#tickly-stuff

[fluffyenergee]

Well, I'm interested in the reaction or actions of the mercenaries if they noticed that someone was being tickled, you can take any Lee as an example, I apologize if this is not what was needed:3

No worries at all, any ask about tickles with mercs is welcomed here and I'm happy to answer this one now that I'm in the mood for that. I will leave the lee ambigous as in the lee is simply other merc. Let's see:

Scout: He notices and speedwalks away from it. Speedwalks, not runs not to be too obvious about the lee panic he is experiencing but be not mistaken, he's madly flustered and probably lowkey jealous. One might be able to find him on his bed in his room, screaming into his pillow.

Soldier: He's 100% joining in the tickling, it's like a trigger reaction but a positive one. If not tickling then pinning the lee down or teasing them or anything like that. The point is that he's participating, that's for sure.

Pyro: *muffled excited noises*, depending on his mood Pyro joins as a ler or as a lee. Pyro just can't and doesn't want to ignore the tickles and they make him happy and all giddy.

Demoman: He's like Soldier and/or Medic (writing him after Medic). He's joining in either to tickle, pin/hold, or tease the lee. Or any combination of those three. He'll act "offended" that any tickling started without him at all which might result in him giving the lee and maybe even the ler punishment tickles.

Heavy: He asks the ler if they need help with the lee, and the reply is almost always "yes" so then Heavy goes to hold the lee in place and/or tickles them too and tease them and all that good stuff. He's also happy to provide aftercare. Listen, I don't care how you see all the mercenaries relationships, Heavy hugs all of them and they all love it. Canon, I think.

Engineer: Literally the only one there who is able to see tickles and remain normal about this and go about his day. Sometimes. Like I said, he's quite a flustered lee, so if he's in a lee mood he will try to act casual while walking awayyy. Other times he might join if he's not busy with anything else.

Medic: My man's delighted. His reaction really depends on his mood. He might happily join in tickling the lee, get close to observe (and probably do some verbal teasing), or flop next to the lee to hopefully get tickled as well.

Sniper: Gets the heck out of there to hide in his van. Bye, you never saw him, nuh-uh, too much risk not to run away. Ooooor if he's in the mood and sure the ler/s won't attack him as well he might just join in :3.

Spy: Disappears the hell out of there so no one gets any ideas about tickling him too. Unless he's sure he won't be, then he's happy to tease the poor lee and maybe even join to enjoy someone else's tickle panic and having their weakness on display.

[soft-lee]

✨whispering "poor, ticklish baby" in my ear as he's tickling my neck and thrusting into me✨

[sincerely-sofie]

Twig and Ark should really give Opal some sort accessory to avoid another cosmog incident. Like a lil scarf or hat or something. It will 100% definitely help with their sanity, plus it would be super cute!!! Although I suppose it would be challenging to find something that wouldn’t fall off or break with all the form changing Opal likes to do

Even when she doesn’t immediately transform to get out of whatever wearable item they put on her, she flops over, completely limp, like a cat wearing a collar for the first time. It’s a losing battle.

[danger-abbie]

r u ticklish?

:3

.. why do you want to know?

[nostrildamus]

so I'm moving soon and doing a lot of packing and the dust is actually getting to my nose way more than anticipated. there may be an audio incoming lol

[sneezarify]

Sorry to hear you have the flu

I hope you feel better soon

❤️❤️ you guys are so so so kind! ❤️❤️

[whumpy-wyrms]

JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING SILLY

this is gonna sound STUPID but i’m going insane so starkid fans you know how all the lords in black’s nicknames are wiggly, blinky, tinky, nibbly, and pokey? like they’re all silly names that end in y? and guys. you know what OTHER name is silly and ends in y? DEWEY

so (ignoring his name is Dew) this implies that if Dewey was a lord in black then he would have a longer cooler version of his name. WHAT WOULD IT BE?? lots to think about….. lots of.. excuses to procrastinate…..

[sensitivegoblin]

Im bored n sexual come sext me✨️💚

[tojishousewife]

cw - light anal stuff, “just the tip”, ddlg reader

Your brain’s all gooey and blank in that warm, stupid way you get when you’re ovulating and so full of that buzzy, needy ache that you don’t know where to put it. You’re laying on your tummy, legs kicked up with your ass arched at him just the way he likes, little cotton panties tugged down to your knees to expose your tight holes.

You’re so warm back there. Puffy and twitchy and extra sensitive, your poor little hole fluttering at him like it’s begging for attention. You feel it every time you move—a tingling little throb that tickles in the worst, best way, deep in your belly.

“Tojiii,” you whimper, turning to look over your shoulder at him with glossy eyes. “It tickles... back there. It’s making me feel weird”.

Toji hums while kneeling behind you, big hands spreading your plushy cheeks apart. “Yeah? Right here?” he murmurs, dragging a warm thumb down the crease of your ass, letting it trace slowly around your rim.

You wiggle, shivering a little from his touch. “Mhm... it won’t stop twitching. Feels like something’s supposed to be there”.

And oh, he loves it when you get like this. All desperate and drooly and too dumb to be embarrassed. His sweet girl with her voice all high and broken, asking him to touch places she barely understands.

“I know what you need,” he mutters, reaching down to stroke himself, his cock already fat and flushed, the head leaking just from the sight of your cute asshole twitching open for him.

“Just the tip, please?” you ask in your softest voice, burying your face in the sheets. “Wanna feel it kissing my hole. Wanna know what it feels like”.

He groans, grabbing your hips and lining up behind you. “You’re so fucking cute, baby. Gonna let daddy play with your pretty hole?”

You nod eagerly, gasping when the thick, warm head of his cock presses up against your excited rim—not pushing in, just resting there. You clench instinctively, like your hole’s trying to suck him in.

“Shh, easy there,” Toji croons, holding you steady as he rocks his hips just a little, letting his tip rub slow, lazy circles over your puckering rim. Not fucking in—just dragging the head along the puffy ring, smearing pre-cum all over the twitchy little muscle.

You moan, long and soft and needy. “Feels funny, daddy...”

“I know, sweetheart,” he breathes, his voice hoarse with need. “Your little hole’s all fluttery, huh? Can feel it sucking at me”

He leans forward and spits right on your hole, watches it glistens then rubs his tip in the mess, sliding back and forth, letting it smear in slow, wet strokes.

You squirm like it tickles—like every tiny shift of his cock makes your thighs tremble. “Feels good but it’s making me wiggle,” you whimper. “Like my belly’s tickly inside…..”

Toji groans low, gripping the fat of your ass tighter. “That’s ‘cause it’s needy, baby. Your little backdoor wants daddy’s cock, doesn’t it? Wants to be stretched real nice ‘n slow”.

“Just a lil’ bit,” you breathe. “Wanna feel the head pop in...”

He obliges—just barely. He lets the swollen head press in until your hole stretches wide around it, only the plump tip sinking in snug and tight, and you cry at how it feels. So full already and so hot, the stretch making your whole body twitch.

“Good girl,” he whispers, not moving yet, just letting your greedy hole flutter and squeeze around the head possessively. “Look how it hugs me. Feels better now, doesn’t it?”

You nod with a whimper, clutching the sheets, as your back arches like you’re trying to pull him in deeper. “Don’t take it out yet,” you beg. “It stops the tickles when it’s in there”

“Yeah?” he smirks, rubbing his thumb over your back while his cockhead sits heavy and pulsing inside your rim. “Then we’ll keep it there, baby. You just be a good girl and let daddy plug you up nice ‘n gentle”.

[kanene-yaaay]

I LOVED YOUR SPIDERBIT/GUAPODUO FIC SO MUCH!! my heart <33 they're so cute :((<3 and THE WAY YOU WROTE THEM??? one of my favorite fics now 🫶

I hope you know that I daily read your ask because of how much happy it made me. Thank you so much! Cellbit was my main pov so I really tried my best to make him the less oc as possible, together w Roier and I am just very glad that I manage a little bit of that!!! Really happy that qsmp got me learning some spanish because mixing those three languages in just one fic was just the coolest!!!

Also, you're so freaking right they ARE the cutest beans ever I just can't with them aaaaaa gay and happy <3 <3 Again, thank you very very much!!!

[lionblaze03-2]

both other People in my house? Infected with covid. Me? Showing symptoms. The test? Apparently negative, somehow

[joemama-2]

it’s late at night. he’s already situated on the bed, seeing you come into the room with unkempt hair, you shirt has splotches of dried milk and your movements are slow. tired.

why wouldn’t you be?

an energetic three year old who’s just like his father is hard to maintain. though you wouldn’t trade it for the world. “come here, baby.” he pats his lap, grinning softly.

you look over from where you’re taking off your jewelry for the day, in attempt to get ready for your nightly shower. “hm? for what?”

his eyes follow your every movement, patting his lap once more. “you know exactly why. cmon, daddy needs some stress relief.”

the laugh you let out causes his face to soften, admiring you in a way that’s reserved solely for his wife, for the mother of his son. “i thought we agreed you couldn’t call yourself that anymore.”

he adjusts himself when he sees you come over, crawling on the bed to situate yourself in a straddling position over his hips. his hands fall into place on the curve of your waist, thumbs rubbing small circles on the small patch of skin that shows when your shirt lifts up. “you did. i didn’t.”

“it’s cringey.”

“so?”

you huff, eyes rolling. he dips his head forward into the crook of your neck, planting a trail of warm kisses. “satoru, are you sure?”

“are you sure?” he asks, voice muffled by your skin. “i just want to pamper my wife after a long day, can’t i do that?”

“i feel hideous right now.”

he tips his head back, bright eyes staring back at you with an intensity you’ve come to associate with. the kind of intensity that lets you know whatever he says—he means it. “hideous? what did i say before, huh? i said don’t even think about saying stupid stuff like that again. and look at you now.”

your lips downturn. “don’t say that just to make me feel better.”

“i’m not,” he places a firm kiss to your lips. “you look beautiful every day, every second of the day. but you look especially gorgeous right now.”

you narrow your eyes at him, skeptical. “why right now?”

satoru’s lips quirk into a sly grin, his thumbs still tracing those comforting circles on your waist. "because right now, I see my whole world in front of me. the woman who gave me everything I could ever want—a family, a home, a reason to come back every single day.”

the weight of his words presses against the exhaustion hanging over you. it’s not just flattery. it’s raw and genuine, just like him, and it makes your chest ache in the best way. “you’re so cheesy, you know that?”

“and you’re so heavenly,” his grin widens, leaning in closer until your noses almost touch. “but you love my cheesiness, don’t you? admit it.”

your lips twitch, a small smile breaking through despite your best efforts to keep a straight face. “maybe I do.”

“there it is,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss to your lips, softer this time, as if he’s handling something fragile. “that smile’s all I need to get through anything.”

the words wrap around your tired soul like a warm blanket. and for a moment, the weight of the day fades, replaced by the solid, steady presence of him—your husband, your partner, the man who never fails to make you feel like the most important person in the world.

you sigh, resting your forehead against his. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Wrong.” his voice is firm, his hands steady as they pull you just a little closer, subtly rubbing you against his clothed cock. “I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you.”

and in that quiet, intimate moment, with the world outside fading into irrelevance, you believe him.

"now let me pamper you like I promised." he switches positions, hovering above you as you lay on your back. leaning down to raise the hem of your shirt, trailing sweet kisses and licks against your stomach—heading further south. your hips raise slightly as he discards your lounge pants, breath hitching in anticipation. hand running down through the streaks of his white hair, he smiles at the sight of your pussy hidden behind the grandma underwear you adorn.

hot breath tickling your core that leaves you almost jerking upwards for more. he kisses your clit through the loose fabric. “besides, mommy needs her fix too, doesn’t she?”

[p0orbaby]

sick lessi fic 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ clingy gf

taking care of that cutie

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Alessia is splayed across your sofa like an artist’s rendering of human misery. Her hoodie—an oversized navy monstrosity with a faint Arsenal logo she swore she didn’t steal from Leah—clings to her like damp moss. The grey sweatpants are worse. They’re not hers, nor are they yours. They came from the pile of clothes you were supposed to donate three years ago but never did because you thought you might need them someday. This is the day. You resent the foresight.

She’s been coughing sporadically for the past fifteen minutes, which is to say, coughing exactly every 47 seconds. You know because you’ve been counting. Alessia calls it “a tickly throat.” You call it self-inflicted.

“Stop licking your lips. You’ll make them worse,” you say, watching her smear yet another layer of cherry ChapStick over the crime scene that is her mouth.

“I have to,” she whines, drawing out the words like a five-year-old begging for a toy. Her voice is raw, a strange mix of gravel and helium.

“You don’t. You really, really don’t”

She ignores you, opting instead to roll onto her stomach in a manner that could only be described as unnecessarily dramatic. Her head flops onto the throw pillow you bought at a John Lewis clearance sale. The tag is still attached.

“I think I’m dying,” she declares, muffled by the pillow.

“You’re not dying, Less. You’ve got a runny nose and a bad attitude” you deadpan, sitting cross-legged on the rug in front of her, a bowl of soup balanced precariously on your knee. It’s the tin stuff—Heinz, chicken, condensed. She hates it. It’s why you made it.

“It’s the flu,” she says. “I Googled it”

“You can’t even spell ‘flu’ properly when you text”

“That’s because I was using my thumbs.”

“You always use your thumbs.”

“Rude.” She huffs, tugging the blanket tighter around her. It’s your favourite one, the soft grey one you bought when you first moved in together. Now it smells faintly of menthol rub and despair.

“You know, my mum used to make me this lemon and ginger tea with honey when I was sick,” she says suddenly, wistful, like she’s narrating a nature documentary.

“I’m not your mum”

“She also used to rub Vicks on my chest,” she continues, undeterred.

“Still not your mum”

There’s a pause, her blue eyes narrowing at you. “You’re actually a terrible girlfriend”

“Debatable”

She sneezes. A full-body event. You flinch, watching in real-time as her face contorts, her nose scrunching, her eyes shutting like a malfunctioning robot. The sound is seismic. You wonder if the neighbours heard it.

“Bless me,” she says automatically.

“No”

She sniffles pathetically, then gestures weakly towards the coffee table. “Can you hand me a tissue?”

You glance at the tissue box—one metre away from her outstretched hand. “No. Work for it”

Her lips twitch, the faintest flicker of a smile, but it vanishes as she rolls onto her side. “Why are you like this?”

You shrug, finishing the last spoonful of her soup. It’s cold now, congealed in a way that makes you feel vaguely ill. You wonder if this is what marriage will look like—fighting over tissues, stealing each other’s soup, and coexisting in a quiet ballet of passive-aggressive care.

As you scrape the bowl clean, Alessia shifts again, her head now hanging off the side of the sofa like some deranged bat.

“You’re so lucky I love you”

I know,” you reply, leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead. She’s warm—not feverish, just Alessia warm.

For a moment, there’s quiet. She shifts again, her head now resting on the arm of the sofa, her eyes fluttering shut. You stand to pull the blanket up higher around her shoulders and tuck it in gently.

And just before you leave the room, she murmurs, soft and sleepy, “Love you”

You smile to yourself, the words lingering in the air like a balm. “Love you too, Less”

[everettswritings]

https://www.tumblr.com/everettswritings/782757693756719104/shes-coming-tomorrow-i-repeat-eternal-sugar-is?source=share

Teddy anon and same! I need her to tickle me gently and hold me!

Yesss! Please, she’s so dang pretty. Like, it was an instant crush when I saw the leaks. Praying that I can get her asap. (Kink/NSFW accounts DNI!)

Lee:

Oh, her laughter is so sweet and dreamy. It’s like a cacophony of aeolian harps.

Both sets of wings are her worst spots! But especially the little devil wings.

Not really squirmy, but her tail swishes and her wings flutter a little.

I headcanon this for all of the Beasts and Ancients, but I haven’t said it until now: her Soul Jam is also low-key ticklish. Like, giving it really light touches will make her laugh instantly!

Quite open about whenever she desires tickling. She lazily stretches out, poising her arms right above her head just perfectly, setting her feet in her desired ler’s lap, and of course opens up her wings for display. She also just asks.

She’s actually quite the big fan of tickling in general! After all, it brings about happiness.

However, you must promise to cuddle afterwards! She doesn’t like being wrecked then abandoned.

Loves feathers and all fluffy little tickling tools. But stuff like hairbrushes or those little metal things? Yeah, no. It must be soft. She won’t allow anything else near her.

Ler:

The most sickeningly sweet ler in history!

Her tickles are so absurdly gentle, her fingers feel like feathers. Speaking of feathers, you know for a fact that she uses her wings!

Loves giving out tickly cuddles and kisses. Expect to be wrapped up tightly in her wings as she gingerly dots all over you with little kisses.

Teases quite a lot, but it’s just the sweetest compliments and softest cooing ever.

”You have such an adorable laugh! Let me hear it more.”

”Does that tickle, dear? That’s good. I love that sound you’re making.”

Somehow, her tickles always put people to sleep eventually. After you’re done giggling, expect to be out like a light in her arms.

BUTTERFLY KISSES! And, man, those lashes of hers make them lethal.

Doesn’t really go out of her way to use tools, but if they’re in her reach she’ll gladly use them. For real, she is way too skilled with feathers! She knows exactly where and how to brush them.

Raspberries are always so soft and loving. They aren’t super big and loud, they’re just super tiny ones that are peppered everywhere her lips can reach.

I… uh… also headcanon that her lips are super soft, so beware of that.

Aftercare is honestly just guaranteed, especially with the whole “always puts lees to sleep” thing. When you wake up, you’ll still be in her grasp.

Like Pure Vanilla Cookie, she often disguises tickle attacks as hugs.

That’s it!

Ugghh I’m such a simp for her. I love her. I don’t care that she’s evil or manipulative, woman pretty. I’ll be trying to upload more, but I can’t always guarantee. Band has the month off during June, so hopefully the free time will be enough for me to catch up on requests. Have a good one 🫶

[emmyrosee]

Kageyama my man the love of my life (just don't tell Atsumu you know?)

He's so emotionally constipated my poor baby, and even if he navigates through his feelings a bit better when he's older it's… Still difficult, nevertheless he finds ways to share how he's head over heels for you. We know he's not the best at words when he hasn't had the time to think about it (if you give him a day or two he comes with some non intentional poetic stuff)….So I feel his way to express affection is through actions

He's your personal nail saloon artist, he's a bit wonky with the edges on that painting department but he uses the nail file with precision. It's also like he has magic hands or something cuz your nails never break after he starts taking care of them

What else? I feel he talks on his sleep, or at least mumbles. Not canon in what we see on the whole series but he has so many thoughts going on his head he HAS to let something out while he sleeps

Also, big hands, his hands are ridiculously large and calloused like you can't imagine….but they are incredibly gentle when they hold your face or when you feel him caressing your cheeks at night. Totally related I feel he's the type to wait for you to fall asleep so he can stare at you

Won't cry at your wedding, but you feel his gaze on you the whole celebration and it makes the butterflies in your stomach go crazy

Tone deaf, I'm sorry but I feel he just sings with the same intonation he speaks (still joins you on karaoke and enjoys screaming when there's rock or something like that)

Knows shit ton of hair and skin care products…. Courtesy of Miwa

And I have more but like, I have my headcanons and fantasies all over the place I might come back to share them later 🥲

I. Want to eat him alive. This is so cute.

Kageyama is so emotionally constrained that if you do something nice for him, or even simply say “I love you” he’ll just pull you in for a kiss on the cheek or a small, shy smile. But sure enough, when your head is on his shoulder, eyes focused on the tv, it’s so much easier for him to whisper a soft “I love you” while he copies your stare at the television.

His nail techniques go so hard it’s crazy. He’s got all the oils to make them strong, he files them to the perfect length and style (even though he’s best at squared filing) to make them easy to use in every day life. He typically denies your requests for him to paint your nails, but sometimes, he gives in to those sweet puppy eyes and gives you a few coat of paint. Just please don’t tease him about flooding your cuticles, because he’s trying his best to learn for you.

HE SO DOES TALK IN HIS SLEEP, rambling about nonsense sometimes, then forming coherent conversations in others. One time, he grabbed by the shirt collar and yanked you close, whispering in your ear a fully verbalized “I’m pretty sure Sailor Mercury is in our basement. Or someone else. I don’t know.” You were awake all night hoping, begging, praying, that it was sailor Mercury and he didn’t see someone downstairs- and when you ask him about his dream, he shrugs and said he didn’t have one. LIKE BROTHER HUH??

BIG HANDS BIG HANDS BIG HANDS MAKE BRAIN GO BRRRRRRRR BECause imagine like when you’re just laying on your sides, looking at each other in the most love you’ve ever felt, and all he can do is bring a big hand to gently cup your cheek, thumb softly stroking the delicate skin of your under eyes. Your lids just barely flutter at the tickly feeling, and you nuzzle into the warmth of his palm, pressing a kiss to the calloused heel of his hand. He doesn’t say or do anything, barely even smile, as his blue eyes glaze over your face adoringly. Even until your own eyes grow heavy, you feel his on you, grounding you and keeping you safe.

AND TOBIO IS NOT A BIG CRIER BUT he feels things so deeply, you basically see his brain buffer, cogs turning as his eyes glimmer and shine as he gazes at you. You know his mind is flooded with you, your future, your life together, and he feels so excited to spend every moment he can with you. He can’t wait to marry you 🥺🩷

KAGEYAMA TOBIO HAS NO SENSE OF SOUND, WE LOVE HIM SO MUCH. He cant whisper, he cant sing, he’s only able to do so when he doesn’t think about it, he just has one solid tone as he tries to sing with you in the car. But he will belt out songs with you regardless, he wants to make you happy, even if he can’t sing to save your life.

GRRRRRRR I LOVE HIM SO MUCJ TOBIO MY SWEETHEART 🥺🩷

[marysdonuts]

S stands for scam

nepo baby!Seungcheol x scammer!reader

Synopsis: You are cold hearted scammer who loves to break men and use them for money. Seungcheol the rich nepo baby is your next target. Will the sadness in his eyes melt your icy heart? Or will you empty his bank account?

Warnings: smut, scam, dom!reader, sub!seungcheol (first time), slightly sad!seungcheol, oral (f. and m. receiving), dirty talk, light butt stuff (m.receiving), crack

WC: 1.7K

Status: part 1. - ongoing, part 2.

a/n: join my taglist to get notified about new chapters - here

You always liked cocky guys. You know, those who reek of confidence. Who boast their good looks for everybody to see. That smirk on their face.. Like they know they are the shit. Bossing people around. Extremely competitive. Eyes that don't take No for an answer. And let's be honest... Rich. Money makes you move.

You also liked, no, loved to take these type of men and wipe that annoying grin off their handsome faces. Make them beg or even better - cry. After being done with them, take all the cash and dip. Especially if they looked tough. Sweet little challenge for your ego.

That's why you picked Choi Seungcheol as your next target. It was not unusual to see him frequent the same upscale hotel bar as you. Upscale and luxury were two things you like more than putting men in their place. Unfortunately, for Him, he was both.

//

Sitting at the bar, each time in new tailored suit, definitely italian, changing limited edition watched like socks. Always came alone and acted like he owned the place. Manspreading on the chair, taking up space for three. So annoying.

However, men like that are such an easy prey.

"Your drink looks delicious, what is it called?" question rolled off your tongue with childlike curiosity, doe eyed, like you never had a sip of alcohol before. You always looked innocent. They never seen what was coming.

"Whiskey Sour" he slowly turned his head in your direction with raised eyebrow. He looked angry. Well, for a second. Looking you up and down, anger turned into pleasant surprise.

"Bartender, mix one for the lady" He didn't ask questions, only commands.

"I didn't say I want one" You smirked, knowing he bit the bait

"Join me" patting the chair next to him. Decreasing his manspreading to two people space. Damn, why are his thighs so huge? Sitting down, quite close to each other, whiff of his perfume entered your aura. Wood and Musk? Not sure, but he smelled good.

"Not bad. I mean your perfume" Compliments get the leo heart and you did your research.

"What about me?" he closed the distance between you, self assured look on his face

"You? Decent"

"Only decent?"

"I've met many people like you,"

"Oh? Is that right?" he paused, competitive side bubbling to the surface "Darling, you never met anybody like me" he purred

Just where you wanted him

"Spoiled, rich, pretty boy, spending his daddy's money" You continued

"So, you think I am pretty" He laughed, boost of confidence you could almost physically see. Like a skill level up in online game. Shoulders growing wider.

Confidence +1!

You sipped on your drink instead of answering. Letting him have this one. Glass hanging from your fingertips.

"Shall we get going?" he asked, suggestively brushing over your hand, taking the drink from it. You have to give it to him. He does not waste time. What Cheol wants Cheol gets. The way he was moving made it obvious nobody ever had the guts to question his autority. Sweet smile on your lips, dark shadow passing over your eyes.

"Lead the way"

Oh how you were looking forward to teaching this one a lesson.

//

Gently pressing your back to the door the moment they closed, his hands hugging the curve of your face, he swallowed your lips desperately. But in such a loving manner? What's going on in here? Is he not the type of person you thought he was?

"It's not often, people have the courage to say what they really think about me. To my face." Resting his forehead on your shoulder. Soft hair tickling your neck.

Why did that sound so sad? Almighty guy, now somehow looked like a lost puppy. You could tell he was tired of always being the responsible one. Searching for a caring soul that would take care of him. For once.

"There is more where that came from" you smirked. Pity? You did this many times before. Use a guy. Get the money. Why should it be any different today? You won't let any pity distract you from your goal.

Now pinning Him to the door. Forcing your knee between his thick thick thighs. He could probably crush you with those if he wanted. Ha. Take that.

"Such a big boy yet so weak" you mocked him

Eyes widening in shock, Cheol didn't resist. It was his first time being talked to like that. He didn't know what to make of it, but the growing heat of the moment your knee almost touched his Cheol Jr., showed him the way.

//

Next thing he knew, his knees were painfully pressed on to the wooden floor, gasping for air, as you completely drenched, slid painfully slow stroke over his face. Gliding your needy clit down the length of his nose, circling it like you had all the time in the world. You found your way to his, already open and waiting - mouth. Bulging in his pants became more and more evident, wet spot made its appearance quite quickly. Expensive fabric hardly keeping any secrets.

"Not the best day to wear gray suit, huh?" You smirked, running hand thru his full wavy hair, ending the gentle pet by pulling him closer.

"mmhm! " Seungcheol could barely breathe not to mention speak, the only thing that came out was muffled whine. No space was left between the two of you. He felt so weak. Just as you said. There was no strenght to fight back and step by step he realised that he didn't want to.

"You okay down there, pretty boy?" you couldn't help but laugh at the teary look in his eyes, mouth completely filled with your heat.

"I will need you to hold still now" not waiting for him to answer

You started rubbing on his face with gusto. Step by step increasing the vigour of your strokes. Caged moans, whimpers and what was that? Little cries? Kept escaping one by one from this tough built man, imprisoned between your thighs. You could tell he completely gave himself to the sensation.

"Look at you, moaning all over the place. Does it feel that good being used like a toy?" pushing him on his back, your legs now framing each side of his handsome, messed up face. You could see your dripping excitement spread all over his face, glistering under the warm lights. If he was wearing mascara it would be ruined by now.

"i-it does.." cheeks flushed with rosy colour, his confidence left the room long time ago

Confidence -10!

"Such a good boy. Do you know what happens to good boys, Cheollie?" At the sound of his name being spoken so sweetly, throb in his trousers almost made them explode. Nobody called him like that.

" What - " didn't finish, just looking at you with those sparkly brown eyes completely at your mercy

" You get a reward! " you exclaimed almost as if you were Oprah throwing gifts at her guests.

Straddling him backwards.

"Keep licking" you command as your warm lips reach the throbbing bulge in his pants. Soft kisses falling all over his pride. As they became increasingly wet the force he was eating you out with, surged.

"Shall I take it ou-" suddenly moaning as his tongue hit the correct spot.

"mmh p...l..se" struggling to get his answer out

"I will take that as a yes" slowly lowering his bottoms. All of him springing up like mushrooms after rain, slapping your cheek, leaving his precum all over it.

"Already this wet, huh?"

Pulling your lips closer to the tip, starting with playful licks circling the perimeter. Your kisses becoming sloppy, hands joining into the motion, cheeks hollowing. Up and down, up and down and in spiral. Producing moans from under you.

Cheol didn't know if it was the lack of air, the pulsing of your pussy tightly pressed on him or your pretty mouth, so so wet covering every single spot of his sensitive area... But he had a feeling he might finish uncharacteristically quickly. This was entirely new experience for him.

"fuck.. it feels so good, " Finally, a coherent sound escaping out for a second "not sure how long I will last if you keep sucking me like that"

"Then I better get to the highlight of tonight" chuckling devilishly as you quickly jumped off of his face.

"Put those muscles to use and take me to the bed" you ordered the poor man with his pants still stuck at the knees.

He wobbled but obeyed. After completely taking off his trousers, once carefully pressed fabric was a mess on the floor. Covered in your saliva and his own juices.

The image of finally embracing you, feeling your tightness powered his moves as he carried you in his arms, bridal style. Carefully laying you down on the sheets. You enjoyed that more than you'd ever admit.

"Such a strong big boy" you whispered as your lips brushed his cheek. Kiss as reward. Sending electric shocks down his spine.

"I will need you to kneel for me, okay?"

His head moved in agreement but the hands shamefully covering how hard he was.

"It's too late to cover up. I already saw everything," you laughed, positioning yourself behind him

"well... almost everything." suddenly forcing his head to the pillows, leaving his bottom raised up and totally exposed. He gasped as you started spreading his thick thighs apart. Nestling your face between the cherry cheeks, hot breath reaching the sensitive pink flesh. Freeing your tongue from behind your teeth. Pressing your mouth against his pulsing rectum all at once.

"Ohhh" he moaned in pleasure. Well, for a moment. Before realising what was happening

"Wait! Where do you think you are going??" He almost cried out

//

Cheol was an adventurous guy, but not THAT adventurous. However, the moment he felt your hot slippery tongue in his prohibited zone picking up speed running in circles, and heard your moans becoming louder and louder.. He started loosing any inhibitions present until this moment. His legs slowly opening even more on their own accord, hips pushing up and meeting your mouth halfway. All of this a reflex. He didn't know he had it in him, but the body was reacting and he could not control any of it.

Dignity -20!

to be continued