you both slip over the edge of sweet release—you cum together, spurting into her wet embrace, gripping her closer than ever before, and still you hold her and hug her. She's yours, and she will forever be yours, and that is why you and she still make love three times a week like newlyweds, content with the lazy nature of time.

And just like that, maybe, you can pretend like what's coming up with Yeseo is a first encounter, an exploration in the same manner that sex with her unnie was, from some corner of her heart calling out desperately to be loved the same way as Mashiro had, to that young heart you both did your best to nurture and coax into blooming.

You're standing in front of fish, alive and vibrant. Yeseo's standing next to you, not even up to your shoulders, beaming up at you in a hoodie a bit too baggy for her small frame—it's yours—actually, it's Mashiro's now that you think of it, so long ago when your girlfriend pulled it from your closet and decided she was keeping it. It used to make her small figure positively miniscule, same way Yeseo makes it swim on her. Her short shorts, however, are all hers, all that asscheek squishing out from under it, and you want to make it the floor's instead.

Cute date. Cute date. You turn your attention back to fish, all these shimmering sea creatures swimming around in their tanks, the smell of saltwater pervasive. Lots and lots of little rainbow-colored fish behind big panes of glass and the vivid blue. You watch, and they don't glance in your direction, which is probably a good thing because they'd see how embarrassingly nervous you are for a date; you're certain you can't handle this mix of sexual anticipation and cuteness overload for another minute. The air is dense, so sticky that you're practically underwater yourself. You can tell Yeseo is thirsty, a touch uncomfortable, and so are you. Despite the wet air, your throat's dry, all your senses tingling, every nerve electrified like sharp edges of lightning arcing through the thick atmosphere.

After buying her a bottle of soda (as she says thank you in the smallest voice), you take a sip, and it's funny thinking that this is the closest you've been to kissing in a while. You sip, she sips, and this repeats back and forth until the bottle's spent. It's like you're making out, in public, no less. You want to take your hand but she's off to look at jellyfish.

This little nerd goes around oohing and ahhing at at every new species while you wonder when did she get this geeky, overtaking Mashiro of all people. You go into the penguin exhibit, and watching her shiver, you grab her slender hand and intertwine your fingers with hers before placing your two hands in your pocket for safe keeping. Yeseo tiptoes and presses her nose into your shoulder, sniffling.

"Are you cold?" you ask.

"No. Smells bad."

"Oh." You ruffle her hair with your free hand. The dye's losing its saturation, though her still a brilliant tinted gray. "Good point. Say, aren't you feeling hungry?"

Here's the answer.

You're sitting in front of fish. These ones are dead, and delicious. Yeseo's sitting in front of you, eating guilt-free, committing grand larceny from your hand, all with a big smile. Unable to prosecute and in fact a perpetrator yourself (one count of corruption), you feed her, leave fingerprints of some red sauce on the corner of her mouth, and you wouldn't mind licking her clean if there weren't so many people around. She tongues at it herself, and visions of her licking other things pop into your head.

The visions disappear when she grins once again, wide, flashing her teeth. This isn't the Yeseo you've built up to break down; this is the Yeseo you started with, a postulate, the unbendably true and innocent one, a girl who likes hugging you and her best friend, and nothing more, least of all getting involved with the filthy sex you two have.

The pendulum swings.

"You know you don't have to use condoms, by the way. I know you bought a whole bunch, but… I wouldn't mind raw… you know, I trust you." All that is said without missing a beat, and you miss a few: blinks, breaths, words, choking on some oyster, and as she kindly hands you a napkin, she turns her head bashfully like nothing happened. "Tonight's gonna be so special, I know it. I'm so glad we did this, Oppa, thank you."

You smile, as warm as you can while your lungs are recovering.

In a park nearby, she's the one who takes your hand, swinging it back and forth as the day's bleeding amber into her skin, as her sweater becomes a blanket for her and her happiness. The dark thoughts push against the bright light of the girl, still fighting as you carry your Yeseo up a hill to catch the day fading away. On top of that hill, you kiss Yeseo like it's the first time and tell her you love her, and you hope that's enough because she deserves every part of the world below this hill, and so above.

As above, so below. The night falls. If the nights then slowed, this one has halted completely. The stopped night falls and the curse of darkness is a biblical thing because it will return you to dust from which you were made, back to where you started. These are the end times.

You're making out with Mashiro in your lap, and she has indeed worked herself into an apocalyptic mess for you. Her legs are wrapped around you, between her thighs as a wet spot like the flood, her hands squeeze your nape where your hairs raise, and god, you missed her kissing like her next breath must be in your lungs.

Yeseo, judge of the soul, eyes you down in the periphery of your vision—back to where you started.

The night falls, and it's a biblical curse of darkness upon the land because no good can come of it. There is an unshakable heaviness in the bedroom, like gravity has suddenly intensified. You're sitting on the bed with Mashiro in your lap and Yeseo nearby, her posture a mix of alertness and contemplation. You kiss Mashiro passionately, caress her body, run your fingers through her hair, and grasp her hips tightly to make her feel desired and needed.

Then Yeseo slinks over and wraps her arms around you from behind, pressing her cheek against yours and biting her lip while emitting a small moan. It's clear that she's uncertain about how to act in this situation. She hesitates before leaning forward and gently kissing your neck, causing your whole body to shiver.

What a stark contrast—the intentions and their effects. Your body acts on its own accord while your mind struggles to make sense of the conflicting emotions. But your arm instinctively wraps around Yeseo, as if it knows what to do.

Mashiro finally pulls away, understanding the situation, and there's a diamond in her eyes. "Go for it," she whispers.

Yeseo and you are two parts of an incomplete whole, and you sum with your lips, and multiply in moans. The bed squeaks, the sheets shift, and that which does not move becomes stiller than ever. Yeseo starts to grind against you, matching your movements. From the corner of your eye, you see her squeezing her eyes shut, drooling slightly onto your shoulder. When she opens them, they flash between desire, fear, longing, and confusion as she looks to Mashiro for guidance.

Your hand gently strokes her hair to soothe her, while Mashiro leans closer and tenderly kisses Yeseo's forehead. "What do you want to do next, Yeseo-yah?" Mashiro asks.

"I... I don't know what I want. I just want him inside me."

You smile adoringly at Yeseo and brush her hair away from her face. "I can make that happen for you."

"R-really? Aren't we supposed to do more...things first? Like...you know..." Yeseo stammers. "I can suck you clean again, or we can…"

"I think you've waited long enough, princess," you say.

Yeseo shudders. "Oh. God... just fuck me."

Mashiro's lips brush against Yeseo's forehead with tender affection, the warmth of their embrace palpable. As she moves down to her lips, their kiss deepens and they both lose themselves in the moment. You move behind the pair, pulling Yeseo's jeans down; she squirms in your forceful grasp. Mashiro moves to the side of the bed as you lay Yeseo on her back. As you throw her pants to the corner of the room, you spread kisses where they must go—along the inside of her thigh to her knee, back to the joint of her torso and her hip, your tongue grazing the skin above her panties. She does nothing to hide her arousal, vocal, flushed, all-in-all unrefined perfection.

Your teeth clasp on the fabric of her soaked panties, and you pull the clothes down, her hips bucking in hurry. Without breaking eye contact, you discard her last items of clothing, and rest your face atop her dripping pussy. Yeseo cries out, arching up in the instant your mouth meets her pussy, bucking against you to bring you closer.

At first, you take it slow and gentle, savoring every delicate motion that sets Yeseo off into a frenzy. But as her begging becomes more urgent, you give into her desires and increase the intensity of your ministrations. Kang Yeseo is like a leaking faucet, spilling out her lust onto your tongue and down her thighs until even the sheets beneath them are moist.

With practiced ease, you add a few fingers into the mix, skillfully bringing Yeseo closer and closer to climax with each thrust. And when she finally reaches the peak of pleasure—marked by a simple count to ten and a swipe of the letter Y—she lets out a primal scream of pure bliss. Her body writhes against yours, her fingers clutching the pillow beneath her head as she surrenders fully to the overwhelming pleasure.

"O-oh, oh god... yes," she chokes out. "Oh god. Fuck, fuck."

Mashiro has gotten naked during this, has started fondling herself, excited at her friend's exhibition. Yeseo only has eyes for you, though, and takes your head between her hands to bring you over and mash your faces together again. She tastes her own lust on your lips, her own pussy juices evidence of your hard work, kissing you and begging you to make love to her.

Mashiro approaches, drawn to the scene before her. Is she motivated by genuine concern for Yeseo's well-being or is it a voyeuristic desire to witness your lovemaking? As she presses up against you, her delicate hands reaching for your throbbing shaft, it becomes evident that it is the latter.

With a flick of a switch in her mind, Mashiro sheds all inhibitions and eagerly guides your member inside Yeseo's waiting heat. Slip into Yeseo's tightness, every centimeter a kilometer. Her small but eager pussy lips tightly compress around your tip, sending shivers down your spine. You close your eyes and can almost feel Yeseo's own eyes shut in bliss, while you can only imagine the hungry gaze of Mashiro fixed upon you both.

Her weight barely registering on your body, Yeseo digs her fingertips into your shoulders as she pleads, "Please… be gentle." It takes you back to when you first started dating Mashiro, and you reward Yeseo's trust with long, slow strokes that gradually stretch her open. She lets out encouraging mewls mixed with a single tear rolling down her flushed cheek. With each thrust, her pain gives way to gratitude and pleasure. From behind you, Mashiro's eyes lock onto yours with a mischievous glint.

As expected, she revels in Yeseo's discomfort—perhaps with a touch of wicked empathy or even a hint of jealousy at not being able to experience this first time herself. It's clear that with Mashiro's provocations, this will be anything but romantic and sweet. Your lips meet hers in a heated kiss as you pull back slightly before thrusting into Yeseo again. "You're doing so good, Daddy," Mashiro whispers breathlessly. It's not often she calls you that, but right now it feels fitting. "How does she feel?"

You respond with another searing kiss before murmuring, "Just like you did. Maybe even wetter."

"Oh yeah? You should fuck her harder to prove it then." Mashiro's full lips curve upwards into a satisfied smile as she watches you, her focus shifting to the girl writhing beneath you. You can feel the change in Yeseo, her body language shifting and telling you that she is reaching her threshold for pain. But her desire for that elusive orgasm is still strong.

As your hips continue to thrust into her, filling her holes with your thick cock, you sense the pain radiating from her body. But Yeseo is too caught up in the pleasure to call it off or complain. Each time your hips collide against hers, she breathes out "oh fuck" in ragged gasps.

The pace quickens, the intensity of your movements increasing with each passing second. The bed creaks and groans under the weight of your bodies as you both crave more and more. Your grip tightens on Yeseo's hips as you lift her ass into the air, pushing her body to its limits.

In an instant, everything changes. Yeseo's screams now come not from pain, but from overwhelming pleasure as you reach deeper inside her. Tears cloud her eyes and she cries out for "Daddy," shocking even herself with the pet name that escapes her lips. But hearing her say it only adds to your arousal.

You feel Mashiro's hand move down to Yeseo's clit, aggressively rubbing and stimulating her even further. Her words only add fuel to the fire, driving you both towards pure ecstasy. "You like that," Mashiro taunts, "You like Daddy's cock? Like how his giant fucking cock feels buried so deep in your virgin pussy?"

Yeseo grits her teeth and nods, barely able to form words through her pleasure-filled haze. "I do… please."

"You're a slut for my man's cock," Mashiro continues, causing a primal growl to escape your own throat in response. Your body moves on instinct, driven by a primal desire for pleasure and dominance."Such a slut for Daddy's cock, aren't you?"

"Yeeees..."

"You're gonna get addicted to this, hooked on cock, fucking you, and you're going to wanna cum all the time, Daddy's naughty princess, aren't you?"

"Aaah, ahh... fuck, yes, I love your cock, love Daddy's fat cock, aahn, aaah, don't stop, fuck me, fucking fuck me, fuck me like you fuck Unnie."

You love watching Yeseo's face as she gets pounded. The way her mouth hangs open, tongue hanging out, panting like a dog, eyes rolling back, lids fluttering, all in such a adorable package. However, you've been craving something else: that pert ass of hers. You unsheathe Yeseo's pussy to a line of girl cum, then flip her and scoot her towards you until her round rear is against your pelvis, and resume fucking her pronebone.

Yeseo screams into the sheets, Mashiro's fingers buried in her mouth to show her the taste of her lust.

"You gonna be a good girl, aren't you?" Mashiro asks, earning Yeseo's moan in approval on her digits. "Good. That's my cock, mine, and the only way you're getting to feel it is by being a good girl and letting him cum inside you, let him coat your pussy with Daddy's cum. Make Daddy proud, you hear me?"

When Mashiro pulls back, Yeseo speaks: "Yes, yes, breed me, cum in my pussy, make me a woman, I wanna be a woman, a woman who cums on Daddy's cock, a woman who cums from getting fucked."

Her ass jiggles in the prettiest way. Whether through the excitement or fear of having a pregnant belly at only eighteen, her thighs are shaking. Her entrance clenches tightly around your girth and milks your orgasm from you, and it's like you've become her baby maker and nothing more.

You wrap your arms around her. "You sure you wanna get bred, princess? You want my seed, every drop, to make you mine? You want to be an adult, that what you want?"

She struggles under you, her wet pussy giving way to your penis. "Yes. Yes! Fuck me, please, Daddy. Please."

Those are your last words for a while, that plea. Her asscheeks give way to your fingers, slipping to the puckered hole of her anus. You know she's been practicing with that hole, plunging dildos up her butt, training for Daddy's cock. Mashiro takes your hand, offering to lubricate, and before you know it her saliva seeps through your digits. With that, a pointer finger hooks inside Yeseo easily, earning a happy squeak, a bit of cock-drunk laughter at being doubly penetrated.

Anal wasn't something you and Mashiro tried during your first encounter, but you very well are familiar with the act, an intrinsic fact about Mashiro that few others know. Her ass has come to be both of your preferred mode of orgasmic expression, your cum leaving a filthy pool in her asshole. Now Yeseo's about to find out why. Her anus offers the final tightest barrier for your probing finger, slipping inside the dirty hole. In and out a half dozen times, Yeseo soon adapts, and Mashiro—being on the other side of Yeseo and facing you—makes a show of kissing her neck and palming her small breasts. Yeseo bucks back on your digit and cock, the clench of her two insides holding you tight and in love.

You're so lucky that your girlfriend holds no jealousy to speak of—at least not in her sex life—as Yeseo cums hard around your invading cock. Her body clenches at the multiple parts of her that you've stuffed, keeping you held firmly inside. Like a chain reaction, your orgasm is triggered, pulled in forcefully. One two pumps is all it takes, her virgin pussy a divine void, and after that first one you lose count of your inseminating shots. Her womb is full of you, thickened, and your finger pumps with equal force in her ass. Yeseo is mumbling into the mattress, a long nonsensical string of begging and pleading that only end once you're out of her, she can feel your seed inside of her, once the bliss of the last few minutes leave.

Yeseo is your fucking whore.

After cumming her brains out, the tired slut in her sleepily tumbles off. You're not done. Seeing that creampie leak out of her well-fucked cunt, nope, you're not nearly finished. Right now there's a much sluttier hole available to you.

Yeseo rests her head against Mashiro's soft chest, passing out as her friend embraces her.

"Shiro. Marshmellow. I'm really going to ask this with all my self-control, but is it okay if I fuck her ass. She's very tempting."

Your precious petal gives the brightest smile, you know, when she's so uninhibited like this, free to her own wicked whims. Mashiro kisses Yeseo's sleeping forehead, before looking back to you. "Aww, baby, but she looks so adorable sleeping yeah fucking do it. Fuck the shit out of her."

With a peck, you accept her permission. You spread the winking hole open with two fingers, then collect some of the leaking seed from Yeseo's pussy and wipe it on the entrance. Then, the lube: Mashiro with a diligent mouth, and soon a dew of her spit onto your cock for Yeseo's ass.

As you rest your wettened cockhead against Yeseo's anus, it spasms slightly, involuntarily, puckering further against your assault. Suddenly her eyes shoot open, her back arching.

"Good dream," she moans, and as you've learned, it is possible to fuck cutely. Because that's the Yeseo on Mashiro's chest now: cute. "I was... a bad girl, I let Daddy use all my holes, aahn."

"He's ready for more of you, Yeseo-yah." Mashiro whispers.

"Wha..." Yeseo is still in a stupor from her slumber, and so the shock is clearly visceral and uncomfortable as you enter her ass. Even lubed up it takes more effort to break her innermost seal as it stretches around your tip and clings to the millimeter she lets you go in. As she gets filled with your cock again, it doesn't matter how she had previously reacted to the rough pounding you gave her pussy. Your hand grabs her arm and keeps it in place as the half inch meets an end in the resistance of her anus' unwilling submission to your fucking. But she begins to thrust herself back on you slightly, and that helps, relaxing the walls that inveighed against your penetration. Soon you make another centimeter of progress, a centimeter closer to fully lodging your cock inside her.

The penetration is slow as time itself, but for a curious reason: in this single instance, both you and Yeseo want the process to take as long as possible, for this moment to stretch even beyond how fucking long you're taking to actually penetrating her. The lewdness is so beyond what the both of you are familiar with, your plunging cock filling her most intimate spot is perhaps the dirtiest deed imaginable, filthy and nasty and deliciously so.

Yet, she's still fucking cute—cutely fucking, when she looks back to you, meets your loving gaze, a pout on her lips, and a fluttering opening of her mouth. She eyes you with an innocence that has long since left her presence here and now. Of all the girls you've fucked before and this night, none have the spark of natural sexual goodness that Yeseo possesses. Before it was pretty fucking adorable, the eager virgin desperate for attention, desperate for an anal orgasm. Now it's not just arousing, it's something deeper: beautiful. And she wants you to share in her beauty.

"M-more." It's a scant whisper, her throat dry with anticipation. More than enough. You pull on Yeseo's hair and throw her head back, exposing more of her slim neck, to drive your cock with more force into her unbroken depths. Harder now, in: two more inches penetrate her, yet no outward journey is permitted, something else which you've prevented as you continue your rhythm. Your other hand trails down from her back to her ass, where your fingers lay, kneading the cheeks apart to admire your conquest. Yeseo is being taken, wholly owned. She's yours, belonging only to your pleasure and only to your pleasure alone, to feel the pleasure of this moment together.

You pull a fistful of her hair now, drawing her ear close enough to your mouth to bite gently on the lobe, to send a shock of exhilaration through her skinny frame. "You're a filthy fucking anal whore, Yeseo. I'm going to fuck the creampie out of this asshole. Just know I own you, and you need a real man inside of you. Say it."

Yeseo purrs. "Nnn, nngh. Nn, yesss, Daddy, you own my hole, you own all my holes, your slut, just want your cock always in me, fuck my fuck, oh, ohyes, godd, do it, please!"

Again you claim this sweet sin, and push on through to the end of her depths, till you're bottomed out in her ass. Yeseo wiggles ineffectively, fruitlessly, letting you work her anus on your girth.

"How does it feel, baby girl?" Mashiro asks, and you begin to draw your cock slowly. Yeseo howls and squeezes your member, her anus unable to take the stretch any more, yet unwilling to let it go. It takes the weight of a greater instinct for her to move her hips away from you. You help pull back, but it's equally mind-agonizing, mind-numbing, but eventually you come out cleanly.

Through gasping breaths, Yeseo says, "C-can I ride it instead? That, that was too much."

Mashiro giggles, nods. "Daddy can lie down for you, sweetie. Lay him out and sit your pretty little butt on him."

You lean against the headrest and spread out your legs, giving Yeseo free range to work your cock. Much quicker now she takes your cock inside, sinking down on the cock to an easy half. Then, Yeseo relaxes and soon her ass claps against your pelvis, earning a moan from you both.

"Wow, you're a natural." Mashiro says.

"Yeah, oh, fuck, I practiced, this position, oh, mmhm. On, haaa, on a toy. Wow."

"But, the real thing's better." When Mashiro starts touching Yeseo's clit, even more globs of semen leave her cunt.

Yeseo just nods to that, her eyes meeting the lord in her head, her mouth dangling open. "Mhmm, so big, s-so hard, and, umph, and, haahh."

You quickly ascertain that while Yeseo is certainly practiced in her riding, she is no match for Mashiro's experience. Here, you don't mind—the grip of her warm and willing walls wrapping around your cock, her pussy clamping at air in response. Your mouth, open and hungry, is captured by Mashiro, french-kissing you. She's a warm, comfortable presence beside you, watching you watch the pornographic scene of the inexperienced girl fucking herself like a needy anal whore. Yeseo, from her expression, is obviously getting the hang of it: her fucking is getting faster, the cock that enters her quickly leaving in rapid pace, her pleasure quickening in its growth. Yeseo bucks up, slips down, trying to give you as much pleasure as possible

Insofar as Yeseo can find purchase in her brain-melting daze, she's cumming so very quickly and so damn hard. Yeseo is so tightly gripped at your cock you can only imagine the spasms she must be going through. For your troubles, she sprays juice all over your abdomen. As if from the deepest part of her orgasm, her last shreds of coherence, an almost non-fathomable concept, give way to a smile, to a laugh. She collapses on top of you, her cheek against your chest.

"I'm... Daddy's..."

"Cum dump." You sit up, wrapping your arm around her back. "I'm not done with you, not until I've left my cum in your asshole."

She nods. "I'm your slut, Daddy."

You take Yeseo from the bed, and carry her over to the side, bending her over the nightstand, holding her neck and keeping her pressed against the wood. Her small hands reach behind her, taking hold of your shaft and guiding you into her anus. A single thrust is enough to seat her all the way to the hilt, and it doesn't take long before you're pistoning into her, her ass jiggling.

Mashiro's got her hand buried in Yeseo's hair, pushing her down harder against the wooden surface. She's a beautiful girl, your girlfriend, her pussy soaked from watching you use this other girl. "Make a mess for Daddy," she says. "Cum around his cock, milk that cum out like you deserve."

With Yeseo bent over like this, it's a tight fit for the both of you. But you rail the woman. No mercy. All the restraint you had when taking the virginity of either hole is gone now, nothing but raw need and animal instinct driving the motion. The wet smack of your balls against her pussy, the squeaks of her own need, the sounds of the room fill you, fill her, fill Mashiro, and there's no stopping you from taking Yeseo's ass like you mean it.

It's all Yeseo can do to hold onto the edge of the nightstand for dear life. For good measure, Mashiro spanks the slut. The slut loves it. She's basically humping the furniture now, trying to get any kind of friction on her clit, any kind of sensation to heighten her pleasure.

In this moment, the world could be falling apart around you, but you wouldn't care. You just want to keep pounding away at this beautiful woman's ass. Your hands grip her hips, and you thrust inside as far as you can.

Yeseo's breath catches as she feels her ass clench around the base of your cock. Her face is one of pure ecstasy, her mouth forming a perfect O shape.

"Oh fuck, oh god, aaaah," Yeseo cries out. "I'm gonna cum, fuck, Daddy, I'm cumming!"

You don't announce it as loudly, just a sharp groan, solid grip of her hips, pulling her down onto your cock where balls-deep you unload into her. Your second climax is no less powerful than the first, shooting rope after thick rope of hot cum into Yeseo's asshole. You can feel it twitching around you, like Yeseo's trying to milk every last drop out of your cock. She's gasping for air, her body shaking. Mashiro kisses her neck and shoulder to soothe her.

You pull out slowly, letting her feel the loss of your cock. A glob of semen slips out of her gaping asshole, a strand of cream down her lithe legs.

Finally, you're spent, the well of your lust and energy dry, the strength of your legs gone, the strength of your arms gone, the strength of your mind gone. The energy to do anything more than lay in bed is beyond you now.

Yeseo can't even do much of that, and you have to help carry her to the bed, where the three of you lie.

"Fuck. Is it... usually that much?" Yeseo asks, her fingers sliding between her thighs, feeling her sticky hole and slit.

Mashiro giggles. "No. Not by a long shot."

"You're so fucking tight Yeseo-yah, of course you'd get filled up so much."

"But, is this, like, how it is? Like, I'm gonna feel it for days?"

"It's not too bad, after a while. But yeah, you'll definitely be sore. I think I still am."

"Okay, Daddy." Yeseo leans into you, resting her head on your chest. On your other side, Mashiro joins in too. Yeseo sighs."It was really, really good. I... I knew it would be, but I had no idea. You were so gentle at first, and then so rough, like I needed it."

"Well, I'm glad," Mashiro says. "And don't worry. It gets better every time."

"Really?"

"Mhm. You've got a long way to go, Yeseo-yah, if you wanna get as good as Unnie."

"You're a good fuck," you tell Yeseo. "You've got talent, Yeseo-yah."

She giggles. "Thanks, Daddy."

Mashiro looks at you, smiling, and kisses your cheek. "So what do you think, Daddy? You okay with this being a regular thing?"

"I... yeah. I can deal."

"Good. Because next time, you're fucking us both. Together."

✦✧✦✧✦✧

AO3, AFF

#kpop smut #kep1er smut #reader insert #male reader

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onelittlespiral · 3 months

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Hey hi, I need your help asap! I was talking with my roommate and he told me about your new special deal. And I wasn’t really interested but my roommate let slip that he was gonna ask you to turn me into a nymphomaniac hunk for him. And I don’t want that, so I rushed to write to you. Please can you turn my roommate into anything that will prevent him to turn me, maybe show him a taste of what he wanted to force me into? Thanks a lot!

Subject: Customer Service Ticket #3478

Dear (REDACTED),

We hope to alleviate any concerns you have about our services. However, at this time, we are unable to process any changes regarding Order #100765. Any changes will need to be made by the authorized purchaser. If there is any other way we can be of assistance, please feel free to contact us at the number below. Otherwise, we know that you’ll soon be satisfied.

Sincerely,

The Spiral

We knew you’d come around and round and round and round…

One email and I was left in a panic. I can’t believe my roommate would try to change me. I called the number included on the email, dialed 2 for customer service, and waited as the hold music played. All the while I was left thinking. We had the usual quibbles about dishes and cleaning up and all that, but committing to the kind of shit he had laid out in his order? It had to be some kind of prank. I was just in circles, kept thinking how there must be a way to cancel the order. All the while I was listening to instrumentals of jazzy horns and synths. You waited five, ten, twenty minutes on the line, hoping for a response. You had other plans today, but this had shot those down. You could only sit, wait, and listen.

After 30 minutes of waiting and stewing, someone finally picked up on the line,

“Hello, is this (REDACTED)?”

“Yes! Finally. I have been waiting forever. You’ve got to help me man.”

“I’m sorry to hear you have been waiting so long. Have you been just listening to that horrible hold music for half an hour?” He sounded condescending, like he wasn’t taking my dilemma seriously.

“Yea, now I need your help. I need to cancel an order.”

“Are you sure you need to boy toy?”

The words bounced in your head and your jaw went slack. You feel strange… dizzy and confused. “Huuuh?” was all you could get out.

“Yeah boy toy, just tell me what you need changed? Unless the wait helped you calm down?”

Your mind raced, to think of what you needed. But the more you tried to think, the harder it felt, “Uhhhhh…”

The man’s voice turned helpful, “Well, let’s go over the order just in case, shall we?” You sat and listened as he rattled off details. “Let’s see, we have an order here for a sexy hunk, with an increased sex drive. One of our best lines. That sound okay?”

He sounded confident. Was it really the best? You must have wanted the best, “Yes.”

“Good, so that comes with our lean muscle package, with abs, pecs, and a bubble butt extension. Does that feel right?”

You feel a shift beneath you, and looking down something feels wrong. You weren’t expecting to see perfectly tanned skin, pulled tight against your six pack. As you glide your hand down your form it all feels so firm. So muscular. Your mind tries to think of a reason not to, but you mumbled, “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy toy,” you lit up a bit. You liked it when he called you that. “Now, it also does come with a facial remodel. And I have it in the notes here you want the hair platinum blonde?”

You felt pressure in your face. Your open mouth snapped tight as your bones shaped and remodeled themselves. The pain was sudden and sharp. But by the time you lifted your hand to your jaw, it had stopped. Quickly, the memory faded to the background as you relaxed again, drool pooling out newly plumped lips, “Yuuh.”

“Perfect, perfect. Now, the last change I have here is a priority shift. You want to think only with your hungry hole boy toy?”

The hormone levels in your body jumped as your ass shifted uncomfortably beneath you. You needed to contain it, have some sense of control. Or do you? As you let yourself relax, you began grinding against the ground beneath you. Only one thought was left in your mind: you needed your hole filled. You began playing with yourself, and a faint moan was all that the operator needed to hear.

“I think that’s everything. Boy toy, wake up.” The fog receding in your mind did nothing to mask the horniness. If anything it made the need more clear. “Thank you for calling The Spiral customer service line. Goodbye!” And he was gone.

You barely could manage to navigate your way home. Every man was a distraction, as your mind raced with fantasies of being groped and used. But something within you made sure you made it through the complex door and safely into your apartment. You wanted to just lay down and try to sort out the day. But the man spreading out on your couch stopped you in your tracks.

A small voice in the back of your mind tried to say something was wrong. But your roommate on the couch looked so right. His features glistened in the dim light, highlighting his muscular physique and masculine features. His old, well worn wife beater and grey stained shorts left little to the imagination. And the sloppy demeanor and funk he emanated clashed with your clean and well-toned body. But the way his eyes fixed on you, the hunger and swagger in his gaze, left you weak in the knees. The attraction was instant, and with no willpower left, you buried yourself in his body and began worshiping this pillar of masculine energy. Inhibition was gone as you licked at the thin fabric separating you from your prize. And as he pulled his waistband down and shoved his sweaty cock down your throat, you let his flavor coat your pallet.

“Welcome home boy toy,” he groaned. That’s right. You were his little boy toy.

A buzz came from your roommate’s pocket.

Subject: Order #100690 Fulfilled

Dear (REDACTED)

Your order has been fulfilled. We have also closed Ticket #3478 at this time. We know you have many options, but thank you for the support.

Sincerely,

The Spiral

#hypnosis #transformation #male transformation #reality change #top to bottom #bogo #male tf

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keischreiber · 8 months

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Okay, okay. So, I think the fandom agrees that eventually, Reiner's gonna be trading his Herculean physique for a dad bod. Which makes sense given... y'all have seen his shitty father's body, right? According to Isayama, Reiner's fantastic build isn't because of his workout routine or training, but it's more because he's genetically meant to look that way.

So like... imagine how, he's trying to keep himself in good shape because he always finds it adorable and endearing how your stare chases after him.

Post Rumbling he gets into the more domestic life. While he does work, you make sure that he's well pampered. That includes him just indulging in your cooking. At first, he's very reserved about the eating. But he likes it when you cook, even if the food doesn't always come out the way that you want it too. He'd always be there to have the last piece, or the last slice, even when you tell him that he doesn't need to force himself to eat a "failed experiment". Instead of doing what you say, he instead gives you feedback on what he thinks of it, and encourages you to cook more because he enjoyed coming home to your home-cooked meals.

"I think I'm getting out of shape..." He mutters to himself after coming out of the shower and checking himself in the mirror. Pinching a good layer of fat.

There was an obvious layer of flab that wasn't there a month or two ago. With how taxing work had been, he hardly has the time to go over his workout routine due to being tired and would rather just cozy up with you and a good bowl of whatever it is that you made for the day than spend any more time away from you than he already does.

"What do you mean? You look fine." Was your only response as you looked at him.

"But don't you like the muscles... this thing right here?"

Reiner takes your hand and places it on his torso, letting you feel the abs that were at the early stages of its disappearance.

You of course blushed when he did this. Not because he called you out, but more because, he now feels more comfortable with your touch when... back then, he would flinch, not wanting you to touch the body of a murderer.

"Reiner, it's not about the muscles." You tell him, letting your hands wonder to his side so you can pinch his current dilemma. While the nice hard abs were tantalizing... the squishiness of his sides and getting a reaction from him... the small grunt, the whispered whine, the withheld moan that he just did when you gave him a squeeze or two... really did something to you. Not, forgetting of course, how his face looked when you did.

"I-it's not?" He tried confirming, a soft blush dusting his cheeks.

"It's always just been about you. Regardless of whether you've got Helos' physique or the newly installed Reiner love handles—" You were cut short for a moment, a small 'Ow' leaving your lips when he smacked your behind, mouthing off not to call it that. But you just giggled. "As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me..." You continued.

"This? All of this is you. And that's all that matters to me. Besides, gives me more to love on."

"You want... more of me to love?"

"Of course I do. Why does that even sound like a surprise to you?"

He could cry right then and there. Reiner just ends up pulling you in a tight embrace, happily smiling to himself as he smothers you with affection. To be honest, he's still having a hard time feeling that he deserved love and acceptance, but thanks to being with you everyday... he was learning to do so more and more.

And he wouldn't have it any other way.

#◆ musings.#◆ imagines.#reiner braun #reiner #reiner x reader #reiner x you #aot #attack on titan #fluff #body posititivity #I often see Reiner being supportive whenever his SO has body insecurities.#So I thought it'd be nice to show the same in the event that he would feel insecure or anxious about his.

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tokkias · 1 year

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is now a bad time? ship: natsu dragneel x lucy heartfilia summary: Lucy's a good friend. Sometimes, Lucy's too much of a good friend that it gets her into situations like this, where she gets her back blown out while one of her best friends plans a wedding on the other end of the line. ao3

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Natsu’s hands fumbled with the buttons on Lucy’s blouse as hers tugged at the belt on his waist—tasks made difficult for the both of them as they remained attached at the lips and stumbled onto the bed. The metallic clang of the clasp of the belt coming undone was like music to Lucy’s ears as Natsu continued to struggle with her shirt buttons.

Running short on breath and frustrated with his fumbling, Lucy broke their kiss and urged him to take his own shirt off as she went to work on taking off her own. She managed to pop them open more gracefully than he could (and with fewer button casualties, too), and as she worked on that, Natsu kicked off his pants, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.

Lucy bit down on her lip as she drank in the sight of his rippling abs and the pronounced erection in his shorts, hitting him with a sultry look that had him crawling on top of her, placing a kiss on her lips before moving down her jaw and to her neck. She did nothing to hold back the moan she let out as he began to suckle on the sensitive skin while his hands worked at pushing her shirt off and undoing the clasp at the back of her bra.

Her nails dug into his scalp as her fingers threaded through his hair, and her leg hooked around his own as she fell back onto the mattress, taking him with her. Though she loved the attention of his lips across her skin, she was already growing sick of the foreplay as she ached to feel his touch in other places. She bucked her hips up to meet his own to let him know of her needs, and he seemed to get the message as he pulled away to look down upon her.

With heavy breaths, he slipped his thumbs underneath the waistband of her skirt, pulling it down slowly, taking her panties with it, but as he hit halfway down her thighs, their racy little moment was cut short by a rude interruption.

bzzt. bzzt. bzzt.

Lucy let out an exasperated sigh as she heard her phone vibrate against their wooden nightstand. Natsu paused as his eyes flicked between Lucy below him and her phone, which was vibrating so hard it looked like it was about to throw itself off of the stand.

"Who is it?" She asked him with a sigh, and Natsu complied with her request, leaning over to check the caller ID.

"It’s Erza."

A defeated groan escaped her lips as Lucy buried her face in her hands.

Had it been anyone else, she’d have not thought twice about sending them to voice mail while Natsu blew her back out, but of course it had to be the one person she couldn’t do that to right now.

Erza was in the midst of wedding planning, and as her maid of honour, Lucy had been receiving multiple calls daily to help her out. She’d failed to pick up in a timely manner once, but that was enough to have a huffy and frustrated Erza on the other end of the line.

On the one hand, Lucy was not keen to deal with a scary Erza any time soon, but on the other, she could feel Natsu’s erection pressing against her through his boxers, and all she could think about was the way she needed him inside of her ten minutes ago.

Clearly sensing her dilemma, Natsu made a decision for her.

"Answer it."

Lucy knew he was right but still let out a huff, not exactly happy about the situation either.

As she reached over to grab her phone, she felt Natsu finish what he started, pulling her panties down and off her legs.

"What are you doing?" She hissed as her finger hovered over the answer button.

"What does it look like I’m doing?"

What it looked like he was doing was positioning himself between her legs to feast on her pussy while she was about to take an important phone call, and Lucy was not about to have that.

"If Erza finds out I was having sex while I was on the phone with her, she will kill both of us."

Her voice was filled with venom as she spoke, but Natsu looked undeterred. She tried to shoot him an intimidating look to get him to back off, but he remained stoic, and with each passing moment, the chance of getting a deeply upset voicemail from Erza increased.

With a frustrated sigh, Lucy slid her thumb over the answer button and held it up to her ear.

"Hello?" She greeted, trying her best to put on a cherry voice and not give away her current predicament.

"Lucy, I’m glad to see you finally picked up," Erza replied on the other end of the call.

"Yeah, sorry, I was um-" Lucy swallowed thickly to try and suppress a moan that was about to escape when Natsu began to place kisses on her inner thighs. "Busy…"

She paused for a moment, hoping Erza wouldn’t ask her to elaborate, and proceeded to thank every star when she didn’t.

"What was it you were calling about?" She asked, hoping that whatever it was would come and go quickly.

"I wanted to talk to you about seating arrangements and table décor for the wedding," Erza said.

Lucy managed to stifle a groan at her answer. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk weddings with Erza—she enjoyed it, loved it even—but not right now. If there was anything she loved more than wedding planning, it was sitting on Natsu’s face until she couldn’t feel her legs, and right now he was teasing her with that prospect as his breath grazed her slick folds and she had to bite down on her lip to muffle any noise she might make.

"Mmhm?" Lucy hummed, trying to disguise her stifled moan as an affirmation. "And uh- what- what were you thinking?"

She shot a glare down at Natsu, who had made himself comfortable laying between her legs, his lips leaving bruises on her inner thighs as he moved up, up, up, and made her flush and squirm. His eyes flicked up to hers, and he simply smirked in response.

That bastard knew exactly what he was doing, and the worst part was that she didn’t even have it in her to get him to stop.

"The venue sent me the floor plan this morning, so I thought we could go through the guest list and...

Halfway through that sentence, Erza’s voice faded from Lucy’s brain entirely as she felt Natsu’s tongue drag across her clit. She had to quickly slap her hand over her mouth to stop whatever embarrassing noise she was about to let out. Unfortunately for her, that reaction only seemed to spur Natsu on, who let out a chortle before plunging his tongue deep inside of her.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she began to thrust her hips up into his face. She became hyper-aware of his nails digging crescent shapes into the supple skin of her thighs to match the purple hickeys that were also forming there. He was doing it on purpose, of course. He was marking his territory, making sure that anyone who got the privilege of seeing what was under her skirt would know that he had been there and eaten his fill and would continue to do so for as long as she let him (and she planned on letting him for a very, very long time).

Her hand shot down to tangle itself within his hair, pulling him even closer as he rolled her hips into his face. If nothing else, Natsu was incredibly talented with his tongue. He knew all the ways to make her writhe and squirm. He could drive her completely wild, and that was exactly what he planned to do.

"Lucy? Is everything okay?" Erza asked, snapping her back to the conversation she was supposed to be having.

"Oh-! Yeah, I uh-" She pressed her lips together as she scrambled for an answer that wasn’t about to give away what she was doing. "Natsu is just being a pain in my ass…"

It was half true, anyway. He was certainly doing this just to rile her up, to annoy her, and to get a reaction out of her, but she was certainly not about to complain about it.

"I see," Erza hummed on the other end of the line, ultimately sounding unsurprised that Natsu was being a pest.

"Hey Erza," Natsu called out from between her legs, a smug grin plastered across his face.

Lucy tried to kick his shoulder for butting into their conversation when he was already walking a very fine line between getting away with it and being exposed for fucking her while she took a call.

"Did you want to put me on speakerphone?" Erza asked.

"No!" Lucy quickly answered. Because, um- mmph! Natsu’s only input would be to uninvite Gray from the wedding."

Erza let out a sound of understanding, considering that had been Natsu’s only contribution to the planning so far, under the guise that it would be really funny.

So, uh- what were you thinking with seating plans? Do you have numbers? Tables?" Lucy asked, trying to divert away from Natsu’s presence altogether.

Though Erza’s attention may have moved from Natsu, Lucy’s certainly hadn’t. The fact that she had managed to get through that sentence at all was a complete miracle, as Natsu flicked his tongue over and suckled on her clit. Though one hand still gripped her leg, he had since slipped two fingers inside her, testing to see just how far he could take her and get away with it.

Lucy was hard-pressed to recall a time when she had to put this much focus into anything, let alone simply having a conversation. She supposed most conversations weren’t had with the world’s most prolific pussy-eater between her thighs.

Well, the guest list ended up being longer than we had anticipated, so I’m worried we won’t be able to fit everyone in."

As she spoke, Natsu pulled himself away and wiped his mouth with his arm. He moved back so he was resting on the back of his feet, giving Lucy a good view of the tent being pitched in his boxers.

Speaking of things she wasn’t sure would fit.

Lucy swallowed thickly and licked her lips as she watched Natsu’s thumbs slip into the waistband, pulling it down to let his cock spring free. He kicked his boxers off somewhere to the side before settling himself between her legs. A soft whine passed through her lips, completely disregarding Erza on the other end of the phone, and she thrust her hips up towards him in anticipation.

"Lucy? Are you still there?" Erza's voice came, reminding Lucy that she, in fact, was still there.

"Hm? Oh, uh- yeah! I’m here."

Part of her wished she wasn’t. She wanted to be alone with Natsu, where they could be as loud and as dirty as their hearts desired. She wanted to hear his sexy grunts and moans, to hear him growl into her ear as he pounded deep inside her and told her how he was going to breed her tight little pussy.

For a brief moment, Lucy wondered if it would be wrong to hang up on Erza right then and there and pretend that the call cut out so Natsu could fuck her silly. Unfortunately, that thought left as soon as it came, her moral compass not letting her go through with it.

Damn her stupid commitment to her beloved friends.

"Sorry, you uh- you cut out," she lied in an attempt to save herself. She had an inkling that she had missed something important while she was busy admiring Natsu’s cock, so she tried to play it off cool. "What were you saying?"

"I said that we were considering going with round tables to seat more people, but I like the look of long tables better."

As Erza spoke, Natsu dragged the tip of his dick along Lucy’s slick folds, causing her mind to completely blank. She could simply not care less about what shape of table Erza went with for her wedding—all she cared about right now was the fact that she needed to feel Natsu’s cock buried deep inside of her, but he was teasing her just to get a rise out of her.

She wanted to whine, thrash, and beg until he sheathed himself inside of her and made her cum until she couldn’t feel anything below her waist, but she had just enough sense to keep quiet.

"So I wanted to get your opinion," she added. "What do you think, Lucy?"

What did she think? She tried to visualise the venue from their visit, but those memories were quickly dashed from her mind when she felt Natsu’s hands grip on her hips as he pushed into her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head at the feeling of being stretched out. He moved in and out of her at an agonisingly slow pace, and she needed more—he knew she needed more.

"Lucy?"

She let out a squeak as she heard Erza speak up again. She hardly noticed that she hadn’t replied; she was far too distracted by… other things. If Lucy had ever had strong opinions on table shapes (which she wasn’t sure if she had), they had been promptly dashed from her brain, and she was left scrambling for an answer.

"Well, uh-a-ah! If-if um you, like the long tables, go with them?" She suggested.

It was getting harder and harder to maintain her composure now that Natsu was inside of her, a fact that he had clearly picked up on. His thrusts were slow and shallow when it was Erza speaking, but as soon as Lucy opened her mouth to reply, he began to rut hard into her in the way he knew elicited his favourite noises from her.

If she didn’t know better, she’d say he wanted her to get caught.

Knowing Natsu, it wasn’t something she could put past him.

If this was a game he was playing, she wasn’t about to let him win so easily.

In response, Lucy wrapped her legs around him and bucked her hips up as she tightened her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside her. He let out a pleasured groan at the sudden movement that Lucy could only hope Erza hadn’t picked up on.

For the first time since she picked up the phone, Natsu had fumbled his sense of control. Lucy smirked up at him, but Natsu was not about to let that one go so easily—he took it as a challenge.

"I knew I could count on you to make the right decision," Erza replied, a hint of smugness in her voice that Lucy put down to having her opinion be affirmed in an argument that she wasn’t even apart of. "I’ll be sure to let Jellal know."

Natsu had moved back to his slow, languid movements, but his wandering hands had left their spot on her hips and began to roam a little further north. She didn’t need to think about what his goals were before he began groping at her breasts. He gave each of them a rough squeeze—something that Lucy was more than used to at this point, so she managed to keep her lips sealed until he pinched her nipples and she let out a squeak of pain. She shot him a searing look, but Natsu only cackled at her reaction. Lucy took a little hint of solace in the fact that it was certainly not an erotic sound that she had let out.

Based on the point where Erza had left off, Lucy had thought that would be the last of it, and the only time her noises would get muffled would be when she buried her face in the pillow as Natsu plowed her from behind.

Unfortunately, she was not that lucky.

"Was that all you wanted to talk to me about?" She hopefully asked.

"Actually, while I have you, now that we’ve decided on tables, I wanted to start thinking about the table decor."

Though she wasn’t on speakerphone, Lucy knew that Natsu could still hear every word she said. She didn’t need to know about his hypersensitive hearing to come to that conclusion; she could see it on his face. He was grinning down at her like their little game was being prolonged, and he was going to win it.

Though she tried her best to lock him in with her legs, Natsu pulled himself entirely out of her, rubbing his head teasingly along her folds, watching, waiting. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was planning to do, and staying quiet would simply prolong the inevitable.

"Yeah? What were you thinking?"

He didn’t strike right away, continuing to bide his time as he rubbed his shaft over her clit, causing her to suck in a small breath.

When Erza started speaking, Lucy half-tuned out her reply as she began to tell her something about tablecloths, table runners, and centrepieces. Her focus instead lingered on her partner, who was slowly teasing her, biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

It was absolutely agonising knowing that she was so close to being dicked down so hard that she forgot her own name, and the only thing standing between her and the best orgasm of her life was Erza on the other end of the call.

She wiggled and she squirmed, but Natsu did not relent, and she begrudgingly gave into the fact that she was going to have to wait until what he decided was the most inopportune moment to give her what she wanted.

"Did you have any ideas for centrepieces?" Erza asked, the question barely registering in Lucy’s brain as she spoke.

"Oh, um, centrepieces?"

As she began to speak, she felt Natsu’s tip tease her hole and she had to contain the noise of anticipation she wanted to let out. She clenched her eyes shut as she tried to concentrate on answering the question, but as he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside, everything was beginning to blur over in her head.

"You could, uh, go with flowers? Those are classic," she managed to say, barely maintaining composure as Natsu began slow and shallow movements that he knew were not enough to sate her. "Or, if you wanted to change things up, you could go with ca-ah-ah!"

Lucy had numbed herself to his teasing so much that she was wholly unprepared when he suddenly snapped his hips into hers at a tearing pace. His hands gripped at her hips as he pulled her onto his cock to meet him with every thrust, going harder, deeper, just enough to make tears well up in her eyes. For a very brief moment, everything went white with absolute, mind-numbing pleasure. It wasn’t until she came back to and found Natsu smirking down at her that she realised she had been in the middle of answering a question.

"Candles! I meant candles!" She sputtered out, hoping that Erza would simply move past her little episode.

"Lucy? Are you okay?"

Was she okay? She was much better than okay—she was great, incredible, fucking fantastic.

Not that she could voice any of those thoughts to her, of course. Natsu was doing his diligent duty by fucking her brainless, Erza just happened to be caught up in it all.

"Yeah! I’m good!" Lucy squeaked out, hand shaking as she held her phone up to her ear.

There was a moment of sceptical silence, as Erza presumably contemplated what the hell was going on on the other end of the line. Lucy could only hope that she had realised that now was a bad time so that they could put an end to their little game. Those hopes unfortunately fizzled away into nothing when Erza replied.

"So you think we should go with candles?"

To be frank, at the moment, Lucy didn’t care at all what Erza went with for her table décor. Flowers, candles—they could forego the tables altogether and have everyone sit on the floor for all she cared, but Erza needed an answer.

Before she could even begin to consider an answer, she felt Natsu pull out of her. There was one moment of confusion before another moment of surprise when she felt him flip her onto her stomach and begin pounding her into the mattress from behind.

He thrust into her so deep and hard that Lucy swore the whole world around them stopped for a moment. She loved the feeling of him drilling into her from behind, reaching in nice and deep, hitting exactly where it felt good, and right now, he was making her feel good.

Her body was beginning to shake from all the pleasures he was bringing her, and try as she might, she couldn’t quite string together a coherent sentence to reply with—but the thing was, she couldn’t quite bring herself to care. The coil in her stomach standing between her and absolute bliss was slowly being stretched so hard that it threatened to snap with each pump of Natsu’s cock inside of her.

Her free hand gripped at the sheets beneath her, and she moved her hips in time with his thrusts to get just that little extra sensation to tip her over the edge. Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes as she held them screwed shut, pleasure teasing every nerve ending in her body. She almost couldn’t stand it.

Almost.

Natsu was relentless in his pursuit of her orgasm, paying no mind to the noise of the skin slapping together with each thrust as the volume increased along with his pace. Lucy could feel his nails digging into the skin on her hips as he pulled her back onto his dick over and over again. She knew he was holding himself back from delivering a hard smack on her ass cheek, but a little naughty voice inside of her wished he would.

She knew he was pushing her as far as she could go without outright making her scream into her pillow, and she could feel herself tipping off the edge, but every moment that passed with no reply, Erza would begin to get suspicious.

Lucy could barely remember what they were talking about, let alone the question she was supposed to be answering. She wracked her brain to try and recall what she had last said through the fuck-haze that was beginning to blur her mind over entirely.

What was it? Tables… Centrepieces… Candles… Yes! That was it!

"Y-yes! Candles! I really think you should go with the candles!" She practically babbled out.

Any other time, she’d be mortified by the borderline incoherence in her strange answer, but she knew that right now, that was the best she was going to get. Her body shook and trashed as Natsu drove her to her ultimate undoing, refusing to stop pounding into her even as she clenched and tightened around him in her orgasm.

With what little brainpower she had, Lucy still had the foresight to muffle whatever moans and wails she wanted to let out. She bit down on her lip so hard that she drew blood and buried her face into the pillow.

She was vaguely aware of Erza saying something in reply, but whatever it was went in one ear and out the other, if it even managed to register at all. The only thing her mind could comprehend was Natsu pounding deep inside her and the feeling of his hot, sticky seed being released right into her womb.

A wavered breath of satedness left her lips as she came back down from her high, but the sheer relief of her release didn’t last long. Almost immediately, common sense kicked back in, and Lucy remembered that Erza was still, in fact, there, and she was not going to be able to look her in the eye for a week. Or ever. Instead of trying to continue whatever conversation they were having, Lucy just decided it was time to throw it out entirely.

"Look, Erza I- I have to go!" She frantically said. "Sorry! Bye!"

With that, Lucy abruptly pressed the end call button and flung her phone somewhere off to the side before collapsing on the mattress. Pulling out of her, Natsu collapsed on top of her and pressed a kiss to her neck, unaffected by the vibes of mortification emanating from Lucy beneath him.

"I cannot believe I let you do that," she murmured, her voice muffled by her pillow.

"Yeah, but it was fun," Natsu grinned. "Ya wanna do it again?"

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mbakuetshurisprincess · 2 years

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A Betting Woman

AN: Hey y’all! So I’m trynna do some palate cleansers while I work on BTB3 cause lord is that one just emotionally taxing to create lol. 80% of this fic is just Riri and Shuri talking about you and how they view you so there's that. This was heavily inspired by the wonderful work of @generallysapphic who is thee supreme when it comes to Shuriri postings. There's someone else who wrote a Shuriri fic but I can’t find them anymore. Just some cute shit to post fr. Set on a timeline where you went with Shuri to defeat Namor but Riri is a super genius.

Summary: Normally these types of moral dilemmas don’t bother Riri but after meeting your girlfriend, the queen of Wakanda. Riri decides to pay you a visit to end things.

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader, Riri x Fem!Reader and the beginnings of Shuri x Riri.

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of D/S dynamic, kissing, i think thats it.

Translation: Sthandwa - my love , Entle - Beautiful & Usana - baby.

Word count: 2,864

Suggested listening: WILSHIRE - Tyler, The Creator.

“It's morals I really have, it's lines I could never cross But you got somethin' that make All them good intentions get lost I try to keep it together, never felt this way”

Riri knocked quickly on the door three times, rocking on her heels as she did it.

“Busy right now!” Someone called from the other side of the door. The genius didn’t know if the voice was yours or not but she didn’t care.

‘Oh no, that bitch did not.’ Riri thought to herself. She brought her fist to the door and knocked harder this time. Everything was always on your schedule and Riri was going to be damned if her ending this fling was on your time too. She heard some rustling around and the bed creek before the door opened up enough to reveal a person on the other side.

The person Riri was expecting to see behind your dorm door was you, it was your room after all. Instead, she was met by the exact person she was here to talk to you about, Shuri. The taller woman stood in your doorway leaning up against the post. She was wearing a black sports bra and a matching pair of black sweats with golden embroidery on the side. The sweatpants hung low on her waist and Riri could make out the band of Shuri’s boxers. ‘She’s a Calvin Klein girl huh,’ The thought came to the mechanic quicker than she could stop it and she mentally cursed herself for getting so off track.

“Riri Williams, right?” Shuri tilted her head to the side, allowing the name to roll off her tongue.

Riri’s eyes flashed over Shuri’s figure one more time before she finally pulled herself together. “Yeah that’s me,” She cleared her throat. “Is uh Y/N here?” Riri tried to look further into the room but Shuri blocked her movements with her body.

This unintentionally gave the younger girl an opportunity to ogle at the Queen’s perfectly sculpted abs and steal a glance at her waistline again, so she wasn’t complaining.

“No Y/N is busy right now, can it wait?”

Snapping back into the conversation Riri finally got back to her original plan. “No it really can’t wait, I’ve been needed to talk to her about this.”

Shuri pondered over Riri’s words for a few moments looking her up and down as she did. Riri wondered if she might melt under Shuri’s gaze. Something about the monarch was slowly starting to make her weak in the knees. She averted her eyes back down to the floor, once again sneaking glances at Shuri’s body as she did.

“Well I’m sure whatever you wanted to tell her, you can tell me and I’ll relay the message,” Shuri suggested. She had noticed the way Riri was staring at her and decided to play into it. “Is it normal for American girls to make it this obvious when they’re checking someone out, or is it just you?”

Riri snapped her head back up to meet Shuri’s eyes, “What!? I wasn’t- Why would you say that? No, I wasn’t! '' Riri slowly started panicking.

Had she really been that blatant in her staring that the queen would notice? And this was totally not what she came here for or what she had rehearsed saying.

Shuri relished seeing Riri’s cheeks flush with a dark red blush as she tried to regain herself. “Ah. No matter.” Shuri said with a smile. “What is it that you wanted to tell Y/N?”

‘No fucking way.’ Riri thought to herself. ‘No fucking way did I just get bested at my own game! Bitch had me stuttering over MY words when I came here to end shit with HER girlfriend. I can’t go out like that.’

Riri opened her mouth to speak, after brainstorming something logical like ‘No I need to talk to her in person.’ or ‘I literally have her location and know she’s here right now. I need to speak with her.’ All of those would have been rational things to say but instead what came out of Riri’s mouth was fueled by nothing but good old-fashioned Chicago pride.

“I’m fucking your girlfriend.” She blurted out.

Shuri tilted her head to the side and chuckled lightly before turning around and closing the door behind her. Riri was left standing in the dormitory hallway staring at the now-closed door. What the fuck was she thinking?? Telling the Queen of arguably the most powerful nation in the world that you were not just seeing her girlfriend, but FUCKING her? Surely that was enough to get her killed and probably in a way no one would know. She would just slowly fade out of the popular consciousness until no one remembered her name; all over some pussy. Great pussy at that, but still. She was roused from her thoughts by the door opening and Shuri standing on the other side once again.

“I know you’re ‘fucking my girlfriend.’” She said the last part in air quotations with a chuckle. “Are you going to come in so we can finally discuss this or just stand outside confused?”

The question caught Riri off guard and she stood there staring at Shuri, unsure of what her next move should be. She hadn’t planned for this at all. She had expected to come to your dorm room today and completely end things with you. Normally she didn’t have an issue with sleeping with people who were cheating on their partners. That was someone else’s moral dilemma not hers. But after interacting with Shuri today while she was a guest speaker at a lab on campus, the guilt started eating her alive.

Eventually, Shuri got bored of waiting and grabbed Riri’s shoulder pulling the small girl into the dorm room and shutting the door behind her.

“Come in and sit down.” Shuri walked back over to the bed and hopped onto it. When Riri didn’t move it prompted Shuri to speak again. “Do not act like you do not know her room entle, make yourself at home.”

Riri wanted to ask what entle meant but decided that was the least of her problems right now. She made her way over to the bean bag in the opposite corner of the room and sunk down into it. She could hear the sound of the shower running in the bathroom connected to your dorm and assumed that's where you were since your location had pinged as here, yet you weren't in the room currently.

“She shouldn’t take too long,” Shuri said noticing where Riri’s line of sight was going. “We can wait till she gets here or you can ask whatever you’d like to ask now.”

The younger girl shifted in her seat and contemplated what Shuri had proposed. “I’ll wait for Y/N to get out of the shower.”

Shuri nodded and picked back up the book that was lying on the bed. Riri watched Shuri intently as she read. How was she being so cool right now? Sitting in the same room as your girlfriend's lover would typically draw a stronger reaction out of the average person but the royal seemed to be in a very relaxed state.

‘Duh’ Riri thought to herself, it’s because Shuri already knew. She had told Riri already so her presence couldn't have been that much of a surprise to her. This thought in turn only raised more questions for Riri.

‘How long had she known?’

‘Was she upset with Y/N?’

And most importantly,

‘How much did she really know?’

Shuri looked up from her book and caught Riri staring at her once again, which must be a theme for the night. Riri cleared her throat and spoke. “I change my mind, I’d like to ask my questions and you answer them.” She paused, “Right now.”

Shuri chuckled at the girl's forwardness. “Y/N did say you didn’t have much patience, I see she wasn’t lying about that… Among other things,”

Riri swore when Shuri said it she caught Shuri looking her up and down. Shuri didn’t even give her enough time to react before continuing. “But go ahead, I’ll do my best to answer them.”

“How long have you known about us?”

“Since the beginning,” Shuri replied simply.

“And you’re not mad?” Riri questioned, sitting up in the bean bag chair.

“Why would I be?” Shuri questioned back with a genuine look of confusion on her face.

Shuri’s look of confusion was replicated on Riri after hearing her answer and seeing the woman's face. “Uhh, because while you’re in Wakanda saving the world and shit, I’m here with two fingers buried deep in your girl!”

“Just two? Normally she likes three but whatever works for you guys really.” Shuri’s sarcasm left Riri’s mouth agape and which only fueled Shuri’s laughter. Once she had pulled herself together Shuri apologized and said she would actually answer Riri’s question, earning a huff of agitation from her.

“You already answered your question in your question, entle.” Once again Shuri spoke coolly and used that entle word that Riri couldn’t understand.

“What the hell does that even mean!” Riri sucked her teeth as she spoke. “No more weird shit, no more nicknames in other languages, just explain this shit to me 'cause it’s not making any sense.”

Shuri nodded, understanding that Riri did deserve the full story. She wanted to wait for you to come out of the shower but the combination of not knowing exactly how much longer you were going to take and her sensing Riri’s agitation; she was compelled to speak.

“What I mean by that is you gave yourself the answer already. Y/N is here for school for most of the year and I’m kept busy looking after Wakanda. My love has needs that unfortunately due to the distance most of the time I cannot fill. She’s permitted to fulfill these needs in any way she chooses, as am I.”

Riri looked dumbfounded once again as she digested Shuri’s words. “So you’ve known this whole time?”

“Mhm.”

“About everything?”

“Pretty much yeah.” Shuri tapped her fingers on her stomach where they lay interlaced.

“Even the sex?” Riri probed. There was no way Shuri was just so chill about this.

Shuri was humored, sensing that Riri was hoping to incite an angry response. “Yes, even the sex. Of which I only heard good things about so I must give you credit Ms.Williams, you kept my girl satisfied.”

The blush returned to Riri’s face and she felt her lips creep into a smile upon hearing Shuri’s praise. Her cocky side came out and she decided to get smart. “You weren't worried I was gonna take her from you?”

“Oh, not for one second. Y/N’s collared, she’s not going anywhere anytime soon.” Shuri replied confidently. Seeing Riri’s confusion she moved her hand down to the necklace resting on her chest; holding it up before letting it fall back down. “Never noticed her necklace? I know she doesn't take it off.”

Riri’s mind flashed images of you and to Shuri’s credit in all of the scenes, a golden necklace with a small claw was hanging from your neck. Even in the ones where Riri’s head was buried between your thighs and your head was thrown back as you cam-

‘Focus Riri!’ She thought to herself.

“So she’s your submissive?” Riri clarified.

“Wow, you are pretty smart. Maybe you do live up to that genius title after all.” Shuri quipped with a smirk. “But yes, Bast has gifted me with an amazing girlfriend and sub.”

Riri desperately wanted to make a smart remark back at the royal but she stifled it in favor of getting more information about your dynamic Shuri. What she had learned thus far intrigued and turned her on. “And she listens to you, a hundred percent of the time?”

“A hundred and fifty percent of the time.” Shuri corrected her. “Does she not do the same for you?”

“Hell fuckin no she does not!” Riri exclaimed. “There is not a bone in that girl's body that knows how to listen, everything with her is a fight.”

“My Y/N? Never. She knows better than to even make me repeat myself.” Shuri was baffled at what Riri had said but also intrigued at the idea of seeing a more bratty side of you.

“I don’t believe it, she’s not physically capable of listening.” Riri tapped the side of her head to mimic how hard-headed you acted with her.

The sound of the shower turning off, signifying your arrival soon gave Shuri an idea. “Do you want me to show you just how well she listens?”

A smirk slipped onto Riri’s face as she picked up on Shuri’s idea. “Yeah I do, show me how well your girl listens.”

Shuri let out a puff of air along with her laugh and nodded. You stepped out of the bathroom looking down at something on your towel.

Let the show begin.

Your bathroom door was on the wall that ran parallel to where your bed was, so when you looked up you were first met with Shuri. “Whew! I needed that baby, I don’t think I was conscious for the first ten minutes of that shower.” You beamed as you made your way over to the bed, still unaware of Riri’s presence in the room.

“Of course sthandwa. And more to come tonight, you know that. We wouldn’t want to be rude to our guests before that though. Why don’t you go say hello to our friend.” Shuri nodded past you and to the corner.

You spun around confused at what “friend” Shuri was referring to and immediately alarm bells began ringing in your head. There sat Riri, looking calm as ever manspreading on your bean bag chair.

“What’s up ma.” She said with a smirk.

“Oh fuck no.” You murmured under your breath. Never in your life did you expect to mix your worlds like this. Sure both women had known about the other but never in a million years had you imagined them to be in the same room together. You instantly started moving towards the bathroom door, hoping to lock yourself in and formulate a plan without being under either woman's gaze.

Of course, Shuri calling out a strong “Stop.” ended all hopes of that as a means of escape. “Go give Riri a kiss, I’ve taught you better manners than that.”

You looked back at your girlfriend as if she had lost her mind. Yes, you had told her every detail about your relationship with Riri and described the sex in explicit detail. But to kiss her in front of Shuri? Something about that felt so wrong it was right.

“You know I won’t repeat myself without punishment, usana. Go.” Shuri gestured over to Riri who was taking the whole scene in. She watched as you shifted your weight between your feet, debating if you would listen to Shuri. If Riri was a betting woman, she would have bet her entire life savings at that moment that you wouldn’t listen.

Good thing Riri didn’t like to bet.

You walked over to Riri and gave her a small smile, slightly embarrassed knowing that Riri just watched you fold to Shuri. “Hi.”

“So you do know how to listen the first time?” Riri concluded, the smirk still on her face.

“Only when the right person asks me.” You maintained, crossing your arms across your chest to keep the towel from falling. Shuri heard your response and let out a light laugh and a “Be nice my love.”

“You heard what your girlfriend said though ma, gimme me a kiss.” Riri sat up in the beanbag chair awaiting you to make the move.

You looked back at Shuri one more time, kissing other girls had never been an issue for you before but for some reason doing it in front of her felt different. Secretly it turned you on to know that your girlfriend not only ordered but encouraged you to kiss Riri.

Fuck it.

You bent down and Riri pulled your face to hers so that your lips met. As soon as they touched Riri hungrily devoured them savoring the taste of you. By now you knew her style and you opened your mouth slightly so her tongue could come in and meet yours. Shuri watched from the bed as you two made out, turned on by the hunger you both displayed. She could tell the two of you were getting into it, Riri especially as she brought her other hand up to cup your cheek.

Deciding this was the perfect opportunity to prove her point Shuri ordered. “Step back Y/N.”

Once again if Riri could bet she would have bet her life on the fact that you wouldn’t pull away. You loved kissing and she could tell that you were especially enjoying this little makeout session by the way your chest was heaving up and down.

And once again it was a good thing Riri didn’t bet often.

You unlatched your lips from Riri’s and stood back up, taking a few steps back in the process. Riri’s eyes flashed between yours and Shuri’s unable to believe what had just happened.

“Told you she could listen.”

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iwaasfairy · 2 years

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tw incest, coercion, oral, pussy eating, threesome

contains nagi seishiro x fem!reader x mikage reo

Reo had been quick to roll his eyes and chastise you when you’d walked out, ass fully out save for the tiniest thong known to man, and a tight top that wasnt nearly thick enough not to be molten to every curve. “Can you put on some clothes?” he’d grunted, staring you down with an impatient noise. It’s not that you don’t … look good, but today isn’t the day. The silver blond next to him shuffles on the couch, and his video game makes the sound of a character death.

“Yea, I’m trying to, niichan!” You hit him back with just as much attitude, and glare him down for a second. “Moms taking me on a lunch date in a bit, just- can’t find my lightwash pants. The nice ones.”

“Check under my bed then, we- “ He cuts himself off and motions his head towards the other side of the luxuriously spacious flat, before turning back to his friend. But Seishiro’s attention has long left his game, and his dark eyes follow very close behind to the sway of your hips as you stroll past them. And a smile tugs his mouth up.

The solution to his dilemma is pretty easy after that. He’s an excellent problem solver.

“This okay?” Seishiro asks as he does, kissing down your lips to your neck and then licking and sucking all over your tits with a hum.

“She likes when you bite them softly,” your big brother mumbles, and is much too quick to shove his sweatpants down to reveal an already hardening cock as he gets on his knees between your spread thighs. Nagi’s lips smack as he disconnects from your nipple for a moment, lips glossy with spit, and glances down.

“How do you know that?”

But niichan just hums a soft dismissal. “Don’t ask stupid questions.” Then his amethyst irises meet yours, and he gives you a look as he fucks the flushed, hot head of his cock into his palm, and then noses at the inside of your thigh. “What do you say?”

“Please eat my pussy, niichan. Want to have my big brother’s tongue on me.” You can feel Nagi’s hands start roaming around as he glances up at you from playing with your tits, sucking marks and rubbing his hot tongue over your hardened buds. Then he looks down at the way Reo nii’s nosing at your pussy, and let’s out a string of swears. Niichan’s quick to shove the panties aside and place his mouth on your cunt though, unbothered by the fuss his friend’s making.

And you’ve never seen Seishiro so animated, as he blinks a few times, bites his lip, and then slides a hand along his abs into his pants. You make a noise when niichan starts with a few patient licks to your clit, before his fingers join and you make grabby hands towards the blond. “Nuh uh, let me help. Please. Please, Seishiro kun? Can you use my mouth until niichan’s done with his meal?” His tongue slips from between his lips for him to bite it, and gladly takes out the hard, hot cock to offer it up to you.

And you make quick work of spitting on your hands and grabbing him, feeling the thumping vein on the bottom as he props one long, muscular leg onto the bed beside you and groans long and raspy when you lead him to your mouth. “Do your parents know that you do this shit?” he asks after a moment, watching the head of his cock hollow and fill your cheeks and a glimmer cover the flushed cock as you pop it in and out.

“N-nope,” you quickly answer, before locking one leg around Reo nii’s shoulders when he pats it, “and you’re not gonna tell them either. You gotta keep our little secret.” You coo and let out a slight yelp when Reo sucks hard at the top of your slit, rubbing his tongue with too much practice over your clit in just the way you like. “Oh-hmmmgn- niichan— th-ah, I can’t focus when you do that.” He hums into your pussy, watching his fingers drip with your juices when he scissors them apart a few times, then smiles.

“Nagi, how about you fuck her face? Go ahead, she can take it.” Your squeaked ‘nii nii’ is interrupted by the way he spits on your pussy and rubs it around, before fucking his cock into a ring of fingers again for a moment. “Shhh, don’t worry, Nagi’s not gonna say anything. Just open your mouth like a good girl and stick your tongue out like niichan taught you.”

“That’s twisted,” his friend only mumbles, but those dark eyes glitter as they have yet to leave your face. His one hand toys with your tits for a bit longer, as he stroked himself in a slow rhythm with your spit, before you oblige. Niichan promised to drive you around all month in his very fancy car if you helped him out after all. So you open your mouth and let the heavy cock invade the tightness of your throat. “Ohhh- fuck. Oh fuck.”

#I headcanon that they forget mom is coming home sooner rather than later #and all have to rush to clean up their absolute mess #🍯honey.pot #bllk smut #bllk.txt #blue lock smut #reo smut #nagi smut #tw.incest #tw.coercion

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xoxoskai · 2 years

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If the Devil’s Night characters had Instagrams –

Damon:

- Has a private account with 8 followers and only follows Will back.

- Keeps track of everyone else on a different account secretly.

- Posts cute pictures of Winter on her account for her.

- Comments “ew” beneath cute pictures of his sisters with their husbands.

- First post after much deliberation is a picture of Winter in their fountain.

- Pretends to hate when Banks and Rika tag him in their pictures but secretly likes it.

- Participates willingly for pictures only when Will or Winter ask.

- Actively starts posting about his kids once they are born.

- Comments "babysoft" under all of Misha's posts.

- Makes a joint account with Emory for their business but lets her run it completely.

Will:

- Has over 10 million followers (Damon says it’s because he posts thirst traps but Will thinks everyone likes his dancing)

- Posts nearly everyday.

- Very careful about what he posts (he has *important* friends)

- Either spams on his account or goes AWOL suddenly.

- Removed the comment feature on most posts where he’s sporting his abs because Emory doesn’t like girls thirsting over him.

- Has a private account for his friends only to post cute videos of his kids and wife.

- Also known as “Misha Lare’s hot, mystery cousin”

- Posted a video of Damon dancing once, learnt his lesson when his followers fell to 4.

- Writes hate comments underneath Alex's posts with Aydin.

- Uses all features, loves to make reels and put songs over the pictures.

- Participates in Winter’s freestyle dancing videos

Kai:

- Had to make an account to post about Sensou and make it more public.

- Accidentally got famous because everyone thought the teacher was “hot”.

- Now features only his students in his videos and makes sure they get the ‘Banks approval stamp’ before posting.

- Made a private account using an alias to comment on his wife’s pictures.

- Realized that a good way to piss Michael off is by commenting on his wife’s pictures. Had been effectively using it till Banks noticed.

- The only personal post on Sensou is of him kissing Banks at the entrance captioned “Everything I wanted with the only person I’ve ever wanted it with”

- New dilemma unlocked when men started thirsting over his wife.

- Also removed comment feature.

- Hired someone (Alex) to manage the official account.

- Loves showing Banks off because it makes her happy.

- Likes to embarrass his kids and get it on camera only for the family on his private account.

Michael:

- Has an official account run by his assistant for work purposes.

- Public account, millions of followers but still lesser than Will (also blames it on the thirst traps).

- Shows off Rika in almost every post.

- Every intimate picture with Rika has a throwing up emoticon or “there’s children on this app” commented by Athos and liked by Damon.

- Aaron or Athos aren’t featured in any pictures for privacy purposes.

- Hates when Kai comments on Rika’s pictures. Tries to do the same with Banks. Banks blocks him.

- Is an active partner of Will's in posting hate comments on every picture of Aydin on Alex's instagtam.

Rika:

- Shows off her entire family at all times.

- Loves posting pictures with the girls whenever they go out.

- Does vacation dumps, weekly dumps, festival dumps, random dumps.

- Searches hours for good captions.

- Posts about Athos and Aaron but only where their faces are hidden.

- Writes corny captions on her posts with Michael.

- Laughs about Kai’s comments with Banks.

- Does fit checks.

- Tried doing the “A daily vlog of my life” and quickly realized that they do some shady stuff that shouldn’t be on any cameras.

- Personally overlooks the official account for the mayor’s office.

Banks:

- Proud Mom.

- Hundreds of pictures of her children.

- Loves commenting on everyone’s posts and hyping them up.

- Joins Kai in commenting on Rika’s pictures to piss Michael off.

- Only has a private account.

- Overlooks Sensou’s official account after its accidental fame and the official account for the Senator.

- Posts all kinds of things on her stories (dog rescue reels, Winter’s dance reels, Will’s thirst traps, videos of Kai walking out of the shower, of Kai sitting in his study and reading, a zoom in on Kai’s biceps while working out, of Kai getting overwhelmed and pissed off because of all the dogs).

- Only one who can get away with posting funny videos of Damon.

- Replies “no u” to every ‘”ew” comment from Damon.

- Has featured on Rika and Will’s reels multiple times.

- Tried multiple times to get Madden to make an account so she can tag him, has been unsuccessful.

- Uses a lot of emojis.

- Comments “Mine” on all of Kai’s pictures.

Winter:

- Damon runs the account for her.

- Posts videos of her dancing.

- Has tutorials demonstrating basic and easy dance steps for learners.

- Features in a lot of Will’s videos and does dance challenges* with him.

- Actively posts about her charity work.

- Always asks someone to take a picture of her onstage so she can ask Damon to make a compilation after she’s done with her shows.

- Loves when Damon is patient with her whenever she wants to post and helps her caption them.

- Makes Damon read out the comments to her sometimes when she’s sick of hearing the robotic voice of her phone. Knows that Damon does not read the hateful and condescending ones out loud.

- Is a Dog mom and loves having her pictures taken with her Dog.

- Loves family pictures with all her kids and of their pets.

Emory:

- Singlehandedly runs her joint account with Damon for their work.

- Pointedly comments on every one of her husband’s abs pictures (“These look like the same ones I touched this morning in the shower”/”Why do you look like my husband”/”Pictures really ruin the first class quality”).

- Has a public account just to post cute pictures of Will and her.

- Posts videos of Damon hard at work, shopping sprees with the girls (“That’s Banks passed out on the couch after thirty minutes, Rika’s onto her 50th dress and Alex is already on the other floor”), Will watering their garden shirtless, videos of whenever the group gets together.

- Has an aesthetic going on that she’s maintained over the years (Will has tried to ruin it multiple times).

- Pins all of Will's comments.

- Has full permission to use Will's account to post herself on his stories whenever she feels like putting fangirls in their places.

- Posts a lot of her WIP's.

- Uses Will's private account to post pictures of her children ("There's only so many accounts I can handle").

- Is a keyboard ninja and can be found arguing with a virtual stranger in a comment section at 2AM (almost always backed up by Banks)

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#Devil's Night series #devil's night series #damon torrance #kai mori #michael crist #will grayson iii #rika fane #nikova banks #emory scott #winter ashby #killswitch #hideaway #corrupt #nightfall #conclave #fire night #penelope douglas

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skolworthy · 2 years

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Time Knows No Bounds- Part Four

Warnings: None that need apology

Info: When the font is like this, it means Ragnar is speaking in his native tongue. When he is speaking English it will just be italicized. The reader's text is just normal and anyone other than Ragnar or the reader will be in bold.

Spoilers: None, because this is completely my creation (apart from the character/legend of Ragnar Lothbrok and other historical names) it has nothing to really do with the tv series.

Plot: Ragnar, in this series, is unattached to anyone romantically. No Lagertha or Aslaug or any other baby momma's out there. No children. He has met and learned with Athelstan, because that contributes to his ability to speak with the reader. Other than that, he's just a simple gorgeous viking that lives on his farm in Kattegat, dreaming of adventure.

Summary: An unexpected call in to work has left you with a dilemma: do you leave your new found viking friend home alone, or do you take him with you?

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Your mouth fell open slightly when Ragnar said what he said and gave that wink and smirk. 'As do you' Those words only made your face burn hotter as you stood there staring at the now closed door. Had...had he seen your naked form? Your face contorted in various ways as you thought to yourself, your hand letting go of the curtain to allow it to fall back into place and your body moving back under the fall of the water once again. Lips pursed, you let the water fall against your shoulder as your thoughts ran with the possibility of Ragnar having gazed upon your nakedness. Whether the thought bothered you...or enthralled you. You did not realize how long you had been thinking about this until the feeling of cold water hit against your shoulder and you gasped, realizing that you had officially used up all the hot water. Great. Sighing, you turned the water off and stood there for a moment, listening for any sounds of the door opening. When nothing came, you pulled back the curtain and reached over toward the towel rack, grabbing a big fluffy pink towel and wrapping it around your body. Then you took a smaller towel and squeezed it around your wet hair until it was just damp and finally you peeked out of the doorway of the bathroom, saw that the coast was clear, and scuttled down the hall to your bedroom, snapping the door shut behind you.

Now dried and dressed, you finished working the tangles out of your hair with your wet brush before opening the door of your room and heading down to Ragnar's room. You reached up with your fist and knocked your knuckles against the door lightly, hearing Ragnar speak for you to come in. When you opened the door, you paused when you were met with the viking standing next to his bed, having just set down a shirt that he had apparently been trying on. There he stood, as he had in the living room earlier, shirtless and absolutely glorious. Before you had done what you could to keep from oogling his bare chest and abdomen, but now as you stood there, it was difficult to tear your eyes away. He regarded you silently as you stood there, knowing that he was aware that you were shamelessly letting your eyes roam from his strong shoulders, down to his chest where soft hair lead all the way down along his defined abs and even further where you finally, had to tear your eyes away and look at something else. Your gaze landed upon the bed that still had some of the clothes upon it, though it looked as if he had put away the majority into the dresser that was against the wall. "Are there any that you do not like?" you finally brought yourself to ask, albeit with a dry throat. He kept looking at you silently, a small smirk at the corner of his lips and then he glanced up and down your own body once, the smirk growing larger, before he turned his head and looked down at the bed. "These." There were not many, but from the looks of it, he had chosen against the shirts and pants that were brighter in color.

He leaned down and picked one up from the bed that was under the one he had just laid down and held it up. "This one...I could not get fastened. The buttons, they are so small and.." "There are so many?" you finished his sentence with a smirk. He gave a sheepish grin. "I was worried I would become angry and tear it apart." Giving a small giggle, you moved forward and took the shirt from his hands and then held it up to where he could slide his arms in. He turned away from you, your eyes locking onto his muscular back, but not only the muscles...all of the scars. There had been faint ones along his chest, shoulders and torso, but the ones on his back were deeper and more prominent. If you had not been convinced that he was a battle hardened viking from the past, the scars he had upon his body proved it. These were sword, axe and arrow scars. Ragnar glanced over his shoulder at you, your hands had lowered slightly while holding the shirt up to where he was not able to slide his arms in easily. "Is something wrong, y/n?" You jumped slightly and looked at him, shaking your head. "Oh, no. Sorry. Just...lost in thought." you said as you then held the shirt up a bit more and he was able to slide his arms into the sleeves and you helped pull it up and over his shoulders. Once he had it up over his shoulders, you gently turned him around and began to help with the buttons, smirking when Ragnar's face contorted in obvious discomfort when you worked on the top button at the collar. Clearly he was not used to clothing tight around his neck.

Once you were finished with the buttons, you reached up with both of your hands to adjust and smooth out the collar, knowing that his eyes were upon you as you did. While you had been standing this close to him, you were able to catch whiffs of his scent. One would expect someone from the past to smell not that great, but Ragnar was proof that this was not the case. He had an earthy smell, woodsy and yet not overbearing. When you took in a longer breath through your nose as you had been working on the buttons, you swore you caught a whiff of seawater as well. Regardless of what the scents were, they were rather intoxicating. Much more so than any modern day cologne. You finished with the collar and then stood there silently a moment before lifting your eyes, almost wishing you hadn't when they met his. His gaze rooted you to the spot, your mind flitting back to when you had stood there staring as he stood in just a pair of jeans beside the bed. Ragnar made no effort to move away from you, instead he simply stared down at you, his eyes searching yours for a moment before they glanced down at your lips. This caused your heart to slam against your rib cage and something to stir in your lower stomach. Matters were made worse when your own eyes moved down to his lips as well, only to see him take his bottom lip inward and bite upon it slightly as he continued to look at yours. That stirring sensation grew into a flame and if it had not been for the sound of your phone chiming in your back pocket, you were sure that you would have given those lips of his an open invitation to devour yours.

You both looked at each other, noticing that your faces had slowly gravitated toward each other, then you slowly began to lean back to where you began to take a step away when Ragnar's hand reached forward and took hold of yours, causing you to freeze. You stood there silently as his thumb gently caressed along the tops of your knuckles, though he reluctantly allowed you to pull away when the chiming began on your phone again. Clearing your throat, you reached into your back pocket, pulling out your phone as you turned away, gesturing for Ragnar to look at himself in the mirror with a wave of your free hand. You watched over your shoulder as he did so, then looked down at your unlocked phone screen to see the two messages that were waiting for you. Apparently you were needed at the museum, some kids messed with the Viking exhibit and the staff on duty had no idea how to fix it. You let out a large sigh as you brought your other hand up to your nose and pinched the bridge of it, closing your eyes in annoyance. Just how bad was it that they were calling you in on your day off? Yes, you had been on an excavation earlier today, but that was volunteer work, plus you loved it. A knot formed within your stomach at the thought of the entire exhibit being in disarray, until you heard Ragnar clear his throat and you turned to him. A grin formed on your lips when you saw that he was tugging at his collar with one of his fingers as he looked at you. "How do the men here find this comfortable?" You slid the phone back into your pocket and moved back over to him, reaching up and undoing the top most button. "It takes some getting used to, I'm sure. But the women folk here very much like a man that is dressed to impress." This was no lie, Ragnar looked incredible in a button down shirt and those nice fitting jeans.

"Would they not prefer a man with no clothes?" he asked, most likely on purpose, as he looked down at you again while you stood close. You did your best to hold back the color from rising in your cheeks as you looked up at him, then tilted your head a little to the side and gave a smile. "Of course, but it's much more fun to take our time in getting them out of them." You heard him let out a breath at what you said, but kept your facial expression the same as you then turned and headed to the door. You then turned back to him. "I have to run in to work, it may be a better idea for you to come with me. So you don't burn the place down." you said, giving him a smile and a wink before heading to your room. He moved to the doorway and leaned against it, watching you walk down the hall, your voice raising a little as you disappeared into your room and grabbed what you needed. "You should wear that while we are out, get used to how it feels. I'm sure it'll also draw a lot of attention." You came back out into the hallway, shoving your keys and phone into your small backpack and then putting it over your shoulder and looked at him. "Your hair though..." you reached up with one of your hands and gently used it to turn his face sideways so you could look at the tattoos along his skull, as well as the long braid of dreads that went down his neck. "...I suppose I can come up with an explanation?" There were more questionable hair styles out there these days, right? Ragnar raised his eyebrow at you as you stood there, still with her fingers holding onto his braid, to which you gave a shrug of your shoulders and then backed away.

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This...this was so much worse than you had imagined. Everything was tossed and torn, thrown almost to an entirely different exhibit. How on God's green earth did this happen? Where was security? How did some kids end up doing such damage? Where the hell had their parents been? Your hands had eventually made their way to your hair, taking fistfuls of it and clenching as you looked at the destruction before you, Ragnar by your side, confused, but also concerned that you were going to tear your lovely hair out. "Fuck..." you said under your breath as your hands finally fell to your sides. The viking ship was almost on its' side, how they had managed to do that, you were not sure. The funeral pyre was...all over the place. The viking mannequins were naked, their clothing thrown all over the place, one article of clothing you found had been torn almost in half. Ragnar moved forward, kneeling down to pick up pieces of a broken arrow that was upon the floor, he looked at them quietly. "Museum. This is a place for items from the past?" he asked as he continued to sift through the broken or dented items upon the floor. "Mm-hmm." you said as you walked over to one of the mannequins that had been knocked over and bent down to pick it back up and returned it to its upright position. "And yet someone has desecrated these items." he said, more of a statement, as he glanced over at you and saw the look upon your face as you went around the area. You didn't answer him, except to give a small nod of confirmation. "I should have brought my axe." he said under his breath angrily, as he looked away from you shaking his head.

As you stood there feeling helpless, Ragnar suddenly pushed himself up from his squatting position and turned to you. He moved closer to you and didn't hesitate to lift his hand up and tuck his fingers under your chin, which caused you to freeze. He tilted your face up to look at his and gave a smile, not a smirk. "Do not fret. I will help you make it right again." You stared up at him silently and then a small smile slowly spread across your lips and you nodded. "Thank you." you said quietly as he then let his hand drop from beneath your chin and he took a step back. "Is the boat in place where it should be?" he asked as he moved to look at it, running his hand along the bow of it as if he found it familiar, which he probably did. "No, it needs to be moved a bit more to the left. How a bunch of children managed to move it at all, is beyond me." you said as you came over to him and stood next to him. "This is a recreation of what archeologists believed viking boats and ships may have looked like, does it look correct?" Ragnar walked along side of it, continuing to run his hand and fingertips along the wood grain of the boat, pausing to inspect little details, notches in the wood, coloration. "It is close. But I fear that Floki, our best boat builder, would not be impressed." He said as he turned to you. "I see. What a shame that it was you and not him that traveled through time, to show us our errors." you said as you looked at him, eyebrow raised. He stared at you for a moment and then that smirk appeared on his lips, growing bigger to reveal some of his white teeth.

"I will push at this end, if you push up near the bow." he said as he moved to the stern of the boat. You went up to the bow and placed your hands against the wood and together you gently and slowly were able to push the boat back into the place you had had it before, thankful that it was on something that made it easier to move. Still, the fact that children were able to move it made you worried. Perhaps you ought to put more weight within the boat, or even anchor it down completely? The latter would probably be the better choice in order to avoid this happening again in the future, plus anchoring would be a decent safety precaution. Once the boat was back in place, the two of you went around the exhibit, picking up pieces of broken pottery and scattered weapons, which were thankfully dull. Ragnar bent down and picked up a long sword, holding the hilt in his open palm, inspecting the detail, then his fingers closed around it and he glanced over his shoulder to where you were, before he began to swing the blade around through the air. You couldn't help but watch as he did, the way the sword sung through the air despite how dull the blade was, the way Ragnar's face was held in concentration. The way that his muscles moved underneath the button down shirt he was wearing, the way that it seemed as if the sword was a mere extension of his arm and the flow of his movements was almost a dance. He finally stopped when the blade came close to striking a short, balding man that stood there with wide eyes, the tip of the blade near his face. Ragnar straightened his body quickly and took a step back, bringing the blade down to hang by his side.

Your eyes widened at this, considering the man before you was your boss and he swallowed hard, glancing at Ragnar before looking over at you. "Who is this?" he asked, tugging at his collar for a moment, trying to calm himself from having almost been struck by a sword. "I'm so sorry, this is..." you had to think fast, and come up with something believable. "...a friend from college." Yes, that could work. You could play off the ruse that he was a fellow archaeologist with a knack for viking history and lore, like yourself, and he was so enthusiastic about it that he also dressed the part of a viking. Thankfully, the name Ragnar was still being used today in Norway and other Scandinavian countries, so when you introduced him to your boss, he gave a nod. "Well, I suppose it is good to have another viking expert to aid in the clean up of this...mess." he said as he looked around, seeing that the two of you had already pretty much finished. "Huh." He said before he brought his hands upon his hips and then looked over at you. "I am sorry that this happened, I am afraid that parents these days simply do not raise their children right, and are too afraid to reprimand them. I made sure to ban them from the museum for the foreseeable future." You gave a small nod of your head and then your boss bowed out, telling you that you could take however long you needed to repair things, no matter the overtime or cost of anything and you gave a smile of thanks. He left the two of you standing there, Ragnar still holding the blade before he looked over at you and pointed it at you with a raise of his eyebrow and tilt of his head. "Why are these so dull? Should they not be sharpened to show more accuracy? A viking would sooner die than be seen in public with a dull blade."

"Safety reasons, of course. You never know when some idiot will come along and start swinging it, almost slicing someone's face off." you said, giving him a smirk. Ragnar pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked down the edge of the blade at you and then gave a chuckle and lowered it. "I suppose that is good reason." You moved forward and reached with your hand toward his, taking the blade from him gently and brushing your fingers against his as you did so. He looked down at you with those blue eyes of his and you just smiled up at him as you walked past him toward where the weapons used to hang upon the wall. The two of you finished placing all of the weapons back up on the wall, shields as well, and then it all came down to sweeping as well as figuring out how to mend some of the clothing. A few of the tunics had tears in them, but Ragnar stated that he could sew them if he had a needle and thread. "There may be a some in the utility closet, we can look since we need to get the broom out of there anyway." you said as you glanced around the exhibit and saw that it was looking close to how it had been before, albeit a few shirtless mannequins. You turned and headed away from the viking exhibit and toward the hallway that had the utility closet, bringing out your keys from your pocket and unlocking the door so you can go in. You stepped over the threshold and moved flicked on the light before going over to a shelf. The closet was incredibly tiny, even just two people inside would be a tight fit, and you began to turn to Ragnar to tell him to hang back outside in the hall when you came face to face with him. He had come into the closet as well and your eyes shot to the door behind him and you began to try to move past him, having to push against him with how little space there was. "No! Don't let it..." the door shut and you stood there pressed against it, your forehead slowly leaning forward against it. "...shut."

Ragnar moved toward you, pretty much pressing up against you from behind as he reached around you and tried to turn the handle. "It locks from the inside as well?" Doing your best to ignore the fact his body was against yours, you lifted your head from pressing against the door. "No. Something is wrong with the door knob, it wont turn on this side to get out. Maintenance was supposed to fix it weeks ago, but they still haven't, so we usually prop it open. It's been awhile since I have been in here, that I forgot." you said as you gave a sigh. Ragnar reached around you, his body still pressing against yours, and he gripped the door knob and attempted to turn it, finding that it was indeed true, it wouldn't turn in the slightest. Your eyes widened slightly when he then tried to push against the door, one arm on either side of your body as he did, which caused him to push against your back and his hips somewhat against your backside. "Um...you might have more luck if I move?" you said, which caused him to pause and you felt him slowly lean forward more to where his mouth was next to your ear. "And take all the fun out of it?" he said which caused your body to shiver slightly. Yet you found the will power to turn swiftly and duck under one of his arms, moving behind him instead. His eyes widened slightly with the suddenness of this maneuver, but he looked over his shoulder at you and smirked. He turned back to the door and used his strength to push against it, but it still didn't budge and he heaved a sigh, turning back to you. "It'll be okay, I can just call the director..." your hands patting the pockets of your jeans and then you closed your eyes in frustration. "My phone is in my locker in the break room."

"So we are trapped for awhile?" he said, taking a step toward you, for that was all he needed to to be right next to you again in this tiny closet. You nodded. "Until someone needs in here, and happens to have a key. Only a few people have a key for this closet." You sighed and turned and began to rummage in a box that was on the shelf you had been in front of earlier. No needle and thread that you could find, but perhaps the director would allow you to take the tunics home to fix. There was no use in banging on the door and calling for help, because it was after hours and the public was gone. You knew the director would probably be here for awhile longer, and he always did a routine walk about before leaving. All you would have to do is listen for his footsteps, which were easily discernible from the fact that he walked with a limp and a cane. "What do we do until we are free?" he asked, leaning back against the wall, which you did the same, on the opposite wall. The space between you was still limited, perhaps just a few inches shy of the length of a ruler between your bodies. "Just wait, I suppose. Wait and think. Or talk." He looked at you for a moment, then let his head fall back against the wall, still gazing at you though. "Thinking sounds nice." You smirked and let your head fall back as well, closing your eyes and letting out a soft sigh. "I suppose it is, depending on what you think about." About twenty minutes of silence passed by before you began to grow annoyed with the quiet. "So what are you thinking about?" you asked, your eyes still shut as you stood there. "When you were helping me with this shirt earlier today."

Your eyes opened and you looked at him as he stood there staring at you, then you felt your body tense and your breath catch in your chest when he pushed himself away from the wall and closed the distance between the two of you, his hand coming up against the wall next to your head. "What is it that you are thinking of, y/n?" You felt that shiver from earlier run through your body as his was once again ridiculously close to yours, looking up into his face to see that his eyes were slowly roaming over your face, flicking to your lips now and then like they had earlier today. You had been thinking of how long you were going to be stuck in here, since small spaces sometimes ended up causing you to panic. Yet now that he had told you what he had been thinking about, you found your mind drifting back to that moment too, even going farther back to when he had been shirtless and you knew that your face was probably flushing bright red right now. He moved even closer to you, to where his other hand suddenly went to your hip and his fingers dug in slightly as he brought his face closer to yours, but moved to where his lips were next to your ear again. He had such a boldness when it came to invading personal space, didn't he? "Something tells me that you are thinking about that too." You swallowed slightly and turned your face a little to look over at him as he kept his close. "I actually was thinking about when you didn't have a shirt on at all." you said in a whisper, which caused his eyes to snap to yours. He stared down at you and then you felt his grip tighten against your hip, slowly sliding up to your waist, his fingers having lifted the hem of your shirt while doing so. You gasped slightly when you felt his calloused fingertips brush against your skin and you looked up at him as he moved his body to where it was holding you gently against the wall. Ragnar then glanced down at your lips and you didn't hesitate to bite your bottom lip as you looked at his, like he had done before.

You were thankful that he was supporting you against the wall with his body, for when he saw you bite your lip, you heard him give a soft groan as he then leaned in and began to brush his lips against yours. You swore that you felt the tip of his tongue begin to slide across your bottom lip when suddenly the door opened and both of your faces snapped in that direction.

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