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hoony2k · 4 months

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HEART 2 HEART

I aint never seen two chill idols in a room, one of them is always obesessed with the other. Or

Idol!enha giving idol!you heart eyes in professional settings.

PAIRING: ot7

GENRE: fluff, crack, established lovers, secret lovers, idol x idol

WORD COUNT: 3k (help)

WARNINGS: mentions of innocent kissing that's it. I got possessed during hoon and hee's.

NOTE: hii this was so fun. I kind of wanted niki and sunoo's to be a bit longer but I yapped a bit too much in general. this is massive for a 7 member drabble but 1 para wouldn't do justice. hope you enjoy!

Part 1 -> we dating fr?

Part 3 -> cut the cameras

requested masterlist

★ HEESEUNG:

He thinks everything’s a game!!he thinks its funny! But mr lee who is laughing? Not him rn

You’re walking in the hallways after a quick trip to the washroom when suddenly someone grabs your arm and pulls you into a room. You’re ready to scream but he swiftly covers your mouth and chants “It’s me. It’s me” like that’ll help you understand why your boyfriend thought it would be a good idea to lead you into a small clothing room.

You want to get mad at him for a billion reasons but mainly because what if someone saw? and misunderstood! But his stupid smile tells you how he doesn’t care. Sometimes you want to have his optimism and confidence, maybe then you two could live a carefree idol life.

Heeseung wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer to fiddle with the bows on your outfit and hair. Your faux anger slowly crumbles as he stares at you like you painted the night sky and hung the stars on it. Still, you break eye contact just to dust your pride and Heeseung can not stop laughing, finding you cuter than ever.

“I have to go soon. We can’t get caught”, you remind him, the overwhelming time restraint burdens you every time you meet him outside his dorms and as usual, Heeseung doesn’t mind. He shrugs casually, then gives you a reckless smile, eyes hooded. “Who cares?”

Your heart skips a beat in the best way but you purse your lips and pretend to think it over. A hum escapes you, tapping your finger on his chin. He leans closer.

“Probably our managers, you know?”, you say knowing he’s far too busy admiring your eye makeup to even care about the consequences of what would happen if someone were to open the door. So, you do the most logical thing a person subjugated with love could do. Taking his smiley face in your grasp, you turn his head and press a chaste kiss on his cheek, intentionally pressing into his skin to leave a stain.

You pull back to inspect the pink gloss on his cheek, lightly smudged. Heeseung looks like he’s floating but before he can pull any stunts you clap him on the back as a goodbye and quickly scurry out of the room. Not even bothering to check if someone was in the hallway.

If Heeseung stands alone dazed for a while…no one needs to know. He fights his demons when he brings out a tissue to remove your gloss, sobbing internally.

★ JAY:

You will be my girl my girl my girl <3

Jay had told you about how he’d film the Sweet Venom TikTok challenge with you to prepare you beforehand. You had learnt the dance long ago, but the mental preparation to become a different person in front of Jay from Enhypen and a camera took some mental energy. Acting like you were strangers and not a couple filming a silly video wasn’t what you wanted but you were thankful no one spread dirty rumours.

His manager held the camera to film some behind-the-scenes footage of Jay “teaching” you what to do in the challenge and it was kind of funny. But when it came to filming, Jay did everything to be able to spend some extra time with you without seeming suspicious.

He’d get the timing wrong on purpose, he’d bump into you, with the smallest nudge and he’d quickly pause the challenge to apologise. Each time he’d falter or force himself to be out of sync, to have one eye slightly closed, you’d laugh it off, genuinely finding his actions endearing.

He’s excited to film it with you, he can’t wait to show how good you two look, and how his dance style compliments yours, and he can’t wait to see his fans react, gushing over you, throwing heart emojis for his girl.

It was rare for to Jay get so stubborn so you entertained it and laughed. The manager didn’t mind as long as she farmed enough footage but eventually puts her foot down when the behind-the-scenes videos turns longer than 2 minutes and the challenge hasn't reached its middle yet.

She politely tells Jay to rehearse once more and she’d film it after that. The rehearsed one goes by smoothly; the steps are muscle memory at this point.

Before the final take, Jay wants to tell you good luck but almost slips and lays it all out in the open as he parts his lips to call you “Babe”. At the utterance of the first syllable, you snap your head in his direction, eyes piercing his soul, not a hint of a smile.

Jay catches his tongue and switches it to another similar word and thankfully it isn’t noticeable nor is it understood by the manager who assumes Jay’s nerves cause him to slur over his speech. No big deal.

Slightly nervous, Jay glances at you and you offer him an understanding nod. Then the final take begins and everything goes smoothly. When the challenge ends, you turn to bow and he thanks you for joining him. As the manager gives you a thumbs up and taps away on her phone preoccupied, you turn to Jay with a raised brow and he blushes.

“I don’t wanna talk about it”.

★ JAKE:

Personal space? Never heard of her

It’s been hours since you’ve arrived and Jake has not stopped smiling for even a second. He’s over the moon he can’t believe how well you fit into his social circle (enha) like a puzzle piece he was missing this whole time. He’s not sappy but he could write an entire sonnet on how gorgeous you look lounging on his bed, eating take out and brushing your hair back as you watch the movie with him.

But when you announce it’s time to leave, he does not stop sulking and begging you. Literally on his knees. The moment you try to get out of bed, he grabs onto your arm and pulls you tight into his embrace, nose in your hair, he pretends he’s asleep when you ask him to let go.

“My manager just texted me”, you tell him but your hands find his free hand. He rubs a thumb over your hand and you feel like you just kicked a wet puppy into mud. He groans into your hair, slowly and subtly, his legs wrap around your own as if he’s trying to merge your bodies.

“Tell her your phone exploded”, his voice is muffled and immediately you stop feeling bad.

You whine his name and try again but he refuses to budge, and when he tries to pull his bed covers on your frame, you decide to threaten him, “I’ll scream for Jay I’m not playing. I’m overdue curfew”.

“Door’s locked”. HELLO??

You sigh and let your head rest on his pillow that smells exactly like him, ignore the flutter in your rib cage and rest for just a minute. Jake mistakes it as a sign of you surrendering, his grip loosening. You don’t waste a second and throw his caged arms off and jump out of bed and he begins to sulk and wail at the loss of contact. But as much as you love him, you can finally breathe without the weight of your chest.

“I like the idol you better. The one who acts like he doesn’t know me”.

“He wouldn’t treat you like I do”.

He’s ready to have beef with idol Jake if it is meant to impress you. When he’s tying up your shoelaces for you, he’s like “I’ll walk you home” and you tell him he cannot do that because people are always snooping so you’ll get a taxi and he’s like “I’ll walk you downstairs and wait until you sit inside”.

How could you say no to his puppy eyes?

★ SUNGHOON:

he’s on cloud nine because his wish finally came true. He’s radiating light wherever he goes.

He sat next to you, far too close for it to appear platonic but Sunghoon told you not to worry. He tells you not to worry when he’s facing you, knees brushing, you can feel his body heat despite the cool in the room. You’re trying your hardest not to stare at him or how he’s rolled up his dress shirt sleeves despite his stylist’s scolding, or how they slicked his hair back with gel but left one strand to dangle on his forehead, how it curves and makes his eyes seem sharper than they are.

You’re trying, ok?

It’s better than Sunghoon who cannot stop leaning in your personal space as he reads his lines off your shoulder for some reason, he giggles when you try to push him away but he clings like a magnet. The floor vibrates with heavy bass, you’re up again in ten minutes and you need him to get serious.

Unlike him, it’s your first time mc-ing and despite his hype boy attitude, your fingers still shake as you read your lines out loud. Sunghoon’s smile flickers until he remembers he can do something to help.

“Hey, just focus on me”, he says calmly, ironically the one thing you’ve been trying not to do.

But, with blind trust, you agree and your gaze lands on his. His eyes twinkle and crinkle, he stares back at you and you think you’ve started to smile like an idiot. You turn your eyes to soak in his outfit once more, he matches your formal dress, a deep red satin dress paired with similar gloves. He’s adorned in dark slacks that emphasise his stature, and a dark dress shirt with a maroon tie. His tie is crooked-

Out of instinct or perhaps it stems from the urge to hold his hands, feel his heartbeat under your fingers, you reach out, hands settling on his shoulders, then inch towards his neck to tighten and straighten the knot. Sunghoon’s eyes don’t leave your serious expression, a lovesick smile hangs on his face. Your hands press onto the material to flatten it and fix his collars like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.

Something clatters and smashes loudly.

You rip your hands off his shoulders and he suddenly feels cold. Sunghoon pouts but you quickly turn away, surprisingly less scared than before. You glance in front and see your stylist give orders, someone says another band is preparing for an interview in 5. Finally, you grip the cards tightly in your hands but don’t even spare them a glance. Instead, you lock eyes with your lover who had been looking fondly at you the whole ordeal.

“let’s go over this one last time for your sake”.

Sunghoon laughs.

★ SUNOO:

Therapists hate him. He’s a mastermind at manipulation.

Both of you are chosen along with another idol and actor to partake in a reality show where you all live together and go on an adventure it’s all a great experience and you get to interact with new lovely people but when it’s late at night, the crew has gone to their hotel, cameras have been turned off, you, Sunoo and the actor gather at the dining table.

Sunoo keeps smiling at you and the actor and he offers to peel mandarins. As he peels, the conversation flows smoothly, his fingers work quickly and skillfully. Even though his eyes are downcast, his change in expressions tell you he’s listening to the conversation.

Out of respect, he offers the actor a plate with the most mandarin slices and out of habit, he slides to you the plate with the juiciest and scrumptious slices, choosing the dry ones for himself. You shyly thank him and Sunoo brushes it off. He only realizes what he’s done and how much of a deal it is when the actor questions if he’s a good friend of yours.

Sunoo bursts into laughter, eyes crinkling, he waves his hand in dismal, he looks at you up and down. You refuse to make eye contact.

“Something like that”.

His open-ended answer renders you speechless and you pretend to be busy when the actor looks at you. You untie your hair for it to cover your heated ears and fake cough as you take another bite.

Sunoo offers you a napkin. His hand stretches over the table and all eyes are on you, the actor is on the edge of his seat as he observes you like a hawk.

As nonchalant as you can be, you roll your shoulders and take it from him. Despite your efforts to avoid skin contact, Sunoo flicks his wrist and his fingers delicately brush yours, sparks light up inside your stomach.

You quietly thank him and he shows off his charming smile. the actor next to you sighs loudly and glances at the clock before thanking Sunoo for the mandarins. Sunoo shines another smile at the man who glances between the two of you.

“Chemistry like this is hard to find. If you two end up dating, I’ll be supporting you”.

This time you choke on the juice and Sunoo springs up to give you a glass of water and pats your back for safety. The actor nods once more then leaves. When the coughing fit dies down, you ask Sunoo what all that was about, he tells you not to worry. He peeks at the camera as a precaution, it’s got a lid covering the lens. Then, he bends down to kiss your hair and brings your plate closer to him so he can feed you. Your heart attempts to jump onto the table when he affectionately begins to stroke your hair as well.

Friends be damned, you’ve hit the lover jackpot.

★ JUNGWON:

He loves his job but hates all the parts where he has to be too pretend his personal life doesn’t exist.

“I wish you were here with me”, he says the moment you pick up. You pout, shoulders sag immediately.

He notices this and almost feels bad as he caresses his phone screen like it’s a glass screen dividing him and the fish at an aquarium. The thought makes him laugh. He wants to spend the entire night talking to you, memorising your presence, pretending you're cuddled next to him but he can’t go through with his urges because you need to sleep.

Jungwon would never want you to disturb your sleep routine, no matter how many times you text or tell him that you want to do these things for him, it's only natural.

“I bought you a keychain”, you tell him, voice cracking over the call. He adjusts his camera, brows raised. You know what he’ll say so you answer, “You’ll see it when I give it to you”.

He pouts and brings the camera closer to his face to coax you into showing it, his tired eyes sparkle and almost distract you from his dark circles. Your heart sinks. What time is it there? You don’t need to calculate because you had already memorized the time difference by heart before he departed.

“Baby, it’s 2 am there”.

He shakes his head, hair flicking him in the eye, he squints up at you and unconsciously buries himself under his comfy hotel blankets. You stare at your lover, take in his appearance and admire how hard he works to achieve his dreams, how he wants to be a good boyfriend and tick all the boxes that make your heart soar. He looks like he’ll fall asleep in the peaceful silence so you grant him an offer.

“Would you like me to sing you to sleep?”

His dimple greets you and under the covers where you can’t see, Jungwon rubs his legs together, giddy like a child.

“Sing your next song for me”, he whispers and you gasp at him, taken back by the new information. It’s your turn to squint at him as you ask him about how he knew you were preparing for a comeback. He shakes his head and mumbles, “You changed your makeup”.

Makeup…that was only evident in pictures. You hadn’t met him all dolled up behind stage due to your schedules and could barely fit an hour with him at his dorm because you two were so busy. Yet he had noticed, somehow in a supernatural but very Jungwon way and your face heated up.

Your melody filtered through his speakers, it only took a minute for Jungwon’s breathing to even out, his hand going limp and the phone falling backwards to give you a view of the ceiling light.

Still, you finish the song and wish him a good night. Whisper a soft I love you in the dimly lit room, a saccharine confession that he’ll hear confidently soon.

★ NIKI:

Bro thinks hes in an edit‼️literally moves slowly like that when he sees you, r&b song playing in this head

On the encore stage, other bands including yours bow to Enha and in those 4 seconds, Niki decides to take a shot.

He thanks you with a bow and when you turn your attention to Jungwon, Niki speaks your name. It's far too gentle to be caught in the mic and he faces his head toward you so the back of his head is captured by the camera.

But like a compass, you always find his voice, when he calls for you in the hallways or when he's talking to other people in his makeup room, your ears seem to find him before your eyes do.

As you turn your wide eyes to him, unaware of his plans, Niki's boxy smile vanishes. He gazes at you through lidded eyes that appear striker more so than ever due to his bold makeup and he renders you speechless, cupid shooting you with several arrows.

You're paused mid-bow, face heating up under Niki's stare and smug smile, professional composure crumbling. There's a siren going off in your head, the cameras!

But what do they know? They can't even see your lover's expression, only the tilt of his head and dark wavy hair that tickles his neck. A part of you, a possessive side is overjoyed they can't. Swiftly, Jungwon covers your body and gives Niki a nasty side eye which finally manages to pull you out of the trance.

You return to thanking them and saying whatever nonsense comes to mind, Jungwon understands but Niki cackles loudly. As fast as this interaction happens, you fall back and merge with the crowd that walks off stage.

Thankfully, no one could figure out what happened but they made assumptions based on your expressions. That hype dies down in the fandoms but Niki can't stop replaying the moment on his end. It's a free amv for songs, he's never going to stop thinking about it.

Thank you for reading!

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waves-against-a-cliff · 1 year

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Note: To me it seems like common sense but apparently that’s a little lacking so, this is all consensual. It’s rough, jealous sex. There are safe words and patterns even it’s not explicitly stated.

Fem Reader

The smell of sex wafts through the room, the sound of the headboard hitting the wall fills the room and almost covers the sounds of your screaming moans and begging. Under you, König huffs, lifting his hips into you, reveling in the sounds you make. “Pleasepleaseplease.” You keep chanting, you’re not even sure what you’re asking for. For them to slow down or to go faster? “Look at me pet.” Ghost growls, grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to stare into his blue eyes as he moves in sync with König. “How do you feel schatz?” König whispers into your ear, thrusting hard enough to claw at Ghosts biceps. “Gah- Good. So, so good.” You cry out, the line in your stomach growing taut. Ghost groans at the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, hand still on your cheeks to keep you looking at him. “Fuck-“ He curses as the line snaps within you, gushing around his cock. “Such a good slag.” He huffs, his hips stuttering as he brings himself to his peak. Stars float around you as you slowly come off your high, noticing that König is muttering in German under you. His sweating forehead is resting against your shoulder as he fills your ass with his cum, moaning sweetly against your shoulder. Pushing in one last time, Ghost fills you to the brim with his cock and cum. A rare, throaty moan coming from him as he pumps his seed into you. “Good girl.” He whispers, pushing a piece of hair stuck to your sweaty forehead away. Pressing a kiss to your temple as he slowly pulls himself out of you. König presses kisses against your neck, asking if you’re okay as he answers Simons own questions. The sound of the shower can be heard running after Simon steps out of the room.

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cassiopeiasdaughter · 8 months

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Hi can I get a 📝 for Theodore Nott with ; “I know you can take it.”

Maybe some smut ;)

Thank youuuu!

warning: smut!! if you know me, no you don't :))

It was a stupid question, really…

“When did the Gargoyle strike happen?”, Pansy had asked during breakfast. She was busy, writing an essay on the Gargoyle Strike but couldn’t remember the exact date; and could not be bothered to search for the answer in the library. Not when her friends were human sized encyclopedias.

“1910.”, “1911.” You and Theo said at the same time.

“I think you are wrong love, I can clearly remember 1910.”, he said with smirk tilting his head to the side.

“No no, it was in 1911, I am sure.”, you insisted

“And what happens if you’re wrong?”, he said in a voice reserved only for you.

You smiled at him and opened your mouth to reply when a groan cut you off “Please shut up, it is way too early for this.”, Draco whined resting his forehead on his hand, causing you both to laugh.

You grabbed an orange from the table and gave Theo a quick kiss on the lips before standing up; “I am right. See you later.”, you waved your hand goodbye and exited the Great Hall.

After classes were over you ran to the library, adamant to prove to your boyfriend that he had been wrong, and the Gargoyle Strike did in fact take place in 1911. You smiled to yourself as you found, the book you needed, and sprinted to Theos dorm room, to celebrate there…

Something worth mentioning is that; Theodore Nott is stubborn, smart and an insufferable know-it-all. But most importantly, he is a sore-loser.

“1911!.”, you shouted as you entered the room, with a smug look on your face, startling him, “Here.” , you said pointing at the book “I was right, you are wrong. Told you.” You finished with a smirk.

“Is that right?”, he asked looking up at you through his lashes

You could see his eyes darkening, as his gaze grew more intense, with every second that passed. It set off fireworks inside your body, and you smiled in anticipation, “Yes”.

Yeah, he definitely is a sore-loser you think now, as you lay on his bed, with your face pressed on the mattress and your back arched, aching in a way you had been craving all week.

He is knelt behind you, keeping you parted with his fingers, and devouring your core. You can’t remember how many minutes have passed, or how many times you’ve finished. You know that he still hasn’t entered you, stretched you in that delicious way you need. Your pussy throbs against his face and you whine at the emptiness.

Your words are muffled by the pillows and the mattress, but he can hear your whines and groans; your voice and your wetness being the only noises in the room.

Then, you feel him grunt and you flutter around his tongue, causing his laugh to leave an echo inside you. He kisses your thighs as he pushes his fingers inside, releasing a filthy moan from your mouth. You turn your head to look at him, his lips are red and swollen and his hair is messy; from your hands pulling at it all this time, nails almost scraping his skull. His eyes are focused and as they catch yours he smirks and curls his fingers in that spot that sends shivers from your spine down to your toes.

His face and hands; the way his big and cold ring feels inside you- sends you over the edge, for the third or fourth time tonight and you open your mouth in a silent scream, while rocking your hips in sync with his fingers.

You tremble lightly as he takes his fingers out and removes his pants and underwear; freeing himself, hard and leaking.

He teases you, drags his cock through your folds, overstimulating you “Theo” you moan “its..too ah- much.”

He laughs and leans forward kissing up your spine, moving to your neck and whispering in your ear “I know you can take it.” making you groan and clench around nothing.

He enters you then, painfully slowly at first and you moan; at the fullness, at the orgasm that just passed and the new one that threatens to come.

He moves, once he is fully inside and you chant his name like a prayer.

His deep breath at the back of your neck, the feeling of the emerald-green sheets rubbing against your nipples with each thrust and his hand snaking up and closing around your neck feel primal.

Everything feels too much and not enough at the same time. But, when you listen to the sound your bodies make as they are joined and the smell that is spreading in the room, all your senses heighten and you reach your climax, once more. He is quick to follow and as soon as he does, he turns your head to kiss your lips, without pulling out.

You smile into the kiss and he deepens it as you reach back to lightly touch his face and hair. Your body is limp at his hands and you lean on his chest after you let him raise you two up, sitting on your knees.

He kisses your shoulder and drags your hair to the side, exposing your neck to him. You can see his fingers trace your body, drawing patterns on your chest and belly. He reaches down then and you feel him growing hard again as he rubs at your clit, lightly-playfully at first.

You throw your head back and moan his name as you shiver. He kisses your ear and whispers “One more, be good and give me one more.”

Theo might not like losing, but you love it.

A/N: me and who?

Theodore Nott masterlist & celebrate my academic hardships

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allur1ngs · 5 months

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mafia boss bada reacting to reader in a suit looking badass omg bada would literally drop her jaw :0

i added my own twist to this i hope you don't mind 💌

Although you've spent a good amount of time at the Lee mansion already, you haven’t exactly gotten the chance to get to know the Bebe girls better. They’re often out on Bada’s orders or working on a job – all of them are almost as busy as your fiancée. However, today, on a rare occurrence, none of the girls were out on jobs or busy doing other work. You found this to be the best time to approach the girls and create a stronger bond with them.

...So far, spending time with Bebe has been one of the most exciting, chaotic, and fun-filled days you’ve had in a while.

“Who out of the seven of us do you think can do the best Bada impression?” Lusher asks you. She and the rest of team Bebe stand before you like contestants on a dance show, their shoulders pushed back, and heads held up high like professionals.

“Hmm,” you hum, “I think I need to see everyone’s impersonation before I can make a decision.”

“Ah, yes, yes.” Tatter nods, “We should all go up one by one and do an impression. When we’re all done, unnie gets to decide who did the best.”

Resounding murmurs of agreement echo between the girls, all of them nodding their heads in sync.

“Okay, who goes first?” Cheche asks aloud.

“Youngest goes first!” Lusher points at Sowoen, the other girls turning to face her with wide smiles.

“Sowoen, Sowoen, Soweon!” They all begin chanting, making you laugh as the girl shyly steps forward.

She quickly straightens up her posture and puts on a serious face – almost a deadpan – as she walks toward you like she’s on a catwalk. She stops a few feet away from you, crossing her arms across her chest. “Where have you been?” She speaks to you in a lower voice, trying to mimic Bada’s lower baritone. “I was worried about you.”

The girls standing behind Soweon let out loud cheers and gasps, clapping for her convincing performance.

“Wow, she did good!” Minah awes.

“How are we supposed to beat that already?” Tatter whines, pointing at Soweon accusingly.

“Good job, Soweon.” You nod, smiling at her and giving her a thumbs up.

The youngest member of Bebe smiles widely as well, before moving back to her position in line, accepting high-fives from the other girls.

“Okay, Cheche’s next!” Lusher announces, the girls hollering in excitement and pushing her forward.

Cheche fixes her suit, smoothing out any wrinkles before making her way over to you, trying to wear a serious expression, but her amused smile manages to peek through slightly, disrupting her impression. “Lusher, gather all of Bebe, we’re going to find my fiancée!” She says heartily, her mimicry clearly more comical than Soweon’s serious attempt.

The girls all burst into laughter, grabbing onto each other and pointing at Cheche in amusement. You also struggle to keep yourself from laughing; her impression is almost the complete opposite of Bada’s demeanor.

“Ya, are you even trying?” Tatter cackles, holding onto Lusher’s arms for support so she doesn’t fall onto the floor with laughter.

“You should be on a comedy show!” Minah adds, covering her mouth with her hand and slapping her thigh over and over again.

“Come on, it was good!” Cheche laughs along with her friends before turning to look at you. “Right, unnie?”

“Yeah unnie, tell us what you think,” Lusher says cheekily.

“Uhm, well,” you begin, feeling laughter already bubbling in your throat. “I think the intention was there…”

Your comment only makes the girls laugh harder, as they begin to almost flop around like fish while taking in heaving breaths.

“Unnie can’t even find the words–” Tatter says while wiping tears of laughter from the corner of her eyes.

“No!” You giggle, “It honestly wasn’t that bad!”

“Not that bad!” Kyma emphasizes through boisterous laughter, grabbing onto Cheche’s shoulder and bringing her back into the line.

After that, Kyma and Minah go, both giving a performance similar to Cheche’s, except slightly more accurate. It’s clear that the impressions are slowly deviating from serious to “who can make the funniest impression of Bada.”

“Next up, Tatter!” Lusher cups her hands around her mouth, projecting her voice loudly. All the girls cheer for Tatter as she walks up, bowing in a joking manner.

However, her expression instantly shifts when she does her catwalk toward you. She motions for Hyo to help her with her Bada impression, and your bodyguard quickly steps up next to her, waiting until Tatter whispers something in her ear. When she pulls away, Hyo sighs dejectedly but nods, suddenly moving forward to grab your wrist, but keeping her grip light and respectful.

Tatter walks up close to Hyo, wearing an intimidating expression that surprises you. “Not so fast.” She says to your bodyguard in a low voice.

Hyo gives a half-assed attempt at a terrified expression – glancing around the room and artificially widening her eyes. “I–” She mutters, her voice so monotone you almost break out into laughter.

But then Tatter takes it a step further. “You made her drop her clothes, pick it up, now!”

Immediately, Hyo lets go of your wrists, dropping to the floor and picking up imaginary pieces of clothing and placing them onto her arms.

Tatter breaks character then, stepping to the side to face both you and the girls, bowing deeply. “Thank you, thank you.”

The other Bebe girls who’d been silent out of shock burst into screams, applauding loudly and letting out amazed remarks.

“I think she’s in first place!” Kyma nods.

“She’ll definitely win.” Minah agrees.

“You were very good, Tatter.” You admit, smiling at her. “I felt like I was experiencing that event all over again.”

“Thank you unnie.” She grins proudly. “You’re going to choose me as the winner, right?”

“Hold on!” Lusher cuts in, holding her hands up in a “stop” motion. “Hyo and I haven’t gone yet!”

“Right.” You nod, “But you’re definitely on the top of my list so far, Tatter.”

“Yes!” She cheers, walking back into line and accepting fist-bumps from her friends.

“Okay Hyo, you’re second to last!” Lusher motions for your bodyguard to begin her impression.

Hyo smirks and nods, taking off her sunglasses for a moment before placing them back on the bridge of her nose but letting them hang slightly lower. She makes a rectangle shape with her hand, and then makes a writing motion.

“Ohh, she’s mimicking what Bada looks like when she works,” Soweon mutters under her breath.

Hyo suddenly pushes her sunglasses up her nose before making a knocking noise by clicking her tongue against her teeth. “Who is it?” She does a surprisingly good impression of Bada’s voice, using her advantage of already having a raspier and deeper voice.

Silence passes through the air for a moment before Hyo speaks again.

“It’s me, your very best friend!” She does a slightly higher-pitched tone, clearly trying to mimic Lusher’s voice.

You immediately gasp, slapping your hand over your mouth in shock to stop yourself from laughing as the other Bebe girls all do the same.

“Hey, what is this? I don’t sound like that!” Lusher complains lightheartedly, clearly not hurt by Hyo’s impression but instead trying to keep her laughter in.

“No, no, I think she’s pretty accurate,” Tatter says to Lusher slyly, her friend lightly elbowing her in the side as an act of retaliation.

Hyo continues her impression, ignoring the girls' comments in the background. She sighs dramatically and loudly, stopping her writing motion in the process. “Go away Lusher, I’m working!” She does Bada’s low voice again, this time her volume much louder to convey annoyance. “But–but–” Hyo does Lusher’s voice again, about to finish her bit off before the girl herself stops her.

“Alright, that’s enough!” She pushes Hyo back into line, everyone finally bursting into laughter at her annoyed expression. “It’s my turn now, the best for last!”

“Hyo, you did very good!” You tell her while holding up two thumbs up, making your bodyguard smile and nod her head back.

“Unnie!” Lusher says in a betrayed voice. “Let me show you what I can do.”

And show you, she does.

As soon as she begins her walk, she approaches you, gently grabbing you by the waist, then heading over in Hyo’s direction. She stops right in front of her, her eyes set in a glare as she spins you around so you’re tucked into her side. “Who do you think you are touching my fiancée like that, huh?” Because Lusher is almost Bada’s height, she slightly towers over Hyo, her chin at your bodyguard’s eye level.

You’re shocked at Lusher’s brazen display, to the point where you’re left speechless even as she backs away from an unamused Hyo and focuses on you instead.

She turns you to face her, placing her hands on your shoulders and staring deeply into your eyes with a serious expression. “You are my world,” she mutters, leaning in like she’s about to go in for a kiss. The girls behind her gasp with you, placing their hands over their mouths in shock as they watch with bated breath to see if Lusher will really do it.

But of course, at the last second, she pulls away, letting out a celebratory shout.

The girls explode, all screaming that she was way too good.

“I don’t know who I want to be, Lusher or unnie!”

“Ya, when did you get so good at impressions, Lusher!”

“I really thought she was going to kiss unnie.” Tatter says, mouth still agape.

“No, I don’t have a death wish.” Lusher laughs. “If Bada found out I kissed her, even as a joke, by tomorrow morning you’d find me tied up to the front gates!” She then turns to look at you, smiling widely. “So, I won, right?”

Still half in shock, you’re unable to utter a single word. You try to gather your bearings, and when you finally are about to speak, someone interrupts you.

“Hold on, unnie hasn’t done an impression yet.” Minah points out.

Resounding sounds of “ohhh” in agreement fill the air, making all the girls shift their focus to you.

“Unnie, do a Bada impression!” Tatter insists.

“Oh–” you begin, but are interrupted again.

“I have the perfect idea!” Lusher holds up her hands in a wait motion before taking off toward the hallway, and away from you all. You and the girls stare at each other with confused expressions, whispering between each other what they think their second-in-command is doing.

When Lusher comes back a few minutes later, she has a pile of clothing in her arms. She races over to you, placing the pieces in your hands.

“You should put on a suit too!”

For what feels like the millionth time, the girls explode into excitement, all of them agreeing that they want to see what you look like in a suit and that it will elevate the impression.

“But won’t I be biased if I do an impression too?” You point out.

“Don’t worry about it, just go change.” Lusher pushes you toward a nearby bathroom, opens the door, then gives you one last gentle push inside before closing the door.

You stare at the closed door for a second before chuckling under your breath and unraveling the clothing Lusher had handed you. You strip and put them on, looking at yourself after you’re fully changed.

“Whoa.” You say, staring at yourself in the reflection of the sink’s mirror. The suit fits you extremely well – not too tight and not too baggy – and surprisingly, you look incredibly good in more traditionally masculine clothing.

You’ve worn suits before – though not that your mother or father approved – but of course the fabric of the suit you’re wearing is much more luxurious and clearly better quality.

You look like a strong, confident woman – you suppose suits do that.

A knock on the door brings you out of your stupor. “Are you done changing?” Lusher’s voice rings out.

“Yes!” You reply.

“Okay!” Lusher opens the door, looking in to get a sneak peek. And when she sees you, she gasps.

You smile, walking out of the bathroom confidently, and standing in front of all the girls with your hands in your pockets.

Immediately, the girls start screaming at the top of their lungs in shock, grabbing onto each other for support as they stare at you.

“Unnie, is that you?” Tatter says in genuine surprise.

“She looks so confident, I think I’m going to pass out.” Minah says dramatically, fanning herself.

“She wears a suit better than all of us!” Cheche exclaims.

“I can’t believe what I’m seeing.” Soweon adds, her mouth wide open.

“You look good, kid.” Hyo gives you a nod of approval.

“I completely forgot she was supposed to be mimicking Bada–” Kyma comments to Chehe under her breath, her eyes widening.

“Unnie, please leave Bada for me!” Lusher whines, looking genuinely distressed. You can’t help but laugh at all the girls' positive reactions, genuinely happy that they think you look good in clothing you don’t normally wear. You open your mouth to say something when another voice cuts in.

“Why are you all screaming?” Bada’s gruff voice comes from a few feet away. She approaches the long line of Bebe girls, trying to see what all the fuss is about. “I heard you all the way from my office–” she stops mid-sentence, finally breaking through the barricade and locking onto your figure.

Like she'd been struck by lightning, she freezes, her mouth dropping, and her eyes going so wide you barely can make out any of her iris. She looks you up and down once, twice, thrice, and then a fourth time.

Bada closes her mouth, then opens it, looking like she wants to say something, but nothing comes out. She just stands there in shock, admiring how amazing you look in a suit.

“Look, the Boss is swooning!” Lusher points at Bada while laughing hysterically; the girls start giggling as well, all the while your fiancée stays stock still in her spot.

“Bada?” You say through a laugh. “Are you okay?”

It seems like your words finally break Bada out of her trance, and she's finally able to speak. “Yes,” she rasps, never taking her eyes off of you.

“Are you sure–” you're not able to finish your sentence because Bada suddenly finds feeling in her legs and surges forward, grabbing onto you gently and throwing you over her shoulder. “What–” you yelp in shock, your world turning upside down as your fiancée starts to walk away from her subordinates. “Bada, what are you doing?”

“I don’t want them looking at you.” She huffs with a pout, advancing toward a more secluded area. “Let me admire you in private, away from them.”

Yes, spending the day with the Bebe girls certainly turned out to be an eventful experience.

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vex91 · 4 months

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Yu Jimin - Fan's favorite

Pairing: Yu Jimin x Female Reader

Fandom: Aespa

Summary: Despite all her worries Jimin was shocked to see how much her fans supported her relationship.

A/N: This is for my incredible and amazing bestie 🌙 anon. HAPPY BIRTHDAY 💕💕

3rd's POV

Jimin smiled at her phone when she saw the picture you send her. It was a picture of you and your best friend in the first row of the concert she was about to have. In the background she noticed some fans with her banners also posing and it made her smile even more. She was always so happy whenever she saw how well you got along with her fans.

She remembers how worried she was when the articles about one of your dates first got released forcing SM to confirm her relationship. She was scared that people would start hating you and harassing you but to her surprise her fans took it really well. Of course there was some negative comments but it got covered with all the positive responses from her fans and it made her so happy, especially when she noticed how much they liked you. Always wanting you to make lives with her and comment nice things on your Instagram.

That night Jimin asked you to come to their concert in Seoul before they took off to their next tour and since you had a day off you gladly came with your best friend. While waiting for the show to start you had multiple conversations with her fans, taking some pictures and sharing your thoughts about the new album. It was all incredibly enjoyable and it made the time pass faster and soon the girls came on stage.

The whole time Jimin was on stage her eyes were always going back to you, she winked at you, send you hearts and just had so much cute interactions with you that made her fans squeal. After they sang their new song "Drama" the girls took a bit of time to walk around the stage and talk with their fans. Jimin immediately went over to you when she had a chance and despite her only planning to grab your hand and talk with you for a bit, she quickly noticed how her fans wanted her to take you to the stage. She quickly catch on to what they had in mind and her face became red. Aeri used that situation to tease the leader a little "Jimin you should get Y/N up to the stage" Jimin glared at her but complied and helped you get on the stage.

You immediately hugged her making the crowd to go wild "They're so cute" Yizhuo smiled making the majority of the fans to scream in agreement and soon they started chanting for you to kiss. You blushed at it and the other girls only chanted with the crowd. You looked at Jimin who also looked at you and seeing as there was no way out, she chuckled and connected your lips in a sweet kiss. Your lips moved in sync as the crowd recorded the sweet moments as they cheered.

You pulled away from each other and you tried to hide behind her, feeling shy due to the moment you shared with her on the stage but to no success as soon the other girls jumped on you, hugging you. Jimin only watched with a smile feeling content with how much her fans loved you and accepted you.

#vex writes #aespa x reader #aespa reactions #yu jimin x reader #karina x reader #yu jimin #karina

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seveett · 8 months

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“ BE STILL . ”

DISCLAIMER; im not dead (surprisingly) just been making hella drafts and never finishing any of them so i present to you a rudy drabble bc hes been taking over my mind all week. (and im extremely lazy atm; not a shocker) Pairings; Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra x Top Amab reader ★ cws; cock warming, fucking on a desk, whiny rudy (giggles), submissive rudy

He grew more desperate by the second, his face buried into your neck as he tried moving his hips just to be stopped by you.

He whined when you stopped him, listening as you went back to filling out paperwork.

“Please..” He said into your neck as he attempted to rock his hips again only to be stopped.

“Be still.” You ordered him only causing him to whine again.

“I’ve been waiting for so long, please..?” He begged, pressing a soft kiss against your neck.

“‘M almost finished, Be patient.” You told him focusing back on the paperwork infront of you.

“You said that 30 minutes ago, i’ve been so good..” He said desperately, huffing against your skin in frustration.

It had been another 15 minutes or so, and he got more and more desperate by the second.

Pre-cum leaked out of his cock, staining onto his shirt. He moved his hips again, But this time you didn’t stop him.

He rocked his hips again, the only thing you did was gently place your hand on his hip still not stopping him.

He kept rocking his hips at a slow pace, to lost in pleasure to wonder why you weren't stopping him.

He snapped out of it as you picked him up and sat him on the desk, sliding all of your stuff out of the way.

His legs instantly hooked to your lower back, arms wrapped around you neck tightly. “You’ve waited long enough, Yeah?” You asked, a smirk plastered across your face.

“Yes— Fuck, i’ve waited so long please just move.” He said, eager to have you cock deep inside of him.

you draw all the way out, tip getting caught on his rim before you slam forward, the sound of skin meeting skin as you continued the action at a fast pace.

Rudy’s muffled moans weren’t muffled for long at your harsh pace, his cock slapping against his stomach as his body with with each thrust.

His nails dug into your back, the pain not even noticeable as the pleasure washed over it.

You leaned down a bit to nibble at his neck, searching for his most sensitive spot finding it instantly.

His back arched as your cock jabbed at his prostate repeatedly, the moans that escaped his mouth were so loud anyone at least three rooms down could here them.

One of your hands gripped his cock, stroking it in sync with your thrust, a choked sob escaped his mouth as you did so.

He started to move his hips back into yours, the knot in his stomach tightening with the extra stimulation of your hand stroking him.

“Fuck— im so close.” He moaned out, his eyes screwing shut. “You gonna cum for me?” You questioned, smirking against his neck as he quickly nodded.

“Come on, cum for me.” You ordered him watching as he wasted no time to do as you said, cum shooting out of his cock and spilling onto your hand and his shirt.

You continued your thrust, chasing after your own climax. your nails digging into his hips and he fully laid back on the desk, gripping your shoulders for support.

He chanted your name over and over again, starting to push him well into overstimulation his back arched again, his mouth falling agape.

“(Name)..” he whimpered out, the overstimulation becoming to much for him. “I know. I’m close baby, ‘m close..” You told him and it was true.

all it took was a few more sloppy thrust until your hips stuttered and you emptied your seed inside him.

You fell on top of him, making sure not to put to much weight on him. You felt you cum start to leak out of his hole, dripping down your balls.

You slowly pulled out of him, walking away quickly to retrieve a towel to clean him off.

Who would’ve thought fucking on your desk would have been that amazing?

᪤; works belong to seveett, do not translate, copy or repost anywhere.

dt; @fizzyyelf

#★🎧seveett #top male reader #dom male reader #x male reader #rodolfo parra x male reader #bottom character #cod men x male reader #cod x male reader

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pinkchrissysposts · 8 days

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°•*TIPS AND ADVICE FOR LOA AND VOID*•°

Guys i have come to decide that my time have come to an end in this amazing app tumblr I feel honoured to be a part of this beautiful community but before I go I would like to give some tips to everyone who.are still in their void/manifestation/shifting journey.

So as we know this is your journey to seize your power no one is gonna be there to help you except yourself. If you have been in this journey for a long time the only thing you are lacking is trust with yourself. Start building trust with yourself,it will become easier to persist. Consistency and persistence is needed of course but also trust within yourself.

I was also someone who struggled alot as a beginner for years but I slowly learned different things that are key to manifest/enter void/shift. Now don't ask what is the key because it has been mentioned in almost every loa post you read.

Follow your own style of manifesting,if you feel frustrated over methods then choose one which resonates with you,what matters is you feeling satisfied at the end.

Now this is for my a+ p girlies, I know I said it multiple times but don't affirm to get in 3D,affirm to make it your dominant thought,your goal should be making the affirmation your dominant thought that's it. It becomes thousand times easier because you also start to detach from the old story,your attention will be more on believing in that affirmation rather then seeing it in the 3D. Like this😤🤌

When we hear about horror stories,we don't see the ghost but we still believe it exist right? We start reaffirming unconscious like there is ghost in the kitchen stuff like that. (That was one shitty example ☠️💀)

I get a LOTS of ask about robotic affirming and saturation,guys it's simple they both quite similar. Well in robotic affirming you just have to chant it without really focusing on it as it saturate you and it's mostly helps with mental diet.

But during saturation try to be more focus on the affirmation,it like focus affirming.

Moving on to void,I will really recommend using the distraction method or zone out method they both are same nothing different. Also just read the masterlist from my old account @graychrissy it had mostly void post with my documented void journey. Also read rotten's shifting guide then use the gateway tape it is available in spotify too,it can be instant to reach the focus 10,but some may need practice but it's easy nothing overcomplicated just a hemi sync (Turing off left side of the brain).

Top method I recommend is affirming,SATS,FOCUS 10,DISTRACTION METHOD, LUCID DREAMING and THE BASIC WAY

NEVER BE AFRAID OF YOUR EMOTIONS,seriously it's something everyone dm me about it's really not important,your emotions are also 3D,it won't mess up your manifestation so just calm down.

Also since the link in master list aren't working I will make a new one,I will be changing the whole lay out of my blog then you guys can use it. Goodbye~~~~~~~;)

#affirmations #law of assumption #desired reality #void state #law of manifestation #loassumption #lucid dreaming #shifting #robotic affirmation #manifesting affirm and persist #a+p girlies #affirm + persist #desire reality #shiftblr #loablr #3d #4d reality #void post

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kaylinababy · 3 months

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Favorite Things During Intimacy

⤷ Sanemi | Kyojuro | Tengen | Giyuu

♡ back to portal ♡ demon slayer ♡

tags nsfw, fem!reader, dirty talk, spanking, groping. (lmk if I missed any!)

˗ˏˋ ♡ Shinazugawa Sanemi ♡ ˎˊ˗

The sounds… Each bated breath. Every small gasp. The way you whine when he completely bottoms out, leaving you whining.

How you can’t even form a proper response to his questions.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet. Why you whinin’?” He doesn’t even want an answer to them, your whimpers are plenty. “Shut up. Shut the fuck up.” He never means it.

The sound of your pussy being aggressively pounded by his cock.

Each squelch, each clap, the bed creaking…

“Your pussy loves talking to me, huh?” He grits his teeth as he hears the whines that you release with every one of his thrusts.

“Fuck yeah.” He chants in sync with your moans, “Oh fuck yeah-” His panting matching yours as he cums inside you. His favorite place, because your moans are just so delicious and loud for him.

˗ˏˋ ♡ Rengoku Kyojuro ♡ ˎˊ˗

The touches… How he touches you as if he’s molding dough.

The way you hold onto his muscular arms for dear life as he enters you for the first time, loving how you occasionally squeeze them.

Speaking of squeezing, he loves how you clench onto his cock when he moves just a tad too fast for you, too soon.

How your thighs squeeze his head as his tongue explores your insides.

The way your shaky and hesitant hands grasp at his hair, feeling too many tingles to express how good you feel.

When he’s all up in your face, chest to chest, and he studies your face as he inserts his fingers into you, his own eyes fluttering as he feels you clench those as well.

How you shake in his arms as he makes you cum for him… “Relax, my beauty.” Why would he want you to? He’s just trying to comfort you before you lose your mind earlier than he expected.

˗ˏˋ ♡ Uzui Tengen ♡ ˎˊ˗

The smiles… but of course, not your smiles.

His wide smile, showing how amused he is at every occurrence while in bed with you.

He smiles at the way your face contorts as he sinks into your from a bizarre angle.

“Do you like this?” Tengen smiles down at you as his large calloused hands shamelessly grope your body as he brainstorms what the next position will be.

He’s so entertained by how you have a surprised look on your face every time he manhandles you.

“What about this?” He suddenly slaps your ass before he shimmies down on the bed, laying your back on his chest before he aligns his length.

“Be ready.” But you never fail to gasp for him, never expecting him to slap your clit with it, making him show his pearly whites as you whimper.

˗ˏˋ ♡ Tomioka Giyuu ♡ ˎˊ˗

The facial expressions you make… How you plead without words.

The way he makes your pouty lips form an O before you begin begging for him to go faster.

How you try to speak before he soothes out your frown lines when he just can’t stop after he cums the first time.

“It just feels too good, so good…” Your palms pressed against his chest, trying to stop him from going further.

“Hold me. Hold me.” He mumbles, looking down at your wrinkled face as you let out long whines for him.

Your hands unable to do anything but grip the sheets as you're ass up, posing for him as he holds your hips so tightly.

Giyuu can only imagine how beautiful your face will look as his cum drips off your tongue.

kaylinababy please do not copy | ty for the ♡ & reblogs!

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octuscle · 1 month

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Howdy, Support! I'm a 22yo twink working at a rest stop in the middle of nowhere. Only good part about my job is uh..."servicing" the passing truckers. One of 'em is a real beast of a man; late thirties, tall, burly and hairy, with a big, solid beer/roid gut that's always straining against his filthy tanktop. Everytime he stops by, we have a beer shotgun contest right in front of everyone. Loser blows the winner in the stalls. I normally enjoy losing (not that I have a choice), but this time, I want him to meet his match...literally! I want to drink him under the table, and with each beer I down, I want to feel my gut grow heavier and larger as my work clothes turn into a stained tanktop and I gradually transform into a hulking, hairy trucker that stinks of sweat, just like him. I've programmed all the relevant settings for height, muscle, hair, BO, attitude and clothing, but I just realized I don't know how to sync the transformation to an event trigger like shotgunning the beers, much less on how to make it gradual! Please help me, he's due today!

I love challenges… First of all, I'll add one more skill to your traits. "Stable up to 3.5 per mille". I don't know how much your crush can take. But now you've got a damn good chance of drinking the guy under the table. However, you should manage at least 2.0 per mille. Because your transformation will take place in parallel with your blood alcohol level. Linear, until you have reached 2.0 per mille. At 2.0 per mille, the transformation is complete.

It's around 8 p.m. when your buddy finally comes in the door. Like you said: a beast of a man. The fist bump he gives you almost breaks your forearm bones. Beast of a man? You're miles or 2.0 per mille away from that. You are cute. But a twink. Not a man.

The regulars know what to expect. They chant "Booze! Booze! Booze!" One of them shouts that you're in desperate need of a protein shot. The others roar. Your buddy orders 20 cans of beer. He shouts to his colleagues that there will definitely be some left for them. He looks at you, winks and licks his lips. He has no idea.

The first can of beer. It really hits you. 0.3 per mille. One seventh of your way gone in one go. You feel a bit dizzy. You've been king of the highway for two years now. Well, maybe prince of the highway. You haven't put much weight on your ribs yet. But the good food at the truck stops and the hard work loading your truck are already having a bit of an effect. Your arms are no longer as thin as twigs.

The second beer. It didn't go quite so quickly. You have to burp loudly. Your buddy follows your example. 0.56 per mille. You've been driving your 7.5-ton baby through the countryside for over three and a half years. Does you good. Not as skinny as you used to be. You look healthy. Maybe a little red in the face. Drunk.

After the third beer you have over 0.8 per mille. Another burp. You need a piss. You stand with your legs apart in front of the urinal to avoid peeing on your boots. You take out your cheesy beauty from your dirty jockstraps. And empty your bulging bladder. Wash your hands? That's for twinks. You simply wipe your hands on your dirty Wranglers.

Janet brings you some onion rings with your beer. Good idea. After the toilet break, you finish your fourth beer almost in one go. Your buddy has noticeable problems. Your blood alcohol level is over 1.0 per mille. This competition between you and your colleague has been going on for about seven years. In the trucker scene, your competitions are small highlights. As soon as it is clear when and where you will next get drunk under the table and then disappear to the stalls, new routes are planned. Service stations know that you'll bring in good sales and are keen to host the competition. There used to be a lot of betting on winning and losing. Your buddy has been unbeaten for seven years. There's not much betting anymore. The odds on you winning are huge. But nobody expects that anyway.

The next beer. At 1.26 per mille, you start to falter. Your buddy weighs a few more kilograms than your 100. Maybe you're already a little over 100 - you broke that magic barrier a few weeks ago on your 30th birthday. Eat, work hard and lift iron in the evening. That shapes your body. And beer. Lots of beer. To the delight of the audience, you interrupt your drinking contest for a short burping contest. The landlord actually has a device to measure the volume. You lose. That's clear. You lack the resonance body…

The next beer is a big miss for both you and your buddy. Your dirty tank tops are now wet from the beer. But that was a quick round of drinking, so it happens. You feel a bit dizzy. Your buddy is already looking extremely glassy-eyed. A murmur goes round the room. Should you really stand a chance?

After the seventh beer, you both have to go for a piss. Shit, why are you doing this to yourselves? So that one of you can blow the other? You do that as often as you can see each other anyway. And luckily your paths cross from time to time. "Dude, has your beast grown?" slurs your buddy as you stand swaying in front of the urinals and can no longer aim and hit the target very well. "You bet your life, get ready for a lot, bro," you slur back. "And now give me a kiss, I can't wait any longer."

You're too drunk to remember to turn your caps backwards. You push his cap off his head and it falls into a puddle of urine. Damn, it's seen worse. You stagger back to your beer cans. After the eighth beer, your first goal is achieved. 2.0 per mille blood alcohol. Spread over a proud 120 kilograms of your 35-year-old body. A passionate trucker for 13 years. Your 36-ton beast is basically your home and your family. Hehehe, there are a few other people in the family too. Mike here next to you, for example. You rip open the ninth can and empty it almost at record speed. Shit, you're going to be sick. Mike opens the can, takes a sip. And stumbles towards the toilet. He can't reach the toilet bowl. But at least he throws up in the sink.

When he comes back, he looks at you with glazed eyes. He falls to his knees in front of you to the loud roar of the audience and tries to open your trousers with his drunken head. You have to laugh. "Not here, not now, Buddie" You pull him up. Let him sober up a bit first. You should both enjoy the moment when he sucks you off for the first time!

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #tank top #age progression #redneck tf #twink to jock #ai image

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athetos · 29 days

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I love the atmosphere of the Metroid games and a huge part of that is the music and sound design. The first game has one of my favorite NES soundtracks, and establishes the franchise’s musical identity as sounding very “alien”; there’s a lot of chromatic notes, compound meters, and eerie silences.

The Game Boy sequel is much weirder, with frequently changing time signatures, no apparent keys, and intentionally discordant intervals. The Metroid battle theme cuts off the phrase halfway through at seemingly random, so it makes it seem like game glitched and skipped 2 beats, but the fights demand so much attention you can’t figure out the pattern to it. The Chozo Ruins theme alone drove me nuts, because despite not being catchy at all it became stuck in my head, especially with that echo across 3 octaves.

Super Metroid’s soundtrack is perhaps the highlight of the entire series. Samus Aran’s theme, which would appear across many titles, is so darkly triumphant, a perfect motif. The ambience of many of the “safe” rooms sounds like nothing you would ever hear on earth. Ridley’s theme is in 5|4, with the mission impossible style “2 long beats, 2 fast beats” that makes it seem like the track is speeding up halfway through each measure then laying off the gas again, which makes for a frantic fight. The “item obtained” jingle is as memorable as Zelda’s, but darker.

Metroid Dread, the most recent Metroid game, has some great themes as well, like Ferenia’s theme, where the bass and left hand piano eventually become deliciously out of sync, and it carries the tradition of ominous ambience and tense battle music, but I truly think the prime trilogy nailed the sound design in particular. Everything - from your footsteps, to the creature noises, to the charging of your power beam, to the scanning noise or static, sounds exactly the way it should. And the music itself is so damn good. Honestly, I think Magmoor Caverns is perfection. It’s a revamp of Norfair from Super Metroid, using the Phrygian scale (yum!), dramatic chanting, and it just keeps building up, and up…

Man, I love Metroid’s soundtrack.

#Metroid #I wasn’t going anywhere with this I just like it :)#ash.mp3 #ash.rom

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shiro41 · 2 months

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Fucking My Teacher- GOJO SATORU

Summmary: Fucking your sleeping teacher is bad enough but waking him up while doing it?

WARNINGS: Somnophilia, blowjob, degration, dirty talk, noncon(?), 1 slap, using of names (bitch, slut, etc.), teacher-student, breeding if you squint, belly buldge, virgin!reader, hint of size kink, yandere!reader

Note: this is an old work for my friend..thought might post something since it's valentines...yeah- im late.

The soft breaths that left his mouth quietly felt as you hovered your finger on his lips. The Ghostly touch of his delicate skin and rested face made your cheeks tint a rosy color.

His worn mask was nowhere to be seen and the usual black attire he wears often at school was replaced with a comfortable T-shirt and boxers that hugged the curve of his waist, exposing the plush of his muscular thighs and shaved legs.

The scent of his perfume lingered despite the newly changed clothes, it clung on his skin like glue and his tufts of white scattered around the fluff of his pillow.

Admist the darkness of his room that's illuminated by the natural light of the moon, you can still see the beauty of this man. Your featherlight touch continued to drag across from his delicate features to his hard muscles that peaked and teased you from the confines of his shirt.

Swallowing a thick load of saliva, you got up from your position before giving the defenseless man a kiss goodnight on his forehead, leaving as fast as a cool breeze with no evidence to trace about someone's presence other than your beloved.

A palpitating heart and cold fingers combine with heated cheeks and whirled stomach, the very thought of Satoru drives you to insanity full of desire and love for your snow white teacher.

The figment of Satoru telling you sweet nothings and holding you close to him more than just a platonic teacher-student relationship makes you drool at the thought. The ecstasy you always feel whenever Gojo's soft skin makes contact with your own, sending you to a state of Euphoria.

You've yearned for his attention, yearned for the feeling of the sweet flying butterflies that whirled in your stomach like a tornado and hungered for his affection.

The small bag containing minor objects that belonged to your teacher was a reminder of how much you love him, the stashed collection of things he has bought and gave on your abode served as a sign of your undying affection for your white haired teacher, Gojo.

The vivid image of his calm breathing from earlier synced with the thrust of your fingers, the audible squelching sound of your juice coated finger and the suppressed moans that dare escape your lips was a reminder how much you lust over your mentor.

Your legs shook with the way your pussy walls clenched against your fingers, sheets coated in white as you felt the Ecstasy of the orgasm. Gojo's unsuspecting faces and stolen photos scattered around your bed like reviewers, surrounding your pleasure filled figure as you continued to suck on your fingers, tongue swirling and unintentionally biting the skin.

The smell of your mentor's freshly washed underwear hitting your nose as you salivate with the idea of Satoru's length shoved down your throat, thrusting in a pace that would leave you in tears, leaking like a broken faucet underneath him.

Your restrained moans and small cries of Gojo's name that became a chant as your fingers slid in and out, stretching the overstimulated vagina that yearned for Gojo's dick.

The loud puffs and pants as you rode out your second orgasm for the night followed by a meek call of his name as your body collapsed from the intense session of masturbation, the bed creaking along the way.

You could feel the wetness in your abdomen, caused by the cum that seeped into the thick covers of your bed. The cloth that Stuck on your mouth was centimeters away from you, a visible wet patch from your saliva and stretched visage of your fingers going deep within your throat.

"Gojo..."

Although sensitive and tired, you pushed yourself to clean up after the mess of your pleasure filled session thinking about your teacher in a way so sinful the devil could not accept in hell.

Morning rolled around for you to attend school with your classmates, greeting Nobara with a bubbly persona and Itadori as you three chit chatted about certain things. Megumi was unfortunately sent to a mission to exorcist curses directly commanded by your teacher, Gojo.

Said man barged into the room with a grin, his towering figure spreading as he made himself welcome despite the late arrival. You found yourself in a reverie about your teacher's flexing fingers, finding them incredibly attractive with the way it curled and straightened with every movement.

You wondered what it would feel like to grip on your thighs and plunge it deep within your sweet pussy, maybe slap the folds and rub your aching clitoris.

The very thought of it makes you shudder and let out a breath, the shaky sigh and quiet rampaging imaginaries you've fantasized about your teacher made you rub your thighs together. How sinful, aroused in class fantasizing about Gojo who seemed to be oblivious—like any other students with you—about your undying lust and love.

"(Name)!"

With a sudden call of your name from his lips and the touch of his hands on your shoulder, the gasp that escaped you and the shiver of your whole body was evident to everybody. It was clear you weren't paying attention to their current topic, too busy undressing Gojo with your eyes.

"Are you alright? Something bothering you, hmm?"

"It's nothing, Gojo.."

"Oh come on, you can tell me! Is it a boyfriend?"

What a tease. Behind the black fabric of his blindfold was his blue eyes that will stare deep within your soul and you knew he was checking your well-being as of now behind his mask.

With an annoyed huff and furrowed brows, you pushed your teacher away to create a space. However, his hands caught your wrists and that alone made your heart skip a beat or two.

His touch was firm yet soft, almost securing you like a fragile package. His hands wrapped snugly around your wrists and you wondered if this is the equivalent of his touch when he's bedding a woman.

"G-get off me, stupid teacher! It's none of your business if I'm thinking of someone!"

You exclaimed, cheeks flushed with tints of pink and glare hotter than the hot summer air. Despite your mini tantrum, your mentor's teasing grin did not dissipate. Instead, it grew to a mischievous smirk that you knew won't end well.

Despite your mini tantrum, your mentor's teasing grin did not dissipate. Instead, it grew to a mischievous smirk that you knew won't end well.

"Care to tell us who?"

The day ended with teasing, Nobara and Itadori's curiosity seeped out of them like overflowing waters. Their arms would cling into the fabric of your uniform like leeches as Gojo's angelic voice sung like an angel from heaven in the background, adding salt to the wound he caused with his mischief.

At the comfort of your room, your stare lingered at the skin of your wrists. Gojo's touch still present despite the fact it's physically absent, love was an understatement to describe what you felt during that moment. It was rather blissful, satisfying.

addicting.

The late of the night didn't make your eyes shut with sleepiness, the overwhelming desire to fuck your teacher rivaled the drowsiness. At an ungodly hour, you've snuck once again at his humble abode with quiet steps and careful movements. The stealth of your figure could compare to a feline's; light and quick.

The familiar door that you've come to know as your beloved teacher's greeted you, blocking whatever is happening inside which you knew by heart. The soft jiggle of the doorknob and a disturbing creak didn't awaken the man who snored blissfully in his bed, covers a mess and position laid out similar to a starfish. The sight made the insides of your body shiver in a pleasant manner.

As per usual, you stared at his defenseless figure completely drinking up the sight of his relaxed state. Oh, how you wish you could just kiss those parted lips and silence the small snores that escape them, feel the flesh of his skin and cup the softness of his cheeks.

"Satoru..."

A breath, you found yourself straddling him. Hovering over his sleeping body with the familiar dancer performing in your eyes; Lust. His breaths harmonize with your heavy pants, touch featherlight against the thin fabric of his garments. Your eyes stayed focused on his covered ones, white lashes at rest that you want to kiss.

Morals and values were not in your book, so does resistance. With a soft bite of your lip, a deep breath and a quick pull, you knew it was too late to go back down and beg for whatever deity you believed in to forgive your sins.

With all its glory revealed your teacher's rested cock, you could feel the blood circulating at the area of your nose as you continued to strip the fabric off his sleeping figure. Slowly, intimately and sinfully.

"Fuck, you're built like god's favorite."

You whispered, softly fluffing his hair and a kiss on his forehead before you retracted and focused on the meaty length that settled in between his muscular thighs. You suppressed a moan, it was better than you pictured. All the pornography you watched late at night, wishing it was his engorged flesh plunging deep into your velvety walls was not comparable to the cock of Gojo Satoru.

The desire to touch and taste his dick was immense, thanking whatever exists above that this man turns off his infinity while asleep. Your pink muscle experimented around the area of his pink tip, swirling it like a lollipop and licking it like chocolate on a spoon. It wasn't as tasty as you expected, it didn't feel like it was supposed to be judging from the adult videos you've seen, however, the tingles and collywobbles confessed how you enjoy pleasing the sleeping man.

A small groan was let out, halting your movement to look over the man who's still thankfully asleep. One could not fathom how low and dirty you swooped in to taste and love this majestic human underneathe you. Diving deeper into the depths of his length, you've managed to suck the muscle that turned slightly stiff overtime.

The head was now slightly hitting your throat, choking and gagging at the thick muscle that snuggly fit in your stretched wet cavern.

You could've sworn the man woke up in a daze before succumbing to sleep a few times before you let go of his now saliva covered dick, liquid dripping on his thighs as his cock stood up like a proud man after your inexperienced performance. Of course, he deserved to be your first in everything.

"Satoru... you're so...mph.."

Staring yet again at his relaxed expression, completely unaware of your doings to his unconscious body. The wet patch on the thin fabric of your panties only grew larger by the minute, it sought to be touched and pleasured, alas, your hands were as busy as your mouth; giving Gojo an inexperienced blowjob in his sleep.

A sigh and a small stutter of your hips when you took off the wet underwear and touched the bundle of nerves that waited to be pleasured, the heat on your cheeks couldn't be any hotter with the way you touched yourself on top of your mentor. It was humiliating but that humiliation was overpowered by the desire and lust to fuck your teacher, have your cunt suck his penis dry of white substances. It made your spine shudder with excitement.

With a hungered lick and a few strokes on his stiff cock, you dare to lead the pulsating tip to your soft folds— teasing yourself with the sensation of his dick on the surface of your sopping vagina. How naughty of you to take advantage of your sleeping teacher, fucking yourself with his aroused member. The slight groans and shifts of his made your body run cold in a pleasant manner, the thrill of waking him up keeps your adrenaline going and heart in a pace of a running man's.

A rather low and restrained moan passed by the guards of your lips as your soaked private suck and ate his throbbing length without any problem with the exception of the discomfort of it stretching your inexperienced hole.

Of course, you believed he's the only man to deserve and experience your divine pussy and take your sacred virginity even when unconscious, the thought of another man's penis taking you makes you shiver in disgust. It was Gojo's and Gojo's only. No one else. So, when you finally settled and felt the burning fire that bloomed as your walls was forced to stretch to a foreign object inside you that's definitely thicker and longer than what your fingers could reach and curl, you softly bounced on his hips.

The feeling of his length softly entering and exiting your hole that morphed into the shape of him was more than heaven, it was paradise.

It felt addicting, it felt satisfying. All you could do was take it in, enjoy the pleasure that it gave despite the minor discomfort it gave and drink up the moments that are rarer than a diamond gem. Sharp intakes of air and soft whispers was all you could do, doing your best not to moan too loud and wake the sleeping man beneath you.

"Satoru, Satoru...! Haah...so good..!"

"I love you so much, I'd kill and die for you...your cock is so big..god!"

Gradually, your pace got quicker as your huffs became louder, almost evident to the cold air that surrounded your heated body. Hand on your mouth, screwing it shut tight and eyes teary with the way his dick thrusted in you as you bounced like a cowgirl on a bull's back. Your toes curled up on the sheets, the nails of your fingers digging on your skin to form small crescent moons and occasionally scratch the delicate flesh.

"Fuck...Satoru!"

"I'm.... I'm....fucking god!"

A silent scream and a stutter of your whole body, creamy and thick white semen overflowed from the inside of your cunt. Your vision faded to black as the earth seemingly stopped to witness your pleasure filled expression, inaudible whines and sobs as your teeth buried deep in your skin to silence the volume of your bliss.

The feeling of incredible strength of a fist tying your hair at the back of your head and a deep, sleepy chuckle made your blood run as cold as Russia's snow. Is this how a deer feels when exposed to headlights? You thought to yourself, stunned by the sudden awakening of your teacher.

"How's your experience so far, sweetheart?"

"G-gojo! It's uhm.."

The situation itself was unexplainable, the feelings you harboured for your mentor were unexplainable. Everything about your doings was unexplainable.

"Now, now, (name). I bet you've enjoyed everything that has happened so far. But, you do know everything you've done is wrong, don't you?"

Was he going to lecture you? That's the best thing that could happen as of now, you think. He's probably going to report you to the jujutsu headquarters or just send you to the police to repent your unforgivable sins. All this happening with his dick still inside, drenched with your dripping cum on the sides of your thighs and his to the sheets of his bed.

"Don't you deserve to be punished?"

The question sounded more like a statement, you felt his grip from behind your head tighten. His other hand is finding a way to your jaw that's dried with your own saliva from the session, ever so slightly pressing the smallest amount of strength that felt like a guard to keep your mouth from lapping anything that belongs to and is on him.

"How naughty of you, (Name)."

He whispered, sending spooky chills throughout your whole body. You waited for his next move, accepting whatever he will do to you like a good obedient girl that's been tamed by the fine hands of her teacher. You've already eaten the forbidden fruit, it was just a matter of time for you to face the consequences of your actions but you did not expect to be caught midway of committing it.

A surprised yelp and a jerk of your body left your soul flying to heaven as his hips rutted without a word, squelching noise audible to both of you as his balls came into contact with your skin. Hands flying to his shoulders for support as he continued without a word uttered for you to prepare, stuffing you with his meaty length vigorously.

"Ah-ah! Sat—Gojo! Please stop I'm sensitive!"

"What happened to 'Satoru', baby? Are you too shy to utter my name now?"

With your teacher's strength, he flipped the both of you. Now underneath him, you could see the oceanic spheres that danced with sinful lust and sadism that matched the smirk on his lips. His hand wrapped around your wrists rather tightly, almost making blood circulation stop in that particular area from the raw strength he possesses.

Hips continue to plunge deep inside you with the speed of a beast that makes the bed creak in a noisy manner as it hits the wall every time Gojo's cock disappears into your body.

"Ah! Satoru! Satoru! Satoru!"

You could only whine and sob, the intensity of your pussy being assaulted with his dick was better than earlier. He truly is an experienced man, making you cry out in pleasure as you willingly submit to be his whore of a student. Your legs are forced to be spread wide and dangle on his shoulders, having deeper access to hit every crevice of your heated walls.

From the Orgasm you had earlier and your teacher's intense pace and rough thrusts, your poor inexperienced vagina could only handle so much stimulation that it made you scream in ecstasy when you felt the gush of juices painting Gojo's length white, legs shaking from the shockwaves and seeing dots of white and black as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"Came already? But we are only just getting started."

"Ngh...Satoru I don't think—"

"You will. Whether you like it or not, you will be taking my dick like a desperate bitch you are. Are we clear?"

You could only respond with a single sob and cry, having no other choice but to take him in despite the overwhelming pleasures your body can't handle.

"Speak!"

A slap on your cheek.

"(Name), don't be a bitch now. Come on, speak and tell me your answer."

Vehement thrusts are what greeted you like no tomorrow, you felt the burning sensation of his harsh touch on your swollen cheek as his eyes glared down at you with a glowing fire of lust.

"Y-yes Satoru!"

You mustered, too fucked up to even form a single phrase. You could feel the wetness of your juices and Gojo's leaking from your hole that's been filled with yours and his rich, white semen. His length continued to assault you glistening pussy without a stop, a few groans and audible pants from him. The hand that acted as a restraint on your wrist continued to clutch them, now stronger than before as he's too indulged with the way your walls hugged his cock, morphing into the shape of it as if he's marking your insides.

"Fuck, you're a virgin aren't ya? This sweet pussy is mine to claim."

His hand that once restrained your arms slithered down your heated, pleasure filled body to the bundle of nerves that he's currently filling up. His index finger toyed with your clit and continued to form a circular motion that triggered a switch for you to automatically raise your hips from the soft surface of his bed and scream his name as you once again came from the added sensation of his hand.

"How pretty."

Diving to reach you, his slimy tongue lapped up the forming sweat and flowing tears on your cheek, tasting it like the last droplets of soda in a plastic can. His fingers continued to skillfully support his beast-like thrusts, occasionally pinching and slapping your vagina as if it were some skin on your arm. Your moans were no longer there, replaced with desperate whines, cries and hiccups.

"Take my cum and don't let it leak, got it? Not a single bit."

He murmured in your ear, biting the shell and wet it with his slithering tongue. A meek nod and a pathetic mustered yes from you before you felt yourself being carried like a newborn to Gojo's clothed chest, arms wrapped around your nude figure to secure your seat in his lap with his penis connecting you both in this ride.

If your screams weren't loud enough earlier, it definitely did now. You swore you saw the glass of unfinished water shake for a moment as your mentor jackhammered himself in you, constant sounds of slaps and squelches becoming background noises from the echoing gutteral moans from you and occasional groans and degration from your mentor.

"Ugh! Satoru! Fuck! Fuck me harder! There, there! Angh..there please!"

"Such a needy b-bitch, don't worry..Teacher's cum will fill you up any second now."

He purred, bouncing you up and down forcefully as he also plowed his pleasure stick as fast and wild as he could. You could see the crack on the bedframe and hear the quick creak of something being bent with the way he stuffed you full.

"Please! Please!"

Pathetically begging, you felt like a slut in need for a refill of his semen to energize you for the day. The world was now in a blurry mess, mixed with the tears and dizziness you're experiencing in sync thanks to your teacher's massive length. You could slightly see your stomach bulge every time his cock disappears, it scared you how long and thick it is to the point it started to get a little too intense for your liking but, you weren't one to complain and would rather save yourself from the advantage of your teacher exposing your sins to authorities or anyone he knows.

His fingers pried your mouth open, exposing your bleeding tongue that's been bitten minutes prior to his awakening. Your eyes widened as you felt the spit of his combine with yours inside your wet cavern being mixed with his tongue like a witch brewing a new potion. The open mouthed kiss didn't let you forget the arching of your back pressing against his torso, the fire that pooled in your abdomen similar to springs recoiling before it snapped in half.

The sudden stop of his thrust and the erotic moan from him made you realize he too, have cummed in sync with you. You felt his lips press at the side of your head whilst the grip of his hands on your waist and hips were the contrast of his soft gesture. You fear they'll bruise later or tomorrow, but that wasn't what concerned you the most in this situation.

The heavy breaths and pants was the only thing you could hear aside from the ringing of your head, feeling the gush of liquids on your pussy and the slow retract of his cum covered dick, witnessing how your stomach visibly deflated from emptiness. You were still high from the overstimulation the man have gave you, the amount of orgasm you managed to produce in one night without having to pass out midway, all of it has made you feel beyond tired and exhausted.

The ustulation was satisfied temporarily, deep within you knew this was not going to be the last you'll ever taste your teacher's dick and the start of you diving deeper into the obsession over your handsome, masked teacher.

Gojo's Azure gaze stayed glued into your hazed ones, still calming down from a draining activity. Was this all worth it? Of course it was, you've tasted your teacher in more ways than what you expected and you were beyond grateful for it, ignoring how humiliating and shameful it is for you to grasp it.

"As a Punishment, you will be sent to a mission three weeks worth of time with no assistance, whatsoever."

#gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader #jjk #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #teacher-student #teacher x student #size kink #dirty talk #somnophilia

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royallyprincesslilly · 6 months

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Title: What We Did In The Dark {1}****

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Warning: Language, 18+ Mature Content, NSFW, SMUT, No Glove Lovin’, Oral: Male & Female Receiving, DO NOT READ @ WORK/SCHOOL

Words: 6.7k

Summary: Neither of you planned any of it. You’d met by chance, and everything that happened after had to have been predestined. There was no way blazing passion like what was between you was something coincidental.

Note: I suspect this is going to be anywhere from 3-6 parts. Heck, it could be more depending on how it plays out during these writing sessions. Also, I had to add some pics so y'all could just see it and envision it. Breathtaking! Anyhoo, I hope you guys enjoy this.

As always, thank you for reading. I appreciate it!

As you enjoyed this, please, LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!! ❤️❤️

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-Lewis-

"Wow!"

"What?"

He heard the question, but he was too entranced by the woman across the beach who was currently dancing around a raging bonfire that was surrounded by dozens of onlookers who were more than likely as entranced as he was. He followed your every move. When your arms raised to the sky, his eyes followed. When your head dropped back to gaze at the darkened sky, his eyes roamed to your face but thanks to the smoke from the fire he couldn't make out your features. When your hips circled then bounced like you'd spent your entire life in the motherland amongst the tribe tapping into every bit of your natural born sensuality, his jaw dropped.

"Fuck!”

He couldn't tell if you knew you were being watched or not because you looked so caught up with dancing and that blew his mind. You blew his mind. He couldn't put his finger on why, so he watched more. Before he knew it, he'd stalked closer and was just behind the expanding crowd. A woman approached you then joined you dancing, your movement syncing as if you'd practiced them but with the variations between your movements, he doubted you had. His eyes remained on you and as the words of the song faded and went to sporadic words…

"Go, Go gyal."

Once it finally reached just base beats, there was no way he could look away.

You dropped to the sand, then moved better than a desert sand snake. You commanded attention and demanded worship for the gift of you. You flung the handful of sand in the air and as it fell back to the earth it dusted across your skin sticking to the lite sheen already spread across you. God, you were beautiful. You were every goddess that had ever existed. Cleopatra, Bastet, Mami Wata, Yemoja, Menhit, you could have been all, shapeshifting with every move.

Suddenly, you looked out into the large crowd for the first time and locked eyes with him. Just like that, he felt like he'd taken a punch to the gut but there was no pain just breathlessness. You smirked and continued dancing all the while keeping your eyes on his. He felt like he was being summoned to you, unable to resist the call like a land siren. He almost found himself stepping forward, but he resisted and walked around the circle of bodies that surrounded him.

Every few steps, he passed behind a body which restricted his view but when he moved again your eyes were there again. Even if it was a sliver of space or a whole gap, your eyes found his and his yours. As the song drew to a close he finally noticed the 6 other women with you who all crept closer until your backs were pressed together in a circle.

You were now panting, your chest and torso rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern that the crowd took as an opportunity to join in and clap to. You dipped down like you were doing the limbo until each of you laid on the sand in a slight curve, knees bent, back and arms spread like you were offering yourself to the universe. That was when the song ended, and cheers erupted all around.

"Holy Shit," he muttered.

As everyone around him lost their shit in cheers, applause, and chants for another, you hugged the women with you and hid your face from the crowd as if you were suddenly embarrassed for the pure power you exhibited and the attention you demanded. A few people approached you no doubt trying to shoot their shot and while you looked to be flourishing under the attention, you also looked the complete opposite. He couldn't understand it one bit.

You made a move to walk off, but before you did your eyes found him in the crowd. For several seconds, you didn't move. There was something in the way you looked at him that made his skin prickle and tingle, something about the way your eyes held his that made his heart speed up and his throat tighten, something unexplainable, something foreign to him, something unnerving.

A small smirk spread across your lips, but it wasn't a cocky one, it was a smirk you gave someone to let them know that you knew something they didn't or you knew something they did but hadn't realized yet. This air of mystery surrounded you and he couldn't look away. He wanted to unravel every complex layer he knew you possessed until you were bare before him; until he saw every little bit of you. The stirring in him didn’t cease and even went so far as to invade his thoughts. He thought about letting you see him just as bare as he wanted to see you.

A hand on your shoulder drew your attention from him and it was like a spell being broken. He felt more like himself as the haze in his head broke apart. The longer you looked away the clearer he felt.

"What was that? What happened to you? One minute you're there, the next gone," Miles asked seemingly coming from nowhere.

Shaking his head, he breathed out, "I don't know man--the weirdest shit just happened, and I don’t know whether I'm going or coming now."

"Okay, all right, maybe--a drink or two? I know you don't like to usually but technically it's off-season."

Sighing, he rubbed the back of his neck. A drink sounded fucking amazing right now, God knew he felt tightly wound.

"Fuck it. Yeah."

"All right, my man!”

The next few hours passed with drink after drink in his hand and him and his boys partying like it was old times. It felt great to let loose without worrying about anything and while he was mostly there he had to admit he still could make out the color of your eyes when he closed his.

When everyone else had gone their own ways, Miles with a beauty who had legs for days, Andrew with a girl whose eyes rivaled the ocean, and Daniel with someone who remixed big booty Judy, he was alone at a secluded part of the beach watching the bioluminescent water lap at the shore. The beautiful azure glow really did the trick to make him feel like he was nothing but a tiny speck in a universe with so much that was unexplained.

He dropped back onto the sand and gazed into the swirl of purple and blue lights that decorated the sky and sighed. He really needed this break. Long minutes passed with him lost in the stars that seemed to glow brighter the longer he stared at them. Suddenly, he felt a slightly sharp pain in his side then came a scream.

"What the fuck!”

He'd said it but another voice echoed the same thing back at the same time. Darting up, he looked at the body that was face down in the sand. The bioluminescent water washed over them bathing their skin in the same blue hue. When they sat up and turned he looked into the same eyes of the woman from earlier.

No way, he began to think just as you spoke.

"No way."

A slow smile spread across his lips hearing his thoughts from your lips.

"I can't believe I actually fell for you," you added.

Seconds later the two of you busted out laughing. In the history of meet cutes, he guessed this was probably the best one yet.

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-Y/N-

How embarrassing you said to yourself as your laughter died down. You had no idea why you’d said that. It was the first thing that came to mind and in true you form, you’d said it. His hand touched yours pulling you upright and the sharpest zing of electricity coursed through your arm making dead impact right in your heart.

In a split second, you felt as if you'd run the New York Marathon at full speed with no hydration stops. Your palms were clammy and hot, and your armpits were unusually sticky. The effect was sudden but so powerful that you yanked your hand from his hoping it would stop. Surprisingly, he did the same.

You both sat there staring at the other with pure confusion etched on your features.

Glancing at your hand, you wondered what the hell that was. Never in your many years of living had you experienced that. You'd heard stories about sparks flying upon first meeting or touching, but you had always chalked it up to lies and exaggeration. Was it though?

"Are you hurt?"

"Uh--um...no. Well yes, my pride is definitely hurt. Other than that I'm ok.

"Blame it on me. I was inconsiderately lying in the middle of the beach in pitch black night."

You knew what he was trying to do, and you appreciated it. "You're right. It is your fault."

Again the two of you laughed together. You continued dusting off the wet glowing sand on your body but most of it wouldn't budge.

"Looks like I am meant to be a blue strobe light for the rest of the night."

"It looks good on you. Makes you look as magical as you are."

You glanced at him, meeting his eyes. For a few seconds, he held your gaze then cringed.

"Oh god, I said that out loud didn't I?"

"Oh yes, you did."

He rubbed the back of his neck and stared out at the glowing blue shore. The expression on his face was a pained one. Amusement filled you then. He was embarrassed.

"So you think I'm magical huh."

"Oh god. How embarrassing. I didn't mean to say that out loud. Sorry."

"Don't be. Girls like compliments, they are an easy method to drop inhibitions."

He snorted then. "So your inhibitions are dropped now?"

You looked further past the shore to the inky blackness of the ocean. The only light on it was from the glittering moon.

"I think I'll need several more compliments before that happens."

Peeping to him, you saw a wide smile on his face. He was even more handsome than his pictures.

"I'm Lewis," he said holding out his hand to you.

"Y/N."

You shook hands and again that same electric current rushed through you. This one zinged south making you clench your thighs together. Stifling a small moan, it came out as a low hum as you looked from him back to the water.

The two of you sat quietly for several minutes. You didn't know what to say. Now you were conscious of the fact that he was practically this hot stranger whom you had just face-planted in front of. He may have been embarrassed about his comment, but you were mortified for that to be your first meeting. Taking a peek at him, you noted his brows were drawn together as if he were thinking deeply about something. Every few seconds his eyes rolled then he squinted only to do it again. You wanted to know what he was thinking but didn't want to pry.

The tide came in again and with it a bottle. Recollection hit you and in the same instant, you reached for the bottle. Once it was in hand, you held it up like a trophy.

"Ha. What's mine will always find its way to me."

You uncorked the bottle of dark rum that you had been carrying before you tripped, then brought it to your lips. After taking two dainty gulps you sucked in a breath to cool your tastebuds. That was when you felt his eyes on you. Sure enough, when you looked his eyes were glued to your mouth which had your outstretched tongue lolling from it.

"Sorry. I should have offered first."

You raised the bottle to him and watched as he looked at it with doubt, then back to you then finally your mouth.

"I swear I brush my teeth 3 times a day, have never had any venereal diseases including mono and herps and I am 1,000% clean. This temple has not received visitors in 11 months at least, it’s probably closer to almost 2 years but neither here nor there, still a really long time," you blurted out.

As soon as the words left your lips you regretted them and when you saw his brows raise in surprised interest, you wanted to burrow like a crab. Doing your best, you tried to shrink but physics didn’t work that way so you turned and began raising the bottle back to your head but before it met your lips, Lewis had pulled it from your grasp and brought it to his and you watched him take not one or two but 3 gulps of the dark rum.

He wasn’t looking at you, he was staring out to the water again making it impossible to read his eyes. Naturally, you wondered why he had changed up so quickly. Truth be told, if some stranger offered me a drink from a bottle they just put their mouth on, you would have flat-out refused. Why hadn’t he?

When he looked back at you, what you thought you saw in his eyes made your mouth run dry. Was that attraction? Desire?

~~~~~~

4 hours later the rum was done and the two of you were lying on the beach in the same spot staring up at the breathtaking canvas mother nature created. As the waves gently crashed against your ankles the vibe between you was one of relaxation. Every so often the waves rushed past your ankles and wrapped around your bodies gently tugging you to the water. Neither of you cared.

Over the last 4 hours, you’d talked about everything you could possibly think of. You told him how you came to travel the world and become an influencer from it. You then watched him laugh when you confessed it was pure happenstance. Next, he proceeded to search some of your videos to prove you wrong then laid it on pretty thick when he praised how you grew a travel hobby into a job and then a career that had millions of followers and now had you collaborating with multiple travel and tourism offices around the world to show their country to the world while being paid for it.

When you revealed some of the pretty cool ventures coming up for you including the opportunity to curate your own line of bikini and vacation wear he genuinely looked impressed. The hype up from him was better than any hype man. It felt good to be talked about this like. It could have been something you easily got used to, but only if it came from him. Thanks to his shouting your name into the darkness praising what a badass you were you were sure everyone within a 7-mile radius knew your name.

It was so easy to talk to him, so easy to tell him everything you’d kept to yourself over the last few weeks that you found yourself doing just that.

"You’re too amazing to be single for almost 2 years," he blurted out.

You snorted. "I am not amazing. You only think that because you don't know me, and you have had the strongest dark rum in Mauritius which I hear is no fucking joke."

He smiled then and your belly flipped. He truly was gorgeous.

"Naw, that’s not it. We’ve lied here for almost 4 hours and talked and talked, I think I know you."

You rolled onto your side propping your head up with your hand. His eyes roamed over your body for a split second before returning to your eyes.

"Tell me what you think you know then."

Lewis studied you in silence for several moments before he too rolled to his side and mirrored your positioning.

"You're a loving and kind daughter, a giving and supportive sister, an honest, reliable, and loyal friend, a fun and fair aunt who always sneaks in ice cream, cake, and candy, and a passionate, thoughtful, alluring, compassionate, dedicated and sincere girlfriend. You are always there for those you love giving and giving even when you have nothing left to give. You offer comfort, warmth, and light to those you are around. You laugh with everything you have; you tell it like it is, you keep people at a distance until you are comfortable with them then show them all the wonderful sides of yourself which they easily get addicted to."

Your smile had now faded as you listened to him describe you to a T.

"You're--," Lewis began again this time his voice lower and much deeper than before. "You're--beautiful, like really, really beautiful, and effortlessly sexy. Like, I’ve seen women force it either by how they dress or behave or even talk. You haven’t done any of that and still, I find you sexy. You’re--."

Lewis paused and he looked like he was debating his next words and even if you wanted to change the subject you couldn’t. There was something about hearing his words on how he saw you that made you want to hear more.

Lewis released a harsh breath and the scent of the rum brushed against your face. "You're a captivating and tempting mindfuck."

Your eyes bugged then you snorted. Dropping onto your back, again you laughed loudly for several long moments.

"Wow. A mindfuck."

“A mindfuck,” Lewis repeated lowly.

You had no idea what to make of that, no idea what he meant by it, and you were so tempted to press further for him to clarify but you had to stop yourself because he could either say the right thing and you’d pounce him or he’d completely fuck it up and ruin the entire vibe. Deciding to let it go, you darted back up then stood. "I think there is no better time for a swim."

You began undoing your romper and instantly Lewis' eyes dropped to your hands. He watched as you undid the buttons never taking his eyes off of you. Only when the buttons were completely undone did he look away.

"Ehm. I’m sorry."

You scoffed. "No worries. Apparently, I’ve fucked your mind.”

His eyes met yours.

“You can’t be held accountable for your actions...or inactions."

Lewis’ brow flicked upward, and you suspected he’d grasped your meaning. You peeled off the romper revealing your bathing suit underneath. Once you’d kicked yourself free from the material, you turned and walked to the ocean. "Feel free to come with, there is nothing quite like swimming with bioluminescent algae."

Jumping into an incoming wave, you giggled and allowed the tide to pull you back out to sea. The waters were far from rough, and you were glad for it, nothing would suck more than getting pulled under and embarrassing yourself further. As you played in the water it glowed intensely. You knew the more the algae was bothered the brighter it would glow.

“What’re you doing?”

“Watch.”

You went berserk in the water sending water everywhere and probably attracting a shark in the process, but you knew the risk would produce a breathtaking result. Then you stood perfectly still as the algae did the rest of the work. Sure enough, the immediate area around your body glowed almost unrealistically. Smiling you looked up and found Lewis right at the shore. He was now shirtless with the water reaching to just above his knee. His jaw was slightly ajar, and his eyes glued to you.

His lips moved but you didn’t hear the words that came, instead, you smiled wider, then spun around.

“I know, I’m magical.”

~~~~~~~

-Lewis-

“Oh fuck!”

He thought it, then said it, and holy shit he felt it. This had to be the effects of the dark rum. He’d never had such a strong reaction to a woman before. He’d never recklessly lose himself in someone. His body inched forward bringing him deeper into the water, closer to you, and further under your spell. If you looked hypnotizing before with the blue hue coating your skin you looked spellbinding surrounded by it. The algae glowed so powerfully that it looked like it was you who was glowing.

Fuck you were beautiful, and his body reacted to it like he was a teenage boy rather than a grown ass man. Once he was in front of you he reached for you, clasping your hands in his. Suddenly, you sucked in a breath, and he wondered if you too felt like you’d stuck your finger into an electrical socket. He watched you sink your top teeth into your bottom lip, and it was then he made up his mind to taste those lips before the sun came up. He had to at this point.

He then felt your feet on his torso pushing him back before you giggled and swam away.

“Not it!”

He scoffed then swam after you. Every time he got close you evaded his touch even going as far as to dip under the water. Thanks to the algae he could perfectly make you out and you looked to be having the time of your life. When he caught your ankle he pulled you back trapping you in his arms before you escaped. The process went back and forth. When he caught you, it was your turn to get him and after several rounds, he found himself more relaxed than he’d been in a long time.

After filling your lungs with air, the two of you floated under the surface staring at each other. You had a smirk on your lips that was just like the one you’d worn when you danced at the bonfire. You turned away from him then swam off and in an instant he was swimming beside you.

As you pointed out something to him on the ocean floor, he clocked a school of fish headed right for you. Reaching for you, he pulled you into him keeping your face hidden on his chest. As the fish of at least 50 swam around you brushing against the two of you in the process, he kept you close, protecting you. You looked up at him holding him captive with nothing but your stare.

What fucking Disney storybook did he get trapped in for this to be a real moment right now, he wondered. The draw to you was so powerful he could tell you felt it too. You pointed to the surface, and he nodded his agreement before flitting upward. He was the first to emerge but seconds later you followed and as you did your eyes were open and hooded.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

You both spoke at the same time then a nervous laugh escaped you both but neither of you took your eyes off of the other. When the laughter died down, the silence stretched until he brought his hand to your cheek. Slowly, he slid his thumb across your cheekbone then lower to your bottom lip.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for hours. Hell, I think I’ve wanted it since I first saw you between the flames of that bonfire. Can I?”

Your nod was slow, as if you were deciding as you gave him the okay. He waited a few moments for you to change your mind then closed the space between you pulling you against his body. You gasped softly and that one simple thing set him off. When his lips pressed to yours, the same electric sensation washed over him and every intention to go slow went right out the metaphorical window.

“Mmm.”

He felt your legs wrap around his waist and it was an absolute fucking wrap. In nothing but one second, the kiss went from an introduction between you to something much more sensual, something much more familiar. He moaned from the intense rush of chills through his system from the sensation of your nails raking across his back. It was then he nearly pulled your bathing suit bottoms to the side and found out just how much of him you could take. Instead, he kissed you more intently swirling his tongue with yours while his hands slowly roamed down to cup your ass.

“Mmm,” you groaned as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

At that moment, the kiss became frenzied. You both were trying to take everything from this simple act. Trailing kisses from your lips down your jaw and to your neck he licked, nibbled, and sucked your skin. With each action, you moaned louder. When you rolled your head back to give him more access he pressed you more firmly against himself increasing the electric current between you.

“Fuck,” you croaked.

It was then he knew you had to feel it too. When his eyes met yours he saw the truth in your eyes. You felt everything he was feeling. Biting your bottom lip, you drew his attention there and before he could react you crashed your lips back to his. As you kissed him, he allowed you to take control and when you did, dear God was he close to just cumming right then.

Turning, he made his way back to the shore never breaking the kiss or the contact your bodies had. Your hand slipped between your bodies and then cupped his already rock-hard need. That was it. All thought or thinking power evaporated and he lowered you to the sand. When he felt water lap at your back it barely registered that he hadn’t made it completely to shore. When he began to rise again, you stopped him.

“No. Now!

He recognized the same desperation for a release as he currently felt. You lowered your hand to the elastic waist of his shorts and tugged them emphasizing what you meant.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded without missing a beat. He crushed you with another searing kiss as you spread your thighs so he could hover over you. All around you, the bioluminescent algae lit up framing you with glowing sapphire bulbs. As he kissed you, he loosened the tie of your bathing suit top, then pulled back to watch it fall away.

“Shit, you’re perfect,” he said before he grasped them.

Rolling the bud of your nipple between his thumb and forefinger he devoured your neck. You moaned his name as you writhed underneath him. When his lips finally wrapped around your nipple, you shrieked into the night then hugged his head to your breast. The slight saltiness of your skin played well with what he swore was vanilla and brown sugar. You tasted amazing.

“Uuugh, Lewis!”

He moaned his response and trailed his lips down the center of your body. He wanted to be inside of you but he wanted to taste you even more. When he reached your pelvis, he pulled the string that was the only thing keeping your core from him. As another wave came in and washed over your body it pushed the fabric from your pubis giving him the first sight of you. He couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath, you were beyond beautiful. Dropping a kiss to your pelvis, he trailed them right between your thighs.

The first taste of you nearly pushed him right over the edge and from that first taste, it was like he was a parched man who hadn’t had a drop of water in days. Only you tasted better than water, better than candy, better than anything he’d had in a long time. When he sucked your clit into his mouth, you gasped, clamped your thighs around his head, and arched off the sand. Bringing his hands under your ass, he held you in the air and sucked your flesh more intently.

“Aah!”

After a few moments, your thighs relaxed giving him more freedom and he used it to flick his tongue against your clit. That move brought your hands to his head and soon you were bucking against his mouth, using him as you saw fit while you chased your pleasure. Your eyes locked as you did it and it was at this moment he knew once would never be enough. He’d wanted you bare before him earlier and now he wanted much, much more. He wanted you crippled with pleasure underneath and on top of him. He vowed to make it so.

~~~~~~~~

-Y/N-

“You were born to eat this pussy!”

You knew if he kept this up you were going to cum and you doubted once would be enough. He must have heard your thoughts because he held your core more firmly against his mouth and swirled his tongue around your clit in the most toe-curling way that your body shook.

“Fuuuck!”

He moaned against you then pulled back just a little and that was when you felt him slide his tongue inside of you.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

Again Lewis moaned and quickly delved his tongue in and out of you as his thumb flicked your clit. Your eyes rolled backward and that was when you lost control of your body and came right on his mouth

“Aaaah!”

To your surprise, you watched as your juices squirted wetting his mustache and beard. That only made him suck your clit harder and that in turn made you cum again.

“Fuck, Lewis! Fuck me!”

Decorum? You didn’t know her. Denial? Y’all were currently separated through irreconcilable differences. All that you wanted was to feel him inside of you. Lewis lowered you then licked his lips, sucking the bottom one into his mouth and you couldn’t wait any longer. Never had you ever wanted someone this badly. Never had you reacted to someone as powerful as this.

Lewis stood then peeled off his shorts and took your breath away. You gaped at the sight of him standing fully naked before you. Holy shit, you thought as your eyes took in every toned muscle. When your eyes dropped to the intimidating mass poking straight out you gulped. He was easily bigger than any you’d ever encountered before. Doubt filled you for a second, but it was quickly quashed by the sheer power of your desire.

Springing up, you braced on your knees then gripped then stroked him. Lewis groaned as he watched you. Your hand barely fit around him, and that fact had your brain staggering to fully comprehend just what you’d gotten yourself into. You didn’t lament too long, instead, you wrapped your mouth around him sliding lower bit by bit. When you felt him just at the back of your mouth right at your tonsils you moaned and then took a breath before continuing.

Lewis’ wide eyes said he hadn’t expected it and the feel of your throat had him dropping his head backward.

“Uuugh, fuck, Y/N.”

Hearing your name come out of his mouth because of the pleasure you were giving him filled you with confidence and that was when you picked up your speed. As you pulled back you swirled your tongue around his length then plunged him deeper into your mouth. When he was at the back of your throat, Lewis wrapped his hand behind your head and held you there.

“Aaaaah!”

It took everything in you to suppress your gag but you held on as long as you could. When a tiny one escaped you, Lewis released you pulling himself free from your mouth. A long thick line of saliva stretched between you as your eyes locked.

“You look good with this cock down your throat.”

“Mmm.”

That was all you needed to hear to put him right back in. This time you didn’t go slow, you didn’t tease him, or take your time, you bobbed on him with dedication daring him to not cum. With every delve into your mouth, Lewis groaned, and with every groan you moaned on him.

“Fuck, magical just as I thought.”

You took him deep then shook your head. As soon as you did it, Lewis pulled back, then hovered over you as you lay back. Once he was kneeling between your legs, he rubbed himself against your wetness nudging your clit with every swipe upward.

“Mm, fuck me, Lewis.”

You gripped your breasts and spread wide for him. When you felt him push forward your jaw dropped from the stretch. Slowly he filled you, sinking deeper and deeper into your heat while you gasped like a fish out of water. Both of you stared between your thighs watching as he sunk deeper and deeper. Before he’d made it all the way your hand rested at his hip. With that, Lewis pulled back and then plunged back in.

“Aaaaah! How are you so fucking tight!?”

He gripped your hips, changing the angle then pressed forward more.

“Can you take it all like a good girl?”

Either that or you’ll die trying, you thought to yourself before you nodded to him. Lewis continued sinking into your depths until he’d bottomed out. Both of you exclaimed at the same time as intense pleasure washed over you.

“Oh my god, you’re gonna make me cum,” Lewis hissed out.

You planted your feet into the sand and raised up then circled your hips, the action made him gasp as he gaped at you. “Who the fuck are you?”

Smiling, you continued circling your hips until Lewis took over and began sliding in and out of you. What began slowly became more hurried with every circle of your hips. When he pressed your thighs apart and to the sand he hovered over you fucking you steadily but slowly. With each thrust, you arched backward getting lost in how good he felt. With each thrust, he grunted your name and with each thrust, you shook.

Before you could get used to the feel of him this way, Lewis pulled out, then sank back on his shins.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he said swiping his fingers through your folds.

You arched back and rocked your hips back and forth using his fingers as you massaged your breasts.

“I don’t think I’m gonna get enough of you.”

You smirked and watched as he stroked himself. “Come here, put that pussy on me, girl.”

Did you need to be told twice? Nope!

~~~~~~~

-Lewis-

As you stood in front of him, he looked over every inch of you and fell deeper under your spell. Every inch of you was perfect, every slope, dip, swell, and curve. He slowed his strokes though it was the last thing he wanted. He wanted to bury himself so deep inside of you that the universe would get the hint and leave you that way. When you turned around and bent over, he nearly pounced on you like the wild rabid animal he felt like. Dropping a heavy hand across your ass, you yelped and he watched as it shook.

“What a fucking view, Y/N!”

“Like it?”

“Fuck yeah I do.”

You turned to him then and slowly came closer. When you were a hair’s length again he tipped his tongue out and licked across your clit. You stood there moaning while he quickly got lost. When you bucked your hips swiping your pussy across his lips, he moaned then grabbed your ass.

“Mmm, ride this tongue, Y/N. Show me how bad you want me.”

You were a dream. Not only did you react to his touch in a way no one had before, but you also obeyed him so easily. He could tell there was something hidden, laying in wait just under the surface, something that probably matched his deepest desires. You rocked your hips back and forth sending your wet pussy across not only his lips but his nose. You moaned, gasped, and whimpered with every move. As he watched you take what you wanted from him, he could feel himself inching closer and closer to his own release. Who the fuck was this woman to have him like this?

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

He moaned his approval and almost instantly your hips sped, it was then he began sucking your flesh.

“Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes! Right there!”

He held you in place and doubled down as you became the most beautiful you’d ever been. When you lowered yourself over his lap, you were dripping wet, matching his own leaking appendage. The first feel of you sliding down his length, had him gritting his teeth, pleading with himself to not cum. Every inch you took, the lower he dipped into the well of insanity that was steadily trying to pull him under. When he filled you to the hilt, you arched backward jutting your breasts in his face. Taking advantage of the moment, he sucked your nipple into his mouth and teased your body.

When you began rocking on him every hair on his body stood on ends. Fuck you felt so good, too good. In no time you were bouncing on him rising up, dropping down, then griding your hips.

“Uugh, yes. Fuck me, Y/N!”

And that was what you did. He rested back on his hands and watched as you rode him. Every little trick you incorporated had him salivating to take control from you and plow you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk. Still, he held himself back and watched you, a show that was becoming a favorite of his. You angled backward changing the angle and your speed sending an all-telling shiver through him.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, Y/N!”

“Cum for me. Show me how good this pussy feels, show me how bad you want me, show me how much I own this dick. Cum for me Lewis!”

“Shit!”

Gripping your hips, he moved you on him more rapidly. Every time you came down he pumped up into you making your breasts swing until they gently slapped his mouth. Catching a pert nipple between his teeth, he applied slight pressure.

“Oh god, I’m cumming, Lewis!”

Shit, he was right there with you, and he could tell it was going to be one for the record books. With every slam into you, he squeezed your hips trying to keep himself tethered to Earth because he quickly felt himself fading.

“Aah, ah, ah, shit!”

You bucked forward once, then twice and that was it. An overwhelming need to possess you took over, making him grasp your neck. Holding you in place, he erupted filling you so completely and perfectly. You whimpered and screeched each time he tried to burrow deeper inside of you. As he released spurt after spurt inside of you he should have softened but after his 6th spurt, he was still solid as granite.

“Fuck!”

Flipping you onto your back, he spread you wide and continued plowing into you with reckless abandon. He chased his second release while watching your body writhe underneath him. He felt like a madman; like he had no control over himself. It was a real fear of his, one he worked overtime to prevent but right now, with you he felt himself lose that control. You didn’t look to have noticed that he was a completely different person now and for a moment he got distracted watching you as your pleasure held you hostage.

Again, his release crept up on him and after he’d filled you for a second time he dropped onto his back still hard. What the fuck was happening!?

“Mmm,” you said rolling to your side to cuddle close to him.

“I—I’m sorry,” he muttered.

“For what? This?”

You grasped his length and stroked. “Don’t be. Just means more fun for me.”

His eyes locked on yours surprise filling him. You smirked, leaned forward kissed him once then bit down on his bottom lip before disappearing between his legs. When he felt your mouth around him he groaned huskily from the confirmation that what lay in wait within you just under the surface was indeed a match to his deep dark desires. You bobbed on his engorged need, moaning the entire time as if he tasted like candy and sugarcane. His brain blanked for a moment at the realization that he wanted more than he should, a lot more. When his eyes found the sky again, he took in the streaks of pink amongst the black background and had one final thought as he felt yet another orgasm tightening his balls, he knew this—whatever it was, was far from over.

To be Continued...

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