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STRAY KIDS + WHEN YOU’RE BUSY AND THEY CRAVE YOUR ATTENTION !
this is smut, do not interact if under 18
pairing: skz x f!reader genre/tags: smut, fluff, nipple play, fingering, exhibitionism, voyeurism, marking, sexting, sending nudes, piv, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap ur willy), masturbation, oral (f receiving), dry humping, pussy slapping, multiple orgasms, spanking, there is probably more but i’m too lazy to write them all words: 4.4k
[note] if you remember seeing this before yes i’m the original author i didn’t plagiarize lol, i made a new blog and was formerly known as @milkychae but deleted a while ago. i’ll be reposting all my old deleted fics and using this as an archive !
BANG CHAN. It was finals week, aka your personal hell. You were always super nervous about tests and if you didn’t score over an 80% that may as well be a failure to you. You sighed as you opened yet another textbook to read, your dickhead professor thought it would be a good idea to pile more homework on top of the fact knowing you all needed to study. Your major was biochemical engineering so you shouldn’t have been too shocked by all this intense workload. As you were sitting on the bed you heard a noise come from the door, looking to the left of you to see Chan coming inside. You don’t really put much thought into it though since you see him literally everyday and you were just really focused on studying right now. That’s when Chan starts to come up behind you, rubbing your shoulders and planting a kiss to your cheek.
“Hiii y/n, I’m back!” He says cheerfully, “I couldn’t wait to see you baby,” he proceeds to try and pry the textbook out of your hands so you can give him your full, undivided attention but you pull it back.
“Sorry babe but I really, really need to study right now.” You tell him with an exhausted look on your face. You’ve been studying for only 2 and a half hours but it feels like the entire day.
Chan looks at you and puts his arm around you, “You look so tired sweetie, why don’t you let me give you a massage?” He asks, already starting by wrapping his hands back on your shoulders.
You loved this man dearly, he just came back home from an 8 hour shift at work but is still offering to give you massages and help you out when you’re stressed. You want to tell him no and that you seriously need to focus back on studying but the intrusive thoughts were slowly winning. Ultimately you gave in to Chan’s desires and he gave you a gentle massage. The massage started off pure at first with no intention of going any further but then his hands slipped a little too far and came in contact with your nipple. He noticed you weren’t wearing a bra underneath so he slips his hand through the opening of your t-shirt, light moans were now leaving your mouth from his touch.
“I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day babe,” Chan softly whispers while pinching your nipples, bringing his other hand down to your thigh and gently caressing it. Chan has always been good at being a distraction for you and his cock is definitely what you need instead of reading about the Principles and Techniques of Molecular Physics.
LEE KNOW. Saturday nights were the best, you had no work and got to do whatever you wanted for the whole day. You weren’t much of an outgoing kind of person so you chose to stay in and have your boyfriend Minho come over and be lazy with you. You were wrapped up in your cozy sherpa blanket watching your favorite kdrama season finale, you and Minho both loved kdramas but you got way too into them. Your eyes have been glued to the show since Minho got there and you only spoke about three sentences to him. He’s sitting on the couch next to you and he’s not as remotely interested in the show as you are, he keeps looking around the room and sneaking glances at you from time to time.
He can’t stop noticing how cute you look today, you were wearing very light makeup and had messy hair. He thought you looked so adorable in your current state, just in awe of your natural beauty. He wraps his arm tightly around you and tries to give you a kiss, but you quickly pull away from him so you can focus back on the TV, not trying to miss anything. Minho gets visibly upset by this, he wants to give you his affection yet you’re currently denying it. He tries one more time to kiss you but you continue to keep pulling away to watch the show. That’s when he decides he’s had enough and grabs the remote to turn off the TV, causing you to get frustrated with him.
“What the hell Minho?!” You say in confusion, you were getting so close to knowing who the girl’s father finally was.
He doesn’t say anything, instead he just starts roughly kissing you, pushing you down on the couch and hovering over your body. He pulls away leaving you breathless, then proceeds to nibble on your earlobe, dragging his tongue further down to lightly suck on your neck, touching a certain spot that makes you inhale sharply. He brings one of his hands to your stomach, rubbing it gently. Beginning to toy with the hem of your sweatpants and wants nothing more than for them to be off.
He was almost going to give in to that idea but a new one came to mind, an even more sinister thought. He grins as he continues rubbing down your thigh, you want him to wipe that smirk off his face so badly because you have no idea what he’s up to. Wondering what he could possibly be thinking about right now. Minho brings his fingers to your clothed heat, sliding them inside the sweatpants and starts rubbing your clit through your panties. You moan for him as you close your eyes, feeling the friction. You buck your hips in the air so you can feel more of him, but Minho grips your hips and holds them firmly in place.
“No, stop. No moving ‘til I say so,” Minho says sternly, giving your clothed pussy a little slap as he looks at you. “Since you’re so willing to ignore me, I get to tell you what to do from now on.”
CHANGBIN. You’ve been cleaning the entire house preparing for your parents to come over for dinner. You wanted to make sure that everything was perfectly spotless and the amount of cleaning you did today could account for your whole lifetime. You were cleaning the stove and just as you were about to grab another clean sponge you see Changbin with a whole box full of donuts from Krispy Kreme.
“How’s it goin’ babe?” Changbin asks while setting the donuts onto the table, he sees you wearing an apron and giant yellow gloves, “looks like you’ve been doing some serious, hard labor!”
“I’ve been cleaning for 5 hours now..” You say with an exhausted look on your face, “I haven’t even finished cleaning the stove yet.”
“Who cares about the stove y/n,” Changbin says, chuckling at your frustration about needing everything to be neat and tidy.
“I’m serious Binnie, I need to clean everything and make sure it’s all perfect!” You tell him while pouting.
“Why don’t you take a break babe.” He suggests out of concern, grabbing your hands to take your gloves off and sets them aside. He slowly brings your body up against the wall behind you, kissing you passionately. He must have been wanting you all day by the way he was hungrily kissing you, the man was sucking on your face for dear life, exploring the depths of your mouth as both your tongues were intertwined. He takes off your apron and grips his hands around your waist while your leg wraps around him, he held you so securely.
As things got more heated, and all your clothes were off, he aligned himself inside you. Your hands were snaked around his neck as you desperately move your hips to feel his cock, feeling every bit of his thrusts in you. Letting out a high-pitched moan as you grab a fistful of his hair and scream his name. Your legs grew weak with each and every stroke Changbin gives you, feeling like you’re going to faint. He continues pounding into you like no tomorrow and you hold tightly onto his shoulders for support. His skin was sticky and sweaty from all the work he’s putting into fucking you, his face looked super focused as he was hitting all the right spots. He was fucking all your stress away at this point and you were feeling so good. You feel yourself coming to your peak as he thrusts into your dripping heat, you’re seeing stars at this point. The harder his strokes were getting, the faster you were to reaching your climax.
“Mmm…gonna cum!” You cry out in pleasure, slowly losing your grip on him as you slip from his grasp. Changbin swiftly picks you up and pins you harder into the wall, making sure you don’t go anywhere by fully pinning his body up against yours. You feel so connected to each other in this very moment as you’re both about to cum, both letting out a string of moans in unison. You both reach your highs together, dizzy as your orgasm washes over you, feeling his cum leaking out of your cunt and dripping down to your leg. You just spent the whole day cleaning and now you have to get cleaned up before your parents come in approximately 30 minutes.
HYUNJIN. It was a long day at work, you were about 6 hours in and you already wanted to end it all. You work at a clothing store and on this particular day for some reason everyone and their mom wanted to come shopping. You’ve been working the register nonstop and you had yet to take a break, you were so busy that you forgot to even take one. You asked one of your coworkers if they could cover for you while you go on lunch and they said yes. You were so excited to finally be able to get to sit down and eat. As you sat in the break room you checked your phone for any missed messages, you see that you have a bunch of missed texts from the new guy you’re seeing. Hyunjin’s name is plastered on your phone and you check the messages straight away, eyes growing wide at what was shown before you. Hyunjin sent you a string of messages:
‘Hey y/n, what’s up?’ [1:15 pm]
‘Imyyy’ [1:25 pm]
‘Wyd? Are you at work?’ [1:42 pm]
‘Yea you’re prob at work :P’ [2:26 pm]
‘I’m a little horny lol’ [2:41 pm]
‘I want youuuu’ [3:02 pm]
He then proceeds to send you a couple shirtless pics of him in bed and a short video of him stroking his erect cock through his boxers. You quickly look around to see if anyone would be able to notice and you don’t see anyone else in the break room besides you. That’s when you open the video fully to see the rest, quickly get turned on as your wetness is only growing. You ran to the bathroom so you can send a photo back, snapping a quick pic of your boobs under your shirt and telling him how wet that video made you at work. You love that he now comes to you for when he feels needy, you like that he craves your attention while you’re gone. He sends you another message saying how much badly he wants to fuck you and he can’t to pick you up from work. You smile at that and tell him you only have 2 more hours to go.
You realize it’s time to get back to work and now all you can think about is that damn video Hyunjin sent you. The way he was stroking his cock all nice and slow made you want to be there to give him even more pleasure. You were walking around all day with wet and sticky panties since you came a little bit from fingering yourself in the bathroom to the video. You couldn’t wait to bounce on Hyunjin’s cock all night after you get off work.
HAN. This was now the fifth dress you tried on and you still haven’t figured out a style you liked yet. You were getting frustrated but you weren’t going to let your pickiness get you down from shopping. You were at the mall with your boyfriend Han and as much as he hated shopping he liked to see you try on the pretty dresses for him so it was a win-win. You go to a different store now and you check out those dresses, making a beeline for the pink ones since that was your favorite color. You check out all the various designs and ask Han which ones he liked best, he didn’t really give much input and just picked the shortest one for you.
You gave him a playful side eye and put the dresses you didn’t like back, heading over to the dressing room so you can try everything on. As you were trying on the dresses, Han was sitting on a bench outside the door, texting all his homies. He soon started to notice how long it’s taking you in there and although you were busy trying on dresses he was getting tired of sitting here and waiting for what seemed like an eternity. He sighs as he figures out what to do, but he ends up deciding to knock on your dressing room door. You don’t reply but he can hear stuff rustling from the inside so he knocks again and tells you it’s just him.
“Uh… I think I need help,” you tell him reluctantly, he’s not sure what you need help with but he comes in anyway. He sees you standing in the dressing room with your hands in the air and the dress halfway up your body, he starts to laugh at how you were stuck in it.
“This isn’t a laughing matter, please help get this damn thing off of me!” You whine, and he begins to unzip the dress from the back, releasing you from its tight grip. You feel like you can finally breathe once again and slip the dress off of you, now completely naked in front of Han. You were only wearing your skimpy g-string and you had your nipples pierced which Han loved about you. He looks you up and down, licking his lips as if he was about to destroy you. The only thought in his head right now was to kiss you, so he grabs your face and crashes his lips into yours, moving some of your hair out the way. You kiss him back but harder and even more passionately, letting him fondle your boobs and play with your piercing. As he toys with your nipples he looks at you with pure lust, his eyes were all hazy and he looked nothing but in love with you. He started kissing your chin and licked the side of your neck, making you get all wet and worked up for him.
“We shouldn’t be doing this right here baby,” you tell Han as he continues roaming all over your body.
“Doesn’t that make you wanna do it even more though?” He says mischievously, sucking on your neck and giving you small hickies. You knew the chances of getting caught were very high but at this moment, you didn’t really seem to care. All you wanted right now was Han and that’s all that was on your mind. His hands slid down between your legs, spreading your pussy lips with his fingers and coating them with your essence. Your wetness was leaking down to your thighs and it took everything in you not to scream from Han’s touch. He inserts two fingers in your tight little hole and goes in and out slowly, you press your lips together trying not to make a sound, so he covers your mouth.
“Shhh… quiet babe,” He whispers into your ear.
FELIX. It’s not secret to Felix that you were a workaholic, you often immersed yourself in your work a little too much. He knows you are an independent woman that enjoys the freedom of working but at the same time he really wishes you’d give that same energy towards him sometimes. You traveled a lot for work and although you two live together, it still puts a strain on your relationship being apart for long periods of times. Felix loves to be around his lover and the fact you are always so busy with work makes him want to shower you with even more love and affection when he sees you. You were gone on another usual business trip but this time it was for a week, that was the longest you’ve gone for work and it was driving him insane. Everyday he thought of you and he would text you little things that he saw randomly throughout the day that reminded him of you. You always appreciated how much Felix adored you and your work ethic, he loved you for you.
The day you came back home from work Felix came to you with open arms, he was more than excited to see you again and all he wanted for the past week was the attention of his beautiful lover.
“I’ve missed you so so much baby,” Felix says whilst giving you the biggest hug, his body was so warm and you melted right into him. You gave him a kiss and he moves you both over to the couch, pulling away from kissing you for a second with a weird grin plastered on his face.
“What’s with that look?” You ask, wondering what he’s thinking in that head of his.
“I got you a little something, I’ll be right back,” he quickly runs to your shared room and comes back with a black box in his hand.
“What’s this?” You ask curiously, holding the box up to examine what it could be.
“Just open it, you’ll be surprised.”
You do as you’re told and open the box, you see a purple velvet bag and you open to see what’s inside. It was a vibrator, it had multiple settings and looked very high quality and expensive. You instantly blushed as you held the item in your hand, looking up at Felix so he can explain what’s going on.
“I wanted to get something to relieve your stress..” he continues “because you’re always so busy and stuff, y’know.”
You smile at the naughty gift your boyfriend gave you, giving him another kiss and thanking him.
“Want to use it on me now?” You ask, knowing that he’ll say yes to you in a heartbeat. Felix’s eyes light up like a kid in a candy store and he agrees without hesitation. He sits next to you on the couch with the toy in his hand and you’re now making out. As one thing leads to another, you end up naked lying on your back with your legs spread wide out for him. He has the toy on one of the highest settings and you’ve squirted about three times for him already.
“Come on baby, you can give me another. Just one more,” Felix says demandingly, having too much fun with this toy.
You spring your head back as you feel the toy in your soaking wet entrance, you don’t know how much more of this you can take. Your legs were violently shaking and the couch was soaked with your juices, you felt like you didn’t have anything left in you. Felix keeps fucking the toy in and out of you making you scream out for him, he palms himself through his pants as he does it.
“I never want you to be away from me again y/n,” Felix’s deep voice rasps as he pumps the toy into you deeper, “I mean it this time.”
SEUNGMIN. You were laughing hysterically as you were scrolling through TikTok, you’ve been glued to your phone for hours at this point. You showed Seungmin, who was sitting next to you on his bed yet another TikTok that he probably wouldn’t think is funny. You put the screen up to his face to show him the video and he looks but doesn’t really seem that interested. You tell him how funny you think the video is and he just shrugs his shoulders.
“You know, I’d rather have you shoved in my face rather than a phone.” Seungmin says to you.
‘Ok boomer’ you think to yourself, not wanting to actually say it incase he gets offended. You decide to just ignore his comment and go back to watching hilarious TikToks. Seungmin starts to get bored and he when he gets bored he becomes bratty. You hear him whine a little bit, looking up from your phone to see him pouting and all you want to do is give him a kiss.
“C’mere,” You command for him to come closer, he quickly does so looking like a lost puppy. He plants a chaste kiss to your lips, then begins to leave a trail of kisses down your neck. He slips a hand under your tank top and lightly squeezes your boob. You sigh as you feel him innocently brush past your nipples, then he trails some more kisses down your stomach. Once he makes his way down to your lower body, he quickly takes off your pants with ease. Teasing your clothed pussy a little bit, watching as a wet spot starts to appear from the outside, he circles your clit and starts to sniff you.
“You smell good baby,” Seungmin compliments, finally taking off your panties and tossing them somewhere on the bed. He kisses the inside of your thighs and feels the warmth of your skin on his lips. He loves every inch of you and he wants to take his time with you. Flicking his tongue on your clit and you hiss at the feeling, you want him to fuck you with his tongue. He licks a nice long stripe across your wet folds, staring up at you while doing so, your phone still in your hand the whole time. Seungmin brought his head up more to face you, “keep looking at your phone while I eat you out babe, pretend like I’m not even here.”
You comply with his instructions, continuing to watch TikToks like normal and Seungmin goes back to devouring your pussy like the good boy he is.
JEONGIN. It was a very nerve wrecking day for you, you were meeting Jeongin’s parents for the first time today. You put on your most expensive Dior perfume and prettiest heels to meet his mom since Jeongin told you she was very into fashion and can tell when girl’s wear cheap perfume. You wanted to impress this woman as much as possible since this was definitely going to be the man you wanted to marry someday. Jeongin reassures you the whole day that she was going to love you regardless,
“Even if you wore perfume from the Dollar Tree she’d still like you!” He tries to give reassurance. You don’t believe that’s true but when you get to his mom’s house you meet her and the rest of his family. His dad was super nice and everyone was very welcoming towards you. You were actually shocked by how chill and laid back everyone was, you felt bad for assuming that they would be mean to you. Jeongin’s mom was the last person you met, when you met her she came off as a little timid but then she started to warming up to you once you started having a lot of things in common.
She was really sweet and super funny, you now know why Jeongin is such a charming guy. You see Jeongin come up to you so he can pull you away from his mom for a bit but his mom brushes him off to tell him she wasn’t finished talking. He walks away with a defeated look on his face and you continue talking with his mom. When the food is ready everyone gathers at the table to eat and you sit beside Jeongin, his mom was across from you both. You were busy for most of the day talking with his family and getting to know everyone. He wanted to be with you but he couldn’t even get the chance, feeling left out in the conversation. You feel your phone vibrate from the table and you pick it up to see who it is, seeing that it’s from Jeongin but you’re confused because he’s sitting right next to you. You turn towards him to ask him why he just texted you but he puts his finger to his mouth to tell you it’s a secret. You place your phone under the table to look at the message,
‘Come meet me in the bathroom upstairs by the laundry room ;)’
You instantly blush from reading that text and try to hide your flustered expression. You look at him and nod your head to signal that you understand. Jeongin shoots his head up and tells his parents who were across the table from him that he needs to be excused to go to the bathroom. You shoot yourself in the foot thinking about what excuse you can come up with so you both don’t look sketchy.
“Sorry please excuse me I have to take this important call for my job,” you quickly say to his parents as you head over to where you’re supposed to go.
You meet Jeongin in the bathroom where he told you to and you went straight to heavily making out. He grabs your ass and spanks it lightly, “How long you think we can be in here before they start to notice?” You ask, his lips now glued to your neck.
“I dunno, I honestly don’t really give a fuck.” He says bluntly, turning you around to face the sink and the mirror, pressing his bulge against your ass. He starts grinding his dick against you slowly, kissing your neck and running his fingers down your body. He lifts up your dress and drags his cock to rub against your clothed cunt, you lowly moan his name and he smiles. He’s about to fuck you so hard against this sink all the while his parents not having a clue where you two went.
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college!au with miguel omg, hear me out. him slipping into your dorm late at night to help you study—he promised promised promised. but unfortunately, the books and papers are scattered on the floor, the only thing that could be heard in the room are your soft whimpers, his low grunts, and your bed frantically squeaking <3
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"Shhh," Miguel cooed, buried balls deep in your cunt, "she's gonna hear us."
Too late. Your roommate was sure to give you an earful in the morning.
You were well past the stage of keeping quiet, your whines and mewls erupting from you as soon as Miguel slithered into your dorm around midnight with the guise of "studying."
Your biochem textbook and endless notes were scattered across your floor,—pens and highlighters decorating your carpet when Miguel swiped them off your cheap spring bed, promising to help you study as soon as he got just a little taste of you.
Well, that was an hour and a half ago and he got much more than just a taste. You both had a midterm in two days, and all he'd done was make you come on his cock twice since he’d arrived. You'd doubted that'd be on the exam.
"M-Miguel," you moaned, tossing your head back against your pillow, your pussy throbbing as he gave a particularly hard thrust, "I-I can't anymore."
"Course you can," he breathed, pressing a kiss to your lips, swallowing the noises bubbling out of you, "just one more," he promised, "just one more and we can study for however long you want, hm? How does that sound?"
Miguel and his stupid promises.
He was slamming into you now, holding your trembling thighs, finding the sweet spot that you so desperately craved. Your bed shook, the wooden headboard banging against the wall with every snap of his hips.
Your body seized, cunt clamping down on his cock and Miguel grunted, slowing down his movements.
"Fuck," he groaned, "you're about to cum, aren't you?"
You didn't answer, caught in a euphoric state when his cock slammed into you just right. You sobbed, clawing at whatever you could get your hands on—your old bed sheets, a loose piece of paper under you, Miguel's toned arms. Your nails sunk into his flesh, raking down, sending him down his own euphoric path.
He groaned loudly when he came, burying his face in your neck as he rode his high, emptying his load inside you. He pulled out a few seconds later, his lidded eyes watching his come trickle out of you and onto your sheets.
You sighed at the sensation, letting your fingers trace over your swollen pussy, your digits swirling through his spend.
Miguel always made you feel good, there was no doubt about that, but you needed to seriously start studying.
He pushed you down gently against the mattress when you tried to move, gripping his cock and slapping it over your sensitive lips.
“Miguel!” You squealed, too weak to thrash against his hold, “We need to study!” He grinned, lowering himself over you to pepper your face with kisses before sliding his length into your wet channel with ease.
“We will,” he tried to persuade you, groaning at your tight heat, “just gimme one more, and we can study, I promise.”
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Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader
The first time he played with his new doll was during the biochemistry class you were forced to take. He promised that he would take all the notes for you, all your dumb brain has to do is stare at the open books. He was smart enough to multitask.
Jolting down the notes with one hand, and his free hand playing with your pussy. His hand was obscured from view, thanks to the table and nobody sat beside you. He pushed your panties aside, relishing how you whimpered when he began to stroke your cunt gently, getting you wet.
He leaned in to whisper to you, “There you go, dove. Be quiet, okay? That's all you need to do, dumb girl.” You could barely nod back to him, biting your lower lip, your fingers gripping your pen tighter and your eyes rolling back when his thumb begins to circle your clit.
He teases you for the entire hour of the class, deliberately ignoring your G-spot. Whenever his fingertips grazed the spongy spot, your gummy walls clenched around his digits. And he flashes a small smirk as he feels your walls twitch, begging for more.
He sped up when there was ten minutes in the class. You look at him with glossy eyes, whispering that you can't, that you'll be loud if you cum. He doesn't reply but lets his fingers curl up, pressing right into the spot he neglected, and grins as he feels your gasp and the way your cunt spasmed around him.
You ignored the way people stared at you, telling your professor you were fine. And you glared at Coriolanus for the remaining minutes of the class. Snow sucks his digits coated with your arousal clean when no one else is looking and hands you the notebook filled with words you'll never read.
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[cw: smut, thigh riding, fingering, edging]
I SAW YUJIN CLIPS FROM THE LATEST IVE ON AND I JUST HAD TO WRITE THIS‼️‼️ look at her... LOOK AT HERRRR 😩😩😩😩😩 (but not too much, she's my bf 😤)
college au where yujin is a cool and super smart biochem major that kinda gets too focused on her studies that she doesn't really notice you sometimes, which only makes you feel super needy bcs you really miss ur clingy gf but her having tons of workload changed everything in your relationship 💔 but it's not too much of a bad thing! yujin still finds comfort in knowing that you're around her while she's doing work, she can just grab you and hug you if she's feeling like she's sinking way too low into exhaustion — you're her little energizer!! 🥺 but sometimes a hug ain't enough for you :((
one day you're just walking around her room, looking at the polaroids on the wall, the picture frames on her table, the books on her bookshelves... eventually getting bored and just sitting beside yujin on the bed who, as usual, had her eyes clued to her laptop typing away what seems to be her sixth paper of the day??? "baby, aren't you tired?" you were pouting, and a frown only grew on your face when yujin shook her head, but you can see the tired look in her eyes and the way she has slouched over :(( "liar." you muttered before crawling around and settling yourself behind your girlfriend. she was about to complain until you put your hands on her shoulders and started massaging her gently,,
"you're the best, i swear." yujin sighs in bliss, finally releasing the tension on her back,, you hugged her tightly and kissed her cheek, earning a pat on the arm and a sweet smile before she focused on her screen again,,, seriously, she cannot take a hint 😭 you ended up giving her tons of kisses!! from her cheeks, to her temples, to her hair, to her nape, and then to her neck.. where she of course stopped ignoring you anymore after you've snuck your cold hands underneath her sweater, feeling her stomach... "(y/n)... okay, get on here." she finally says!!
making out with yuj on her lapppp 😵💫 her closing her laptop from behind you before putting her hands all over you :(( good thing you wore short and thin shorts today bcs you wouldn't feel yujin sneaking her thigh in between your legs and pulling you down so you could press your core against her :((( bucking your hips slowly while she kissed your neck, whispering things to you to get you even more wet,, "you've been a bit lonely, haven't you, babe? don't worry. tonight's gonna be all about you," and "i really did miss you too... i'll show you just how much, 'kay?" omgomg her looking up at you with a big smile, she looked so cute with those big glasses perched on her nose you couldn't help but kiss her again :((((
yujinnie fucking you while you're wearing only her shirt 😩 clutching onto her sweater while she spreads your cunt with her fingers,, she can't stop kissing you too!! she has already left so many marks on you and she only continues to leave more,, she has to let people know you're her baby!! 😤
whining when she pulls her fingers out of you just when you're about to come :(( "i want you to come on my thigh, baby. ride." she tells you while licking your wetness off her fingers,, it was the most attractive thing you've seen 😵💫 sihsdkjf yujin grabbing your hips and pressing her thigh against your wet pussy, starting you off in a moderate pace and only letting you go after you were riding her yourself,,, so fast and so desperate to come,,, moaning her name over and over the closer you get to your climax,,, but she rips it away again when she forces you off her thigh :((
"y-yujin-ah, please... i need you, let me come..." you knew yujin had a thing for you begging but you hated the edging part, especially during this time!!!
"right now? but we have the whole night..." yujin wasn't a monster, of course. she'll let you come early, she just thinks you look so cute when you're needy like this 😣😣 it was specially entertaining for her when you didn't even try to beg anymore and just grabbed her hand and put it close to your pussy, looking at her with a pleading look and a pout :((( how could she ever say no to her pretty baby??
yujin sliding her fingers back inside you,, thrusting into you at an insane pace but you're also riding her :(( tears rolling down your cheeks while you hugged her, rocking your hips like crazy on her hand,,, no doubt her dorm mate can hear you from the next room but neither of you really cared,, yujin does three things that made you lose your head: she plunged her fingers inside you as deep as she could, pressed her thumb against your clit, and bite your neck,,, you screamed her name as you came,, making a mess on her hand and her legs 😵💫😵💫
your cunt still on her bare thigh while you're coming down from your high shsdcdnkhs yujinnie slowly moving her leg so she could still stimulate you,,, laughing at your soft whines and patting your ass,, she would let you rest now but as soon as you've recovered.. 🫣
#ive smut#ive x reader#ive imagines#ive x fem reader#ahn yujin smut#ahn yujin x fem reader#ahn yujin imagines#ahn yujin x reader#yujin smut#girl group x reader#girl group smut#girl group imagines
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Hey I know you’ve probably already been asked this but what type of chemistry do you use for breaking bread like biochem and where did you learn this or have any book recommendations to pick it up? Also ty in advance I love your writing!!💕💕
oh my fucking god. oh my god. buddy. buddy you have made my fucking LIFE ASKING THIS OH GOD
So like, most of the chemistry I've used so far has just been Genchem and O Chem(with a wee few modifications to make it believable as a Cybertronian discipline, like Transformium being able to hold 4 bonds like Carbon but preferentially forming bonds w metals and needing an EMP pulse to interact w more electronegative atoms) I may wind up needing to get into a bit of Inorganic chemistry, but that's probably fewer and further in between. If you want a better handle on the stuff I'm writing or if you just want to learn more in general, then I'd recommend giving yourself a lil crash course in Genchem and then delving into O chem a bit more extensively (protip : you need WAY less Genchem then you'd think to fully understand O chem. God I wish someone had told me this 5 years ago. If you search "Genchem for non majors", you'll probably learn enough that way.)
THAT SAID : here's a chaotic, not really in any order list of the books/youtube channels/etc that I've directly used/am using for this fic.
Books :
Caveman Chemistry, Kevin R Dunn - Alot of hands-on old timey historical chemistry lessons w detailed instructions on how to complete them.(YOU GET TO MAKE YOUR OWN ASPIRIN AND DRAIN CLEANER!) Delivered with a delightfully occult bend.
Back To basics,(Reader's Digest) - Survivalist homesteading bible. Not strictly chemistry but has alot of earthy hippy ways of generating energy( biofuels my beloved)
An Introduction to Fire Dynamics, Dougal Drysdale - Honestly this, and any other firefighting manuals are worth their weight in gold for figuring out how to not set yourself and your neighborhood on fire while playing with, well, fire. Trying to look this info up online is like playing russian roulette with intentional misinformation and your fbi guy.
(there's another book I have that's even more detailed but I can't find it right now or remember the name. I'll update this list when I can!)
Organic Chemistry, John Mcmurray 8th edition : generic but good college O chem textbook. You can search around and find free versions to download relatively easily.
The Organic Chem Lab Survival Manual, James W Zubrick - Also a very good way to learn how to not set yourself and your neighborhood on fire when playing with glassware/gases. Very in-depth instructions on setting up and using lab equipment without breaking anything or your brain. Has a fuckton of pictures. Author has a massive sense of humor and makes this heavy subject easy to read. Again, easy to download/find in archives
Unfortunately I do not have any recommendations for Genchem books. I mostly used free online courses like Khan Academy to learn what I did.(I would def. recommend them though)
Youtube Channels :
The Organic Chemistry Tutor : Dude puts everything from reaction mechanisms to retrosynth problems down in the simplest possible terms. Does not beat around the bush with euphemisms or stories, gets right to business. If you have trouble paying attention, or lose your mind when a professor goes off on a tangent, this man is your savior. I have crippling unmedicated ADHD and no STEM background whatesoever and this man still managed to teach me 2 separate ways to execute a Gabriel Synthesis
Nile Red : World's most inefficient and most powerful wizard. I am not entirely convinced he's human. Does shit like turning plastic gloves into drinkable grape soda or making sweeteners out of his own piss and somehow makes it explainable to trash goblins like me who only need the science for warlord pussy.
again, anon, holy shit thank you so much. Like you wouldn't believe the amount of damage you've just undone. i have been beating myself into a pulp and spiraling into anxiety about this fic an trying to do everything right and you've given me enough moxie to fuel me for at least the next 10 chapters. If you have any more questions or more specific questions, please do not hesitate to ask! I can't guarantee I can answer them, but damnit I'll try. Take care and happy learning you funky lil moonbean.
#Breaking Bread#megatron#megatron/reader#I know I don't need those tags but lord I'm relishing the thought of ppl stumbling upon this w 0 context#u know what I'ma go ahead and pin this thing.#Took me YEARS just to find out exactly WHAT I needed to learn and WHERE to learn it#if I can save someone from wasting all that time then that'll be nice
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Jukebox reviews part 31! For context, see my post “A Project” under this same tag. If you want to see a full list of his EMCSA stories, they can be found here, sorted alphabetically.And if you want to see some of his drabbles, check out his blog at @jukeboxemcsa
Trust in Me
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7/23/2016 mc mf fd
This is such a good use of a hypnosis trope, and I love how smoothly she does it. And I love how she uses her size, strength, and grappling skill to work with her use of tropes and hypnotic instincts. That all said, a lot of the sensory descriptions - especially at the end of the story - just ... *no*. They sound miserable and my brain goes "DO NOT WANT" so firmly it knocks me out of the story. 8/10 spirals
Uniform (Jukebox)
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7/30/2016 mc mf md
I don't understand latex. I just don't. So there's layers here I don't get or find hot. That out of the way, the way she just loses herself into the act of getting into uniform, into the role she takes while at work, is something I *do* enjoy quite a lot. The change from a dynamic gal who does parkour moves to get to work and wishes she'd had a Supergirl t-shirt on into a mindless pet? That is *hot,* no question. 9/10 spirals.
Breathe It In
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8/6/2016 mc ff
*laughs* the last couple of lines make this story wonderful. This is the sort of interplay I love so much: a little bratting, a lot of loss of control, and some deliciously hot brainwashing thrown in. I do wish we had more of a sense of the exact nature of the brainwashing - the problem with amnesia suggestions and third person limited narration is that we just don't get all the fun, hot details - but still. It's just good and lovely and just the sort of playful dynamic I enjoy, both in fiction and real life. And I'd never be partial to the scent of a flower being helplessly hypnotic, no, not at all. (By which I mean yes, yes I am, for Reasons(tm) ) 10/10 spirals.
Pussy Control
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8/13/2016 mc mf md
Wait, since when is a biochem lab only 2 hours long? Mine were closer to 3 hours! Electrophoresis prep and testing takes a certain amount of time, after all! As do all the other sorts of blots and chromatography columns and other things that you work with in biochem! And also, of all the classes you could skip, a lab is BY FAR the worst one. Daniel's at *best* a sloppy hypnotist, if not predatory, to not have put safeties in to make sure Mallory didn't let her schoolwork slip in ways that can't be recovered from. (Look, my degree's in biochem, this is *personal* for me now :P) The concept's hot enough - mostly, anyway - but the lack of care for a degree Mallory's spending significant money on just ... irritates me in a way I can't shake. 6/10 spirals
Keeper of the Flame
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8/20/2016 mc mf fd
This is a miss for me. It's mostly magic, in a way that doesn't work for me, and hypnotizing someone just to have a kid is ... it squicks me out. I can't rate this one fairly.
Fix You
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8/27/2016 mc mf md
Another therapist betraying a client story, another one I can't effectively rate. But if you like that trope, give it a look!
My Mind Is Gone
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9/3/2016 mc ff
This is cute and sweet and rather not ethical but like, in a tender way? In a "I care about this person a lot but also I'm horribly tempted by this so I'm going to do it in the gentlest way I know how" kind of way that I'm tentatively ok with in fiction. Especially when it's so *accidental* at first. The gals are sweet and cute and I hope that this starts a lovely relationship between the two of them 'cause I'm a romantic at heart, darn it. 8/10 spirals.
Afterglow
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9/10/2016 mc ff
Oh, this is so, so good. Not that oxytocin works like that, but still. The implications of the turning the tables on someone who was behaving a bit unethically are ... not my favourite part? but they do add to the context and the heat of it. And hey, both of the ladies seem happy enough together! 8/10 spirals
Radio Daze
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9/24/2016 mc mf ff
Well, if you're going to get brainwashed into missing a music festival, Altamont was probably the one to miss. But brainwashing people via a radio station that can be heard on the highway? that's just *begging* for trouble. C'mon, have a bit in there that encourages people driving by to change the station or something, so you don't have a pattern of people causing an accident and get people wondering what in the radio broadcast might have done it! Besides that, though, this story just doesn't quite hit for me. It doesn't feel like there's a real change so much as a nudging of what's already there, and even that doesn't feel like something we see clearly. 6/10 spirals.
When I Come Around
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9/24/2016 mc mf md cb
*Oh,* now THAT'S a premise. Not the actual story itself - that's all well and good, superheros and magitech and shenanigans, I like it plenty fine - but the note it ends on? I want the story that follows this one. Maybe I'll get lucky and it'll come up in the next 220-some stories I have yet to review! That would be a lovely blend of desire and consent and resistence and all of it. This story's fine, another Liberty League story, and I like it plenty well, but I don't want it to just *end* here. It's so very magitech, but the idea of how she tries to resist, and what happens to her when she tries? oh, that's *fun* 9/10 spirals
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( o ) goodimpressionofmyself
smile like a television broadcast. eyes tuned to weightless waves of light and color. voice fit for radio, stammerin without a script
what else is there to see, bro? who else is there to be?
i know who you really are. i know what you really need. you don’t wanna think anymore, bro. all you wana do is be dumb and happy and jocked. dumb and happy and jocked. you’re not havin any second thoughts, are ya bro? that’s your mantra. that’s what you said first time you saw me standin there in full pads. chubbed up right on the spot, you got so stupid and dreamy seein me just go for it. livin my best life. my jock life. i know how bad you wanted this. all those nights we stayed up talkin. you begged to be on the team. begged me to slip you a copy a the orientation program so you could have an edge on the competition. dived right in and started loopin the file. stayin up all night deletin yourself to hit those weights first thing every mornin. bout fuckin nutted on the spot first time i let you try on my helmet, it made you feel so dumb, horny and controlled. dumb and happy and jocked. now you got one of your own. you made it. we’re in this together now, bro. that’s what you said, right? this was the man you needed to be? you couldn’t imagine a future where this didn’t happen? that you’d rather lie down and rot than go another day without this trainin, without this acceptance?
i know you’re not gonna pussy out on me, bro. you made this choice. you suited up. accepted the programmin. submitted yourself to coach’s authority. sat down right next to me while we tuned out to the play board together. that not mean shit to you, bro? don’t start pullin any a that woe is me i was a biochem major shit on me now, bro. you want a lesson on endorphin release, run like your fuckin life depended on it. i mean, what the fuck kinda second rate dumbass are you, showin up and draggin ass, while we train like motherfuckers to make bitches a these other guys. fuckin wah. you don’t really wanna be here, get off the fuckin field, bro. either you’re fit to wear the gear, or you’re not. knock that shit off, bro
hey, bro. brooooo. come on, bro. don’t be that way. ballbustin ya cause i love you, bro. want you to succeed, want you to acclimate yourself fully to your new place on the team. hey. come here. come here, bro. hard for some guys, givin themselves up. throwin away everythin they used to be. everythin they thought they were. bet if you say the words along with me, you’ll find yourself slippin right back into that headspace, right back into the way you’re supposed to be, the way you need to be. give it a try, bro. dumb and happy and jocked. dumb and happy and jocked. yeah, that’s it. gettin a lil dizzy, huh? a lil light headed? prolly a lil bit stiff inside your pads? haha, don’t stop now, bro. keep goin. dumb and happy and jocked. dumb and happy and jocked. dumb and happy and jocked. hell yeah bro. gettin so tight inside that jock, bet it’s about to sting like a motherfucker. bet you’re tempted to unbuckle those pants right now, reach down into your tight ass comp shorts, right down into that sweaty ass jock, and yank that bad boy out right here on the field for everyone to see, huh? not the only python. unleash the beast. nothin in heaven or earth’s gonna contain that monster, haha
too fuckin bad, bro. you’re a football player now. that still means somethin in this crazy mixed up world a ours. another golden boy. upstandin model a collegiate manhood. you owe it to yourself, and to your team, and to the school not touch your dick, at least while the cameras are rollin, haha. hey. try to keep your hands off that monster til we’re back at the house, we can find you a nice tight hole to fill, huh? not in the mood to wait, you can learn to enjoy bein pent up and horny. we don’t make this next pass, coach’ll teach us the meanin a self-restraint the hard way, bro. weldin tools. workshop. that’s not a cup bulge over there on #34. can see the padlocks jinglin on his helmet. on the straps of his shoulder pads. i’ll let you use your imagination, you’re a smart guy… haha, not
get your helmet back on, meathead. we got us a game to win
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#[for archival purposes only]#*masturbates furiously*#gear gear gear#football only football#you know it bro
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First off thank you to AdamFrankenstein for turning me onto my OTP. However as we must come to recognize at times good partners =/= good parents, as you’ll see shortly.
As they graduated and got older Doris and Leslie stayed as close as ever, a civilians nightmare but each others dream partner in crime. Doris was all but forced to go to college as her parents placed a very high value on her education, she hated the idea at first but found that the athletic scholarship she earned meant she got to do what she loved most, physical activity! Her attendance was as minimal as required but it was still a big enough dent in their mischief time with Leslie that Les got...lonely. She'd never admit it in a trillion years but she signed up for classes too, considering she picked them less off her interests and more off of what classes she'd share with Doris she flunked out pretty quickly. When she wasn't doing classes, villainy, and posting on her usual gossip site, she was recording rock music in room and sometimes in the Zeul's garage.
Doris graduated, she wasn't gonna make it anywhere big with her hostility and lack of a sense of teamwork but eventually she was hired as a training coach for a smaller gym, think crossfit drill sergeant type. She still lived at home with her parents but considering she had a job they were fine with it, not like they'd ever have the backbone to kick her out anyway. Leslie on the other hand got her big break when her music was picked up on a radio show for newbie night. Over the years she’d been slowly but surely growing in popularity and unfortunately had to leave Doris to go on tours but they both sent plenty of pictures of the damage they caused along the way. Doris actually introduced Leslie to her parents and they enjoyed that she was…slightly less rude than their daughter. Yet even under their hardened exteriors the Zeul’s saw how downtrodden their daughter would get when she was gone and started prodding her with questions about when they planned to get married. Doris severely lashed out at first but later brought up the subject to Les like it was a joke.
To which Leslie saw right through it and replied, “What are you? A pussy?” And a few weeks later they were legally married. Well, they kidnapped someone who could put it in writing while under their villain identities. They didn’t want to pay the fee. Doris would quit her job and join Leslie on the road from then on as her favorite groupie.~ However, Beatrice and Francis Zeul, who desperately wanted grandchildren, surprised the ladies when they got back from their honeymoon. The Localhost Utility Mechanism 1 was a bit of a far cry from their usual love of Biochem but it felt more ethical to them than stealing dna from their daughter and her wife to make a test tube baby. The young android was programmed to already be a teenager (think frankie stein from monster high, 16 days old instead of years, etc.) and with the knowledge that Doris and Leslie were her parents.
As might be expected however, they weren’t thrilled and aren’t the best parents by any means. They both have a small sense of care for her deep down, most likely because of their connection to each other. They do visit and bring back gifts from their touring but they don’t really have a sense of what Lum1 actually likes and enjoys. Leslie doesn't seem to realize that teasing your kid and busting their chops should come with actual reassurance at some point. She doesn't want her to end up as the type of person that she would pick on in school yet this has clearly backfired. Lum1’s primarily raised by her grandparents, their permissive approach combined with her mothers neglect has implanted an insecure personality into her coding.
She takes part in many things at school, like sports, because she’s seeking out her mothers attention and approval. Especially because Doris is definitely the most outwardly affectionate of the two, giving her pats on the head, calling her champ; despite having her own bullies an insecurity in her youth, asking Lum1 if she’s lived up to their standards yet…(not in those exact words but you get it.) She longs to be on the gymnastics or cheerleading team but convinced herself it was a ‘weak girl’ sport and instead gets herself bruised and short circuited every week on the basketball team.
Deep down Lum1 feels like she’s only as valuable as what she can offer others which is how she ended up befriending another group of supervillains much like herself. She isn’t exactly a villain and she often finds herself feeling badly for their victims' plights, but she could never truly understand what they go through as a robot? Could she? Her pre-programmed destiny couldn’t possibly be wrong and she feels so much better using her powers to be part of a team than using them to help her grandparents with chores! At least she tells herself that.
#dcshg19#dcshg#dcshg 2019#dc super hero girls#GigaWire#gigawire#superhero next gen#dcshg next gen#dcshg ng#robot#wlw#villain
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Steven was a self described gay nerd. He enjoyed anime, gaming, and roleplay. He was a biochem major, and he was overweight and anti social. He also wore glasses to boot! But loved the big strong guys in anime and games. He loved playing a brutish barbarian in roleplay for the same reason. To imagine a big hairy dumb brute of a man. Took him a few years to accept it was more than just wanting to be those guys, and actually wanting to be dominated by them. It took him a while to accept that he was gay. Hw really didn't want to be those guys though. As fun as fantasy was the idea of his mind dumbing down for real horrified him. But fantasy was nice. He moved past the justifications though and embraced being gay. This did all land him with some bullying though. It was because of this that he found himself shoved down by a rude guy in his class shouting he should "man up and try some pussy instead of being one huhuh!" Or something like that. And it qas because of this he was confused when another jockish guy jogged over to help him up and get some dirt off his shirt.
"Damn bros picking fights? What is this high school? Huhuh" the guy said as Steven put his glasses back on. Smuged and maybe scratched a bit. But he saw the guy who helped him. Darren, a dumb jock to say the least. One of the Gamma bros. Frat boys by all definitions or the word but at the very least not bullies. At least not to anyone who wasn't trying to pledge. Some hazing of the new meat is unavoidable.
"Yeah, I guess it never ends huh?" Steven sighed.
"They don't got frats in high school bro" Darren pointed out and Steven couldn't argue that point. "Anyway bro lets get those clothes washed, your glasses could use some help too" and before Steven could say anything, Darrens big muscular arm was over his shoulders and he was being escorted to Gamma Tau house. It took all his effort to adjust and hide his growing erection from feeling Darrens muscles. Soon he was inside a bedroom and Darren was forcing off his shirt and pants, tossing him a pair of black sweats and a grey Gamma Tau tank top. Steven covered his buldge through his boxers but Darren laughed "ain't nothin I haven't seen before, its just us bros" he said and when Steven grimaced at the clothes Darren shrugged. "Sorry bro only spares I got" he took Stevens dirty clothes to the wash before coming back with a glasses cleaning kit. Meanwhile Steven reluctantly changed into the loose fitting bro clothes. Darren grabs his glasses without asking "borrowed from Mark, he thinks glasses help him score huhuh" Darren explains, as if the frat boys having a kit to clean glasses needed explaining.
Darren sprayed the glasses and wiped them clean handing them back to Steven and as he put them one he was happy they were do clear, clearer than ever! He would have to ask where they got the cleaner from. As he looked at Darren his chub shrinks away as he wonders what he found attractive about the man. The hair the muscles, the male form in general suddenly didn't appeal to him for some reason. But he was feeling more relaxed. Greatful for the help from Darren. He was a cool bro. Should Steve have questioned things when his fat gut started to melt away? Or when he started getting sweaty as his muscles shifted? Yeah probably, especially as the too loose frat tank started to fit and even get s bit tight. Framing his swelling pecs and showing off his arms as his biceps swell. Or when some bimbo comes in the room asking Darren where some other guy was, Steve should have been confused when he couldn’t stop staring at her. Somehow is clear vision made him see her in a whole different way than he would have before. His erection returning as a cock shirk made its way across his face his sweatpants doing little to hide his erection. Without thinking he started to rub the front of his pants looking right at her. She grins and gives him a wave and he gives her a wink and then she leaves. Steve should definitely worry when his mind starts to fog over. Soon hes forgetting anime and biochem and most importantly, guys. Instead his head was filling with sports and partying with his bros amd girls. He started to give a dumb chuckle. No way in hell Stevie's major could be anything like Biochem. Its exercise science right? Huhuh he doesn't even fucking remember. Damn its hot in there as he pulls his shirt off and laughs when Darren gives him a look "just us bros rite?"
And Darren laughs. "Yeah bro your clothes are almost done then you can leave"
"Nah bro I kinda wanna stay" Stevie chuckled "huhuh I think I wanna rush Gamma, still got spots?"
"Yeah bro! Keep those glasses, bet the babes will find ya sexy" Darren chuckled.
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Mint, if I may ask would up be so kind as to give us a sliver, nay a crumb, of accidental pussy slayer armin? 🥹
sdghjakslfgfhkfg yeah <3 (college AU ofc)
The only reprieve from the thrum of the party is the porch, where you can barely hear the cheers and jeers of the boys inside. Compared to the humid, sticky heat of too many bodies crammed into a tiny house, the summer's night is almost chilly; you hug yourself close and feel the goosebumps that have formed.
The screen door swings open and you almost cheer, only to catch yourself when you realize it isn't Jean. This man is shorter, fine blonde locks pushed back and out of his eyes. He doesn't seen to even notice you at first, flicking the bottom of a bright red pack of cigarettes absentmindedly as he stares into the night's sky. It's strangely endearing, how he smiles to himself as he leans over the balcony and sighs. It's... strangely innocent for a frat bro- so strange that you can't help but laugh. When you do, he jumps, fumbling the carton into the yard below.
"Hey!" the blonde looks around, then furrows his brow in good-natured confusion, "Sorry, I didn't realize anyone was out here."
You shrug. He looks familiar, but you just can't place from where. "Just me."
"You're just... chilling out here? Is everthing okay?" he rubs the back of his neck, eyes darting to the door, "Did your friends leave you or something? I can call you an uber if you're alone-"
"No, no, I'm good! I just-" you clear your throat, unsure of how to explain your predicament. "Overwhelmed, I guess."
"Oh, yeah, it can be a lot in there. It'll die down soon though." Armin laughs as he pulls up one of the Adirondack chairs, flopping back against the sturdy frame. You suddenly remember where you know him from; 8am Biochemistry. He sits in the front row, same iced coffee in hand every day,, and watches the professor with the same intent and focus as he looks at you, "Wanna talk about it?"
Usually, you roll your eyes when guys ask you to 'talk' at parties. There's been countless nights where someone thought they could pretend to listen to your conversation, nod along with fake interest, and then get into your pants.
But the way Armin pats the chair's arm, inviting you in with a genuine smile, makes you lower your guard. Despite experience telling you not to, you sit on the chair's arm. Your calves brush against his knees for a moment before you pull away, but he doesn't follow.
"The guy that invited me here kind of ditched me." you sigh, picking at the front on your dress, "He hasn't even talked to me all night. I shouldn't be upset because we're just friends but-"
Armin nods slowly as you speak, those surprisingly bright blue eyes never leaving yours. He puts a hand on your knee, patting it softly, comfortingly. "You feel kind of forgotten?"
"I feel stupid!" you throw your hands into the air with a groan and your voice echoes across the empty yard, "Stupid and ugly and used because Jean's been hanging off that stupid freshman all night- "
"Jean?" Armin suddenly throws a hand over his mouth, but you catch his smirk.
"What?" you ask. Armin just shakes his head. biting his lip to hold back his laughter, "Are you laughing at me? What?"
"I'm sorry, I know you're being super vulnerable with me right now, it's just... I know exactly who you're talking about." Armin squeezes your knee playfully, smiling ear to ear. His cheeks dimple when he talks, and his nose wiggles when he laughs, "Jean's really dumb if he chose her over you."
The compliment is over the top, but it makes your cheeks burn all the same.
"You're just saying that to be nice." you snap.
"I can be nice without lying; you're much prettier. That's a fact. Definitely smarter too." Armin says it so evenly that you almost believe him, "You always ask the best questions in biochem."
"Asking questions means I'm dumb."
"Asking questions means you're smart enough to know what you don't know." Armin's hand hasn't moved. It's still that respectful height, no wandering. "Besides, you're my favorite part of that stupid class."
You slide forward, slowly moving yourself on to Armin's lap. His hands find your waist, pulling you in firmly, holding you as close as his can. "We've never even talked, Armin."
"Only because talking to pretty girls makes me nervous." he squeezes you again, thumbs digging in right above your hip bone. He finally breaks eye contact, eyes flicking to your lips for just a moment before looking up through his eye lasts once again.
You adjust in his lap again, "You're talking to me now."
"Beer makes me bold, I guess."
He leans in, nose pressed against your cheek, breath tickling your lips. He waits there, never pushing forward, never rushing. You think that, if you let him, he'd stay there indefinitely, savoring the almost kiss.
Savor. That's the perfect word. He drinks you in like every moment is worth cherishing, like every word you say is gospel and every inch of your body is holy.
For the first time all night, you feel seen.
You throw your arms around his shoulders and impatiently pull him that final inch, slotting your mouths together in a surprisingly searing kiss. Armin almost recoils in surprise, breaking the kiss for a split second before pressing back in. He hums into your skin, tongue sparing no time before dipping into your mouth.
For a gentleman, he sure is sloppy. Spit glazes your lower lip when you pull away, connecting both of you for a flash of a second.
"Hey," you clear your throat "On second thought, I do want you to call that uber."
"Did I do something wrong?" Armin immediately pulls his hands away, from where they have wandered, "I'm so sorry, I should have asked first, I totally didn't-"
You silence him with another kiss. "I was hoping you'd ride with me."
Even as Armin scrambles for his phone, he protests, "We have class at 8am!"
"Don't worry- I'll make sure we make it on time."
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coax the cold | reader x chan
Pairing: self insert, female reader x bang chan
Genre: smut, lil bit of fluff
Tags: softsub!chan, softdom!reader, virgin!chan, shyyyy!chan, lowkey awkward chan hehe, tinder hookup au, college au (very US college haha--or at least how I know it), guided sex, cowgirl, reader has nipple piercings sooo nipple play (my new kink) , hair pulling, use of petnames, praising, protected sex, fingering (f), someone’s impatient ;)
Word count: 4.2k
Recommended listening: bite by troye sivan
*photocreds to OP!
[02:05]
you are messaging: chan
me: i’m here by the bike locks? is this the right place? i don’t see a door anywhere?
Buzzing above your head, a streetlight flickered from the erratic flying of moths to the addictive yellow glow. You were never really a squeamish person, but when it came to moths, there was only so much that you could take in the uncomfortable silence of the parking lot.
A group of girls with their cropped shorts and bralettes came barreling out from a pair of doors farther down the building with music screeching from the phone speakers shoved in their tiny pockets.
“You’ve got the addy right? You didn’t hear anything about it getting shut down? Becs was telling me that they were doing ratios so it looks like we can’t bring the guys--”
You tapped on your phone screen to see if you had received a reply or if the little flame icon would flash while you watched the minutes tick by.
You had a little shame about the position that you were in, and you started to care less and less after seeing this guy’s pictures. He was somewhat illusive from what you could tell. The way that he texted in all lowercase made him seem approachable but he still wasn’t one ask for pictures of your tits or send the odd drunk text asking for you to come over.
You had send the message at this hour. It was likely that you were impatient from “playing the game” but he seemed intriguing enough.
The Friday night was filled with energy from the other side of the street across from the apartment complex. His place was situated right on the edge of campus next to a couple run down houses with windows lit by multicolored string lights and creaking doors which let out vibrating trap songs every time someone opened them. You had left a house similar to that before coming here right when it was getting boring and the boys were getting a bit handsier than you would’ve liked. You were done making out with randoms in hallways who tasted like watery beer and bad decisions.
“Um, hey! Are you y/n?” The stranger’s voice called from a fire escape door.
He was dressed simply, sort of like someone who didn’t care, or someone who hadn’t left their room since the morning. In this lighting, his hair seemed to be some kind of dark burgundy brown which was a bit different from his caramel blonde hair from the photos. You would’ve felt lied to on another occasion, but the simple trait wasn’t a game changer.
“Uh-yeah, that's me.” You smiled bluntly, not really sure even what to say in a situation like this.
Up close you saw what the pictures really didn’t give him justice: a faint press of dimples and stretching veins on his hands. You assumed that he was a bit smaller under the giant black hoodie that he wore, but he had that same kind of coziness that was just a little too dangerous for a hookup.
“I live on the third floor.” He informed you while leading up the hollow sounding cement staircase.
“Mm. Okay.”
The stranger turned his head briefly to smile back at you, “I-Its nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too.” You nodded, even though he didn’t see.
This young man’s room was nearly exactly as you had pictured it to be element by element. Like every other boy his age, he had a gaming set up with color changing LEDs on the side of his machine and a smaller TV that was hooked up to some console you didn’t care to know the name of. The floors were nearly clean and the bed made--almost like he had planned for it to be that way; you could see the dirty clothes peeping from under his bed.
The banged up beige walls were decorated with posters of indie bands that you had heard of once or twice. He had somewhat of an organized open closet that held types of CDs and vinyl too--the room itself smelled a bit dusty like the protective covers of those albums that you associated with a record store.
“You can...we can sit down if you’d like.” He rather awkwardly gestured to his full sized bed. You prayed that once you pulled the covers back later there would be no white stains.
“Okay.”
“I could-um, turn on some music maybe? If you would like?”
“Sure!” You piped trying to sound as confident and in control as possible--it was clear he wasn’t.
He fidgeted with his phone and a bluetooth speaker which startled him when he turned it on. Just like the posters on his walls, he picked some soft sounding acoustic song with a crooning folk singer that sounded like he was singing with the exclusive use of his head voice.
The stranger sat next to you clasping his hands in front of him and eyes glued to the floor.
“Sorry...this is my first time doing this.”
“Doing...?”
He smoothed back his dark locks, “You know...meeting up with someone like this after meeting through an app. Um...what do you study?”
“Biochem with a graphic design minor. You?”
You weren’t sure if this was a hook up or an interview.
“Poli Sci Human Rights stuff and sound engineering on the side.”
“Huh...thats...cool.”
Both of you nodded your heads in the silence to which he cleared his throat loudly to feel the space.
“C-can I get you anything? You thirsty or something? I can steal some of my roommate’s Smirnoff Ice--”
“--No. I’m fine. Thank you though.”
He smiled sweetly to hid the fact that he was rubbing his sweating hands against his pants.
“But...how this usually starts off, you could lay down and maybe, I could get on top?”
“Oh!” He squeaked, “Sure! I can do that.”
The bed groaned out with the shuffling of bodies and your hookup sighed out with a shaky breath and squirming legs. “Like this?”
Rather than saying more, you crawled carefully over to him to the tune of his quickening chest and widened eyes. The shier he got, the harder it was for you to keep it in--he was ridiculously cute and your mind could only run wilder thinking about how he would react to everything you were about to show him. Your hands crept to the hem of his hoodie where you teased cold thumbs to his torso.
“I’m gonna take this off you, okay?”
Chan nodded eagerly with hair fluffing once you pulled it over his head.
“Take mine off?” You hushed into his ear to which he smacked dry lips to obey you.
He took his time pulling it off you; he savored the way that your bare body looked in front of him with glossy eyes that shone with the soft pastel glow from his computer in the opposite corner of his room. His chest heaved with his excitement which only held even more shallow breaths once your top hit the floor.
“I-I can touch you?”
“You can touch me anywhere you want to, baby.” You followed his head back to the pillow where you parted his quivering lips with your own. You could feel his shock get caught in his throat, then snake out hotly from his mouth to yours. He kissed you carefully, but growing in greed once you ran the tip of your tongue over his bottom lip. His curious hands wrapped around your back where he rubbed lightly at your sides, then traversed to your chest. You sunk deeper onto him to the tune of the music skipping to the next song which sounded nearly like a chilled out pairing of twangy guitars. As far as you could tell, it sounded something like Grateful Dead.
As your hips melded into his, Chan’s whole body jerked feeling the sudden contact of your pussy grind against him. As you had expected, he had hardened instantly, and his length bobbed and tented the thick fabric of his sweats. You kissed him deeper, exploring the corners of his mouth and the inside of his lower lip while tugged at the plush skin gently.
You should have guessed, but this boy didn’t have a clue how to take a bra off, so you did the job for him, sure to give him a display at the same time just for the dramatic effect of your surprise.
“H-holy shit.” Chan oggled your breasts from below. You were certain that he didn’t notice the way that he slicked his tongue slowly over his lip at the sight of you.
“You can touch them too.” You purred back into his ear, and he eagerly brought thrilled hands to your nipples.
“They’re really...um, pretty.” He said with fluttering eyes from your breasts to your eyes. What a gentleman he was being.
You toyed with your delightfully hardened bud in your hand while he played with the other. You pulled lightly at the sliver stud piercing there to show him that he could do the same and wetted your fingertips with your tongue to bring the wet to your skin. He kneaded at your breast firmly at first, cupping it in his hand, then moved his attention to your sensitive skin aroused just from the softest touches.
Your tiny moans was all the validation that he needed to squeeze harder and pull rougher. It was as if you could see his cute pent up fantasies unfolding right before you in his sparkling brown eyes.
“Mm, that feels so good.” You coaxed him further, going to grind you ass harder into his own lap and indulging in the way that even in your shorts, your folds could part around the thick imprint of his dick.
You collapsed over his face to align your nipples nearest his tongue which he gave no more thought. Chan kissed at them with trailing breathy moans of his own that melted into you and vibrated against the metal made one with your hardened buds. He sucked too with a flicking tongue that sent heat straight down to your clit. Each time his flattened tongue would return with the wet of his spit, you felt weaker and weaker for this boy becoming more tantalizing by the second.
“Want to--want to take off even more?” The phrase barely escaped your lips.
“Mmhm.” He agreed, then took to shimming off his pants quickly and watching you do the same, revealing your sky blue panties that always soaked in the way that you liked them to.
Your show continued on, and you took two of our fingers to rub over your clit while facing him. He too had wetted a spot into his boxers that adorably bunched around the upper parts of his thighs. With your free hand, you slithered to his erection and traced the outline, leaving him on a teasing squeeze.
“B-before we do anything else...I have to tell you something?” The young man hesitated, causing you to draw your hand back.
“What is it?”
“This is like my, first time, first time. You know?”
“You’ve never--”
“--I know. It’s...kinda embarassing...and the fact that it’s happening this way...”
“You don’t want it to happen this way?”
Chan stammered, but shook his head vehemently, “That's not it. I just don’t want you to be dissapointed...since I don’t really...know what I’m doing too well.”
He cracked with a hopeful smile, and you couldn’t stand it any more.
“Babyboy, you’ve got nothing to worry about, I don’t mind.”
“You don’t?”
“No,” You scooched next to him to twist a couple of his deeply cherry red strands into your fingers, “In fact, the fact that you haven’t done this before...really turns me on. Got it?”
Chan gulped, “S-so...what-what can I do for you? I’ll do anything?”
You pressed a light kiss into his forehead with a hand trailing up his thigh and back to his dick which still throbbed with his excitement.
“How about, you show me how you jerk off this cock of yours, angel? And I can show you how I do the same? For starters?”
He licked his lips once more, hooking his hands under his waistband and freeing his cock pink, and even thicker than you had imagined. You slid yourself unto his arm to cuddle up close to him, one of your legs swung over his so he could see exactly how you played with your clit.
He wrapped his hand around his dick with a tug which elicited a tiny “ah!” from his mouth.
“That’s it...jerk your cute cock for me...just like that.”
His eyes devoured the circles made by your hand between your legs--you strung together your slick between your fingers to him to see. The clear stringy cum shone on your fingers, making the other boy whimper out seeing how it coated them.
“I want to touch you too...down there, so bad.” He pleaded after pumping faster at himself.
“Oh? Pretty boy would like to feel what it’s like to touch my dripping cunt, hm? You know that watching you makes me like this...?”
Chan gasped out at the thought, letting out an “mmhm.” that cracked in his throat.
“C-can I?”
The heat of your naked bodies intermingled and turned the air of his small room dense, and each of your senses became hyper aware in your own arousal: every hair that stood on end, every flinch of his muscles beside you, you could feel it all.
“Of course you can.”
Chan shifted, leaving his dripping cock to pulse on your thigh where he flipped on his side to dip his hand between your folds and against your swollen clit.
“Rub in circles baby, or whatever feels right to you...you’ll know if it feels good for me.”
He nodded with hands trickling down to your pussy heated between your legs.
There’s something different about him, it could be the fact that you know next to nothing about him, or how he makes you bothered.
Slowly, his fingers dip between your folds slicked from your teasing--and the way that there mere sight of him teases you. Your back arches from the press of his fingers, and your bud throbs under each and every swipe of his fingers.
“Feels good?” He whispers into your ear, tickling it.
“Mm-yes.” With your free hand, you tangle your fingers into his hair to pull right at the roots. You bite a kiss into his lip while drawing him closer to you. His lips are plush and quivering like they can’t decide what to do with all the simulation at once.
“Harder...you can press harder,” The words were airy on your tongue while your hips writhed.
“Like this?” He circled harder, wider with his digits mixing with your cum.
The room appeared to blur in your euphoria. Coupled with the gentle music playing there was a kind of peace to this boy and everything about his little space. The further he continued, the more you longed for him fully--to feel every inch of his length inside of you as you fucked him for the first time.
Your hand grabbed at his hair even tighter: a symbol that he took as a good sign. He laughed out a little at your response.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He coos. Against your thigh, his dick bobs with a flared tip, begging for more attention.
You moan out for him as you dig your heels into his bed, and watch the way that your nipples harden around the metal piercings just from his touch.
“Just you wait baby, we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.” Your kisses pull at his lower lip as you fill his mouth with more moans. “You don’t even know how fucking tight it is, how it feels when I pull you inside of me and how the friction feels when you’ll fuck me.”
Chan shivers from your words with a gulp and lets his fingers fall down to your entrance where is curiosity gets the best of him. You wince feeling his fingers fill your pussy with the wonderful way that you desperately close around his digits.
“Shit.”
“Are you ready?” You ask him permission before trailing a hand down his torso.
“--Yes,” He nods quickly, “Please. God--I want to feel it. Show me.”
You twitch from the lack of contact to your pussy when you swing your leg to straddle him. Your hips meet his, and he struggles for a moment over where to put his hands. In one motion you grind your dripping folds over his bare dick, slicking him up and down with the light grind of your hips. A broken gasp escapes from his lips which you catch with your own mouth in a kiss. His closed eyes flutter from the feeling of having you so close...but not completely yet.
“Got a condom, angel?” You caress down his cheek and let your thumb linger over his bottom lip.
Chan gives you a grunt in response before contorting his body to the side table where he fumbles for the plastic wrapper. His curtains dance a little with a breeze caught in them, likely from the window being open. The air smells a bit like water, and it’s cool and crisp in your lungs. It cools the surging heat that your body succumbs to.
You move for him to roll the condom on, tracing the muscles of his chest. His skin is untouched, unmarked, and suddenly all you crave is to see him bruised and scraped in pink. You dig your nails into his chest seeing the way he jerks at himself just a bit more while looking up at you in awe.
“H-how do we do this?” He asks.
“Just...do as I say...’kay?”
Your date nods, letting you take complete control over his body. You start at his neck with kisses that turn heavier and heavier then darker and darker. He busies his hands by cupping into your breasts and tweaking with the hardened buds.
“Just lay still, I can put in the work pup, okay?” You reach for his erection further down his body, and he finds handles in your hips and ass.
“I can do that.” He sighs out with a little groan feeling your hand squeeze at him.
At first, you tease your entrance with his head, barely letting him feel anything besides your clit against his pink tip. His skin grows dewy in his anticipation, and he licks at his lips which dry from each breathy exhale he uses to steady himself. You take your cum to wet at his dick with your hand, and push harder at his sides with your thighs.
“Tell me if you ever want me to stop, got it?”
Chan hastily nods, digging deeper into your sides.
“Fuck, just--fuck me already...I can’t...it’s really...hurts to wait--”
“Getting demanding now are you?” You tap a light slap to his face. “You’re doing what I say, not the other way around.”
“S-sorry...” He whines.
You resume, sitting properly on his length: all the way down, all the way to your cervix which screams in ecstasy from feeling him fill you so deeply.
“Fuck.” He groans, but his curse is intertwined with a beautiful giddy smile. “Its really tight. Oh god--”
You lean over him to attach your lips with his once more--a tiny distraction from the way that you start to roll your hips over his length. Chan freely lets his moans tickle your lips, each of them more gruff than the last as he looses himself in you and your rhythm. He’s dizzied: lightheaded--even you can tell. The new sensation takes him over, and he’s left a mess for you: hips trembling while you work your pussy up and down his length and his fingers claw into your shoulder blades.
Chan’s Adam’s apple bounces as he gulps dry, forming praises the best that he can. “Feels...amazing...”
You sit back, allowing his full length to tease your g-spot as you fuck him rougher, indulging yourself to all the pleasure that he can give you when you let him in as deeply as possible. He notices the change, and supports your body up with hands running up and down your chest, and down your arms where he pulls at the skin with his short nails.
“You like this?” You gasp between each roll of your hips. “How my cunt feels on your cock? How I can use you like this? Use your words Channie.”
“Yes. Fuck yes. Yo-You look...mm--”
You giggle a little at the light pink blush to his cheeks and the way that he stumbles over his words.
“Think you can last a little longer, baby?” Your fingers creep to his throat where you tease at squeezing his neck.
He pauses, loosing himself in it again before giving you a rushed answer: “I think? It’s just...really intense I think that I’m c-close already.”
You permit him only a couple more seconds of you, then glide off him carefully to which he whines out in confusion.
“Your turn to fuck me now. Come on, behind me.”
Chan looks bewildered and breathless, but he does as he’s told and tosses aside stray pieces of clothing on the bed to get to you. You hoist up your hips for him after burying your face into the mattress. To guide him further, you fuck your fingers for him too at this angle, only stopping once you feel the pressure of his cock once more. He slides himself in agonizingly slow until he bottom’s out with a choked moan.
“Fuck me baby boy. You know what do to.”
Your date’s hand finds your hips once more which he firmly grasps, then begins screwing into your pussy already blazing with heat and your orgasm building from before. He finds his pace after a while and fills the room with the fleshy sound of skin on skin. Your own fingers find their own way back to your clit where you rub in tandem with his thrusts.
“Oh,” He gasps quietly.
Your nails bury into the comforter of the bed, and your teeth clench harder as he milks himself into you and grows in pace.
“Fuck yes baby, fuck me just like that. You’re doing so good; fucking my pussy just like you should...”
Your orgasm quickens hearing the praises come from the bottom of your heart and the way that he grunts out hearing them. For someone who’s never done this before, it’s unbelievable how good he is at it all.
He shudders, and you feel yourself tighten around him further, sensing both of your release coming near. Your hookup doubles over your back, burning you with the heat from his body as he fucks into you with reckless thrusts.
“Shit, I’m so, so close.” He admits though clenched teeth.
“Me too baby, finish me off, cum inside until you’re throbbing and you can’t take any-anymore.”
A switches flips within this once innocent man, and you feel the bed creak as he kneels on one leg, then lifts one to stamp upon the bed to better his angle. The new position directly sends your g-spot into flames, and you shake from limb to limb feeling your orgasm right on the brink.
He growls upon his release, finishing it off with shallow breaths once he nearly collapses over your back to feel each drop of his cum release inside of your pussy. You rub your orgasm out until you see lightning behind your eyelids and it’s heightened by the way that he twitches with his cum against your deepest spot.
“A-are you okay?” Your adorable date immediately asks once you gasp and writhe under him.
“I’m fine, I’m fine...fuck,” You laugh out, “That felt unreal Channie.”
He shakes once his softening dick leaves your hole, and you get a good look at this stranger: chest flushed and hair messed over his forehead. He falls down to his side on the bed still breathless and letting out happy little laughs.
“I’m sorry if that was like, really fast. It just all felt...so good, and, I couldn’t really control it--”
“Mm, don’t you worry.” You sweep down to kiss his gasping mouth. Silently, you thank whoever it was in the universe that let you meet this boy on this night, and whoever willed you to leave that party.
“What do we do now?” Chan asks, still bare for you to take in wholly. You wanted to tell him, but couldn’t find the words. He was kind of beautiful.
“Whatever we want. I could go, or I could stay. Really anything goes.”
His chest is peppered with your purple love bites, and you wish then to give him even more if you have the chance--whenever that might be.
Chan tilts his head, “Stay?”
“Well, we still need to get to know eachother don’t we?”
The handsome stranger grins, and lets his hand trace the side of your face. The cool of the room feels addictive against you, and it weaves around your neck and against the little hairs of your arms.
“You’re right.” He nods, “There's only so much you can tell about a person from these kind of dating apps.”
“That’s true.” Your hand discovers his collarbones, which you trace lightly. “It’s nothing like the real thing.”
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they should let me into vet school because i know how to give a dog a c-section and drain + bandage a burst skin tag. and my lack of disgust for animal innards both physically and visually since i have touched everything from cow pussy to crusty white dogs and was raised on surgery videos, virtual labs, and documentaries. and wayy fucking more not to mention SPENDING HOURS AT THE LIBRARY IN PRIMARY SCHOOL TEACHING MYSELF BIOCHEM FOR FUCK'S SAKE AND ABUSING MY FREE-DATABASE PRIVILEGES TO READ EVERY STUDY I CAN GET MY GRIMY FINGERS ON!!! who the FUCK cares if i never did math in highschool!!! the parabola isn't relevant she peaked in grade 11 🙄 like girl, move on
#bsc shitposts#also an elite pun#but no fr#i didn't volunteer with vet tech stuff and be george's literal saviour to cop out of med school because i didn't like math anymore#like I'VE DONE MORE FOR MY DOG AND OTHER PEOPLE'S ANIMALS THAN THEIR FUCKING VETS#i diagnosed and researched solutions for every fucking condition george has since i was 10#knock on wood there's a fucking reason people think he's a puppy still#sending them my resume deadass 🙄
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The Science TA
You were so excited that the teaching assistant for your biochem class wanted help. When he asked you to help with his lab work. The chance to spend time with the hottest grad student in your department. The chance to be his lab assistant, spend some time with the rising star, maybe even flirt a little. You were even more excited when he told you it was help in the off site lab where the trial meds and chemicals are made. No other people around on the weekend. The idea of him pulling you aside and kissing you deep, all while pressing you against the wall. You could feel your dirty thoughts rising, but you had to remind yourself not to get ahead of yourself. But you couldn't help be excited, and willing to help. You didn't even notice the odd taste of the bad coffee the lab coffee maker made. You didn't even leave when you started to feel strange. The difficulty focusing, the constant dirty thoughts. Your mind going more and more blank to everything but getting fucked. You barely heard him as he spoke.
"I'll be right back, I need to grab some tools"
You barely mutter out a meek "okay" as he heads out the door. The door closes and you start breathing heavy. Your hands instantly slide down your pants and pull your shirt over your tits. Your right hand, playing with your nipples. You can't believe how sensitive your nipples are, your tits feel like they are swelling, huge and firm. Your pussy is drenched, soaking the cute blue panties you chose. Your fingers teasing your pussy and clit hard and fast. Your mind going blank to everything but the idea of stuffing your wet hole. Looking around the lab for something, anything to stuff inside your tight pussy to get some relief.....
"I take it the new batch of meds are working...."
You turn around, fingers still inside your pussy. The dreamy TA watching you drive your fingers inside yourself. You should be embarrassed. But all that happens is you can't help but push your fingers deeper inside your pussy, dripping everywhere as he watches.
He begins to smirk and speak "the meds make your sex drive increase. The last version was an increase of 4 times. I'm curious how much this one has increased it." He begins digging in his bag, continuing to speak, even as your mind goes fuzzy again. "All science should be documented" he says. The camera begins recording. The sensation keeps growing as he walks closer.
"see it also undoes inhibition, releases all the blocks on whatever dirty, slutty fantasies you may have. And then there is the increased sensation from touch...."
The second his finger touches your nipple, a jolt shoots through your body. You collapse against the lab table. Your fingers fall away from your pussy, still spasming in orgasm as he picks you up and drops you on the lab table. You are still shaking as he drops to his knees and brings his hands to your tits as his tongue begins to flick over your clit.
The orgasms come instantly. Your pussy squirts all over his face, but he doesn't stop. Your mind goes blank, your base desires fully taking over. You barely hear the words you are moaning, even now sounding like a stranger. Begging him for more. You keep cumming. And with each orgasm he pushes you further. His tongue on your clit, then fingers inside your pussy. By the time he begins sliding his finger in your ass you not only need it, you need more. You beg for more. Beg for him to stretch your pussy. Beg him to fuck it raw. Begging for cum as you orgasm again and collapse to the floor.
As you lay there, gasping for breath, he looks down at you and issues a simple command.
"Strip. Now"
You begin tearing at your clothes, throwing them off, your panties clearly soaked as you slide them off. He simply watches, sitting in the teachers chair of the lab, as you expose your naked body to him completely.
"interesting. The obedience level is quite impressive in this batch. Now crawl over her."
You drop to your knees and hands and crawl to him. He says nothing as you come to a stop. You know what he wants, and your pussy is aching again in anticipation. Your hands fumble with the zipper and belt. You can see the outline of his hard cock in his pants. You want it. You need it. You pull at the pants and boxers.....
And it springs free from his pants. His cock is larger than you have ever seen. Thick and long and already harder than you could have imagined. The veins in it pulsing, the whole length it throbbing.
"you didn't think I just made meds to affect women did you? Increased length and width, multiple orgasms without stopping, and a 200% increase in load size for everytime I cum."
The words barely register in your brain as you admire the cock. You can't help but stroke it. As you run your tongue along it, your only concern is getting more. Your mind tells you that you exist to please this cock. Serve it. In whatever way it wants. Your mouth opens wide and you begin sucking his cock. Your mouth barely fits around its width. The more the cock fills your mouth the wetter your pussy gets. Dripping. Your right hand strokes the shaft of the cock as you take more and more of the cock inside your mouth and throat, your left hand sliding down to tease your clit and pussy. You are so focused on sucking the cock you almost miss the sounds of his moans as his hand finds your hair. His moans grow louder as he forces you completely down on his cock. Shoving it deep in your throat. You gag and drool but can't help but cum again as you feel his hot cum shoot down your throat and deep inside you. Filling your stomach with hot cum. You can barely breathe as the hot cum keeps flowing from his cock. Only after the last drops shoot out does he pull his still hard cock from your throat and mouth.
He wastes no time in lifting you up and bending you over the desk, grabbing your legs and spreading them wide. You feel the tip of the massive cock against your pussy, wet and tight. You beg and whimper as your hands reach behind you, grabbing your ass to spread your holes wide. The words coming from your mouth are beyond anything you could ever imagine yourself saying.
"please. Pound me. Fuck me raw, ruin my slutty cunt and flood it with cum. Use me, shove your huge cock inside me and fuck me deep and hard and fast. PLEASE FUCK ME!!"
As you finish screaming the last words his hands land on your hips and you can't help but moan louder and sluttier than any porn as he shoves that massive cock inside you. Your pussy stretches beyond anything you have ever experienced as you cum instantly. You can barely even focus on spreading your pussy as he begins to thrust. Pulling his cock out all the way to the head before pounding it back inside. Building up speed and force, until he is pounding your pussy like a jackhammer. Every slap of his balls against your clit sends shocks through your body, making you aware of every inch of his meaty cock inside you. Your mind loses the ability to count your orgasms. You don't hear his grunting grow more rapid or vocal. You don't feel the cold of the table on your nipples. You lose track of time. The only sensation is the feeling of that cock pounding your pussy. Your pussy tightens again, and you can feel his cock swell inside you. His moans break through the haze in your mind as you feel his cock erupt within you. Hot loads of cum, one shot after another, flood your pussy, squirting out and falling to the floor. He still is cumming even as you collapse to the floor and his thick ropes of cum shoot over your face and tits and ass. The last thing you notice before passing out is him aiming the video camera at you. And somehow you know that he is filming the look of slutty bliss on your face.
You didn't remember getting dressed, or getting back to your room. You almost believed it was maybe even a dream. Until the package came. A simple box. With a single DVD, a new thick dildo, and a note.
"Good morning,
Figured you might want a copy of your trial as our test subject. Start training your asshole for the next trial. The study will be the effect of multiple stimuli on the test subject.
...and don't forget to take your meds....
And as if on cue, a small pill falls from the envelope into your lap.
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hi miss cat!! I was just wondering if there’s any advice you would give to a high school freshman/rising sophomore?? sorry I know I’m a bit young to be interacting on your blog but I’m just,,, so lost.
my freshman year ends on May 28 and I just realised how fast this year flew by, and I’m never even gonna get it back…
I didn’t get off my ass and run for an officer position in the clubs I’m in even though the opportunity presented itself many times and I can’t stop beating myself up over it (metaphorically that is)
the only thing unique I did this year was run for student council and um that didn’t work out too well HSDMGFK no surprise there
but on a more serious note I just don’t really have the motivation to do anything right now and this is gonna sound really funny but it’s giving me such a hard time even though it’s self imposed ://
I don’t know why I can’t find motivation to be involved at school
maybe I would be more active if I knew what I want to major in or be in the future?? I used to want to be a biochem major but then I realised I wouldn’t be happy with that lifestyle or salary and now I really wanna major in business but I also feel pressured to major in econs because my dad is an econs major and my brother will be entering college as an econs major this fall so like ;;;;
thankfully my family wasn’t as affected as other families or people during lockdown because I fortunately live in Singapore and the lockdown was a bit less than two months, and the situation here was taken care of quite well. some of my relatives live in Seoul and I also have some relatives emigrated to Washington DC way before the pandemic so I was a bit worried but they seem to be doing fine!! which is again why I don’t understand my slump
because I was in a slump I had shitty grades and ended semester one with such a shitty GPA and such terrible grades that I literally didn’t qualify for APUSH next year which idk if I wanna take or not but still, it would’ve been nice to have the option…. and I literally got a b in biology which is so fucking terrifying because if I had done worse I wouldn’t have even qualified to take AP bio or chem
I mean I am putting effort but not enough for me to get better grades than I do right now so I genuinely feel so lost :// I’ve no idea what to do after high school and my grades aren’t good no matter how hard I try :// like, I’m not even kidding I have tutors for my hardest classes but I’m still not;;; getting good grades…
I honestly feel the urge to start cultivating hobbies that I stopped doing but idk if i should.. like I could spend that time studying, you know?? I’m scared that the rest of my high school career will fly by just like my freshman year did and I won’t even notice it… and my finals are literally in 2 weeks….
and as I’m typing this I realise I have a Chinese test tomorrow and another Chinese test next Tuesday so ummm I gotta go study sorry about all that rambling!! I just don’t have anyone else to tell sorry if this burdened you!!
miss cat if you have any advice to offer I would really really appreciate it!! also I’ve sent like 2 other tells rambling about your fics and idk what to feel rn cuz a few weeks ago I was crying about p*ssy blocked on your blog and now I’m sitting here pouring my heart out:;; but anyways thank you for reading!!❤️
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hi, sweetpea 💕 oh gosh, it’s been... almost 8 years since i was a rising sophomore asjhdflkasflkhsakl i feel so old rip and it’s ok, you don’t have to apologize! my blog is sfw, so it’s alright, lovebug :’) i’m gonna give my two cents / advice in regards to each part of your message, instead of my usual numbering, so i hope that’s ok! 💓
i’m sorry to hear that this past school year has been tough for you, honey bee, and that you’re having a hard time ): i know what you mean with motivation... some days, i just don’t wanna try anymore and it’s just like... what’s the point? i worked this hard and didn’t get the results i wanted, so why am i still doing this? it’s disappointing, i know, but i suppose the thing that pushes me forward is that, well, it has to get better at some point, doesn’t it? if i keep going, if i keep pushing myself, if i keep trying, my efforts will be rewarded one day. one day, it’ll all be worth it, honey bee 💛
and while you regret not running for a club position this year and how your freshman year went, make sure to not regret it next year and go for it during your sophomore year, lovebug!! run for a position!!! you’re still so young, and you have so much time ahead of you, sweetpea. enjoy the moment, spend time with your friends, join more clubs that interest you, etc. you got this 🥳 please don’t end up regretting next year as well - become more involved next year and run for an officer position like you wanted to this year 💘 i believe in you, lovebug 🌷🌷
and running for student council was a big step! you should be proud of yourself for trying and putting yourself out there, honey bee 💗 even though it didn’t work out in the way you hoped, you gained experience, and that’s important too!
also, heck yeah for majoring in business, sweetpea 🤩🤩 as a double business major, i support you :’) askljdhfkals ngl econs was my least favorite business class though, so big props to your dad and brother for majoring in it 🤧 i felt that pressure too because my dad and sister both majored in engineering, but in the end of the day, you have to remember that this is your future and your happiness, not anybody else’s. choose what you want to do, honey bee. this isn’t your dad’s choice nor your brother’s choice, it’s your choice. they’re not the one that’s gonna have to study all your classes and do your job in the future. it’s you, and i know it’s hard, but you have to block out what everyone else says and choose what’s best for you.
if you aren’t sure what you want to study, is it possible to take classes for different majors? perhaps, that’ll help you decide! or you can talk to upperclassmen who are in the majors that interest you, and you can see which one appeals to you the most 💕
i’m so glad to hear that the situation there for you is going well though, lovebug! 💛 and i’m happy that your family and relatives are doing well too 💞 sometimes, slumps just happen, honey bee unfortunately ): it’s like i don’t want to feel this way, i’m in a decent place in my life, but why do i feel this way? it has to do with mental health, and my best advice would be to talk to a therapist or psychiatrist. they truly are really helpful and can help you understand better why you feel this way and help you reach a better state of mind.
i’m sorry to hear your grades didn’t end up as what you expected, lovebug ): (and as someone who took apush, it is not fun rip i do not recommend aksjhdflkas you dodged a bullet there) but as a positive way of looking at it, what class can you now take instead of apush? is there another class that you’re excited to take? and a B is still good!!! forget the what if scenario, you still made it to AP bio and AP chem, and that’s what matters, and i’m proud of you, honey bee 💖
personally, i think there’s a healthy balance between cultivating hobbies you like and studying. i don’t think you would want to look back on your sophomore year and have all your memories be of you sitting at your desk and memorizing ionic bonds and plant cell organelles. yes, it’s important to study, but it is also important to have fun and have hobbies that help you destress and relax and make good memories 💗so i’d say go for it, lovebug!!! indulge in your hobbies and find something you love doing! maybe that’ll inspire you to find a major in a similar subject?
best of luck on your upcoming chinese test, honey bee, and i hope your last one on tuesday went well 💜 aaaa i kinda put my advice here and there throughout my response, and i hope it all makes sense for you, sweetpea :’) also omg alksjdhlfakshjdf thank you so much for sending in asks about pussy blocked and for reading it, too 🥺💗💗💗 that means so soo much to me, so thank you, lovebug 💛 i hope life treats you kinder, and that you’re doing better this week! i’m sending you all my love, support, and well wishes, honey bee 💌💌 (also that’s such a cute emoji anon !!! 🥰🥰)
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( o ) goodimpressionofmyself
bro was a design a nature
one a evolution's flukes that'd change the course a the human species for the better. tho his name has been lost to us in the time since the second centennial of his coming, our sources place his ascent sometime in the year 2 AOR, before the advent of the pendulum calendar.
as we hear in the eternally buffering mass, the biochemical onset a puberty introduced into his seed a potent neurotoxin which’d constrict the blood vessels around the brain, leading to high functional autophagy and a sense a prolonged adrenal-hormonal euphoria
it spread through his circle a straight buds at first --brojobs, JO seshes, not gay threeways. the saline properties a vaginal mucus (in which his bitches were always drenched) rendered the toxin inert, so no matter how much pussy he plowed it never crossed over to the fairer sex and his t-girl worship seshes were doomed to wash out with the rattle of a bottle in the moonlamp of estrus. dudes already indiscriminate with their wanton appetites got hit hard, so as the chinese places collapsed, the priapism would a become fatal if they didn't nut every couple hours. the tumescence aching in the fiber a their bones -- eight inches a wood leaded inta ballershorts frothing champagnebottle down their legs
all up and down the ancient east coast, festivals, frat houses, lax circles, the ivied plendor fell to ruin as administrators looked the other way and quietly lamented the insidious influence of administrators. men of sound mind cited phytoestrogens and assorted toxicities in the water supply. crystal healing wine moms knew it was the GMOs, the same ones making all their sons and daughters into horrible amphibious transsexuals. a yiddishman of some renown, rumored to posses unearthly powers of the word, was silently invoked to wallpaper over petty bitchiness, and then the waiter finally came, thank god. the boy’s father can deal with it, certainly. he never lifts a finger
appointments were cancelled. beatings were booked. stern talks were had with severe, business suit clad dads before, in cruel reversals of fate, of which not even homer himself could do justice, they were bent over and fucked without lube, raw dogged in pools a piss and sweat blooms of bloody nut shred between father and son -- mutagenic shadows cast on walls so you couldn't see any a the good shit. gyms across the country saw sharp spikes in fit, newly out daddies who lifted hard in pink thongs, leaving oldschool macho gay men queasy with that fag shit
took over a month before it penetrated into the gay community at large, thanks to the initial outbreak being slowed by its confinement to vacancy and privilege. when fire at last took to the streets, everything decent god fearing americans feared about city life ruptured like a blister on a QB's rank gameday sole. the raunchiest excesses of your father's worst nightmare of a pride parade evoked through LA riot imagery, baby ya could almost hear the congo drums
soft-spoken boys lisping to stevie nicks swelled up into macho tumescent tumors and chuckled like dumbfucks. more leather than a book a elevation’s worth of beef cattle wriggled on an ocean a maggots. dicks were skewered, barbed, wired, shocked and chopped. the neurotoxin, now an airborne contaminant from all the fuck moisture, spread through trenched roid veins, and pillars a torture instruments and rainbow jocks rose to the armpit colored skies. so much interracial gay fucking occurred on live television, a proud rebel and a gentleman, a landowner and brother of the klan, died of a brain aneurysm before he had time to blow his brains out
a state of emergency was finally declared
the mayo clinic -- now 70% female, thanks to unrelated advances in propagandizing -- captured a dull chuckling brah by sticking a bottle a muscle milk under a box propped up on a stick attached to a string
they tried to get him to recite his own name, for the record, and after twenty minutes of listening to him huh? and uhhh? and paw at his dick through his jock, they collected a blood sample by sounding him with a micro-needle pipecleaner syringe
on the genome sequence monitor, the female scientists, all dressed in the height of fashion as large breasted, leather corset-clad porn librarians -- the archetypal state of womanhood freed from the male gaze -- were, thanks to a molecular bio-luminescence associated with necrosis of the effected nucleotides, able to locate genes associated with the following:
propensity for wearing ball caps as shading behavior
ventilatory adaptations such as cutting the sleeves off t-shirts
tolerance for EDM as pack hunter polyrhythms
the shocking link between gym exhibitionism and prostate stimulation!
the alpha female scientist, her feathered bun the most bouffant, her labcoat the most chic and the shiniest, removed her glasses, and exposed her radiantly pancaked cheekbones
ladies
gentleman
silent siblings of the neuter gender
we have located
the basic bro genome
toward the sun, her betas clucked their fingers against their foreheads and imitated trumpets with the rapture of new discovery
as a result of these findings, the women were able to devise anti-bro hormonal sedative weapons. they agitated estrogen molecules into arcs of light, and the stinger of their labias crested out in desert incandescence. when the sun came upon the sand, there was no blood, only scorched earth and smoke
most of the bros were rounded up in these mines and factories, left to toil in the bowels of the vast multi-tiered metropoli erected by the patenting parents to fence the women off from the battering world. the ones that weren’t were placed in bro pads where they could be pacified with electro-diodes and fed peanuts
whenever possible, direct oversight of the horny bros was performed by dudes who carried the strain, but saw little to no hormonal hostilities. they were chill, fun to wedgie, pretty cool as long as they didn’t talk too much. the bros would slobber and nuzzle their handler’s crotches whenever they were brought their daily soy blend, which showed no efficacy in lowering t. to ensure total stability, what with quarterly reports always looming so large, hormones were administered into the administrator's daily supplement trays, and many compliments were given on their skin quality and EQ readouts
at this point the wine moms, wary of having to stand their ground any longer, less they put a rut in the carpet, decided that since the bro phenotype was natural, this was fine. it was fine.
if god wanted them to be geniuses, He wouldn’t have given them balls. i suppose god really must be closer to a woman, i mean does He have balls? no, of course not. He simply needs to think it, and it happens. why, that’s really much more how it is with a woman. really, do we still need to be talking about this?
at last the wine moms would listen because all those annoying white bitches who tried to sell them makeup were going into the sciences and selling makeup to the porn librarians, and now with the men out of the way, they would build a compassionate world where everyone looked and felt good, and there wasn’t any soul-crushing ennui as a result of being doped into submission and atomized into a bipolar role as farmer and consumer of digital micro-product. for in our enlightened moneyless state, we are simply data, and data is patterns. soon we shall perceive the unperceivable, achieve the unachievable. we shall see the shape of nature, the pattern which underlies all patterns, down in our spiraling digital abyss. come with us deeper and deeper down. there is no going back. there is no going back. you can only tunnel further and further down. i promise you, i promise you, strip yourself of everything you think you are, and go back down into the meat flaps, the muddy folds, the white noise lacerating your brain like broken glass, you can dig and dig and dig and one day climb back towards the light
climb back towards the light bro
climb back towards the light
#backwards cap bro#good meathead#big dumbass vibes#no homo bro#all the homo#feels good brah#ripe fuckin jock pits#rank fuckin jock feet#ecological catastrophe#white women problems
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The one that got away
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Gianna and Harry met a year back in a nightclub called Last Hope, little did they know this meet-cute was going to begin a new turmoil in their lives. That night, both of their hearts were broken by the people they loved the most. Gianna caught her boyfriend of three years sleeping with her sister while Harry was dumped by Mya, his girlfriend ever since the last year of university which was three years as well.
He ended his night walking into the club and heading straight to the bar. He wanted to forget the whole night, most likely his whole life.
As he heard a sweet voice order to the bartender though, he couldn’t help but turn to see what she looked like. “One Daiquiri please.” She was really pretty. He thought. She was wearing a silk rose gold dress that showed off her curves as her pretty long blond hair reached the perfect length mid-back. “Hi.” She smiles softly and leans forward onto the bar’s table to stand up more properly. He nods back and gives a soft smile back.
Gianna was feeling butterflies in her stomach for the man who was sitting less than 6 feet apart from her. She wasn’t even thirsty, she just wanted to stand a bit more closer to him to see the tinier details of his face. “Are you here alone tonight?” She yells a bit louder to catch his attention. He looks up and frowns.
“Yeah. Yeah, I am actually.” She nods with a slight pout. How can a pretty man be in such a bad mood?
“I can keep you company if you would like?” She asks sweetly.
“Here, you go ma’am.” As she was about to reach for her card, Harry interrupts.
“Marcus put it on my tab, please Let this lady enjoy her free drink.” Marcus nods right away and walks back to the computer.
“Wow, thank you so much. I actually never had someone buy me a drink before so thank you.” Gianna walks closer to him. He laughs and finishes his drink in one go.
“You’re welcome, love.” Gianna was so entranced by the rings on his fingers that she didn’t know how to walk away or start up a new conversation. Harry noticed her silence. “Um, maybe you should get back to your friends or your boyfriend. Don’t wanna keep you here too long. Wasn’t tryna hit on you, thought I could buy you a drink that’s all.” Little did she know, Harry bought her the drink because he wanted some company from the only girl in this club who bothered asking if he was alright.
“Well, I came with one of my friends here tonight but she left with this guy.” She showed a real bummed out face that all Harry wanted to do was hug her.
“Well, how about we spend the night together.” He pauses, “I mean we spend the night drinking.” She laughs and takes a seat beside him.
“To be honest with you, I really need a drink. My boyfriend well now ex, I caught him sleeping with my sister yesterday.” His eyes widened as he lets a blow out of his mouth. “Yeah, I know it’s fucked up.” She takes a huge sip of her drink.
“I mean I’m not in the same situation as you but my girlfriend broke up with me today out of the blue.”
“Did she give you a reason why?”
“She said she was feeling restricted in our relationship,” Harry orders a new round of drinks as he feels himself becoming tipsier.
“Maybe, Adam felt the same way so he cheated on me.”
“Gianna, no one should ever have an excuse for why they cheated. I may not know you that well but you’re too pretty to be cheated on, sweet too.”
“Thanks, Harry.” She brushed her hair away from her face. She didn’t know how to feel comfortable around him. Not only was he a stranger, but he also seemed so intimidating but what made her want to know more about him was his personality and his beautiful eyes. “How old are you by the way?”
“25” He plays with one of his rings, “What about you?”
“22,” I smile and take a new sip of the mysterious drink he ordered. “I’m in my last year of school. I’m finishing up, majoring in Biochem.”
“Wow, so you’re a smart girl too. Planning on going back to school?”
“Maybe? I don’t know.”
The night went on forever yet Harry and Gianna were in their own little bubble laughing with each other. The heartbreaks they both felt became less painful as they sat beside one another, enjoying each other’s company. One thing to also mention is that they were pretty drunk.
“Have I ever told you that you have really pretty eyes?” Gianna comes closer to Harry’s face. She rests her chin on her arm as she watches his cheeks redden. He smiles and mimics her reaction.
“Have I ever told you you’re really beautiful?” Harry murmurs as he watches her reaction. She shakes her head sweetly. “Would you like to come back to mine?”
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The night was breezy yet both of their bodies were flushed with the need of feeling each other. Gianna keeps her hands wrapped around Harry’s neck as he tries to bring them into the bedroom.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. I need to taste you.” He sets her on his bed as she moves up to his headboard. He kisses the smooth skin of her thighs as he reaches her sweet honey. His hands moving her dress up to her hips as Gianna sits up and takes the dress off. His mouth latches onto her, making sure to suck on her little nerve and put his tongue exactly where she needed it the most. “You taste so good, baby. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Harry.” She moaned as she kept her fingers intertwined with his hair. He takes his fingers and puts it in her mouth.
“You look so good like this.” He whispers in her ear as he moves his mouth to suck on her neck and give love to her lovely breasts. He puts his fingers in her without a warning as she melts in his bed. He kisses her and nibbles on her ear, whispering all the dirty things he wants to do to her.
“Harry, I want you.”
“Are you going to beg for me, Gianna?”
“Harry please.”
He takes his clothes off and grasps a hold on his cock, pumping it twice. He paints her pussy a couple of times before putting it in. “Fuck, are you on birth control?”
“Mhm.” She grasps onto the back of his shoulders as he lifts her legs over his shoulders, spreading her far more wide. Moans coming out from both of them. “So, this is what it feels like having sex with someone after being with the same person for a long time.” Harry laughs and removes some hair from her face.
“I’ll make sure after tonight, you’re going to only want me to dick you down.” He goes faster as he lays down on the bed beside her so he can fuck her sideways. He reaches down and rubs her clit as he kisses her neck.”Bet I’m fucking you harder than that ex of yours that cheated? You’re so bloody tight, I don’t think he stretched you out at all.”
“Harry, fuck. You feel so good in me. Cum for me, make me feel good, please.”
He fills her with his warmth as she milks him so well. Their breathing syncing with one another as they’re soaked in each other’s presence.
And that night ended with them tasting each other’s skin and hearing each other’s heavenly sounds over and over again. It was not a one night stand but the night that Gianna and Harry fell into a complex relationship; Friends with benefits.
~1 year later~
Harry:
Are you coming over tonight? X
Gianna stares at her phone longer than usual. Lately, she’s been conflicted about Harry. When she first met him, she expected time would heal their wounds and they maybe would begin dating. Not in this case, however. As Gianna got over Adam and stopped talking to her sister, Harry kept all forms of communicating with Mya. Gianna would sometimes question why he still had pictures of her on his Instagram or why they still had dinner on some nights but she would like to think that they stayed friends even though, she knows Harry is still in love with this girl. Harry would also answer with short replies and brush the subject off. He always told her, “Baby, when we’re together let’s not talk about her. Today is about you and me.”
Gianna:
Would you like me to?
Harry replied almost instantly.
Harry:
I miss your cuddles X
Gianna:
Okay fine!
Gianna takes her coat without another thought and leaves her apartment knowing if she takes one more moment in her head, she’ll find an excuse to stay home. She gets in her car and drives straight to Harry’s.
“Hey.” Harry greets her inside his loft after he buzzed her in. She smiles softly and takes off her coat and tosses it onto one of his many white couches. He goes in for a hug and kisses the top of her head. “I missed you.” Gianna stays quiet as she takes in his scent that she’s grown attached to. Harry pulls away and drags her to the couch with some pillows and a blanket. “Are you okay, Gianna? You seem really quiet baby?”
“Can you make me some tea please?”
“Of course.” Harry walks into his kitchen with confusion set into his mind. His stomach was growing with anxiety. He hasn’t seen Gianna since a week ago but he made sure to keep in contact with her. He doesn’t want to lose her too.
He sets her milk tea on his coffee table and sits beside her. “Do you want to talk?” She shakes her head and enters his arms. “Oh, you just want to cuddle?” No, I want to tell you I love you. Gianna thinks in her head.
“I know um- we’re not together but I was wondering if you can sleep with me like we were.”
“Gianna, What are you talking about? Is this why you’ve been avoiding me?” He pulls away from her as she becomes too interested in the pattern of the blanket. “I promise you, there’s not going to be a difference in how we have sex. Ever since I met you, I cared for you and now, that feeling has only become more intense.”
“Harry, We’ve been in this I don’t know what to call it- just for too long. I’m ready to settle down and find a boyfriend. I just- I just need to know that I’m not wasting my time being with you.”
“You think what we have is a waste of time?” He scoffs.
“We’re not together. I know that. I know we’re just friends but why in our apartments, when it’s just us two, it feels like we belong with each other. When we’re in public, I feel like all our moments do not count as if it’s just a fantasy.”
“Do you want me to ask you to be my girlfriend?”
“No.”
“What? What do you want from me then?” Harry was growing frustrated with Gianna. It’s not like she’s asking for too much but he just wasn’t expecting this from her.
“I want you, Harry! But if you’re going to be asking me just because, then screw it. I need you to want me the way I want you.”
“I don’t know if I want you that way.” He brings his head down and Gianna cries in her hands.
“I have to go, I’m sorry.”
“Gianna, can we talk about this?”
“What do you want to talk about! Why are you always bothering me when you say you don’t want me!”
“I don’t know how I feel about you, I just know I really care about you and I need you.”
“No, you need Mya. It’s the only reason why you keep me here on some nights. You’re waiting for her to take you back.”
“Gianna.”
“It’s true though isn’t it? Tell me, Harry. Have you been talking to her still because you expect her to take you back?”
“She broke up with me when she was going through a rough time. I love her, I can’t let her be alone.”
“You should have told me you were waiting for her before we continued whatever this is.”
“I never thought it was important.”
“Goddammit, Harry you’re selfish!”
“Don’t leave me please.” He stands less than 6 feet from her just like the night he met her at the bar.
“I gave you enough company. I have to go.” Gianna leaves his apartment in a blink of an eye. Harry sits on his couch, wondering if this is the girl that he allowed to get away.
Part two ici!
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