#talking about his slim/fit/muscled torso...

[spirk-trek]

i never had a problem with (and even kinda liked) aos until i started trying to read fanfic and every "tos" fic is secretly about chris pine and my brain has to reboot without warning

[27-roses]

Just a small random rant about Yassen and the casting for the series~

Something I love about the tv adaptation's change from the books, was the casting and description for Yassen. It was so different, and no matter what, I couldn't ever dislike it.

In the books, Yassen is described as having light blond hair, fair skin and an athletic build like that of a dancer. In the movie he has red hair and fair skin, again looking athletic but not exactly like how he is described in the books. However, in the tv series, he has dark hair, much more pigment, and his body looks, well, not perfect by standards. He has a normal looking appearance. Not rugged abs that you can see through his shirt or bulky muscles. Instead, he has toned arms but not that slim or thick. His torso is trim, but you can see the vaguest hint of a belly. Yassen isn't, by visual, some ripped, rugged assassin with a crazy build. Instead, he looks like an average person. He looks real. He looks like someone you would run into at a coffee shop on the way home from work. And I love this. I am not trying to shame or point out Thomas Levin's body in any negative way, but to embrace how he fits the role of Yassen. His normalcy in the role of such a complex and wonderful character is incredible, especially in season three when we get more domestic and personal scenes involving Alex and Yassen. It feels so much more believable and developed than if he were "model" perfect, if that makes sense.

I also want to point out how the current Yassen is different from the younger one. In addition to finding out what is expected of him, what he has to do, what he is capable of, what he is taught by John: we can also see how the world and his work changed him. By his mannerisms, we can see through just a few flashbacks the major differences. How he speaks is calmer, more like John in the fact that he is causal no matter the situation. He never shows people what he is really thinking through his tone or expressions apart from a few times when we almost catch a glimpse, and he stops himself (mainly when talking to Alex). He "knows his place." His confidence makes everyone stop in awe, uncomfortable, scared; unsure. Every inch of his body conveys his character in the smallest ways. I love it so very much. Hats off to those who did the casting. Hats off to Thomas Levin. Thank you for making one of my favorite characters even better.

[kyzellar]

I'm probably not the first one to think these but uhhh homestuck body type hc's i guess

Aradia:

Short and soft and round. I think she'd have a really feminine figure, all squishy and chubby and this is totally not me having a bit of a crush on her and projecting or anything

Tavros:

Always gets mistaken for younger than he actually is because of his small frame and babyface. He is budgy and a bit self conscious about it (dw bby you are perfect just the way you are <3)

After the accident his upper body grew larger and more muscle mass from wheeling himself around

Sollux:

His diet consists of doritos and energy drink, he has like the most stereotypical lol gamer body type. Literally just some nerdy dude.

Karkat:

The definition of manlet. Short king. he is a chiwawa of a troll. Surprisingly fit tho. He looks thin but it's all muscle when you touch him because he works out to compensate for being 150 tall. He just doesn't bulk up. Also he has the most upright posture known to man because he refuses to loose a single inch of his height. Manages to look down on you despite being 5 something.

Nepeta:

Athletic as fuck! She runs around all day fighting and taking down beasts + her diet consists of pure meat. She is on the shorter side. (still taller than karkat tho). I just imagine her like those olypian gymnastics

Kanaya:

She is tall and slim, not overly skinny tho. I think she is probably kinda awkward about her height so she crouches a little.

Terezi:

Stocky, I think she is medium height but her torso being square shaped makes her look shorter than she actually is. She literally looks like a rectangle.

Vriska:

A bitch with this much attitude has to be flat chested. Like you know the anime trope where flat girl always being really mean cos she is secretly insecure about being built like a plank of wood?? Yeah that. She is taller than average and 100% makes fun of any guy shorter than her for not being "man enough".

Equius:

STRONG . Like this guy is BUILT and the fact that he is somehow a vegetarian while looking like that?? He is tall and broad. Strong arms and shoulders. Also he probably has amazing posture like im talking army style straight shoulders puffed out chest legs straight the whole thing

Gamzee:

Lanky motherfucker. Would be the tallest one if he didn’t crouch like a fucking shrimp. Skinny in the most unhealthy way like does he even know what food is??

Eridan:

Built like a femboy. He is shorter than Gamzee and it pisses him off (despite still being taller than the rest of the group). He has got child bearing hips i just know it.

Feferi:

True swimmers body. She moves around all day in the water so i imagine that she would be really well toned and slender.

[megumri]

dilf!megumi headcanons

some headcannons for @dejwrites​ latest selfship prompt, thanks for doing these, they’re always so much fun!!

(link here for anyone else who wants to join)

Pairing: Megumi x Reader (f)

wc: ~1.25k

genre: fluff & smut

cw: unprotected vaginal sex, mirror sex, edging, cockwarming, cumplay, creampie, breeding kink, dacryphilia (if you squint), please let me know if I missed something

All characters are +21. Minors don’t interact. This is 18+ content.

Dilf!Megumi who always dresses comfortably and stylishly with single pops of color: low deep v-neck t-shirts, dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up and the top buttons undone, large chunky-knit sweaters, slim fitting slacks that hug his lean muscled frame, comfy joggers with an oversized tee and a fanny pack slung around his chest; who has a gold hoop on his cartilage and ears double pierced, a simple gold chain dipping down to his collarbone and monochrome tattoos littered tastefully along his arms.

Dilf!Megumi who deadpans everyone that isn't a child; who doesn't talk much about his work or himself; always going from place to place with a brisk intention; who is clearly a wealthy single father that provokes mystery and intrigue from the pta moms—especially when he contributes large donations to school trips and fundraisers.

Dilf!Megumi who allows their child independence and a voice even when other parents attempt to talk over them; who encourages their child to check-in with themselves before coming to any decision with a solemn sincerity, blatantly disregarding the impatience of other adults in the room.

Dilf!Megumi who is so soft and tender with his kid; who never denies them physical affection whether it be scooping them up into his arms so they can whisper into his ear, hold their hand as they walk through the hallways, or trail after them in an imaginative adventure; who answers all their questions with a soothing voice or an inquisition of his own to feed their curiosity; who never shies away from telling them he loves them with an innocent kiss to their forehead before sending them on their way.

Dilf!Megumi who always shows up early to soccer games, snacks in tow and tent gear thrown over his broad shoulders, his kid running to the field to greet your niece; who watches on fondly allowing space for relishing his child's friendships; who raises the tent efficiently on his own despite your attempt to help, because aren't you going to sit under it too?

Dilf!Megumi who doesn’t bring these things to be nice, but only for his kid to have a shaded and safe space to come back to so they can recuperate from their frenzied playing; who tends to any cuts and bruises with a travel-size first aid kit and draws the eyes of all the parents in his vicinity when he demonstrates stretches during small breaks, encouraging his child to do do the same.

Dilf!Megumi who leaves while the kids do their warm ups, texting you to meet at your usual spot while the moms form their own huddle, doing their best to “civilly” determine who will sit next to him today, their not so subtle debate reaching your ears as you make your way to the field house.

Dilf!Megumi whose lips are hot, wet, and demanding on yours as he crowds you toward the bathroom counter, his hands roaming your body squeezing and kneading the soft flesh of you, the hardness in his pants rubbing against your ass as he flips you around to face the mirror to whisper in your ear, "you wet for me baby?"

Dilf!Megumi that likes to place you on top of the counter on your knees, legs split, one arm curling around your torso and reaching up to grasp your breast, pulling you backwards to rest against his chest, the other wrapping around his leaking cock to position himself at your entrance, his lips perched on the shell of your ear tickling it with his shallow breaths.

Dilf!Megumi who edges you so thoroughly by sweeping the tip of his weeping head along your folds pressing so sweetly against your clit while whispering in your ear: "look at you panting and waiting for me, been thinking about this all week haven't you? want to feel me filling you up? look at the mess you're making all over the counter, gonna drip all over my cock too?"

Dilf!Megumi who makes you pant and cum quickly to release the building pressure in your hips and relax your legs a bit more, so you can sink lower on the counter, giving him the best angle to fuck into you; when he does finally slip inside you, he bumps right below your cervix hitting your o-spot with such precision all you can do is let your head fall back onto his shoulder and let out a wordless groan that bounces off the tile and reverberates down to the tips of your fingers that scrape along the edge of the counter for any form of stability. 

Dilf!Megumi who insists on watching the reflection of his cock disappear into your cunt as he rolls his hips into you in a smooth upward motion, your body rag-dolling over his, attempting to register the onslaught of sensations: his moans humming against your back, the tickle of his long eyelashes on the top of your helix, his lips pressing gentle kisses to your ear, his arm banded across your midsection in a firm hold, how he fills you up so perfectly—nudging exquisitely against all your most sensitive spots.

Dilf!Megumi who suddenly stops, watching your head loll to the side to meet his low-lidded gaze in the mirror; he swipes your stickiness upward to your clit and presses down harshly, gaze fixed on your legs spasming and hips jutting in weak provocation, you feel his dick twitch and clamp down around him, a short breathless laughter echoing out from his mouth as he blinks rapidly, his resolve dissipating into the humid air.

Dilf!Megumi who then combines the movement of his hands and hips—grinding into you with a singular focus: "cum for me baby, yeah-y-yeah keep squeezing me like that-hmph, want all those other moms out there to-ahh, wonder where we went and-d why you walk so-so carefully; want you to feel me trickle d-down your thighs for the-mmm, rest of the day." and when you vice around him, eyes shut, tears eeking out from the corner of your eyes, only then does he release hot cords of his seed with a sinful moan that you savor.

Dilf!Megumi who doesn't pull out immediately, but instead continues to massage your clit, encouraging your now gluey walls to convulse around him and wring every drop from his cock; your shared shallow pants filling the small space.

Dilf!Megumi who reluctantly glances at his watch and slides out of you; who swallows covetously at the thought of him slipping back in and making you a truly quivering mess, it's all too tempting…but the thought of you both here next week has him devoting a few minutes to scooping his cum that leaks from your puffy lips and pushing it right back in.

Dilf!Megumi who hooks his arms under your knees and slides you backwards off the counter, letting you lean on him—your weight a delicious cherry on top of the fucked out expression on your face; who wipes the tears from your eyes, cooing at you for doing so well and placing a chaste kiss against your lips before dressing you.

Dilf!Megumi who herds your sluggish body out the door for a drink of water while he wipes the counter, cleaning up the mixture of fluids that coat the surface; who passes you leaning against a wall in a feeble attempt to collect yourself with a mischievous smirk.

Dilf!Megumi who gets back just in time for the game to start and watch his kid; who only raises a brow at your delayed return to the serene shade of the canopy he erected, the other moms fussing over your absence, providing condescending testimonials of what you missed; you only nod and smile as you feel the warm mixture of your fluids drench your panties and watch your niece run back and forth across the field in a contented daze.

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[lubdubsworld]

Insatiable. ( Jungkook x Oc) Chapter 3

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x OC

Rating 18+

Genre : Vampire Au!!!! , DILF! Jungkook ! Bodyguard AU! Babysitter OC!   Age difference!!! [ bet you’ve never seen all of this in one fic before? ]

[ Some notes : Born Vampires stop aging when they turn twenty five.  Turned vampires stop aging when they’re turned. ]

Chapter 1   Chapter 2 

Chapter 3

“So, you guys looked pretty cozy in the garden.” Somi pursed her lips, disapproval evident on her sharp features as she watched me hop around, trying to pull the pantyhose up over the fleshiest part of my thigh. It was just a little past six thirty  and I already wanted the night to end. 

“He was telling me how he wanted me to have babies so his son could play with them.” I snapped. 

Somi blinked. 

“And uh..is he providing the baby batter?” She said drily and I laughed.

“I think..... he’s attracted to me.” I said dreamily, remembering the way he’d definitely gotten hard at breakfast this morning. 

“I mean, he’s a straight guy with eyes? Not surprising....” My sister grinned. 

“No, I mean... like actually physically attracted. I felt it too. it made me want to do something unholy with him.” I muttered, eyes misting over at the idea of being spread out on his bed. Satin sheets underneath my body, the weight of his body on mine. 

“He’s a vampire. Pretty sure anything you do with him is unholy.” She winked. I sighed, running a hand over my face. 

“Are you sure this is the way to go? “ I glanced at the robin blue off shoulder gown. I was wary of drawing attention to my neck, especially with a Kim. 

“It’s beautiful. Besides, it is your color. I want to see the look on Jungkook’s face when he sees you. Want to see him regret all his life choices.”

“i thought you didn’t approve of him.” i said amused. 

“I didn’t at first. But then you told me he rejected you and well, no one does that to my baby sister,” She glared and I hugged her close, placing a kiss on her forehead. 

I hesitated.

“Would it be too terrible if I tried to seduce him?” I bit my lips.

Somi’s eyes widened. 

“Sera...”

“Just hear me out.” I said urgently. 

She sighed. 

“Somi, I’ve never been with a man. I just... I can’t get married as a virgin ..I absolutely refuse to. And I sure as hell don’t want to give it up to one of these pompous little brats who act like utter douchebags.  So what am I supposed to do? Now, Jungkook ..” I paused, taking a deep breath to steady my pulse which raced every time I thought about him,. “ ...he’s...he’s so gentle. And nice and I just... I think he’ll make it good for me.”

I felt my face flame, half certain there was steam coming out of my ears. 

Somi looked slightly slack jawed. 

“Oh..um.. okay.” She laughed nervously. “ And how are you goig to get him to agree to this?” 

“Beg? ....  I don’t know...” I groaned. “ What do you think?”

Somi hesitated. 

“I think, for now you should concentrate on showing him that you’re not a child. So , do well tonight. At the dinner. Be polite courteous ... make good conversation... he’s going to be nearby right? Let him see you as an equal... I think he needs to trust that you guys are on equal footing before he will consider anything more ....”

I stared at her, my mind racing.

“You’re right. You’re absolutely right.” I kissed her again.  “i love you. Now get my make up on.”  I said excitedly. 

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For all that I wanted Jungkook to be slack jawed when he saw me, it was my own jaw that came unhinged when I opened the door to the hallway at exactly 7.00 PM

I stared, my eyes literally popping out of their sockets when i took in the absolute fucking  vision  he looked like. 

Tight, fitted leather pants that molded to his legs , putting those deliciously muscled thighs on display, so tight on his crotch that my mouth watered . A dark belt, cinched tight around his ridiculously slim waist and he’d paired it with a  blue silk shirt , that flowed around his torso like water. A thin black and blue striped tie hung around his neck, knotted loose and the end brushing past his waistline and a small silver earring dangled from his earlobes, catching the light of the lamp in the hallway. 

My throat went dry as I stared at him. 

And then i squinted. 

Oh God, was that a   nipple?

Nope. Not doing this today . 

 “Please excuse me!” I said hoarsely, voice cracking and face flushing red as I turned right back around , wrenched the huge oak door open and all but flew into the safety of my room before  slamming the door shut in his face. 

I sank to the floor in a heap, pressing a palm to my heart, trying to calm my pulse which had shot up so much. Somi stared at me from where she was putting away her cosmetics, eyebrows raised in surprise,. 

“What’s wrong?” She asked worried. 

“I think I just came untouched.” I whispered, staring at her with wide eyes.

Her eyes widened and her lips twisted in disgust.

“Oh my god, you horny little pervert!!! Get up from the floor, you’re wrinkling the dress!!”

I breathed rapidly, trying to get my brain to function but the sight of Jeon Jungkook’s nipples covered only by a thin silk shirt was burned into my mind. 

i had never wanted to lick something so bad. 

The knock on the door made me jump.

“Sera? Are you alright?” Jungkook’s voice called from the corridor and I whimpered. 

“I can’t do this... Please... i can’t.... don’t make me..” I begged. 

My sister gave me a glare and stalked over grabbing my arm and dragging me up with ease. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s not like you’ve never seen Jungkook before, how hot could-” She pulled the door open and froze in place, her eyes going wide as saucers, lips parting in surprise as she stared at Jungkook.

“ Fuck me ..” She whispered softly, clearly having lost all her senses at the sight of him. I elbowed her hard, trying not to burst into tears.  .

Jungkook frowned.

“Excuse me?” 

“Nothing!! Nothing...she’s just excited that I’m finally dating again!!” I laughed cheerfully. 

Jungkook glanced between the pair of us, a small frown on his face but he didn’t question me further.

“Should we go?” He prompted and I smiled, wide. 

 Just don’t look at him. Don’t look at him and you’ll be fine.

I kept my gaze straight ahead as we walked down the corridor. 

“You look nice.” He commented casually and I swallowed.

“You look.....” decadent...like the kind of dessert I’d be tasting for hours... please let me lick your nipples...”.different.” I squeezed my eyes, willing myself to calm down but it was impossible. I swelled and ached in all the wrong places and my thighs trembled with the effort not to rub them together. My insides clenched, arousal dampening the bikini briefs I had on and i had to bite my lips to resist the urge to climb him like a tree and grind down on his thighs till I came. 

 fuck. 

“ Your father mentioned that it would be better if i blended in with the other patrons. He thinks it would make your date more comfortable if I didn’t hover around in black like a ghoul. “ He laughed. 

“ Ahahahahah....” i laughed shrilly, barely listening to a word he said because I was having a mental breakdown. 

I glanced to the front of his chest again, a quick sharp glance and yup.....those were certainly a pair of nipples, the nub hard and obvious through the silk of his shirt. 

Jungkook left to get the car and i stood at the entrance to the mansion, shivering lightly. The small fur throw i had on my shoulder was more for decoration than to keep warm and the night was chilly. 

By the time Jungkook brought the black Bugatti around, I was shaking. 

“Ooh... That’s a fancy car.” I commented , heart racing with how handsome he looked, gripping the steering wheel and he smiled. 

“It’s Namjoon’s . I thought you’d like to arrive in style today.” He grinned. 

I climbed in quickly, eager to get out of the biting wind. The interior was warm and cozy and i moaned, relaxing into the seats. 

“You look really good.” He said again, gaze flitting over me with a little more intent and I blushed. 

“You mentioned.” I whispered. 

“I see you in those godawful t shirts and stained jeans all the time and you’re usually just cleaning  spill ups or washing baby bottles  at the daycare so i keep forgetting .” He shook his head, thoughtfully, fixing the mirrors and glancing back. 

“Forgetting what?” i asked confused. 

“That you are literally the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” 

He said it casually, no fervent ardor behind his words . 

Just a matter of fact observation and somehow, the words felt like liquid heat being poured into me. 

it stuck me then, that I would give my entire life and soul to be on this date with Jungkook. To have dinner with him, to listen to him talk about himself. To tell him everything about myself. To just sit there, staring into his gorgeous face. Hold his hands over the dinner table and gaze into his eyes. 

 I’m so in love with you. 

“You’re not so bad yourself.” I said softly. 

“Yeah? I clean up good, don’t I?” He tilted his head, hair falling into his eye as he winked at me , a small smirk on his cherry red lips. 

I glanced away quickly, because staring at Jungkook was like staring into the fucking sun. 

staring at him made my eyes hurt. 

And it also broke my heart. 

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“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Sera....” Mingyu had a very familiar look on his face. A hungry, lustful , disbelieving look that I was altogether familiar with. 

I managed a weak smile in return, letting him hug me , wincing when he buried his nose into my neck, breathing in my scent like he was starving. And the honest truth was, I didn’t even blame him . Control came with age and Mingyu was way too young to have full control over his instincts. And I knew exactly what my scent did to a vampire’s instincts. 

But still, the grip on my waist was bruising and I was having a hard time breathing. I tried to push him away , a bit but Mingyu merely moaned, nosing in deeper.

“You smell amazing.” He sounded punch drunk . 

Over his shoulders, I caught Jungkook’s gaze as he sat at the table next to us. He was frowning deeply. 

“You okay?” He mouthed and I nodded.  it was way too early to pull the plug on this. We hadn’t even sat down for dinner yet. 

I grabbed the arm around me hard and dug my nails into the skin. That made him recoil, pulling away with a wide eyed look of horror on his face. 

“Oh.,..Oh God... I’m so sorry.. I didn’t mean too... I’m so sorry...” he apologized over and over again but I could see the way his eyes flashed red, every few seconds. His hands trembled and shook like he couldn’t wait to get them on me again and my skin crawled at the very prospect of it. 

The guy had zero control. He couldn’t keep his shit together for a dinner date in public. 

My mind flashed to Jungkook, how he’d barely batted an eyelash even while he was  literally  drinking from me and by contrast Mingyu looked like a snot faced, sniveling brat , desperate to have something he wasn’t entitled too. 

I sighed in defeat, tamping down the urge to cry. 

I hated this. Hated men like Mingyu who couldn’t see past what I was. Who couldn’t think past the idea that they would finally be able to drink from me, if they got me on a date. 

“It’s alright. Should we order?” I said softly, my voice shaking just a little. i jumped when water spilled over my hands, Mingyu having knocked his glass over while reaching for the menu. 

“Oh..Oh no.. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry...” He stood up, trying to grab the glass but the water had already spilled across the table dripping over the edge to my dress.

My brand new, Dior dress. 

I turned, letting my  horrified, miserable eyes flit  to Jungkook.

I blinked, shocked at what I was seeing. 

Jungkook was laughing, hard. 

I fought the urge to grin myself as he grinned, shaking his head in disbelief, fingers pressed against his lips in sheer disbelief. 

Well, I suppose it was a little funny. 

Mingyu was on his feet, bowing over an over again muttering about how beautiful I was and how sorry he was and I decided to put him out of his misery. 

Standing up, I bowed politely and stepped away. 

“Mingyu ssi.... I think we should postpone this to another day.” I said gently.

He glanced at me, his eyes flashing red again and gaze dropping to my neck. Oh, for god’s sake. 

“Can I have a taste though?” He said hopefully, holding a hand out to touch me and I flinched when his fingers closed on my wrist. .He yanked hard and I shrieked when his fangs came out, ready to sink into my skin.  

Jungkook materialized between us like he’d been conjured out of thin air. He grabbed Mingyu’s wrist, squeezing till the younger boy howled in pain and yanked him back so hard I heard something pop in his shoulder. . 

“Hands to yourself, Young Mr. Kim. I believe the lady said she would like to call it a night.” Jungkook growled into his face and Mingyu flushed. 

“Yes..Yes of course.. As you wish, Ms. Hwang. Can I have your number? “ He whispered and oh god, this was just so excruciatingly embarrassing for everyone right now.. 

Jungkook stared down at him like he was an insect he’d accidently stepped on. 

“You have to the count of five to get the fuck out of here kid.” He said drily. 

Mingyu flushed even redder, bowing to me once more before grabbing his jacket and scarpering away. 

I stared after him, completely stunned. 

“Can you believe he’s going to be a lawyer?” I whispered. 

Jungkook’s eyes met mine. 

We both started laughing at the same time.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“This can’t be real. I refuse to believe, that what I witnessed was real.” Jungkook shook his head in disbelief as we waited for the valet to bring the car around.

I chuckled.

“You know what's actually unbelievable?  But true?” I said softly. 

Jungkook stared at me, eyebrows raised. 

“That is actually,  not  the worst first date I’ve had.” I admitted , grimacing. 

“Oh good god. “ He flinched. 

The valet arrived and I watched Jungkook head over to the driver side, before climbing in myself. I scrubbed the water stains on my dress after putting on the seat belt. Jungkook reached over, fixing something on my side of the dashboard and I held my breath as his shoulders brushed my breasts, the scent of his cologne filling my brain and turning it to mush. 

“so, what happened?” He asked settling back and I blinked. 

“huh?”

“Worst first date?” He prompted , pulling the car out into the driveway. 

“Oh... oh yeah. Freshman year of college. Agreed to date one guy...turned up at a hotel, he had three of his friends over.” I swallowed. “ They nearly killed me.”  

The car nearly veered off the pathway, Jungkook having gripped the steering wheel too hard and jolted it to the side.  

“Sera-  what? The sheer horror in his voice was palpable. 

“ They wanted a taste and I was an idiot back then I said okay just a taste for each of you...they were young...couldn’t control themselves .... so they just get drinking and well, I can usually let someone drink from me for a long time because my blood it sort of regenerates fast enough but...three people at the same time... I almost got exsanguinated.” 

“Jesus fuck.! tell me those bastards are dead...” He snarled. 

“My dad got them de-fanged.” I whispered. Jungkook flinched away as well. Being de-fanged was pretty much a death sentence because you couldn’t feed anymore. 

“Serves them right. Three of them...what the fuck.” Jungkook shook his head, jaw clenched. 

i swallowed.

“It’s kind of why I haven’t been with any Vampires. After that my dad got really protective of me and well, he doesn’t like the idea of me meeting  strangers. I was actually pre med back then. I couldn’t handle it. I quit and well, dad hired tutors for me and I got my degree in Childcare. And that’s okay. I love kids..” I laughed.

“You’re amazing with them. I’ve never seen Joowon this happy.” He said gently. 

“Its why I prefer staying with the clan. Only my family gets to feed from me occasionally because I don’t trust strangers to bite me, because they could lose control.”

The moment I said it, I regretted it. Jungkook’s eyes bore into me and i knew exactly what he was thinking. I didn’t trust people. Didn’t let anyone drink from me. 

And yet, I’d let Jungkook drink from me. He wasn’t family. He wasn’t even a friend. 

But he didn’t bring it up. instead he just sighed. 

“It’s not an excuse, you know. “ Jungkook said softly.

“Hmm?”

“Being young, its no excuse.  I’m not a born vampire which makes my instincts more potent and even dangerous but even in the first few months when I was turned... I never attacked anyone. Self control is a choice. That dude you met today... I doubt he gave a shit about you. Bastard just wanted a taste.... Could fucking see it in his eyes.” Jungkook sounded righteously upset on my behalf. 

“Now you know why I’m attracted to you.” I said softly. 

Jungkook froze. 

“Sera, -”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” I said quickly, hating myself. 

Jungkook didn’t reply. 

Cursing myself for ruining the mood, I cleared my throat.

“I still don’t have to be home for a couple of hours. We could go somewhere else...” I suggested softly.

Jungkook gave me a small smile.

“I’m your bodyguard, Sera. If you choose to go somewhere , I’m kind of obligated to follow you.” He reminded me. 

I flushed.

“Right.....yeah...yeah. of course.” I stumbled over the words, so reminiscent of Mingyu that I felt a little sick. 

“So where to, Ms. Hwang?” He said casually. 

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“People can’t stop staring at us tonight .” Jungkook grumbled, glaring at a couple who had stopped their bicycles, just to gawk at him.

I laughed, tugging on his sleeve to pull him to a more secluded spot of the river bank, both of us looking distinctly out of place in a crowd of people dressed in comfortable clothes. 

 I hugged myself, watching the waves lap the river bank as I sat on a rickety wooden bench, a few dozen feet away from the water’s edge . The river looked especially picturesque today, reflecting the incandescent lights from Seoul’s skyline. 

“It’s because we’re dressed like we’re presenting at the Oscars.” I grinned at him and Jungkook’s lips quirked in a small smile. He stood by, glancing around at the people watching by, occasionally at the river as well. 

“This is nice. Do you come here often?” He asked , eyes skimming the city’s skyline , as he stuck his hands into his pockets. 

I hummed. 

“Sometimes. With Somi or Jimin. They like those ice lollies you get down the road.”  I smiled. “ I brought the kids here one weekend and they had a lot of fun.” 

Jungkook laughed.

“I bet they did. I should bring Joowon here someday.” He said thoughtfully. 

“ I could pack you guys some lunch.  Make it a picnic. “ I suggested and his gaze shifted to me thoughtful. 

“That won’t be necessary Ms. Hwang. I’m sure one of the cooks will be able to do it.” He said evenly and I tried not to let the words sting. 

“Of course.” I turned back to the river. 

For a few minutes we didn’t say anything. 

“Where were you? Before moving to Seoul?” I asked quietly. 

Jungkook hesitated before moving around to settle next to me on the bench. 

“Busan.” He said , staring out into the distance. “ I worked for a warlock there . For five decades nearly. His daughter was part vampire , part witch and well... I was lonely. “ His face showed a whole lot of regret, “ She had Joowon five years ago and tried to offer him as a blood sacrifice or something when he was born.” He grimaced. 

“She what?” I said stunned. 

He ran a palm over his face

"I didn’t want to do it but I had to kill her. Joowon was three months old and well, I had to quit my job soon after. Moved to one of the smaller villages nearby. Your father paid for my food and lodging. He wanted me to come over to the clan at once but I didn’t want to be a freeloader. When your father suggested you needed protecting, i thought it would be a good way to pay him back for everything.” He sighed. 

“Did you know who I was?” 

He gave me a look.

“Every Vampire with a dick knows who you are.” He said ith a dry smile and I flushed, looking away. 

“Jungkook...”

“The most desirable of humans. The perfect mate. The unsullied jewel of the Hwang clan.” 

He was laughing now, eyes warm and fond in the fading light of dusk and I found myself completely bewitched. 

“Unsullied....” I shook my head. “ I can’t believe people know I’m a virgin.” 

Next to me Jungkook went completely still. 

I turned to him and there was no mistaking the stunned look on his face. 

“What?!” I said feeling like my face was on fire. “ I told you I’ve never been with a Vampire.” 

“I didn’t think you meant... “ He stopped, swallowing. “ Anyways its none of my business. Let’s talk about something else.” 

Something wicked began to stir inside me.

“I’m saving it for the right man.” I said softly. And then I turned to stare right at him, long enough to get the point across. 

He stiffened a bit more.

So i barreled on. 

“These bumbling fools who can’t string two words together in my presence....They don’t deserve someone like me, don’t you think?” I prompted. 

He swallowed again and I felt a sort of vindictive satisfaction. Just knowing that I affected him possibly just as much as he affected me. It soothed my bruised ego a bit, the way he refused to meet my eyes now, making up for his brutal rejection earlier. . 

“I deserve someone amazing, don’t you think Jungkook?” I pressed on and he finally looked at me, eyes blazing. 

“Only the best for you, princess.” He muttered  holding my gaze. and I tried to ignore the way the nickname made warmth bloom all over my skin. 

“Yes. Only the best. I don’t want any of these younglings with their fumbling hands and stammering words. I want a  man. Someone who knows how to put me  in my place.” 

Jungkook gripped the bench hard the old wood splintering under his strength and I bit my lips. 

“Someone who can be gentle, show me what I’ve been missing out on. Show me how good it can be with the right person, who can get me wet and wanting without even touching me...” 

He exhaled sharply at that 

“We should probably get-” he moved to get up but i was quicker. . 

Not so fast, Mr. Jeon. 

I scrambled over to him, climbing his lap and grinding down on him, before he could fully realize what I was doing. The impact took him by surprise and he grunted, settling back on the neck and hands gripping my thigh to stop me from toppling over. 

“Sera-what” he looked furious but i pressed a palm to his mouth. 

“Are you going to pretend you don’t understand what I’m asking for?” I demanded, heart pounding against my ribcage as I looped his tie over the wrist of my other hand, once , twice, giving it a yank so he had to bend over, his lips inches away from mine. 

“And exactly what are you asking for, princess ?” He whispered, his breath warm against my lips.

“A teacher. Someone who can show me the ropes.” 

“Ropes? For your first time....oh baby, you sure?” His eyes danced with mirth. 

Not entirely sure what he was implying, I just stared back at him.

“You can do it. You can be my  first. “ I brushed my lips against his, softly. it was barely a touch, hardly a kiss. 

Jungkook stared at me, his hands lightly squeezing my thighs  for one second, before falling to his sides again. 

“The only first I’m going to be,  is the first man to toss you into a fucking river, if you don’t get off me right now , Princess.” He said casually. 

I stared at him, refusing to budge and he stood up anyway 

i yelped, nearly landing on my butt before i managed to catch my balance. 

He made to walk away but i grabbed his arm, pulling him close. And it was ridiculous, the fact that he came closer, the fact that he let me grab his wrist, bring them up to my waist. 

“Please kiss me.” I begged. 

“You don’t want this.” He said softly, hands rising up to brush the hair off my forehead and I gripped his shoulders levering myself up to press a kiss to his lips.

It was quick, over before it even began. 

“That’s the only kind of kiss I’ve ever had. “ I said desperately “ It was a boy in college. He kissed me like that and then he asked me if he could bite me. I refused and he never talked to me again....”

“Sera...” He looked stricken and miserable and I let my fingers flutter to his collar, gripping it hard and yanking on it, feeling angry and upset and altogether miserable. 

How ridiculous...that men all over the country tripped over themselves to be with me and yet here I was, reduced to a pathetic begging mess just for one measly kiss from this man..... 

 “ I want to be kissed. I don’t know how it feels to be kissed..to be wanted for something other than the blood that flows in my veins.... I just want someone to kiss me because they want to...because I’m beautiful and precious and i deserve to be kissed and -” 

Fingers clamped over my arms, gipping me hard and almost lifting me off the ground as Jungkook pulled me up, my eyes fluttering shut just as his lips closed over mine, soft and tender and warm and wet and so delicious I couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out. 

I let my hands fall to his chest, the soft smooth silk of his shirt felt like heaven underneath my fingers and through the thin fabric i could feel his heart, pounding against his ribcage. I ran my fingers over his torso, the strong muscles flexing beneath my fingers and my fingers crept up to grip his upper arm, the coiled strength in his bicep making my legs quiver. 

He tasted like mint , his tongue licking the seam of my lips and begging entrance and my lips parted in surprise, the sensation so new and electrifying. 

I gasped when I felt his tongue tangling with mine as he pressed in closer. I groaned , almost forgetting to breathe when Jungkook’s  lower lips brushed mine, his teeth tugging the plump flesh of my lips harshly , biting down gently and my lips parted, giving him better access. He was so warm and strong and big and  i couldn’t get enough of him, my body wanting nothing more than to stay pressed against his for the rest of our lives. 

He used slow, subtle strokes of his tongue to taste me, gentle licks that made my head swim and it felt like I was drowning, in the heady taste of him . I felt weak as a kitten, my fingers scrambling up to grip his hair, tangling in the silky black locks, gripping to ground myself and i accidentally yanked a little too hard making him pull back, a little. 

 He laughed gently, right against my lips, the sound sexy and arousing and I groaned, chasing the taste of him and Jungkook obliged, nipping my lips again with his teeth , soft little pin pricks of pain and pleasure,  before laving the abused skin with his tongue. His hand came up to cup my cheek, holding me in place as he kissed me deeper . 

 I could feel myself go weak in the knees, stumbling into him and he wrapped one arm around my waist holding my body up as he nibbled and teased and drove me insane with his touch. 

Jungkook’s hand slipped, from my cheek, down to my neck, his fingers brushing back and forth on my bare shoulder before moving down, lightly gently brushing my breast . 

I melted, gasping as he shaped the swell of my breast with his hand, thumb rubbing gently against the tip till my nipples pebbled up and I felt a sob build up, pulling away from him to catch my breath, gripping him hard and burying my face in his shoulders, overwhelmed and shaking. 

“Darling... you alright?” Jungkook whispered, hands reaching up to stroke the back of my head and i clung to him, wrecked. 

“Please don’t let me go.” I panicked when he made to move away and he froze at once, drawing me closer, hugging me tighter.

“I’m right here princess. You’re going to be okay.” His voice rumbled through my body and I willed myself to stop shaking but i couldn’t. 

“What did you do to me...?” I asked hoarsely, my body thrumming. 

He laughed, voice low and tinkling. 

“I kissed you. You begged me to kiss you and I obliged.” He teased. 

I shook my head against the fabric of his shirt, clutching his waist harder. 

“That was not a kiss.” I snapped. “ That was...That was....attempted murder.”  

 Jungkook laughed harder at that, 

“Take deep breaths, darling. Relax.... You’re going to be okay. Just catch your breath you’ll be fine.” He kissed the top of my head, gentle and fond and I closed my eyes. 

“I need a few more minutes.” I said softly. 

“ I’m right here. “ He whispered. 

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Jungkook turned the car off and we both sat in the silence, staring straight ahead into the murky waters of the river. I was still in shock, my brain rendered entirely useless from one single kiss.

 He had kissed me senseless. 

 Literally. 

“I can’t give you what I want.” He said gently. 

I bit my lips.

“I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give.” I whispered. 

He made a sound, a sharp little exhale.

“Fuck, Sera...you’re killing me.” He swore. 

I clenched my fists. I was so scared, that this would be yet another rejection and I just knew that I couldn’t live without his kisses. Not now, when I knew just how amazing they were. 

“I’m serious. I... I won’t ask you to court me or do any of that serious stuff. Just.. Just want you to touch me. Keep touching me. And kissing me. ” I finished stupidly. 

Jungkook laughed a little.

“God, you’re so young... I feel like the worst kind of man for wanting this so fucking much.” 

I felt my heart soar at that. it was the first time he’d acknowledged wanting me and i reveled in it. 

“If we’re going to do this, I need you to understand exactly what you’re getting into.” He said softly. 

I felt my heart begin to pound, a steady thrum that was so loud in my ears that I couldn’t fathom how he couldn’t hear it. 

“This is going to be physical. Only physical. I don’t want you to dream of something that isn't going to happen. “ He said sternly. 

I nodded. 

It sounded like a recipe for a disastrous heartbreak but if i could get more kisses like the one I’d just had.... well, maybe I could deal with it when it happened. 

“I’m the one who gets to decide when , where and how.” He turned to look at me and I met his gaze. “ i won’t have you trying to climb me in the mansion in front of everyone.” 

i flushed. 

“Fine. “ I snapped. 

“You don’t stop meeting your potential suitors. You don’t turn them down without cause.” 

I groaned.

“Jungkook...” i began but he held a hand up. 

“Not all of them are going to be incompetents fools, Sera. There’s a guy out there good enough for you. “ He insisted ,  “  I’ll warm your bed till you find him, because you’re beautiful and I’m fucking weak” He shook his head, laughing without mirth, “ but... I won’t have you ruining your chances of making a worthy match. “ 

I nodded. 

“Alright. Anything you say.” 

He gave me another long look before starting the car. 

“Okay. My room, tomorrow. After 11.00PM. Wear something I can take off easily.” He said drily. 

I felt the grin creeping into my face, wide and shameless and he groaned. 

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Author’s Note : Jeon Junkook ssi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A chapter inspired entirely by jeon jungkook’s nipple in that blue shirt. 

[darkorderaf]

125,26 drabble (if possible smut) with OC🍊

Ty if you do this i love your works ♥️

Ooooh, yes! Thank you so much for the kind words. <3 I did indeed make it spicy; hope you enjoy!!

Pairing: Orange Cassidy x OFC. Prompts: “Save some for me.” “Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!” Rating: M. Warnings/Content: Smut! Word Count: 1,981.

(I don’t own gif; credit to hanakimura!)

Sharing a room with Orange Cassidy was relatively uneventful. He functioned off of keeping it casual, taking it easy. And she did too, for the most part. Her and Cass had always been close, even from the early days. She would go so far as to call him one of her best friends and he would just nod if he ever got asked about it.

She didn’t know when the change happened, when her completely platonic thoughts shifted to something decidedly not in the same lane. Or area code.

Maybe it was the time the both of them had way more shots than they should have and they shared the same bed. Completely platonically, of course, but they had never shared a bed before then. When she woke up the following morning, hungover and mouth dry as a desert, she felt him stir under her. His skin was against hers, the lean muscle of him both relaxed yet firm. His hand on her hip.

Her leg had been tossed over his trim waist, her head comfortably in the crook of his shoulder. She didn’t know what to do. Both of them slept in their underwear regularly and they had seen each before in just that, it wasn’t weird. They were just that comfortable with each other. But this was...different. All she could do was stare at him in quiet horror. Horror that dissipated into a heat-driven appreciation as she looked at him. The v of his slim hips, the defined muscles that contracted with each breath, the perfect stubble that framed his perfect mouth. She wondered at how he felt against her and under her, then wondered about him maybe even on top of--

She had pulled away from the proverbial stovetop that was Orange Cassidy and fled to the bathroom.

Oh no.

Her best friend was hot.

They never talked about it. Ever since then, she tried to keep it casual. Take it easy. Tried to ignore the way her heart raced at the sight of him or how she had to press her thighs tight together when she stood outside the ring, being the supportive best friend that she was. They still shared a room and they kept their separate beds. That worked just fine, just what they were used to. She chalked it up to a brief wave of hormones and that was it. She was totally fine and totally not thirsting after her best friend.

Jokes on her, her brain had different plans.

Not but a day later, the dreams started.

The ones where Orange pulled her in the ring and taught her a different kind of submission. Or showed her how to turn it back around on him. The ones where he caught her pleasuring herself and told her “save some for me” before he took her slick fingers into his mouth like it was the easiest thing. The ones where they fit together so well, she woke up with her toes curled and a silent scream of pleasure in her throat. The ones where he slipped his sunglasses onto her as she rode him, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watched her breasts bounce.

All they were were dreams and when she woke up, she took care of herself in the shower and did her best to shove it to the farthest corner of her brain. It was entirely inappropriate and he was her best friend and he totally didn’t see her that way. She pushed the way that made her heart inexplicably clench and ache to the back of her mind too.

A squeaky hotel bed frame narced on her.

She was in a deep sleep, her mind back in that dreamscape where she opened up for Orange and he murmured to her. Murmured to her how good she felt, how he could feel her squeezing him when he fucked into her just right. How they should have done this ages ago and she moaned in agreement.

Orange was a heavy sleeper. Everyone knew that. But it could take him longer than the average bear to fall asleep. Especially when he listened to the way his best friend thrashed in the opposite bed and the bedframe wouldn’t stop squeaking. Was it a nightmare? She seemed to be having a lot of those lately. Sometimes he heard his name. His dreams were getting more intense too. He never asked about hers and never brought up his. Maybe he should have.

He rolled onto his side to look at her. Her sheets were halfway down her body and sweat made her shirt cling to her torso. He ignored the way he could make out the silhouette of her hard nipples, instead focused on the way she breathed and how her face contorted. Tried to ignore the way he could feel himself getting hard just at the sight of her so breathless.

He didn’t know when that had started. Maybe when she pressed herself right against him that night they got too drunk and mouthed sleepily against his neck that she loved him, that he was her best friend and she was so lucky to have him for a best friend. Pressed against him so tight he could feel all of her. He didn’t look at her like a best friend when the morning light started to bleed into their room. He felt awful for it and when she shot out of the bed in the morning, he thought he might be able to breathe easier about it. It was just a one-off flash of hormones.

Who was he kidding?

“Hey,” he called. She didn’t respond. He shoved the sheets off his body and threw his legs over the side. Maybe they could switch beds or he could talk her out of her nightmare. He stood up with a sigh and crossed the small space between their beds. His hand hovered over her bare shoulder. “Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep.”

“Cass…”

The sound of her heated, desperate voice shot straight to his groin and he bit the inside of his cheek.

“Right here. You’re loud. Are you ok--” He paused when his eyes ran over her body. Traced the path of her arm under her sheets and the movement that disturbed the sheets over her. Hear the sound of slick as she worked herself. Heard the way she begged him please. Oh fuck. “Wait...Are you...What?!”

His hand went to her shoulder, squeezed it, and that snapped her out of her trance. That and his raspy panic. They stared at each other in the dim light of the hotel room, their eyes wide and chests heaving. She slipped her hand out from under the blanket and he nearly groaned at the sound of her panty’s elastic waistband snapping against her skin. The dim light caught the slick on her fingers and they continued to stare at each other.

She wanted to vanish. Maybe call Freddy Krueger to pull her through the mattress and murder her because fuck, how were they going to get past this?

“Cass, I’m so sorry,” she fumbled out, unsure of what to do with her hand or the brink of orgasm she was quickly pulling away from. Her eyes burned in embarrassment and frustration. He knew. He totally fucking knew. “I can get a different room and we can just avoid each oth--’

“I have them too,” he said, far more calm than she was. She blinked at him. “Wet dreams.”

“Cass, this is different. This is weird and gross and god, how can you look at me?”

“About you,” he sat down and the mattress squeaked. His desperate, breathy, frustrated tone froze her. “They’re about you.”

In a moment of panic, she tried to wipe her hand off on her shirt but Orange’s long fingers around her wrist made her pause. He muttered don’t and leaned forward. Didn’t break eye contact with her as his lips hovered over her skin.

“Can I taste you?”

His question burned straight through to her pussy and she clenched her thighs. His words stunned her. All she could do was nod. Slowly, his tongue prodded her slick fingers and wrapped around the digits as he pulled them into his mouth. He took his time cleaning her fingers and when he was finished, he sat back up.

“That was one,” he said, his voice strained. She watched how he palmed himself through his pajama pants and she tried to sit up. Pink stained his cheeks, his neck. Made his lips all the more appetizing. “There’s been...a lot.”

“Do you…” She paused. It was hard to breathe. “Should we, um, talk about them? The dreams.”

“Nah,” he said. Orange offered her his hand and she took it. He pulled her over to his bed, one hand on her ass and the other on her hip. His heavy tone, accentuated by his heavy-lidded eyes and the way his hands slid under her shirt to feel her hot skin, convinced her. Left her worries in a pile of ash. “Wanna show you.”

He took his time pulling her to him. Took his time learning her lips, mapping them out with his own. The bed was quiet when he pushed her thighs apart and tasted her fully. She sighed his name, almost screamed it when his fingers slid inside her and crooked just right. He liked the sound of it. His lips on her felt right. He kissed the inside of her thighs as her muscles twitched. He sat back on his heels and looked at her, glowing and sweat-slicked because of him. It was a different kind of glow than the one she got when he made her laugh, when they talked late at night, when they sat by each other at the bar with the boys and giggled over inside jokes.

When he finally slid inside her, heavy and hot and perfect, they groaned in unison. Her fingers anchored themselves in his hair and her thighs made a home around his hips. Shifted back and forth with him as he pumped in and out of her. He wasn’t known for being talkative but that night, he couldn’t stop talking. Couldn’t, wouldn’t, stop praising her. Wouldn’t stop telling her how fucking good she felt, how they should have done this before, how dreams weren’t shit compared to that moment. Her walls fluttered tight around him and he swore.

“Cass, I’m close,” she whined. “Please, please.”

His head fell to her shoulder and his fingers to her aching clit.

“Come on, come on,” Orange gasped out, sweat dripping from his hair and pale chest flushed. “Wanna come with you.”

Her hips bucked against him and her back arched. She squeezed him impossibly tight and he was done for. With another heavy thrust, he came with her and the pulse of him inside her coaxed a filthy moan out of her. He swallowed it with his mouth, their tongues searching for each other in a mess of spit and low moans that was their first kiss. The last shudders of him passed and his forehead fell to her shoulder. Her fingers threaded through his blonde hair and he picked his head up to search her face. Were they just desperate? Where would they go after this? She seemed to read that in his eyes and her post-bliss smile comforted him.

“That was one of mine,” she whispered to him. “But I’ve had a lot more too. I’m...Would you...Want to talk more about them?”

Orange huffed against her and they both moaned quietly when he pulled out of her. He sat back on his heels and brushed his hair from his eyes. His thumb traced her hip bone. He squeezed her soft skin and she relaxed back into the bed.

“Yeah,” he breathed out with a lazy smile. “Sounds cool.”

[stories-about-cheating-women]

Casper the cum-filled ghost

It is Friday night and josh is getting ready for the Halloween party at his girlfriend’s sorority house. Josh always disliked the large parties Sara’s sorority threw; they are full of drunk dudes trying to prove their manliness and fuck anything that moves. It doesn’t help that Sara’s sorority sisters are some of the most.. slutty girls on campus, for lack of a more polite term. Josh always hated how guys would lump Sara into the group of sorority sluts just by the letters on her little jacket. And guys were always staring at her as she bounces around campus in her sorority mandated short skirts. Josh couldn’t blame them, though. Sara was blessed with a body of a fertility goddess: long legs, thick thighs, a full bubble butt, slim waist, large boobs, and wavy red hair.

As Josh stared at himself in the mirror, he can’t help but worry about tonight. His costume is a baggy ghost costume that Sara sewed for him out of a white bed sheet. Josh mumbles to himself “ugh I look like Casper the socially awkward ghost.” Sara quickly walks up behind him and gives him a firm hug around the waist. “Don’t worry about tonight, babe! Your costume looks super cute, and we will look so adorable with our scooby-doo theme. I make a very sexy Velma, If I do say so myself.” Sara was right, she looks amazingly sexy, as usual. Josh looks her up and down and says “ I Don’t know, Sara, are you sure Velma would show that much… everything? Those guys are gonna see you as a piece of meat to sink their teeth into as soon as possible!”

Sara puts on a pouty face and stares into Josh’s eyes as she runs her finger up and down his chest “But babyyy- all the other girls are wearing sexy costumes. I don’t want to be the only prude there! They will bully me for weeks!” Her hand starts to work its way down Josh’s torso and into his pants. “I may even be inclined to give you a special gift, if you are a good boy tonight. hehe” Her hand grasps his soft dick and starts to slowly move back and forward. Josh begins to moan and says “Babe, that’s no fair! You know I can’t say no to you like this.” Sara looks up at him and coyly says “Then don’t.”

The party

As Josh and Sara walk down from Sara’s room, the music grown louder and louder. There are already a handful of guys from the frats hanging out and drinking with Sara’s sorority sister. The guys are dressed in all sorts of half assed costumes such as lumberjack with no shirt on, fireman with no shirt on, and professor with a cutoff tee-shirt. This is exactly what Josh was trying to avoid. Of course, the girls are eating the costumes up. Its just because they have muscles, Josh thinks to himself. Soon Sara notices a guy she has class with and runs over to talk to him. She turns her head to Josh as she is walking away and says “Hey babe, I know that guy from statistics, I’m gonna go say hi! Why don’t you mingle with the other guys?”

Josh watches with an uneasy feeling in his stomach as Sara salters over to some guy and grabs his arm as she starts to laugh. The guy is wearing a similar costume to Josh. A ghost costume, with the arms cut off, of course. Josh walks over to the other guys and grabs a beer. “Hey man. Is that your girl?” one of the bros asks. “Yea that’s Sara. My girlfriend.” The group whistles and nods in approval. “I didn’t know the girls in this sorority were allowed to have boyfriends haha. With all the party responsibilities and all that.” Josh does not like the sound of that. He knew the sorority had a bad reputation for having lose women, but not that everyone in the frats knew too. Josh swallows hard and replies “Oh yea. Well Sara isn’t like the other girls. She just likes to have fun and hang out with her friends.” The guy motions over to Sara and says “Oh like she is having fun with that guy right now? Haha good luck, bro. Steve is a player if I’ve ever seen one.” Josh’s stomach drops even further as he looks over to see Sara on some dude’s shoulders being spun around in circles… Her skirt is WAY too short for that.

As Josh begins to walk over to Sara to ask her what she is doing, Amanda, Sara’s friend, stops him. “Hey Josh, can you help us move some boxes? They are really heavy and we need a big strong guy to handle them! Pleassseeee.” Josh tries to object, but Amanda is already pulling him into the basement stairway. As he looks back he can see the group of guys he was standing with try and get a good look up Sara’s skirt, but they can’t look long as the guy begins to walk off with her towards the kegs. Fuck. “Hey Amanda, who is that guy Sara is with now?” Amanda looks back at him and smiles “Ow that is Steve! He is so cool. He helps us around the house when anything breaks. He is such a manly man. hehe he also helps a few of the girls out in another way, if you know what I mean.” She says slyly. Josh is confused “You mean like… tutoring services?” Amanda looks at him blankly “No silly. Now take these boxes of beer upstairs for me please! Thanks, hun!” and she scampers up the stairs. Josh sighs.

As Sara sees Amanda lead Josh down the stairs, she quickly turns to Steve and says “Alright baby, its time you show me what my friends have been talking about for the last month! I’m very… curious. Hehe” As Sara moves Steve into the kitchen, away from the crowd, she glances down eagerly to his crotch. Steve looks her up and down and then says “hmm well it won’t be much to look at until its hard so… I don’t know what to do about that.” Sara looks him in the eyes and slowly smiles. She moves over to the counter and pretends to reach for something in a shelf high up. Clearly, she cannot reach, so she looks back at Steve and says “A little help please.” Here words dripping in sensuality. As Steve comes up behind Sara, she pushes her ass into his crotch and begins gyrating her hips back and forward. She can feel a large mass begin to press into her firm ass. After a minute of this, Sara hears a familiar voice out in the living room. It is Josh asking where to put the boxes from downstairs. Sara then hears Amanda tell him to bring them into the kitchen.

Josh walks into the kitchen carrying a large box of beer and sets it on the floor with a large grunt. Steve speaks up “Hey buddy, those look a little heavy for you. Do you need a hand with that?” Josh looks up and sees Sara and Steve standing together by the counter. “Umm no they aren’t too heavy for me, but thanks. What are you guys doing?” Sara says “Oh we were just.. looking for cups for the guests. But they were too high up, so I had to get Steve to reach for me.” Josh looks at Steve suspiciously but eventually states that he needs to get the rest of the heavy beers from the basement and walks out.

As soon as Josh leaves, Sara looks at Steve and asks “So, is it ready for me to have a look now?” Steve chuckles and reaches down to his pants, under the cloth of the ghost costume, and zips open his pants. He then grabs the base of his dick and pulls the fabric on the costume taunt. Sara’s mouth drops open. Steve has what looks like a giant, extra thick dildo hidden under his costume. Sara gasps “O.M.G… that can not be real!” Steve seems to like her reaction “Oh its real alright. Just ask Amanda.” Sara growls “there is no way that dumb bimbo is gonna keep this all to herself.” And, with that, she drops to her knees and craws under the ghost costume. As Sara looks up, she is met with the biggest dick she has seen in her life, even watching porn. Suddenly Steve hears a “Holy fucking shit” come from under his costume, and he can’t help but smile.

Soon Steve feels a warm hand grasp the base of his thick cock, followed by a pair of moist lips at the tip. Steve moans and says “Careful babe, it’s been a day or two since I drained these balls. Go easy on me.” Sara notices that each of his balls are big enough to fill her hands. What Sara heard was ‘please suck my soul out of my cock’ and that is exactly what she does. She grasps the monster cock with both hands, and there is still enough room for two more hands to fit. Sara begins to slowly force the bulbous head into her tiny mouth. After a few effortful grunts, the large head squeezes past her plump lips and POPs into her mouth. Steve shutters as he can feel Sara’s moans on his cock head. Slowly, more and more cock is forced into Sara’s tiny mouth and suddenly they can both feel the monster bump into the back of Sara’s tight throat. Sara is trying her best to fit Steve’s big cock into her throat, but she is out of practice due to Josh’s below average dick never making it this far. She gags and slobbers on Steve’s member, but to no avail.

As Josh begins to enter the kitchen with his second case of beer, he is relieved to see Steve standing alone. “Hey man. Did you see where Sara ran off to? I have a few more cases to bring up, but then I want to hang out with her some.” Steve looks at Josh for a second before answering. “Hmm yea.. last I saw her was a minute or two ago. I’ll tell her you are looking for her though.” Josh looks around and then replies “Ok. Thanks man. Hey, can you get me a cup from the cabinet too? I think I need some beer after all this heavy lifting.” And he slaps the case of beer he just brought up. Steve begins to lean to the cabinet, but then he realizes he cannot get close enough with his dick and Sara in the way. Steve decides the only way to keep things inconspicuous is to slowly lean into the cabinet, pushing Sara into the base of the cabinet. Once she is pressed up against the drawers, Steve can almost reach the cups, but he is still about a half a foot away.

Josh takes this opportunity to point out that Steve is being weird “Umm why are you moving so slow? Is this some sort of joke? Whatever, I can just get the cup myself.” Steve replies “No! No, I’m sorry I was just thinking about something else. Here I’ll get it.” And with that he leans forward and forces the remaining half a foot of cock into Sara’s throat, directly in front of her unsuspecting boyfriend. Underneath the ghost costume, Sara has tears running down the side of her face as she fights back the urge to gag and cough. Her nails are digging into Steve’s thighs as she squeezes them for all she is worth. Finally, Steve has the cup in his hand and leans back to give it to Josh “Here you go. Sorry I got distracted there for a second.” Josh takes the cup and says “No problem. Thanks.” And he walks out of the kitchen.

Once Sara hears Josh leave, she begins to have an unbelievably strong orgasm. She starts to shake and moan, and Steve feels all of this through his rock-hard cock. Sara’s orgasm pushes Steve over the edge. His bulging sack pulls up against his cock and Sara feels the monster in her throat begin to swell even larger. The first shot of cum forces its way up through the cock, and Sara can feel her tongue be forced down by the expanding cum vein. Soon She feels a warm sensation filling her throat. This happens two more time before Sara notices the warm feeling is filling her stomach now too. She begins to pull back, but Steve notices and places his hands firmly against the back of her head. “You aren’t getting off that easy, slut. I told you I was backed up!” and with that Steve forces Sara’s chin up against his pulsing balls and continues to fill her with his cum. All Sara can do is count the pulses of cum being unloaded into her stomach. Five, six, seven, … ten, eleven, twelve, … and they finally begin to tamper off around twenty.

Steve lets out a heavy sigh as he feels his balls relax and his cock begins to soften. He releases Sara’s head and she slowly falls backwards, the monster cock sliding out of her mouth like a sick version of the never-ending handkerchiefs magic trick. Once a foot of cock is outside Sara’s mouth, another POP is heard as the fat cockhead is forced from her mouth. Sara collapses on the floor in a quivering pile. She is still cumming. Once she regains her senses, she reaches down to her once tight and toned tummy to find a bulging cum filled belly. Steve puts his cock back into his pants and sighs “Oh Sara… what am I goanna do with you now? I can’t leave you here for Josh to find.” Steve reaches down and picks her up over his shoulder, like earlier, and he begins to carry her up to her room. Steve cant help but notice the stream of girl cum running down Sara’s legs.. he may need to address that shortly.

[maybe-your-left]

I know you’re not doing requests now but I want to send this just in case! Or maybe you can save it! But I love your writing and you’re hilarious! Would you please please write something with Gucci skiing with us with some wipeouts and humor and then soothing each other’s sore muscles afterwards? Or Dr Ren if you prefer! Either hottie! 🖤🖤🖤

anon... why not both?

MAURIZIO GUCCI

“I’m so excited to go skiing,” you mumbled through a mouthful of crackers. You and the rest of your group were sitting around the Resort lounge. Sharing a nice cheese board, red wine, and chatting about the lovely weather. It had been so long since you’d been on a trip with them, it was nice to get out of the city and escape to the Italian country.

You were sipping on your wine, briefly tearing your gaze from the evening snowfall. There were some families littered around, lovers smiling at one another, sharing kisses between whispers of passion. However, one table stuck out to you. A man, all alone, sipping on some whiskey. Some glasses and slicked hair, the dim light showing off his distinctive features. You were captivated, wanting to walk over and speak to him, get to know who he was, where he came from.

Another slow sip, you glanced away, chiming in with you raunchy joke. Basking in the laughter of your friends, you turned back towards the man. Stunned when he met your gaze. Unblinking, unwavering, just sipping his drink, you noticed he wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. Instead a diamond encrusted gold ring decorated his pinkie, bigger than any jewelry you adorned.

You mirrored him, taking a sip of your own, he set his glass down. And from across the room, he smirked at you. Followed by a nod of acknowledgment, making your cheeks instantly flush from embarrassment.

Your friends finished quickly after, leaving you to abandon the stranger. Who was now nursing a second drink, staring at the snowy landscape. Perpetually alone, your heart ached at the sight, but you couldn’t go over. What would you say?

You replayed him handsome smile over and over in your head while laying down. Memorizing the lines of his face, the crinkle of his eyes, how they seemed to focus on just you out of anyone else.

———

Everyone got up and out the door bright and early, preparing with some spiked coffee before heading to the hills. You were buzzing with excitement, partially for the skiing but there was a chance to see him again.

Slim, but still a chance.

“Hey,” your friend snapped in your face, “You okay? You look a little out of it.”

“Oh no,” you sighed, focusing on moving over with your group. Smiling at the sweet kids learning to ski on the bunny hill, a few of them being helped by their parents. You briefly noticed a familiar head of hair as you ascended the mountain.

At the summit, all your friends gave a quick goodbye and placed a bet who would crash first. You knew you’d be fine, it wasn’t the first time on the slopes for you. To your left, someone approached you, the only reason you knew was because of the bright red suit.

A woman, covered in designer branded accessories, scowling down the mountain. You smiled at her, fixing your own fur hat, “I love your suit.”

She turned to you, cocking a brow in suspicion, eyes flashing down your figure. And then she set off, you scrunched your face in displeasure. She seemed fun.

Letting gravity do the work, you headed down, trying to bask in the scenery instead of race like everyone else.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

You turned to the right, stalled on the mountain was the man from last night. A white snow suit that fit him far too snug, you were surprised it even fit. From this close you could really take in his appearance, he wasn’t this enormous from afar.

“What?” you questioned.

He nodded towards the tree line, “The mountain, isn’t it lovely?”

“Oh,” you blushed, “Yes, it’s gorgeous. It’s been so long since I’ve visited.”

“Hm,” he looked down at you, a small smirk gracing his full lips, “Why not come more?”

“It’s so expensive,” you sighed, “It’s not a luxury I can afford all the time.”

“You deserve every luxury the world offers, sweet dove.”

You gaped, briefly turning to see if he was still talking to you. He chuckled a little, holding his poles in one hand and out stretching his right.

“Maurizio,” he smiled, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss...?”

You whispered your name, out stretching your hand which he immediately took. Enveloping in his size, he stroked his thumb over your knuckles, bringing them to his lips. Gazing at you lustfully, “A beautiful name, for a beautiful little dove.”

You whimpered at the feel of his lips, wishing for a moment they were on your own. Or trailing over your body, roaming and tasting every inch of you. “Are you here alone?”

“No, I’m with some friends.”

He nodded, “If you’re able to get away, here’s a card to my room. I’d love to see you more.”

He tucked the card into the breast pocket of your suit, another chaste kiss to your hand and he left.

———

After spilling to your friends about the handsome stranger they BEGGED you to go see him. Just to see what would happen... so here you were standing before his room. Dressed in a white turtleneck, and some tight pants. Cheeks and nose still rosy from the wind earlier.

A light knock, no answer.

You tried again.

Still nothing.

You fiddled with the card in your hand, debating if you should head back. But... he gave you a card, you could just go in and wait.

The light flashed green, and you were inside. Lavishly decorated, a large fireplace, king bed, windows overlooking the night snowfall. You poked around, seeing no sign of Maurizio... or any luggage for that matter. It almost seemed like no one was staying here.

“Dove?”

You spun on your heel, seeing him peek through the door. His concerned look dropping once he spied you, “You came.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, “This is your room?”

He shrugged, “One of them.”

“What?”

Maurizio didn’t give you an answer, instead pouncing on you. His rough hands caressing your cheeks as he kissed you, at first you were confused. Wanting him to move, but he pressed on, a hand sliding down your back to wrap around your waist.

“I’ve been thinking about your lips since last night, so plush and pink,” he whispered, “How beautiful you were next to the fires.”

“Mhm,” you tried to speak, but he kept your lips locked. Tongue slithering into your mouth, coaxing yours to dance with his. You moaned at his taste, warm and rich, hints of whiskey hitting your palate.

Maurizio walked you back into the bed, knees giving out as you fell. Finally getting full breaths of air, panting as he devoured your form. He leaned over you, both hands planted by your torsos. A piece of his well kept hair falling over his forehead, “As beautiful you look in this,” he tugged on your sweater, “I would love it even more if it was on the floor.”

You melted, giving a soft nod. He slid a hand under your shirt, gasping when he touched your skin. Gripping your waistline, moving slowly up towards your bra. He leaned into you, pressing soft kisses to your cheek and jaw. Fingering the black lace, one finger slipping under the hem.

“So soft, little dove.”

As fast as he was touching you, he ripped his hand away just as quick. Standing before you, he pulled his sweater off. Tearing his glasses off with it, he fumbled with his belt, nodding at you to follow his lead.

You threw your clothes off like they were on fire, whining when he helped tug your pants off. Hooking his fingers into your lace underwear, groaning when he saw your cunt.

“Up,” he rasped, pulling off his briefs, palming his cock to kneel on the mattress. You were mesmerized by it, standing proud and tall. Long with a short hook towards his belly button. Brown hair trailing down towards the base, “So beautiful, are you soft there too?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, spreading your legs out for him to explore you. Laying back on the silk pillows, you gasped when his hand cupped your sex. Running a finger through your lips. You felt the golden ring he wore skim your inner thigh, causing a shiver to shoot through your spine.

“We must be quick, dove,” he mumbled, “As much as I want to savor you.”

You looked at him confused while he lined his cock up with your entrance, his eyes flashed from your lips to your eyes.

“I’m married.”

“What?”

He pushed inside you, stretching you wide with his length. Maurizio groaned, “So tight, I knew you’d feel amazing.”

He hitched one of your legs to his shoulder, sinking in even deeper. You felt him deep inside you, almost in your stomach, digging your claws into his bare shoulders.

“Will you scream for me, little dove? So I have something to remember when I sleep tonight?”

———

Dr. Kylo Ren

ALSO-ITS CANON KYLO DOESNT SKI HE SNOWBOARDS. ALSO ALSO ANON THIS ONE IS FUNNY BC ITS THE REN FAM ON VACATION.

———

“Mom! Did you pack my laptop charger?”

“Yes princess,” you called from the kitchen, packing some snacks for the plane. Odin was running around the living room, it would be his first time flying overseas. So you wanted him to tire himself out before you made it to the airport. Ren walked out of the bedroom, hanging up the phone, “Is everyone ready?”

You nodded up the stairs, Ren scowled, “Belle! If you aren’t down here in 5 minutes I’m taking your phone away!”

“Dad, I’m still packing!”

“Would you rather I came up there and dragged you down?”

A loud groan, and there came your daughter. No makeup, hair in a bun, still in some pajamas since your flight was at 6AM. Matching her fathers scowl, she walked over to you. Laying her head on your shoulder, “Mommm, Dads being mean.”

“I’m right here, Belle.”

“Okay,” you threw your hands up, “I guess Odin and I are going to Italy! You two morons can stay here and fight.”

———

The flight was delayed, leaving you and your family to nap in the uncomfortable chairs of the boarding area. Ren was snoring loudly, Odin was laying uncomfortably on your lap, leaving Belle who was draped on her fathers shoulder.

Thank goodness you woke up, pushing your exhausted family on the plane. It was a larger plane, giving you and Ren more space and the kids sat in front of you.

No luggage was lost, no one forgot their passport (thanks to you), and Ren even remembered to add international to your phones.

You all piled into the car, Ren demanded a Jeep from the rental company. Making it glaringly obvious you were Americans, exactly like the one you had in the garage at home. Boards on the roof, bags in the truck, both children fed and buckled, Ren only yelled at Belle once because she tried to sit up front.

The drive was beautiful, when Ren wasn’t driving like a maniac. You had to remind him several times your children were in the car. “Okay, so, when we get to the resort. You and Odin have a room together. Its connected to me and your fathers.”

Belle rolled her eyes, “Why do I have to share with Odin?”

“Because it’s either that or you sleep on our floor.”

You chuckled, Ren smiled at you, placing a palm on your thigh. This trip was more than a family vacation, it was something he’d been promising since your marriage. And he told you last night he wanted to fuck you against the window, so all the skiers could see your tits pressed against the glass. While he came all over you, so the kids weren’t allowed in the bedroom.

“Ew,” Belle gagged, “Dad stop feeling up mom, it’s gross.”

“I’m going to do more than that, so stay in your fucking room. Unless you want to see us fuc-“

You slammed a palm over his mouth, but the damage was done, Belle screamed. Yelling ‘gross oh my god oh my god you guys are old!’.

———

You all had a nice dinner in the lodge, drinking red wine and delicious food. You even let Belle have a few sips, she wasn’t a fan of Rens old fashioned. Turning green at the taste.

After kissing the kids goodnight, you locked the door connecting the two. Turning to see your husband, completely naked on a leather armchair. Stroking his cock as you padded over to him.

“Hi handsome,” you placed a hand on each thigh, feeling the muscles tense as he picked up the pace. Fist smacking his skin, precut already drooling from the tip.

“Sit on my cock, love,” he growled, “Need to feel your tight cunt.”

Soon you were bouncing on his lap, grinding down on his glorious length. Punching the air from your lungs as he pounded from below. Ren needed you to be quiet, stuffing your thing into your mouth.

You clenched around him, “There’s my good little slut, Daddy missed your pussy.” He tightened his grip around your waist, “Gonna fill you with cum, then I’m gonna fuck you on the bed. Stuff my fingers in your ass.”

You whined, “Oh, you like that don’t you? You want Daddy to fill you up?”

Ren mouthed at your neck, slamming into you completely. You spit out the garment, burying your fingers in his dark mane. “Daddy, fuck me on the bed. I need it, please.”

He groaned, swiftly standing up with you still on his cock. Throwing you on the bed, he grasped your cheeks, “You better keep your whore mouth shut, or you’ll get nothing.”

You nodded, rolling onto your hands and knees. Presenting yourself for him, Ren climbed behind you. Spitting between your cheeks, “Lube?”

“Bag, side pocket.”

“Finger yourself.”

Ren flew off the bed, searching for the lube, you gladly followed his instructions. Pinching your clit a few times before sinking in two fingers. Whining at the feeling, they weren’t big enough, couldn’t reach where Rens could. Didn’t stuff you as full as his cock could.

“I said finger,” he growled, “Not tease.”

He landed a firm spank on your cheek, lurching you forward on the bed. “Get back here,” Ren yanked on your hips, pushing a hand on your back to force your arch. You whimpered when the cool liquid slid between you. A finger curling down to your clit, wet circles over and over.

Ren tore it away, planting his left hand to the mattress. Draping over you, you could hear the slick sound of him living his cock. Wagging your ass in anticipation, “Tell Daddy what you want.”

He prodded your pucker with his middle finger, sinking it in. Its accepted the intrusion with ease, aching for more. Ren slipped in another, fucking you open with twists of his wrist. His lips lavishing your cheek and lower back.

“Fuck my ass Daddy”

———

Belle had her snowboard, along with her father, Odin was taking ski lessons, and you were there to watch him.

Everyone was safe and happy.

Ren decided to stay with Odin for a moment, so you could head up with your daughter. Giving you a big kiss that was not G-rated, even going so far as squeezing your ass and growling, “I’m tearing this off you when we get back to the room.”

You and Belle settled on the lift, she was smirking at you. “What’s up baby?”

“Nothing.”

She looked out at the landscape, “How’d you sleep?”

You shrugged, “I slept great, it’s a nice bed.”

“I’m sure.”

You squinted at her.

Belle looked back at you, “How’s your ass feeling? After your Daddy fucked it?”

———

i know this just got sent to me and i should focus on other asks BUT i was in a gucci mood and didn’t proof read bc i’m on my phone driving to oregon 😋

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[thatguy03]

Protein Powder - Male tf

Tom just got home from the gym, after a hard workout like that he felt entitled to some time on the couch. He liked to watch tv while waiting for his husband Dylan to get home so they could have dinner together. He flipped the channels before landing on 600lbs life, he enjoyed it because it made him feel better about himself. Thought with a body like his, it would be hard to feel bad about it. He was a solid 6 foot and 200 pounds of muscle with a good looking face. Tom was relaxing watching his show before the doorbell rang, he figured it was his monthly delivery of protein powder. It was early but he wasnt complaining as he had already run out of last months.

He brought it to the kitchen and opened the cardboard box with intention of putting the container away. As he opened the box though, a powder launched out getting all over the kitchen. Annoyed and full of powder he went to take a shower to get the powder off his face and out of his hair. To concerned with the thought of having to clean the mess up later, he didnt even stop to think what the powder could have been. The powder even got in his mouth, but he assumed that it was protein powder and that it would just add to the gains he had gotten at the gym.

He gets his gym clothes off, stopping to admire his six pack and juicy packs before hopping into the shower. The shower was cold, just the way Tom liked it, but still he felt warm. Usually he would be freezing at this temperature but he still felt a warm feeling inside of him. He went to rub the soap against his face to get the powder off, but was put off by an abnormal amount of facial hair he had. Just a moment earlier he had short stubble, and now it felt as though he was sporting a full on beard. It was wierd but maybe it was the fatigue talking. He cleaned his face and moved on to his torso. As he was cleaning his pecs Tom would usually feel them out, but this time they felt juicier than normal. It didnt seem like much first, maybe he just needed to slim down a bit, but it was his stomach that freaked him out. He moved his hands down his chest to his stomach expecting his perfectly chiseled abs, but felt soft mound instead. Freaking out, he ran out of the shower to see a bloated version of himself in the mirror. He was frozen from the shock of the sight of his body growing at such a rate. He watched his muscly arms lose their definition and grow thick dark hairs. His hands grew to these massive man hands with fat sausage fingers. His stomach swelled, quickly being stuffed by pound after pound of fat, Tom watched years at the gym disappear in moments. Before he could even process it, his stomach was bigger than a beach ball with a belly button that could fit a tennis ball. His gut also grew thick hairs up from his crotch, around his belly button, and up to his now hairy chest, making him look like a full on bear. His pecs grew large and sensitive, eventually getting so fat that they started to rest of his now mountain of a paunch. His oversized man tits even started rolling of the side of his gut almost into his armpit, his nipples had swollen five fold making them very sensitive to the touch. He was getting too big for his mirror.

He felt his already juicy ass blow out of proportion, jiggling around with every pound added to them. He now had to lift his massive gut to even see his crotch, he watched his dick grow from a respectable 6 inches to a staggering 10 inches on seconds. This made him think it might not be so bad, and was a actually really turned on by it. Part of his dick got covered in his giant fat pad but it still looked massive regardless. His legs blew up with muscle and fat to be able to support his girth, they also got covered in a layer of fur that now matched they rest of his fat hairy body. He could keep his eyes of his now 6"5 450 pound hulk of a body. Feeling his way through every roll and playing with every inch of his lard.

Just as he was admiring his new body, a shock ran through his body when he heard his husband come home. He thought that it would be best just to explain what happened and hope that it worked out, after all he had seen some fat men porn on his computer so maybe he would be into it. He waddled his way downstairs and explained how he got this powder in his mouth and gained 250 pounds of fat and grew a bunch of hair. After a moment of silence, Tom noticed a bulge form in Dylans pants. Dylan told him to wait in the bed, he would be right up.

Once Dylan got into bed, Tom right away through Dylan onto his back stuck his ten incher into his ass. The feeling of dominating someone with his new size felt amazing, every inch of fat bounced and shook with him, and with one hand on his gut and the other rubbing his nipples, there was no describing the euphoria. Stuck in his own world, Tom almost didnt notice his husbands gut started to expand. He had taken the powder before coming to bed. He watched with every thrust his husband got fatter, hairier  and broader. Soon enough Dylan was heavier and stronger than Tom as he had taken way more. He threw Tom under him and started topping him, Tom felt all 12 inches of Dylans inside of him. His stomach had grown so big that both their stomachs were rubbing against eachother, they barely fit on their bed anymore. Dylan continued to grow, now with a massive beard, and 6"6 500 pounds of pure fat. Tom let off his massive load all onto Dylans under belly as Dylan finished inside of Tom. It was the best sex they had ever had.

After cuddling for a little bit, feeling out their new bodies, they both felt unsatisfied. They wanted much bigger, they both thought the same thing. All they could think was they wanted more powder. They both rushed down stairs, they shook the house with each step. They both dumped as much powder as they could into their mouths and watched as each one piled on fat.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine PRT TWO:

Erik walks in on his homeboys sister stepping out of the shower and she is embarrassed/ has a huge crush on him.

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“So...you’ve always wanted me to see you naked?”

Yara toyed with a lock of hair, “Yeah...” she spoke with her voice barely above a whisper.

“You shouldn’t talk like that, little Yara, you’ll get yourself in trouble.”

Shivers...deep, bone aching shivers is what she felt coursing through her body. The white cotton towel that barely fit around her hourglass frame was begging to be freed. It was dark. The only light source was coming from her bedroom window. Whatever was going on below on Telegraph Ave; passing cars, other buildings lit up, and lampposts, all shown through her windows with open sheer white curtains, the light gently weaving its way through the open blinds. 

“Little Yara,” He spoke with a hushed tone, “I know this is something you’ve been waiting on but Mike will be back any second now, you gotta move at a faster pace than that, girl,” Erik spoke, his eyes darting towards the closed bedroom door then back at her.

“Do I look little, Erik?” Yara questions, turning away from Erik to focus on a poster on her wall while both of her shaking hands release the towel, the semi damp cotton pooling around her feet. 

“Fuck no,” Erik spoke with a deep, alluring tone, “Ain’t shit little on you...can’t wait to get up in that pussy.”

He wasn’t about to play with Yara. He asked her on that couch if she was sure because he didn’t like playing games when it came down to laying that good pipe. She wants some of that D, she gotta be a big girl and take whatever he gives her. That intrigued and frightened Yara at the same time. Sure, she had sex with a few dudes who weren’t exactly exclusives in her life. The dick was good, it kept her pussy wet, kept her wanting more sex but with Erik, Yara heard the stories about him from high school and around the neighborhood. 

“Aight, girl, go lay out on the bed for me,” He says while removing his Raiders bomber jacket and now his simple white V-neck tee. This is Erik 2.0, muscles beyond what Yara had imagined when he was wearing his shirt and jacket. All of that sexy bulk hidden beneath that fabric. His skin looked so smooth and unblemished, even with the tiny raised scarification that littered his pectorals and arms. His torso was bare but from the look of the scars, they will occupy that area soon.

“C’mere,” Erik spoke with a gruff tone, picking Yara up and stunning her further. While kissing her soft lips, Erik dropped Yara down onto her bed, Yara bouncing before righting herself by planting both of her hands on the bed, bringing her feet up and without even realizing, causing her thighs to spread wide. Erik could see a little bit of her fat pussy but not everything he wanted. 

“Where is your light switch?” He asked impatiently.

“Where light switches usually be,” Yara smart mouthed. 

Erik walked to her door, finding the light on the wall right next to it, “Still got that smart ass mouth on you...back then I could only argue back...now...I’m just gonna fuck the shit outta you, see if you got something smart to say then.”

The lights go on, so bright and detecting that Yara felt completely exposed. She went silent, her knees to her chest and her thigh meat so juicy that it hid her pussy from his view. Erik watched her reaction to her room now being well lit while kicking off his jeans and socks. He’s only in his briefs now and from that alone Yara clenched up. 

“You Gon’ see it, just lay back and spread your legs for me, little Yara,” Erik says while walking up to her. 

She did as she was told, laying back against her bed, her thighs still closed. The last time she saw Erik in a pair of briefs was years ago when he was about eighteen. He was changing his clothes in Micheal’s bedroom and the door was cracked. She peeked through the crack of the door at the exact moment Erik was changing out of his prom suit and into a relaxed fit for the senior prom after party. He was so slim back then. Looking at him now, he’s 27 years old and more of a man physically and mentally than he ever was at 18. She was excited and nervous all wrapped into one enormous gift. 

“I said spread your fuckin’ thighs too, didnt I?” 

“Yeah,” She says, spreading them but placing her hand over her pussy. Erik blew air out his nose while shaking his head.

“Little Yara…” Erik yanks her hand away, reaching his hands out to push her thighs back with a firm grip to keep her pussy spread open. Erik stared at her pussy with unblinking eyes before getting down on his knees. She waited while trying to keep her breathing under control but his silence and her pussy being wide open in his face made her anxious.

“Now that is beautiful...that chocolate and pink go good together.” 

The nastiness of his words and the desire in his voice has Yara lifting her head from the bed to stare at him from in between her thighs. He was studying her pussy like a famous Picasso painting. Erik’s thick fingers had her outer pussy lips pushed to the side so that he could look at her clit, inner folds, and tight canal. 

“Nice, fat, juicy pussy, little Yara.” 

“I’m not little…” she spoke with a low voice.

“You’re little until I see for myself how you take a big dick, so you can kill that girl.” 

“Fuck,” Yara says when Erik’s thumb swipes her clit.

“You carry all this phat pussy around?” He asks while constantly circulating his thumb around her clit to make it more stiff.

“Yes,” she replied simply, only because she couldn’t fight the moans leaving her mouth.

“If Daddy slides his tongue up and down this yummy looking pussy you gon’ cum on my tongue like a good girl?” 

Yara rapidly nods her head, “Uhuh, yes.”

“If Daddy slides between your thighs and fuck your hot, wet pussy you gon’ be a good girl and take it?” 

“Unh, Yes-

“You better, otherwise you won’t be big Yara, just little Yara,” he teases, “Mhm, you’re ready to get busy, pussy was looking real tasty bent over that tub let me see if it’s true…”

Erik starts licking Yara’s outer pussy lips before allowing his saliva to drip to the tip of his tongue, making the shape of it flat before further moistening Yara’s inner folds and clit. Erik’s flat tongue hooked under her clit, before moving up and down, tracing it over her labia and then right over her clit and back down. Oh, she was engorged down there; erect clit and labia so sensitive from that action alone. 

“Oh, my God,” Yara’s hips would jerk each time he licked her. It was so generous the way he did it, never missing all the spots that made Yara go crazy. His tongue was making sweet love to her pussy and damn did she want to cum in his mouth. Erik stops, Yara sighing with frustration. He climbs further up her body, kissing her body along the way before taking the time to suck on her nipples. 

“Fuck, Erik,” She still couldn’t believe that this is her brother’s bestfriend feasting on her, “That shit is so good…” 

He took his tongue, licked around her large, dark areolas in a circular motion until his tongue reached the center; her nipple. At this point, the skin of her areolas had wrinkled like she was out in the cold from Erik’s tongue, her nipples pointy, hard, and suckable. That must have been a technique of his because her nipples are so damn hard if she touched them they wouldn’t move. When Erik’s lush lips wrapped around her right nipple, his eyes peeked through his lashes at her while he sucked causing Yara to gasp. 

“Mmmm, yes,” She didn’t realize nipple sucking could be so intense, “Erik, yes, keep doing that.”

He moved on to her left nipple, doing the same exact thing while keeping her right nipple nice and hard with his thumb so that he could go back to it and suck some more. She felt tingles throughout her body. Yara would purposely move her body so that her breast would fall from Erik’s mouth so he could follow her movements and catch it in his mouth again. That shit has her clit jumping. It had him so impatient that he takes both of his large hands, squeezing her large breasts, before sucking her nipples back and forth. Not one breast got more attention over the other. Each one got a good suck, lick, and nibble. 

“Erik, damn, you got my pussy wet as fuck,” Yara bites her lip, a hand on the back of his head and her thighs squeezing his waist, “That long, thick tongue and those juicy ass lips...damn, you got my titties feeling so good right now.”

Erik’s lips slowly release her right nipple, “These hard ass nipples on my tongue...got me feeling good too, dick is harder than a motherfucker.”

“Put your lips on my pussy again like you did,” Yara shimmied her hips, moving her body further up the bed so that her pussy was in his face again, “Look what you just did to my pussy, Erik,” she wines. 

“That phat motherfucker is ready, ready...Mr. king daughter is a freak.” 

“Yara giggles,” what my Dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” 

“Oooh, I like that.” Erik gave Yara all of his thick tongue and lips. He was french kissing her pussy, delivering licks and sucks at the same time. She just laid back, her fingers twirling her still hard nipples while Erik devoured her beautiful pussy. Yara’s wet pussy was slipping and sliding against Erik’s tongue. 

“Got my face buried in this sweet little pussy...this what you dreamed about the night you kissed me?”

Was he reading her mind while making her moan with his skilled tongue? She definitely did dream about him catching her in bed rubbing her clit with his name rolling off of her tongue. She surely did envision him tiptoeing in, closing her door shut softly, and sneaking up on her. She could picture it now while he sucked on her clit, his hand pushing her hand away and replacing it with his mouth. The startled feeling she felt in her dream, Yara could feel that when she woke up the next morning. Her pajama shorts were soaked between her legs. What Erik didn’t know about Yara was that even though she was a virgin, she sucked a high school friend turned boyfriend's dick, just so she could get a taste of something sexual without getting her walls broken in. Erik left her horny and curious for sex.

“You wanted me to eat this sweet young pussy that night, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Yara found herself saying. She never called another guy daddy but Erik deserved that title. 

“You had on that little skirt too,” Erik sucks on two fingers, bringing them down so he can finger-fuck her, “wish I stuck my head up your skirt and ate this pussy?”

“Fuck yes,” Yara’s head went back, “Fuck...you’re stuffing me.”

“This ain’t nothing…” Erik’s fingers played around with her G-spot, “you wanna know how I would have eaten that pussy?”

Erik was playing into her fantasy. This entire situation was risky as fuck because Micheal could walk into that apartment at any moment and wonder where Erik was. Both Erik and Yara knew that Micheal could be long-winded but still, she knew they weren’t supposed to be doing this, and that made it even more exciting. Yara replies with a Mhm while Erik’s fingers slid in and out of her now creamy pussy.

“I would have made you stand up with your hands pressed against the wall, your ass pushed out towards my face while I run my tongue in and out of both of your holes.” 

“That’s so sexy,” Yara moaned softly when Erik’s lips were back on her clit with his fingers still inside of her, “I wouldn’t be able to hide my moans...my dad would have heard everything…” Yara giggles then gasps from Erik sucking on her clit. She was about to cum, she could tell with how sensitive and tingling her clit became with each suck and thrust of his fingers. 

“Then Mr. King would know how much of a slut his daughter is,” Erik added some tongue into the mix, Yara’s back bending from the sensation. 

The intensity of Erik’s motions reached a high point and now Yara is convulsing, releasing her cum all over Erik’s fingers. With his fingers still inside of her, Erik uses his tongue to clean her off everywhere else. Yara almost forgot how exciting and satisfying it felt to cum. Erik’s fingers slide out and instead of sucking her off of his fingers, he brings them to her mouth for her to do it. Yara opened her mouth graciously, Erik’s fingers running up and down her tongue. Yara’s lips wrapped around his fingers to suck them clean. She tasted sweet with a bit of tang. 

“That shit is good, ain’t it? Bet this is how you clean yourself off you nasty girl,” Erik’s hand grabs the back of Yara’s head, pulling her in so that he could kiss her. Her taste was still on his tongue. His lips overpowered hers but that didn’t stop Yara from keeping up with him. She would suck all on his lips with each kiss, practically bruising them in the process. He’s a sloppy kisser, not sloppy as in unpleasant. He knows how to kiss that’s for damn sure, he just likes to leave his mark by adding extra saliva to the mix. Yara’s chin was covered in it the more her body felt dizzy and unsteady from his kisses.

“Touch what I’m beating this puss up with,” He spoke against her lips. Yara’s hand went down between his legs, grabbing him through his boxers. She wanted to scream a giant YES to the ceiling. That big black dick in her hand was so electrifying for her. Just stroking him through his boxers while they kissed made her mouth water and her opening twitch. 

“After you get this dick, little Yara, you won’t want dick from any other nigga.”

She believed it. Yara wanted to see how he looked now. Feeling it already has her in a puddle of her own juices, there is no telling how much more drenched she will be when she gets that dick in her mouth and in her guts. Was this really happening? Was she really about to suck her brother's best friend's dick? Was she really about to fuck her brother’s best friend? Yara slips her hand inside of Erik’s briefs, her fingers stroking past his groomed pubic hair before wrapping around his abundant shaft. She just held his length in her hand in full disbelief that she is touching his dick. 

“How bad do you wanna get that throat fucked right now?”

“Really bad,” Yara says with a whisper as if Mike were in the next room, “I won’t hesitate to put it in my mouth, daddy, I wanna make you feel so fucking good.” 

“Show me, don’t tell me, little Yara.” Erik went flat on his back, Yara’s eyes falling to the big tent in the front of his briefs. She gets on her knees, taking both of her hands to pull his briefs down. When she did, Yara smiled before biting her lip. Yara grabs him up fully, his long, beautiful black dick standing straight up in her face all nice and hard. Yara still has the T-shirt around her hair to soak up the water so she didn’t need to tie her hair up like she usually did. Leaning forward, Yara licks the tip of Erik’s dick, unable to hide the smile on her face.

“After I had that dream about you, I asked this guy I graduated with if I could come over to...you know...suck his dick,” Yara looks over at Erik while taking him into her warm, little mouth. Erik’s eyes closed one after the other while a deep, satisfying moan escaped his mouth. 

“Goddamn girl, that dream had you going out to suck some dick?” He couldn’t keep his eyes open for a second with the way Yara was sucking on the tip of his dick while jerking his shaft with a twist of her wrist. 

“Mhm,” She hummed, concentrating with all her energy on sucking his dick up, showing Erik her skills. With each suck, Erik’s dick seemed to wake up more and more. She was sucking on a master level that Erik had never experienced from another woman. Her lips were a weapon of mass destruction. Now, Yara’s hands were on the bed and she was sucking Erik’s dick with just the strength of her jaws. 

“Do that shit girl, I needed this shit right here,” Erik sat up on one elbow, reaching out with his other hand to pull the T-shirt from around her hair so that he could pull on it, “I love how you suck dick, Yara, who taught you this?” 

She didn’t respond, too busy trying to slobber all over his dick. She wasn’t about to stop especially when something she thought about doing for a long time was finally happening for her and making her gobble. She was sucking his long, heavy dick so deep her lips almost touched his balls. 

“Your lips were made to suck dick that’s why you do it with so much passion...you ain’t even gotta tell me.”

Erik needed her to know how good she was making him feel. Erik strokes her damp hair back, while trying to keep it together from the way Yara’s lips tightly suctioned his dick. This girl was inhaling his dick, moaning, blinking her eyes at him like she wasn’t currently sucking a fat black dick. He was afraid to bust a nut now, wondering if his cum would shoot out of her nose with how deep she was taking him. No wonder why she kept telling him she isn’t little. Yara’s hand grabbing Erik’s balls had him sitting up fully now. She didn’t warn him, just grabbed his nuts in her hand and started stroking them to life. They grew tight in her hand the more she stroked and she did all of this while still sucking his dick. Yara enjoyed sucking dick since the first time it happened for her after the wet dream she had about Erik. She especially loves the reactions he gave her whenever she sucked his dick or tugged gently on his balls. The throbbing of his dick, the stiffness of his body, the look on his face, his moans, the way he pulled on her hair. 

“You got this dick all in your throat, that’s a good girl, I love a bitch who can throat this dick.” She took that as a badge of honor, aiming to milk his dick like the nasty little bitch she is. 

“swallow your whole dick when you cum or just keep suckin’ on the head?” 

“Do whatever you want girl, I don’t care, as long as you suck on this dick like you been doing it doesn't matter to me.” 

She knew that Erik was shocked beyond words at seeing Yara sucking his dick like that. He had no clue she was this freaky. Why didn’t he come back to town sooner? He could have experienced this killer head months ago. He was cumming and Yara didn’t stop to take a breath. At this point she could feel his dick thickening in her mouth. With a guttural groan, Erik finally gives Yara what she worked so hard for. The force of his cum pushing out of his beautiful tool into her wanting mouth, passing into her throat and down into her tummy had her love that dick like he was her man. 

“Fuck, you drained my shit, you really missed me,” Erik’s dick was twitching in her hand, “Bend over on this bed, I’m tryna see what that pussy do now.” 

Yara bends over the bed, her back making a crescent moon shape. Erik stood from the bed behind Yara, pulling her by her hips so that she was closer to the edge of the bed. He was ready to give Yara balls deep, long strokes in her pussy. He couldn’t wait to see what her pussy felt like, so much that he didn’t take his time. Erik took hold of his dick in one hand, a handful of Yara’s ass in the other, and then with his hips Erik slid himself inside in one clean motion. Yara looked back at Erik, an enraptured look on her face. 

“Got dayummmmmm,” He dragged out.

 He had to extend his hand out and grab hold of her hair, yanking it back and making her arch deeper. That was perfect because Yara is much shorter than Erik and he needed that ass as high as possible so he could fuck her better like her pussy was a bottomless pit. Yara didn’t have time to breathe when Erik started stroking her pussy. She couldn’t express how much she needed him to get her this soaked and bust her pussy open. She was sweating from all the shaking her body was doing. 

“Getting that pussy fucked from the back is your favorite huh? Look at you, give me that pussy girl,” Erik smacks her ass, “that ass is fat and firm.” 

“Damn, daddy,” Yara kept saying the more Erik’s dick went in and out of her at a moderate pace, “Damn, daddy. Damn, daddy. Damn, daddy. Damn, daddy.” 

While Yara was getting her pussy fucked on the edge of her bed, her cell was ringing. She didn’t care about that with all that dick in her stomach. He wasn’t even going at the pace he wanted to yet. Fuck, he was long stroking her pussy. Yara grabs for her sheets, Erik letting go of her hair to grab a hold of her hips. He started blowing Yara’s back out and she threw it back on him just as hard. It was hot, sweaty, and perfect. Her heart was racing from the thought of Mike walking in at any moment and how good he felt inside of her. 

“Slut me out, daddyyyyyyy!!,” Yara shouts.

“Shut the fuck up,” Erik spoke roughly, “all that fuckin’ yelling, speak that shit into the pillow, ma.”

“I can’t help it, mmmmmmm, shit,” She couldn’t keep her mouth shut, “oh MY!!!!”

Yara’s shimmering, jiggling ass was hypnotic. Her sweat was dripping down the middle of her back and down the crack of her ass. 

“FUCK.” He said.

Pap, pap, pap, pap, pap, pap, was the sound made the more Erik pounded her chocolate cakes. Yara creamed on his shaft the more he beat her tight pussy in. She was grown like she said, and she was proving that to him the more he fucked her. Bang bang bang bang, it intensified. 

“TAKE THIS DICK.”

“Yes-

“You hear your pussy? That pussy is wet as fuck, baby girl...this ain’t even your pussy anymore this is my pussy,” the bounce of her ass had Erik going crazy, “THATS RIGHT BABY Make it rain on this dick.”

Yara was squirting on his dick and Erik just kept on beating that pussy up from behind. 

“You better let me get this pussy again, Yara,” It was an order. Yara was throwing that ass with tenacity, “Dirty slut, nasty fucking slut, taking this big black dick, fat fucking pussy creaming all over my fucking dick, my favorite kind of pussy.” 

Yara was throwing her pussy the whole time they fucked without stopping. Erik’s dick was nothing but steel covered flesh the longer he fucked her. He wanted to tear Yara ass up in multiple positions on her bed but he knew that would take all night and Mike would be back soon. He could feel himself ready to explode the more she soaked his dick with her pussy.

Unh! Oooo! Ah! Shit! Yes! 

She was moaning on a loop for Erik. He was fucking her fast and hard until she came all over his dick again. He was right behind her, his hands so heavy on her hips that he was pushing her down onto the bed. She was going to feel this in the morning. 

“Fuck...show me who’s daddy,” she says, “I’ve always wanted you to fuck me like this! Oh goddd!” 

“I wish I could do it all night long, baby-

“Take me with you, FUCKKKKKK!!!!!” 

“Goddamn, Yara, shit, I’m about to cum in your pussy-

“Fuck this tight pussy up daddy!!!”

“Arrrgghhhhhhh SHIT.” Erik was filling Yara’s pussy full of cum. He didn’t want to pull out of her pussy. 

“Oh my, God,” She spoke breathlessly. “That dick feels so good, baby.” 

“Big girls need big dick,” Erik says before his dick slipped out of her pussy. He was still hard and it wasn’t going to go down for the rest of the night. Yara pushes Erik’s cum out of her pussy so that he could see how much filled her up. He spanked her ass for that. 

“Yara...I swear to fucking God...don’t make me fuck you like the nasty fucking slut you are.”

“I can call out of work, we can finish this at your place,” Yara was already going to be late, might as well get dressed and go with Erik. 

“Can’t, baby girl, I’m not staying at my own spot right now,” Erik looked like he didn’t want to talk about it, “I don’t have your number, let’s exchange and we can try to make plans...you still gotta go to work right?”

“I’m gonna be late,” Yara is off of her bed now, grabbing a folded sleep shirt to pull over her body. “Like thirty minutes late. Unless I take an Uber.” 

“I’ll take you.”

Yara didn’t give Erik time to get dressed with how quickly she was on him. They were kissing, once again the risk of Micheal walking in the last thing on their minds. 

“Yara,” Erik grabs her hair, “Come on, get dressed, I’ll take you to work.” 

Yara reluctantly pulled away so Erik could get dressed. He quickly pulled on his jeans without worrying about his briefs, grabbed his shirt and jacket in one hand and walked to Yara’s door. Erik opened it carefully, peeking out in the hall towards the living room. A sigh of relief came from him and that’s when he turned back inside of Yara’s bedroom, unzipped his pants and allowed them to fall around his feet.

“Suck this dick, girl,” He points to the floor, “On your fucking knees.” 

Yara was on her knees and sucking his dick in time.

____________

“You good, my G? You’ve been MIA for over a week now.” 

Mike was in the middle of cooking some spicy chicken ramen noodles while talking on the phone with Erik. Yara was hanging around in the living room watching TV with her eyes staring straight ahead into the kitchen at Mike’a back. He had a durag on his head, a black T-shirt, and some drawstring shorts on. He laughs into the phone while stirring his noodles around in the pot with a fork. 

“So you found your place then? That’s what’s up! When are you moving your shit out of CeCe’s place?” 

That name made Yara roll her eyes. Just like Mike, she hadn’t spoken to Erik in a while too. For her it was two days straight. He would call her during the afternoon or late at night to see how she was doing with school and just life in general. Of course, their conversations turned freaky but neither of them acted on anything since he came over that Friday night. It was mainly because of where he stayed and then Mike was always home doing freelance work. Yara couldn’t sleep in her bed without thinking about her and Erik having sex. It took her all weekend before she changed her sheets. His cologne and natural musk was threaded in the fabric. 

“You know my mama is having a family thing at her place tomorrow, you wanna come through? I told her you were back and she wants to see you.” 

Yara’s eyes lit up. At first she didn’t want to go to her moms since she couldn’t stand her step-father's side of the family minus her step-cousin, Lauren, but now that Erik could possibly show up, Yara was counting down the long minutes. She had a lot of packing to do, looking through her wardrobe for whatever eye-catching fits. Yara caught Michael’s eye and he stuck his tongue out at her teasingly. Yara shakes her head at him before bringing her eyes back to the TV. 

“Damn, she’s gonna be disappointment, man.”

Yara could feel her heart dropping to her stomach and a tiny frown pulled the corners of her lips down. Well, so much for looking forward to tomorrow. 

“Yeah yeah well let me know if you change your mind, cuz… Aight, I’ll holla,” Mike hangs up, pocketing his cell.

“That was Erik?” Yara casually asks. 

“Yeah, he found his place. He can’t make it tomorrow because he got some business to take care of.”

“Oh,” Yara tried to hide her saddened tone but Micheal caught that.

“What’s up with you sounding all sad?” 

“Nothing,” Yara turns off the TV, “I’m going to my room. When my packages come just leave them on the table I’ll open them later.” 

“Let me guess, a new pair of sneakers?” 

“None of your fucking business,” Yara yelled over her shoulder while walking to her room. She closes her door, walking up to her bed before flopping down on it, pulling her phone from her pocket. She pulls up Erik’s contact, calling him up so that she could hear his voice for the first time that day. He picked up on the second ring, his voice sounding like an echo on the other end of the phone.

“Where are you?” Yara asks.

“Damn, hello,” He spoke defensively.

“Hi, E.” She smiles.

“...Mike didn’t tell you?”

“Why does Mike need to tell me? You have my number,” Yara says with an attitude. 

“Yo...What’s your problem?” 

“You gonna tell me where you are?” Yara completely ignores his question.

“Since you’re so pressed, little Yara, I’m walking through my new place, just getting a feel for it.” 

“With the way your voice is echoing I’m sure it’s hella nice...can I come live with you?”

“Yara,” Erik laughs, “You gonna let Mike know about that? That nigga would have my neck.” 

“I’m just playing,” Yara quickly changes the subject, “So...my mom is having a little something at her place this weekend...do you wanna come?”

“Uh, I don’t think I can. I would love to, but I already told Mike that I can’t.”

“Damn, that sucks,” Yara sighs, “I miss seeing your face.”

“I miss seeing your pretty face too...you’re in your room, right?” 

“Yep, I’m by myself...why?”

“I just wanted to tell you that I can still feel those juicy ass lips sucking on my balls, you got daddy missing that deep throat, girl.” 

“I’m happy you love my dick-sucking skills,” Yara giggles, “I can still taste your cum…I can still hear your sexy deep voice in my ear telling me you’re about to cum.”

“Shit, now I’m picturing you swallowing my whole dick at that moment...how is my pussy doing?”

“It’s been a minute...what do you think?”  

“I’m thinking I need to hear that shit...put her on the phone.” 

Yara turns over onto her back, putting her phone on speaker before pulling her biker shorts and panties down, spreading her thighs. She grabs her phone, bringing it down between her legs before taking her finger, inserting inside of herself before wiggling it around. The wet, smacking sounds of his puss could be heard through the phone. He waited until Yara was finished before talking again. 

“Damn...that wet fucking pussy.”

“Mhm,” she says.

“You gon’ rub your pussy on my face next time I see you, pretty bitch?”

“Expect me to cum on your face, I’ll rub my clit all up and down that scruffy ass beard,” Yara giggles.

“Now how am I gonna get a taste?” Erik laughs.

“You will when I decide to sit on your tongue.”

“When you decide? You calling shots now? Taking this dick doesn’t make you in charge, Yara, I’m in charge and when I say sit that pussy on my lips you gon’ do it.”

“Just come over here and get this pussy,” Yara says while rubbing her clit.

“Girl if I come over their I would fuck you retarded...but nah you know Mike is home…”

“I guess you don’t want me to make eight inches of your dick disappear in my mouth and you know I don’t have a gag reflex so it would stay in my throat just like your dick would stay inside my pussy…”

“What about the rest of my dick? You got more to go, girl daddy is much bigger than that.”

“Like I said, no gag reflex, I’ll try.”

“I need you, my dick is dumb hard…too bad I can’t right now. I’m gonna be moving in my shit all damn day into tomorrow.” Erik groans.

“Okay, Erik,” Yara rolls over onto her side, “I’ll just see you whenever.”

“Don’t be like that, girl...I gotta go...I love you.” 

Yara blushes, “I love you too with your annoying ass.”

“Aight, I’ll talk to you later, pretty girl, we can pick up where we left off.” 

“K, bye,” Yara spoke softly into the phone before hanging up. 

He said that he loved her. He had love for her, true, but it would feel better if it was romantic love. Hearing him say the words were enough though, Yara couldn’t stop blushing into her pillow. 

_______________

Being back at her mom’s place brought back bittersweet feelings. Yara knew her brother wouldn’t end things properly with Evette, Yara had to endure her brother having sex almost the entire night. Evette’s hair is no longer bright red. She dyed it hot pink. The color job wasn’t perfect which shocked Yara because Evette is supposed to be a licensed cosmetologist with her own shop and everything. She was driving since Mike wanted to freely roll up his blunt and drink his Henny without worrying about being the designated driver. When they pulled up, Their mother’s house was already packed full of cars. It’s probably her step-father’s side of the family. Yara did however smile when she noticed the big red Cadillac Escalade. That was Yara’s step-cousin, Lauren’s truck. 

“Damn, where the fuck am I supposed to park? On the grass?” Evette complains while sucking her teeth. 

“Just park one house down, Evette, ain’t no thing,” Mike places his blunt behind his ear.

“Easy for you to say, nigga, you ain’t driving.”

“You’re the one that said it was cool, don’t pull that shit.” 

“Are y’all gonna argue the entire time we’re here?” Yara finally says before opening her door to exit when Evette parked. Neither of them responded to her which was better since hearing their voices the entire ride over annoyed her to an end. Yara pulls out her keys, finding the exact one to her mother’s place while walking up to the house.

 It was spacious, open living both indoors and out with this exquisite Steve Kubitschek-designed Craftsman home. Located at the top of a private cul-de-sac in the tight-knit Woodside Glen community of 21 modern homes, it's a hidden gem in Oakland's leafy Montclair neighborhood.  Yara couldn’t deny it, she enjoyed the fabulous open layout with upscale touches, including a gourmet island kitchen with breakfast nook, great room with gas fireplace, and luxurious master suites with a soaking tub and views of the Bay. She used to sit out on the expanded deck, studying while being surrounded by the apple, apricot and fig trees her mother planted. Behind the yard is a little-known trailhead into Joaquin Miller Park's 500 acres of redwood groves and lush creeksides where Yara used to hike and bike ride. 

“Mama!!!” Yara yelled when they entered. 

She could smell her mother’s cooking. Her eyes looked up at the soaring 14 foot ceilings, and around at the newly decorated home. Her mother finally took her advice and decided to change the boring, puke green. It was a beautiful design with earth tones that matched her mother’s green thumb energy. Every fresh herb, vegetable, and fruit her mother cooked with came from her garden. Sometimes she would go to her local Trader Joe’s or Farmer’s Market. Evette oo’ed and ahhh’ed behind Yara the further they walked inside. Climbing a small set of stairs that led into the kitchen, Yara found her mother chatting it up with a few of her step-father’s sister’s with a glass of white wine in her hand. The patio door was open so that meant that everyone else was out back, her step-father probably grilling up steaks, ribs, and home-made burgers patties.

“YARA!” Her step-Aunt, the youngest of the three, Benita says. She gave Yara a veneer smile before stretching her arms out for a hug. Yara gives her a quick hug.

“Hey baby,” Yara’s mom, Kendra says before kissing her daughter’s curly head, “Are you gonna stay with me this weekend?”

“Yes, mama, I have my bag in the car, hello Stacey,” 

“Hello,” Stacey is Benita’s sister. She’s stand-offish but not like Yara could be, she did that because she didn’t care for Yara. Stacey is Lauren’s mom. Lauren couldn’t stand her mother for many reasons.

Mike and Evette greet everyone as well while Yara goes out back to say hello to the others. She decided to be nice and give her stepdad a hug before practically running up to Lauren. Lauren is a literal sweetheart. She’s the same age as Yara and she’s a nurse. Lauren’s pretty features reminded Yara of Saweetie a little bit. She came with her boyfriend that Yara only met once before named KC, he has features that remind Yara of Omarion. Both girls caught up with each other like old times, laughing, gossiping, and sharing good news. Yara didn’t see not one family member that was blood, all were married into the family. She didn’t feel too disappointed, it was still pretty early and her family can be known to be fashionably late. 

Back in the house, Yara asks Evette to open her car so that Yara could get her bag out. Once she came back inside, Yara found her old room, sitting her bag on the bed that was neatly made. She has her own bathroom in her room with a jacuzzi tub. She couldn’t wait to unwind and take a bubble bath. Walking back out and down the steps, Yara could make out her mother screaming excitedly at the top of her lungs. Yara went down the remaining steps two at a time before making her way towards the kitchen speedily. Yara couldn’t believe who had just arrived after saying he wouldn’t be able to show up. She wanted to punch him in his pretty face.

“ERIK! LOOK AT YOU!!” Kendra was amazed while she looked at Erik. He simply smiles, showcasing his deep dimples and bright white smile with gold slugs on his bottom canines. His curly fro looked extra moisturized, the coils neatly placed and springy and he is fresh from head to toe as usual. 

“It’s good to see you Miss. Kendra.”

His deep voice… Yara had to control her legs from shaking.

“Voice all deep, muscles, the hair!!! My God is this really my son’s best friend?!” Kendra pulls Erik in for another hug, “I’m so glad you came! You have to stay with me this weekend. Mike is staying too! It’ll be like old times when you used to spend the night.” 

“I packed an overnight bag.” 

Yara inwardly cheered.

“Yara? Come say hi to Erik,” Kendra says, ushering Yara over with a quick wave of her hand.

“I saw him like a week ago, mama,” Yara came over anyway, giving Erik a hug, “Glad you came.”

“Erik, can you believe this is Yara? I mean, she used to be so petite! Now she has more hips than me! She was little Yara to you, what are you gonna call her now, huh?”

“I’ll have to think of a new nickname,” Erik looks Yara up and down. Yara can tell he was trying his hardest not to appear obvious with his attraction towards her, “She’s a woman now.”

“Mhm, I have to keep reminding myself that she is 21 now,” Kendra pouts while smoothing her hand over Yara’s face. 

“Where is your new husband? I haven’t had the chance to meet him yet,” Erik says, stopping Kendra from crying. 

“Oh, he’s out back, come with me,” Kendra loops her arm through Erik’s, walking him out back. Yara lets out a shaky breath. He’s here and he’s going to spend the night. Perfect, now, they didn’t need to sneak around and fuck without suspicion, he’s sleeping here. They would just have to be a little quiet. That won’t be a problem, the walls are soundproof thanks to her stepfather. Yara lingered near the patio door, listening to her step dad, mother, and Erik talk. 

“This is Fred. Fred, this is Mike’s childhood friend, Erik.”

They shake hands. Yara caught Erik’s eye. He winked at her and that motion shot straight to her clit. This event couldn’t be over fast enough. Yara knew it was going to take a while since it just started and family tends to linger even after it’s over. Time went on and everyone mingled and danced before the food was finally ready. Inside, an assembly line of people with plates wrapped around the kitchen and dining room. Everyone wanted to talk to Erik. He couldn’t even sit in the fire pit outside and enjoy his meal without someone holding a conversation with him and that included Mike to Evette’s dismay, she occupied most of her time on her phone. 

Erik couldn’t keep his eyes off of Yara whenever they crossed paths. Heart shaped face, dimple in her chin, glittering eyes fringed with long eyelashes that reminded him of maple syrup, silken skin like cinnamon, ebony ringlets that made her thick but arched brows pop, lips full and glossy with a prominent Cupid’s bow. Clearly, Yara was the stunner out of all the women at that gathering that wanted his attention. Short, shapely legs oiled down, little denim skirt on, and a clingy top that struggled to keep her pendulous breasts in place. Each time she reached for her plate or cup it would put her curvaceous breasts on display. Shit, with the way Erik was staring at her he wouldn’t complain if they had spilled out right into his hands. 

Yara noticed how the other women, no matter how old or young made it their duty to keep Erik company. Whenever Yara came near him, she would touch his arm or shoulder, and each time, Erik felt something surge through his body. He couldn’t decide if it was static electricity or his own lust playing tricks on him. She was putting on a show for real. Yara would sashay through the yard and Erik could tell it was on purpose. Her hips had him stunned. Yara had a butt that swooped out in the precise amount of curvature. There is nothing comparable to the well-shaped butt of a black woman.

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Yara was two plates full and on her second cup of Ciroc with lemonade. She had just finished doing the Cupid shuffle, more than excited to join especially since some of her blood relatives arrived. She looked around the yard and noticed Erik, Mike, and Evette are missing. They probably all went on a smoke break out front. When Yara went looking, she didn’t spot them out front at all. She knew they couldn’t be in the house because Yara’s mom didn’t like smoking in her house since it left a lingering smell. Yara finally decided to walk the trail that she usually did when she lived there. Sure enough, Mike, Evette, Erik, and one of her annoying ass step-cousins, Lyric, were smoking weed and shooting the shit. Mike gave Erik a look while passing him the blunt before tilting his head in Lyric’s direction. 

Lyric is cute, but she’s not Yara. Erik gave her a quick once over before shrugging a single shoulder. Yara didn’t like that. She wanted to see him shake his head not shrug a shoulder like he wasn’t sure. All this good pussy Yara has to offer he better come correct. She turned away to leave but once again, Mike’s keen eyes caught her before she could make her exit.

“You have a serious habit of sneaking up on niggas and spying,” Mike jokes, causing Lyric to snort a laughter. 

“Shut up, fool, I was just wondering where y’all went, that’s all,” Yara walked up to them all, avoiding Erik’s eyes. He was probably giving her a teasing smile.

“You don’t even smoke.”

“And?” Yara takes a sip of her drink, “Now that I know where y’all are, I’m gonna head back.” 

“Uh-huh, I keep forgetting your 21 now with that drink in your hand.” 

“Why does my age have to be the topic of conversation? I’m sick of that shit.”

“Well, I haven’t seen you in over two years. Last time you were 19 so,” Lyric finally speaks up.

“Whatever, I’m out,” Yara turns, walking back up the trail that led to the house. She was bothered and she wanted to be alone for a little bit. Erik brought up her age, then her mother, then a few other family members, then Mike, and then Lyric. It was giving her a headache. 

The event slowed down and the family that did stay later gathered around the big fire pit in her mother’s yard to talk and drink. Yara was seated between Erik and Mike. She was feeling her drink and it was peaceful. Yara loves that stage of being tipsy where you’re completely coherent and know exactly what's going on but you feel so loose and free at the same time and your typing skills blow but you can feel the blood flowing throughout your entire body and it's just warm and fuzzy and nice and amazing. 

It was dark minus the warm, low, glow of the yard lights and the fire making all the melanin surrounding her have an orange glow. She glances up at Erik and he looks down at her, giving Yara a small smile before one arm comes up and around the back of her. She bites her lip, trying her hardest to appear discrete with how horny she felt. Yara shivers when she feels Erik’s fingers on the back of her neck, softly playing with the curls at the nape of her neck. Her lips parted and she brought her cup up to hide her soft sighs. Erik was dragging the flat part of his nails up and down the back of her neck. No one could see what he was doing since it was dark. Just when her nipples become erect, Erik stops, bringing his hand back down to rest in his lap. 

Yara’s phone vibrates in her lap. She picks it up, her family's laughter surrounding her. Taking a look, she sees a message from Erik. She opens her phone, turning down the light so that it wasn’t too noticeable. Leaning back a little, Yara brings her phone closer to her face. She froze when she opened his message. Erik sends her a nasty gif of a girl taking a dick just as big as Erik’s while she was holding her legs up. She was creaming all over his dick while he fucked her slow.

Who’s daughter can I do this to tonight?

Yara closes her eyes. She brings her cup to her lips to hide her excitement. He really sexted her at this moment. He wanted to torture her, she would play along. 

Miss Kendra’s daughter 💦

She could see him in her peripheral looking at her text. He starts typing.

I’m a tear up your insides. 

Yara’s leg jerked. 

I can always handle more. 

Mike laughing loudly next to her startled her. She almost forgot where she was. 

Okay, we’ll see. You looking good too. You gon’ have me in trouble girl cuz I’m not gonna be able to keep my dick out of you for a second.

That’s a challenge I’m willing to take daddy!

Yara’s phone buzzed a few times back to back 

In the mood to be sucking on a fat clit n even fatter pussy lips 👅

Let me suck that pussy in my mouth... I’m nice and faded too. I'll eat you up Yara I wish you were over my face right now. You like how nasty I’m texting you while you’re surrounded by your family? They don’t know their little Yara likes to get her pussy ate and fucked with a big dick.

“Shit,” Yara spoke to herself. She wrapped a single arm around her belly to calm her butterflies. Yes, she did enjoy the nasty talk in front of her family. They were too busy talking to notice how antsy Yara is and all the squirming she was doing to get friction on her clit. She couldn’t sit there anymore. 

“Leaving?” Kendra says to a few family members who are standing. After that others started filing out, saying their goodbyes and planning to do this again soon. Evette and Mike are all boo’d up, talking closely to each other. Yara stands, pulling her skirt down, and stepping over Evette’s feet to leave the fire pit.

“Going in, baby?” Kendra says.

“Yeah, I’m gonna take a quick shower and relax, love you mama.”

“Love you too, I’m making a big breakfast tomorrow.”

Yara looked at Erik who was sitting there with low eyes from being cross faded. She wanted him to follow her but that would be too obvious. She walked as quickly as possible back inside of the house. No one was around so she stopped in the kitchen to grab some water and take a breather. Yara could hear footsteps behind her. She turns, coming face to face with Erik. Yara looked towards the patio, wondering if anyone followed him in.

“They are still outside, bend over real quick.”

“Erik,” Yara was scared to do it so out in the open.

“It’s okay, just bend over for me...I just wanna take a peek, I know that pussy is wet.”

“I don’t know-

“Yara, I’m not playing with you. You’ve been teasing me all day let me see that pussy.”

Yara looks towards the door again before turning around, pressing her body against the counter. Yara brings one thick leg up onto the counter top, her denim skirt riding up to reveal hot pink panties. Yara pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and right there sitting fat, lips forming a shape of a heart was Yara’s pussy. She takes two fingers, spreading her sticky lips for Erik to see. 

“Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.” 

He was behind her quickly, his fingers rubbing up and down her pussy. Stepping away, Erik sucks on his fingers. 

“Soon as they leave I’m coming upstairs and I'm pounding that ass so good this whole house gon’ wake up.” 

Yara takes her leg down, fixing her skirt. She did it just in time when some other family members walked in, waving goodbye. When they leave, Yara and Erik laugh at almost being caught. 

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It was late, well past three in the morning. Yara was freshly bathed and in a T-shirt, her chocolate ringlets pulled up into a pineapple above her head. She knew her mom was probably in the kitchen doing some last minute cleaning so Yara didn’t want to look suspicious walking past her to go to Erik’s basement room. She had to wait another hour before texting Erik to come up stairs. 

Which room?

Yara leaves her door cracked.

The door is cracked. 

She tiptoed back to her bed after shutting off her bedroom lights, the only thing igniting her room is the glare from the TV. 

Is your mom still down stairs? I could have sworn I heard her in the kitchen. 

Yara took that as a sign to go check. She leaves her room at the same time her mother was walking down the hall with a glass of wine in her hand. 

“Still hungry?” Kendra asks her daughter.

“No, just thirsty, mama.” 

Kendra kisses her cheek before walking to her master suite, “Alrighty girl, goodnight, I’m gonna need it.” 

“Night, mama.” 

Kendra pushes her bedroom door opened, entering, then closing it shut all the way. Yara walks back to her room, picking up her phone to text Erik.

I’m coming down.

He instantly texts back.

Coming to me this time? Lol 

SHUT UP!

Yara grabs her phone, leaving her room. She made sure her door was closed, she didn’t expect her mother to come knocking this late. Yara makes her way to the large basement, walking past her step father’s man cave and the home gym. There, straight ahead with the door cracked is where Erik is staying. Yara pushes open the door slowly. Peeking her head inside. Erik is laying back on the bed with one foot hanging over the edge, the other propped up and swinging from side to side. He’s completely naked and Yara could see his used towel hanging on a hook behind the half bathroom door with a standing shower. 

“Quick close that door,” Erik whispers.

Yara closes it, walking fully into the room only lit with a small table lamp. Erik sat up on the edge of the bed, pulling Yara into his arms. Their lips and tongues battled feverishly with pent-up passions. Their hands began to caress and explore each other’s body. Yara’s soft backside felt good as he grabbed each cheek and pulled her tightly against his groin. Her hands roamed across the muscles of his back and up to his shoulders. Erik broke the kiss to pull Yara’s T-shirt up and over her body, nothing underneath. His eyes landed on the breasts that teased him all night. Her dark, thick buds were tasty as his tongue rolled across her taut nipples, setting off her sensual murmurs of approval. The contrast of Erik’s russet skin against Yara’s café-au-lait complexion provided the ideal blend of colors. 

“These big ass titties, and you ain’t have no bra on either,” Erik felt his bare dick wedge between the cheeks of Yara’s curvy ass.

“Why did you shrug about Lyric?” Yara asks while watching Erik suck on her titties. 

“You caught that? Girl...I ain’t worried about her so why are you bringing her up? She’s cute...what did you want me to do tell Mike that I’m fucking his sister instead?”

“You should have just said you weren’t interested, Don’t play with me, Erik,” Yara warns him.

“Girl? You need to calm the fuck down, better yet, get on your knees. Let’s see if that gag reflex is real...swallow all ten inches of this dick.”

Yara didn’t move quick enough so Erik gave her a little push, Yara finally getting down on her knees. Erik’s freshly washed dick was in her hand again and Yara wasted no time spitting on him to lube him up before fitting his dick down her throat. She made it to eight inches before pushing further, his ten inches all the way down her throat now.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Erik spoke with a sotto voice, “suck that nut out, girl.” 

Yara kept eye contact with Erik while she deep-throated him. She drew Erik’s dick from her mouth to spit on it some more. Yara repeated that gesture over and over, engulfing Erik’s throbbing dick then pulling it from her mouth. He tried to keep his grunts and moans as low as possible, but the danger of knowing that her mother was upstairs heightened the pleasure he was experiencing. Yara continued to moan while her lips were dragging up and down his dick. She starts using her tongue now, wiggling it under the tip of his dick. 

“Damn, Erik, it’s so thick.” She says wit spit hanging from her lips.

Her hot mouth devouring his dick caused Erik’s eyes to roll shut. Yara sucked it in and out of her mouth again, letting it pop each time she withdrew her mouth from the head. Yara played with his dick as if it were her own personal joystick. Yara worked her mouth down Erik’s elongated staff, taking more than half of it in.

“It’s too big for my mouth,” she announced after withdrawing from his saliva-coated shaft, “But, I have another hole that I know can handle it.” 

“Oh yeah? You make that sound like a challenge...drain my dick first and then we’ll see about that.”

Yara started sucking him into utopia again. Erik was reminded of her skills and it had him palming the back of her head so that he could fuck her throat. The entire night he had to conceal his hard dick in his jeans and when his dick is so stiff like that it pulsates painfully and his balls feel like their dragging. That means he’s going to cum damn near a bucket full until he’s fully emptied. 

“Good girl, I needed this so bad you don’t even understand...had me changing my plans just so I can spend time with you.”

“Mmm,” Yara moans.

“Yes, suck that shit baby, fuck, yes, that’s how you do it, milk this dick girl, fuck, Yara,” Erik was struggling to be in control that his hand left the back of her head to grip the edge of the bed, “good bitch suck daddy’s dick, do what you love, suck this dick.”

Yara continues to swallow Erik’s dick while looking him innocently in the eyes. His face scrunched up and that’s when his thick dick erupted in Yara’s mouth. Erik didn’t even give her time to drain him fully as he lifted her off of the ground, his dick still leaking cum. Erik falls back on the bed, his hands roughly squeezing her ass while pushing her hips forward so that she could climb on top of his face. Yara didn’t even sit on his face fully before Erik’s lips were wrapped around her clit. 

“Come on girl bounce that pussy on my tongue.”

Yara starts bouncing her ass, Erik’s thick, flat tongue swiping over her pussy each time she comes down on him. He ate her pussy like he craved that shit all the time. Erik’s hands are on Yara’s back, pushing her to keep those hips moving. She could feel nothing but lips and tongue down there. Now, Erik’s tongue is darting in and out of Yara’s pussy. Yara’s sexy voice moaning above him had his tongue flickering back and forth rapidly and applying so much pressure Yara is quivering and dripping all in his mouth. He wanted Yara to sit on his face all day and night 

“Daddy, can I squat on your face like this all weekend? I like the way you suck on my pussy.” 

“You know you got a place on my face, I’ll eat this pussy on sight,” Erik spoke briefly before he caused Yara’s pussy to drip on his tongue yet again. 

“Unh, shit!!!” Yara shouts. Good thing the walls are soundproof because she would have woken up the entire house. She continued to cum in Erik’s mouth while this pussy eating monster kept on licking, “Erik, baby, fuck.”

Erik ended it with a suck to her clit before lifting from between her legs. Beard soaked, Erik leans down to kiss her with a grab of her jaw before pushing her down on the bed. Erik is on his knees now, positioning Yara on her back. He brings both of her legs straight up, instructing for her to keep them in the air. He was mimicking that gif that he sent her. Yara peeked around her legs at him, watching Erik take his fat dick in hand before pushing it between her thighs so that she could feel how much tighter her pussy is in this position. Yara’s eyes look up at the ceiling with her mouth falling open. 

“That’s how I fucking do it baby,” he barked out.

“Umm, I love your hard dick,” Yara exclaimed while Erik strokes her, trying to push himself all the way in. He was having a hard time now with all her thigh meat so Erik spreads her thighs instead. The second he did that, Yara gasps, “oh, yes...yes-yes-yes-yes I feel that hard black dick,” her mouth went wide, “yes-yes-yes ummm fuck!!! You’re stretching the fuck out of my pussy,” Yara spoke through clenched teeth. Erik didn’t stop, that was a sign for him to pick up the pace and keep going.

“This is some deep pussy, you are creaming all over my dick, baby,” Erik struggled to keep her shaky legs open, “Stop all that shaking, girl,” Yara squealed over and over each time Erik bottomed out inside of her, “Yara, I’m not playing with you, keep that ass still so I can get in this pussy.” 

“Oh, shit,” Yara covered her face, “Daddy.” 

“You know you want it all, don’t fight it. Just lie there and let it happen. Say how much you want it all. ask daddy to pound my pussy and then see what happens.” 

Yara may be thick but her body is little and lithe compared to Erik’s. She was being folded in half and now Erik was really filling her up, his balls slapping her ass and everything. Erik has all the time in the world now since last time. His dick is so big and so good Yara was cumming on him with no control over her body. 

“Your mama ain’t raise no punk, you should see all this dick sliding in and out of this creamy fucking pussy,” Erik pulls out only to push himself back in fully, “when I say look I mean look, girl.” 

“Fuck,” Yara lifts her head from the bed to watch Erik fuck her.

“You see how I’m filling this little pussy?”

“Unh,” Yara’s head fell back against the bed. 

With each moan and shriek coming from Yara, Erik’s dick gets harder and bigger until it is swelled to a size that has Yara clawing at his abs. She’s going to keep cumming if he keeps this up.

“Yeah, fucking squeal, bitch you’re taking it all don’t care how much pain you’re in,” he was way past nice and easy, “Baby... daddy needs to train that pussy to take this dick when I go harder... you can’t always expect daddy to go slow you got some good pussy,” Yara squeals again, “I understand baby, just hold still and take it, you were doing so good...girl shut that shit up take this dick.”

She was cumming again. Yara pushes Erik away with her foot causing him to flip her on her stomach, arch her back, and then it was all she wrote. Erik has Yara’s hands behind her back, holding them softly, stroking her wrists with his thumbs but that dick was killing her pussy. That dick is literally in her ribcage. He was touching her cervix and she was squirting on him continuously like a running faucet. Pap, pap, pap, pap Was the sound of her cheeks just like the first time they fucked only this time Erik was going full throttle. 

“Taking this dick like a champ, hold it just like that ima cum in my pussy.” 

“Daddy, please cum,” Yara begged.

“I like how you sound begging me, take it baby, take it pretty girl, yesss, show daddy you can handle this dick, make daddy proud baby, that’s right, you a grown woman now right? Right? Show me how grown you are, throw that pussy back,” Yara gave it her all through her cries, “Mhm, fuck that dick.”

“Daddy, yes, fuck, please-please daddy!!!”

Yara tried but Erik was too impatient, hands on her hips now while he took control again. Yara was falling into the bed, losing her arch and Erik followed. He leans over her body, grabbing her by her jaw to kiss her while he stroked. She whimpered into his mouth the more his dick hammered her pussy and before she knew it he released her jaw, both of his hands planted on either side of her head. Yara grabs his wrists, her eyes squeezed shut and a multitude of moans rolling off of her tongue. Erik’s hips snapped into hers with speedy delight before he was cumming deep inside of her pussy. He slowed down, allowing Yara’s walls to grip him and drain him. 

“Yara, shit,” Erik pulls out, rubbing the tip of his dick on her ass. He stayed over her for another minute before falling back on his knees, wiping the sweat from his nose that dripped. Yara was too weak to move. 

“Yara, you good?” Erik asks while rubbing her back.

“I’m good,” She tried to move but her bottom half was paralyzed, “I don’t know how I’m gonna go back to my room now.” 

“Just sleep here, I’ll set my alarm for like two hours from now and then you can go back up.”

“If I do that then I’m never going to leave,” Yara gently turns on her back, “I am so sore right now.” 

“I’ll kiss your pussy,” Erik opens her thighs, “C’mere.”

Yara closes her eyes when Erik’s lips kiss her pussy. He started from her outer lips and then he went inward, holding her pussy lips open so he could kiss her inner folds and exactly over her aching hole. She could feel her legs being pushed back and that’s when she knew he was about to eat her pussy again. 

“Erik?”  she called to him with a questioning voice.

“It’ll get better...just be a good girl and cum in my mouth.” 

Yara gave in.

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Halloween: Quinn

**18 years or older only!!! This story contains themes of: extreme male weight gain, magic, very very brief mentions of sweat. The gaining that occurs is purely fantasy and unrealistic, continue at your own enjoyment.**

Quinn, a typical male ‘pretty boy,’ has put off finding a halloween costume until the last minute! After hours of scouring different halloween stores, he stumbles upon a strange ‘pop-up’ shop that has just the outfit he’s looking for - a sumo costume. This night certainly will be one he’ll remember forever!

Quinn was the standard ‘pretty boy’ that everyone admired. At just over 6 feet tall (185.42cm) and 190 pounds of lean muscle (86.2kg), he looked like he belonged on the cover of a health and fitness magazine. The jawline that highlighted the shape of his face could cut granite. Thick, short black hair, along with his evenly tanned, olive skin and deep hazel eyes, all only seemed to make him more desirable to those around him. Quinn was soft on the eyes and had a personality to match – except for one flaw. He loved most people, and was always quite agreeable, however, having grown up a little ‘husky’ – he managed to build a harsh resentment for anyone overweight.

“Fuck,” Quinn muttered under his breath as he pulled his truck into a parking spot. He shut off the vehicle and looked across the empty lot at the pop-up Halloween store. Quinn sighed despairingly and continued, “This place better have it!”

Quinn was not the best at planning. He knew he had to buy a Halloween costume for quite some time, but he procrastinated until the last minute to find one. Quinn only had a few hours left before the party and this store was his last chance to get the costume he really wanted – a sumo wrestler belt.

The handsome man pulled out his car key and climbed down from his truck. He speedily rushed across the empty parking lot and into the store. The little bell above the door chimed as he rushed in. The sound echoed for a moment before dissipating into silence. Quinn looked around – the storehouse was empty.

“Hello?” Quinn said as he began to wander around.

He walked across the rows of aisles. The fluorescent lights flickered and buzzed above him as he scanned his surroundings. Silence filled the cold air that wafted around him. The shelves were lined with costumes ranging from wolf-men, lumberjacks, gorillas, and other cliché costumes. A shiver ran down Quinn’s back as he felt as if someone was watching him.

“H-Hello? Anyone workin’ here? I’m looking for a sumo wrestler costume!” Quinn yelled once again.

Before giving up hope, Quinn heard a door open in the back of the store and a thickened wheeze for air. The loud footsteps pounded the dirty, checker-pattern tiled floor. Quinn heard the heavy footsteps get louder and louder as someone got closer. Slowly, Quinn rounded the corner and crept his way to the aisle it was coming from. Out of the darkness from the back of the store came a morbidly obese man, easily several times the size of Quinn.

“Jesu-“ Quinn quickly stopped himself before he could finish muttering what he was about to say.

The man was wearing an old, tattered shirt, and massive sweatpants, but both were not large enough to fully cover his immense size. Love handles sank down from under his shirt, and nearly a foot of doughy flesh was exposed at the front, revealing the indent where his deep belly button was. Quinn tried his best not to gasp or marvel at the man’s titanic stature.

“So… Ye want… a sumo… wrestler outfit… do ye?” The man’s voice itself even sounded fat. He was taking up the entire width of the store’s aisle, standing in the middle of it, his huge thighs brushed against the cold shelves. The man smirked across to Quinn.

The floor trembled as the man continued to waddle closer and closer. The items on the shelves shook forcefully and nearly fell off the hooks as his thighs smacked against them. The man continued to pant and wheeze with his mouth drooped open. Two, fattened nipples were poking out from under his tight shirt. The man’s knees were hidden away by mounds of hip and thigh fat that had oozed down his legs like melted nacho cheese. The vast belly that hung low in front of him swung as his thighs pushed against it to step forward.

“Y-Y-Yes, please. I looked everywhere. I went to every store. They’re nowhere to be found!” Quinn pleaded.

“Well,” The man panted for air and continued, “I got one left… but it might not be right fo ye…”

Quinn started to walk closer to the massively obese man. As he approached, Quinn was increasingly intimidated by how colossal this man was. Quinn looked up at the man’s plump, rounded face, and replied, “Please! I’m sure it’s fine. I’ll make sure it fits!”

The man smacked the sides of his gut. It rippled under his palms and between his fat fingers. The smack sounded almost wet. Quinn winced slightly and watched as the obese, blubbery chest heaved up and down for air. The man smiled, and Quinn was able to see his sauce-stained teeth.

“I ain’t sure… about it… I mean… why would a good lookin’ bloke… like yerself… want to be a sumo wrestler?”

“It’s… It’s for the irony-“ Quinn honestly replied half under his breath. He hoped deep down the man wouldn’t take offense to it.

“What is that… supposed to mean?”

“I-I-I’m not a big guy… and so it is funny to be a… sumo wrestler…” Quinn quickly trailed off and slowly stopped talking; realizing that his words came out worse than he’d meant them to.

The man just smirked creepily and shrugged his fat shoulders. The series of fat chins that had hidden away the man’s neck squeezed together as he peered down at Quinn. The man reached on the shelf next to him. He pulled out a comically large sumo wrestler’s belt. It was white and had strands of fabric that draped down in the front and the rear. He reached out his fat-engulfed arm to Quinn and passed it to him.

“Y-You’re right… it might be a little bit too big!” Quinn mentioned.

“It adjusts,” The obese man muttered. “One size… fits all.”

The gargantuan man finalized the deal by charging Quinn $5 for the mawashi. Quinn then rushed out of the store and back to his car. Quinn threw the sumo belt onto his passenger seat and drove home faster than ever before. Once home he grabbed the costume and ran inside. He nearly jumped up the stairs and into his bedroom where he closed the door and looked at the mawashi.

Quinn furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at the clothing. It looked somewhat smaller in his hands. It was still clean and white but felt oddly warm in his grip. Before he could think anything was strange, Quinn decided to try it on.

The male model stripped out of his clothing. His toned, slim waist and perky rear flexed as he stepped into the sumo belt and pulled it up. To his surprise, the mawashi felt snug and constricted against all the important parts that needed to be covered. Quinn tried to reach down into the front of the belt to fix his package but quickly realized the garment was too tight. His hand could not fit between the waistband and his pelvis. Quinn shook his legs and squat down to adjust himself, but the mawashi did not seem to budge. He looked at himself in the mirror and shrugged his shoulders.

In the mirror – he liked what he saw. His toned body had filled out the mawashi in the best way possible. Quinn’s tight, bubble butt was nicely covered in the back, and his muscular pelvic region was also graciously covered in the front. He then walked into his bathroom to get himself ready for the evening.

The model’s vanity caused him to take hours to get ready for the party. Not one hair was to be left out of place, his skin needed to be moisturized and free of all blemishes and imperfections. Quinn looked at himself in the mirror and felt a subtle tingling sensation from under the mawashi. He lazily scratched at it and noticed his finger sink into his pelvis.

“What the…” Quinn trailed off as he looked down and saw his torso was rounder.

A soft, doughy belly expanded outward from his once muscular torso. The fat on his pelvis even began to swell within the tight sumo belt. Quinn looked over his shoulder and watched his bubble butt slowly expand and fill outward. The lard that piled onto his ass sagged downward due to gravity and splayed outward. The fabric of the belt was engulfed between the two rounded ass cheeks.

He rushed from the bathroom to the full-length mirror in his bedroom. As he passed through the doorframe, he felt his soft shoulders and widened hips brush against the wood. Ripples shook across his heavy body. Quinn’s jaw dropped as he stood in the mirror and watched helplessly as his frame filled out all over.

The floor groaned as he continued to swell with lard. His thighs started to squeeze against each other. Expanding sacks of flesh quickly took over Quinn’s legs, getting rid of any muscular definition he had worked hard to obtain. His thighs rubbed together as he tried to walk around – forcing him to waddle comically. Soon his knees were engulfed in lard and hidden under sagging rolls of flesh.

Quinn gasped as his hips continued to swell out wider, forcing him to take a few steps back to get a full view of his broad, girthy body in the mirror. The definition on his legs was completely gone, and all he was left with was a series of stacked mounds of blubber that flopped down heavily.

Quinn’s hips undulated in large waves as he widened his stance and tried to steady himself to accommodate his continued growth. His belly expanded and flopped down over his crotch. The mawashi slowly began to get covered by Quinn’s sloshing gut. As it continued to grow, the piles of lard folded inward under their own size, creating a series of rolls on Quinn’s torso.

His stomach rumbled loudly as it stretched out more with no signs of stopping. The asymmetrical, doughy surface of his gut rolled down over his thighs and towards his knees. Love handles formed on his sides and caused more crevasses to form on his fat frame. The folds continued to expand across the landscape of his belly. Quinn’s deep belly button eventually caved inward as blubber expanded beneath it, which created a ‘double-belly’ look.

The growing blob’s rear enlarged to colossal portions. It sagged low behind him and flopped heavily against the back of his cumbersome thighs. Mounds of back fat began to flop over the top of his ass cheeks, which surged upward. With every subtle movement, Quinn could see his pear-shaped frame ripple and wobble. The two globes of ass fat rose and fell with each step. Given the titanic width of his frame, Quinn was able to see the corpulent ass cheeks spill off to the sides while he stood in front of the mirror.

Quinn’s arms grew heavier and spilled out over the sides of his expanding torso. His once muscular biceps were now soft, doughy pillows that sagged down over his thickened chest fat and rested on his love handles. Quinn’s fat moobs splayed over the sides of his growing belly. Thick, pepperoni nipples pointed downward off the sides of his mountainous belly as his moobs expanded to a size that no shirt of his could ever contain.

The floor continued to groan painfully beneath the growing landscape of lard. Quinn panted for air as standing became too much effort. He waddled backward to park his fat ass down on the bed for a moment. The smack from his ass cheeks sounded like someone was slapping a bag of pudding. The globular rear rippled in thick waves. Quinn broke into a sweat as he collapsed onto the bed. The tsunami of gelatinous beef immediately squashed the mattress. His moobs and belly sloshed up and smacked against his chins and then sloshed back down. The immense weight caused the frame to crack and snap.

-CRACK-THUD-

Quinn’s bed collapsed to the floor, causing his entire body to slosh heavily. After waiting a few moments to catch his breath, Quinn slowly rolled over to his side. To do so, he needed to rock and gain momentum for his huge, lumbering belly to roll. Quinn then slowly inched himself up into a seated position with his fat legs stretched out onto the floor.

The extremely obese man’s wide hips spilled outward and forced his love handles to also roll to the sides. Quinn widened his stance, trying to spread his thighs far enough apart to let his belly spill between his knees. His chest heaved as Quinn huffed for air. Sacks of blubber that covered his torso made his rib cage feel heavy. Before standing up, he was distracted by his reflection in the mirror.

The newly corpulent man was unrecognizable. His Adonis-like face was now trapped under piles of flab. On both sides of his fat lips were large heaps of fat that sagged down onto his neck – hiding his previously prominent cheekbones. The once muscular neck had become a tire of lard and stacks of flab formed his chins. Quinn’s chest heaved as he panted for air. He reached his hand out to see if it was all real – and it was.

His fingers, which were now fattened to the size of dinner sausages, sank deep into his ocean of fat. The chubby arms weighed down heavily as uneven mounds of blubber sagged down from all over his appendages. His upper arm and shoulder had become indistinguishable from each other – now a wide, rippling dune of flesh. Quinn attempted to lift his hands all the way up, he still felt lard slump against his moob fat.

Quinn dropped his arms, letting them smack against his girthy frame. While he tried to catch his breath, the obese model lazily rubbed his hands across the landscape of fat. Quinn felt the mawashi dig into his ass crack and strain to contain his fat pad that now completely swallowed his crotch. Quinn was easily over 900 pounds (408kg).

“Fuck…” Quinn wheezed for air, “…How do I… explain… this?”

The growth seemed to stop for a few moments, while Quinn caught his breath. This was still a lot to take in – his mind was rushing, and his heart beating out of his chest. Quinn hated fat and loathed everything about it. He was beginning to get flustered imagining what others would think of him. Fear and shame washed through his gelatinous frame.

Eventually, he decided to get up – he had a party to attend. Quinn rationalized that he could probably convince everyone it was part of his costume. He planted his fat feet firmly against the wooden floorboards and widened his stance. He tried to place his hands on his knees, but his belly and arm fat limited his mobility. Quinn heaved and rocked as he built up enough momentum to lurch up onto his swollen feet.

“There… we… go…” Quinn panted aloud.

As Quinn approached the door, he noticed his eyes were now level with the top of the frame. Without thinking, he ducked his head down and the flab on his chins sank and squeezed into the warm, doughy sack-like waterbed of chest fat. With his flabby shoulders and torso through the frame, he felt the sides of the frame dig into his wide hips. Quinn moved and wiggled his body as much as physically possible.

Quinn gasped and tried to continue waddling forward, but his huge thighs were fighting over space in the doorframe. Sweat dribbled down his fat face. Quinn’s blubbery cheeks turned red as he exerted all the energy he could to squeeze through.

Quinn wheezed and panted as he leaned forward, his fat ass cheeks pressed together and rose up as they oozed through the frame. He tried to clench his butt cheeks together to help, but the vast quantity of blubber was too thick. Fat hands smacked against both sides of the doorframe and Quinn pushed against the walls.

The wall groaned as more rolls of flab oozed out. Love-handles squeezed and flopped through. The hills and valleys of flesh sagged freely as more of the landscape made it through the frame. Finally, Quinn popped out and stomped into the hallway. He leaned against the wall to regain his balance and catch his breath. Quinn looked to his right and noticed the bathroom door. He turned the handle and opened the door. Inside, he looked at the mirror and was startled by the sight.

“Jesus! Is that…me?” He yelped.

Quinn thought for a moment, then rubbed his eyes. He could not believe it – he was still growing. This could not have been real. He continued down the hallway, the widening hips crashed against the sides of the walls like ocean waves against a rocky shore. The mountain of blubber slowly stomped down the steps. The mawashi continued to be engulfed by swelling lard as Quinn continued to expand. He panted louder and gasped for air as his legs slowly weakened. The stairs creaked and snapped under his fat feet.

The morbidly obese man’s fat legs were forced to fight against the gelatinous apron-like belly to waddle forward. Luckily, gravity did most of the work as he made his way down the stairs. Floppy love-handles spilled over his widened hips and oozed over the railings just as Quinn made it down the last step.

Finally, Quinn stood at the front door. He debated putting on shoes but realized it was futile – he could not even see his feet. Quinn panted and wheezed for air as he took a few moments to plan out what he would do at the party. In the meantime, his hairy fat pad started to swell around the front strap of his mawashi, almost engulfing it. From the front, the gelatinous fat pad looked like two hairy lips that splayed around the tight fabric. Quinn slowly started to feel his heavy rear-end press against the banisters.

“Fuck…it!” Quinn panted.

He swung the door open and twisted his frame as much as physically possible. The wood managed to snag against portions of his arm fat and held them back. Quinn pushed his arms outward and felt his blubbery appendage rub against the frame as it extended freely. Once his arms were through, Quinn was able to shove them against the sides of the walls – following the same technique as earlier. Trick-or-treaters ogled and gawked at the nearly immobile glutton.

Quinn panted and wheezed; his face turned bright red as he noticed a small crowd beginning to form. He continued to try and maneuver his bloated body through the doorway. Both of his fat nipples managed to flop out from the frame, and they splayed freely over the crest of his belly. The crowd gasped. Roll after roll of belly fat oozed out and inched lower on his body.

Once his belly spilled out freely, it was already large enough to sag down over the front of his claves. People began to approach him and offer to help. Quinn reached out his hands and some of the men grabbed onto him and pulled. Unfortunately, his pear shape had grown and expanded to the point where his hips were far too wide for the frame.

One of the men quickly ran off and returned with an axe to break down the wall on both sides of the door. Quinn was more than embarrassed, but all he could think about was sitting down and catching his breath. People were positioned all around him, and they continued to pull and grab at his fat body. Hands sank into piles of flesh across his vast landscape of blubber. Men tugged on rolls and others hoisted up portions of his belly fat. Quinn’s fingers swelled to the point where it was difficult to bend them, which made it hard for people to grab and pull. His back fat started to rise up against the top of the doorframe.

-THWACK-CRASH-THWACK-CRASH-THWACK-CRASH-

The neighbor began to break down the wooden siding. This was to create a large hole for Quinn to ooze out of – similar to what Firemen do for people Quinn’s size when they need to be transported. After a few more swings, the siding was torn down in chunks. Quinn was freed. The ocean of blubber wobbled unreservedly. Ankle fat began to inch over the top of his feet. Quinn’s thighs had become hidden away under a gigantic landscape of belly fat that extended down to his calves. The widened hips looked like a series of sagging fleshy rolls.

Quinn panted and wheezed. The crowd that had formed around him looked up at the large, gluttonous blob. He appeared naked to them, but the sumo belt had been completely engulfed in blubber. From behind, the view was no better. The back of the mawashi had become absorbed between his cavernous ass crack.

“I must…get to… the party…” Quinn’s fattened voice boomed over the crowd.

A man approached him and replied, “I can drive you. I have a truck.”

Several men had positioned themselves around the nearly immobilized, growing hog. They grabbed handfuls of blubber and hoisted it upward to take some of the weight off of Quinn. He lifted his arms and allowed for two men to situate themselves under them. The men grunted loudly as Quinn lowered his arms, and blubber spilled across the men’s shoulders and heads. With the help of the men, Quinn managed to wobble and waddle forward. His belly was about a foot from the ground and swayed powerfully. The curtain of fat almost knocked several of the men away from their positions around him.

The truck groaned and creaked under his girth. Immense poundage had forced the wheels to distort against the cold asphalt. The truck bed warped as Quinn planted his fat ass down onto it. The siding of the vehicle dug into his gelatinous hips, part of which had spilled over the top of the rim. The driver sat down in the truck and looked out the back window. Two, hairy globes of ass fat had completely blocked his view out of the back. The rear windows creaked loudly as Quinn’s blubbery posterior was piled high against it.

The drive was not as bad as Quinn had expected. It was nice to be resting and sitting, and the night air felt good against his fat body. His nipples hardened as the cold breeze slithered between the crevasses in his fat. Each small bump in the road sent his flabby, gelatinous body rippling and wobbling. Once at the party, the driver managed to back into the driveway, and Quinn felt the growth slow until it completely stopped. People looked out the window of the house and gasped at the sight they saw.

“I’ll go see who it is!” Chet yelled inside as he opened the front door.

Chet walked over to the truck. As he approached, the sound of panting and wheezing got louder. He looked up at the ocean of fat piled high in the truck bed. Quinn was too embarrassed to say anything at first, but Chet did not even seem to recognize him – or recognize Quinn as human.

Chet walked to the cab and said to the driver, “What the fuck is that? I didn’t order a mountain of… whatever that is… Is that gelatin or like a shit ton of ham?”

A moment of silence passed, and Quinn finally built up the strength to speak.

“Hey! Chet, it’s me…You like it? I’m a sumo!”

“…Who…wait…that voice…Quinn! Quinn is that you?” Chet gasped as he rushed back to the immobile tub of lard piled high in the truck bed.

“Yep! It’s me… you like… my costume?”

Chet immediately grinned and leaped with joy. He began to comment on how realistic Quinn’s costume looked. Chet was immediately impressed by the details – the fat nipples, the sweat, the hair, the inhuman-size, and the many rippling folds of blubber that felt warm to the touch. Quinn’s fat face turned red. Chet opened his garage door and helped the driver to back into the garage so Quinn could join the party. The newly extremely obese ex-model smiled. He didn’t have to tell them the truth, not yet at least. Besides, he had a party to enjoy first.

[ayellowcurtain]

Like trouble water running cold

Chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 

(this episode is basically all about smut, unsafe sex)

Constantin waits impatiently on his bed, hearing Ismail and his terrible taste in music while making a mess in the kitchen, trying to make them breakfast. Ismail can’t cook even if his life depends on it, but after last night, Constantin doesn’t feel like arguing so he didn’t say a word when Ismail finally left his side for the first time since they got home yesterday.

He sounded like it was offensive that he was getting up to make some food and Constantin didn’t have enough strength or will in him to try to make him stay so he went back to sleep, letting Ismail do whatever he wants, as long as there’s something for him to eat and the kitchen doesn’t catch on fire.

He has a better idea of what he wants for breakfast, but he decides to wait, moving to lie on his back even though the new position makes him have to face the fact that it’s already bright outside, as bright as a day can be.

Ismail left his bedroom wearing his underwear - he likes them very tight and Constantin doesn’t do well with that, his mind always going to the same place - and one of his Britney Spears t-shirt, another one of Constantin’s weaknesses. And he can’t stop thinking about it. Nothing better to cure his hangover after a fight, his brain still too big for his head, pounding against his skull, making everything hurt. Only the best sex of his life with the best person he knows.

Constantin sits on his bed very carefully, trying to ignore his aching muscles, leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs, covering his entire face with his hands, needing an extra second in the dark to recover his senses before sitting up straight, staring at the door as he takes his underwear off slowly, trying to move as little as possible while doing so, pulling the sheets to cover between his legs. 

The music finally dies down and Constantin feels anxious for some reason, putting his hand on top of his head, messing up his hair, hoping it looks somewhat good after what happened last night, and countless hours of sleep.

Ismail’s morning voice, whispering the lyrics of the song that was just playing gets louder and louder as he gets closer to the door, stopping when he sees Constantin there, sitting on the bed, naked, barely covered by the white sheets.

“You’re awake…”

Constantin nods, still feeling a little lightheaded from sleeping for almost twelve hours.

Ismail smiles, carefully putting the tray on top of the dresser right next to the door, walking to Constantin, finally. He takes his shirt off while standing right in between his legs, taking his time to take all his jewelry off too. Constantin sighs, kissing right on top of his belly button before throwing himself back on the mattress, lying down comfortably, lifting the sheets so Ismail can join him.

“Everything okay?” Constantin doesn’t want to talk, so he nods again, propping himself on his elbow, looking at Ismail lying next to him again, lifting his hips carefully to take his underwear off now that they’re under the sheets.

Constantin feels weird going this slow and aware of things. They’ve done this more times than it’s probably healthy, but this feels a lot different, kissing Ismail because he wants to, because Ismail is the best, and because Constantin loves him so much it physically hurts.

He tries to go back to not thinking about the meaning of that, about anything actually, kissing Ismail’s neck, hearing his breath hitch against his ear, his always cold body quickly getting way too warm, but Constantin presses their bodies even closer because it feels even better like this.

Ismail slowly opens his legs, and Constantin kisses his cheek, his mouth, looking at him while lying on top of him, fitting perfectly in between his legs. They move like they’re made just for this, and Constantin catches himself staring and not doing anything else, watching Ismail’s long and dark curls sprawl all over his white pillow, for once not covering his eyes or any part of his perfectly made face.

There’s always a second before the chase to their release, waiting for the second when Ismail always stops everything to wiggle himself up on the bed so he can reach the nightstand where Constantin keeps his condoms. He always has them, especially now that they live together, and they seem to get through them rather quickly. Ismail doesn’t move up but he looks at Constantin, again with more feelings and thoughts than they’ve ever put into this. Instead of his arms going up on the mattress, one of his hands goes under the sheets, in between them and Constantin has to stop his breath not to moan too loudly even though they’re alone at home.

It lasts so much longer, but Constantin feels like he’s right on the edge at all times. They keep going from fast to excruciatingly slow, and everything all over again, not wanting it to end just yet. Ismail is different, just looking at him like this, looking deep inside Constantin’s eyes, so calm and slow in everything he does, every touch feeling meaningful, and that makes Constantin want to come.

He’s not putting on a show for once, taking his time to be present and enjoy every movement they make in sync. He looks at Constantin when he manages to keep his eyes open, smiling softly, a little crease forming in between his eyebrows every once in a while as a reminder for Constantin to go slowly, more careful, arching his back from the mattress, them going still while he gets used to how this feels with no condom, trying to kiss, but mostly just breathing into each other’s mouths.

He feels his sweat starting to pool at the back of his hair, in between his shoulder blades, like Ismail’s nails aren’t enough to make goosebump run wild on his body. Pressing Is flat against the bed again, putting one arm around Is’, grabbing his shoulder from behind to ground himself, hiding his face against his neck, not able to hold his weight completely anymore, his arm shaking, catching up to how overwhelmed he feels inside his foggy head.

Ismail holds him comfortably, both arms wrapped around his neck, pushing himself down at his own pace, and Constantin can’t hold it anymore, moaning loud against his neck, holding his waist so tightly his fingers go a little numb too.

In what feels like a second, the white stars blinking inside his eyelids turn into a milky white canvas, and Constantin opens his eyes, slowly starting to be aware of every inch of his body again, mostly soft all around.

He feels self-aware suddenly, holding his weight up not to crush Ismail for another second, feeling himself slip out of him, pulling a slow moan out of both of them.

He bumps his nose against Is’ as a silent apology and Ismail smiles a little, playing with Constantin’s hair, putting it back, probably just making it spiky.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks, afraid of the answer, not sure for how long he was there, dead on top of Ismail.

“No, it’s okay.” Constantin kisses him softly because he can before moving to his side, making sure to keep the sheets still covering both of them. He feels the mess they made on his stomach and his back slowly sticking to the sheets, dangerously close to the wall under the window and behind him, emanating a colder air against his still overheating body.

Constantin can’t help but look down and under the sheets, a little proud of himself, and happy that Ismail enjoyed it this much too.

“You’re so dumb!” Ismail pushes him lightly, but Constantin falls on his back, smiling, lying on his side, adjusting his pillow over his biceps, as close as he can to Ismail.

“Sorry, I just...blacked out for a second, I guess.”

Ismail rolls his eyes, his already back to cold hands going from one side of Constantin’s stomach to the other while he sits on top of Constantin, the sheets pooling around his skinny thighs, “And so you needed to check .”

Constantin hums, still tired, but feeling light and somehow rested enough to sit again, wrapping his arms around Ismail’s slim waist, kissing his chest that’s getting blotchy as he cools down.

“Yeah because I didn’t remember. Didn’t want to leave you neglected.” He puts his hand in the back of Is’ neck, pulling him down for a kiss, a little too slow and tired.

Falling back asleep sounds like the best thing ever, but Constantin is way too dirty to do it.

“Come take a bath with me.” He whispers against Ismail’s lips and Is nods, sucking his bottom lip.

Ismail gets up from his lap, standing up on the bed, jumping to the floor, scrunching his curls while he waits for Constantin. He moves a lot slower, it’s not intentional, but he feels like he weighs two, maybe three times heavier this morning.

He turns his legs to the side of the bed, dragging himself to the edge to get up on his feet. He stretches himself all the way, his hands touching his whole torso on the way down because it feels nice, his skin still a little sensitive, and he finds some spots that are sore and probably a little swollen, but Ismail doesn’t let him analyze it any longer, grabbing his hand, helping Constantin start walking to the bathroom.

His reflection on the bathroom mirror takes him by surprise; he knew he got into a fight last night but he forgot it could leave bruises. One side around his left eye is forming a half moon of a bruise, getting darker this morning, from the top of his eyebrow to his cheekbone.

The front left piece of his hair is tinted with a hint of pastel pink, his blood that Ismail probably didn’t have the time to clean up completely before Constantin fell to the side, already asleep.

He looks to the shower, the water already running hot, and Ismail is under the stream of water, looking at his feet, his curls stretching down while he puts his hands against his face, rubbing it gently.

Constantin pushes the bathroom door until it’s almost closed, hoping they’ll soon be inside a comfortable sauna. The space is tiny, especially for both of them to use at the same time, but it’s good, especially today. Ismail bumps against him constantly while turning from facing the wall to looking at Con, his hands exploring Constantin’s body to help the water get everything, making him warm too. It feels so nice, Constantin exhales without meaning to, so ready to change positions with Ismail so he can feel the actual warm water help his sore body.

“Can we go again?” He asks, looking down at Ismail, putting his hair behind his ear.

“Do you think you can do it?” Ismail teases right back, pouting a little and making himself look smaller almost under Constantin, his hands finally resting against his abs.

“Fuck off.” Ismail smiles as Constantin puts his hands on his sides, turning Ismail back to face the wall in front of them.

[everythingoesnk]

My name

summary; you and paul were involved in a car wreck and he hasn’t been able to move on

word count; 1 113

request by anon; “would you ever write an angsty paul fic? you’re the queen of that 👑”

disclaimers; i’m no queen of anything but hope this doesn’t disappoint you :)

warnings; battling w/ depression

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Shoulders hunched forward, sitting on the edge of the bed with the elbows propped on his knees, Paul let the blackness in his bedroom take hold of him. Not a single streak of light could break through the shell he brick by brick built around his soul.

Continuously eating his mind, depression had consumed whatever spark characterized the man he once was.

His swollen heart went into an endless free fall, and although he tried desperately to hang on to anything that would stop the descent, he couldn’t. In his nightmares his bleeding hands were brutally bruised, making it impossible to cling long enough to any branch of salvation. He just assumed he would end up hitting hard the concrete someday, dying lastly.

Assumptions. That’s what it was all about these days.

He ducked his head.

The idea of dying and finally resting low key lifted his spirit.

“You have a way out right under your nose and you won’t give it a chance”

Drained of any emotion other than consternation, your voice stabbed at him.

Frustration flared up in your chest when he didn’t bother to elaborate a response.

“I like Linda” you murmured after a while.

Every muscle in his body aching, Paul sighed, much more tense now that you were there to tell him off.

“You don’t?” you asked.

He shrugged.

“You won’t stay this broken forever” you reminded. “People heal with—”

“Time? Shut up, (Y/N)” Paul shook his head, getting all riled up.

Your gut twisted.

“Listen to what I want to say first before you come at me, at least”

“I don’t care anymore. About anything”

The amount of lethargy and disgust in his tone made your heart shrink.

“Please, Paul, don’t talk like that”

In a beat, Paul rose, went over to the nearest table and flipped it away with all the strength he could muster. Hot and heavy, your chest turned into a scorching oven when he finally looked at you, his tormented deep-set auburn eyes searing into yours like a gunshot aimed toward you. You noticed too how his thorax hitched up and down, clearly agitated.

“Ever since you left, everyone seems to know what’s best for me, always giving me advice I never asked for. You understand me when I say that that’s my business only, do you? If I want to deal with this my way I’m allowed”

“Totally. But you’ve got to—”

“You’ve got to,” he mocked, anger surging through his body, “everyone repeats that, ranting about how I have to accept help because it’ll help me heal faster. I’m DONE!”

His screaming catapulted your pulse to the heavens above.

You were scared to speak know. Whatever you articulated, he wouldn’t dissect to comprehend that the people who loved and cared for him were just offering support for him to not cope with the grief alone.

“Why are you here anyway?” Paul asked, standing rigid.

“If I’m here it’s ‘cause you needed to see me”

He turned his head to sort of have a moment with himself, hands fixed on the hips.

Paul chuckled glumly beneath crystalline quiet tears. Tears that were now trickling down his cheeks.

“It’s been one solid year”

“Are you going to measure now for how long I’m permitted to mourn?”

“Don’t do this to me” you begged, his brusqueness making you feel like you were gulping glass.

“Don’t do what, exactly? You’re the one who’s gone, and I’m left here alone—”

“I can’t find peace within myself if you won’t let me go” you interrupted. “I saw your reaction when you first met Linda, it awakened familiar feelings and that’s totally fine”

You walked closer and tipped your forehead against his. “A new happiness doesn’t mean you’re leaving me behind. Knowing that someone will love and take care of you as I did is what I want most in the world, for I know you’ll be safe”

Paul knew he couldn’t let his destructive demeanour be in control forever, but he hadn’t recovered fully yet.

“I still need more time to process you’re dead” he muttered, sniffing.

“I’m not dead entirely” you corrected.

Paul’s brows were so close in confusion that they looked like a slim caterpillar.

“I’m here,” you said, placing a tender hand on his torso to feel the beat of his heart, “as long as you remember me or mention my name. Tell to the kids you’re sure going to have one day how bitter you’d be at me whenever we’d compete to see who could fit more strawberries in the mouth, losing every time. I want you to make them laugh so hard with that story that they ask you to tell it again. Over and over until they can recite it themselves. You can forget me from time to time,” you looked up at him and saw him eyeing you with a mixture of love and commotion, “but mention my name. Even if it’s only in your mind ‘cause you don’t want anyone to hear. That’s all I’m asking. If you ever stop, I’d be dead for good”

Paul’s fingers were clutching at your dress as the pain coursed over his rattled body. Agony thickened his tears and made his lashes look even darker.

Hostage to the sorrow, he didn’t even realize until you pulled your hand back to the side that you had stroked his cheek.

“Everything’s going to be alright, Paulie” you assured, conceding him one last delicate smile.

He wanted to say more, but after blinking once, annoyed at how uncomfortable the weight of the tears in his eyelids was, you were no longer there.

//

Paul was on the bed, curled on his right side when Brian found him.

He went to pick him up to go to the airport because the band had interviews and performances on the other side of the globe for the next two weeks.

“Ready?” Brian asked, observing him with curious eyes.

Paul coughed. “Huh… yeah”

When they got to the car, Paul called out Brian’s name before either of them could get in. Both had their hands on the handle. Brian just stared back, dragging his eyebrows together.

“Do you remember Linda?”

Brian’s furrow deepened, but he was genuinely interested.

“Yes”

“Could you get me a contact number? I might take her on a date”

“That’s… that’s a fantastic idea. Consider it done”

Brian slowly showed a complacent smile. His eyes lit up at the fact that Paul hadn’t given up on life or love.

He looked up to the sky and his grin became bigger.

For some odd reason, he felt you had something to do with it.

[bvllyhargrove]

I’ll Take You For A Ride (Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader)

Summary - After fighting for your attention, Billy offers to drive you home...

Words- 3717

Notes - Too many sleepless nights went into this, I forgot how to write smut halfway through the scene and this was born... I promise it’s not too horrible. Let me know what you think! It’s my first time writing for Billy and I genuinely enjoyed it 

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It was hot, the unforgiving Indiana sun rays beating down on your chest as you tried your best to stay in the shadow of your umbrella. You canceled out the joyous screams and laughter coming from the water as you relaxed, sunglasses perched gently on the bridge of your nose.

You could hear the soccer mom's just a few occupied seats from you, drone on about a new lemonade recipe they perfected - just in time for summer. Not even your friend's constant chatter didn't penetrate your eardrums as you mindlessly sipped the new recipe of Coke through the cheap plastic straw.

Lucas swore the new recipe tasted better than the original, and you loved the kid just enough to try it. Years of babysitting for The Sinclairs were both a blessing and a curse on your end. He's been trying to date you since he was a toddler.

"What about a job at the mall? Steve works there... at that ice cream place." Carol murmurs behind her pocket mirror. Somehow, In the hundred-degree heat, she still cared about her makeup. It was a blessing that it wasn't melting off of her.

"Give it up, he won't date you, he's dating Nancy Wheeler." Your eyes flicker over the crowded pool, lips turning down in disgust. There was no way in Hell that you would be caught dead in that water... with all of those kids... the mere thought made your skin crawl.

Carol shifted in her seat, moving the mirror away from her face to glare at you. "Uh, no he's not. Isn't Nancy Wheeler dating Jonathan Byers?" You shrugged, eyes slipping closed under your sunglasses.

"Ugh, Nancy is dating Jonathan? Like, barf me out..."

"What about the lifeguard? Do you know her?" You watched her descend the lifeguard stand, nibbling mindlessly on her whistle. Carol cocked an eyebrow, shaking her head.

"No, I've never seen her a- who is that...?" She tugged her sunglasses from her nose to glance at the shirtless male lifeguard making his way to take Heather's spot. "Is that Billy Hargrove? Holy shit."

Eyes turned to him, girls gaping as they walked past him. He was beautiful, the soft tan of his skin contrasting perfectly with the red of his swim trunks. You lifted your sunglasses as well, watching with mysterious eyes as he walked closer to you, sharing pleasantries with the soccer moms. He walked past you, his eyes lingering. He seemed to move in slow motion as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth - a movement that Billy noticed.  

"Afternoon girls." He spoke slowly, his tone dripping with seduction. You breathed out a hot sigh, the blazing hundred-degree heat feeling more like a thousand on your skin.

Carol shot him a smirk, eyes sultry. "Hi, Billy."

Billy's eyes rake down your body, chewing on the end on his whistle. "The shades... they're rad." He murmured, teeth still bitten down on the metal. You shook your head, looking down.

"Thank you, Billy."

"Anytime." He shot you a wink, glancing at Carol and giving her a smirk. He moved his gaze back in front of him as he continued his path to the lifeguard tower.

"Oh, my God. He totally was eyeing you up! Y/N, this is big!" She sat up, grabbing onto your arm obnoxiously.

"Not even." You fixed your shades, before taking your coke back in your hands and taking a tentative sip, turning your nose up at the flat texture of the drink.

"Even!" She nodded enthusiastically. "Go up there and talk to him!"

"Carol, no." You waved her off, moving to grab your flip flops. "But I am going to get a bottle of water. Come with?" After Carol shook her head 'no', you stood, grabbing your wallet and making your way to the concession stand, trying your best to dodge the icky, sweaty kids passing by you.

You arrived at the stand, breathing out a sigh when the shade of the roof covered your overheated body. A short line of consumers stood ahead of you, taking their time in ordering their overpriced soft drinks and sticky half-melted ice cream.

"What's your poison, I'm buying." You jumped, looking to your left where Billy stood next to you. A delicious sheen of sweat covered his body delicately, giving his rippling muscles a more defined look. You simply shook your head, reaching for your money.

"Do you think I'm incapable of buying my own water?" You scoff, stepping forward as the line grew sparse.

You weren't dumb, you've heard about The Billy Hargrove. The handsome seducer that made girls cream their pants with a mere smirk from him. You weren't that naive to fall into his trap, no matter how deep his icy glare or how tempting his full, pink smirk was as he worked a piece of spearmint gum between his teeth.

"Come on, princess, don't make me beg, now." He chuckles, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth. You fought back a gasp, turning your gaze dead in front of you. His laugh was impeccably deep, stirring something from inside of you.

Fuck. You were fucked.

"No need to beg. You're not a child." You shrugged, inching towards the counter. There was one more person in front of you and Billy was still glued to your side. He cocked an eyebrow, ghosting out another chuckle.

"Calling me a child, Y/N? That's not very nice..."

You ignored him, asking for water once you got to the concession stand. Billy shook his head in disbelief, once again, laughing.

"Now you're ignoring me... playing hard to get, hm? Well, lucky for you, I quite enjoy a challenge."

"Shove it up your ass, Hargrove." You snatched the water placed on the counter for you and went to fish money from your wallet.

"Put it on my tab, hm?" He spoke slowly before placing a hand on your lower back, leading you back to the pool area. You felt a rush of excitement course through you at the defiance you shown. You couldn't deny that you wanted Billy, but he didn't need to know that. Not yet.

~

You and your friend waited until the sun started to set and the pool emptied of the countless children before starting to pack up. Thoroughly exhausted and sweaty.

You dreamed of getting into the shower, standing under the cool spray as water cascaded down your back, washing the stink and dirt from the day down the drain. The shower was your happy place, a place you could be alone with your thoughts long enough without disruption.

You craved silence and peace...

"Hey, Y/N," Your eyes screwed shut as you halted in your steps towards the entrance. Billy pulled a cigarette from his jean pocket, lighting it quickly before taking a slow, steady drag of the cancerous haze.

He was dressed simply, a change from his shirtless torso and red swim trunks. His tight jeans hugged his slim legs almost breathtakingly perfect and his loose-fitting pale pink button-up barely even buttoned halfway down his sun-kissed, ab rippled chest.

"Go ahead and leave, Y/N's friend..." He waved Carol off haphazardly. The setting sun cast an almost terrifyingly angelic glow on his face, his light eyes reflecting the golden rays - luring you in.

Your body unofficially belonged to him, you knew it.

"Uh, okay? Are you okay with that, Y/N?" She rose her eyebrow at you, a slight teasing gaze painting her features. You shrugged, nodding slowly. You turned to Billy, crossing your arms over your chest in slight defiance.

"Don't make me beg," He stared back at you, blowing his mouthful of smoke in your face. You wanted to slap that smug look off of his face but you also loved it. Making him fight for what he wants. It's obvious he's never had to before.

"Get on your knees, cowboy. Beg."

"What?" Billy chuckled, looking to the ground. You shrugged, urging him on.

"You want to drive me home? You beg."

He flicked the grey-hot ash onto the pavement before hiking up the fabric of his jeans and falling on one knee in front of you. "I can't believe I'm doing this..." He mutters, peering up at you with childlike innocence. "Oh, please, Y/N. Please let me drive you home." He tucks a curl behind his ear, smirking up at you.

You pretended to ponder for a few seconds before nodding. "Fine. I'll let you drive me home. Get up." Billy smiles gratefully, standing back on his feet and taking another slow drag of his cigarette before flicking it onto the ground, stomping it out. He was graceful as he holds his hand out for you.

"Take my hand and I'll take you to the stars."

"How corny." Carol snickers behind you, moving back towards the gate and to her car. The rising sound of crickets reached the two of you as you stood under the pink and golden sky. It looked almost out of a cheesy storybook.

You found your eyes gazing into his mysterious blues. Looking, searching, wanting... all of him.

He turned away on his heel, the smirk never leaving his face as he leads you out of the enclosed space, twirling his keys on his finger as he waves goodbye to his co-workers. You felt a new kind of confidence as you walked out of the pool with Billy Hargrove.

"This is my baby - A '79 Chevy Camaro. She's two and a half tons of pure, undisputed muscle." He knocked on the hood, sending a dull, metallic bang throughout the parking lot.

"So, are you an engine head?" You inquired, stepping into the passenger seat carefully. You could tell he took pride in the blue-tinted car. as you looked around the black interior. It was clean - you weren't expecting that much.

The ashtray, however, was full. Discarded butts of old cigarettes decorated the small compartment. The car smelled of cologne and smoke. It smelled like Billy, that delicious scent you wouldn't let your sinuses erase.

He climbed into the driver's side, keeping the door ajar as he fumbled around in the glove compartment, elbow resting on your thigh as he glanced up at you with those oh, so sinful jet blue eyes and those majestically long eyelashes.

You never understood how this beautiful man could be such a douche. But that's how all of the pretty boys were - hormonal idiots waving their dicks around without a care.

He finally retrieved a half-empty pack of gum, holding it up to you as an invitation which you denied. He shrugged, sitting back up in his seat and popping the thin white stick of the dry mint-flavored chicle into his mouth.

"You sure you don't want a piece, princess?" He flicked the metallic paper out of the window, working the gum between his teeth with a precise gaze, centered directly onto you.

"Uh - no." You cleared your throat, looking back outside of your window, finally letting yourself breathe the musty outside air. He was quick, shifting the car in drive professionally. He pressed on the gas, jerking the car into drive spaztically, causing both of your bodies to fall back in the hard leather seats.

He zoomed out of the parking lot, leaving a cloud of tire smoke in its wake.

~

A few minutes into the drive, to where - you weren't quite sure; the heady rock music played loudly inside of the car, irritating your eardrums. You've told Billy to turn it down multiple times, to which he ignored, playing it off as he couldn't hear your pleads over the songs.

Eventually, he reached over, turning the volume down to near mute as he glanced over his shoulder at you.

"Tell me about yourself." He drummed on the steering wheel to nonexistent music, his steady hand barely gripping the wheel as he rested his elbow on his thigh.

"There's not much to know about me." You shrug, glancing back over to him. He's still rapping his fingers obnoxiously on the wheel, light brown boyish curls moving almost angelically in the harsh wind. "Oh, well, I'm a babysitter. I sit for the Sinclairs, The Wheelers, etc."

"Yeah? Then you tell that creepy kid Lucas to stop harassing my sister. I tried to tell the little shit to keep her distance but she enjoys going against me. It's like she has a deathwish." He grumbled, tone harsh. You furrowed your eyebrows at the tone before shrugging it off. He was a universal douche, you doubt he acted differently to his family.

"You have a sister?"

"She's not my sister, just someone I had the grave misfortune of living with." He chews on his bottom lip impatiently as he turns into the parking lot of Hawkins High. You look around the familiar scenery, suddenly confused as to why he picked a high school to grope you at.

You knew his intentions, you weren't stupid.

And you knew you weren't the first girl to get fucked in the backseat of his car.

"I'm going to cut to the chase, baby. I want you. I've wanted you since I've seen you around the halls at school. I wanted you when that saw that sinful fucking body in that swimsuit at the pool. And I want you now, shivering in my presence." He spoke slowly, deep and brooding as he shifted the car in park, taking off his seatbelt and hovering close to you just over the console. You could feel his hot, minty, nicotine-laced breath on your hot skin, knocking the breath from your lungs.

Fuck.

"W-what?" Internally you screamed, hating the tiny squeak that left your red-bitten lips. He laughed darkly, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth even further. They were slick with sheen, red and pouty in the setting sun. His silver chain dipped from his shirt, landing on your slightly exposed chest. You shivered, eyes flitting closed.

"Beautiful..." He leaned closer, enclosing his lips around yours with haste. The kiss was messy and hot, teeth clacking together and tongues dancing in one another's mouth. He panted hotly against you, sliding a hand around your waist and pulling you even closer.

His hands were heated and quick as they explored your body just under your swimsuit cover and onto your stomach, feeling the soft skin under his fingertips.

You were melting, his touch beckoning you in. You were already aching, the buzz of arousal already pooling between your clenched thighs.

He pulled away, quick. Panting against your sucked raw mouth, causing a low, high whine to escape your parted lips. You needed him but you weren't surprised that he was a tease. Always a fucking tease...

"Billy... no." You breathe, tasting him on your tongue. He tasted just how you thought, of cigarettes and mint. It was his smell, his taste. You couldn't get over it.

It made you dizzy, needy... for him.

"Oh, what's that, princess?" He teased slowly, keeping his eyes steadily staring into yours. You shook your head, parting your thighs.

"I need it."

He attached his lips to yours again, nibbling on your bottom lip and slipping his tongue into your awaiting mouth. You focused on his every movement, the pulsing ache in your cunt becoming more evident with every single drag of his lips. "Get in the backseat, I want you absolutely naked." His words are articulated and dense, and if you weren't wet before, you are now.

You were quick, shoving off your loose-fitting bathing suit cover-up as you climbed over the console, your bare feet pushing against the upholstery of the car. You could hear the low jingle of Billy unlatching his belt and pulling down his zipper - still sitting densely in the driver's seat. He rolls up the windows, looking around at the barren parking lot to ensure the both of you were alone.

Your hands were busy pulling and tugging at your suit, peeling the skin-tight material off of your body, leaving you exposed and panting, welcoming the cool summer night air on your skin.

He was dark and brooding as he climbed over the console, fully unbuttoned shirt clinging onto his shoulders and half-opened jeans sitting tightly on his hips. He ran his tongue over his slick top lip at the sight of you. You could make out the half-mast outline of his cock through his jeans, making you shudder.

He hovered himself over you, noses touching. You breathed in his carbon dioxide and he breathed in yours. You reached up to tangle your fingers in his curly locks, pulling him down to another passionate kiss, letting the first moan of the night slip from your lips as you felt the rough fabric of his jeans and the outline of his sizeable member rutting against your thigh.

You threw your head back against the window, grinding down into his touch. You couldn't focus on anything else as your wetness fell onto the seat underneath you, soaking your thighs. He caught onto your neediness. You were right where he wanted you, soaked and writhing under him.

"Off, take them off." You breathed out, moving your finger down to tug at the fabric. He let you, looking down to you with those fucking eyelashes. Everything about this rippling man was perfection.

You dipped your thumb into the waistband of his tight briefs, pulling them down just so you could sneak your hand under the fabric, cupping him tightly through his pants. He finally let his eyes slip shut, his pink lips parting in a silent moan. You let your nimble fingers explore his thick length, mapping out the prominent veins on the underside.

"That's enough." He shot open his eyes, sitting back on his heels and tugging off his jeans and boxers, tossing them in the front seat haphazardly before taking his entire length in his hands, stroking his hand over it with a sly smirk.

"Like what you see?" He takes his free hand, spitting crudely in the palm before spreading it on the head of his already leaking cock. You bite out another moan, chewing on your bottom lip.

"Jesus fucking Christ..." You mutter, rubbing your thighs together, eager and begging wet-lipped for friction. You needed it, craved it, even.

"Language," He warned, hovering back on top of you, keeping himself balanced as one hand blindly leads his length towards your weeping cunt. It took all of your might to not sink down him as he pressed the head of his cock inside of you, watching your face intently as it twisted and morphed into one of utter pleasure, even pain as he stretched you out as no other man has before.

His hands grazed your skin, dull nails scratching down the insides of your thighs as he impaled himself deeper and deeper inside of you, keeping his bottom lip prisoner between his teeth, like always. You fisted his hair, already dampened with sweat as you tried to get used to the uncomfortable stretch.

Slowly, that pain morphed into immense pleasure, sending your eyes rolling back in your head. He bottomed out, leaning down to kiss and bite at your neck, leaving the skin irritated with his hickeys. You cried out at the contradicting feelings, wanting to focus on the hot wetness of his mouth but also needing him to just give in and fuck you already.

You let out a strangled sob as he rocked into your tight cunt, his mouth parted so perfectly the entire time, and his god-like eyelashes casting shadows onto his boyish face.

You found yourself staring at him, taking in his blissed-out expression as sharp moans fell from your lips. There was a refreshing gentility to how he fucked you - he rolled his hips into you, savoring how your walls clenched and spasmed around him

The air was hot with perspiration as he finally focused eye contact on you, curling his lips into a smirk as he strengthened his thrusts, nearly at the point of punishing as you already felt your orgasm flip and jump in the pit of your stomach.

"B-Billy!" You moaned, wrapping your legs around him tight, trying to get him deeper. You needed him deeper. Your toes curled, legs spasming as you felt the tip of his cock brush against that silvery sweet spot inside of you that made you scream at the top of your lungs

The hot leather stuck to the skin on your back, chafing the skin as you focused on your impending orgasm, sneaking up on you sinfully as you fisted at Billy's locks. "I-I'm close." You bit out, doing anything to get more friction where you needed it the most. He didn't take his eyes off of yours, drinking in your drunk off of pleasure expression as he fucked you into heaven.

"Cum, baby. Cum all over my cock, hm?" He whispered, nostrils flaring as his breathing picked up. He muttered out a string of curse words, eyes slipping shut as he used your cunt like a toy, chasing his impending orgasm.

It didn't take you much longer before you were seizing under him, cunt spasming and quaking around his length as you came, your hot liquids gushing around him. Your eyes fluttered as you fucked yourself down onto his cock. Still needing to feel every single inch of him.

You were whining with sensitivity, unwinding your arms from Billy as you grip the car seat for purchase. His thrusts barely faltered as he reached his high, throwing his head back in a guttural moan as he pulled out unexpectedly, letting the head of his already weeping cock fall on your lower stomach, letting his cum paint your sweat sticky stomach.

"Fuck! You fucking - Uh!!" The muscles in his arms tensed beautifully, allowing you to make out every defined tendon and vein. You bit down on your lip, the sticky cum on your stomach already drying.

"Take me home now?" Your arms shook as you sat up, everything single part of you in disarray. You sat in a pool of your sticky arousal, grimacing when you felt your skin peel away from the leather.

He simply chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, no princess. I have plans for you." He scooted closer to you, dragging a finger down your chin. "Big plans."

[choiceswreckedme]

The Beginning

Day 19 of @choicesnovemberchallenge: Desire

Book: Mother of the Year

This is the third installment of my MotY mini-series. This can be read alone or in conjunction with my first two fics: The Visit and The Pep Talk

Warnings for smut, dirty talk, graphic depictions of sex between consenting adults.

Tagging (from my new fancy tag list!): @binny1985 @i-bloody-love-drake-walker @dawn-1994 @burnsoslow @walkerismychoice @debramcg1106 @molly7998 @desiree-0816 @innerpostmentality @thatrookiechloe @seriouslybadchoices @virtuallytakenby @darley1101

“Do you want to come up for a cup of coffee?” Amelia tilted her head, a coy little smile lifting the corners of her lips. “Maybe a glass of wine?” 

Thomas knew exactly what he wanted, and it wasn’t a beverage. No, he wanted to take Amelia upstairs and make love to her all night long. Wanted to hold her naked body as she succumbed to the throes of passion, all for him. Kiss every inch of her skin, reveling in her scent, her taste. He wanted to wake up next to her in the middle of the night and gently rouse her with wandering fingers, sinking into the wet heat he had imagined so many times. God, he wanted to make her his. 

“I’d love to,” he replied, sending an answering smile her way, “but what about Bella?” She grinned fully and opened the car door, slim legs swinging out into the chilly night. 

“Alma said she could stay over tonight,” she threw over her shoulder, words dripping with innuendo, “so I’m all alone.”

Thomas quickly exited the car and rushed around to help her out. Amelia took his hand and stood, offering a shy smile. “So gentlemanly,” she murmured, taking a step toward him.

Her ankle twisted slightly on the uneven curb and she pitched forward, reaching out to Thomas. He scooped her into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. Amelia’s chocolate eyes gleamed up at him. “My hero,” she whispered, tilting her face up. In the moonlight she looked positively ethereal, inky waves curling around her shoulders, her pale, golden skin glowing as though touched by a thousand beams of soft light. 

She took Thomas’s breath away. 

He bent his head and kissed her softly. It felt like their first kiss all over again, and Thomas knew it was because it held the promise of more. More nights like this one, more days spent together with their daughters, more hours whiled away wrapped together in bed. And he wanted it all.

“Let’s get inside,” Thomas said, breaking away from Amelia with great difficulty. The pair entered Amelia’s building hand-in-hand, scurrying up the steps to her apartment. His heart beat so loudly in his chest he was sure she could hear it. They were on the edge of something wonderful, something amazing, but Thomas wanted to make sure she was with him when he took the jump.

Amelia’s hand shook as she tried to fit her key in the lock and Thomas gently put his hand over hers, helping calm her nervous trembling. 

“I’m here, it’s alright,” he whispered over her shoulder, his warm breath tickling her ear and flooding her core with heat. Together, the twisted the key in the lock and tumbled inside, anticipation making them clumsy. 

Amelia moved toward the kitchen. “So, would you like coffee? Or something stronger? I can make tea – “

Thomas pulled her back against him, their bodies fitting together perfectly. He smelled the amber musk of her perfume and buried his nose against her neck, his cock hardening at both her scent and the feeling of her tight, round ass pressed snugly against his groin.

He lowered his head to her fragrant skin and gently sucked her neck. “I only want you, Amelia,” he uttered, lifting his lips to nip at her earlobe. She moaned wantonly, arching her back as her head fell back onto his shoulder. 

“God, yes, Thomas,” she breathed, her arm coming up to twist behind his head, her fingers sinking into his auburn waves as he continued assaulting her neck with wet, passionate kisses. 

Thomas greedily accepted her invitation, palming her breasts through the dark plum dress she wore. He massaged them roughly, smiling against her skin when he felt her nipples harden against his hands. Amelia mewled and moved her body so it pressed against his once again, undulating her hips so her ass thrust against his dick. 

It was his turn to moan, bringing one hand down from her chest to her lower abdomen, urging her body even closer. The feeling of her against him was sublime; Thomas grew harder at the thought of how it would feel once they were naked. 

He spun her around and roughly took her lips, plunging his tongue into her mouth without delay. One hand slid up her back and into her hair, clutching the strands at the nape of her neck as he plundered her mouth. 

Amelia gave just as good as she got, sliding her tongue around his, gently sucking and licking. Her leg came up around his hip and Thomas grabbed her thigh, thrusting his hips forward so that he could rub directly where she wanted him most. 

“God, Amelia, you’re fucking incredible,” he panted, raising his head to look at her. Her eyes, heavy-lidded with desire, were jet black with arousal. Lips swollen from kisses, cheeks flushed with heat, she was more gorgeous than he could have dreamed. He released her leg and swept his hand through her hair, pushing the lush curtain back from her face. “Let me have you, baby. Let me make love to you tonight.”

Amelia could only utter a single, breathless word: “Yes.”

Before she could blink, Thomas picked her up in his arms, carrying her down the short hall to her bedroom where he deposited her gently on the bed. Standing above her, Thomas’s heart thundered. She was everything he had been waiting for, his fresh start, his new beginning. 

His second chance at love.

Thomas stretched out beside Amelia, resting his weight on one elbow, and gently cupped her face. “I want you to know that I’m absolutely crazy,  head over heels in love with you,” Thomas confessed, he words soft as a whisper in the darkness of her room. 

“But –”

“No.” He slid his palm against her cheek, his thumb coming up to brush against her soft lips. “I know what I said, how I acted, but I was just scared. I’ve been falling for you since the day I met you, I was just too stupid and afraid and guilty to act on it.” Tears trickled back into Amelia’s hair as they fell from her eyes, and Thomas gently brushed them away. “I don’t want to waste another day in the past, I want to focus on my future.” He kissed her softly, flicking his tongue out to taste her sweet lips again. “And my future is with you, if you want it to be.”

Amelia smiled up at Thomas. “I want it all. With you.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss, one that started slow and gentle but quickly became heated. Thomas rolled on top of Amelia, propping himself up over her and wedging his muscled leg between hers. Her body moved against him instinctively, her hips rolling up to grind on his thigh. 

His hand trailed down her side, moving once again to cup her generous breasts. His thumb roughly flicked against her nipple, still hidden underneath layers of fabric. “Too many clothes,” he mumbled against her lips. “Need to feel you.” 

Thomas broke away and stood next to the bed, leaving Amelia sprawled beneath him, blinking. “Come on, then,” he urged, pulling her to stand before him. He took her by the shoulders and turned her, gripping her hair up in his fist as he mouthed at the sensitive skin of her neck. With his other hand, Thomas deftly unhooked the button at the top of her dress and slid down the zipper. Inch by creamy inch Amelia’s skin was revealed to him and he devoured it like a man starving, pressing hot, open-mouthed kissed down her spine. 

He pushed the dress down Amelia’s arms and it fell to her feet, leaving her in nothing but a lace bra the exact shade of her dress and a matching thong. 

“My god, Amelia,” Thomas groaned, dropping to his knees behind her. “You’re a goddess.” His hands cupped and caressed her ass cheeks, massaging them as he placed wet kisses against her skin. From his position he could smell her arousal, a tangy, heady scent that made his mouth water and his dick throb. He lightly ran his tongue upward between her cheeks, the lacy string of her panties rough against his probing mouth.

Amelia keened above him, hips still undulating in an attempt to get his mouth exactly where she wanted it. Thomas grinned against her skin. 

“Patience, baby, we have all night.” His fingers crept up her legs to the silky elastic around her hips. With a simple tug her panties fell to the floor, and Thomas greedily spread her from behind so he could taste her.

Amelia cried out when his tongue touched her throbbing center, wetness from his mouth and from her arousal coating her thighs. Thomas licked at her folds, sweet as candy, loving the sounds she made. 

“Bend over,” he ordered, reaching up to place a hand on her back. She did as he said, gracefully stretching her torso to lean on the mattress. Thomas nudged her legs apart, opening her wider so that he could see every inch of her pussy, neatly-trimmed, black hair surrounding her lips. “Such a good girl,” he crooned softly, loving the way she moaned at his words. His fingers dipped briefly inside her before he brought them up to her clit, moving against the slick skin in a tight circle. 

“Fuck Thomas, I – FUCK,” Amelia swore. Thomas grinned to himself and pressed harder against her lower back so that she tilted up toward his mouth, plunging his tongue inside her as he continued to work her clit. 

He moaned in unison with her, the taste of her essence making him drunk with desire. Rocking back against his face, Amelia let loose a string of the filthiest, sexiest words Thomas had ever heard.

“Fuck, Thomas, yes,” she moaned, “eat that pussy… mmmmmm … God you eat pussy so good … Thomas, I need you to fuck me now… God, Thomas…“

Afraid that he would lose his load before he even got inside her, Thomas picked Amelia up and held her against him, turning around so that he lay on the bed and she sat astride him.

As if she weighed nothing, he quickly shifted her so that her knees rested on either side of his head against the pillows and brought his mouth to her delicate folds. He licked and sucked the swollen flesh, gently at first, then harder, a feral moan escaping him.

"Oh!” Amelia cried, her thighs beginning to quake. She had never been with a man so eager to please her, so willing to put her pleasure first. Thomas gripped her hips and brought her down harder against his mouth, tongue flicking and stroking masterfully against her.

He broke away, panting. “That’s it, Amelia.” A swipe of his tongue. “Fuck my mouth.” Hands pressing her down. “I want you to come all over my face,” he finished, latching onto her clit and sucking, hard.

His words rocketed her toward completion, her body alight with arousal. She felt wetness slipping from her and moaned as Thomas’s tongue roughly cleaned her folds.

Her first orgasm came quickly, a burst of blinding light behind her eyes, and she shattered above him, gripping the headboard as her pussy throbbed and her clit flexed against Thomas’s tongue. She reached down to grab his hair, holding his face tightly against her, completely overcome by the electric sensation of his mouth on her body. 

He greedily lapped up her juices, thrilled that she trusted him enough to let herself go completely. Letting her ride out her orgasm on his lips, Thomas kept his face buried between her legs, giving her everything she needed. He turned his head and gently suckled at the sensitive flesh of her inside thigh, marking her as his. 

Amelia came down from her high, panting. "I’m sorry, I’ve never done that before,” she sighed, her words tinged with embarrassment. “I just – it was so good.”

Thomas lifted her in one smooth motion, quickly wiping traces of her cum from his chin. He rose to sit with her on his lap, looking intently into her eyes.

“Don’t you ever apologize for that, Amelia. You’re so goddamn sexy and I love that you trust me enough to show me that part of you.” Thomas kissed her deeply, knowing she could taste herself on his tongue and growing harder at the thought. “I love making you feel good,” he broke away and softly caressed her bare back.” 

“I want to make you feel good,” she whispered seductively, trailing a hand down his chest toward his throbbing dick. He rolled her over and settled between her legs, his manhood nudging her entrance.

“Tell me how bad you want me, Amelia.” He looked into her onyx eyes, bright with desire. She reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair, her gaze never leaving his face.

“I have never wanted anyone like this,” she breathed, squirming to try and get him deeper inside. Thomas held back, waiting for the words he needed to hear. Amelia pulled her head back and looked him dead in the eye. “I want you to make me yours, Thomas. Fuck me –mark me. I want to belong to you.” 

Thomas surged forward at her words, her desire and devotion driving him as he thrust into her tight, wet heat. 

‘God, Amelia, I love when you talk like that,” he groaned above her, “Fuck I want you so bad.” 

She answered with a cry of pleasure, her legs coming up to wrap around his back. He knelt on the bed, lifting her hips to his, holding her tightly against him as he worked his cock in and out, in and out. His gaze was torn between her gorgeous face, her erotic expression the stuff dreams were made of, and the sight of him disappearing into her, over and over again. 

“You like that, baby?” he rasped, breathlessly. “You like how I fuck you?” 

“Yes!” 

Her breasts swayed with the fervor of their lovemaking, for even with coarse words falling from their mouths and rough hands gripping one another’s skin, Thomas knew without a doubt that what he and Amelia had was love. He watched, transfixed, as her slim fingers came up to caress her breasts, plucking at her nipples until they were hard, brown pebbles standing up against her pale skin. 

Thomas felt Amelia clench around him and knew she was hurtling toward orgasm. He wrapped his arm around her and brought her up against his chest, crushing her body to his. Quickly licking his thumb, he reached down to circle her clit, unwilling to submit to his own release before she shattered around him. 

“Come for me, Amelia,” he ordered, pressing his forehead against hers, “I want to feel you come on my cock.”

His words urged Amelia forward, her cries mingling with his heavy breaths. “Yes, Thomas, God … please … I’m going to come, I’m going to come,” she chanted, her eyes screwed shut in ecstasy. He pressed harder on her swollen nub, her slick juices making his thumb slide perfectly against her. He could feel the fire building within her, her muscles clenching around him, the exquisite pleasure making his balls ache.

“Come on, baby… . Give it to me, Amelia!”

“Ahhhh! Thomas!” Amelia arched her back as her orgasm flashed through her. He felt her muscles grip his dick like a vise, juices rushing over him. Unable to hold back any longer, he felt his balls draw up and his seed shoot forth. 

“Fuck, Amelia, you feel so good!” His clenched jaw flexed as he came, his thrusts slowing so he could empty his cum into her, marking her and making her his. 

Curled into each other, sweaty and sated, Thomas held Amelia close, emotion clogging his throat. He clutched her against him until their breathing evened out and he fell from her body, then gently laid her back against the pillows. The sight of her naked and gazing up at him with such adoration made his heart clench. He knew in that moment, without a doubt, that his dream had been real, that he had been given the opportunity to share his life with Amelia, to take a chance on finding true love for the second time. 

Thomas smiled softly down at her before rising from the bed. He padded, naked, down the hall to the small bathroom and ran a washcloth under warm water. Walking back into the bedroom he laughed softly at the sight of Amelia, eyelids half closed, curled into a ball on her side. 

“Not so fast, Sleeping Beauty.” 

He gently spread her legs and wiped her clean, the softness of his touch and warmth of the cloth soothing her sore skin. 

“Mmmmm,” she sighed sleepily, “s’nice.” 

Thomas bent to kiss her cheek softly. “I’ll be right back, Gorgeous.” Quickly returning to the bathroom and rinsing the washcloth, Thomas made his way back to the bedroom and picked Amelia up, holding her against him with one strong arm while he turned down the bedding with the other. He laid her across the soft, worn sheets, the printed cat faces making him smile. Tucking her in, he moved to the other side and slid in behind her, gathering her close. 

“I love you so much,” he whispered, giving her a quick squeeze. “I promise I’ll make up for being such a bonehead for so long.” She turned sleepily in his arms and kissed his bare chest softly.

“I’ll hold you to that, lawyer man. And I love you, too.”

[heroloverangel]

Help A Friend

Mirio has an idea to boost Tamaki’s confidence and asks for your help.

This fic kicked my ass for a solid month but I finally won

“I just think he’d be more confident if he had some experience,” Mirio tells you one night, thick arms wrapped around your waist as you relax in your bed together. “I can’t ask Nejire, it’d be too weird for him. Will you think about it?” You’re pretty sure this plan isn’t going to work, but eventually you agree to help.

And that’s how you find yourself in Tamaki’s room a few days later, wearing Mirio’s hoodie like a dress as the three of you work through some particularly sadistic math homework. You’ve been waiting for the right moment to spring your trap, and when Tamaki sets down his book for a quick break your boyfriend gives you a smile of encouragement to go for it. With a last deep breath you stretch and move to sit next to the other boy.

“Hey, Tamaki? Can we talk?” His expression is tired but curious and you begin. “I, um, heard about what happened the other day with Yuki from the other class and-”

He groans in frustration. “You mean how she tried to buy me lunch and I panicked? I didn’t need a reminder.”

“That’s not it,” Mirio says, grinning brightly from his seat on the floor. “We want to help you get some confidence for next time.”

He narrows his eyes with suspicion. “How?”

You begin to explain but you’re cut off by Mirio gesturing happily to you. “Practice with her!”

Tamaki gawks at you both in disbelief.  “Are you...wait...what?” He looks frantically between the two of you, mouth agape. “You can’t just offer me your girlfriend, Mirio!”

“I don’t mind,” you point out, and he jumps when you touch his shoulder. You rub soothing lines down his arm until you feel him relax just a fraction. “We don’t have to do anything if you’re uncomfortable,” you flash him a reassuring smile. “But if you want, we can just have some fun. No pressure, or weirdness tomorrow or anything. Okay?”

Tamaki sits there for a solid minute, debating his options. Mirio’s smirk begins to falter a bit, but you continue stroking his arm gently as you wait for an answer. “Okay,” he agrees finally, shyly lifting his head to meet your eye.

“Alright!” Mirio cheers, and then a thought occurs to him. “Oh. Should I leave and give you guys some privacy?”

“No!” both of you answer immediately. You two get along well enough on your own, but you know he’s the glue holding this operation together. It wouldn’t feel right to do this without him. Mirio’s smile is beaming and he moves to sit in the chair at the desk where he can have a better view.

You run a hand through Tamaki’s hair and he focuses on you. “That feels...good.” He’s already blushing, unsure of how to even proceed and you accept the fact that you’re going to have to take the lead here. You move slowly, doing your best not to scare him off.

“Can I kiss you?” His eyes widen and he swallows nervously before nodding. You reach up to touch his cheek, angling his face towards you as you sit up straighter to meet him. You keep it innocent and short, pulling away before he has a chance to feel overwhelmed. You’re pleased to see him lean forward instinctively for more and you indulge him, holding your second kiss long enough you need to break for air. “How’s that?”

He murmurs something positive that you don’t quite catch, but it’s adorable how much he’s blushing. “Where do I put my hands?” He looks lost, flexing his fingers awkwardly in front of you. You fight back a laugh, scooting closer on the bed and guiding him to hold your waist.

“How about here?” Tamaki nods silently and you go in for another kiss. This time you stroke your hand over his back, feeling his muscles tense but he doesn’t shy away from you. You work him like this for a few minutes, carefully coaxing him out of his shell until he’s actively participating. You press forward, brushing your tongue over his lips and he freezes for a moment before opening his mouth to your advances. He’s a little clumsy but it’s cute, and when he lets out a little moan around your tongue you can’t help but grin. Ever so slowly you encourage him, and eventually he’s the one sliding into your mouth. You can still taste the takoyaki he ate earlier, but it’s not unpleasant.

Tamaki’s grip on you tightens and you groan, but a sound nearby surprises you and the two of you separate. Mirio is watching the scene with undisguised interest. You’ve been worried that he might be a little jealous or upset once you went into action, but the look on his face is nothing but joyful excitement. “Don’t stop,” he commands with a wave of his hand. “This is really good.”

With that weight lifted off you, you resume your attack on Tamaki’s body. You leave one last, deep kiss on his lips before trailing along his jaw to brush over his neck. He’s sensitive there, you realize as his head tilts to give you better access and he whimpers as you suck lightly at his pulse. “You’re so cute,” you coo, amazed that he can somehow blush even more. This is new for you, being the dominant one, and you can see why Mirio takes control so often. It’s a rush of confidence to have someone so needy for you, being wanted and trusted so much to have them vulnerable to every touch and kiss and word you give them.

You run your hands over his chest, feeling his ever-present anxiety like a current running beneath his skin. “It’s alright,” you soothe as his heart rate shoots through the roof. You return to his comfort zone, pressing your lips to his again until he calms down. He practically purrs when you move to draw another path of kisses down his throat, shifting the neck of his shirt to end at his collarbone. “I want to take this off, if you’re okay with it.” He gives the smallest nod and you smile, making sure to give him the chance to change his mind as you pull it off his torso. It occurs to you that you’ve never seen him like this before, and you find yourself silently making some comparisons.

Your boyfriend is practically a solid wall of pure strength, thick biceps and broad chest clearly defined in the tee shirt he’s wearing now. Tamaki in contrast is all lean muscle, toned but slim. You watch his eyes flick over to Mirio and you can tell he’s very aware of the difference. “Sorry,” he says quietly. “I know i’m not...”

You shake your head and reach up to ruffle his hair. “Hey, don’t do that. You’re really good looking.” His expression says the he doesn’t quite believe you, but he doesn’t argue as you resume your attention. Your fingers run over his chest, relishing the little gasps he makes when you tease his nipples. “So cute,” you repeat, bringing him in for another kiss. You feel his hands move slowly, one cupping your cheek to deepen the kiss. The other finds your thigh, fingers brushing over your skin lightly with unsure touches. “That tickles,” you choke back a giggle. He pauses and you’re quick to reassure him. “You don’t have to stop, I like it.” He’s clearly still nervous about this whole situation and you’re happy to offer encouragement with every move. You never stop the kisses as your hands roam over his body, allowing him to grow comfortable with the feel of you on his bare skin. Tamaki cries out when you nip at his collarbone, leaving a faint red mark that will fade soon enough. “Too much?” you ask, pleased when he shakes his head. You’re starting to feel warm yourself, familiar heat flickering in your belly as he carefully pushes the hem of your hoodie up a bit to touch more of your thighs.

You busy yourself with stroking his chest, gradually petting lower down his abs until you reach the zipper of his jeans and he freezes solid as if paralyzed. You withdraw immediately, lifting your palms in surrender and making sure there’s no trace of disappointment in your voice. “That’s fine. We can stop here if you want.” You keep your expression friendly, and out of the corner of your eye you see Mirio nod in agreement. He’s probably even happier than you are that you got this far.

Tamaki stays silent for a minute, glancing between you both while he collects his thoughts. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he points out, staring at the wall. “I don’t want to screw it up.”

“You won’t,” you hold his cheek fondly. “This is new for us, it’s okay if it takes some trial and error.”

Mirio raises his hand. “That’s right! I’ve gone in the wrong hole before!” You grimace at the memory; he didn’t need to offer that example.

Tamaki can’t help his snort of laughter at the comment. You can still sense his anxiety as he looks back to you. “What do I do?”

You reach for his pants again. “Why don’t you start by taking these off?” You know it’s a big step, and you give him plenty of time to decide before he silently stands up and clumsily works at his fly. You unconsciously lick your lips at the sight of the obvious tent he’s sporting. You’re so distracted by the boy in front of you, you don’t notice the movement at your side until hands snake around your waist and down to the bottom of your shirt.

“It’s only fair if you take this off too,” Mirio points out. You can feel his smirk against your neck as he yanks it over your head without a second thought. Tamaki fumbles, pants halfway off, looking very much like he’s just been hit by a truck. It suddenly makes sense why you’ve been wearing the largest hoodie Mirio owns, even though it fits you like a tent with impractically long sleeves and a hem that almost hit your knees. It wasn’t a fashion choice; it was to hide the fact that you were completely naked underneath. The two of you had planned this attack on him in advance.

“Tamaki, breathe!” He’s starting to turn blue from lack of oxygen before his brain resets and he inhales sharply. He’s staring at you unblinkingly, eyes roving from your face to your breasts and between your thighs. You’re not sure if he’s going to faint or run straight out the door, but you’re starting to feel self-conscious under his unbreakable focus. You cross your arms under your chest, fighting the urge to cover yourself. He swallows several times to clear his throat and finally break the increasingly uncomfortable silence in the room.

“...You’re pretty.”

The relief is palpable as it sweeps through his dorm. “Thanks.” Of course Mirio never misses a chance to compliment your looks, but it’s nice to have a second opinion. He seems to have forgotten his task, jeans hanging limply from his hips and you take it upon yourself to finally shove them down, taking his hand for support so he can kick them off. You’ll let him keep his underwear for now, you’re sure he won’t want them for long.

You position Tamaki to sit at the top of his bed against the pillows, Mirio more than happy to help you climb onto his lap. Your boyfriend automatically reaches for your chest and you slap his hand away. “Let him do it,” you scold, watching him pout as he moves back. You turn your attention back to Tamaki, recognizing the apprehensive look on his face as you guide his hands back to your waist. “We’ll take it slow, okay?” He nods and your own hands find his shoulders for balance as your tongue slips back into his mouth, coaxing him into the familiar rhythm you’d had earlier.

The kissing is nice, but you can tell from the way his eyes keep falling to your breasts that his interests have moved beyond that. With a smile your fingers wrap around the hand at your side to bring it higher. “Here, is this what you want?” He responds with a shaky groan, squeezing your breast and giving your nipple a gentle pinch. “Mmm, that feels good.”

You let him tease you like this for awhile, giving him the chance to figure out your body and what he likes of it. You’re not shy about how much you enjoy having your chest played with, and the positive reinforcement is definitely helping to ease his nerves. You can’t help it; his hands are ghosting so lightly over your skin, it’s starting to drive you crazy. You squirm in his lap, pressing closer to his body and the contact forces an idea out of his mouth before he can stop himself.

“Hey,” he can’t quite meet your eyes when he speaks. “Can...can I use my mouth? On you, here?”

You blink. It’s the first actual request he’s made all night, and you’re surprised that he even voiced it. You recover in only a second though, reminding yourself that tonight is all for him. “Sure, whatever you want.” You reposition yourself, straightening your back to bring your chest up to his eye level. Tamaki pauses again, unsure of how to continue. “Come here,” you urge, hand on his neck guiding him down to his target. Very slowly, as if he’s still afraid you’ll change your mind, he captures one of your nipples in his mouth, tongue barely brushing against your sensitive peak. Your breath stutters;  it’s so slight and careful and different from what you’re familiar with, you weren’t prepared for it to feel so good. “Oh, wow,” your mouth feels dry and he’s gauging your reaction. “Do that again, please.”

You don’t try to hide the sounds you make as Tamaki sucks at your nipples, you can tell he’s enjoying every moan and whimper out of your mouth. His hands gradually move to trail over your body, touch so soft as if he thinks you’re something precious and fragile. Impulsively you rub your fingers over his bulge, interested to know just what awaits you. The whine he lets out is downright sinful, hips bucking into your hand on instinct. He releases your breast, face even redder than before, mumbling the beginning of an apology. You shush him, taking hold of the hand on your hip and leading it between your thighs. His eyes go wide with the realization of just how wet you are. “You don’t have to stop,” you offer, swallowing down the flicker of nerves in your own mind. Mirio had been perfectly clear with his plan that you could back out at any time, and neither of them would be mad if you chickened out at the last minute. But you’ve come so far already tonight, it would be a shame to leave things now. There are still butterflies in your stomach at the thought of what you’re about to do, but you will yourself to relax with a decisive sigh. You know what all three of you want, you only have to ask for it.

“Tamaki, will you fuck me?”

He can’t answer you, gazing at your face with a look that’s not quite panic. It’s something of a good sign, at least. His eyes dart over to Mirio, sitting somewhere behind you that you can’t see but you’re sure he’s grinning like a madman and offering a thumbs up. It’s a big step, and you don’t pressure him as he takes a painfully long time to make the decision. Finally, dragging his attention from the floor to look back up at you both, he give a small nod. “Alright.”

You kiss him again, deep and slow, letting him know you have no intent to rush him. With clumsy fingers he pulls at the underwear, you straddle him wider to allow him enough room to slide them off completely. Suddenly he seems very focused on staring at the wall, away from your face as you look down at your first sight of your prize. You’re not surprised that he’s smaller than Mirio, but you’re far from unhappy. His size seems average, with a nice curve towards his head that promises to be a new experience for you. There’s a drop of precum leaking from the tip and you have to fight the urge to taste him. Maybe you’ll have another chance sometime.

You haven’t spoken in a minute, and his first concern is that you’re disappointed. “I’m not as big as you want-”

“You’re perfect,” you assure him. “You’re gonna feel so good, honey.” Blindly you stick your arm out and then Mirio’s beside you, giving you a nice long kiss of his own. He passes a condom into your waiting palm; it had been your only demand when he’d suggested this idea. Of course you trust Tamaki, and you’ve been on the pill for years now...but you love Mirio, and you want him to be the only one who gets to come inside you. He can’t resist giving you a firm, playful slap on the ass as he returns to his seat at the edge of the bed.

Tamaki stays as still as a statue, watching carefully as you tear open the foil and reach for him. You like it, the little groan at the back of his throat as you hold his cock to roll the thin latex over his skin. You bring his hands back to your hips for support and you give him one last chance to stop. “You sure about this?”

“Y-yeah. I want it.”

You smile at him, spreading yourself open while your other hand lines his dick up with your entrance. You sink down slowly, withdrawing only a bit before coming back down and soon he’s fully sheathed inside your pussy. You stop, allowing him plenty of time to get used to the feeling. A sweet little shiver runs down his spine at the sensation of being buried inside you, the moan leaving his mouth without a thought. Oh, you like this. Even after a few moments there’s still a tremble in his touch as he squeezes you, but you get the message. Your rhythm is easy and gentle, lifting halfway off to slide down to the hilt and rub your pelvis into his. You keep the pace slow and intimate, trying not to overwhelm him yet.

Despite your best efforts, it only takes a few minutes to have him panting hard, the quiet whimpers you earn with each stroke onto his cock spurring you on. You knew his first time wouldn’t be a long one, but you don’t have any excuse for teasing him this way. He’s just so cute like this, eyes closed and blushing to his ears and making those sounds, all for you. You can’t resist leaning forward to suck at his throat, drawing out a red mark that’s beautiful against his pale skin. Your name comes out as a breathless whine and you clench around him, covering his collarbone with open-mouthed kisses up to his lips.

“You’re doing so great,” you purr. Your fingers trail down his arms to link with his, forcing his grip harder on your skin. “Is this what you like? Come on, help me make you feel good.” You nearly come to a stop, compelling him to raise you up and down his length without thinking about it. “Mmm, that’s it. You want more?” You’re aided by his strength as you let him decide your speed, nuzzling into his neck to hide the satisfied smirk you’re wearing. You’d been right, every thrust causes his cock to rub against a sensitive spot you’ve only just discovered, the faster rhythm making you tingle with each pass. “You feel so good, Tamaki,” you groan as your cunt squeezes around him.

“You’re warm,” he gasps, gaze fixed between your thighs. You lean back to give him a better view, doing your best to keep your tempo even and his mouth falls open at the sight of his dick disappearing in and out of your willing body. The scene in front of him, combined with the way you feel and the sounds you make as you bounce on his dick are threatening to send him over the edge already. You weren’t expecting him to have record-setting endurance on his first time, but he shows surprising willpower as he struggles against the uncharacteristic urge to just hold you in place and rut into you until his body gives out.

You can tell he’s close. Already clumsy, his movements grow increasingly erratic as he thrusts harder up into you. There’s something really appealing about taking him like this, and you’re not sure you’ll last much longer either. You let out a ragged breath as you take his hand and guide it down between your bodies. “Touch me here,” you plead, pointing out your clit. “I wanna finish with you. Please, Tamaki?” His fingers are shaking but he obliges, stroking you gently, unaware of how much it’s teasing you. Your cunt clenches tight around him and it’s too much for him; he only gets a few more rapid thrusts before he buries deep inside you, shuddering and gasping as you feel the heat of his cum even through the condom. With your main objective complete you quickly chase your own orgasm, taking over for him and rubbing hard circles into your clit until your own release hits, barely a minute later. Your partner lets out a quiet whine at the feeling of you spasming over his sensitive cock.

You lean forward to rest your forehead against his heaving chest, both of you doing your best to catch your breaths. “That was fun,” you pant out with a laugh. You lift yourself to let his dick slip free, carefully stripping off the used condom to throw away.

“Thank you.” Tamaki’s still blushing as he looks you over, but there’s a small smile you can see he’s trying to hide. The two of you look at each other for a second, neither of you really sure how to proceed. And then you’re suddenly pulled backwards off of his lap to find yourself pressed against a broad, muscular chest. You’re not sure when Mirio’s clothes came off, but you’ve been pretty distracted.

“Babe, that was so hot.” Mirio’s breath is warm in your ear, it makes you shiver. “You looked so good riding Tamaki for me.” He grabs your chin, tilting you into a deep kiss that takes your breath away. You instantly let him take control; you’d enjoyed being the one in charge earlier, but now you’re relishing the thought of being taken care of. He’s already so hard, wasting no time spreading your legs open to slide his bare cock between your folds. He makes sure to nudge your clit with the dripping head; he knows what you like and it earns a nice, breathy moan from you. “God, you’re soaked. You really did love it.” There’s no hint of jealousy in his voice, only pure adoration as his arm tightens around your waist to hold you closer and the other launches an expert attack on your breasts. “Come on, how ‘bout you put it in for me?”

You obey without a second thought, taking hold of his shaft to press the thick tip into your pussy. You’ve hardly begun to slide him in before impatient hips buck forward, impaling you halfway on his dick with a rough grunt. “You’re so wet,” he points out, kissing your shoulder with a grin. “You took so much of me already!”

You struggle to speak as you’re jolted by another deep thrust, feeling his hips against your ass as he bottoms out inside you. “S-slow down, I’m not going anywhere.”

Mirio kneads your chest thoughtfully for a moment. “Nope.” You can feel the smirk against your neck. “You feel too good.”

You whine, pressing your face into his shoulder. The pace he sets is fast and rough, and you’re still sensitive from your time with Tamaki. “Mirio, pleeeease.”

He groans into your skin, voice husky with arousal. “Fuck, baby. Come on, you can take it.” He thrusts hard, pulling you flush against his sculpted body and you cry out. Even during sex, it takes a lot to make Mirio talk like that. If he’s this worked up already, you know you’re going to be absolutely worn out tomorrow. You crane your neck to look back at him, cheeks flushed and eyes dark as he watches your breasts jiggle with every move he makes. He looks so good like this, totally losing himself in his desire for you. He gives you that toothy smile you love so much and you have to look away before you snap, cunt milking him for more despite your earlier request.

Something catches your eye near the top of the bed as you shift focus. Tamaki’s recovered, and he’s now fisting his cock slowly while he watches you get fucked within an inch of your life. You squeeze the arm around your waist for attention, and Mirio’s punishing rhythm finally slows down when he notices. You can tell the wheels in his head are turning and a thought occurs to him just as Tamaki looks up and realizes he’s been caught. He opens his mouth to apologize but is quickly cut off from the voice behind you.

“Wanna try with both of us?” The question hangs in the air while you consider it. Your boyfriend demands so much from you on his own, you’re not sure you can handle the two of them together. But, there’s something wickedly appealing about taking on the two strongest people you know, doing your best to satisfy them while they both use your body to their hearts’ content. Who knows when you’ll get this kind of opportunity again?

You lick your lips. “Yeah. Let’s do it.” Immediately Miro’s hands adjust their position on you, pressing on your back to put you on all fours and then grabbing your hips firmly. Tamaki seems unsure, but Mirio gestures excitedly for him to kneel in front of you and it’s hard to argue at the moment.

“Don’t worry, she’ll take good care of you. Her mouth is amazing!” It’s impossible to miss the way you clench around him at the compliment. The boy in front of you swallows again but obediently moves forward, blushing furiously as he looks down at you with the realization that yes, this is happening.

Mirio’s still balls deep inside you, pumping shallowly as you lick a stripe up Tamaki’s dick. You do it a few times to get him used to the feeling of being touched like this, his shuddering gasp encouraging you. You flick your tongue over the slit, collecting the bead of precum he’s leaking; he tastes saltier, and you wonder if it’s a side effect of his quirk. He’s already twitching against your lips and you look up at him to meet his gaze with a spark of mischief in your own. You give him no warning as you open wide, mouth closing around the tip of his cock and slipping halfway down his shaft. His fingers instinctively yank at your hair, moan cracking in his throat like he’s choking on the sound.

You draw back, swirling around him as you move before taking him a bit deeper inside your mouth. You keep your hands firmly planted on the bed for balance, relaxing your jaw to slide more of his throbbing dick between your lips. You bob back and forth on his length until you take him completely, your nose bumping against his pelvis as you pull another needy whimper from him. You can practically feel the tension in his body, he’s trying so hard not to buck into your mouth and you want to see just how long his control can hold out.

You drag your tongue up from the base of his cock to suck lightly on the head and Tamaki can’t help himself. His hand tightens in your hair, shoving you back down to feel your warmth around him again with a groan of pure need. You manage not to gag, pushing back against his grasp to keep him off the back of your throat. “Sorry,” he huffs and you give him your best attempt at a smile. His hips are starting to jerk forward, desperate for more attention after so little time. Behind you, you can feel Mirio beginning to pump into you faster, murmuring something about how pretty you look between them. You redouble your efforts, saliva dripping down your chin as you allow him deeper into your mouth.

Your boyfriend lets out a growl of approval at the sight of you like this, his patience rapidly crumbling and your body is rocked forward by the sudden force. He’s so much stronger than you, you can feel the raw power in the hands on your skin and the smack of his hips as he fucks you nice and hard. There’s no question as to which one of you is in charge here; you’re being shoved repeatedly into Tamaki’s lap and pulled back to meet his thrusts with every stroke. What’s left of your brain scrambles to adapt, clumsily matching his rhythm as you try to breathe around the dick nestled snugly in your throat. It’s hard enough for you to last when he fucks you like this on a normal night, but adding in another person, currently holding your head tightly to his groin and looking at you like you’re some kind of benevolent goddess, is only making that heat inside you flare up more. It feels so good, but you can only offer muffled whines as both of them enjoy your eager body.

You’re vaguely aware that your boys are saying something to each other, but you’re far too distracted by your work to pay attention. You shiver a bit when you feel warm hands come down to grope your breasts and you let your throat squeeze around him. Your mind is shrouded in a fog of sex; it takes far too long to realize that something feels...off about his fingers. You pause momentarily to glance down and nearly choke on his shaft as a single word flashes in your head: Takoyaki.

The tentacles are an unexpected twist but you can’t say you dislike them. They’re flexible and surprisingly soft, it tickles as they grope at your chest. You’re just getting used to it when several of them change tactic to target your nipples directly. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull, muted cries dying on your lips as pleasure shoots down your spine. Mirio lets out a breathless laugh at your pussy gripping him like a vise and kneads a handful of your ass. “Oh, wow, she really likes that. Keep it up.” Of course he obeys, appendages squirming over you with even more intensity until you’re on the verge of tears.

You’ve reached your limit. You can’t keep up with them anymore. Tamaki’s tentacles are almost painful in how they tease your sensitive nipples, and Mirio’s pace has you struggling to stay upright on shaky limbs. You’re reduced to whimpering softly around the cock buried in your mouth with every movement, and it’s only a second later that a familiar hand slides between your open legs and strokes your clit. It’s all you need to throw you over the edge and you come, crying out something that might have been their names as you go rigid between them. One of them takes mercy on you and pulls out to give you some much needed air, but that just gives the other the opportunity to drag you fully onto his cock, loving the way your cunt spasms around him. You wail for him, loud and drawn out and it’s beautiful.

You rebound after what seems like ages, jostled back to the present by the man who hasn’t paused for a moment in fucking you. “That was so great, princess. Now help him, just a little bit more.” It takes so much effort, but you manage to focus in front of you and lazily take Tamaki’s dick between your lips again. You swirl your tongue around him with the energy you have left, sucking gently on the tip and gazing up to meet his eyes. He stammers out a warning and you nod as best you can. There’s just a hint of a tired, happy smile on your face and his fist tightens in your hair as his hips buck hard into your mouth one last time. He tastes salty and bitter, but you swallow all of it and lick him clean. He releases your scalp and pulls out slowly, string of milky saliva connecting you for a moment before he collapses back against the headboard.

You’re only allowed a few seconds to enjoy your handiwork before another hard thrust reminds you that you still have a job to do. Without the balance of a third person, there’s nothing stopping Mirio from pounding you into the mattress like a man possessed. You’re no match for all that manic energy, your arms giving out and dropping you onto your elbows. It’s not a big change, but the new angle allows him to rut into you even deeper and you can tell he’s pushing you towards another orgasm. “Too much,” you gasp out. “Mirio, I-I’m gonna come again.”

His touch is gentle as he rubs you back soothingly, a stark contrast to the brutal pace of his hips. “I know, babe. I know. We’re almost done and then you can take a break, okay?” He leans over you, pressing his sweaty chest against your body to leave kisses across your skin. It’s so intimate, you could easily forget that you’re not the only two people in the world right now. His large, calloused fingers come down to tease your clit again and you can hear how pleased he is at the way you clench around his cock one more time. “Tell me you want it,” he chokes out through clenched teeth.

“I...god, please. Fill me up. I want it so much.” The stimulation on your clit becomes overpowering and you hit your climax, words failing you as you moan for him. He’s right there with you, voice so appealingly ragged and breathless as his rhythm finally stutters and his cum floods into you. Your sore cunt twitches around him, milking him for all he’s got and he goes still to allow both of you a chance to recover.

He pulls out slowly, taking time to admire the mess he’s made of you as cum drips down your thighs. He wipes it off with the corner of the bedsheet and then his strong arms are pulling you up into a warm hug and he’s peppering kisses over your face. “I love you so much! I can’t believe you did all that, you’re amazing!” He looks over at Tamaki, who might have already fallen asleep. “We’re really lucky, aren’t we?” There’s a very quiet groan of agreement, the poor boy is exhausted. “Let’s go back to my room,” he offers, and you don’t miss the way his smile slips into something a bit more suggestive. Looks like break time is over for you already.

You nod, leaning over to give Tamaki a kiss on the cheek before standing up on wobbly legs. Mirio hands you the hoodie, groping your breasts as he helps you put it back on before hastily pulling on his pants. You don’t have to look decent, you’re only going down the hall. It’s surprisingly romantic when he picks you up bridal-style to carry you over, still gushing about how great you are.

Back in his room, you’re reminded exactly why your boyfriend is considered the strongest student at UA. He fucks you through three more orgasms before his own stamina wears out at last. You lay in his bed, cuddled into his chest while every inch of you feels boneless and overworked. “Thanks again. I think we helped a lot,” he says casually. You look up at him with tired eyes, his expression is just so innocent and wholesome after everything tonight that you can’t help but laugh.

“Yeah, I hope so.” You stretch out on top of him and yawn, relishing the warmth of his skin against yours. “Grab the blanket. We’re sleeping in tomorrow.”