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arlerts-angel · 6 days

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HENNESSEY, AND A LOT OF BAD DECISIONS — K. RYUGUJI

ken is having fun celebrating his birthday. . . but there's one gift he just can't wait for.

❥ note: HAPPY belated BIRTHDAY DADDY 🐉🩷 pretend like this isn't 3 days late okay ... 😭

"cheers!"

the clink of shot glasses rings in your ears. you promised your best friend you'd take one shot for his birthday, but that you didn't want to get drunk.

he accepted under one condition.

"happy birthday draken!" you and your group of friends cheer, then collectively throw back the drink.

he nods thankfully and joins in the group shot. he glances over at you and smirks. "you ready to hold up your end of the deal?"

you throw your head back and groan playfully, but oblige. draken offers his hand to you, leading the both of you to a lone table. "they're gonna love this," he grins, "but not as much as i will."

draken helps you up onto an empty table and lays you down gently. you raise your shirt enough to expose your midriff, squirming as he pours the alcohol into your navel. "i can't believe i agreed to this," you giggle. ken grins back at you.

your friends take out their phones to record and cheer him on as ken gets ready to take the shot. he presses his hand gently beneath your navel and looks you in the eyes as he drinks the alcohol from your body. the pressure from his hand earns himself a soft moan from you.

"don't let them catch those pretty sounds on camera princess," he teases. your stomach twists into a knot and your cheeks grow warm. you start to apologize, but ken interjects. "don't be sorry. you wanna feel me right here, baby?" he asks softly as he presses down on you once more, smiling at you. sickeningly and seductively.

you nod eagerly. you don't know where this is coming from, but you're not going to ask. not now, anyway. "maybe he's a lightweight," you think. ken pats your thigh, offering to help you sit up. "i wanna do one more body shot, if it's okay with you."

"anything for you, birthday boy." you agree.

"anything?" he repeats, smirking at you. "so you'll let me sneak you away and fuck you out of your pretty little head?"

you nod and squeeze your thighs together. ken grabs another shot from mikey, then approaches you. "from your tits, yeah?" you give him the okay, then he pours the shot into your cleavage.

you can hear the faint sound your friends cheering him on as he puts his face between your tits and downs the alcohol, but your heartbeat is louder, pulsating through what feels like your whole body. draken looks up at you from your décolletage and winks.

he sneaks you away from the party into his room, leaving a trail of hungry kisses from your lips to your collarbone. "couldn't wait for you any longer, you sure this is okay with you?"

"as long as you're not drunk," you reply. ken laughs softly and shakes his head.

"there's no way i'd let my first time with you happen while i'm drunk! you have nothing to worry about, princess. just relax... let me make you feel good," his voice trails as his hands begin fumbling with your clothes.

the way he unclasps your bra makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter. his hands feel so big on your back as they slide to the top of your pants. "these are my favorite... 's that why you wore 'em?" he asks as he gently smacks your ass. you moan softly in response, arousal pooling in your panties. "fuck," he groans, urgently sliding your bottoms off your body.

he gently, but quickly, lays you down on his bed and gets between your thighs. "want a taste of you, need it... just a taste baby..." ken presses his nose against your clothed clit and kisses the wet patch on your panties. he groans and pushes them to the side, sliding the pad of his slender finger down your wet slit.

"fuck... you're soaked baby," he grins just before planting his mouth onto your clit. he teases your bud, flicking his tongue in short strokes. you buck your hips, begging him to quit teasing. he gently pushes your hips down onto the bed then sucks on your clit, licking up and down your cunt hungrily, moaning at the taste of your sweetness.

you feel him gently sliding a finger inside you while his tongue laps at your clit. he starts pumping in and out slowly, gradually gaining speed as your moans become louder and more needy.

"fuck! ken!!" was all you could let out as you start to drown in intense pleasure.

"never gonna get tired of hearing that... you're so goddamn perfect. so fuckin' sexy." he praises, rolling a condom down his length. ken grabs your waist and slowly slides his cock inside you, letting you adjust to him.

"like a champ baby... taking all of me the first time...? you're a dirty fuckin' girl... my dirty fuckin' girl, yeah?"

"yeah," you moan as he bottoms out, then fucks into you at a quick pace. he grunts and groans in pleasure as your cunt contracts around him.

"fucking tight," he hisses. his fingers press deep into your skin as he holds you against his cock. draken's gaze shifts from your face to your tits bouncing, to your finger on your clit as he fucks you, and back to your face, taking in each beautiful sight.

"so pretty, baby. so fuckin' pretty, all of you is so. fucking. pretty." he emphasizes. you respond with little grunts and moans, too blissfully cockdrunk to formulate words.

your cunt tightens around him as you reach your second orgasm. ken curses and inhales sharply, his hips stutter as cum spills inside the rubber. he falls into you, kissing the beads of sweat on your skin.

"been waiting a long time for that," ken admits softly. "i want you to be my girl. will you?"

you smile and look him in the eyes. "of course i will, ken ryuguji."

you share a soft kiss, then hear a knock on the door.

"draken? you in there? where's [name]?"

you look at each other and laugh quietly.

"we'll tell them someday..." you whisper.

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banananutsmuthie · 2 years

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The Dangers of Owning a Smartphone

Idol(s): Yena [IZ*ONE]

Word Count: 5.1k+ words

Content Advisory: Titfucking

A/N: Dedicated to @friskyriskywhisky based off this ask. Sadly, I did not finish this fic in two sittings, so I guess I lost frisky's bet :(

need your cock so bad. Come to my place RIGHT NOW and fuck me

And just like that, any productivity you had for the day evaporates.

That’s the power of Yena’s texts. It isn’t just her words—you’re used to Yena’s frequent booty calls by now. No, it’s the picture she sends with it that drives you wild.

There she is in stunning high resolution, kneeling on her bed, playfully pulling on her high pigtails. Her gaze exudes the confidence of a woman who knows what she wants, screaming to be dicked down. Her tongue licks at those famous dick-sucking duck lips, further supporting just how bad she wants it.

Zoom in and you can see every minute detail of her sinful body: every ridge defined in her exposed midriff, every goosebump running up her glistening thighs, and even that perfect cleavage reserved for your eyes only. But what really commands your attention is her outfit and the lack of coverage it actually provides. There’s subtle holes in her purple knit top and skirt; the image at any lower fidelity would’ve missed the lack of clothes underneath. Thank God for smartphones then, to be able to capture Yena’s perky tits and pussy lips, visible through her knit outfit in all its intended high-def glory.

“Holy shit, is that Yena?! You didn’t tell me you were dating my ult bias!”

You should’ve known by his unmistakable musk that Wooseok was in the vicinity. You turn around to see him hovering over your shoulder gawking at Yena’s zoomed-in body.

That’s the danger of owning a smartphone when you date Yena.

“Wooseok, what the fuck! Why are you at my desk?”

“Seeing if you wanted to do lunch, but it looks like you’re already eyeing dessert,” Wooseok replies with a sly smile.

“Keep your voice down! No one’s supposed to know.”

Wooseok’s hunger can no longer be satisfied by lunch alone. His eyes widen, hungry to know more about that delicious Yena body. His firm hands grasp at your shoulders, playfully shaking you as a congratulatory gesture. “This motherfucker! Banging idols now? What’s she like in bed? Fuck man, you gotta tell me everything!”

“Dude, I’m not talking about this with you.”

“So I take it we’re not doing lunch today then?”

Wooseok already knows the answer. Normally, lunch out with the work bestie talking shit about the other co-workers is a welcome break from the monotony of writing a review for another tired 80’s-inspired title track overloaded with synths. But knowing there’s a full course meal of duck being served just for you superseded any previously agreed upon lunch plans. You get up and start to walk toward the elevator without even answering him, but Wooseok tugs at your wrist and holds you back.

“At least tell her that her biggest fan says hi!”

“Now why would I do that?”

“Dude. We work for a tabloid. An idol dating scandal? That’s a headline. That’s my headline. Just tell her I said hi and I won’t say anything. She’ll know who I am, I’ve been to all her fan signs.”

“Ugh, fine.” Wooseok finally lets go, allowing you to enjoy your lunch break.

* * *

“Yena?” you holler through her apartment.

“In the bedroom, oppa!”

As you approach her room at the end of the hall, you can hear Yena’s feet shuffling, then a thud followed by the coils in her mattress giving way. It all makes sense when you finally turn the corner and stand in the open door frame.

It’s almost like a murder scene in there. Her purple panties play the part of the victim, lying lifeless on the carpeted floor. Splotches of her bodily fluid splatter across various areas of the room, and of course, the weapon of choice, her bullet vibrator, still left at the crime scene next to Yena’s undergarment. The lone suspect sits atop the bed, her legs spread wide, face unable to hide her guilt and naughtiness, beckoning you to interrogate her insides.

But first, there’s the matter to resolve with Wooseok.

“You know, you shouldn’t be sending me explicit texts and photos when I’m at work, Yena.”

“Why not? I know you love it, oppa!”

“That’s not the point! My coworker Wooseok saw the text! He started asking what it’s like sleeping with his IZ*ONE bias and asked me to tell you he’s your biggest fan. It was kinda creepy to be honest.”

The speech falls on deaf ears. Yena lunges off the bed to pepper you with neck nibbles. As her hands grasp at your biceps, her perfect breasts press against you, allowing you to feel her perky nipples through her top.

“I know you didn’t come here to just talk,” she says.

Her fingers wage a war with your button down shirt, but it isn’t so much a war as it is a slaughter. Yena’s fingers are too skilled to even consider it an even fight, swiftly undoing each button with the precision of an experienced surgeon. Her lips follow the exposed skin trail left in the wake of her destruction, leaving pink lipstick marks down your chest until no buttons remain fastened. All it takes is a small tug at the hem, and your shirt becomes a useless decoration on Yena’s bedroom floor, joining her crumpled up panties and glistening vibrator.

“You don’t know how bad I’ve wanted this. Been thinking about your cock all morning.”

Yena’s knees crumble to the carpet with a soft thud as she firmly plants herself in front of you, licking her lips as she finally makes way to the spoils of her war. Your belt buckle doesn’t even stand a chance; Yena aggressively pulls down your pants and underwear with ease, her eyes lighting up like seeing a long lost friend when she finally sees your cock.

But then she looks back up with a look of mild frustration. “This won’t do.”

“What?”

“Need you to get hard for me, oppa. I want your big hard cock in me and I want it NOW.” Yena hastily pushes you onto the bed. “Close your eyes for me, oppa.”

Yena disappears behind your shut eyelids as you follow her command; the lack of a concrete visual aid only heightens your other senses. Shivers run down your back as Yena’s cold fingers wrap around your flaccid cock.

“I bet you imagine me under your desk secretly giving you a blowjob while Wooseok is in the next cubicle over, not knowing his favorite idol is giving you head. Go ahead, imagine it.”

Turns out she was listening earlier about Wooseok after all, but he becomes a distant memory as the subtle sound of Yena’s breasts clapping against each other from her aggressive handjob drowns out any other thoughts. As she swiftly strokes, Yena’s wet, pouty lips surround your tip, helping to evoke the image she’s attempting to paint. Your imagination finally conjures a representation of Yena to fill in the visual void: her face is full of cock, stuck between your parted thighs under your desk discreetly trying to milk you.

Her longing eyes meet your gaze, begging you to get hard for her, longing to feel what it’s like to be mouthfucked in such a public space. A tear streams down her cheek as Yena’s lips tighten, the confines of her tiny mouth shrinking until your tip manages to poke at the back of her throat. Unable to contain you anymore, she pulls off, her slobber trickling down your shaft as she continues stroking instead.

“Look at that, getting hard for me at the thought of office head. You like that, don’t you?”

“Mhmm. Go on,” you respond, eyes still closed, letting your imagination take you wherever Yena wants.

“I bet you thought of abusing your media privileges to get backstage at one of my concerts. But that’s not the only thing you’re abusing, is it? Catching me in the middle of a wardrobe change and abusing my used hole from behind. Can you hear that? That’s the sound of my fans screaming my name for an encore not knowing I’m screaming your name and chasing a different kind of encore.”

The office disappears. Suddenly, you find yourself in a dark corner backstage staring down at Yena’s sweaty bare back, her safety shorts pulled down to her ankles as she props herself up on some musical equipment cases. The sound of her clapping breasts serves as a proxy to the image of Yena’s ass cheeks rippling against your crotch with every imaginary thrust. Her pussy tightens as you thrust faster, but in reality, you know it’s just you getting harder to Yena’s maddening strokes.

“Mhmm. What else, baby? Fuck, keep going.”

“Bet you’ve jerked off in the office to all my teaser photos late at night after everyone’s gone home, even though you know you can get this pussy any time you want. You probably even imagine your idol girlfriend squirting all over your desk while you’re doing it. All of that while you try to meet your deadline for all those reviews you do for K-Pop girl group comebacks. But you know what, oppa?”

The room goes silent. The sudden lack of euphoria causes a blank image again, and so you open your eyes to see your fully-erect cock throbbing between Yena’s tiny hands. Satisfied with getting you hard, Yena’s hands have stopped stroking but continue to grip harshly around the base of your shaft.

“What?” you ask, praying that there’s more to this lunch break than just a quick hand job.

“None of them can sing the way that I do when you ram this big cock into my tight little pussy.”

She pumps one more time, putting your tip back into her mouth and giving the most sensitive part a lick. Her mouth delves deeper. Her hands fall off your cock, making way for those greedy lips that have now consumed the length of your shaft. Yena groans but refuses to come back up for air, then you see why: her hand reaches for your phone, placing it in front of her and propping it up against your stomach. After a few screen taps, she finally pulls off, saliva dribbling from between her lips.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“You told me not to send you explicit photos, so I’m saving them instead so you can pull them up on your own time and jerk off to me whenever you want. See?” Yena turns the phone around, showing off the picture of your cock fully in her mouth, her eyes watering from holding it in so long.

That’s the perk of owning a smartphone when you date Yena.

“Fuck, Yena, you’re so fucking naughty.”

“Good. I’ve been thinking of shedding my bubbly image, maybe try a more mature concept.”

“Oh, yeah? How mature we talking?”

Her knees are an irritated pink as she gets up off the carpet. Yena arches down to give your tip one last lick before releasing you from her grip, finally backing up to allow you one final view of her outfit before it becomes one with the floor. Like your button down shirt, all it takes is a simple tug for Yena’s scratchy skirt to slide off her hips, and gravity does the rest.

Yena’s perfect pussy is always such a sight to behold. It was already unbelievable that she agreed to a date when you first met; it was meant as a joke to ease the tension when you first interviewed her. But to now have been to her apartment for the umpteenth time, to know the nymphomaniac hiding behind her squeaky clean idol image, and to have that body all to yourself whenever you wanted? This whole thing could’ve easily been mistaken for another one of Yena’s imaginary sexual concoctions.

This time, without your eyes closed, it’s clear all of this is as real as it gets.

“This mature enough for you, oppa?”

Yena’s hand sits just inches from her face. As she parts her fingers, you can see the look of excitement in her eyes admiring the strings of your precum and her earlier slick webbed between her fingers. She shuts them back together and sticks them into her mouth, sucking the cocktail off her digits and letting out a moan of satisfaction. She leaves a trail of saliva as she runs her fingers down her neck, through her cleavage, and across her tight core until her pilgrimage leads to her clit. Her other hand grabs at her chest, Yena now rubbing herself in her most sensitive regions, unable to hold back a muted moan even through a bitten lip.

“Mmm, I don’t think it’s mature enough. Still too much clothes. How about you take that top off?”

Yena chuckles. There is lust in her eyes, scheming a plan on how to best present her breasts. She doesn’t want to just take it off; she wants to make a show out of it, and so Yena finds a loose string in her top and tugs. The more she pulls, the further her top unravels, slowly stripping away the last of her decency and exposing her chest little by little. Her underboob starts to get exposed; her breasts look so supple in this teasing state, leaving you in a stupor. Yena catches you licking your lips, and she pinches off the long string of yarn before going any further.

“Why’d you stop?” you ask.

She doesn’t need words to answer when she can use her body. You prefer it, even, knowing just how well she’s used it in the past. Yena doesn’t even break eye contact as she moves toward you on the bed, once again kneeling between your legs and guiding your stiff member underneath what’s left of her top and in between her breasts. Thrust upward, and your tip manages to escape through the other side of her cleavage. Now you see why she stopped at exposing just her underboob.

“God, Yena, your tits are fucking amazing.”

“Yeah, bet you never thought of titfucking me, huh? I’m actually surprised we haven’t done this yet.”

Yena purses her lips, conjuring saliva that drips down to her chest below. Her fingers start to rub, lubricating her cleavage with her bodily fluids. The sight alone causes you to throb uncontrollably between Yena’s pillows. She finally gives the command when she’s finally done.

“Fuck me, oppa.”

The feeling is somewhat unfamiliar as you push and pull against her chest for the first time. It’s euphoric, not unlike thrusting between Yena’s pink walls, but it’s the velvety softness hugging your shaft from both sides that really makes it extra special.

Yena lets out a moan. It’s just as pleasurable for her as it is for you, it seems. You increase your speed with each subsequent thrust, causing Yena’s contained breasts to heave heavily with rippling waves forming on the surface.

“Tell me how much you love fucking my tits, oppa.”

It’s hard to even answer her with how much focus it takes to thrust between her chest, but she takes your grunts as a sign of approval. Yena smiles back up at you, and you can’t help but think of ruining that pretty little face, those perky lips, and that blessed chest. Grab at her pigtails like they’re handle bars, and Yena purrs like a Harley. It stabilizes you, allowing you to rev faster between her breasts.

“Fuck, Yena, you’re so fucking amazing.”

Yena winces, but it’s not like she isn’t used to rough sex. She loves it, only goading you on more.

“Oh, I see you like it rough,” Yena says in response. “I can play that game, too.”

She reaches for the bullet vibrator on the floor, turns it on, and tucks it between her chest, wedging it under your shaft for mutual stimulation. Yena’s words come out in a raspy vibrato: “You like that , don’t youuuuu~?”

The feeling is intense: muscles spasming, toes curling, fingers tugging tighter on Yena’s black locks. It’s almost a little too much, feeling like you could cum on Yena at any given moment with how mind-numbingly good it is. You respond back with a low growl, surprised that it comes out with the same pulsating pitch as Yena.

Keep going. Yena’s saliva has long been dried up between her chest, leaving her skin in a reddish irritated state where your skin roughly rubs against hers. Somehow, fucking her tits still feels as good as the first thrust: with every push, beads of sweat begin to percolate down her neck and upper chest thanks to the hot and humid action, flowing down her cleavage and starting the lubrication anew.

“Cum all over my chest, oppa. I want it everywhere.”

You want to be defiant to her words, to hold out just a little longer and enjoy every moment. Yena can see it in the way you bite your bottom lip, can feel it in her hair tangling even tighter in your grasp. You try to look away, hoping that avoiding eye contact with Yena will prolong the inevitable. You try to think of anything else other than fucking your girlfriend’s tits silly. You try everything, but it isn’t nearly enough.

“It’s cute that you think you can hold out any longer, oppa.”

Yena grasps across her body underneath her breasts with one hand, pushing her chest together and suffocating your cock even more. Her other hand grips at your tip; with each thrust between her chest, she strokes, only further stimulating you. With her bullet vibrator still wedged between her chest and the underside of your shaft, there’s not much you can do to prevent the inevitable, and so when Yena tells you to cum all over her chest, you do as she says—there’s no negotiation.

“Fuck, Yena!”

You toss your head back and thrust upward one last time, holding her in place by her pigtails to ensure she receives the full force skyrocketing out of your cock. Yena grabs at your exposed shaft that throbs in her hands, coaxing every last drop out of you. Each of Yena’s strokes beat in time with each explosion that sprays her chest in white until there’s nothing left to give.

Yena’s chest is a mess, nothing but a wasteland of cum. Even her lips are painted in white as it drips in globs down her chin and back into the used crevice that heaves heavily around your softening cock. She grabs your phone again, taking more pictures of the artwork you just painted on her, lips protruding and proudly showing off your cum like a trophy.

“These look so great, oppa. You’re gonna love jerking off to these later!” Yena takes a second to admire the photos she took before finally slipping out of her top and turning off her vibrator.

Yena desperately looks around for something to wipe off the sticky load you left her. There’s no towels or tissues to be seen. She debates even using her skirt but eventually settles on her panties to wipe herself down, the purple undergarment now a creamy white as she tosses it toward the headboard.

“Now it’s my turn. Need you to make me cum.”

Yena pushes you down onto the bed, swinging one leg over you and hovering over your softening cock.

“This won’t do,” she says again.

“I don’t know if I have the strength to go again, Yena.”

“Maybe this might change your mind.”

Yena lowers herself onto you, her glistening pussy rubbing against the underside of your shaft, gyrating against you to change your mind. Her lips part ever so slightly at just the slightest pressure your tip exerts, revealing just how wet she already is. You can tell she wants to push further, wants to fill herself up with your cock, but if there’s one thing that Yena enjoys more than sex, it’s the chase.

She knows just how hypersensitive your cock is after an orgasm, and so she grinds harder to get you erect again. Let her. It’s what she’s good at.

Slowly, your cock starts to grow again. She continues, letting your shaft glide between the smoothness of her outer lips. When your tip pushes against her clit, she lets out a moan, causing you to leak a little more cum, her rosy slit now tinged in a hint of your white glaze. Yena pulls away with a smirk seeing you at full erection. She’s done her job, sowing the seeds in your mind to sow your seed in her.

“I guess you can just go back to work if that’s what you really want.” She feigns disinterest, looking away as she starts to dismount. By now, it’s a game of chicken seeing who’s the first to break, but the thing about Yena is that she never loses. Of course not. Who would dare turn down sex with Yena?

Tug at her hips and pull her back in. You know how this goes. This isn’t some random one night stand, this is Yena: idol, sex extraordinaire, owner of your cock. And so the moment she feels your fingers gripping her ass and pulling her back in, she knows she’s won.

“Good,” Yena says with a smile, “I knew you couldn’t resist.”

“Shut up,” you playfully tell her.

“Fill me up, oppa. Don’t go slow, either. Hard and fast. I’m already so close.”

You thrust upward into Yena, penetrating her easily as she lets out a sharp exhale. It’s effortless with how much she already got off on her vibrator and with how familiar she is with your cock. It’s home for you, living between her warm, inviting walls. You’d stay longer inside her and enjoy the moment if you could, but Yena wants hard and fast, so you give her exactly what she asks for.

Pull out halfway, slam back in, then repeat. It isn’t hard; you’ve done it before. Each thrust sends Yena’s head back further as she shuts her eyes, letting you do all the work. The cum you left on Yena’s pussy lips earlier starts to lather your shaft, creating a warm, creamy mess that starts to drip out of her slit with each penetration.

“That’s it, oppa. Fuck, you’re so big.”

Your nails dig deeper into her hips, gripping her firmly as you mindlessly fuck Yena into oblivion. She sucks in through gritted teeth, soldiering through the pain and taking in all the pleasure of your ramming cock. Yena’s breasts, still glistening with a mixture of sweat and leftover cum, bounce wildly up and down, keeping time with your pelvis crashing upward against her body.

“Ugh! So fucking good! Can’t believe how fucking good this cock feels in me.”

It’s too much to handle, having to do all the work while Yena stays stationary above you, screaming at the top of her lungs like she’s riding a roller coaster. She isn’t gonna shut up any time soon with how much she’s enjoying herself either, so you roll and toss her onto the bed; you’re the one hovering above her now.

Yena giggles. For how commanding she’s been during this lunch break, she still loves getting forced around and used like a rag doll. Her eyes open, giving a signal to push her further, to use her like a sponge and soak up all your cum.

“That’s it, oppa, make me your cumdump. F-fuck, right there, oppa, right there!”

Turn her around, force her diaphragm against the mattress so she stops quacking. It still isn’t enough.

“Stop being a tease and stick it back in! Fill my hole with cum, oppa. Make me dripping wet.”

You grab her soaked panties, the one she tossed on the bed after wiping herself off—there’s no reason to let all that cum go to waste. Ball it up and shove it into her mouth. She did say to fill her hole with cum; that’s her fault for not specifying which hole.

“Mmpph!” Yena cries out.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

It’s a good pacifier and she loves it. Yena can only let out muted moans as you thrust back into her from behind. You push your hand against the small of her back, causing her ass to perk up for you and forcing any air out through her nose in an audible exhale. You give her ass a good slap; watch as it ripples against your crotch. Yena squirms and jerks forward, letting another moan escape between her cum-soaked duck lips.

She grabs at your phone again, unlocks it with a tap of “2909”—her birthday, of course—and starts to find the right angle for another photo to add to the growing collection. Leave it to Yena to make it Instagram-worthy, crawling a little to the left to make sure the sunlight hits her face just right, tilting her phone for the perfect shot.

“Mmm?” Yena asks as she lifts the phone up to let you admire the photo now saved for eternity in the cloud.

You like what you see on that tiny screen as you continue to pound her from behind. It’s the first time seeing her gagging on her panties between those protruding lips. Cum leaks down the corner of her mouth, catching between her cleavage in the bottom of the photo. The high angle also manages to capture her tiny, squishy butt and your tireless cock pistoning between her reddened cheeks.

“Looks so good, Yena. Such an obedient duck.”

You collapse onto her back; it’s exhausting trying to make your duck cum. One hand reaches underneath her, her nipples still hard as they’re pinched between your fingers. Your other hand grabs at her throat. She gulps, and you can feel that lump of cum going down her trachea. You run your lips on the side of her sweaty neck, tasting the tang of her sexual frustration.

“You’re so fucking tight, Yena. So close, aren’t you?”

Your hand releases Yena’s throat to reach out for her vibrator at the edge of the bed. You slide it underneath her, feeling around until it touches her clit. One flick is all it takes to turn her vibrator on, and she shudders, throwing her ass upward towards you when she feels that sensation pulsating against her sensitive hood. It’s too much for her. She tries to escape, tries to prolong the inevitable, but you push her back down with your cock and let her feel it, her own toy vibrating at maximum speed against her needy pussy.

“Ngghh~!”

Yena’s hands now grasp harshly at her bed sheets. Her crescendoing moans fight their way through her makeshift gag, back arching as her face drowns in her pillow—every telltale sign that Yena is close.

“It’s cute that you think you can hold out any longer, Yena,” you tell her, teasing her with the same sentiment she gave you earlier.

A couple more thrusts and Yena can’t take it anymore. She finally succumbs to her orgasm, her body convulsing, core tightening, pussy pulsating. You let her ride it out by continuing to thrust into her, but you start to feel yourself arriving at the same end as Yena.

Your grunts join Yena’s moans. Her walls constrict against your shaft. Warm bodily fluids flow out from between her pussy lips. You can’t tell if it’s yours or Yena’s. Doesn’t matter. You keep going until both of you are too drained to continue, stopping only after Yena’s flailing body eventually goes limp.

“Yena?”

You flip her around to make sure she’s still alive. Yena’s eyes stare off past the ceiling in a daze. Her breasts act as buoys, floating up and down with every inhale and exhale. Below, her bedsheets are marked with her essence in a huge puddle soaking into the polyester. Your own cum drips onto the bed sheets out of her pussy that’s almost unrecognizable behind the overflowing load.

You pull out the used lingerie out of her mouth. It’s completely clean, your cum now lining her stomach like the foie gras meal she is.

“That. Was. Amazing,” Yena manages to express, every word coming out in a drawn out breath.

You collapse once again, this time next to her, your arm reaching across her bare midriff for a quick cuddle. Yena grabs your phone one last time, taking one last picture from between her legs and capturing the collective mess.

“Shouldn’t you be getting back to work, oppa?”

You glance at your phone in Yena’s hand noticing it’s been nearly an hour since you clocked out of the office.

You lunge out of the bed. “Shit, shit, shit!”

“Man, these photos came out great, too, oppa!” Yena’s eyes widen as she scrolls through your phone, admiring all the photos she took while you hurriedly put your clothes back on.

“Can you hand me my keys and phone, babe?”

“Sure thing, oppa. Let me just put these photos in a secure folder for safe keeping.” When she finally finishes, she hands you the phone along with your keys.

“Gotta go,” you tell Yena, kissing her on her cheek. “I’ll call you later, maybe dinner tonight if you’re not busy?”

“Sure. And tell Wooseok I hope he enjoys the rest of his day!”

“Cool, see you tonight.”

* * *

It’s nearly 3:50 PM before Wooseok finally comes back from his lunch break.

“Dude, where have you been? It’s almost 4!” you tell Wooseok as he walks past your desk.

“Holy shit, dude. Those pictures your girlfriend sent me were so fucking hot. Completely drained me. Almost didn’t come back to work.”

“Photos? What photos are you talking about?”

Wooseok pulls out his phone, making sure no one else in the office can see all the photos Yena took of herself with your phone. “She texted these to me from your number,” he says with a big grin.

You hurriedly pull out your phone and confirm that Yena did, in fact, send all of the photos she took while at her apartment to Wooseok along with a message:

Hi Wooseok oppa! This is Yena, hope you enjoy these pictures of me 😄 consider it fan service for being one of my biggest fans and a sign of good faith that you won’t leak my relationship. See you at the next fan meet xoxo

There isn’t anything you can do about it now except to pray that Wooseok’s loyalty to Yena is strong enough to not ruin her career as well as yours.

“Please, Wooseok—”

“Don’t worry, I promised her I wouldn’t tell anyone,” Wooseok says after noticing the look of horror on your face. “But I’m definitely keeping these photos.”

And to think this all could’ve been avoided if you didn’t use Yena’s birthday as your passcode.

That’s the danger of owning a smartphone when you date Yena.

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tohokuu · 2 years

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blue peaches - park seonghwa

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warnings : needy pervert ! seonghwa, public sex, whining, praises, degradation, nipple play, fingering, sorta-subby reader.

word count : 2k

a/n : thoughts thoughts thoughts

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your shoulders were naked, the neck of the top nonexistent and falling just above your cleavage. it was tight against your form and cropped right just below your breasts. the exposed midriff showed off your belly button piercing, a shiny s attached to your stomach.

you belonged to seonghwa.

you tightened the straps of the skirt, tying them tightly against your hips so there was no room for slips. going without panties was gonna be a risky decision and you were scared of the outcomes if seonghwa found out.

the skirt was short, ending right above your fingertips and snug around your ass. it accentuated your curves perfectly and showed off your soft skin.

as you were putting in your earring, your doorbell rung. you knew who it was. no time was wasted as you quickly stepped down the stairs, opening the door for your handsome boyfriend.

his black hair cascaded past his eyes as he looked at you with adoration, not yet taking into consideration what you were wearing. he pulled you into his arms, kissing you slowly and tenderly, pulling away with a soft ‘pop.’

that’s when his eyes went wide, when he looked down at your figure. his eyes trailed from the thin necklace around your neck to the shiny white gel polish on your toes. you saw him visibly gulp, going quite for a second.

“do you like it ?” you asked him, smile beaming with pride and slight attitude.

he took a second to answer, registering his thoughts into his brain first. seonghwa cleared his throat, “y-yeah. it’s amazing. really, i love it. the belly piercing is.. wow.”

you smiled once again, pulling him close and placing a chaste kiss on his neck. “love you, now lets go!” you chimed.

the entire ride, seonghwa had suffered. his boner was getting hard to conceal and this date was getting longer and longer. he just wanted to go home, fuck you into the mattress and make you cry. however, he was stuck in this movie theatre with you, watching an overly sexual movie with terribly acted out scenes.

the actress moaned too loud for his liking, so seonghwa imagined it was you. he decided it was you on the screen. he wanted to be the one to fuck you right now. he wanted to hear your mellow moans, your agonising screams and the scratch of your gel acrylics against his muscular back.

“fuck, y/n. let’s get out of here.” he snapped. he grabbed your hand, leading you out the theatre, earning a few boo’s from the other people watching. you offered slight apologies as you were pulled down the hallway and into the family bathroom of the AMC.

“seonghwa, what’s wro-“ you started but he cut you off. his mouth was on yours and his hands were on your hips. you kissed back, happy that your plan had worked.

“gonna wear slutty outfits like this and expect me not to react ? god, you’re infuriating.” he degraded. you whined into his mouth, kissing him harder.

“baby, just fuck me then.” you begged him.

seonghwa wasted no time in turning you around, bending you over the sink and pulling your skirt up.

“not even fuckin’ panties ? god, you’re such a slut.” he spat. you cried out loud as he spanked your ass, pussy dribbling juice down your thigh.

more spanks landed until your ass was red and you were begging him to stop. “seonghwa, ‘s burning.” you cried to him. however, he put a hand on your throat, choking you into submissiveness as he used his other hand to undo his jeans.

“gonna fuck the audacity out of you, baby.” he promised you. you nodded, feeling ecstatic as seonghwa’s cock breached your cunt. the burning stretch of his length was always new; you’d never get used to it.

he thrusted in and out quickly, his own voice whiney and nasally as he moaned at the tightness of your cunt. “feel so good, baby,” he told you. you bit your lip, trying to quiet down your moans but seonghwa didn’t seem to be having any of that.

he reached a hand down to your clit, rubbing the swollen bundle of nerves furiously. another hand trailed through your shirt, picking and pulling at your nipples.

you screamed in ecstasy, scared you might get kicked out but the slight enjoyment of public sex felt so good. you might leave here arrested but the drag of seonghwa’s cock in your tight pussy was too good to give up.

his tongue prodded at your neck and shoulder, sucking marks into the skin. there was not an inch left of clean skin on you as long as seonghwa kept his work up.

“seonghwa ! seonghwa, ‘m gonna cum. gonna cum so hard all over your cock, baby…” you cried out, barely able to get the words out. you sounded so so slutty, it made seonghwa’s head spin.

he could barely focus on pleasuring you when your cries and moans kept making him so so dizzy.

“shh, gonna come too, baby. gonna cum inside you, baby. you want that?” he asked you.

you quickly turned, eyes teary and face funny with black mascara. you nodded quickly, trying to connect your lips with his. seonghwa agreed, pressing his to yours as well.

you both moaned into the kiss, the feeling of your impending orgasm approaching quickly. seonghwa’s thrusts got sloppier and your cunt got tighter. you felt the knot in your stomach get more and more tense until a few more thrusts deep inside your cunt and you were a messy pool of tears and overflowing cum.

it leaked from your pussy despite seonghwa pushing it back in. he turned you around quickly, pressing you up into the sink as your legs wrapped around his waist.

he pressed his cock back inside you, thrusting harder and harder until his orgasm was overwhelming him. his cock spurted more cum inside you, so much so that you couldn’t even hold it in.

your cunt spasmed, barely able to hold in the potent offering your lover had given you. “feels s-so good.” you cried as he kept thrusting deep inside you, just barely hitting your cervix.

“ ‘m gonna cum one more time, hwa!” you cried to him. he nodded, leaning his head into your neck as he rubbed your clit with his thumb, barely thrusting inside anymore.

the knot from earlier formed again until it got tighter and finally snapped. your thighs shook and you pulled seonghwa close to you, needing a grip on reality.

“mmm, hwa! ‘m so messy. gonna have to clean me up, baby.” you told him. he nodded, grabbing a few towels from the napkin holder and cleaning your thighs and cunt gently from the mess.

he scooped in a dallop that was sopping from your cunt, earning a hiss from you. he held it up to your lips, silently asking you to open. you accepted, parting your lips to lick off the mess of yours and his juices mixed together. it formed a bittersweet flavor that was light enough to not leave a taste in your mouth.

“feel okay now, hm?” you asked him. he giggled against your neck, rubbing circles with his thumb against your hips.

“wait till we get home. gonna spank your ass red until you learn not to wear such slutty outfits in public anymore.”

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just12moments · 2 years

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Taking the Lead

Choi Yena x LE SSERAFIM Chaewon

2400+ words

“Ah, finally home.”

“I’m still thinking about Summit. That was so good.”

The door to the apartment closed with a loud click. Yena kicked off her sneakers and skipped into the living room. Chaewon plopped down on the sofa with a satisfied sigh.

“Right? I’d eat there all the time if it wasn’t so damn expensive. Always worth it after promotions though.”

“I need to bring my team there sometime. I’m surprised we even got a seat; places like that normally have lines for miles and reservations taken months ahead.”

“There’s always more room at the peak of the mountain.”

Chaewon squinted at Yena under furrowed eyebrows. Yena turned and noticed her puzzled look. She coughed out a laugh, embarrassed at her strange comment.

“That’s… I asked the manager once. It’s the restaurant’s motto, apparently.”

Chaewon nodded her head slowly in mock understanding.

“As long as there’s room for me in there. His meat is great.”

“Hmm, don’t say it like tha–”

Chaewon’s trench coat slipped off her shoulders, revealing a black tube top that contrasted her pristine white skin. The matching denim shorts highlighted her slim figure, especially her exposed midriff. She bent down to untie her boots, and Yena gawked at the tiny hint of cleavage.

“You’re so hot in that outfit.”

Chaewon glanced up and caught Yena staring, practically drooling, from across the room.

“You were watching me since dinner, weren’t you?”

Chaewon smirked at Yena, who was now leaning on the bedroom door. Both girls knew what they wanted. Just like back then.

“I learned from someone special.”

She stomped her boots on the floor and stood up from her chair, commanding Yena’s attention to the fishnets hugging her lithe legs. The frayed hem of her hot pants strained to contain her luscious thighs.

She took one slow step forward. And then another. Her full hips swayed as she strutted her way to Yena. Every tap of her heavy boots on the wooden floor echoed in the silent living room, feeding the tension and anticipation in the air.

Yena’s eyes feasted on Chaewon’s body, from her creamy thighs and toned abs to her small face framed in a bob cut. Before she knew it, Chaewon was only an inch away from her. She’s different now, to say the least.

“So… roommate. Whatchu wanna do?”

Chaewon slammed her hand on the door, leaning onto Yena beneath her.

“What if I take the lead this time?”

The two girls locked eyes. A sly smile formed on Yena’s lips.

“Sure. If you can take it.”

Without warning, Yena pushed off the door behind her and pecked Chaewon on the lips. She wrapped one arm around Chaewon’s bare midriff and the other around her neck as she deepened the kiss. In one fell swoop, she spun their bodies around and shoved Chaewon into the door.

Yena poked her tongue into Chaewon’s mouth as she pinned her arms to the wall. Their tongues danced around and prodded at each other, fighting to taste more and more. Yena lightly nibbled on Chaewon’s lower lip, causing her to gasp and allowing Yena to dive deeper into her.

Chaewon groaned into the kiss; Yena’s dominance sucked the air out of her. Pulling against her restraints, Chaewon managed to yank her lips away from Yena’s relentless pursuit. Her chest heaved as she panted harshly with her tongue out.

“Well? I’m still the leader.”

Yena jested, licking her lips and caressing Chaewon’s cheek.

“My little Chaewon-ie~ so adorable…”

She took a moment to savour Chaewon’s messy hair, tucking one black lock behind her ear.

“...So delicious.”

Yena leaned in once more for Chaewon’s lips. But Chaewon had other plans.

She swiftly dodged the kiss and planted her lips on Yena’s collarbone. Yena yelped at the ticklish sensation, staggering away from Chaewon. With Yena’s grip loosened, Chaewon grabbed both of Yena’s arms while licking and sucking along her neck. A trail of red marks stained her milky white skin.

“Hey, n-no fair. Y-You know– ah– I’m s-sensitive there…”

Yena’s voice trailed off as she lost her strength to Chaewon’s touch. Chaewon tasted Yena’s plump lips for herself, parting them with her tongue. It was her turn to take control.

Flustered by Chaewon’s newfound vigour, Yena tried to pull away from the kiss. She instead fell backwards and landed on her butt, all while Chaewon maintained her bind on Yena’s lips. Even on her hands and knees, she did not let Yena escape.

Chaewon straddled Yena’s leg as she kissed her. She coiled both hands around Yena’s neck, first caressing her soft skin and then lightly choking her. Yena was moaning and squirming under Chaewon, losing her breath from their aggressive makeout session.

At last, Chaewon pulled away from the kiss with an audible pop. Yena gasped for air with eyes half-open and a streak of drool running down the side of her mouth. Chaewon smirked at the helpless Yena beneath her and whispered right into her ear.

“Mmmmm~ so delicious.”

She quickly licked and nibbled on her ear for good measure. Yena’s breath hitched; she shuddered and bit her lip.

“Chaewon-ah…”

“Don’t mind me. Just enjoy yourself.”

Chaewon’s hands reached under Yena’s yellow sweater to explore her tight body. She ran her palms up and around Yena’s torso, occasionally circling her fingers around her abs. She grabbed Yena’s perky breasts with both hands and squeezed them firmly. Yena could merely speak in breathy sighs and whines of pleasure, dazed by Chaewon’s touch on her skin.

She stripped Yena of her sweater as well as the shirt underneath. What remained was a black sports bra, not unlike her own top that covered nothing but her ample chest. She deftly folded the sweater into a neat little square and handed it to Yena.

“Here. There’s your pillow.”

Yena scoffed, grabbing the makeshift pillow and adjusting it below her head. There she was: half-naked on the floor while a stunningly gorgeous lady in skimpy clothing was on top of her. Not something she was used to, but she loved every second of it.

Chaewon dragged her hands down to Yena’s legs. Under Yena’s plaid miniskirt, she rubbed her creamy thighs for several moments while she gradually inched closer and closer to her warm core. She could already feel the heat behind Yena’s wet panties.

“Wow, you’re so wet. Did you miss me that much?”

She teased Yena with her fingers lightly pushing against Yena’s entrance, the cloth parting her leaking slit.

“Ahhh~ Chaewon, please…”

Yena’s mind went blank, filled only with Chaewon and the pleasure she was inflicting on her. Yena curled her toes and arched her back as the subtle pulsating of her pussy spread throughout her body.

Chaewon smiled, eyes filled with lust and mischief.

“Don’t cum, okay?”

“Huh? Wha– AHH!”

Yena screamed as Chaewon tugged harshly on her panties. The thin cloth dug into Yena’s slit and soaked up her essence. Seductive moans and whines escaped Yena’s mouth; she squeezed her thighs together, finding any outlet for the intense sensation.

“Wait– AH– Chaewon, I-I’m…”

Chaewon smirked and let go of Yena’s panties. Chaewon knew exactly when to stop to deny her release. Yena shivered and arched her back higher, just barely tasting her orgasm.

“Nooooo, why? Chaewon, please…”

Chaewon slid her hand down to Yena’s pussy, and Yena shouted again in response. She traced Yena’s slit in one long drag until she stopped at her swollen clit. She drew agonizingly slow circles around her mound, careful not to touch it directly. With every orbit around her clit, Yena grew increasingly needy.

“Please, please, please make me cum. I’m going crazy right now.”

“Eventually.”

Chaewon pulled Yena’s ruined underwear down below her knees, exposing her drenched pink lips. Yena’s cheeks blushed bright red with embarrassment and arousal as she spread her legs as wide as she could. Chaewon grinned at the sight of a needy Yena.

She pecked Yena on the lips, and Yena leaned forward into the kiss to feel more of her. Chaewon halted her attempt and forcefully pulled away.

“Not so nice when you’re not on top, hmmm?”

Yena had no reply. Only panicked breaths and pleading eyes.

Chaewon kissed her collarbone again, then moved down to her abs and finally her crotch. She planted a deep kiss flush on Yena’s pussy. Yena cried out in desperate pleasure, chasing that elusive climax.

She flicked her tongue along Yena’s slit a few times, grazing her mound each time. With every lick, Yena’s pussy walls contracted and dripped more of her juices. Yena tried to muffle her screams by sucking and chewing on her fingers, but to no avail.

“P-please, I’m so close. S-so close…”

So close yet so far from her most desired release.

Satisfied with a taste of Yena’s wetness, Chaewon pulled down Yena’s skirt together with her panties. It was almost time to give her what she wanted. She stood up and walked a few steps away from Yena, flaunting her curvaceous figure and her tight ass.

“Patience. I’ll be there in a bit.”

Chaewon slowly unbuttoned her hot pants and bent over as she pulled them down her long legs, revealing her bare ass underneath. As her pants touched her ankles, she wiggled her butt for Yena, who stared intently and brought a hand between her thighs.

“Oh, and you better not touch yourself.”

Yena whined loudly, determined to express how badly she needed to cum. Instead of touching herself, she lifted her legs and spread her pussy with both hands. She moaned while stretching herself out, but it wasn’t enough to tip her over the edge. All she could do was watch and wait. For Chaewon.

Chaewon now pulled her fishnets down to her ankles, shaking her ass again to tease Yena. After stepping out of her pants, she walked to the door and bent over, exposing her own wet pussy. She supported herself on one hand and let the other caress her body until it landed on her leaking slit. She then began rubbing between her pink lips, moaning in bliss.

“Ahh~ are you watching me?”

Chaewon glanced over her shoulder to see Yena in a complete puddle. She was dripping all over the floor with her pussy spread wide and her lustful gaze fixed between Chaewon’s open legs. Provoked by Yena’s brazen display, Chaewon inserted two fingers inside her, eliciting a long, breathy moan. Locking eyes with Yena, she brought her other hand to her mouth and played with her lips as she pumped her fingers into her wet vagina.

“Ah- yes- ahhh~ that feels so good.”

Yena, unable to pursue her own pleasure, started playing with her own lips. She continued whining and pleading to Chaewon, hoping to reach her release. Fast.

Chaewon slowly walked back to the needy Yena while fingering herself. As she stood above Yena and her spread pussy, she slipped a third finger inside her and reached deep for her sensitive G-spot. Her moans increased in volume and frequency together with her pleasure. She then bent over to face Yena and pulled down her top, showing off her perky boobs as she masturbated.

“Please, please, please Chaewon. I need to cum right now. Fuck me and make me cum. I can’t wait anymore.”

Who knew Yena could be this desperate? Chaewon bit her lip, smirking at the realization.

“Fine. Only because you’re so cute when you beg.”

Chaewon pulled her fingers out of her dripping slit and made a show out of licking them clean. Yena looked away from Chaewon, embarrassed at how needy she had become.

“Eyes on me.”

Chaewon grazed Yena’s clit with her finger to command her attention. Highly aroused and sensitive, Yena shrieked at her gentle touch. Then, they looked into each other’s eyes.

Both girls knew what they wanted.

Chaewon sat on the floor in front of Yena, forming a scissor position with their legs. She carefully lined up her pussy with Yena’s, shifting herself forward and pulling Yena in until their lips kissed. Both girls sighed deeply on contact, the combined warmth and wetness an overwhelming feeling.

Without warning, Chaewon fucked Yena. Hard.

Yena screamed in ecstasy. All her anticipation fell away as her orgasm rapidly approached.

“YES! Yes, fuck, please– just like that– I-I’m gonna– AH– AHHHHHH!”

Every euphoric pulse of Yena’s pussy walls shot spurts of her essence onto Chaewon. Her back arched and her hips bucked wildly as her body trembled in unadulterated bliss. She bit her lip as her half-open eyes rolled up to the ceiling.

Through all the noise and quaking and juices Yena produced, Chaewon continued thrusting relentlessly. She sought her own pleasure as well as her partner’s. As Yena came down from her climax, Chaewon only pulled her in deeper and fucked her harder. The overstimulation was too much for Yena. Not that Chaewon cared.

“AH! Wait, Ch-Chaewon, no– S-STOP– I’m so-so– sensitive, please– AHH!”

“Ahh~ Y-Yena un-nie, I’m close too– g-gonna cum– ah– AHHHHHHHH!”

“I’m– I’m cumming– cumming– ag– AHHHHHH!”

Both girls screamed as they came, beautiful yet filthy expressions of lustful passion. Their pussy lips tightened around each other, and sprayed their fluids onto their bodies and all over the floor. Even as their bodies trembled, Chaewon did her best to hold Yena in place and ride out their orgasms. Because she wasn’t done.

“Ahh– o-one m-more…”

With all her remaining strength, Chaewon fucked Yena through their shared over-sensitivity. They both shouted from an electrifying mix of pain and pleasure. Even as tears ran down Yena’s face, Chaewon was determined to extend their orgasms, if only for a tiny bit longer. A few more quick, hard thrusts pushed them over that edge one last time.

The two girls drowned in the sensation of euphoric spasms in their limbs and pussies, which were tighter and quicker than the previous times. Their indulgent moans and shrieks echoed in the room, and their combined squirting added to the obscene mess under them.

Exhausted, Chaewon’s shaking hands released Yena’s legs as she sprawled herself across the floor. Yena still twitched with aftershocks of her tremendous orgasm, moaning in between sharp gasps for air.

“Ha… ha… how’s that?”

“I… ha… I missed you… Chaewon.”

Chaewon lifted herself with weak limbs and crawled over Yena. She pecked her cheek once then planted a deeper kiss onto her lips. Chaewon hugged Yena as her body collapsed on top of her.

“I… love you too… unnie.”

Breathless and fucked out of their minds, they fell asleep together without another word. Another good night for two roommates for life.

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plaindangan · 1 year

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Kirumi is big, kirumi is capable, kirumi is strong, and kirumi, while hidding it for a while, is HUGE massive mommy milkers, thick and strong tights and legs that could make her a part of street fighter. And an ass.. that could EASILY crush most of pre-growth himiko.

At one point, tempted, like every girl, in the competition of showing of who as the best bod, she decides to start revealing way more of her true sizes… and it had some.. particular effects on her life~.. she normally hates it when someone is calling her mommy… but when Shuichi humps against her, hearts in his eyes clearly lust struck, and when she can feel how MASSIVE the ultimate femboy is under that pant calling her like that~… she is a titan, yet she might submit to a simple cutie like that~

Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!

Kirumi had hidden her figure for a long while. A maid must never outshine her Master and distracting them from their own duties would a sin it its own right.

But over the weeks...things had begun to change. Perhaps it all started after she was the victor of that twerk off, shaking her ass gracefully in front of...a certain detective. Yes, that has to be the origin.

Afterwards, while she tried to reign herself in...deep down she knew it was impossible. It was so liberating. To finally break out of the confines of her usual dress and just...show off! Breathe! Be her true self!~

So, after much deliberation, she had done it. No longer would she confine her own body! Now...she was going to show it off!~ But...who should be a test for this new her...heh.

"Shuichi? Is something the matter?"

Kirumi was right in front of him. When she visited his office, he was expecting her in usual maid outfit of sorts...s-so....why did she look like this!? To start off, Kirumi was now in black jeans with a gold belt to keep them up and a pair of fur boots to, well, boot!~ Even from just a glance, he could tell how much they were incredibly tight and showed off just how gloriously thicc her thighs were. She could probably crush a skull with ease if she want to!~ But that held nothing compared to her breathtaking ass!~ Shuichi held thoughts about it ever since Kirumi showed off in that twerking competition so seeing it - bouncing and jiggling as Kirumi walked about his agency, knowing it was so incredibly large that she could probably suffocate someone with near ease if she felt like it, going insane knowing it was so soft that Shuichi had to use every ounce of willpower not to sink his hands into - well, it brought up some intense feelings!~

Concerning her top...hoo boy. While Kirumi's usually outfit made herself appear smaller than usual, her new green shirt held no such constraints. It barely reached her midriff, thus exposing her tight, toned stomach!~ But that wasn't the only part it exposed. The shirt had done a poor job of covering up her F-cups and it showed with how much the shirt was straining to keep them from popping up with every bounce. From the cleavage, Shuichi got a good, wonderful, look at her violet bra...and how perky and plump her boobs actually were!~ Combine all of this together and you had a wonderfully sexy woman, that was now walking over to him with such a sly smile on her face.

"Aaaah!" Shuichi squeaked as, when Kirumi was right on top of him, she sat down on his lap, grinding her fat ass all over his crotch. A place which was growing tighter by the second from the lust swelling inside of him.

"My, my, aren't you getting excited?~ Is because of the fact my rump is so close to your...sensitive area, Master? Or..." Turn herself slightly, she crossed her arms under her boobs, as if to taunt Shuichi a bit. "Or is because you now have a better look now of what I was hiding throughout all these years!~ What do you think of them? Of this new look I have?...Of me?" The last part she whispered, leaning closer and closer to Shuichi with a sense of tease...and also of genuine desire of approval. Was this new look something desirable? What did one of the few people she trust think?

...

"M...mommy..." came a soft moan. Something that caught the maid completely off guard. Mommy? Now, normally, Kirumi probably would have been annoyed by such a thing. Not really considering herself a mother just yet. But...well...here's the thing. The one saying it was clearly in a lustful high, looking ever so desperate for her. For her only!~ And, pretty badly too given how much she could feel that long member of his poking at her fat bottom. Maybe...if just this once!

"Heh, alright!~ Why don't you fully show how much you love, Mommy!~" Kissing him on the lips to stun him, Kirumi walked over to his desk and bent over. Seductively, she wiggled her hips as she pulled down both her jeans, but even her lacy purple panties as well. All that was left was her naked, jelly-esque, plump ass that was dying to be plowed!~

"Give it to, Mommy!~ Fuck her won't you, my sweet boy!~ It didn't take long for Shuichi to go about that request! Almost pouncing on Kirumi, he had pulled down his pants and wasted no time in inserting his eight-inch, thick, fuckrod into Kirumi. That wasn't even getting into him reaching around to fondle and grope the milkers her she had so teased him with!~

20 minutes later!~

PLAPPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP!~

"Aaaaaaaaaaah!~ Y-Y-YESSSSSSSSSSSH!! F-FUUUUCK MEEEE!! M-MAKE KIRUMIII INTO A RREAAAAL M-AAAHAMAAAA!~ F-FAAAASTEEER!~ PL-LEAAASE!~ FAAASTER FOR MOMMMYY!~"

What was once graceful turned slutty looking. Kirumi's hair was dishelved, her shirt ripped to shreds and her bra discarded. Thus, her milkers, sleek with sweat, were freed to be played with to Shuichi's content. Being groped and squeezed to his heart's content and Kirumi's delight!~

But her ass remained a prime focus!~ His hips thrusting into her ass, never stopping his absolute fucking of her ass and that tight hole of her's!~ He had already came several times by now, but those heavy balls this emo boy had was still full!~

Such was good for Kirumi!~ Even as her folds had become drenched in sweat and her juices, she was still raring to go!~ Evident by that crooked, absolutely glazed over in ecstasy, smile!~ A maid must always please her Master! She was just glad, even with this new her, she could still do so perfectly!~

#DRtojo-R18 #DRsaihara-R18 #coweade asks #god i loved writing this~

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bedazzlecunt · 8 months

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Do you have any tips on how to look more slutty/dumb/bimbo-y? I feel like despite my best efforts I always end up looking too normie

okay so while i DO have actual tips on how to tweak your look (specifically clothes+makeup) to look more bimbo-esque, i wanna preface this with like two things. 1.) being a bimbo has just as much to do with your vibes/behavior as your fit n face and 2.) you can look like basically anything and still be a bimbo. this got so long so i'm putting it under a readmore

like, just like most ppl in the world, i actually have a wealth of hobbies and i like aesthetics other than the bimbo thing! i'm also very into cottagecore stuff, for example, and while i def have some cottagecore fits that are also very slutty, most of them are not that horny. i have still been identified as a bimbo, even in my house on the prairie ass dresses, because of my behavior. like, someone in jeans and a t-shirt who's giggly and flirty and outgoing and kinda dumb is going to read to other people as a bimbo more than somebody who's dressed like a total slut but is giving off 'stay away from me' vibes. and also like....i keep my hair buzzed and i shave my eyebrows off. i usually only wear makeup/a lot of makeup on the weekends (on the weekdays i'm either bare-faced or i'm just doing brows/mascara/maybe lips). even on days like that, i can still read as a bimbo to others! and to me! cos u can look however u want and be a bimbo as long as u fit the behaviors/etc. the bimboisms must live in ur heart, not just in ur tits. or something

that being said it IS just a lot of fun to dress up like a classic bimbo so i don't fault you! my look today was sooo classic bimbo. generally there's two things that i think are most important, and that's clothes n makeup. you can transform a pretty normie outfit to being totally bimbo-y with the right makeup, and you can make lowkey makeup look more bimboy with the right outfit. but! u can also just amp both up!

there are lotsa 'bimbo' makeup looks nowadays i think. there's the classic bright lips and blue eyeshadow thing, but nowadays i mostly see a more e-girl style kawaii sorta deal, which is what i prefer. this is also super variable! i find that you can do whatever you want with your eyes as long as your lashes and/or eyeliner are big n dramatic, but you GOTTA have overdrawn lips. bonus points if they're in a bright colour and glossed! a lotta the time when i wanna go bimbocore i forgot eyeshadow at all and just draw on a big wing, wear falsies, and overdraw my lips and its all good.

as for FITS. obviously the pink is a classic but i don't think it needs to be binding. you can be a goth bimbo if u want. when i;m trying to craft a bimbo-esque outfit, i usually try to expose at least 2 of the following body parts:

cleavage

underboob

midriff

ass (as in, what you could see under very short shorts or a miniskirt)

upper thigh

obviously this isn't a hard and fast rule, and you can construct an outfit that covers all of this and still look very slutty — a super-tight dress, for example — but it's a good start! so like, a miniskirt and crop top looks great cos you're exposing thigh, midriff and maybe even a lil ass! a minidress that shows off your cleavage, etc! obviously the weather can complicate this, but even in the winter i try to hit at least one of these.

and, obvi, there are other things you can do — i love wearing a blond wig when i wanna really commit to the vibes — but the right makeup, fit, and especially behavior will take you like sooooo far. and you can mix and match! makeup and vibes in a normal fit? still great! no makeup but you're still giggly and silly, go for it!

#Anonymous #wren speaking!#this was initially so much longer i cut off so much babbling dfskhjldfgd

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sgstories123 · 2 years

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Birthday Present Brenda

Brenda’s phone vibrated, indicating a new WhatsApp message from her friend, Kay.

“My friend is having a birthday party at a club in Orchard. You want to come?”

Brenda met Kay about a week ago in a club. He was cute and fun to talk to. He invited her to his house and they ended fucking till morning. He had called her out almost everyday since then to drink at some place or other. Every time they finished their drinks, they ended up in bed.

“Sure. Meet you later.” She texted back without hesitation. She was looking forward to another fun night of drinking and sex. She took off her clothes and looked at her naked figure in her mirror. Brenda was a little on the plump side but it complemented her E-cup boobs well. She managed to maintain her curves as her waistline was smaller than both her bustling and hips. Guys love to grab her waist and sink their faces into her breasts, smacking her ass.

She picked up a purple lacy bra and matching panties. She tried them on and looked at herself in the mirror again. This looks good, she smiled to herself. She then picked a small purple tube top, forcing her large breasts in them. The tube top made her breasts protrude out even more than usual, exposing most of her cleavage. She put on a pair of tiny denim shorts, exposing the bottom curves of her butt. Her midriff was exposed, showing the curves of her waist and her silver, navel stud. Pleased with her looks, she picked up her handbag and left her house to meet Kay.

Hours later, they arrived at the club. Loud music was playing and there were many people dancing and drinking. Brenda was pleased that several men stopped paying attention to their girlfriends or whatever they were doing to look at her. One of the men grabbed her ass. Brenda looked around and told Kay. But the music was too loud and Kay did not seem to hear her. Kay seemed focus in guiding her through the crowd to the end of the club, pulling her away. There were private rooms here and Kay knocked on the door to one of the rooms. “Kay! You are here!” A young slender woman with short bob haircut opened the door, welcoming them in. Once the door closed, the loud noise outside became muffled. Two other guys and another woman with long hair were in the room. The party seems to have started as several bottles of wine were already half empty and there were a few empty, crushed beer cans. There were several plates of half-finished finger food as well. One of the guys was singing on the karaoke machine. He had taken off his shirt and Brenda could see that he has a muscular body with clearly defined abs. The other guy was sitting on the couch with his hands around the long-haired woman on his left. The woman seems a little drunk as she held her can of beer unsteadily with one hand while the other was stroking the man’s thigh.

“Happy Birthday, Ron!” Kay greeted the man on the couch before slipping down on the other end of the couch. “This is Brenda, the girl I was telling you about.”

“Welcome Brenda to my birthday party. Here, help yourself to the drinks.” Ron smiled at Brenda, looking at her appreciably. He could not keep his eyes off those large melons of Brenda’s.

The lady who opened the door for them motioned for Brenda to sit next to Ron on his right. “You must sit next to the birthday boy. Here, give him a toast.” The lady thrust a glass onto Brenda’s hands.

“Happy Birthday!” Brenda smiled at Ron, gulping down the drink. It was vodka, good strong stuff. Brenda regretted downing it so quickly. She should have gone slow with something less strong. She might get drunk early. She turned to look at Kay. He was already laughing and drinking with the short hair lady. She caught Kay calling her Stella and it seemed that they know each other quite well.

“Jealous?” Ron smiled at her. “Don’t be. Stella is Kay’s fuck buddy. They are not serious about each other but liked each other’s company. Here, drink some more. Plenty to go around.”

Brenda forced herself to look away from Kay and drank down another glass. Fuck! It was another strong drink. She could feel it burning in her throat. She picked up a can of beer and drown it down to cool it off.

“Hey, how about a kiss for the birthday boy?” Ron smiled at Brenda.

Brenda looked at Ron. He is not as cute as Kay but not ugly either. She hesitated and looked at Kay again. This time, Kay was looking at her with a mischievous smile.

“Yeah, I forgot to get Ron a birthday present. How about you be his birthday present?”

“No, I am his birthday present.” The long-haired woman on Ron’s left seemed to have suddenly woke up from her drunken stupor. She held Ron’s face and forced a kiss on him. At this time, the muscular guy stopped his singing and laughed. He grabbed the long-haired woman and pushed her on the couch, forcing a kiss on her.

“Crazy bitch! Stop throwing yourself at Ron. If you want a fuck, fuck me.” The guy laughed again. He lifted up her skirt and pulled down her panties. Without a moment’s hesitation, he unbuckled his jeans and pulled out his cock. He spit on his hands and rub the spit all over his cock. With one hand, he held Kate’s legs apart and with the other, he guided his cock into her cunt. Even with his spit as lubricant, it was still too dry to enter fully. He entered slowly, enjoying the tight, dry cunt walls wrapping on his cock. Kate groaned in pleasure, growing louder with each inch of the cock in her.

“Fuck me. Oh, this is so good. Fuck me harder.” Kate screamed.

The muscular guy laughed. “Just forget about Ron already, Kate. He already told you a hundred times he is not interested in you.”

Kate did not respond but simply moaned in pleasure as the muscular guy started pumping her. With each stroke, Kate moaned n unison.

“Kate likes me but I am not interested in her. Don’t be jealous, okay?” Ron whispered in Brenda’s ear. “Kate is silly. She should love Rock instead. He has always been interested in her. And anyway, she always enjoyed fucking Rock.”

Ron stroked Brenda’s hair, staring at her ample cleavage. “So, how about the birthday kiss?” Ron persisted.

Brenda was already feeling horny from the loud fucking that Rock and Kate were engaged in. She leaned over and gave Ron a quick peck on his cheeks. She turned around guiltily to look at Kay. But Kay was busy kissing Stella who was sitting astride him. His hands were up her skirt, groping her ass.

“How about showing me that big tits of yours?” Ron asked. Brenda was a little pissed and decide to go all the way with Ron. No point being bothered with a guy who is not paying attention to you. She lifted her tube top, exposing her breasts clad in her purple bra.

“Wow. Those are huge. Nice ne-ne.” Ron smiled, his eye fixated on her breasts. He squeezed them hard, burrowing his head between them, taking in the sweet smell. Expertly, he unclasped the bra, exposing them in entirety. Brenda’s breast plopped out onto Ron’s heads.

“Ooh. These are heavy melons.” Ron squeezed her nipples with his fingers and licked them till they became hard and swollen. Brenda was enjoying this, moaning softly.

Ron pulled down his pants, revealing his hard cock.

“Suck it.” He commanded. Brendon lowered her head onto his cock, sucking it. Ron moaned softly. “Good girl. How about a breast fuck on those ne-ne of yours?”

Brenda knelt in front of Ron, sandwiching his cock between her breast. She squeezed them tightly on his cock and forced his cock to traverse between them. Whenever the head of his cock appeared from her breast, she will give it a quick peck or a lick.

Ron could not divert his gaze from the sight of his cock between those massive breasts. He stroked Brenda’s hair as he enjoyed the breast fuck. He could feel his orgasm building. Reluctantly, he stood up and got Brenda to bend over the couch. Removing her shorts and panties, he fucked her from behind.

Brenda was already wet and Ron’s cock slid in easily. With each thrust, Brenda moaned in pleasure. At this point, she turned around and saw that Rock and Kate had assumed the same position. Rock was also fucking Kate in doggy style. Rock gave Brenda a wink and because they were so close to each other, he leaned over and gave her a squeeze on her breasts.

On her other size, Brenda saw that Stella is now riding Kay, reverse cowgirl style. She was bobbing up and down on Kay’s cock, with Kay grabbing her breasts from behind and kissing her neck.

The three pairs of couples were fucking in unison and the room was filled with moans. Rock came first, groaning loudly over several final thrusts. By now, Rock has turned Kate over on her back and he was fucking her with her legs raised over his shoulders. Kate seems to drunk and just lay on her back as Rock ejaculated in her. Satisfied, Rock gave Brenda a smile and a thumbs-up. He withdrew his cock and Brenda could see that it was still hard. With sweat glistening off his body, he looked like some Greek god with his perfect sculptured body.

At this moment, Ron grunted and came in Brenda, still in doggy position. He withdrew and Brenda could feel his sperm slowly leaking out of her cunt. She had already orgasmed several times and was grateful that she can now rest for a while. Her cunt already felt sore from the prolonged pounding of Ron’s cock. But she was wrong. Rock had come over and turned her over on her back. He gave her a kiss on her lips, his tongue invading her mouth. His hands squeezed her breasts. Brenda could not help herself but release another moan of pleasure. Rock took that as a sign of encouragement. Lifting her legs above his shoulders, he fucked her in the same position as Kate only moments ago.

Brenda was enjoying the new cock in her cunt when she felt another cock brushing her face. At first she thought it was Ron’s but no, it was Kay’s. He must have already cummed in Stella as she could smell his cum on his cock. She gulped down his cock greedily.

Rock laughed again as the two man fucked Brenda. It did not take long before Rock ejaculated into Brenda, flooding her cunt with sperm again. Kay followed almost immediately, jerking his sperm all over Brenda’s breasts. Brenda lost count of the times that she has orgasmed. She tried to sit up and catch her breath.

Ron hug her from behind, giving her breasts another squeeze. “I have a birthday party next week. Want to come? This time, I am not asking Kay. Just you.”

Brenda looked at Ron. “Wasn’t this your birthday party? How many birthday parties do you have?”

Ron smiled. “When a big ne-ne girl is the birthday present, everyday is my birthday.”

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webofpassione · 3 years

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Attention-Grabbing

Mista x Reader

Content Warnings: NSFW Content, AFAB Reader, Mild Verbal Harassment (Not From Bucci-Gang), References to Polygamy

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When you’d looked at yourself in the mirror before leaving, you knew the night was going to be a fun one.

Tight pants, a low-cut top, and dark lipstick to make your every movement drip with desire. Your job was to be a distraction – one that you were embracing with ease. Nobody would be keeping their eyes off you that night.

You had told Bucciarati that at some point, you’d be able to help the group, and you were never happier than to be right. It wasn’t like you were going to be killed for flirting with some random guy and keeping him busy. Nobody would even suspect you had ulterior motives in a club like this one.

You arrived alone, swaying your hips as you passed the bouncer and giving him a coy smile. He returned it by inclining his head toward the entrance. No stopping needed.

It was better lit than you expected. Lights pulsated across red booths with patrons shrouded in shadows talking. The bar was central and you made your way to it, smirking when eyes followed every click of your heels.

A familiar form joined you not too long after, taking the seat beside you with a grin.

Mista’s outfit wasn’t too different to his regular look. His midriff remained bared but he had donned a darker fabric, blending in with the rest of the patrons. Your eyes drifted over his waistline, appreciating how low it went. His gun must have been hidden somewhere else because you didn’t spot it in your moderate ogling.

“You’re meant to be watching our guy,” Mista said though he failed to keep the smirk from his voice.

You sighed dramatically, calling the bartender over with a small wave. “How boring,” you mused. “When I have something far more interesting right here… you’re expecting me to resist when you’re looking like that?”

Mista scoffed, turning his gaze onto you. “You’re complaining? Have you seen how you look tonight?”

You got your drink and smirked. “I have,” you said. “These pants really suit my ass, don’t they?” You didn’t wait for an answer, standing and making your way towards the only man who could possibly be your mark.

It was far too easy to keep him distracted.

He was a few drinks in and way more interested in your exposed cleavage than whatever his companions had to say. They too found you disarming, all preening at your wide-eyed expression when they mentioned sharing ownership of the club. You found them tediously simple to entertain.

They made up a pretty girl discount soon after you joined them, instructing the bartender to keep your drinks coming. Your earlier request to keep all your drinks non-alcoholic saved you the pretence of not having anything more.

The main guy – you couldn’t remember his name – eventually slid closer. He brushed his fingers along your waist and you moved away a little too quickly.

“What kind of a girl do you take me for?” you teased, forcing yourself to remain playful even if his touch made you want to shower.

He chuckled, finding humour in your reaction. “One who can appreciate a good opportunity to pay off her tab,” he commented.

You ground your teeth a little at the comment. In a normal situation, you wouldn’t have continued speaking to anybody after such a remark. The problem remained that you hadn’t received an indication that the rest of the group had found anything in the back areas of the club. Without that signal, you had to keep him busy.

Running a finger along the edge of your glass, you stared up at him through your lashes. “I never mind saving some cash,” you hummed. “But it surely can’t be that much, especially with that discount you mentioned.”

The last comment was a dig – you couldn’t help yourself but you guessed they wouldn’t pick up on it. They didn’t mention it. Instead, he beckoned you over with one finger as if you were a dog. “Why don’t you take a seat?” he offered, gesturing to his thigh.

You settled further onto your chair, not biting. “I already have one,” you said.

A flash of irritation crossed his expression. This wasn’t a man used to not getting what he wanted and, with your teasing, he was expectant.

You cursed at yourself for that. It was a good job – his focus was entirely on you and you had kept him at the bar for well over an hour longer than you were meant to – but now you were starting to worry about your own safety. Leaving with a known drug-dealer wasn’t exactly part of your plan.

“One of the worst things in this life is a woman who’ll show her tits for a drink but not go all the way,” he said. “If you’re going to be a slut, do it properly.”

There must have been panic in your expression because he moved as though to stand when one of his men leaned down and whispered something in his ear. Immediately, he was on his feet, cursing and marching off toward the back.

Your heart stuttered and you made to call out to him when a high-pitched voice spoke. “Time to go,” Number Six whispered to you. “They caused a distraction.”

Smirking, you slid from your stool and passed the bartender more than enough to cover your bill (ignoring the fake discount offered). The vague threats were pushed from your mind in your triumph.

Number Six hid in your hair as you exited the club, the cool air fresh against your clammy skin. The club had been hotter than you realised.

Mista emerged not too long after and Number Six immediately returned to him.

“That went well,” you said, starting to walk toward where you knew the car would be parked.

To make sure you weren’t suspected, you had to make your way to the club with public transport but now it was too late for you to safely return home in the same way. Bucciarati wasn’t one to leave loose ends on a plan though and you even had a spare set of car keys in case you were separated from Mista.

“We wanted to shoot that guy but Mista said no,” Number Three very suddenly shouted. “I think we should have.”

You laughed. “No, it was good that you didn’t.”

“He was rude to you,” Number Five pointed out, much softer than any of the others. He sat on Mista’s shoulder, staring at you with saddened eyes.

“It wasn’t that bad,” you mentioned.

The car was parked on one of the back streets, leaving it the only vehicle there. Most of the streetlights weren’t working. By the time you turned the corner, the Pistols had been shooed away and Mista was dominating your attention with a kiss.

Your back hit the brick wall and you groaned, sliding your hands under his sweater. The toned muscle beneath was sticky and damp.

He picked you up without warning, wrapping your legs around his waist and pushing you even harder against the wall. His kiss was harsh, leaving your lips swollen and bruised. You moaned when his tongue slipped into your mouth, forceful in the best way.

“Mista,” you said when you finally parted for air. He pressed his forehead to yours, eyes dark and breathing heavy. “Let’s get to the car at least.”

There was a teasing in how he connected your lips as he lowered you back to the ground. Neither of you seemed willing to part for long enough to walk so you half stumbled to the car with roaming hands and searing kisses interrupting every step.

You found yourself pinned to the car door before you could retrieve the keys from your bag. A soft moan escaped you as Mista began sucking a dark mark onto your exposed cleavage.

You fumbled for the key and pulled open the back door. Both of you fell into the backseat; your shirt already off before Mista even remembered to close the door after you. You pulled his sweater and hat off, pressing your body as tightly to his as you could as you kissed him deeply.

His hands drifted to your waistline, fingers slipping beneath it before he stopped and broke the kiss. “Are you alright with this?” he panted. “It’s kind of not romantic.”

“You can make it up to me some other time,” you said, grinding up into him as best you could in the tight space.

After a little readjusting, you both managed to shed what was left of your clothing. Mista’s gun had been in his boot and you just about had a heart attack when you heard it hit the car floor, ammunition tinkling around as it went.

Mista tried to capture your wrists above your head but it bumped your elbow against the door. You tried to shift further down but that nearly threw you both off balance and you almost fell.

Eventually, he just leaned forward until your noses were pressed together and you both laughed at the absurdity of it.

“This isn’t working,” he sighed, bringing one hand up to brush the hair away from your face.

It was so dark that you couldn’t make him out properly. You shared a deep and slow kiss, his hand caressing your stomach and slowly making its way lower. He circled your clit with one finger, slipping between your folds every so often.

You lifted your hips to try and get more friction but he kept up his teasing.

“A different position would work better,” you said, resigning yourself to the light touch though the wetness between your thighs demanded more. “What do you think?”

Mista pushed forward, an unmistakable hardness pressing against your stomach. “How flexible are you, bellezza?”

With your legs over his shoulders, Mista slipped two fingers into you, groaning at the slickness of your core. You tried to keep your composure but the little sounds were unstoppable. It wasn’t long before you were demanding more.

“Guido,” you urged. “Fuck me already.”

He didn’t need more encouragement than that. Pushing your legs a little further, he positioned himself at your entrance and sunk in with a single movement that had you both moaning loudly. You dug your nails into your own thighs, having nowhere else to hold. His grip on your leg was going to bruise and you couldn’t have been happier about it.

When he started moving, you let out a fluttering gasp and allowed your head to fall back. The grunts he made went straight to your center, fuelling the flame that was already there.

The air was sticky and hot, filling the car with the undeniable smell of sex. You could feel the heat against your skin. It clung to you like a blanket as you tried to move in time to Mista’s thrusts.

You found yourself wishing you could see his face. It was sure to be a picture. His flushed expression clouded with desire… the imagined image alone was enough to bring you closer to the edge.

“Fuck,” you hissed, trying your hardest to pull him closer. “Please.” You didn’t know what you were begging for but it worked.

Mista groaned, increasing the pace. His thrusts had you uttering his name like a chant, pleading for a release that hovered just beyond your reach.

Your back arched as best as it could. Whimpers escaped as every movement hit a spot inside of you that sent sharp shocks through your body. The angle had his cock brushing against the deepest parts of your center.

He moaned loudly – the sound amplified in the darkness. You whined, asking for more of anything.

The pressure was quickly building and you whispered a warning. Mista brought his hand to your clit, rolling it under his thumb.

Your orgasm hit you like a wave. Your vision became spotty with pleasure as your every nerve sang a symphony. Mista didn’t take much longer, following you with sporadic thrusts and a moan of your name. Warmth spread through your lower body and you shifted your trembling legs off his shoulders so you could kiss him slowly.

He moved a little back but you locked your legs around his waist, relishing in the afterglow for as long as you could.

“That was fun,” you breathed. “Perhaps next time we should choose a spot with some more space though.”

He chuckled. “Can’t make any promises if you’re wearing those pants again.”

You smirked, a wicked glint in your eye. “I have to put them back on for the drive home… do you think we can get to at least one of the bedrooms?”

“I doubt it, tesora.”

#jjba x reader #mista x reader #guido mista

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bestiesenpai · 3 years

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Adventures in babysitting - Nanami Kento

Everyone say it with me now: Fucking! The! Babysitter! Femme reader, 3K words

Content warnings: noncon that turns dubcon, cheating, age gap(imagine nanami to be mid forties, 45 preferably), uhm there’s fingers in your mouth in case you’re not into that lol

Nanami was at his wits end with you. One day after another you continued to test his patience and you didn’t even know it. It was becoming so hard to even look you in the eyes let alone be in the same room as you.

Having feelings for the babysitter wasn’t something he should have, he knew this, but at this age Nanami wasn’t one to deny himself the things he truly so desired. The way you pranced around in shorts much too short to be worn around his family, your silly little summer tops bustling in the wind and exposing your midriff, even the way you ate ice cream could be deemed inappropriate.

“Papa, (Y/N)’s here!” His young son shouted one sweltering summer afternoon, breaking Nanami from his daydream of you and bringing him into the present where you were being escorted into his house by his wife.

Standing there in a pair of those little shorts and a tank top that showed a cleavage, skin probably smelling of freshly applied sunscreen and hot to the touch from the sun, it made Nanami’s pants tighten. Coming to stand next to the woman he married, his eyes were still drawn to you.

The words you were saying went in one ear and out the other. You might as well have been speaking another language, Nanami wasn’t following along at all. He was busy tracing the outline of your body, unsullied by the hands of time like he was.

“Bye mama!” Hugging his mother tightly, Nanami’s son pounced on him next. “Bye papa!”

“Have fun you two!” Nanami’s wife spoke for the both of them as you walked off, back to your car with his child.

Hours passed and Nanami still found himself thinking of you, even as he and his wife had sex in your absence. Cupping her ass, he thought of what it would feel like to slip his hands down your shorts and feel yours. As he kissed her, he closed his eyes and pretended it was your mouth his tongue was in. Pulling out and cumming on her cunt, he only wished it was you beneath him, then he would never pull out.

“We’re back!” When you made your return as the sun set, Nanami found it so convenient that his wife had gone down the street to talk to a neighbor.

“Mama’s across the street with the neighbor girl, why don’t you go say hi to them? Tell them all about the movie you saw?” Nanami asked while you had excused yourself to the bathroom.

Turning around and fixing his collar, Nanami smirked as the screen door slammed closed. Walking straight to the guest bathroom, there was no hesitation in his stride, throwing open the door with confidence.

“S-sir!” You’d clearly just finished using the toilet, yanking your shorts back up over your hips as the toilet lid slammed closed. Nanami didn’t say a word as he stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, clicking the lock into place.

“Did you have fun today? At the movies with my son.” His voice was low, calm and cool despite the nerves tingling just under his skin.

“Yes.” Answering him slowly, your hands splayed out to try and cover your front. For some reason, you couldn’t find it in you to do up the button on your shorts, but you still had half a mind to try and appear decent.

“I bet you got a lot of stares.” That statement had your head tilting in confusion and Nanami chuckled. “A sweet young girl like you is sure to attract attention. Why, I bet people thought he was your little brother and not my kid.”

“E-excuse me sir, but-” Surely this conversation could be had outside the bathroom, and you tried to reach around Nanami to open the door.

“I’m not finished.” Snatching you by the waist, Nanami pressed you against the sink counter and stared at you through the mirror, letting his eyes rake more obviously over your figure. “Yes, I know for sure you got stares.”

“Sir!” Gripping the edge of the counter, you were helpless to stop Nanami as he ground his hardening cock over your ass, his fingers making it harder to breath as they trickled up to clutch at your ribs.

Pressing his nose into the side of your neck, Nanami closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath. You smelled exactly like the sunscreen he thought you would and the heat from the summer sun still lingered on your body, warming his lips as he kissed you.

“Please let go, this isn’t- isn’t appropriate.” Wriggling in his hold, you clawed at his fingers to let you go. Despite the wear and tear years of fighting curses had brought onto his body, Nanami was still just as strong as when he was younger.

“What would a girl like you know about what’s appropriate? Prancing around my house in those shorts with your ass hanging out.” Wrapping one arm completely around your waist, Nanami snuck his other hand down your shorts, pushing the loose fabric down until it pooled at your ankles and he was able to grab onto your ass.

Keeping his eyes closed, Nanami rubbed and grabbed your ass to his heart’s content. He often stayed up at night agonizing about you and now he was finally getting what he wanted. Pushing your panties down your legs as well, his middle finger dipped between the curve of your ass and grazed your slit.

“Let me go!” Your voice had risen to a scream, desperately hopeful someone else was in the house and would hear your cries. Nanami let silence fall over the two of you, his middle finger lazily circling your cunt and making your thighs twitch against your will.

“Scream and shout all you want, it’s just me and you here.” Opening his eyes to look at you, Nanami sighs when he sees the tears streaming down your face. “Why’re you crying?”

“I don’t- this, please-”

“Sshhh…” Silencing your babbles, Nanami brought his hand to the front of your body, middle finger pressing firmly on your clit. “I know what you need, so just relax and be a good girl.” Flicking his finger, he smirked as you gasped loudly, one hand flying from the counter to grip onto his shirt sleeve.

Locked in a stare, Nanami watched your mouth hang open in shock as he massaged your clit, bringing in two more fingers and making bigger circles. There was slick building between your legs, gradually making his fingers glide easier over your swollen bud. Nudging your legs open a little further, Nanami slid his fingers down to your entrance.

“I’ll go slow for you.” He whispered gently into your ear. Prodding with one finger, he worked the long digit into your cunt, groaning at the way your walls clamped down tightly around it.

Keeping his thumb on your clit, Nanami pumped his finger in and out, kissing up and down your neck as he went. Slowly, your open mouth closed and your lip was caught between your teeth to keep small whimpers of pleasure at bay.

Adding in a second finger, Nanami had you fully rocking back and forth on his fingers, an orgasm that you didn’t want beginning to build between your legs. The slow, gradual pleasure that had built up was blurring the lines of what was right and what was wrong, the fact that this man was your married boss didn’t really matter any more.

Grinding onto his hand, you came with an embarrassed yelp and squeezed Nanami’s hand tightly with your legs. His thumb moved faster as your walls spasmed around his fingers, wanting - and getting - you to whine and moan loudly.

“Sir!” Stamping your feet as the pleasure reached a near painful peak, you forced your legs to relax and let Nanami go. Slipping his fingers out of your cunt, he circled your clit a few times before pulling away.

Grabbing your head with his clean hand, Nanami turned you to kiss him over your shoulder. The angle was awkward and a bit of a strain, but Nanami slid his tongue into your mouth with ease, quickly tracing along your mouth and committing it to memory.

The clanking of his belt buckle brought you back to what was happening outside of the dizzying kiss. The warmth from Nanami’s hard cock was no longer trapped behind a layer of fabric, it was right against your skin and nuzzling between your ass cheeks.

Breaking the kiss, you looked down at his cock. Just like the hair on his head, the trim patch of hair above his cock was starting to gray with a few streaks running alongside blond. Taking your hand from his sleeve, Nanami wrapped your fingers around his cock.

“Look what you’ve done to this old man.” He chuckled, moving your fingers up and down his shaft. A few beads of precum dripped out, coating the outside of your hand and leaving shiny strands of gossamer fluid connecting you to him.

Letting go of your hand to kiss you again, Namai was pleased that you kept stroking him on your own. You were even daring enough to smear more of his precum against the palm of your hand and use it for added lubrication. Going down to his balls, the feather light touches you gave them with the tips of your fingers made a short high pitched moan leave Nanami’s throat.

“Enough playing.” Grunting to cover up the unexpected noise, Nanami turned you back to face the sink and smoothed his hand down your back, pushing you to bend over the sink. Grabbing the base of his cock, Nanami guided himself into your cunt, shuddering deeply at the warmth enveloping him.

Putting his chest flush with your back, Nanami rested his forehead against your shoulder and caught his breath. Fucking you was something that was on his mind constantly, especially when he had sex with his wife. To finally feel the tight velvety walls of your cunt clamp down around his cock, it almost made him cum.

“Ha, not as young as I used to be.” A bittersweet sigh left his lips as he regained his self control and stood up a little straighter. Pushing his once perfectly styled hair out of his eyes, Nanami snaked a hand up your shirt and tugged your bra down enough to cup your breast and mold the flesh between his fingertips. “How do you feel?”

“Sir I-”

“Say my name.” Nanami cut you off swiftly, rolling your nipple in his fingers as he did. “Call me Kento when we’re alone.” Swallowing around the lump in your throat, you nodded and looked him in the eyes through the mirror.

“K-kento…” You say his name slowly, letting it roll and drip down the tip of your tongue, “I feel so full.” Your answer makes Nanami's head fall back, a wave of pride stroking his ego and bolstering his confidence.

It wasn’t like him to lack any in his day to day life, going about his business and doing what he had to do. But over the years, with an aging and changing body, Nanami had begun to wonder deep down inside if he was becoming less of the man he used to be in his 20’s.

“That’s what I love to hear.” But you’d brought it back for him tenfold. You, the babysitter that he shouldn’t be doing any of this with yet fantasized about every day. Giving an appreciative roll of his hips, Nanami smiled at you.

“Now, let me take care of you.” Hunching over your body once more, Nanami pulled his cock out slowly, teasing you with the leisurely drag of his cock before snapping his hips forward and making the first of many loud moans fall from your lips.

Massaging your breast in time with his thrusts, Nanami made sure your ass stayed flush with him as he fucked you. He wanted to drag this out for as long as possible and that meant shallowly humping your cunt like a pathetic teenager.

His lips never strayed far from your neck and he kissed down your back as well, careful not to leave any marks you’d have a hard time explaining to his wife. Instead of leaving the marks of his teeth he left large wet kisses all along your exposed skin.

“Kento, faster!” You sobbed, growing increasingly impatient for him to move. While the lazy thrusts had your legs trembling they weren’t enough to get you to cum.

“So cute when you whine.” Nanami hummed and he could feel himself getting wrapped around your finger. He didn’t have the heart to even think of denying you what you wanted and he stood up, giving you more room to breathe, but only for a moment.

Dropping both hands to your hips, Nanami properly thrust forward and the slap of your ass against his skin could be heard well outside the bathroom. A hunger to have you cum on his cock washed over him and his fingers dropped down to your clit once again.

“Fuck, Kento-” You cried, knees threatening to buckle and give out on you from the sudden pleasure. Wrapping an arm around your hips, Nanami kept you upright as he pounded into you.

Nanami could feel his own orgasm approaching quickly the longer he went. The slick gushing out of you was making it far too easy to pump you full of his cock, your essence dripping down his balls and coating his thighs.

“Papa?” The sudden curious voice of his son had Nanami stuttering to a halt and both your pounding hearts beat even harder. Falling completely silent, you waited for a knock at the door or any other indication the child had heard you two.

Pattering little feet against hardwood were the only things heard in the house, muffled only slightly by your heavy breathing. Listening intently, the footsteps drifted away from the lounge room and up the stairs.

“Keep quiet for me.” Nanami whispered as he began to pump his cock again, this time going as slow as he was before. He kept his fingers on your clit and rubbed tight circles, exhaling sharply through his nose as you whined.

Slapping a hand over your mouth as his son's feet thumped against the stairs once more, Nanami’s brows shot up when you opened your mouth and took his fingers in, flattening them against the curve of your tongue and sucking on them.

Nanami wanted to snarl at the seductive look you cast him in the mirror, your lips wrapped tightly around his fingers and your head slightly bobbing up and down as if it were his cock you were sucking.

When the sound of the front door slamming closed again met his ears, Nanami resumed the vigorous pace he had set previously. Keeping his fingers in your mouth, he snapped his hips forward and pushed the worries of cumming too early to the side.

“Be good and cum for me, naughty girl.” Gliding his fingers along your tongue, Nanami pried your mouth open and grabbed the tip of your tongue, pulling it out from your mouth and making drool drip down your chin. “Messy little thing, aren’t you?” Letting go of your tongue, he smeared your saliva all over your cheeks.

Pushing your ass back against Nanami, your moans reached a crashing crescendo and your knees knocked together. Nanami rubbed your clit furiously as you came, not stopping his thrusts until he was cumming deep inside you and filling you up with the hot, sticky fluid.

“Kento, Kento-” You cried, gripping the counter for dear life. It was a struggle to stay upright and even more of one to remember to breathe properly as your orgasm washed over you. Nanami hadn’t made it any easier, fucking the both of you into overstimulation.

“Good girl, what a good girl for me.” His voice was long gone, wispy and distant as he came down from his high. Keeping his cock snugly inside you he took his fingers off your clit, giving you some reprieve. Bringing them up to his mouth, he sucked on them loudly and licked all of your release off.

Your upper body collapsed against the counter, chest heaving painfully as you struggled for breath. Nanami kept your hips up as he pulled out, spreading your asscheeks apart to watch his seed begin to drip out of you. Letting out a low whistle, he thumbed your clit one last time before leaning over and grabbing some toilet paper, gingerly cleaning you up as you came down.

Once everything was back in order, your clothes fixed and lips thoroughly kissed just one last time, Nanami slowly opened the door. He hadn’t heard the front door open, the voices of his family weren’t resounding through the house. The coast was clear.

“Here’s payment for today.” Just as promised when you planned this outing with his child, Nanami handed you an envelope with your money inside.

“Thank you, sir.” You said quietly, quickly backtracking when Nanami quirked a brow at you. “I mean Kento.”

“That’s better.” Patting you on the back, Nanami pressed a sneaky kiss to your forehead before stepping back and opening the front door for you. “I hope you know this wasn’t a one time thing.”

Unable to answer, you giggle and smile shyly back at him. The gentle smile on his face has a certain flutter coming to your stomach; Nanami has given you special attention, one that you know for sure he isn’t giving to anyone else.

“Get home safe, (Y/N).” He says softly, giving a curt wave of his hand as you walked out of the house and to your car, your panties safely tucked inside his front pocket.

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ddarker-dreams · 3 years

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Saturnine. Yan Chrollo x Reader [SMUT]

Tags/warnings: Dubcon, oral sex, creampie, my brain melting, condescending ???, Chrollo always has smth to say Word count: 2.2k. Note: it is finally done .

When gazing into the mirror, it should be easy to recognize the reflection staring back as your own. It’s the sight you’ve seen your entire life. Maybe the light in your eyes is less noticeable and your smiles no longer appear genuine, but in the end, it still physically bears your image.

You shiver at the chilly air kissing your bare skin, goosebumps erupting at the lack of clothing. Thin fabric clings tightly around your body, sheer and intricate in its lace design, yet astonishingly soft to the touch. It accentuates the swell of your chest, the black as midnight fabric stopping just shy above your midriff. A matching thong connects to sheer thigh highs through a garter belt to complete the set. Never in your life can you recall wearing such a lascivious outfit. Nor did you think you’d ever wear one for him.

Covering your exposed cleavage with your arms, you lower your head, fingernails pressing so harshly against your skin that it hurts. The pain serves to ground you in reality, proof that this is happening and not a dream.

“Did I… do this right?” You murmur, not used to how Chrollo is wordlessly assessing your trembling figure. Normally the air is full of conversation, equal parts rigid and provocative, a verbal game you’ve been forced to navigate. You still prefer the mind games over this maddening silence. You’re convinced he can hear the way your heart pounds viciously as if it was attempting to free itself from your body altogether, the current stress it’s under too much to withstand.

Chrollo moves a step closer and you take a deep, shaky breath. Grey eyes rake over your body, like a predator monitoring its prey, inspecting every inch of you. He spreads his fingers against your stomach, coarse fingers gliding over your skin, gradually moving upwards.

“Mm. You did perfectly.” His voice is rich and husky against your ear, spoken lowly so that only you may hear it. When his fingers reach their intended target, he cups your chest and lays his head on your shoulder. You watch his actions in the reflection of the mirror, glossy lips parting but no words managing to form on your tongue. Emotions swirl within you like an unrelenting vortex. Repulsion. Frustration. Shame. That it came to this, lowering yourself to a level you never wanted to be reduced to.

While you ruminate in your misery, Chrollo presses featherlight kisses from the crook of your neck to your jaw. His lips are soft and well taken care of, curling into a smile at how your pulse quickens. There are numerous mysterious surrounding Chrollo, but you do not doubt that he’s enjoying himself now. Your attention is brought back to his hands on your chest and how he kneads them. A blush ignites when you feel something hard press brush your ass, already guessing what it is.

“S-so you’re going to,” you struggle to get out, releasing a gasp when he suddenly pinches your nipple, “Keep… keep your promise, right?”

The clarification is for your peace of mind. An internal justification is necessary to continue with this illicit act, doubts plaguing your mind. You feel his chest rumble against your back, a deep chuckle leaving him. Regret comes swiftly, knowing that anytime you speak to Chrollo his responses sting deep, piercing your skin and festering.

One of his hands comes to your jaw, tilting your head back to look at him. The proximity has your eyes wide as a doe, his warm breath fanning against your face, dark tresses of hair tickling your face. His grip is tight but not painful. A not so subtle reminder of the Phantom Troupe leader’s innate strength, that goes beyond any measurement your mind could conjure up. Your squeeze your eyes shut when he leans forward, pressing a chaste kiss to the edge of your lips.

“What if I don’t?” Chrollo’s question has you frowning, eyelids fluttering open so you can shoot him a glare. He stares back unfazed, amusement visible from his closed mouth smile and relaxed posture, clearly not feeling intimidated by your little show. You decide to give it some thought, knowing he’ll scrutinize your response if not chosen carefully. Though, it’s admittedly difficult to concentrate when your face is burning up and his hand is still groping your chest.

Swallowing thickly, you arrive at a half-decent comeback. “I’ll… I’ll hate you.”

It sounded far better in your head.

Chrollo raises an eyebrow at your rebuttal but decides to entertain it. “Don’t you already?”

“I’ll hate you even more,” comes your reply, stumbling out before you could think it over. Luckily, or maybe unluckily, he doesn’t take visible offense. Instead, the bastard laughs again. Affectionately, Chrollo brushes his knuckles over your cheek, mirth dancing in his eyes.

“Even more, huh,” he hums, your nonsensical ramblings sounding worse when repeated back. “If that’s the threat I’m contending with, then I’ll be sure to stick to my word.”

You’re not exactly reassured by this, but decide to leave it for now. Suddenly, Chrollo steps back, freeing you from his grip. Before you can ask about what he’s doing, his hands start loosening his belt. Ah. So the time for negotiating is over. His dress pants fall, revealing a prominent bulge pushing against his briefs.

“Now get on your knees for me.”

It wasn’t a request. You do as he says, hyper-aware of how he’s staring at you, the tile from your shared master bedroom cold against your shins. To save what little modesty you have remaining, you readjust your bra so your chest no longer threatens to spill out. Heartbeat picking up in pace, you lift a shaky hand, palming his crotch through the fabric.

The muscles in his thighs tighten, yet every other aspect of him remains thoroughly composed. Playing with the waistband, you slowly pull it down, revealing Chrollo’s half-hard member. It’s long, around six inches when erect, with a prominent vein that you’ve learned is rather sensitive. Precum is already leaking from the head, a sight that worsens the blush on your face.

Chrollo runs his hands through your hair, a quiet sigh leaving his lips. You pick up on the unspoken encouragement to not keep him waiting. Readjusting yourself into a more comfortable position, you take his dick fully into your hands, giving it a tentative stroke to test the waters. No verbal response. He’s excellent at maintaining his composure, creepy as it may be. Pumping his cock from the base, you bow your head down, eyelids fluttering shut as you kiss and lick the tip. That earns you a sharp inhale and a tightened grip but nothing else. Wetting your lips with your tongue, you continue licking the tip while jerking him off, noting that his cum has a slight salty taste to it.

Now that your confidence has somewhat been built up, you part your lips to take more of him in, getting adjusted to his size. Chrollo lets out a shaky exhale, fingers curling deeper into your hair. It’s difficult to get into a solid rhythm as your anxiety is unrelenting. Being so vulnerable in front of a person whose hands, which are now intertwined with your hair, have slaughtered countless people.

He could do the same to you at any time, you think, despite his insistence for not wanting to. Hollowing out your cheeks, you manage to take more of him in, stopping just shy as not to activate your gag reflex. It makes your stomach churn when he lovingly strokes your cheek, looking down at you with eyes glazed over with crazed lust. Of course, he wouldn’t make this easy on you and act different — he continues with the delusion that this is love.

“Eager, now are we?” Chrollo laughs breathlessly. You decide to ignore the comment, too focused on having him finish so you can move on with your night. The low groans and whispers of your name are starting to affect you, a factor that only adds to your shame.. Pangs of heat are building up in between your legs, which you subconsciously rub together in a feeble attempt to relieve yourself. Chrollo quietly groans, content at the sight, dick twitching in your mouth. You wish he hadn’t noticed just how turned on you’re growing — not that you’re surprised with how unfairly observant he is — fully prepared for more scathing comments.

“I’m glad you stopped being so stubborn,” he pushes himself deeper into your mouth, gripping your head tightly enough not to let you move away, “So I can finally have my way with you.”

You wince at how he forces his dick down your throat, tears stinging the corners of your eyes and lungs screaming for air. Chrollo drinks in the sight, shuddering, bucking his hips, and pulling your face as tight against him as he can. You figure his release is getting closer from how erratic his movements are growing. At least it’ll be over soon. This line of thought is interrupted as he pulls away, saliva and cum connecting your mouth to his dick in a thin line, which has you frowning. Relishing the opportunity to regain yourself, your lungs greedily gulp in air, and you cough from his previous actions.

Chrollo extends a hand out to you which you hesitantly accept. The more human side is starting to show, his skin sheening with sweat, bare chest heaving for air much like yours, and black tresses sticking to the sides of his face. Your lips part, intending to ask why he stopped. He places both his just hands below your ass, hoisting you up as if you weighed nothing. Yelping, you struggle and cling to him as not to fall, eyes wide with confusion.

“W-what—”

“Wrap your legs around me,” he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead and you do as he says, scared that you’ll fall otherwise. “Mm. Good girl.”

Chrollo carries you over to the wall, your back pressing against the hard surface and feeling its coolness on your bare skin. After thinking about it for a moment, you understand what it is he intends to do next, tightening your grip around him. He positions the head of his cock against your opening, smiling at how wet you are. At least he’s too focused to comment on your current state. You look to the side, not wanting to see the pleased expression you know is on his face.

“I’ll take care of you after,” Chrollo promises, slowly pushing himself inside you. You take a deep breath, gripping his shoulders tightly, fingernails digging into his skin. At least he’s allowing you to adjust. You yelp when he grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging it so that you look him dead in the eye. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Hm?”

A half-choked out moan leaves your lips as he fills you, feeling his sizeable length stretching you out.

“Y-yes,” You pant, carnal desire outweighing any solid reasoning at the moment. Chrollo continues to pound relentlessly into your cunt, burying his face in your neck. He’s coming undone, fucking you with a strength that has you breathless. You catch occasional guttural groans of your name and don’t want to admit how nice it sounds.

“I always knew you’d come around.”

The sound of skin on skin fills the room, mixed in with his grunts and your moans. Squeezing your ass, his thrusts grow erratic, before he finally stills. Chrollo releases deep inside you, pulling you down onto him, hot ropes of cum filling you and seeping out.

He grits his teeth, shuddering at his release. All is still for a moment aside from your heavy chests. Chrollo gathers himself before you do, slowly pulling himself out. You feel his cum as it drips out of you and bite your lip at the possible implications. Everything is so warm and your body feels terribly sore, having to clutch onto him for stability when he puts you back down. Chrollo doesn’t seem to mind this, laughing as he runs his hands through your mousled hair.

“How precious.”

You yelp when he picks you up, bridal style this time, your face pressing against his chest.

“It looks like you needed some help there, dear.” Chrollo hums, placing you down onto the bed with a gentleness you weren’t used to. There’s no way any normal human could be this collected already. Taking deep breaths, you attempt to calm yourself, not wanting to be completely undone before him. Chrollo watches with intrigue while you do so, his eyes piercing through your trembling body. When you finally manage to get your breathing steady, he gently pushes your shoulders down and spreads your legs.

“Now, about that promise of mine,” he presses open-mouthed kisses from your ankle to your thighs, “I intend to keep it. We’ll keep going until you’re no longer able to stand.”

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bubble-booty-cuties · 3 years

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Once Naoto revealed her true self to the PTs, I can only imagine what kind of outfits Ann and the others got her to try on to properly show off her assets to the boys.

Gonna hijack this ask just a little as a continuation of my last thing, so, sorry if it's not 100% what you wanted~!

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"Are you sure these look alright? They don't exactly feel like they.. Fit.." Was all that was heard on the other side of the curtain, two sets of feet poking out from the bottom as the shuffling and muttering finally stopped.

"What are you talking about, they fit perfectly! They really show off that amazing figure of yours Nao-chan! You've got such pretty legs~!" Came the much happier and bubblier voice of Ann, no doubt the one who convinced Naoto into the dressing room.

"Y-You think so? I dunno, it just feels like it shows off so much.. Aren't pants supposed to hide all of this?"

"You might as well just surrender! When Ann wants you to try on some clothes it's like she suddenly hits max level hard mode, and there's no escape rope!" Futaba yelled out to the bluenette, remembering the time she was forced into different outfits, and even a bikini. "You're lucky I was able to hide the little skirt she wanted you to try on!"

"A-A skirt?!"

"Come on Nao-chan, you said you wanted to get in touch with your feminine side, right~? Well here's your chance, and you look amazing~!" Suddenly the curtain was yanked away to reveal both girls, one considerably more red then the other.

"W-Wait! I'm not ready!"

"Ooh, nice, those shorts are totally skin tight!" Futaba sat on the waiting chair with her knees up to her chest, eyes going up the long legs of their detective friend. "See, told you they'd fit her better!"

"Y-You picked these out?!" Naoto didn't like the way the breeze so easily brushed against her bare thighs out in the open, or the way it brushed so easily against her mostly exposed rear.

A sleeveless white button up shirt hugged her torso in ways that not only pushed her sizable chest up and out into the opening, exposing more cleavage then she ever had before, it also hugged her thin waist neatly, riding up just enough to show off her flat midriff and belly button, her exposed shoulders didn't help her feeling any less exposed either.

All that could have been fixed with a jacket, however. What couldn't be fixed was the way her tiny blue shorts rode up between her plump globes of flesh like a second skin, revealing her jiggly, pale flesh for anyone to see if she so much as turned an inch to the side, let alone bent over. Just the thought made her head spin!

"Duh, shorts are the best!" Futaba cheered, motioning to her own booty shorts covered bubble butt, said but was sat in her seat, however. "Home is where the pants is not, and small shorts are like totally cheating to feel like you're not wearing pants at all!"

"How did I get myself into this mess?!" Was all Naoto groaned as she pulled her hat down to cover her face, even as her other was balled up into a fist behind her, trying in some way to hide her but from view from the many people passing by and admiring her figure in the store.

"Oh good, you're finally back! What do you think? Doesn't Nao-Chan look absolutely adorable~?"

"Wha-" Naoto suddenly turned on her heel to see her senpa- Uh, her number one suspect! And he had very obviously been looking lower on her body then she had hoped. "S-Senpai! I-I thought you were-"

"I figured I'd stop by and check on you guys since Ryuji took Yusuke to the arcade." Cool, calm, and collected, like he wasn't just eyeing her butt like a piece of meat! Were his glasses some kind of shield that hid his emotions?!

"Go on Nao-Chan, he never lies, why not ask him how you look~?"

"Th-That's not-!"

"You really just set her up for the trap!"

"What?!"

"Futaba-Chan is just joking around, go on, ask him~!" Ann suddenly grabbed the small girl's shoulders and pushed her towards the much taller young man, so close in fact she had to look almost straight up to see his emotionless face.

"I-I.." Naoto suddenly pulled her hat down just over one eye, her face beet red as memories flooded her mind of the things this man had done to her in private. But, she needed to know.. "H-How do I look, Senpai?"

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The rest of the day was a blur, and all she could remember were the hungry looks as people saw her walking around with her friends dressed in such revealing clothing.. And she wasn't sure to be grateful or worried that her Senpai had chosen to walk behind her the entire time, never getting out of step..

Well, she chose worried as soon as he offered to walk her home, offering his feline companion to Futaba to bring home herself.. Then there walk towards her temporary residence began, and he was as kind as ever, as per usual he spoke clearly and the conversation was pleasant.. And just as soon as she forgot what it was she was wearing did she let out a squeak of surprise at the way his hand grabbed her almost bare cheek like a stress toy.

She wish she could say she told him to stop, or at least wait when they weren't literally in public! But she didn't, and she didn't wanna admit why..~

Of course, none of that matters now, not when she was very suddenly bent over forward against her dining room table, her face bright red, as it seems to be a lot around her suspect. Hands gripped her wide, bare hips and yanked her sizable rear back against the young man, her entire, much shorter body rocking back as she was once again introduced to the long, wide, throbbing bulge in her Senpai's pants, pressed firmly against her butt while he rocked his hips against her.

"C-Couldn't you have waited till I changed..?" Naoto just couldn't say no to him, her heart raced a mile a minute, her breath came out in gasps and chokes, and she couldn't stop the little squeal, one she definitely didn't make, that escaped her lips when gave her plump rump a nice meaty smack, echoing through her rented residence so loudly she was sure it could be heard outside.

"Where's the fun in that?"

"Damnit.."

It was happening too fast, and she couldn't even convince herself she wanted it to stop, she could only tell herself she was getting closer to the truth, she was gaining his trust! Right! He'd slip up soon, she's get the proof she needed, and she would have her thief- "Aaah~!"

Once more the young man smacked the bluenette right across her massive, jiggly pair of cheeks, her twin globes wobbling for multiple seconds after he'd already made contact, so perfectly round and shapely, it was a wonder she could slide these little blue shorts up over the swell of her hips and those planetary cheeks.

Naoto could only bite her lip to try and fight back the high pitched noises he always found a way to pull out, and she knew exactly what he was looking at while he forced her little noises out.

Those blue booty shorts rode up her cheeks like a thong, so tight and form fitting you could clearly see just how fat and bouncy they were just from how she walked around, even if she tried to hide it, even if Ann didn't actually choose the sluttiest shorts on the rack, her ass was just too fat to be anything less then mesmerizing with every step she took. And now, right there between those mounds of wobbly bubble booty was the young man's throbbing cock, smushed between that warm crevice while each and every ripple of her flesh sent shivers of pleasure up his spine.

But, tonight wasn't the night. Days of heavy petting, of driving the little detective wild would be leading to her getting fucked, it was practically inevitable, even she knew that, but not tonight. No, tonight he'd had to stare at that fat ass in a pair of shorts for literal hours, and he was about to get his fill.

"W-We have class in the morning, Senpai, we can't-Gasp~!" The busty tomboy detective gasped loudly as she was very suddenly met with he sensation of her suspect's teeth sinking into her meaty backside, having quickly knelt down to face inches from her raised bubble butt, mauling, groping, gripping, and massaging her cheeks like a soft dough while he very roughly and eagerly bit her asscheek like it was a piece of cake. Though he'd argue it was the entire cake.

"Senpai, I haven't showered, y-you shouldn't..~" She hated how feminine he made her sound.. Literally, her voice rising in pitch into a soft, girly tone that made her feel even lewder then her position made her feel.

He didn't listen, he never did, and she didn't exactly kick him off of her, not as she felt her own folds grow wet from the excitement she swore didn't exist. No, not even when he pawed and massaged her pu-.. Her lower region through her shorts, roughly grabbing and rubbing his thumb against her while he continued biting and smacking her ass.

"Senpai can we please at least move to the bed?!" She felt so exposed bent over her table, where she's eaten multiple times and will no doubt remember this moment every time she does from now on. She didn't expect to be the meal spread across her own dining table, but obviously the young man behind her had other plans.

"Nope."

And just like that she felt his expert fingers undo the button and fly Ann had gifted her, said shorts slipping down the swell of her round, pale, creamy smooth cheeks faster then she could even register, and before she knew it she felt the bespectacled suspect grab both cheeks in both large hands, pull her globes wide apart, and expose her most precious regions to himself with nothing but a pair of moist panties between him and her.

"W-Wait!" He didn't.

Naoto squealed loudly and then bit her lip harshly as he abruptly shoved his face between her hot, jiggly, pillowy cheeks. Not even removing his glasses the young man began motor boating her globes while he pulled her panties to the side, pressing his mouth against her wet lower lips and beginning his quick attack on her very core.

"A-Aaah~!! Aaahhhh~!! Haa~!! S-Senpai~!!" Naoto had.. Pleasured herself before her suspect had ever began his attacks on her, she'd admit the feeling of having another person touch her was so much more intense then she could ever preform herself, but this was on a whole other level! Each and every flick of his tongue against her pussy felt like he it her nerve ending on fire, pure, pleasurable fire! She could barely keep herself standing, pressing her full weight on the table, and now the young man's head, no doubt giving him what he wanted and pressing her face deeper between her cheeks.

Her knees shook and buckled, she couldn't stop her cries and squeals, and her flushed red faced dripped with sweat as pleasure overtook her in ways she'd never felt before. And as he.. As he ate her out, loudly lapping and licking her dripping wet slit, every smack across her cheeks, and there were plenty, felt so.. Good~! She'd never though a smack across her behind could feel good! Maybe she thought it did a little when he had done it, but it was something so small, but now~? Oh god, it amplified her pleasure in such confusing ways~!

"S-Senpai~! Aaaah~!! P-Please, I-I can't~!!" Naoto's eyes rolled just a bit as she experienced pleasure like nothing she'd felt before, and that was before he suddenly pressed his tongue inside her pussy, writhing, wiggling, and licking every inch of her love tunnel he could reach. And she could barely hold on for dear life.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh~!!" Stars exploded across her half covered vision, her hat falling askew across her head while she gripped the edge of the table, and she didn't even remember her own name. But, it was simply from lack of experience that she had cum so quickly, because Joker was just getting started.

As quickly as he started, he stopped, dragging his tongue up higher while Naoto gasped, squealed, and tried not to pass out, until his tongue met her backdoor, and then he began what he was fantasizing about all day, grabbing both hefty, meaty cheeks and beginning his meal proper.

"Hggkk~!! Wh-What are you-?!Oooohh~!! H-Haaaa~!!!" Naoto grit her teeth as pleasure once against filled her body, but not from her dripping lips, no, from her puckered pink backdoor. She wanted to tell him not to lick such a place, but how could she when she could barely remember where she was? The pleasure filling her ass was like nothing she'd ever felt before, and she didn't know whether to tell him to stop or do it harder!

And just as she felt the man press the tip of his tongue against her little ring, she too felt a pair of finger slip into her abused folds, once more filling her love tunnel, but not to overshadow his tongue piercing her asshole, filling her with such, horribly confusing pleasure and lust~! Oh god, what the hell was he doing~?!

Naoto's eyes cross as the man frantically fingered her dripping cunt while he just as eagerly began eating her ass, her cheeks wobbling around his face the entire time as she wiggled and twitched all over the place, squealing, screaming, cumming and squirting all over her thighs and dining room floor.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH~!!!!!!"

And just as suddenly as it started, it stopped, and Naoto's entire body went limp against the table, drool dripping down her chin, cum dripping down her legs, and her feminine voice horse from screaming. And she felt incredibly empty as the young man's fingers and tongue left her holes twitching and needy.

Sliding down, Naoto panted, gasped, and shivered in pleasure as she landed on her knees, her own juices making a small puddle on her hard wood floor as she heard her Senpai moving behind her.

"I'll see you at school tomorrow then, Naoto?"

Said detective looked up at the young man passed her hat, giving a shaky nod, and watching him walk out the door.

He was it, she knew it. Him and his friends were the Phantom Thieves. She couldn't prove it, but in her heart she knew. Wh-Which means she'd need to investigate him more! A-A lot more! Possibly every day until she got proof! A-And tomorrow she'd wear more clothes that Ann had bought he! Yes! It- Uh- It threw him off, yes, it threw him off! She only need to dress like this more to get him to slip up!

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jade-parcels · 2 years

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Outfit redo predictions! (These are my thoughts and opinions, they hold no real world value)

Yanfei:

Her top will become one piece the way Jean’s did. No more open shoulders, instead she’ll have a button up black and white blouse with (possibly) a black vest the way she currently does. Just not cropped.

Her skirt will stay the same but the safety shorts underneath will be made longer like Amber’s were

Her boots might change height so they’re knee high instead of mid calf

Xiangling:

Not much needs to change here. I feel like she could end up getting capri pants that are kinda puffy like Chongyun’s or Razor’s

Her top might not change? There’s no midriff exposure or cleavage… Maybe they’ll give her sleeves? Or a very short over the shoulder cape thing made from the same yellow and black material in front of her (idk if it’s a dress?? Or a top with a skirt and shorts?? Genshin outfits are confusing)

Venti:

Venti is all good when it comes to showing skin. He’s covered head to toe pretty much but he does violate the ‘no more feminine men’ rule (which is bs)

I feel like he’ll get capri pants that are either brown or dark green and his corset will be removed in favor of a plain vest. I don’t think they’ll change his design too much… venti is one of the faces of the game, I think they’d want to keep him looking as close to his original design as possible while still following the law

Baizhu:

Say goodbye to his crop top… That’s gonna go away for sure. Not sure about anything else tbh, he isn’t violating the dress code in any other way besides showing his stomach. Mhy better not give him a haircut or I’ll riot

Kaeya:

Very possible that they’ll button up his shirt in the same way they did for Jean. Might add embellishments like fancy lookin buttons?

Eula:

This one is tough because her upper half fits the dress code just fine…? I feel like they don’t even need to change her

Maybe solid blue tights instead of exposed thighs? Dunno..

Lisa:

I think our fav librarian might have to cover up

They can heighten her top’s neckline and add some more jewelry

I don’t see myh putting her in pants or long sleeves… not sure what they’re gonna do for her tbh but I feel like she’s getting a change

Noelle:

It would be so easy to give her a turtleneck or button up shirt. Her necktie flares out to cover her collarbones already but it likely isn’t enough. I don’t see drastic changes to her design tbh, shes well within the dress code since she has tights, a knee length skirt, sleeves and gloves. Her cleavage will probably have to be covered by something, I’m speculating that it’ll be a button up shirt but it could be a full chest plate of armor? That would be sick and it would make sense for her character <3

I’m also thinking about itto… he shows the most skin out of any male character so far. Will he be dress coded? Even if he doesn’t fall into the ‘feminine looking’ category? I don’t actually know how strict these rules are so I can only sit here and speculate. Itto might get a pass since he’s a ‘manly man’… Gorou might not, he may have to cover up?? Or not???

It’s sad to see that this is a forced thing for Chinese players. On the flip side, I think it’s nice to see some changes. After staring at the same clothes for a year, it’s exciting to get changes!

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chris-evans-indian-fanfic · 4 years

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Delay

One-Shot

Description: You are sent to kill your target, but a delay makes you run into Natasha

Warning: Smut, pure filth, lesbian porn. Like seriously this is 99% porn 👀 AND I AM PROUD OF IT! 😁🏳️‍🌈

This one-shot has been requested by the one and only @cheeseburgersstuff Hope you enjoy this dearie 😘❤️😄

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You were at the bar, swirling the lone olive in your martini. S.H.I.E.L.D's downfall hadn't been kind to most of the agents and spies, and you, just like some of your ex-colleagues, worked as an assassin for hire, though you still followed your moral-code and were picky when it came to choosing clients or targets. Your mission was supposed to be over by now, but your target decided to spend another day in the Bahamas, thus delaying his death by 24 hours. Searching for an excuse to pass the time, you looked around the bar, however, nobody was worth a second glance.

You smelled her perfume first. Always light, sweet, with hints of citrus and floral notes. Within the next 2 seconds, you heard her chuckle.

As you turned back to your glass, you felt the air change.

Her lips soon met the dip between your breasts. She licked the outline of your left breast, her tongue touring the shape of your curve as you struggled to breathe. She then placed open mouth kisses on your bosom, kissing everywhere but the brown bud, now erect and tight with pleasure.

"Looks like we are after the same man," Natasha quipped as she took a seat besides you.

You turned towards her with a smirk, drinking in her appearance like a glass of stiff gin. Natasha looked… breathtakingly stunning. The dark maroon off-shoulder gave a generous view of her cleavage, tapering off at her waist. Her sleek black pants accentuated her curves, tied with a big, leather belt at the centre. Her midriff showcased the large gold buckle as a crown, twinkling in the muted light of the hotel's bar.

Your eyes finally rested on her face. Her hair was now blonde, a complete 180 from her fiery, red mane that you had grown to relish in your fantasies. Though you had to admit, this look suited her fine.

"It seems that we are," you finally replied, sipping your drink as she considered you.

"What do you want with Connor?" she inquired, clearly a bit surprised by your presence.

"Ahh you know, the same old. A lovely dinner at the rooftop restaurant, a sensual dance, peaceful walk in the garden, shooting him with 9mm bullets till he bleeds to death. Then maybe head for a midnight swim," you replied nonchalantly.

She cocked an eyebrow, "Not a very romantic way to end the evening."

You raised your hands in defence, "Hey, a girl's gotta eat."

Natasha held your gaze with worry. She knew you were one of few agents who were considered her equal back at S.H.I.E.L.D., and ever since you had started offering your services to the highest bidder? Your skillset had increased by leaps and bounds. Once where you had struggled to use a katana sword, you were now competent in wreaking havoc with just a paperclip. Slightly frowning her head, Natasha started saying, "I am here-"

"-to protect him. I know," you completed her sentence with a wicked grin, "Whatever shall we do now?"

"I was hoping I could reason with you," Natasha urged you, "we need to bring him in for questioning. He has vital information about…," Natasha stopped herself before continuing, "...something and we want that data."

"That data is why he's soon going to be 6 feet under honey," you winked at her and finished your drink.

Just as you started to get up, she leaned over and brought her lips close to your ear and whispered, "Now if only there were something I could offer to persuade you." She gently kept her hand on your thigh, slowly riding it up under your dress.

You squeezed your thighs shut, stopping the ascent of Natasha's hand. You met her gaze, your lips almost touching hers, "And what if I am still not convinced?"

Her luscious lips parted slightly to reveal a smile, "Then at least we would have spent the next 24 hours in bliss."

You smirked and gently bit her lower lip with your teeth, pulling it with you as you moved back a bit. You finally let it go with a pop, as Natasha was now almost on your lap, "Where so you want to persuade me?"

"How about your room?" she asked as you shook your head.

"I would have been out of here if it weren't for the delay," you replied and Natasha nodded.

She led you to her hideout, a small studio apartment situated in a quiet building at the outskirts of the city. The apartment barely had enough room to accommodate a kitchen, a double queen-sized bed and a small bathroom.

You followed her inside as she switched on the dim lights, encasing the room in a warm glow. You hadn't even finished turning around on your heels when she crashed into you, smashing you to the door. Her lips created a storm on yours, her hands almost everywhere on you at once. You kissed her back just as fervently, exploring her mouth with your tongue while you held her hair with one hand, the other squeezing her ass.

The two of you parted after a few moments, desperate for air. "You are supposed to ask me for coffee first," your sarcastic remark was followed by a surprised gasp as Natasha tore the front of your dress, exposing your lacy bra to her.

She licked her lips as her eyes darkened with lust, "It's been too long," she whispered as she dove to kiss your breasts over your bra, "so long."

You fumbled to open her giant belt as she ripped apart your bra, exposing your breasts to the cool air of the room. But before she could take your nipple in her mouth, you held her chin and brought her face at level with yours. You kissed her as you started walking towards the bed, your fingers teasing her cleavage with feather-light touches as you unzipped her pants.

By the time her legs touched the side of the bed, she was palming your breasts as you rubbed her mound over her pants. You pushed her onto the bed and watched as she almost bounced on the semi-hard mattress.

You returned the favor to her off-shoulder top and made quick work of getting her naked. Admiring her beautiful figure laid before you, you removed your ruined dress and joined her on the bed.

Your passionate kisses resumed. Natasha quickly turned you over so that your back met the mattress as she worshipped your body. Her lips left a sloppy trail to your throat, sucking the spot where your neck met your shoulder. Her ministrations sent a shiver down your body to your core as you could only hold on to her hair for support.

Filthy moans escaped your lips as you started squirming under her, already hot and bothered even though you knew she had barely begun.

"What do you need baby?" she audaciously whispered as she looked at you with a smirk.

You realised in that moment that Natasha was having fun at your expense. Too much fun.

You locked your legs above her waist and turned the two of you around again. Now on top, you let go of all the niceties as you took her hard perky brown nipple in your mouth, sucking and licking it with your tongue while your other hand traveled downwards on her fair body.

You traced the V leading to her core, before you started rubbing it with the palm of your hand. Her pornographic mewls filled the quiet space as your thumb glossed over her clit. Her back arched off the mattress while the wetness from her mound coated your palm.

Your thumb kept ghosting over her clit, hardly applying any pressure on it as you started working on her other breast.

She thrust her hips forward involuntarily, hoping to increase the friction, but you refused to relent. Finally, when she groaned out of sheer frustration, you looked up towards her with a shit-eating grin, "What do you want baby?"

She pouted her pretty lips, regret, lust and longing evident in her features.

"I want you to fuck me," she admitted.

"That's all you had to say," you replied as you entered one finger in her warm, dripping core.

She clutched your arm as you explored her walls. Your second finger joined the first, and the symphony of her moans filled the apartment. The speed of your fingers increased as the bottom of your palm met with her clit. You simultaneously sucked her nipple while squeezing her breast. Within moments, you felt her tense beneath you with pleasure, her cunt clenched around your fingers. She came as her body jerked on the bed, her release squirting out of her as you kept continuing your assault.

Now covered in sweat, she finally rode her high, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath.

You settled down besides her, licking her juices off your fingers with content. When Natasha slowly got up, you thought she must be heading towards the washroom to clean up. But boy were you wrong.

She swiftly returned with a pair of heavy handcuffs and a strap-on tied to her pelvis. She practically jumped on you on the bed, caging your body beneath hers. She kissed the top of your nose as she worked tying your arms in the handcuffs with ease.

"Try them," she urged. You tried to get out of the handcuffs, but every time you struggled, the grip got tighter and tighter.

She chucked quietly at your useless efforts. "Oh my dear wifey," she cooed with love, "Though I did enjoy our little roleplay tonight, you are truly mistaken if you think I will let you off that easy, especially on our anniversary."

As she kissed you with passion again, your body was lit on fire again, the twinkling wedding band on Natasha's finger promising you a night of sheer bliss.

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shintorikhazumi · 3 years

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“Dance For Me.”

A/N: Here’s your pole-dancing AU you bunch of thirsty… people on discord. Idk, I’m bad at… trashtalk if it’s not for self-defense. I also don’t cuss unless it’s in fics. Because I’m technically not cussing, the characters are *wink wink*.

Batting second after Lary! Khazumi~ Coming in! Unless someone already finished before I did and I didn’t notice, haha.

I’m not one to write NSFW. At least not for public… consumption. Borderline, yes. But like… I suck at NSFW, not gonna lie. I’ll try my very best?

I'm also sorry that I can't write pole dancing very well. Hope you can... picture out what's going on. haha.

Weirdest thing I searched for confirmation while writing this was ‘during intercourse are your pupils constricted or dilated’ Because my mind is so lost rn hahha.

My timeline here is before Christmas. I’m sorry. I need it.

Basically, I'm sorry for this trashy fic.

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Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi

This… is not quite what Diana expected when she left Akko this morning for work at the estate.

The past few months, Akko had been busy with teaching her classes at Luna Nova, on top of performing her scheduled weekend shows in town that the woman just wouldn’t give up the chance to do. Always for the smiles, always for the people’s happiness.

And Diana loves her for that, she really does. Dear Beatrix, she loves her wife- of three years now- to death.

But while she had been excitedly looking forward to the holidays, winter rolling around, expecting that she’d finally have her wife-mind you- all to herself, said wife had other plans, it seems.

Akko had agreed to be booked almost daily this season, and despite being home in Diana’s arms each night, she had absolutely zero energy to do anything but snuggle up to the former heiress and fall asleep in the blink of an eye.

Diana had pouted for days on end, telling Akko to give her one day, to spend just one day with her.

Akko, despite all her regrets of leaving her wife like this, couldn’t just cancel. But she had promised to dedicate the two days before the twenty-fifth, right up ‘til the end of vacation to her lovely spouse.

And Diana has to reluctantly agree. She knows in her heart that this is Akko’s passion, it’s what makes her the amazing woman known for her beautiful believing heart.

Diana just needs patience. So much patience.

But then, on the day of Christmas Eve, she gets a call from the manor. It’s related to the estate. About a sudden accident with one of her people. She couldn’t not go. At least she’d try to finish up early so she could offer her remaining time to-

Akko’s phone rings.

It’s a special request. A little girl’s birthday. And she just had to see the amazing Kagari (-Cavendish) Atsuko perform her special magic. Now this wouldn’t have been that much of a problem had the party been in the morning or early afternoon, however it appeared as though it would take place around five pm. Diana knows it will run overtime. It always does. Everyone loves to bask in the presence and utter warmth of ‘Atsuko’ after all.

So, Begrudgingly, they both prepare for their respective agendas, Diana feeling absolutely depressed over the fact that she would be coming home for Christmas eve to an empty house, cold halls, devoid of the calming scent and lovely voice of her wife singing her favorite Shiny Chariot showtune from the kitchen as she cooked all of Diana’s favorites.

Akko notices. She always does.

She walks up to the sulking blonde, cupping her face in her hands, chuckling at those pouty lips, those teary eyes. “I’m really sorry, my Diana.” She whispers. “Really, I am.”

Diana sighs in defeat, pulling her wife into one last bearhug before work.

“Can I at least have my own Magical Atsuko show?” She uncharacteristically turns her puppy eyes to her wife, only ever showing Akko this spoiled child within.

“I’ll only give you the very best.”

“With a little song?”

“Whatever you’d like

“Mm…” Diana nodded, looking down at her feet before raising her head, one last question on her mind. “Dance for me?”

“Sure, sweetheart.” Akko laughed, nuzzling her nose on Diana’s. “But for now,” She pinches the taller witch’s nose playfully before planting a kiss. “This is for the kids.”

…

This is DEFINITELY NOT “for the kids”. For any kids. For anyone for that matter. Diana would never show this to anyone. Over her dead. Lifeless. Fucking. Body.

Nonononono. Diana shakes her head a thousand times internally.

No.

Just no.

Diana gasps as she drops her suitcase on the floor, the contents spilling out at the impact. She had not expected this of all things. She imagined coming home to an empty house, no Akko, and miserable reheated food.

She hadn’t expected unlocking her door to the smells of a rotisserie chicken, some wine, and Akko’s homely scent.

She wasn’t expecting the low thrum of music in the background. She didn’t think that her wife would stand in front of her, in her usual show outfit- no. Wait. This isn’t her show outfit.

Like hell she’d wear that to a children’s party!!

No, this. THIS… This is a knock-off Shiny Chariot costume that is far too skimpy to be sold to the young and pure fans of Chariot. This is one of those costumes you’d see them sell adults for dumb pranks on Halloween, or see it at those kinds of shops.

How did Akko even get that?

Online?

The internet is truly fearsome. Shameless. So Shameless.

And so is Diana as she gawks at her pretty wife, donning a very short white skirt, a top that very much exposes her midriff- technically, only holding together those perky mounds-, a cape that is probably the only thing covering her wife that can be counted as decent, thigh-high- gosh- those thigh-high boots, hair free of that small side pony-tail; and that signature white witch hat tops off the ensemble.

“Welcome home~” Akko greets with her usual cheer, expression innocent and beaming, before it shifts a sultry color, tone dropping into a hushed invitation. “Diana.”

Said woman is quiet, she struggles to form a response.

Akko.

‘Let’s try saying your wife’s name now, Diana Cavendish.’

“A-A-A-A… aaahhhh…”

Oh, Great Beatrix, give me strength.

A lot of it. A trolley’s worth, if you must.

…-and stamina. Please. Strength and stamina to endure.

And Clearly Diana isn’t wishing to hold her ground against temptation.

She might just have a long night ahead.

“Diana.”

“Y-yes! I’m l-listening. Very clearly… most…. Definitely…” She says whilst staring at the gracious amounts of cleavage-

“Of course you are, babe.” Akko chuckles in that sickeningly sweet tone, taking a step forward as Diana takes one back. “Where are you going?” She takes another, as does Diana in the opposite direction, her back meeting the hard wood of their front door.

“N-nowhere, I’m… I’m Home.” Diana feels her hands become clammy, shaking, as she wonders where to put them.

“Heh~… I thought you were running away or something.” Akko smiles kindly, actions not as kind. She traps Diana with her body, arms on either side of her head. “And I wouldn’t like that. Would you?” Her eyes flutter innocently, lashes long, eyes wide.

There was clearly only one correct answer.

“N-no.”

“Good.” Akko laughs like gentle chimes, pleasant to the ear.

Diana smiles, feeling a little more relaxed.

-Before one hand comes off the wall and now climbs up her torso, Akko’s index and middle fingers walking up to Diana’s tie before her hand takes it, pulling it out of the vest.

“I always liked it when you wore ties.” She murmured, eyes blank and scrutinizing the tie. Before Diana could respond, Akko was already resting her head on Diana’s chest, hand absent-mindedly twirling the thin red tie. “I also like that you wear my colors on you.” Akko raised her head, pulling on Diana’s tie so that their faces came so incredibly close to one another, lips a hair’s breadth apart. “Tells people that you're mine.”

That effectively steals the air out of Diana’s lungs as Akko steps back, still holding fast to the tie, pulling Diana along, as if on a leash. Her Japanese wife leads her to the living room and sits her down on their amazingly comfortable couch.

But not even that could ease Diana’s tense nerves.

“H-Hi.”

“Hi, Diana.” Akko greets back, leaning over her wife, a finger gliding from the base of Diana’s throat to her jaw, tipping it up to guide blue eyes up to meet the most intoxicating wine. “What was your last little request for me this morning, again?”

“I- I… uh… um…”

“Yes?” The brunette lowers her body onto Diana’s head tucked between the poor heiress’ shoulder and neck, peppering kisses along her jaw. “Please remember, darling. I really want to do it for you, you know?” She chuckles, biting on a certain spot near Diana’s throat making her yelp, then licking the area to ease the pain. “I prepared really well for it. I tried so hard for you.”

Definitely not the only thing that was hard, Diana thinks.

An uncontrolled whine tears its way out of the blonde’s mouth, mind desperately trying to remember what the hell she last asked.

Then it clicks.

“D-dance…”

“Hmm?”

“Dance for me…?”

Akko seems elated with her answer, nuzzling her neck once before pulling away, Diana missing her warmth… or heat. Or both.

“With pleasure.”

Diana is sure there will be a lot of pleasure involved.

With a flick of her wand (where had Akko hidden that?), a pole rises from the floor in the open space of the room. Akko stalks hypnotizingly towards it, grasping the hard metal with one hand before smoothly pulling herself into her first twirl.

‘Oh Great Nine. This is one of those dances, isn’t it?’

Diana swallows so painfully, finding her throat constricted, the opposite to her dilating pupils as she watches her wife with the focus of a predator waiting on its prey.

Off goes the cape, and Diana only now realizes just how little of her wife’s ass is actually covered by that skirt.

She loves Akko’s ass- She loves Akko. Period.

-along with her thighs and bottom.

She admires her better half’s toned body, muscles flexing and simply wonderful as Akko spins herself around the pole gracefully, hanging onto it with only one hand. The elegance of the movements allows Diana to forget her barely restrained arousal, leaving her in awe for a few moments.

Then a toned leg wraps itself around the pole, Akko rolling her body up against it, turning her gaze to Diana, eyes half-lidded and so sinful. All that talk about grace- screw it, right now.

Another twirl, and another, and another.

Akko climbs her way up the pole so sensually, Diana wishes she were the one being climbed like that. Then Akko stops near the top, almost as though she was frozen. Diana waits with bated breath, before Akko’s hands suddenly release the pole, falling backwards; and Diana panics, thinking something happened and her wife was about to hit the ground hard- but only the hat does so. Akko’s body hangs smoothly in the air, legs squeezing tight, flexing those amazing thighs.

Oh, to be between them instead.

The spinning restarts. Repeats over and over, legs stretching out, then pulling in. At times, an arm would reach out, almost as if it were inviting the audience in, to come closer; to come touch this performer. Then Akko lowers herself to the ground, movements sophisticated, nimble, body poised, and oh so sensual. It’s an interpretative dance, and there must be story behind it.

Diana just doesn’t have enough brain power to process it.

She gasps as her wife stands up; the skirt is forgone, leaving Akko in racy black panties that matches her top that might as well not exist. And again, she’s on that pole, embracing it, caressing it with one hand, down to her body, allowing her palm to slide down her chest to a taut stomach, abs glistening in sweat, before reaching down her legs, and between her thighs, then out, back to latching onto the pole.

The loss of garment shouldn’t distract her. She’s sure this action was to give her wife better grip on the pole. Definitely the reason. Yes. Not because this was… was a… that.

Of course.

Breaking the unspoken rule of silence, a voice suddenly begs for her attention.

“Diana…”

…

Fuck.

“Nnmm!”

Diana throws her head back for a second, needing to relieve her burdened senses at the sight that had just greeted her mere moments ago.

Akko had basically rubbed herself against the pole, her most intimate place surely touching it as she slid up then down, dropping into an air-split, barely hovering over the ground, still twirling, yet painfully slow this time, basically presenting herself to the very red mess breathing heavily on the couch.

Diana’s not sure she can stay seated anymore. She’s been holding back. She’s certain she can’t keep holding back.

“But why are you holding back?”

The question throws her for a loop, eyes so wide, as she stares at Akko’s tantalizing figure, draped over her pole, breathing as difficultly as Diana is.

She releases her show equipment, leaving the pole to disappear as she strides forward provocatively, halting in front of Diana, placing her hands down on the blonde’s open lap, freeing them from their squeezed-together position just moments ago. They massage at Diana’s thighs, and the heiress moans, unsuppressed.

Her dancer takes a seat on her lap, hands busying themselves with loosening Diana’s tie a bit more, removing it from her before Akko slings it around her own neck.

“You are so mean, Diana… even after I called for you so many times…” Akko whispers against her lips, eyes fiery and slightly angered. Diana’s hands are guided to rest on Akko’s hips as she grinds against her wife needily. “Utterly horrible.”

It should be the winter season as it was Christmas. Diana knows that the outside world was harshly cold and chilly, but that temperature did not seem to apply to her. Most definitely not within Diana, and most definitely not between her leee-heeeeg- ‘damn you, Akko’.

“Why would you not come for me?”

‘Which ‘come’ might we be discussing here’, Diana wonders.

“I… I didn’t know… my apologies.” Diana stutters out, distracted by the hand touching the inside of her thigh.

“Even when I made it so obvious?” Akko pouts, biting Diana’s shoulder angrily as her hands make quick work of the taller witch’s buttoned shirt. Those same hands splay against her collarbone and shoulders, caressing and teasing, moving to the back of her head to massage her scalp. The Head of Cavendish gets pulled into a long kiss, her significant other’s tongue pleading entrance as it licks along Diana’s full lips, thighs squeezing Diana’s legs.

Diana permits, giving the appendage access to explore her mouth completely, sometimes brushing against her gums, and gliding along her teeth, entangling with her own tongue. Akko pulls away with a rough nip on Diana’s lower lip.

The latter’s hand is held captive, guided somewhere along her lover’s body.

The heiress fails at hindering any sounds from escaping her as she feels hot liquid drip onto her fingers, before pooling into her open palm. So that’s where Akko had brought it.

“Diana.”

Her eyes are bewitching. Fitting of her occupation. They hold Diana’s gaze a prisoner, not against her will. They compel her to do something. Akko rubs against her once more, and Diana whimpers aloud.

“Diana.”

Arms tighten their loop against Diana’s neck. Akko’s voice still sounds calm and controlled, but her actions tell Diana that she is anything but. She’s basically riding her at this point.

“Diana.”

“Y-yesh?!” Hooded, dark, tempting. Akko’s eyes were all those things. And maybe Diana’s were too.

“Diana.”

“Yes…?” Diana feels a switch flip as her finger slips into that wet, heated space and makes Akko cry a lovely tone. She goes deaf to the world, all her focus on the woman shivering delightfully in her arms.

“Diana…”

“Yes…”

“Dance with me.”

A/N: So… sequel?

~Shintori Khazumi

#dianakko #Little Witch Academia #lwa #rated m #read at your own discretion #diana x akko #diana #diana cavendish #atsuko kagari #kagari akko #pole dancing au #fanfic

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They Do Protest

The rules for the prom are that couples must wear suits and dresses, and Harris is determined to make sure that those rules are followed despite the fact that Cora detests wearing dresses. Stiles, however, has a plan.

“Couples must wear suits and dresses,” Lydia recited, dropping her face into her hands. “Harris was addiment on it.”

Cora sat across from her, her eyes focused on the table between them. She was hugging herself, shifting slightly in her seat.

“Cora,” Lydia started slowly, but her words fell short of her lips.

“It’s fine,” Cora muttered, not looking up at them.

“No, it’s not,” Stiles objected. “It’s not fair that you should feel uncomfortable because Harris feels threatened when someone doesn’t obey his archaic gender norms.”

The pack all turned, staring at Stiles with matching shocked expressions.

“What?” Stiles said.

Isaac brushed it off. He reached out and set his hand on Cora’s shoulder. “I’ll talk to Coach, or Miss Morell, someone will listen.”

Stiles slouched back against the wall, turning the piece of paper over in his hands. He looked down at the rules, reading the over again.

FORMAL DRESS CODE:

Students are expected to dress in formal attire, either a suit or a dress that meets the following criteria:

Full length dress, tuxedo, or suit must be worn appropriately. No sagging pants or jeans.

Collared dress shirt with long sleeves, worn with a tie/bow tie (exception: tux shirt with a decorative button). Shirts must remain on & tucked in for the entire dance.

Must wear jackets or blazers with suits, not just shirts or vests.

Formal dresses cannot be shorter than fingertip length with arms fully extended.

Dress slits may not be higher than fingertip length with arms fully extended.

Bare midriffs and plunging necklines are not allowed. No cut outs. Two-piece top/skirt, outfits must cover midriff.

No see-through material that exposes midriff, excessive cleavage, or thighs.

The back of the dress may not be lower than the middle of the back or bra.

No bandanas, chains, baseball caps, or canes.

No matter how many times he read the same words, it still made his blood boil.

He turned the piece of paper over in his hands, again and again. He froze, a thought striking him. He read over the rules one more time.

“Lydia,” he said, looking across the room to where the strawberry-blonde sat. “What were Harris’s exact words?”

“‘Couples must wear suits and dresses’,” Lydia quoted.

A devilish smirk played across his lips, his eyes lit up with a glint of mischief as he said, “I have an idea.”

“You do realise that for this to work, everyone has to get on board,” Lydia pointed out.

“We could everyone on our side,” Isaac said.

��What about Jackson?” Erica asked.

“And Derek,” Boyd added.

“I’ll lean on Jackson,” Lydia said, a hint of finality in her voice.

“I’ll talk to Derek,” Cora volunteered.

Scott looked around at his friends. “This might just work.”

“Of course it’s going to work,” Stiles scoffed. “It’s my plan.”

The school gym had been transformed. Long ribbons of flowing white fabric had been draped from the ceiling, radiating from the central point in the room and pinned back against the walls so that the middle hung slightly and the ends cascaded down the walls like curtains of falling water. The parts where the fabric had been pinned to the ceiling or to the walls were decorated with hanging strands of crystal-like beads, the glass chunks shimmering and glinting as they caught the light.

The pack had gathered off to the side.

Stiles couldn’t help but smile as he looked around at his classmates. If he was being honest, he never would have thought they’d go through with it. He expected to turn up and see only the pack sticking to the plan. But Lydia had seemed to work her magic; she’d convinced the school to flip the dress code for prom: girls wore suits, and guys wore dresses.

Stiles was dressed in a flowing white chiffon dress with pink peonies pained on it. It had a split in the front that let the fabric drift freely around his legs and stopped him from tripping over the hem. The skirt gathered around his slender waist, accentuating the dip of the V-neck and delicate shoestring straps.

Cora stood beside him, dressed in a fitted navy-blue tuxedo and looking fabulous. A radiant smile lit up her face. The lapels were decorated with gold embroidery and beading that matched Isaac’s outfit.

Isaac wore a two-piece dress made of velvety navy-blue material. The top was drawn into a Grecian neckline and covered in gold lace and beading. The waistband of the skirt hugged his slim waist, high enough that barely a centimetre of his pale skin was left exposed. The hem of the skirt was higher at the front, sitting at his knees while the back sat around his heels, revealing the pattern of the same gold detailing, beading and lace that ran along the inside hem of the skirt.

Scott stood beside him, wearing a two-tone dress that had a silver-beaded top and a flowing purple silk skirt. He had his arm around Allison’s waist, gently tugging at her black suit jacket to pull her closer and smiling as he nuzzled his face into her shoulder.

Boyd wore a forest-green dress, simple and elegant. The A-line skirt flowed from his hips, the top held up by the asymmetrical strap that was decorated with lace. He still managed to look powerful, like a Roman soldier.

His dress matched Erica’s tie and the faint embroidered pattern of the suit she wore. She and Boyd had had their matching outfits planned for months, so it was as easy as swapping, and adjusting the sizes slightly. Boyd’s mother had taken in the suit to fit her—all the while laughing at the brilliance their plan and offering to help the others adjust their outfits.

Lydia wove her way through the crowd, making her way over to them. She looked stunning in a black tuxedo and black heels. She wore a velvety red tie that made the cascading waves of strawberry-blonde hair look richer in colour.

Stiles blinked in surprise when Jackson appeared behind her, wearing a wine-red floor-length gown. The straps that sat off his broad shoulders, following the curve of the sweetheart neckline where the ruched fabric crossed over his chest. The long skirt was draped around his legs, a thigh-high split up the left side.

“I thought I’d die before I ever saw you in a dress,” Stiles said as Jackson joined them.

“Had you asked me, I would have said no,” Jackson said. He turned to look at Cora, smiling softly as he gently patted her arm.

Cora smiled in return and mouthed ‘Thank you’.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I feel pretty,” Stiles said, swishing the fabric of his skirt.

Boyd rolled his eyes and Jackson groaned, “And you ruined it.”

Across the dancefloor, Stiles spotted Danny wearing a blush-pink gown made of a soft, flowing fabric. It was a strapless gown with a curved neckline that dipped down his chest. The fitted corset was decorated with white, pearl and pink beading and hints of pastel pink floral lace that trailed past the waistline and onto the flowing skirt.

His date – Ethan – wore a tailored grey suit with a pearl-white tie and a pink handkerchief tucked into the breast pocket.

They were all there—everyone but Derek, at least.

“Where’s Derek?” Allison asked, glancing at Cora.

She shrugged. “He dropped me off at Scott’s place earlier and then went home.”

“Is he not coming?” Erica asked, shocked.

“I got a text from him saying he was going to be late,” Stiles said. “He told us to go without him; he’ll catch up.”

Lydia looked from Stiles to Cora. “Do you think he’ll go along with it?”

“I don’t know,” Cora admitted.

“Heads up,” Isaac said, nodding at the man who shoved his way through the crowd and stormed across the room to their sides.

“What is the meaning of this?” Harris snapped, livid.

Stiles glanced at his friends, feigning confusion. “The meaning of what?”

“Stop this nonsense right now,” Harris ordered, his face flushed red with rage. His eyes locked onto Stiles. “Go get changed right now or I’ll write you all up on dress code violations and have you suspended for this.”

“For what?” Stiles asked.

“Don’t try and be smart with me, Stilinski.”

Stiles turned to Lydia. “Lydia, do you have the—?"

She dug into her jacket pocket, handing him a piece of paper.

“‘Couples must wear suits and dresses’,” Stiles recited. “Those were your words. And we’re just doing as we were told.” He gestured at the teens around him. “The couples are wearing suits and dresses. And while I don’t have a date, I thought I’d wear a dress since—” He unfolded the piece of paper in his hand and held it up for Harris to see. “—nowhere in these rules does it say that guys can’t wear dresses.”

“This is ridiculous,” Harris snarled.

“You want to pull us up on dress code infringement?” Stiles continued. “What exactly are we infringing?” He turned the paper around and began to read through the rules, “Full length dresses, tuxedos, or suits must be worn.”

He looked down at himself before turning and sizing up his friends.

“Check. Collared dress shirts with long sleeves, worn with a tie or bow tie and tucked in. Must wear jackets or blazers.”

He turned and looked at the girls who made a show of showing off the sleeves, ties, tucked-in shirts, and jackets.

“Check and check,” Stiles repeated. “Dress slits may not be higher than fingertip length.”

Stiles and Jackson straightened their arms, measuring the height of the slits in their skirts.

“Check,” Stiles repeated, smirking as Harris’s face began to twitch with fury. He continued, “Bare midriffs and plunging necklines are not allowed. No cut outs. Two-piece outfits must cover midriff. No see-through material or excessive cleavage.”

He glanced at Isaac. “That’s—what?—two millimetres of skin, you can hardly call that a midriff. And last I checked, I don’t have cleavage,” he said, glancing down at the deep V-neck of his dress. “Let alone, ‘excessive’ cleavage. So, check.”

“No bandanas, chains, baseball caps, or canes. Check,” Stiles finished, handing the piece of paper back to Lydia. “We followed your rules to the letter, so what exactly are you pulling us up on?”

Danny and Ethan joined them.

All eyes were on them, the music dimmed slightly as everyone watched on.

“Mr Steiner might be the only one here who listened to the rules,” Harris growled.

“The rules stated that couples had to wear dresses and suits,” Ethan recited. He slid his hand into Danny’s, lacing their fingers together and giving Danny’s hand a gentle squeeze. “One of us had to wear the suit, and Danny looks better in a dress than I ever could.”

Harris looked as if his head were about to explode.

Silence fell over the room as everyone turned towards the double doors that led into the gym.

Stiles turned, his jaw dropping and his heart skipping a beat.

Derek stood in the doorway, wearing a sky-blue dress with off-the-shoulder straps, a fitted corset and a ballgown skirt that was decorated with embroidered white flowers and trailing vines. Small pearls were embedded in the thin tulle overlay of the skirt, making it shimmer in the dim light, the fabric rippling and swaying like the ocean as Derek made his way through the crowd and over to them.

Stiles couldn’t take his eyes off him, his lips shaking slightly as he struggled for find his voice.

“You’re all suspended,” Harris snapped, pointing an accusing finger at all of them.

“We’ve got a game in three days,” Jackson said, his face deadpan as he levelled his cold eyes on Harris. “Good luck telling Coach you suspended the entire lacrosse team.”

“And the basketball team,” Derek added.

“Especially without reason,” Isaac furthered.

“What’s going on?” Coach asked, making his way through the crowd and over to their sides.

“Finstock,” Harris said with relief. “Maybe you can put an end to this nonsense.”

“We’re not breaking any rules,” Lydia said, pulling the piece of paper from her jacket pocket again and passing it to Coach Fisntock.

Coach read it over, his face twisted in thought.

“Stilinski,” he finally said after a long silence.

“Yes, Coach?” Stiles replied, shaking himself from this stupor.

“I take it this was your idea; it seems like something you’d think up.”

“Yes, Coach,” Stiles admitted.

“May I ask, why?”

“The prom is meant to be one night when us kids can have fun, but there are so many rules about what we can or can’t wear that it’s become more stressful than fun,” Stiles explained. “Especially for girls. The fact that girls are told that they have to wear dresses to the prom is just stupid; they should be able to wear a suit if they want. There’s a gender bias in the school regulations when it comes to clothing infringements, and not just for the prom.”

Coach nodded thoughtfully. He glanced from the piece of paper to each of them, his face composed as his eyes rolled over them.

“Well, I don’t see any rules you’re breaking,” Coach said, passing the piece of paper back to Lydia. “Have a nice time.”

“Thanks, Coach,” they all replied in unison.

“I’ll talk to the school board and see what we can do about these rules,” Coach said. “And not just for prom.” He turned to walk away but stopped, turning back to them “And, Stilinski—”

“Yes, Coach?”

“Nice dress.”

“Thank you, Coach,” Stiles said, smiling.

Harris opened his mouth to argue but Coach shot him a look that silenced him. Finstock nodded towards the door and Harris followed him outside.

Stiles let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. He turned and looked at the expressions of relief on his friend’s faces.

“I told you it’d work,” he said.

Jackson patted him on the back. “I’ve got to admit, I had my doubts.” He turned his attention to Derek, looking him over as he said, “Cinderella made it to the ball after all.”

“Laura had to make a few last-minute adjustments,” Derek said quietly, smoothing his hands over the ruffles of his skirt.

“Well, I think you look beautiful,” Erica said.

Cora threw her arms around her brother’s shoulders, her voice drowned out by the music as she whispered, “Thank you.”

Derek held her close, talking softly to her. He gently smoothed down her hair, pressing a kiss to the crown on her head before setting her down on her feet.

“So, do we get changed now, or—?” Isaac asked.

“Well, the theme of the prom is ‘guys wear dresses, girls wear suits’,” Lydia said. “But if you want to get changed—”

“No,” Isaac replied. He glanced down. His cheeks flushed pink as his slender fingers toyed with the hem of his top. “I kind of like wearing this.”

“Come on, let’s dance,” Erica said, looping her arm through Boyd’s and letting him lead her towards the dancefloor.

Ethan smiled sweetly at Danny, gently tugging at his hand.

Cora took Isaac’s hand and pulled him away, followed by Scott and Allison and then Lydia and Jackson, leaving Stiles and Derek standing on their own in the corner of the room.

“You look incredible,” Stiles blurted out before he could stop himself.

Derek let out a breathless laugh, smiling bashfully as he bowed his head. He bit into his lip gently and looked up at Stiles through his lashes. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

Stiles felt his face flush red as he smiled.

“Do you—do you want to dance?” Derek asked.

“Can you dance in that?” Stiles asked, nodding towards Derek’s dress.

“Probably not,” Derek laughed. He held his hand out. “But I’ll give it a go if it means I get to dance with you.”

Stiles took the hand Derek offered, the two of them making their way over to the dancefloor as the melody slowed and the song began to fade into the next, Derek guided Stiles’ hands up to his shoulders, settling his hands on Stiles’ waist.

Derek took the lead. He began to move, holding Stiles close as he swayed back and forth, slowly at first.

Stiles curled into Derek more, inhaling his soft musk and settled into a sense of safety and comfort that he hadn't felt in a long time. He let his mind drift away as they swayed back and forth.

Stiles shifted slightly, resting his cheek on Derek's shoulder and watching as the strings of fairy lights danced around them.

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