#Imagine we could transfer breast

[yoikami]

My breast often gives me disphoria, pain and is overall annoying and I’m going to have it reduced. So I suggest this:

Someone, offer my breast to a trans gal in need thanks

#tbh it's big enough for two #i was gonna make a dumb joke #a joke similar to ''i wonder if brown hair would suit me'' *dates a brunette* #enby #non binary #trans positivity #Imagine we could transfer breast #I'd just hand it over #maybe like 70% because you don't deserve too much that it'd be a nightmare to live with #yoi rant #last braincell talk

[wakandas-vibranium]

Wednesday Nights || Part One

Pairing: Pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, smutty smut, phone sex, dirty talk, teasing, swearing, sex work

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: As a single parent of an active kid Joel’s funds were tight, so he needed to find a quick way to make more income and surprisingly, you could make good money being a phone sex operator.

A/N: I kept daydreaming about Joel being a PSO. When I went to search for related fics I couldn’t find any so I wrote one :) Please like, comment and reblog!

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Your nerves deteriorated with each passing minute. It was almost ten o'clock. On most days, the time didn't matter, but today was Wednesday. Wednesday nights were highly essential for you. 

For the past five months, you've been making late-night phone calls to talk to a specific phone sex operator named Jay. You had a sneaking suspicion that "Jay" wasn't actually his name, but you didn’t let that bother you. You understood that the operators were obligated to follow certain procedures for their own safety. 

Except for the few small truths he told you, Jay's personal life was a vast mystery to you. All you gathered about him from your extensive conversations was that he was a man in his early thirties from the southern parts of the United States who enjoyed a good cup of coffee before starting his day. He never specified where in the south he grew up, but the Texan drawl sounded too genuine to be artificial.

On Wednesdays, Jay only worked until 11 o'clock, so the two of you came to the conclusion fairly early on that you should dial in a little after 10 in order to ensure that you were his final call of the day.

You managed to calm your nerves by doing a little dance. You twirled in circles until you found yourself standing in front of your full-length mirror that was intentionally placed in front of your bed. You stopped dancing and stood there, appreciating your half-naked figure in the mirror as you waited for the clock to strike 10:03. 

You weren't sure why you always ended up so nervous around this time of the week. You'd been doing this for a while now, but it was just something about Jay that turned you into the shyest little thing.

You looked downright delicious in your baby blue lingerie. You brought it this afternoon along with a new toy. It wasn't like Jay could see it, but your imagination ran wild. Your breasts sat flawlessly in the laced blue bra. You looked like a fucking snack. 

If only you could meet Jay in person, you thought, sighing in disappointment. You eyed the clock and shook the negative thoughts from your head before you ended up in a funk. It was time to dial in. 

You were already drained from the week's stressors, and there were still two more days to go. You were in your last year of graduate school and utterly stumped on your thesis. You were sick of doing research, reading, typing, crying, and everything else that came with being a grad student. At this point, all you wanted to do was talk to Jay for as long as you possibly could and get off. 

You called in, waiting for the main operator to ask you who you wanted to be transferred to. She answered in her usual upbeat voice. You answered her question and before you knew it the line was being transferred to Jay. You held your breath on every ring, as you always did, until Jay picked up. Unexpectedly, a memory of your very first call came flooding back.

9:58pm five months ago

Valentine’s Day

Ring. Ring. Click. 

“Decompress until there’s a mess,” a cheerful woman said as she answered your call and you fought back a cackle at that ridiculous ass slogan. “Who would you like to speak to tonight?”

“Umm…this is my first time calling, so I’m not really sure.” you admitted.

“That’s alright, sugar,” the woman assured softly. “Let’s start with the simple stuff. Do you have a preference for gender or ethnicity?” 

“Umm, well, ethnicity doesn’t matter, but I’d like to speak with a man.”

“Okay. We’re getting somewhere. What kind of man?” 

“Someone with an accent.” 

“What kind of accent? We have ‘em all here, sugar.” 

The constant use of the pet name actually eased your nerves. Your shyness was depleting while your confidence was rising. 

“A southern accent?”

You had a slight accent kink since you could remember. You appreciated all accents, but there was something extra sweet about southern men and the way they could hold a conversation. Maybe it was because you grew up in the south too. 

“Louisiana?” The operator asked as she typed away at her computer. By the sound of her taps, her nails must have been quite long. You bet they looked as pretty as she sounded. 

“More of a Texan accent please.” You insisted, nibbling your bottom lip as you waited for her to find someone. 

“That’ll be Jay then.” 

“It looks like he’s finishing up another call,” she informed. “Do you mind waiting on hold for a few minutes before I transfer you?” 

“No, I don’t mind. Thank you.” 

“Okay. Placing you on hold now.”

You were on hold for maybe forty five seconds. The wait music stopped abruptly and the line rang four times before a sultry voice spoke. “Hello, darlin’.” 

And fuuuuuuuck. 

The sultry twang of his voice sounded like toe curling, earth shattering, raw sex.

You went to say hello, but for some reason you forgot how your mouth worked. You palmed your forehead, wincing.

How embarrassing. 

“Hello?” he said, tone shifting slightly. 

“Hi.” you finally whispered, palms somewhat shaking. You never did anything like this. Thank god he couldn’t see how much of a nervous wreck you were. You weren’t a virgin, but you didn’t have that many sexual experiences. There was plenty left for you to learn. 

“Sorry,” you continued, swallowing the lump in your throat. “This is my first time doing something like this and I’m a little nervous.” you admitted, shifting in the computer chair, spreading your legs. 

“I understand. We can take it slow, okay?” 

“Okay.” you nodded as if he could fucking see you. 

“My name is Jay. What’s your name?” 

“Y/N.” you blurted, without thinking. Were you supposed to give him a fake name?

He chuckled softly, “That your real name, darlin’?”

“Yeah,” you sighed deeply. “It is actually.”

“Well, Y/N is such a pretty name.” He complimented. 

“Thank you.” you smiled, shoulders relaxing as you began to twirl in your chair. 

“How old are you?” Jay asked. 

“I’ll be 28 next month,” you revealed, slipping into a more seductive voice now that your nerves were further away, “How old are you?” 

“I’ll be 31 later in September.” 

“Ah, so you’re a Libra man?” you teased. You weren’t super into astrology, but you knew the basics and looked at compatibility charts every now and then. 

“Am I now?” he laughed.

“You are and I’m an Aries. Apparently we’re very compatible.” 

“Is that right?”

“Yeah.”

“You believe that?” He retorted.

“Sort of.” you mumbled, half shrugging. 

“I think we’ll find out in a lil’ bit.” Jay purred. You pulled the phone away from your ear as you shivered in anticipation. You were already wet for him. 

Goddamn. He already had you hooked

“Evenin’ darlin’,” Jay answered warmly on the third ring. 

“Hi,” you responded, beaming up at yourself in the mirror. Jeez all it took was a simple greeting from Jay to have you smiling from ear to ear. “How has your day been?” 

“It’s been alright. Even better now though.” He said, already flirting. 

“I’m wearin’ the blue lace lingerie we looked at last week.” You blurted, getting straight to the point. You usually talked about regular things, but you were pent up and needed him to do what he was perfect at and make you a soaking wet mess. 

“Ohh,” he exhaled sharply, “I wish I could watch you model it for me, Y/N.” He was always so good and going with the flow. He always made sure to give you what you needed. After all, that was what you were paying him for. It was left unspoken that you both forgot that this was a transaction a few months ago. 

“I bought a toy, too.” 

“What kind?” He perked up, even more interested.

“You got your laptop open?”

“Mmhmm.” he replied.

“Go to www.lovegasm.com.”

You listened to the pad of his fingers fall against the laptop keys as he followed your instructions. You ignored the fact that you were lowkey jealous of the keyboard that got to feel how his fingers felt against them. 

“Okay. I’m there.” 

“Click on the drop-down in the left hand corner.” 

“Okay.”

“Then click on ‘for women’ then select ‘dildos’.” you instructed, you slid off your shawl, moving over to the edge of the bed to give him and the page a few extra seconds to load before asking, “You there?”

“Yep. Which one am I looking for?”

“Right column. Sixth one down.” 

“I see,” he said, humming in excitement. 

“Look familiar?” You asked, giggling softly as you laid back on your bed, spreading your thighs. 

“A bit.” he admitted, unable to hide the smile in his voice. You could hear it clear as day. It was another small thing you looked forward to. 

“I can’t wait to feel yo—it inside me, Jay.” you caught yourself, but it was too late. He’d already heard you and his cock twitched in response. 

“No, you were right the first time, baby.” he said, kind of muffled, grunting softly as he raised his arms, removing his shirt and unbuckling his belt. 

“I’m a bit thicker towards the top so we’re gonna have to finger you open, so that I can slide in perfectly.” 

“Okay. Do you want me to take off my panties?” 

“No,” he said, inhaling sharply. “Pull them to the side and rub your clit for me.”

You obeyed, pulling your panties to the side and slowly rubbed your clit with your middle finger, sighing softly. 

“How wet are you?”

“Honestly,” you breathed deeply, running a finger down your slick slit. “I’ve been wet for you all day, Jay.” He groaned deeply at your admission, thick cock swelling in his pants. 

“You’re gonna cum twice for me tonight, Y/N. First on my fingers, then on my cock.” 

Your mouth fell open in a silent gasp. He knew you loved when he talked to you that way. It helped you get off even more. 

“Got it?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Repeat it.” he demanded, growling softly in your ear. You stopped breathing for a second. Completely turned on by the rough tone he was taking with you. 

God he knew what you liked so well. 

“I’m cummin’ twice tonight. On your fingers, then on your cock.” You repeated, voice deep with arousal. You whimpered softly, rubbing faster as you felt that coil deep in your belly loosen a smidge. You were getting closer to the edge. 

“Good girl.” he praised, making you sigh deeply and even more of a puddle. 

“Slide a finger inside you,” he instructed, “Slow pumps.” 

You obeyed, pushing in your middle finger, massaging your folds gradually. Although the motion was effective, it wasn’t sufficient. It didn't push you very far at all. You needed more. 

“Can I add another finger, baby?” You asked, moaning louder as you rubbed your clit in wide slow circles, getting wetter by the second.

“Go ahead,” said Jay, granting you permission.

You added another finger, pumping faster. Now you were getting somewhere.

“Jay,” you moaned softly, grinding down on your fingers as you sped up just a little. 

“I love the way you moan for me.” he praised, grunting softly as he popped the button open on his jeans and unzipped them. The faint sound of his zipper being pulled down made your nipples harden almost painfully. 

“Shit Jay, I wish these were your fingers.” you admitted, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, shyness long gone. You closed your eyes, picturing Jay’s fingers inside of you, while his free hand held pressure on your lower stomach. You listened to him pull his jeans down some. 

“I know baby,” he groaned, palming his hard cock through his boxers, “So do I.” 

“Keep rubbin’ your clit for me,” like the good and dutiful girl you were, you obeyed, rubbing your bundle of nerves in tight, fast circles. Your other fingers were busy pumping in and out of your tight hole. 

It was weird at this angle, but you added a third finger and curled them up. Your thighs trembled as you fingered and rubbed yourself harder. Jay could hear how soaked you were for him and pulled his cock out, thumbing the bead of precum before stroking it lazily. You were always so wet for him and he oh so badly craved to taste it. 

He inhaled sharply before letting a single command fall past his lips, “Cum.” 

“Fuuuuck!” you moaned loudly as you came, body jerking against the bed as you worked yourself slower. 

“That’s it, baby,” Jay purred lowly, talking you through a well anticipated orgasm. “Let it out for me.” You were gonna have to change your sheets, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. You were sex crazed. 

One down. One more to go. 

Jay’s hand locked down painfully on his cock, stopping himself from almost cumming. “Now grab my cock and put it in your mouth.” Jay said, taking a steadying, deep breath. The sounds you made when you came always got to him. The sinful whimpers and desperate grunts you let out damn near made him go feral with lust. 

You palmed the silicone cock and brought it to your lips, licking up the veiny shaft before taking it into your mouth. 

“Suck it, baby. Let me hear it.” He cupped his dick loosely, starting back up with slow strokes. He had to be careful. 

You sucked the head while simultaneously pulling on the base, making the tip tug at your plump lips.

“Mmhmm,” he moaned, encouraging you to take him deeper. You tilted your head to get a better angle and took the fake cock as deep as you could, bobbing your head up and down, moaning loudly. When you choked, Jay growled. “Fuuuck, baby! You take me so well.” 

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” Jay said, panting sharply, “I can hear it. Go ahead and push me in. I know that I’ll fit easily.” 

“Goddamnit Jay,” you cursed, letting the dildo fall from your stretched lips with a loud pop, slapping your inner thigh hard enough to leave it aching in the morning.

“What?” He asked, snickering softly because he already knew the answer. 

“You just always know what to say.” you praised, gasping softly as you pushed the cock inside you, all the way to the hilt. He was right. It stretched you, but you were so wet it didn’t even pinch. 

You pushed the silicone cock inside you deep and fast. It felt so fucking good. You paused your moans so you could hear Jay. You wanted to match his strokes. Once he realized what you were doing he sped up. 

“Yeah, that’s it, babygirl,” he praised, groans growing louder, “Fuck yourself just like that. Don’t stop.” 

“Shit, I’m gonna cum,” you warned, pumping yourself even harder. 

“Did I tell you that you could cum?” The harshness of his voice made you open your eyes and slow your movements just a tad. 

“Jay p—please, baby,” you moaned louder, begging him to let you cum. He loved teasing you and you loved that he loved it. 

“Please what, darlin’?” said Jay, amusement heavy in his tone. He knew exactly what you wanted. Needed. He was gonna give it to you, but you had to ask first. You had to beg for it. 

“Cum with me this time,” you coaxed, whole body shuddering just from hearing the downright filthy noise Jay just made. 

“Okay, babygirl,” he groaned lowly, breaths quickening as he pumped his cock nice and fast. “Whatever you want.” 

“I want you to cum with me,” you begged, head thrashing wildly against the pillows as the tip of the dildo brushed up against that sweet spot deep inside of you. “I want to hear your moans mix with mine when we cum.” 

You sobbed as you started back rubbing your clit. The tight circling of your finger combined with the rapid thrusts from the dildo gave you a window of 30 seconds before you were cumming your brains out.

“That’s it, baby,” Jay snarled, hips jerking wildly up into his fist as he stroked his cock even faster. “Be a good girl and cum with me.” 

You came with a loud cry as your climax tore through you, back arching all the way off the mattress in sheer pleasure. Jay followed right behind you, cursing and whimpering as white ropes of cum landed on his belly and chest. You both panted harshly, together over the line as you recovered slowly from your intense orgasms.

“I think that was our best one yet.” he laughed warmly as he pulled a few tissues from the square box on his workstation to clean himself up. 

“Hell yeah it was,” you agreed, cheering weakly. Your arms were sore as hell and your legs still shook, but you felt amazing. You were on cloud nine, fully satiated. 

“Have a good night, darlin’,” Jay cooed, sleepily. “And good luck with your thesis.”

“Thanks. Night Jay.” You giggled softly, disconnecting the call, rolling over onto your side before drifting off to sleep.

The next few days were a breeze. You were in an advantageous mood thanks to Jay, and so you added four more pages to your thesis. You only had six pages left. 

On Saturday morning you woke up earlier than usual and decided to get dressed and head to your favorite coffee shop. The cafe was only a couple blocks away from your apartment so you walked there. You loved early morning strolls. The gentle wind dancing across your soft skin as the sun began to peak always made you feel alive. 

You left the cafe after the barista handed you your Assam Black tea and breakfast sandwich, while typing a text to one of your lab partners. You took a few steps without looking and collided with someone, dropping both your sandwich and your phone. Luckily, the grip you had on your tea did not falter.  

You both apologized at the same time.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, sir. I wasn’t even lookin' in front of me.”

“My apologies, darlin’.' ' the man said, bending down to pick up your squished sandwich and unscratched cell phone. 

That voice.

That voice you knew all too well. 

Especially on Wednesday nights.

A cold chill ran across your neck and down your back, “Jay?” you squeaked loudly, staring at him in disbelief as he stood back up with your items in his hands. He stretched out his hands to give them back to you only to stop short, eyes widening in utter shock when he realized what you had called him. 

The corner of his mouth turned up as he grinned briefly. It didn’t quite match his eyes at all. “Y/N, I take it?” 

“Yes,” you nodded, giving him a small smile. “Hi, Jay.”

“Hi.” he said, eyes blinking slowly as he stood there flabbergasted, still holding your belongings in his hands. 

“Nice to meet you.” you continued, extending your hand out for him to shake. 

He shifted your sandwich and phone to his left hand, grabbed your hand with his now-free hand, and shook it twice. “Nice to meet you, too Y/N.” he said, shooting you a toothy grin. God, his smile was to die for. He sank his teeth into his bottom lip as he checked you out, admiring the view. During your phone calls, he, too, fantasized about what you looked like. He was not disappointed.  

His palm enveloped yours. Damn his hands were large, you thought, gawking at him unapologetically. They were warm and had a few callouses. He must have used his hands a great deal for his other job. He never mentioned what he did for work. 

You hoped that bumping into him wouldn't ruin your Wednesday night dalliances. Maybe he'd be okay with talking somewhere less public. It was quite rowdy both inside and outside of the coffee shop.

“My apartment is two blocks away if you want to go somewhere more private so we can talk.” you babbled, no longer able to look at him in his intense, pecan brown eyes for too long due to your shyness coming at it at an all time high. Fuck he was intimidating. The confidence he exuded had your mouth watering. 

Christ, he was sex on a stick. The man only had on a dark gray shirt, blue jeans that hugged him in all the right places and working boots. A warm flush crept across your face and neck. Get it together, girl, you thought to yourself. He barely said two full sentences to you and you were already hot and bothered. To be fair, he’d been the only one to make you cum every week for the past five and a half months. 

He raised a thick eyebrow at your suggestion — you dropped his hand, gesturing wildly once you realized how your offer must have sounded. “I mean—fuck! I promise I’m not a weirdo, Jay.” 

His eyes crinkled as he chuckled, shaking his head fondly at you, “Joel,” he said. “My name is Joel.”

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[ncityprincess]

sweet like candie 💻🍭

loser jae x cam girl oc

a long overdue sequel to the peeping jae. our favorite engineering student found himself in a pickle a few weeks ago. as mortified as he was, he quickly discovered a new side to himself. let’s see how he handles this newfound boldness.

not proofread 🤷🏾‍♀️

MDNI!!! MATURE CONTENT

xocandiegirlxo has logged on

jaehyun's heart was racing, eagerly waiting for the fun to begin. 8:00 pm had quickly become his favorite time of day, because that’s when candie, his new favorite cam girl, did her solo shows.

the engineering student spent all of winter break locked in his bedroom with the curtains closed and his laptop on. ever since that incident happened last month, jaehyun’s head was polluted with the filthiest thoughts imaginable. he desperately needed an outlet for them.

he pleasured himself way more than he ever had in his life. every time he closed his eyes, all he could think about were the raunchy images of y/n and johnny fucking each other right before his eyes. as freaked out and embarrassed as he was, it piqued his interest in sex even more. it’s not like he had much access to women, as he wasn’t exactly a ladies man. his lower head started to do all of the thinking for him, and eventually he found a way to get his foot into the door.

he turned to camgirls.

jaehyun, the extremely intelligent but generally nervous college student, had discovered a cam girl site not too long ago. being that he wasn't the type to approach a girl in real life, he decided to take his shot with a beautiful cam model. separated by a computer screen and however many miles, it was a safe way to practice being comfortable with women. tonight, he had transferred a few hundred dollars from his savings account to book a private session with his favorite cam girl, candie.

candie was perfect in his eyes. she was sweet, stunningly gorgeous, had the brightest smile and this distinct twinkle in her eye. she was an angel. and sure, she had a way of making men feel special. it was her job after all. but when candie spoke, it was as if she was speaking to jaehyun and only jaehyun.

the video chat was connecting, each agonizingly long second made jaehyun's pants tighter and tighter.

candie finally popped onto the screen, looking as beautiful as ever. she wore a pink lacy lingerie set, and tied her long locks back with a matching pink ribbon. her lips were plump and kissable, which was exactly what jaehyun wanted to do to her right now.

"hi baby, i didn’t get to see you during the last few shows", candie said with a pout.

"hi candie...sorry, my family came over and i wasn’t able to log on. i missed you so much” jaehyun said sincerely.

"aww, I missed you too baby boy. my show wasn’t the same without your sweet comments in the chat"

jaehyun scratched the back of his head shyly.

"mmm, so, what kind of fun are we gonna get into tonight, handsome?” candie said in her pretty, flirty voice.

"...umm, hmm, uh..." jaehyun bashfully stuttered.

"don't be shy baby, we always have such a good time when we're together, isn't that right?"

"yeah, yeah we do"

"we sure do! go on, tell me, what do you wanna see me do for you?"

candie let her hands roam across her voluptuous body, sensing that the shy man needed to relax a little more.

"do you like my outfit baby? I put it on just for you. it's my favorite color, pink!" candie said with a giggle.

"it looks lovely on you, but could you maybe...stand up. so I can see it better?"

"hehe, you want me to give you a little spin, baby?"

"please" he said eagerly

candie giggled again and slowly stood up from her bed. she tilted her webcam so that jaehyun could see all of her. she ran her hands up and down her body, spending a little extra time on her bra clad breasts. she let out little soft sounds of satisfaction. jaehyun leaned a little closer to his laptop screen, finally starting to get into a lusty haze. candie turned around slowly, bending over slightly so that he could get a good view of her plush ass. jaehyun ran his hands up his legs, slowly unbuttoning his pants.

candie turned back around and faced the camera.

"did you like my little fashion show, baby?"

"yeah" he grunted

candie tossed her hair over her shoulder. “what should i do now, handsome?”

jaehyun collected himself and gathered enough courage to speak his true thoughts.

“i wanna see you play with yourself…. if…that’s okay with you?”

“i thought you’d never ask. i’m sooooo horny baby. i’ve been dying to touch myself all day. how should i do it?” candie purred sweetly.

“uh…take your clothes off first, then touch your boobs please”

candie giggled at jaehyun’s polite demeanor. she could tell he was someone who didn’t get out much. but unlike the guys she normally got requests from, jaehyun still remained respectful, even in a dirty situation like this. he actually treated her like a human being.

jaehyun got harder and harder as he watched his favorite cam girl strip out of her lingerie. he felt like he was watching some sort of goddess enchant him.

candie followed his instructions and began to fondle her perky chest, running her hands over her hard nipples. “mmm baby i wish you were here to do it for me” candie moaned out.

“yeah, me too candie. would you let me kiss all over your boobs if i was there?”

“yeah” she breathed out.

“n-now can you maybe touch your pussy?”

candie’s hand moved down her stomach and stopped at her wetness, allowing it to coat her hand. she moved her hand in small circles on her clit, moaning softly at the friction.

“mmmm baby i’m so wet already, need you to help me make it better”

the neediness in candie’s voice made jaehyun shove his hand into his boxers once and for all. he groaned as his hand gripped his shaft, giving it a light squeeze. his ministrations became more focused as he heard candie get louder.

“baby i want you so fucking bad. wish you were in my mouth right now. i’d take you so deep in my throat if you’d let me. would you like that?”

“fuuuck yeah i would” jaehyun’s hand was working overtime moving up and down his length. he couldn’t believe he had a pretty girl in front of him doing whatever he wanted. he watched her slip two fingers inside of her glistening hole and she laid back flat onto her bed, giving him a perfect view of her pussy.

“wanna be your little slut for you babe. i’d let you have me whenever you wanted. you wouldn’t even have to say a word. i’d just lie back and let you have it. you’re so fucking sexy” candie moaned.

jaehyun didn’t even care if she was laying it on thick or not. her words were getting him exactly where he needed to be. he was so close to cumming, but he didn’t want the moment to be over so soon. he couldn’t keep his hands off of himself though. it felt too good to stop now.

“fuckkkk. fuck yourself really fast now. and rub your clit too. i’m so close baby.” jaehyun was surprised by the sound of his own voice. he had never heard himself sound so gruff and husky before. it was starting to give him some newfound confidence.

“ahhhh. i wanna cum so bad baby. make me cum make me cum pleaseeeee” candie whined. jaehyun’s eyes were lazer focused on her hand moving frantically in and out of her body. each motion made her breasts jiggle. he was so close he could taste it.

“fuck, let’s cum at the same time, yeah?”

“please baby i’ll do anything. just wanna cum.”

jaehyun started a countdown from 10 all the way to 1. he heard candie let out a sexy, drawn out wail as she came. immediately after, he shot out a hefty load all over his hand and boxers. he let out a guttural groan as he milked himself dry, overstimulating himself just how he liked it.

a few moments passed and jaehyun grabbed a kleenex to wipe off his hand. he felt his ears get red and had a bashful look on his face. he couldn’t believe he just did that. but he didn’t regret it one. bit.

“hehehe, i had a lovely time tonight, handsome boy. we should do this again sometime.” candie said sincerely and she grabbed her discarded lingerie.

“yeah?”

“of course! you made me feel so good baby. you’re a perfect gentleman” candie smiled at him softly.

jaehyun smiled and scratched the back of his head. “oh! let me send you your tip. you were amazing, as usual. i really hope we can do this again soon candie.”

jaehyun sent $300 to her profile, and candie smiled widely.

“you are so sweet! thank you for your generosity. will i see you again for tomorrow’s show, handsome?”

jaehyun wanted to see her every single night for the rest of his life.

the end 😁

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[the-iceni-bitch]

I LOVE your Imagines!!!! What about Affectionate Lloyd? I would Love to See him like this

Oh man, Lloyd is super affectionate with coquinette, in his own way, of course.

There’s smut, guys, no minors.

“Coquine, why are you so far away?” Lloyd was giving you a sad pout when you turned to face him after pouring the two of you some drinks, reaching his hand out and grabbing your waist when you finally walked over to him, nuzzling into your tits and purring softly after he took his drink from you. “You’re supposed to stay in my lap all the time, ma petite pute. How the fuck else am I supposed to get through these boring ass meetings?”

“We can hear you, Hansen.” Neither of you acknowledged August when he frowned at you, Lloyd grinning at your giggle when he slid his hand up the inside of your thigh after pulling you into his lap. “Fuck’s sake.”

“We’ve gotta get this shit done, Lloyd.” Nick rolled his eyes when Lloyd started sucking on your neck, the man’s hand disappearing under your skirt and making you whine. “You really couldn’t have stayed home for just a couple hours, honey? Or gone out? I know my printesa has been wanting to go out with you.”

“Don’t you try to boss her around, Fowler. Shh, I know, chérie.” Lloyd cooed and nibbled on your ear when you let out a whimper, the sudden wet squelching sounds that suddenly filled the room making it extremely obvious what he was doing to you. “I know, it feels so good, doesn’t it? Ma jolie femme, can’t wait to get you home. Send the next bastard in, I wanna get this day over with.”

“God, fine.” Nick clenched his jaw when Lloyd wrapped his free hand around your throat and smashed his lips to yours, pressing his fingers to his temple before hitting the intercom button and trying to block out the needy mewls and possessive growls that were coming from the two of you. “Everett, send him in.”

The asshole who walked in looked incredibly uncomfortable when he spotted Lloyd with his hand up your skirt and his tongue running along your jaw, coughing when Lloyd spotted him looking at you and snarled and sinking into his seat after ripping his eyes off you. He still looked nervous, though, since August and Nick were frowning at him and flipping through an impressive pile of photographs.

“So, you enjoying your transfer to the docks, Marty?” August tried not to shoot Lloyd a dirty look when there was a sudden wet smack that made you cry softly, all of them trying to ignore when he called you a good girl and the squelches started coming closer together. “Seems like business hasn’t been doing as good since you started there.”

“Yeah, I’m…” He swallowed thickly when Lloyd started begging you to come for him, talking about how tight your sweet little pussy was squeezing his fingers and saying how much he needed your cream, how pretty you were when you fell apart. “It’s been harder to move everything.”

“Is that so?” Nick mumbled a curse under his breath when you started murmuring how much you wanted to come, how no one could touch you like he could, how your cunt belonged to him. “Because it’s been historically one of our biggest areas of profit. What so yo think changed?”

“Oh my fucking god, quit drawing this shit out, it’s boring. Marty!” Lloyd took his hand off your neck with a growl and grabbed some of the photos, tossing them at the idiot who was stammering at the three of them while he ground his palm against your clit and bit your shoulder. “You’ve been stealing product and selling it to the competition, so you’re out.”

“But…”

Marty didn’t get a chance to finish his defense because Lloyd pulled out his gun and shot him in the face, groaning against your neck when you came with a shriek and dropping the weapon so he could grab your breast and hold you up while you shook on his arms. Nick and August didn’t even bother trying to scold him, calling Curtis into the room and working to get the body out of there while shooting the man dirty looks when he stood up and tossed you onto the table.

“This was fun, we should do it again!” Lloyd chuckled when Nick flipped him off as they dragged the corpse out, cooing when you grabbed his face and yanked it to yours so you could suck on his lips while you looked at him with big eyes. “My needy girl, don’t worry, ma chatte, I’m gonna give you what you need. Can’t wait to bury myself in this perfect snatch of yours. Mmm, don’t know how I ever got through meetings without you.”

#natalie answers #anon answered #poison paradise #le grand homme and coquinette #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen x fem!reader #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x reader #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans character #eighteen and over #eighteen plus #asks are always open

[marstectomy]

Hello Mars!

Excuse my unawareness, but your bio says you are trans and I don't fully understand how that works..

I mean I see this like "you were born as a girl/complete female (sorry for such barbaric terminology) and then 'transferred' to boy/complete male through surgery/hormonal rebuilding" or vice versa..

Could you kindly correct/enlighten me on this issue?

Hi!

Trans people are simply people that don't identify with their assigned gender at birth, full stop, nothing else needed.

Trans people can be trans regardless of if they take hormones or undergo surgeries.

I know it can be a bit hard to wrap your head around something you've always understood a certain way your entire life, and it might take a bit, it's understandable, we all are in the same journey here.

First we need to separate gender and sex. Those two are not linked, your sex does not define your gender. When I was born, the doctor decided I was a girl based on my sex alone, and that conditioned me to live and be perceived in a way inaccurate to who I really was.

Second, taking hormones and undergoing surgeries for gender affirmance is not even something exclusive to trans people alone. Lots of cisgender people (read: people that do identify with the gender they were assigned at birth) do stuff to self-affirm themselves all the time.

Imagine cis men going to the gym to build muscle or taking additional testosterone, or cis women getting breast augmentations or wearing make-up, to list some very basic examples. Those are gender affirming things cis people do all the time! :)

So we are not that different in that sense. We just started our journey a different way cuz the current world really cares about genitals and think they define your life forever. They don't.

Some boys grow to be men, other boys grow to be women; and some girls grow to be women and other girls grow to be men.

I don't know if any of this was truly of help to you right now, but I really appreciate your curiosity and willingness to understand and learn :)

At the end of the day, there is some stuff we might not ever understand, but as long as said stuff isn't harming anybody else, then we just oughta respect it and carry on!

#not art #@ any other trans people that read this #english is not my first language and my brain is working very hard rn #i apologized if messed up somewhere #willing to listen and learn

[ladylooch]

i can imagine there are days when emma and lio just snuggle in bed all day while timo is on a road trip or something 🥹

Emma rests her cheek gently on Lio’s little head. Her palm comes across his forehead, feeling the warmth starting to fade with his fever. His long lashes kiss his cheek bones as he struggles to breathe around the gunk in his lungs. Emma sighs, reaching for her phone to check the time. It is bedtime. She is going to try to transfer Lio to his room if she can. She needs some space after being clung to all day by her sick boy. To begin their bedtime routine, she pulls up Timo’s contact on her phone, clicking the FaceTime button. 

“Hey baby, good timing. I’m just getting back to my room.” Timo says. He holds the phone in his palm looking down at her, smiling as he enters his hotel room. “How is our boy?”

“He is sleeping.” She turns the phone so he can see Lio passed out next to her. His pacifier is tucked between his lips, slighting falling out. “Finally. He stopped fighting the medicine about twenty minutes ago.”

“He is like his mama that way.” Emma tisks, tilting the screen back to her. Lio snuggles deeper into the side of her breast. 

“I wanna be there.” Timo whines.

“We want you here too, T.” 

“I wish I could say I will be soon, but it really isn’t that soon.” He tosses the content of his pockets onto the TV stand, then goes to the bed to kick his shoes off. He lays on his back, holding the phone up above his face. “How is he doing?”

“Okay. I’m less worried than earlier.”

“Good.” Timo nods encouragingly. “What did you do the rest of the day?”

“This.” 

“Mmm, did you get some food in you?”

“Yeah a food delivery showed up at the door about an hour ago.”

“Oh!” Timo feigns surprise.

“Thank you.” Emma murmurs genuinely. With Lio sick, she hasn’t had time to go to the store and when Timo heard that, he ordered up some essentials to be delivered to hold them over. 

“Gonna take care of you whether I am there or not.”

“I love that about you.” 

“What else do you love?” He wiggles his eyebrows. 

“Not that kind of FaceTime, daddy.” Timo smirks. 

“What about after you put him to bed?” 

“When he goes to bed, mama is going to bed.” Timo pouts at his wife. “Unless you’re gonna give me a show, stud?”

“Stud factory is closed today.” Timo says through a yawn.

“Yeah? Hard day sleeping on the plane then going to dinner with the boys?” 

“You forgot worrying about home in there too.” Emma pauses her teasing, seeing the seriousness in her husband’s blue eyes. Although it is exhausting to be here, she can empathize with how hard being gone would be. “Give him a kiss for me?” Emma turns her head to the side, kissing along Lee’s warm head. “I love you two. A lot. I miss you.” Timo whispers regretfully.

After a few more minutes of quiet chatting, Emma lets Timo go. She looks down at Lio all snuggled up into her and suddenly can’t bare the thought of putting him in his own bed. Not when her husband is on the road craving this exact thing. So instead, she gets up, grabs new PJs for Lio to change into before getting her own PJs on as well. She spends the remaining hour and change she is awake, stroking her son’s back, watching a tv show that is as mindless as she needs it to be right now. 

One day, she will want nights like this back.

#tm: loving & leaving

[fleet-of-fiction]

Aggelos - Part 1

I think sometimes closure comes in many forms. I thought, perhaps, mine would be different. But it never came in the form I expected. I have to create it for myself. So here it is. My closure. My story. From start to finish. From the moment I met him to the moment I pressed Post on this eulogy of a love I didn't expect to know.

It was a bitterly cold January morning when I first met him. Bed hair unbrushed and my breasts swinging freely underneath my husbands hoodie that I'd grabbed off the pile at the end of the bed. It was still early, only days after celebrating the new year. The 4th to be exact, and time really wouldn't wait.

I'd known my Mothers house was in need of some repair. Her physical condition meant that some changes needed to be made in order for her to stay there. A ramp at the back of the house to enable her to exit in her wheelchair. A lift in the kitchen that would take her upstairs without having to transfer into another chair. A few hand rails here and there, and some repairs to the drain out back where the ramp would need to go.

I was prepared for the upheaval. For the early mornings where I'd need to roll out of bed to let the contractors in to start work. My Mother is not an early riser, her condition meaning that nights can sometimes be disturbed. And as I only lived a two minute walk down the street, I was happy to be around if the work men needed anything.

I paid little mind to myself that morning. Scooping my hair up into a messy bun on top of my head as I always did when I didn't have time to do anything with it. I told myself; all I need to do is open the gate for them and I'll come back later to make them all a nice cup of tea. I didn't know that morning was about to change the course of my life forever.

I was standing in the garden when I heard them. Deep, jovial voices speaking a language I couldn't understand. I thought perhaps they were Spanish at first, two olive skinned smiles turning the corner to greet me. The first was Giannis, a heavy set and darker toned 30-something with grey hair and sparkling eyes. He had lived in the UK for twelve years after meeting his wife online, he told me later on, and had moved his construction business over with him. He shook my hand and moved aside so that he could introduce me to his brother, Aggelos.

Aggelos was fairer than his brother. With caramel brown eyes that were almost cat-like. He was taller and slimmer, with a smile that didn't sparkle. It was quieter, more reserved. His dark hair peppered with grey, but not covered like his brother. He didn't shake my hand he just nodded and smiled wryly.

I gave them a briefing about my Mother. Explained that I'd be back later to get her out of bed and that if they needed anything just to call me. I handed Giannis my phone number and told him to call me every morning when they arrived so that I could unlock the gate for them. He thanked me and I walked away. Back to my life down the street.

Where I lived with my husband. My husband who, for now and for always, will be my best friend. My husband who has walked by my side for the last eight years. Who took on my children and navigated my mental and physical health issues with me. My husband who shares a set of friends with me, family, memories and experiences. The person I always thought I'd love, and no other, for the rest of my life.

I hadn't really noticed the shift in our closeness until Aggelos. I just immersed myself in Greta Van Fleet and the obsession that was Jake Kiszka. Safe. A man I could never have. A man I could fantasise about when my husband paid me no attention. A man I could imagine myself with when my husband would have rathered do anything but spend time with me.

It wasn't that we disliked each other. It wasn't even cruel. It was just gradual. Unnoticed to the untrained eye. The years unravelling, and our comfort becoming more and more until we never sat in the same room. Never watched the same tv shows. Never walked the dog together. Our personal schedules in complete contrast. We weren't unkind to each other, we just weren't...anything.

On the second day, I rolled out of bed and in the same manner I let Giannis and Aggelos through the gate. This time we stopped and spoke more, Giannis telling me that Aggelos wasn't even supposed to be there. He'd been visiting for christmas and was meant to be back home in Athens, Greece. But he'd extended his stay in order to help his brother complete this job. He didn't even work in construction, he worked in finance.

Aggelos didn't say much. He was nothing like his brother. He had this way about him that was almost intimidating were it not for the way he smiled. I thought he was shy. He was only 24, he was young. And me, at 39 almost fifteen years his senior, I was of no interest to him. Giannis was almost my age, we talked about things casually that were age appropriate. Aggelos agreeing with him every time he would shoot him with a "Eyy... Aggelos, isn't that right?"

On the third day, they began work on the broken drain that sat just outside the kitchen window. I was dutifully making cups of tea, stood on the other side of the glass as Giannis removed the old pipe. Aggelos, stood watching, his eyes moving from what his brother was doing up to inspect what I was doing.

I caught his eye. For the briefest moment, brown met blue. And I felt it. That heat in the space between your stomach and chest. Like a bundle of nerves had just punched me straight in the gut. And I hurried to busy myself with the drinks. Telling myself I was stupid and delusional. I didn't just see what I'd just thought I'd seen. He's 24. You're married. You look like shit. You don't even have a bra on. Or a stitch of make up. You haven't brushed your hair. He's just from a different country, he's probably intrigued.

On the fourth day, Giannis needed to go to the store to pick up some supplies. He dropped Aggelos at the gate and promptly drove off, leaving his quiet little brother to explain the situation. Mother was still asleep and the weather was getting colder and colder. He wasn't used to it, he stood there shivering and his teeth almost chattering as he spoke in very good, but slightly broken english.

And I noticed it for the first time. The way he would pause on his next word and say, "Ok...errmm...ok..." before speaking. It was endearing. Sweet. Like he didn't want to say the wrong thing despite the fact he could speak an entirely different language than his own and I never could.

I told him to come inside. That he didn't need to do anything until Giannis got back. He wasn't so sure, he'd been given a few tasks to do in the interim. I said "Ok, I'll be inside if you need anything." and I watched him dither and blow heat into his gloved hands until I couldn't take it anymore.

I'd never seen anyone look more grateful as I opened the door and presented him with a steaming cup of tea. He stepped into the kitchen and it was like his entire demeanour changed. I was suddenly aware that, despite his age, he was a full grown man and was capable of knowing what he wanted.

We talked for a little while while sipping our drinks. He was a smoker, and asked if I minded that he smoked. I used to smoke years ago and my Mother does to this day so there was always an ashtray at the back door. I shook my head and watched him roll up a cigarette so deftly I was sort of mesmerised by his technique. Almost one handed and he explained to me how he had acquired this skill.

Four months ago, In October 2023, he was playing basketball as part of an amateur team in Athens. He'd got slammed to the ground and landed palm down, his entire weight and that of his opponent crashing down onto his hand breaking every single bone in it. He'd had surgery, he showed me his scar, and told me about the physio he was still undertaking. How helping his brother was all part of that, learning how to use his hand again.

It felt like the 10 minutes we'd been stood there drinking tea and him smoking was much less, I found myself not wanting to let him carry on working. I was lingering and I felt stupid. Ridiculous. But, he was lingering too. More so than I was.

There's a saying I'd heard before. "He fell first, but I fell harder." I didn't know it then, but it was about to ring true.

That night was the first time I fantasised about him. Laying there next to my husband imagining what he might look like under his clothes. What his kiss might feel like. What it would be like for him to make love to me. Wondering what his cock looked like, not knowing that it was the most beautiful cock I would ever see. Not knowing anything that was about to happen would lead me into the most gut wrenching pain I had ever known.

My husband and I hadn't spoken in days. Not because we had argued, not because either of us were annoyed with the other. We'd simply been working, taking care of obligations, our separateness meaning sometimes it was just like that. But for some reason, as I laid there, thinking about Aggelos, he turned to me and asked how the work on Mothers house was going. And I didn't realise how dry my mouth was until I tried to speak. Unable to say much, afraid that I'd say something incriminating. Like one little word would make it obvious that the thoughts in my head were impure.

I was in trouble.

On the fifth day, they came a little earlier. I knew their work was only contracted to seven days and they needed to get everything done. I hadn't been able to sleep so I'd woken early and decided to shower and blow dry my hair. I put a little bit of make up on, not too much. Just a little concealer and a sweep of mascara. I wore clothes that weren't ill fitting, I don't recall what exactly, but when the van pulled up and Aggelos jumped out he almost sprinted towards me.

That was the moment I knew. I knew I wasn't delusional. I knew I wasn't alone in whatever this was. My fate was barrelling towards me and I couldn't stop it. And this time his smile was not shy, it beamed and he said Good Morning to me like he'd been waiting with baited breath all morning to see me.

And then he said it. "You look beautiful this morning." in his greek accent, in his slow and soft way of speaking.

I almost died inside. On the verge of my stomach threatening to tighten so much I would choke. Something my husband hadn't said to me in a long time, something I didn't want to hear from him anyway. I didn't want anything anymore, if it wasn't him.

Giannis lived on the other side of the city. A thirty minute drive from where I lived. As the day came to an end and they packed up to leave, I found myself in a situation I hadn't anticipated. Aggelos was staying at his brothers house, and he very sweetly invited me to go and meet him later for a drink at a pub nearby. He explained that he would like to pick me up but his car was at home in his garage, in Athens.

I giggled and told him I was married. He said he knew, he'd seen my wedding ring. But he stood firm. Stared at me whilst I tried to hold my nerve. He wasn't forceful, I could see that it meant something to him. He wanted to thank me for being so welcoming. For making him feel comfortable in my company, he admitted that he struggled to form connections with people but with me it had been so natural. And I had to agree. Everything with him had felt so natural, like breathing. So of course, I said yes.

I could tell chapters of detail. Paragraph after paragraph of the way we sat there trying not to admit how we felt. Trying not to acknowledge that my thigh was brushed against his as we sat at the table, me drinking rum and coke and him nursing a neat whisky. I could tell you about the guilt and how it ate me alive because I knew that if he tried I would let him kiss me. I could weave an epic tale of it, how I knew that night that I was in love with him and I couldn't stop it from happening. But I wont. Because some things are just too hard to bear. Even if writing this is meant to be closure, some things only need to be touched upon. Only the periphery of the memory ever talked about. Because, if ever I opened the door to those memories, I would drown in my sorrow.

Suffice to say, he did kiss me. In the parking lot. He took me away from where I stood and transported me into the very beat of his heart. He loved me, he loved me so much I could taste it in his kiss. And nothing and nobody else mattered in that moment, I wasn't married. I wasn't a Mother. I wasn't anyones but his. And it was like that until he went back to Athens three days later.

Then our life in messages began. Weekends we would spend 12 hours or more talking. Week days I knew his routine, he knew mine and we would meet and talk until the early hours. Whenever I was out of the house in the evening we would talk on the phone, me listening to him rabble on about nothing inparticular in the way he always did.

We were together. A couple. I knew his physio schedule, he knew my after school club schedule. I came to know everything about him, things he had never told another soul about his Mother dying when he was 9. Experiences he'd had with ex girlfriends. His Father not speaking to him for 2 years because he wanted to study abroad. How his sister, Sofia, longed for him to settle down with a girl. His Father lived in a house by the sea, he wanted to take me there. To show me Greece. And we would always part each night with him saying "tomorrow" and I would say "Always."

Some time at the end of January, he came back. He didn't tell Giannis he was coming, he could only be here for one night and had to fly back for work. I'd been struggling with guilt, struggling with being parted from him. He wanted to make sure that I was ok. He made the journey. A 30 minute drive to Athens airport. A four hour flight. An hour and a half drive in a hire car to my city with nowhere to sleep just to look me in the eye and tell me that he loved me.

I broke down. We walked in the woods near my house, holding hands, talking about the reality of our situation. He had never been in love before, he didn't know it would be as intense as it was, but he was determined to love me regardless. I cried a lot. Letting him put his arms around me and hold me as I tried to reconcile the fact I was married. He never once asked me to leave my husband. He never once asked me to do anything that might jeopardise my home life.

Only a hand full of times he never lost his cool. One night he couldn't take it any more and told me that he would fuck me like he hated me for not making it to be with him "years" ago before I met my husband.

I had only kissed him at this point. Most of our devotion had poured out in messages. We were intense. Bereft. Heart broken at not being able to be together in the way we wanted. He was terrified I would leave. I was terrified I would leave, I blocked him four times in moments of despair. Going back hours later each time, unable to let him go. And each time he begged me never to do it again.

I was losing my mind. I missed him, I loved him. I didn't love my husband anymore, he was like a stranger to me. Aggelos was my partner, he was the one supporting me. And I couldn't be with him.

I have to write this epitaph in two halves. I can't see for tears. I can't write the next part until I'm stronger.

#personal #my story #my love story #love story #real life story #my greek lover #my love #closure #stories

[queasydoesit]

declan's disastrous date: part 1

Declan finally gets the chance to take his crush, Lottie, on a date at a local amusement park. Unfortunately, he begins to question his choice in venue after a roller coaster ride upsets his overfull belly.

warning: overeating, vomiting, sexual references (no actual sex)

[note: this is my first ever sickfic! it's long af and self-indulgent, but I hope someone out there will enjoy it.]

***

The pair of them walked side by side with their fingers intertwined, each carrying a dripping ice cream cone in their unoccupied hand. Declan couldn’t quite believe this was happening. He was on an actual date with the woman whose hand he had dreamed of holding for a decade — the woman he’d never imagined would give him a second glance. Charlotte Lewis, known to all as Lottie, had been one of the most beautiful girls in his hometown (in Declan’s opinion, the most beautiful) but she was also smart, funny, and kind. Declan had carried a torch for Lottie from the time he transferred into her elementary school class at age eight all the way up to their high school graduation two years prior.

While Lottie had always been friendly to him, Declan was shy and geeky and, thinking himself beneath her, chose to keep his longtime crush a secret. In high school, she always seemed to be dating one handsome, popular guy or another. When he heard that she would be matriculating at Mapleton University, the same local school he planned to attend, he’d gotten a little thrill, but he never really thought it would lead to anything beyond his pining for her the way someone might admire an attractive celebrity.

During their first two years of college, Declan and Lottie’s relationship was identical to the one they’d had in high school: friendly hellos and polite small talk from Lottie, nervous nods and awkward responses from Declan. He had always believed his one-sided crush was obvious to Lottie and that she engaged with him mostly out of pity. That belief had changed very recently, and only because Lottie had come onto him after class the week before.

Now Declan was on his first date with Lottie and he felt like he was dreaming. This dreamy feeling was enhanced by the haze of the day’s heat. He glanced over at Lottie, who was giggling as she unsuccessfully tried to lick up all her soft-serve before it melted down her forearm. It was 4 PM and the sun was still burning brightly over La La Land, the theme park where they had spent most of the day. Declan’s heart swelled as he watched his date. He could not remember a single instance in which he felt happier than he did in this moment.

Lottie’s dark, curly hair was tangled from a day spent on spinning rides and her pale face had begun turning pink in spite of the sunscreen she’d applied that morning. Declan loved the way the green in her hazel eyes stood out against her reddened cheeks. He noticed her chest, or at least the parts not covered by her dress, had also gotten sunburned. Declan couldn’t help but imagine what it might be like to kiss the tops of her breasts or to take the place of the ice cream cone she was licking so fervently.

Lost in this reverie, Declan didn’t notice Lottie had stopped walking until his arm was suddenly pulled back. He blushed when he saw her smirking at him like she knew exactly what he had been thinking. Lottie extricated her fingers from Declan’s grasp and used her thumb to wipe a smear of ice cream from the corner of his mouth. Then, abandoning all attempts to salvage her dessert, she kissed him long and hard. It wasn’t their first kiss — that had happened the week before — or even their first kiss of the day. Still, this time felt new and different. There was an urgency to the kiss that told Declan it was merely a prelude to something more.

“Do you… do you wanna head out? We could, um, go back to my apartment… if you want to, I mean,” Declan said quietly once they had come up for air.

Lottie looked up at him through her long lashes, appearing bashful for the first time, “Yeah! I mean… I would like that. Can we just do one more thing first?”

“Of course!” Declan was so excited by the prospect of what was to come that he would have agreed to anything. Lottie could have asked him to burn down the entire park and he’d have said yes.

“Could we ride the Mortal Coil before we leave? It’s my favorite ride!”

Declan’s mood deflated ever so slightly. This was the one request that could have tempered his delight over what he felt was surely the greatest first date in history.

“Oh, well I’m not so sure…,” he trailed off.

“Please? I’m kind of an adrenaline junkie. It’ll be exciting,” she looked up at him with wide eyes, “ And I’ll hold your hand the entire time.”

After a moment, Declan sighed and forced a smile. He couldn’t bring himself to say no to her, so he said, “Alright. But the entirety of our next date had better be at or below sea level.”

“Not an inch above!” Lottie grinned and grabbed his hand, and they set off for the roller coaster.

In truth, Declan had deliberately led his date around the entire park except the area where the Mortal Coil was located. It was the park’s highest, fastest, and loopiest ride, and Declan considered it an old enemy. In fifth grade, his class had taken a field trip to La La Land, where he’d ridden the coaster for the first and only time. He’d always been prone to motion sickness but had taken his anti-nausea medication and assumed he would be fine on the ride with his friends. He was decidedly not fine. The Mortal Coil had made him so queasy that he threw up once before the ride ended and again on the bus trip home for good measure. It was one of the most humiliating experiences of Declan’s life. Lottie had actually been on the same school bus, though she was mercifully asleep when he got sick.

Lottie had always been incredibly sweet, so Declan knew she would skip the ride if he explained his aversion to it. But then he would have to tell her about The Incident, and he didn’t think vomit stories made for good first date conversation. He hated the idea of disappointing Lottie; she had clearly been looking forward to her favorite ride. Plus, it had been ten years since the Incident. Declan rarely got motion sickness anymore and the anti-nausea meds only came out for long trips. He assured himself it would be different this time.

***

While waiting in line for their turn on the ride (for some reason, there was always a line for this deathtrap) Declan’s confidence began to waver. He swallowed hard when he found himself remembering everything he’d eaten that day.

Lottie loved breakfast food, so Declan had picked her up early and brought her to his favorite diner. She’d chosen waffles with whipped cream while Declan had bacon and eggs — why so many eggs? He cursed himself when he remembered the chili dogs he’d scarfed down for lunch at the park. He shouldn’t have had three, but they were cheap and delicious. Lottie had nachos, though there were too many for her to finish. Declan had eaten at least half of the enormous platter. Then there was the authentic birch beer which was only sold in one size, so they had guzzled it from cups the size of their heads. He could still feel the bubbles fizzing in his belly. After all that, Declan somehow had room for a large mint ice cream cone — he’d been strangely pleased to learn that he and Lottie shared a favorite flavor, though she had been reasonable and ordered a small. Of course, it was a sweltering summer day, so Declan had also been drinking quite a bit of water.

Nervously, he ran a hand over his midsection. His stomach was distended, noticeably protruding beyond his thin frame. Declan was on the tall side and had always been lanky despite having the appetite of a much larger man. Suddenly aware of a weight in his stomach, he shuddered involuntarily. Perhaps sensing his apprehension, Lottie wrapped one arm around Declan’s waist and rested her head on his shoulder, twisting her face up to kiss his neck and jaw. Declan’s mind was off his stomach in seconds, and he excitedly wondered whether Lottie would leave a hickey behind. He liked the idea of being marked by her.

By the time he and Lottie reached the front of the line, Declan was lost in a cloud of hormones. His dread only returned once they approached their seats. He had a vivid memory of the same seats, covered in his vomit, being hosed down by an unlucky park employee. Declan winced at the unwanted intrusion into his fantasy. Lottie stopped walking and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Declan, we really don’t have to go on this ride if you don’t want to. I promise I won’t mind,” she said sincerely.

Declan was touched by the obvious concern in her eyes. Somehow, it made him like her even more. His resolve increased.

“I’m fine!” he almost shouted, trying too hard to sound excited. “It’ll be fun.”

“Only if you’re sure…” Lottie eyed him, unconvinced.

Declan took off his glasses and placed them, along with the contents of his pockets, in the designated storage area. With a flourish, he sat down and clicked his safety restraint into place as if to prove his commitment to the Mortal Coil and, by extension, to Lottie herself. She sat next to him and held onto his hand as promised. The ride started and Declan was hit with the realization that there was no going back. He gulped.

As they climbed up the ramp to the first drop, Lottie squeezed Declan’s hand. They plummeted down towards the first set of loops. When they picked up speed, the wind cooled them down, which Declan appreciated on such a hot day. The first two loops were actually fun! Declan leaned forward to grin at Lottie and give her a thumbs up. She responded with a delighted shriek.

After the next big drop, Declan decided he might like the Mortal Coil after all. His stomach lurched at the following loop, though, and by the next one he hated the Mortal Coil again. The nausea had taken only seconds to set in. After the third drop, Declan gripped the handlebars tightly, knuckles going white, and swallowed against a gag. Excess saliva began to pool in his mouth, but he was afraid to swallow again in case it caused his too-full stomach to overflow. Declan spent the rest of the ride in a battle of willpower against his own guts, which threatened to spill at every sharp twist and retch-inducing turn.

After two minutes that felt like a lifetime of agony, the coaster’s car returned to the entrance and jerked to a stop. Declan suppressed a final gag and focused on his breathing while he waited for the world to stop spinning. He burped once, silently, then felt his stomach calm down.

He hadn’t puked! Declan had been certain he was going to blow chunks all over himself and the girl of his dreams, who would surely want nothing to do with him afterwards. But he hadn’t! Declan was so happy he could have sung. He was still a bit dizzy but no longer cared. He swallowed the mouthful of saliva that he’d feared would push him over the edge. His nausea receded to a more tolerable level.

***

When the safety bars lifted, Lottie gasped. “Declan, are you alright? You look kind of… gray.”

He chuckled, a bit embarrassed. Declan was still warm and a bit dizzy. He could feel the thin sheen of sweat covering on his face. His freckled skin was pale to begin with, and he imagined the nausea hadn’t done his complexion any favors. Declan climbed out of the car and onto the platform.

“Yeah, I must look pretty rough. To be honest, I thought my motion sickness was going to make a reappearance,” he admitted, “but I think I’m okay now that we’re back on solid ground.”

Declan reached out his hand to help Lottie out of the car. When she took it, he noticed her worried expression had returned.

“I didn’t know you got motion sickness! I’m sorry, you must feel awful.”

As Lottie stepped onto the platform, Declan tried to reassure her, “It’s really okay. I feel grea—hayURRRRRGHH!”

Declan’s stomach clenched so hard and so abruptly he didn’t have time to clamp a hand over his mouth until the vomit was already escaping his lips. He dropped Lottie’s hand, turned and ran towards the nearest trash can. Luckily, it was only about 15 feet away in case of emergencies like this. His stomach heaved again just before he reached it, so a small arc of yellow-green liquid splashed against the side of the can and dripped onto the ground. He coughed and spluttered and gagged. At least the next wave made it into the garbage.

When he had a chance to catch his breath, Declan moaned at the realization he was far from done being sick. He took a moment to wipe his vomit-covered hand on his jeans before resuming his position over the trash can. Declan gripped the lip of the can tightly now, holding on with both hands because he felt unsteady on his feet.

Declan tried his hardest not to imagine what Lottie was thinking. Taking her back to his apartment to hook up was obviously not an option now. Hell, he’d be lucky if she ever spoke to him after this, much less continued dating him. Declan wanted to kick himself for screwing up such a good thing, but he was pretty sure he’d fall over from the effort.

While Declan’s attention was torn between his self-chastisement and the painful churning of his stomach, Lottie reappeared. Her arms were full.

“Hey,” she said softly while stacking the items — her purse, his wallet and keys, two half-finished bottles of water, and the teddy bear he had won her — on a nearby bench. “I got our stuff.”

“Thanks,” replied Declan without meeting her eyes. His face burned. He should have known Lottie was too kind to abandon him while he was ill. Still, Declan hated the idea of Lottie seeing him like this —it was even worse than the school trip.

“How are you feeling?” she asked.

Lottie’s question was answered by a wet gag. Another hard stream of sick splashed into the garbage bin. It was brownish yellow now, and he felt the disgusting sensation of chunks pushing their way up through his esophagus.

Declan felt a hand stroke his back. His guts wrenched painfully again, this time expelling an impressive amount of vomit. He groaned.

“Shh, it’s okay. You’ll feel better soon,” Lottie cooed. She placed her second hand on Declan’s troubled belly just as it squeezed up another thick wave of barely digested food. She rubbed it in small, slow circles as if she were calming an angry beast.

They stayed that way for several minutes while Declan was sick again and again. Each time he retched he could feel his stomach bucking hard against Lottie’s hand. Unfazed, she continued to caress the sore muscles in his belly and back, whispering words of encouragement. In spite of his embarrassment, he was comforted by her presence.

***

After the last few dry heaves, Lottie grabbed one of the water bottles so Declan could rinse out his mouth. At some point he put his glasses back on and noticed Lottie looking uncomfortable. She’s clearly disgusted by me, he thought miserably. Lottie helped him over to the bench then made her way to the nearest food stand.

“I’ll be back in a sec,” she said, “I’m just gonna grab you some napkins and a cold drink. Wait right here.”

Declan nodded weakly, as if there was any chance he’d go somewhere else. He was in a sorry state. As far as he could tell, he was done throwing up but felt exhausted and shaky from the previous bout. His hand and chin were caked in dried puke. His shirt was damp with sweat and the muscles in his stomach ached.

As bad as Declan felt physically, it was nothing compared to how devastated he was about ruining his date with Lottie. He couldn’t help but notice she had run off as soon as he was able to stop spewing for more than ten seconds. Declan knew Lottie was a nice person, but everyone had their limits. He closed his eyes and slumped against the bench pathetically, cursing his choices and his motion sickness and his treacherous, revolting body.

“I wasn’t sure what you wanted, so I got a few things,” said Lottie loudly as she sat down beside him. Declan noticed she had two plastic bags full of stuff. How much could he possibly need?

“I bought a couple more water bottles but then I wasn’t sure if you’d want to drink water. I grabbed a ginger ale to be safe. There are napkins and wet wipes so you can get cleaned up. I also bought Pepto Bismol. There wasn’t any Dramamine, sorry, but I thought this might help. We can save the plastic bags in case you feel sick again,” Lottie said all of this very quickly.

Declan thought his date seemed… nervous? Maybe she was eager to get away from him. He cleared his throat and asked, “Um, you found all this at the food stall?”

“No, I only got the drinks and napkins there. But it looked like you were resting so I ran to the gift shop. They had a first aid section and everything,” answered Lottie. When she noticed Declan’s raised eyebrows, she added, “Sorry, when I get anxious I tend to shop. And babble.”

“Thanks, this is really nice. But, uh, do you mind if I ask why you’re anxious?” replied Declan.

“Because this is all my fault! I’m so sorry, Declan. I never should’ve pushed you to go on that ride,” said Lottie. “We were having such an amazing day and you must hate me now — I feel terrible.”

Declan took a moment to process this. He couldn’t help but laugh. Lottie’s expression told him that wasn’t the response she expected, which only made him laugh harder. He composed himself enough to ask, “You were worried that I wouldn’t like you anymore?”

“Well, yeah…”

“I’ve been sitting here moping because I assumed you wouldn’t want to go out with me again, since I puked on you and all,” Declan pointed out.

“Oh god, I guess we both jumped to conclusions there, huh?” Lottie replied with a grin, finally in on the joke. “Though you didn’t puke on me, just in my general vicinity.”

Sheepishly, Declan pointed to a greenish stain near the top of Lottie’s dress.

“I hadn’t even noticed!” she exclaimed, and they both laughed.

#my stories #my ocs #sickfic #emeto #whump #hurt and comfort #caretaking #declan williams #lottie lewis #mapleton university

[akilice]

ok guys i'm giving u a hakurin treat that i might delete later, but uhh, preview of swap au mana transfer

"I-In that case... what I'm trying to say is... it's easier to establish a link if we-"

"...if we have...sex."

"Y...Yeah."

They both turned away from each other. Hakuno's heartbeats were too loud for her to focus.

She would be lying if she said she didn't want her, and it's not like she forgot that 'dream' she had about her.

But still... this didn't sit right with her.

"I refuse." She sighed, and seeing the hurt in Rin's eyes made her regret her words.

"O-okay." Was all that came out from Rin as she hugged herself.

"Wait, it's not that I don't want to!" Hakuno reacted quickly. She couldn't let Rin think that way. "I-I want you!"

She declared, and it was so embarrassing that she could just dig a hole to die in.

But it had to be said.

"I just want us to make love because we both want to, not for anything else." Her face was practically boiling, if it were under other circumstances, Rin would be making fun of her. "S-so if it's what you want, t-then I won't hesitate!"

There it was. She said it.

She couldn't bring herself to look at Rin.

Not until Rin grabbed her by the collar and pulled her into a desperate kiss.

Rin's hands clenched into fists as she deepened the kiss.

Hakuno placed her hands on her waist, and kissed back with the same amount of need.

"I want to." Rin whispered against her lips as she pulled her down with her and into another kiss.

Hakuno was overjoyed.

But there was still one doubt in her mind.

One that she kept voicing often.

*Is it really okay for someone like me to do this?*

*Do I really deserve this?*

But as if she read her mind, Rin took her hand, and guided it under her shirt, giving her clear permission to touch her.

"I want you, Hakuno."

Those four words erased all of her doubts.

Hakuno gave her a tender kiss, then stared into her eyes. Those eyes that she loved so much.

She will make sure to repay Rin for everything she gave her.

With that, she leaned down.

Rin broke their kiss and pushed away. Hakuno looked at her confused, until she saw her undoing her hair and putting her ribbons away.

Rin spared her a nervous glance, then took off her shirt, and eventually the rest of her clothes, throwing them to the side and leaving a mess.

Hakuno couldn't do anything but watch.

She was mesmerized by Rin's beauty, and by the way the moon shone against her skin.

"A-are you just going to stare?" Rin whispered. When she received no answer, she sighed and shifted closer. "You're overdressed."

Her shaking hands reached to unbutton Hakuno's shirt.

Hakuno's brain was still catching up.

When they first met, she could've never imagined this happening.

She could just take off her shirt by herself, but this was a lot nicer, and especially the way her hands brushed against her skin as she tried to take off her bra.

Once she threw it away, Hakuno pulled her into a sudden hug, flustering them both.

Her heart was going to burst just from feeling Rin's skin against hers, and her soft breasts pressed against hers.

"H-hey!" Rin yelped, taken aback. "That's unfair, don't do that so suddenly!" It felt as if she was struck by lightning.

"You feel so nice, Rin." Hakuno whispered into her ear, letting her hand slide down from her neck to her lower back, tracing her spine with her fingers and enjoying the feeling of her skin.

Rin felt a sudden shiver.

She pulled Hakuno into a kiss.

#swap au

[aparrotandaqrow]

I think we as humans should be allowed to do horizontal gene transfer.

Hear me out; I'm not talking about CRISPR or gene editing or whatever. I mean like, bacteria. Some plants. Probably fungi but idk I'm not a mycologist.

No, I mean I want to be able to go to another human and have a conversation along the lines of "hey I like your genes can I unzip them and have some of them" and have them go "yeah dude I love you I want you to live your best life here's some of my DNA."

Imagine the intimacy.

Imagine finding someone you love and trust, and seeing in them the things that don't work so well in your own body, but that do work in theirs, and having the kind of trust and affection needed to do a transfer, especially if maybe there are some risks, like they might get some of your DNA in return.

Like that's sort of what drives a lot of physical attraction if I understand the studies correctly that suggest you're more turned on by people with complementary immune systems or whatever, but that's for making a kid with better genetics!

Screw the kids, we should be able to hotswap genetic material in our own adult bodies! Got the cilantro gene and want to taste that amazing cilantro-covered dish your partner enjoys so much? Horizontal gene transfer, baby, now they can truly share their favorite experience with you!

And then ratchet up the intimacy--someone's got the breast cancer gene, and it hasn't manifested yet. What if you could offer them a part of yourself, to buy them safety and peace of mind, and maybe years of life?

Think of the intimacy. Think of the potential.

Plants and bacteria are the most heart-grabbingly romantic motherfuckers on the planet, that's all I'm saying.

#shitpost #horizontal gene transfer #gene editing #romance

[phrobysha]

Author

Is it not through life’s experiences that we all coherently and inherently learn after all? Well it came as no surprise that this is how the way of the world works and as humans we are but gaining education through a string of information consumption and truly experience is but a most significant of teacher as one can detest to this very exercise of existence so far. Indeed as fate may have it, or perhaps destiny as it were does present a great deal of insight into the many dimensional derivatives that define life itself. A journey of comprehension does not come after a many trials and tribulations and surely only then has one come to terms with the embrace of its calling. A never ending battle is what it often felt like but in every entanglement there is a rule of conquer and in one’s enlightenment has come revelation of residence. The vast of knowledge is not how much is read nor is it how time unfolds in walk but one possesses the understanding that a continuous stride into the right direction is that of one’s recognition of the purest of self in amalgamations of multiple distribute. From birth we are but bore into a world and the breast is the first of lesson into what life serves. A mother’s connection is foremost a deliverance from the womb unto this terrain of conceptual growth from childhood into adulthood. Beyond the eyes sight and the minds might is a struggle of determination to master the art of endurance and perseverance. Crawling like a snail begins with stride to stand, then walk, and on one runs. Hands reach for the highest of fruit and feet climb mountains only to gaze upon the altitude of lowness. It was therefore as will be the path of many that at some point breath is a gasp of air even when it seems hopeless, still determination to attain, sustain and maintain longevity remains as the source of human root from the ground up like a seed sawn into a tree. There are moments in this foggy of search that clouds cover the sun and yet still under this very atmosphere, a light at the end of the tunnel can be found. A nourishing sigh of relief is such as life for huddles will present more quest in a world such as the one we have come to call planet earth. The beauty of life does indeed lay in the hands of the beholder and to the one gazing upon its magnificence sees the enchantment of a magical essence that contains the value of not only aroma but too taste of desire.

A story that begins not with end as it only uncovers yet more doors into worlds unknown for it is the sound of suspense without limit to anticipation. Once upon a time is as every narrative has transitioned and this particular scribe nor different presides just as that with a pin point of directive where it all started. A thought became something somewhat of an imagination that could be transformed as realistic even though out of nothing one witnessed the thread of design. An impulse that would mark the dots in bold transit as sketchy patterns drafted on a piece of paper. Everything is created out love and through this very emotion is a long lasting and everlasting transfer of attachment that is an extension of release that has to be freed at some point into the wild or the jungle.

#wisdom #knowledge #scriptures #philosophyoflife #operational intelligence

[lifeofmisssugarpink]

Wow I actually finished a fanfic for once. This is for @inupi 's bimbo bonanza collab. God my mind goes brrrr for a sweet dumb girl (and boy, I love my himbos)

Yuuji Itadori x Bimbo! reader

All characters are 18+

For context I made it so that reader and the other first years are in their second year of university.

No curse AU

Work count: 3.2k

Slight slut shaming from Sukuna. Minors DNI and it's referenced that reader has a more chubby body type but nothing explicit.

-----

His feet were sore and his arms were starting to ache but he didn’t care.

Hearing your giggles coming from the dressing room kept a cheerful smile on his face as you were getting changed into yet another dress you wanted to show him. He knew at 1:30 in the afternoon you were meant to be in your chemistry lecture, but with a bat of your lashes and a reassurance you’ll catch up on what you've missed from a classmate (he knew you would just copy but as long as you pass and are happy he couldn’t care less about how your classmates feel) he let you drag him around from store to store through Roppongi.

Hearing the ping come from his phone, Yuuji fetched it from his pocket. He saw it was a notification from the group chat that he, Nobara and Megumi were in.

Megumi: Itadori where are you? Did you forget we was going to study with the third years today?

Oh? Guess he forgot he made plans. Oh well, he was sure they’ll understand he’s got important business to tend to.

Yuji: Ah~ Sorry, I’m out shopping with the gf rn completely forgot!

Nobara: You goddamn simp. You two make me ill. I can’t believe you was the first of us to get a relationship 凸(｀△´＋）

‘How does this one look?’

At the sound of your voice his head snapped up, immediately disregarding his half typed reply.

Holy shit.

He knew you were fond of short skirts and dresses (something that he vividly remembered you getting in trouble with in high school by getting a size too small). The low cut of the dress pushing up your breast and the length cutting off just at your upper thigh, showing off your thick thighs in all their glory.

At the lack of response from your boyfriend you pout, did he not like it? Before you could ask him again a wide toothy grin broke out on his face.

‘You look great baby!’ eyes wide and cheeks flushed, ‘ why don’t you show me the back?’

Giving a short twirl, you faced towards the dressing room mirror, looking over your shoulder as you showed off the dress to your boyfriend. Amber eyes trailed down your back to where your ass was snuggly fitted into the dress. God, how did he get so lucky to get someone like you?

He remembers the first time he saw you in high school, transferring from abroad and speaking in broken Japanese, only enough to get by in class. Another memory comes to mind when his friends asked him who he had a crush on; his answer was definitely something that threw his friends off.

—--

‘Eh? Her? I didn’t know you liked them ditzy Itadori’

‘You really are an ass man aren’t you?’ another friend laughed.

His cheeks flushed as he moved his sight over to you sitting with your own group of friends, the buttons of your uniform straining across your bust and skirt rising up your thighs.

—--

‘I’m going to go pay for the dress and then we can go get something to eat Yu. Oooo maybe that new pancake place down the street, they recently added a strawberry drink on the menu and it looks so cute! I promised Nobara I’d instagram it for her’

At the mention of Nobara he realised he forgot to reply to the group chat; sending a half assed reply he shoved his phone back into his pocket and caught up to you at the counter and getting out his wallet to pay for the dress. He doesn’t know exactly where you would wear it so it looks like he’d have to take you out on a more high end date night at some point in the future; his heart was racing already imagining you getting ready and making yourself pretty just for him, your Yu.

Watching him hand the cashier 9500 yen you let out a squeal and wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a hearty kiss.

‘Thank you so much baby!’

Grabbing his hand you dragged him from the store towards the pancake place you mentioned to him earlier, although if he was honest he didn’t pay too much attention considering he attention was largely on your ass in that dress.

—

‘God I’m so full, those pancakes were so yummy!’

Cheek resting on his first he watched you drink the last on your strawberry shake you was so excited to try, after you instagrammed it with a filter for Nobara.

With both hands placed on the table Yuuji hauled himself out of his seat ‘come on, I’ll walk you back to your dorm’.

Getting up out of your own seat, you placed your manicured hand into his while your bags hung from his opposing arm as the both of you walked towards your dorm room.

—-

The same arm carrying your bags had now gone numb as you were both outside your dorm door, he didn’t want to leave until you were in and safe, however you were still rummaging through your handbag for a key that by this point he was certain wasn’t there.

‘I swear I put it in here earlier, how did I lock the door?’

Poor Yuuji didn’t have the heart to tell you that you didn’t, you have a bad habit of forgetting and your roommate has long since given up nagging you about it, they lock the door behind you now. Unfortunately it was the same roommate that has locked you out currently and decided tonight was the night to spend at her boyfriend's place.

Tears sprung up to your eyes ‘what if I have to sleep on the street tonight?’

‘What? Don’t be ridiculous baby, you’re going to sleep at mine tonight’

As quick as they came the tears dried up and your boyfriend's hand engulfed yours as the both of you walked towards the station to catch the next train to Yuuji’s apartment.

As much as he adored you, he used any and every excuse he could think of to try and avoid bringing you home, not because he’s ashamed or embarrassed of you but because he dreads to think how Sukuna would talk to you.

Yuuji knows he isn’t exactly the smartest guy and he gets his fair share of insults flung his way by his older brother; he couldn’t live with himself if you got upset over a situation he could avoid putting you in.

Checking through some of the notifications on his phone while you cuddled into his side on the train he took note of the time. Sukuna works night shifts at a club in the city centre so with any luck he’ll be gone by the time you two get to the apartment and will be able to leave while he’s passed out catching up on his sleep. His shoulders slumped, more relaxed that he won’t have to deal with Sukuna tonight.

—

This was it, this is his 13th reason. He should have known damn well his brother couldn’t let him have one thing.

The moment he opened the door to his apartment the smell of cigarettes and indie rock playing in the background was enough to let him know that Sukuna, was in fact, not at work tonight. The shit eating grin that broke out on his face when he looked over from his place on the sofa and saw you, his precious little girlfriend standing behind him, not even aware of the man looking at you but more entertained with all the posters and pictures littering the wall.

‘You’re back late punk. Spending some quality time with your girlfriend I take it?’

The innuendo wasn’t lost on him, his frown deepened as you finally realised that there was someone else in the apartment. With a cherub-like smile you greeted the older man. You knew Yuuji had an older brother, however he didn’t expand much on it and you couldn’t remember often enough to ask.

‘Now ain’t you cute? Yuuji why did you not bring her over sooner?’

Now that you looked closer you can really see the resemblance, from their pink hair to their chestnut brown eyes. However you noticed Yuuji’s brother was a lot more muscular, hair slightly longer and brushed back and tattooed. The tattoos on his face and running down his bare chest caught your attention, after all it wasn’t as common to see someone as heavily tattooed as him since you moved to Japan.

‘You’re never home, now if you excuse us we’re going to my room’

Keep it curt, keep it blunt and just walk away. If Yuuji gave him any opportunity to make a remark he knew his brother would take it up in an instant.

‘Make sure to keep it down then yeah, common courtesy and all that’.

That son of a bitch, these were clearly going over your head as you responded with a chipper ‘yes sir’ and the barking laughter of Sukuna followed you both to his room.

‘What was so funny? Did I make a joke?’

‘No baby, he’s always been weird like that’.

With that the both of you got comfy on his bed which he’s thanking the heavens he made this morning. Scrolling through his netflix he landed on a K-drama that if he was honest, was full of plot holes and classic tropes; but you seemed to be highly invested in it, so he kept it on knowing you would get confused if he changed the movie now.

You wrapped your arms around his waist as you leaned more into him and his own arm wrapped around you with his hand placed on the curve of your hip. Glancing down he felt the hot flush of arousal, he hadn’t noticed the lack of bra today. In this position the creamy skin of your breasts was on show to him and the pebbling of your nipples visible through your shirt. He mentally curses to himself as his pants start to feel more constricting as he feels himself get half hard.

‘Yu, I’m thirsty’.

Fuck, he either sends you to get it yourself which will end up with you getting pouty at him, on top of that Sukuna will be having a field day being able to catch you on your own in their kitchen; especially since his brother has eyes like a hawk and more than likely noticed your lack of bra before he did.

Or he gets up to go get the drink himself and you either catch his half hard cock or his brother does, and truthfully only one sounded less embarrassing to him. He’s no virgin by any means, and the two of you have done some heavy groping and a few hand jobs here and there but neither of you have slept with each other yet. Not for your lack of trying though, you’re an open book about how much you want to please him, but Yuuji has held off out of the respect he has for you.

He knows that because you’re a little more.. ditzy than other girls, guys have tried to take advantage of your nature before, he saw it during high school and during your first year of university, before the two of you got together.

Your slow nature is also another reason he wants to keep you away from his brother; he’ll push his luck as far as he can with you. If it wasn’t for him being financially dependent on Sukuna, he would have moved out a long time ago.

With an internal sign he decided to bite the bullet, a roasting from Sukuna about being caught with a boner is surely the better outcome than seeing how far he’ll take it by touching you up.

Unfortunately he couldn’t get off the bed before you noticed his problem.

‘Oh! Yu you should have told me’ with a pout ‘I can help you with that’

The red hot flush went straight to his cheeks, as he tried to get up off the bed, but was pushed down by your hands.

‘You really don’t have to do that baby, it’s fine don’t worry’

He felt your hands play with the zipper of his pants and in one swift motion, you had yanked both his pants and boxers down, the tip of his cock was swollen, heavy and red by this point, the beads of precum already having ruined his boxers.

He felt the soft skin of your palm wrap around his cock. He couldn’t help but think how pretty they looked with your freshly manicured nails (paid for by him of course, and he would happily pay for them again). A hiss escaped him as you started to move your hand up and down his shaft, the pad of your thumb rubbing against the slit each time you bring your hand back up.

‘Hn, baby you don’t have to’

‘But I want to’

With that you give his tip a kitten lick before taking it into your mouth, causing the pink haired boy to tense, his abdomen muscles clenching as if to stop himself busting a nut right then and there. His teeth are tightly digging into his lip to keep his moans from escaping.

You took him further into your mouth, the wet sounds of your tongue making room to take him made his dick throb harder. Whatever you couldn’t fit into your mouth you took into your hand and softly pumped the rest of him.

He could see it, the streaks of your lipstick and the stickiness of your lipgloss wiping off on his shaft. Jesus fucking christ that was hot. One arm was positioned further back to hold his body up to get a better view of you while his spare hand made its way to the bad of your head and tangled into your hair. It took everything in him to not push down and make you take it all, the tears prickling the corner of your eyes already letting him know you’re taking as much as you can.

Instead he follows your rhythm and guides you up and down his shaft, each soft gag and moan vibrating up his dick and making his balls tighten. If he didn’t get you off him soon he’s gonna blow.

‘F-fuck, inside. I want to be inside you’

That was all you needed to hear. Pulling the shirt over your head, your breasts gave an almost comical bounce and Yuujis hot mouth soon made its home on your nipples as he took them into his mouth.

Aiding you in getting your skirt and thong off, he wrapped his arms around your waist as he pulled you into his lap, the shaft of his cock snuggled between your cheeks. He removed himself from your breasts and planted his lips on yours, tongues moving between each other's mouths.

He placed his hands on your hips and lifted you up ever so slightly before rearranging himself so that his leaking top was placed at your entrance. With one swift pull of your hips he entered you. Letting out a load moan from being filled up by him for the first time Yuuji quickly placed his plam over your mouth.

‘Shit, we don’t want my brother to overhear us, do you baby?’

A small shake of your head was all he needed to hear, as quick as he removed his palm from over your mouth he pushed two fingers in between your lips. The soft bucking of his hips beneath you and the friction of his pubic bone rubbing against your clit was enough to turn your brain to mush. You welcomed his thick fingers with a gentle suckle and rocked your hips in retaliation. With one of his hands placed on your hip and the other with his fingers pressing down on your tongue, you used your free hands to give him a show.

Placing your hands on your lower belly, sliding them upwards. You didn’t bother to check if he was watching, just having another set of hands on your was enough to produce more slick. As your hands reached up towards your sternum you took your breasts into your hands, squeezing them for pleasure as the friction on your nipples caused your core to clench around Yuuji, causing a quiet groan to be produced from him.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva still connected your tongue to his fingers tip. ‘Remember, be quiet baby’.

With that both hands were on your hips and the pace of his thrusts got faster and more violent. Grabbing you and lifting you up before slamming you back down onto his weeping cock, the thick creamy ring of precum forming around his shaft with each up and down motion of your pussy engulfing him. What a good girl you are for him, he can see you trying your hardest to be quiet, his fingers replaced with your own as you’re trying not to let your moans get too loud.

He would almost be paranoid that Sukuna could hear the wet slapping of your hips coming together but the clenching of your pussy around his cock was too much for him to pay too much attention to anyone else around him.

His pace grew erratic as he lifted up his legs so you could lean back and rest on his thighs, his hips snapping up at a more volatile pace, he felt you clench around him more regularly now, he knew you was close and god he couldn’t hold on much longer either.

‘C-cum, I’m gonna cum - oh god - Yuuji~’

With one final pump of his hips you clenched around him so tight it was almost painful, the milky spurts of his cum coating your walls. It would have been perfect if it wasn’t for the fact your loud pornographic moan was the reason he busted his load when he did.

You slumped on top of him, softening erection still stuffed inside you and sweat rolling down between your breasts. You clearly didn’t realise how loud you moaned. You looked so fucked out and pretty as he leaned back onto his pillows, bringing your body to rest on top of his. Fuck it, maybe Sukuna didn’t hear, hell who cares by this point; after all he was the one that got laid.

‘I love you Yuuji’

Arms wrapped tightly around your waist and digging your head into his shoulder, Yuuji couldn’t help but think, how did he get so lucky to have you.

—---

‘Shit’

His chest was sweaty and his palm sticky, covered in his own cum as his cock was softening and going limp in his hand.

What was he supposed to do? When his little brother had walked in with a hot piece of ass like that, tits squished into a tiny shirt and had her moaning like a whore.

Sukuna washed his hands under the kitchen sink and made his way back to his previous position on the sofa. With any luck in the morning he might be able to get another glimpse at you, hell, might even try to convince Yuuji to let him have a go at that tight cunt of yours.

#JJK #Jujutsu Kaisen #x reader #reader #reader insert #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk sukuna #jjk yuji #jjk itadori #Sukuna #Itadori #Sukuna is such a little bastard #I love him sm of course I had to add him in #Any way Yuji deserves the world I love him too

[sopebubbles]

I’m sad it’s over but also my heart 😌💖

It was all so perfect the last two chapters healed my soul cleared my acne and watered my crops

And I can’t stop imagining Jimin at the concert the next day just being like ARMY I have a baby girl mochi and army all referring to her as baby Mochi everytime a photo is posted by one of the guys even when Bora is like teenage and like jimin posting a pic on twitter or insta that night and tagging James cordon as a joke with the caption like “I’m papa mochi now” or something 😭💖💖💖 ugh it’s even cuter bc irl they’ve been open about wanting kids and they all deserve this life so much 😭💖

A/n: I debated about adding something about this in the last chapter, but I didn't want it to be too much. But since people wanted it, here it is!

Master list

Your eyes flutter open, surprised to see the sun flooding into your hospital room. You'd only had to wake up once in the night to feed Bora, and you had wanted so badly to stay awake, gazing at her for eternity, but your body simply couldn't do it. Your eyes immediately look to the empty bassinet beside you, your eyes opening in horror, only to look to your side and find your precious newborn in the arms of Jimin.

"What a beautiful sight," you smile over the pair of them.

Jimin looks up from her tiny face to your sleepy one with a smile so bright it almost beats the sun for the strongest light in the room. "We were hoping you could sleep a little more. I didn't want to wake you."

"Is she hungry?" You push yourself up in the hospital bed, using the remote to angle the back up. "If she's hungry, it's my job to wake up."

"Yeah, I guess she is," Jimin admits, standing to carry her over to you. He carefully transfers her to your arms. You waste no time in undoing your clothing to expose your breast to feed Bora. Jimin turns around with a slight blush on his cheeks and clears his throat.

"Jimin," you say with a tease in your voice as Bora latches onto you, "if you're serious about us and sticking around, you're going to have to get over this awkward part."

Jimin snickers, still a little shy, so he doesn't turn to face you just yet. "I am serious! Dead serious. It's just that you and I haven't seen each other like that, and I didn't know if you would want me to. See you, I mean."

"Jimin, it's fine. I'm just feeding Bora. I'll have to do this like 20 times a day, so we might as well just get used to it."

"Right, okay," Jimin says but still doesn't turn around, and you just shake your head, silently laughing at his bashfulness. "Uh, Jeongguk is on his way. Some of the others wanted to stop by, too, but I told them I'd have to ask you."

"That's fine. But they don't have to come. I know you guys are busy today. And you don't have to feel bad about going when it's time to go, either, baby. We'll just be here."

"I wanna be here. But I'll go when Namjoon drags me away," Jimin grins, finally facing you. He watches you both happily, feeling an almost surreal satisfaction, seeing you hold your child. "I stayed up most of the night watching her," he confesses, "watching both of you."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm. And you know what I noticed?" Jimin sits on the edge of your bed, as if he has some great secret to divulge.

"What?" You're barely listening, distractedly looking down at Bora's face.

"I think I was wrong before about Mochi having Guk's nose. I think she has your nose."

You crack a smile and look closely, trying to remember exactly what your own nose looks like as you examine hers. "That would certainly be very convenient," you mumble.

A couple of minutes after Bora finishes her first breakfast, Jeongguk arrives, looking a little tired but more excited and happy than you've ever seen him before.

"How's everyone this morning?" Guk asks as he approaches Jimin holding his daughter.

"She's perfect," Jimin beams.

"Where's Yn?" Jeongguk asks as Jimin transfers possession of the infant to the other man.

"She's just in the bathroom. The guys are already on their way, so she said she wanted to look presentable."

"Speaking of, you look exhausted. Was last night terrible?" Guk wonders before pulling Bora closer to him and dipping his head to smell the top of hers. He found that so addictive.

"No. She slept…well, like a baby. She only woke up once. It wasn't a big deal. I just…couldn't take my eyes off of her. I didn't want to close my eyes," Jimin admits.

Jeongguk looks down into Bora's alert chocolate eyes. "Yeah, I get that."

"Let me hold my niece!" Taehyung demands the moment he walks into your room a little while later. He's used his long legs to get ahead of Hoseok and Yoongi so he could be the first.

"Calm down," Jeongguk chuckles, turning to hand her over to his hyung. "Support her head."

"I know how to hold a baby," Taehyung mutters. "Held more babies than you ever will." All his features shift the moment he looks down at Bora's little face. His eyes open wide, and his smile does just the same. "Hello baby Bora! My name is V. But you can call me Uncle Taetae. I've been wanting to meet you for so long."

Hoseok's smile is just as big as he catches the man taking to his niece. "Don't hog her, Taehyung-ah."

"Gimme a few minutes, sheesh," Taehyung complains as he goes to sit with the baby in his arms.

Finally, after some time passes and with enough begging from Hoseok, Taehyung passed the little girl onto her other uncles. The next in line promises to make sure she's always well dressed, and Yoongi whispers a few words of approval before handing her to Jin. The eldest assures her that her cousins can't wait to meet her before eventually giving her over to Namjoon. The leader seems to examine her for a long time, not saying much as he cradles her gently against his chest. Although she'd grown sleepy between Jeongguk's arms and Seokjin's, she's now alert again, looking back up at Namjoon while everyone watches the pair.

"You're going to grow up to be a very special girl, aren't you, Bora?" he says finally, so tenderly, as if he's forgotten anyone else was even there.

Namjoon did eventually have to drag Jimin away from the two of you. There was an edge of excitement that carried them all through rehearsal, sound check and into the second night performance of Muster. Everyone in the stadium can feel their energy is even greater than the night before, but it isn't until they reach the encore that they reveal to the crowd the reason for their excitement.

"Army, did you have fun tonight?" J-Hope asks the crowd, receiving ecstatic screams in response.

"Muster has always been very special to us," Namjoon says, pulling out his ear piece. "It's our chance to celebrate our anniversary with you and to do something special for ARMY. This year has been extra special. You wanna tell them why, Jimin?"

All the boys look to Jimin as the huge smile that has been on his face all night seems to grow even more. "Muster is about us getting to meet with ARMY, and last night, the youngest member of ARMY arrived. Baby Mochi was born last night!" Jimin announces, covering his face and doubling over as he begins to tear up from sheer joy. The fans cheer in response, yelling questions, wanting to know if Mochi is a boy or girl, and what her name is.

"Ah, Jimin-ah, Mochi has a name now," Jin reminds him.

"That’s right," Jimin remembers. "A very special name for a very special little girl. Why don't you tell them her name, Jeonggukkie?"

Jeongguk smiles a bright, bunny smile as he looks back at Jimin. "Jimin-ssi, her name is Bora." ARMY cheers happily in response, imagining how cute Bora must be with all of them.

"That's it. Bora." Taehyung sighs. "Bora is a very lucky girl because she has all of you to look up to. All of ARMY. We purple you. So help us sing Bora's favorite song," Taehyung requests as the melody to Mikrokosmos begins.

As Jimin exits the stage that night, he can't seem to get his equipment off fast enough. He won't even bother to change before getting in the car with Junghoon and getting back to his girls as fast as possible. There's a part of him that was a little worried after they announced the birth in stage that there would be a lot of attention at the hospital, and he wants to be there to protect you and help you. But a much bigger part of him simply can't wait to have both of you in his arms again.

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[havin-a-wee]

hey! I am obsessed with ur writing and I was wondering if you could pretty please do an imagine where you are best friends with Harry and you are REALLY horny and are cuddling with him and you get wet n stuff through your panties and he notices and offers to help? thank you SO MUCH ily🥰

Postitions

warnings: oral (female receiving)

word count: 2.5k

hi! sorry this took so long but i’m rlly proud of how it came out so i hope you like it !

“Harry get in here!” 

Your best friend popped his head in the door to your bedroom with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

“What are you smiling about?” Harry only ever made that kind of face when he was up to something, and you weren’t in the mood to deal with one of his ‘surprises’ tonight. 

Instead of answering your question, he just stepped fully in the door, his hand gripped a tub of ice cream in your favorite flavor. You shot up from laying down and returned his dopey smile, your body filled with excitement. 

“I forgot I had brought this in the car.” he shrugged his shoulders with the ice cream still in his palm as he made his way to the bed. 

“Did yo-” Before you could finish your sentence, he held up two silver spoons with his other hand and you grabbed onto one of them quickly, eager to dig into your favorite treat. You pull open the plastic surrounding the cap with a satisfying zip and within a few moments your mouth has enveloped your spoon and the ice cream is melting in your mouth.

The two of you sit on the bed and eat the ice cream quietly for a minute, but once you have savored those first few spoonfuls you speak up. “So what movie are we watching?”

“I was thinking Call Me By Your Name because you said yesterday that you haven’t seen it yet,” Harry responds. You nod with the spoon sticking out of your mouth which made Harry giggle. He turns his attention to your nightstand and he grabs the small black remote and points it towards the large tv that is mounted on your wall. 

He clicks around a bit until he gets to Hulu, and from there he searches up the movie. Without saying a word, you both subconsciously shift into your favorite movie-watching position, which is when you lie down and Harry places his head between your thighs.

Yes, it is a more couple-y type of position, but it’s comfortable for both of you, and it allows for a good view of the tv. 

The first half of the movie went smoothly, and you found yourself quite invested in the story that was playing out on the screen. It was a cute love story between guys, but it had a bit of angstiness that kept you on your toes.

It was a little over halfway through when the scene arrived. At first there was a hand grabbing a peach off of a tree, which was a bit odd and out of place. But the pieces came together when the camera panned to Elio laying on his bed, and then to his hands creating a crater within the peach.

Now usually when a steamy scene began in the movies you watched with Harry, you contained yourself and we able to watch it without getting turned on. But there was something about the sensuality of the scene that sent a tingling down your spine and straight to your core.

It wasn’t until now that your brain registered that Harry’s head was placed right on the place that was currently warming up with your arousal. 

Even when the scene was over, you could feel your panties getting wetter and wetter. You were frozen in place, petrified due to the fact that Harry might be able to feel the difference in temperature. But your worries about Harry transferred to the aroused part of your brain, and you couldn’t help but to imagine him in the same scene that got you so worked up.

Even though he was your best friend, you still found him incredibly attractive. I mean, how could you not? But you realized about a year ago that it didn’t stop at simple attraction. You love Harry, as more than a friend, and that’s what makes this whole thing all the scarier.

You continued watching the movie but after a few more minutes your clit began to throb. It was at this point that you began debating going to the bathroom in your head, but you knew that there was no way you could be that quick. So, you made the tough decision to stick it out and pray that Harry doesn’t move his head.

Your prayers were not answered.

Your focus had been completely diverted from the movie and you were staring at a spot on the wall in a feeble attempt to distract yourself. But it was then that Harry adjusted his head from where it was laying between your legs. 

Almost as if on purpose, the back of his head pressed against your swollen button when he shifted, and despite your best efforts, a soft moan escaped your throat. 

You squeezed your eyes shut right after it happened, holding onto the small hope that he didn’t hear it. But when the weight of his head disappeared from where it was placed you knew that he did hear it. You opened your eyes slowly, to see him looking at you with a sly grin on his face. He had turned around fully to face you and was sitting on his knees, kind of like he was excited or anticipating something.

Before you could speak, he opened his lips that were still holding a bright grin and spoke.

“You okay?” You knew that he knew, and he was just testing the waters to see what reaction would make you the most comfortable. That was one of the many things you love about him, he always makes sure your comfortable.

“I’m really sorry I just-” Once again, he cut you off.

“S’fine Y/N, I’m the one who should be saying sorry.” His grin faded to a sympathetic smile as you lifted your head to meet your eyes with his. The two of you sat there in silence for a few seconds, before he spoke up again.

“Do you want some help?” You eyes shot up from where you were staring and you looked at him with wide eyes. His eyes went wide too and you could tell that he was scared of your reaction. “I-I mean only if you want to, if you don’t I can just lea-”

This time it was you who cut him off. “Harry..” Your voice was quiet, and you sighed his name, but it wasn’t in negative way. 

You placed your hands in front of you and pushed yourself up so your face was inches away from his. “Will you kiss me?” 

He nodded furiously and then his lips met yours. He tasted just like you had imagined, sweet and the best thing you had ever tasted. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you welcomed it openly and your lips mashed together sloppily. You mewled into his mouth as you felt his soft lips suck on yours. The kiss was filled with passion and excitement, and you could tell that you weren’t the only one who had been waiting for this for a long, long time.

He pushed you back while continuing to kiss you, laying you flat on the bed as he placed his body atop yours, propped up by his toned arms. He took the opportunity to begin sucking on your jaw, moving down to your neck. He sucked at bit vigorously at your soft skin and you moaned once again, but this time harder and with more neediness. 

Instinctively, your hands made their way down to his belt buckle, but his hand grabbed yours to stop you. Much to your dismay, he stopped his assault on your neck and looked into your eyes.

“None of that, m’takin care of you.” 

You bit your lip and nodded at his words. You had always found his voice sexy and hearing him say that to you caused you to squeeze your legs to try and get some kind of friction. 

He pecked your lips once more before averting his attention to the hem of your pajama top. He looked up at you for approval and you nodded, lifting up your arms as he peeled the garment away from your aching body. 

You weren’t wearing a bra, which Harry clearly had zero problems with, his head diving down as he took one of your nipples in his mouth, the other one tracing down your stomach. You jolted at the sudden sensation, your body quivering under his touch. 

He detached from your breast and worked at your bottoms, pulling off the flimsy shorts that covered the place that he really wanted to see. He latched two fingers onto the hem of your panties and looked up at you. You nodded once again, but he didn’t pull your panties down.

“Need to here y’say it Y/N. Need to hear y’tell me what y’want me to do to you”

“Please Harry,” you gasped. “Please take my panties off.”

Once again, he did not, but instead smirked at you as he watched you wriggle underneath him.

“What d’ya want me t’do when I take em off pet? Y’want my mouth on you? Y’want me to lick your pretty little cunt til’ you’re begging me to stop?”

“Yes, yes please!” He chuckled lightly before pulling your panties off in one quick motion. Instead of going right to what he desired, he began by sponging kisses from your collarbone down to your stomach until his head was placed right above your core. He took a second to admire your glistening heat and you watched his eyes filled with lust.

He lowered his head and placed his big hands on your thighs, lifting them up and over his shoulder so he has the best angle possible. All of a sudden you felt his tongue licking a stripe over your core. He then made small swipes at your throbbing clit, making you buck up onto his tounge. He moaned against you and you could feel the vibration against your core as he made work on your clit.

He sucked and bit on the sensitive nub, and you were putty in his hands. His mouth was magic, and you were falling apart under his touch. All of the pent-up sexual frustration he had caused you over the years melted away and all that you were thinking about was how good he was making you feel.

“Harry..fuck-oh my god” You stumbled on your words as your mind could only focus on the man who had his head between your legs. You felt him groan again you again and you shuddered at the feeling. The fact that he was enjoying this just as much as you was turning you on even more; if that was possible. 

You snaked your hands through the messy curls atop his head. He sucked harshly on your clit and you gripped onto his hair with such force that you were scared you were hurting him, but the moan he responded with calmed your nerves.

The sight of his head between your legs as he pleasured you was something you would never forget, and you also hoped that this wouldn’t be the last time you would get to see it. His tongue moved down to your folds and he began licking inside of you. You rolled your hips against his face while he licked your most sensitive area, and you could feel his hot breath hitting you clit which intensified the pleasure.

“So, so good” 

You could feel his lips curl into a smile against you as he buried himself in you. You maintained the tight grip on his curls, pulling harshly when did something that made you feel extra good.

His mouth moved back to your clit and he continued what he had been doing before, sucking and biting at it like he hadn’t eaten in a week. Your shouts of his name only encouraged him, making him go harder and faster every time. 

The knot in your stomach was tight, and it was a feeling that you knew, but hadn’t felt in quite a while. “Harry- I’m gonna-” you whispered shakily.

He pulled his mouth an inch away from your sopping cunt and mumbled hungrily. “C’mon baby, come on my tounge. I wanna taste you.” He dove back in and his tongue swiped across your walls. 

The pad of his thumb found its way to your aching clit and he rubbed it in quick circles while his tongue dipped inside of you once again.

The knot in your stomach burst and you arched your back as you reached your climax on Harry’s mouth. You saw star as he worked you down from your high, slowing his movements but not stopping. As soon as he removed his mouth from you your knees buckled and you collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily and trying to process what just happened.

You heard him laugh and you watched him slip your thighs off of his shoulders and come lay next to you. You rolled onto your side so you could face him, looking at his face for the first time since he found a place between your thighs.

His lips were glistening from your juices, and he smiled at you while he licked them up from around his mouth. The two of you lay on your sides staring at each other for a bit, but then it hit you.

“Wait Harry, I didn’t take care of you”

“S’fine love, I just wanted to make you feel good.”

It was almost bittersweet because you knew that he had to like you back in some regard, but you didn’t know if it was only sexual, or he wanted a romantic relationship like you did. 

You sat up, lost in your own thoughts in anxieties. He sat up quickly as well, and his face was riddled with concern.

“What’s wrong?” You could hear the fear in his voice, but you were scared because you couldn’t figure out why he was scared. 

“I just- what does this mean?”

Harry sighed and looked down at his lap, then looked back up at you. “I really like you Y/N. Like more than a friend. And I d’nknow if you feel the same, but judging by what y’just let me do, I think the feeling is mutual.” He smiled at the end, and you smiled right back.

“The feeling is mutual.” That was all you said before you leaned into him and kissed him again. This kiss was softer, more loving and affectionate than the kiss you had previously shared. He placed you on his lap, but it wasn’t sexual in nature. It was more of a ‘you’re all mine’ kind of gesture. 

He broke the kiss and the two of you looked down at each other with your smiles still bright and full. “Y’know I moved my head on purpose. I could feel you heated up.” His cheery smiled had turned into a cheeky grin as a blush color spread across your cheeks. You playfully slapped him in the shoulder and you both burst out into laughter. As your laughter subsided you leaned into his ear and whispered.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

#harry styles smut #harry styles #one direction smut #fine line #best friend!harry #harry styles x reader #request

[bestiesenpai]

The Language of Flowers - Toji Fushiguro

Who is ready for Toji Fushiguro fluff? This is a flower shop au + a kinda mafia au, so let’s see how it turned out, shall we? Gender neutral reader and no warnings :)

“Welcome in!” Fifteen minutes after opening your shop for the day, you got your first customer. It wasn’t uncommon for someone to come in so early, usually a senior citizen or a shop owner looking to spruce up their place with a fresh bouquet. But the person walking in as you rounded the corner didn’t look like the typical type of early morning client.

Smartly dressed in a suit with a large double breasted overcoat hanging off broad shoulders, the man that walked in had a much more serious demeanor than you were used to. Inky black hair with strands hanging in his face, a prominent scar on the edge of one lip and half-lidded eyes that seemed to stare right through you as they landed on you.

“Hello.” Even the smooth, deep timbre of his voice was out of place as he walked past tables full of bright orchids and petunias. He moved slowly, all the time in the world at his fingertips as he approached the counter.

“How can I help you today?” There was something unnerving about him but you pushed it away, gripping the edges of your apron so he wouldn’t see your hands slightly tremble.

“You make bouquets, right?” Looking over his shoulders a few times, his eyes settled on a few pictures on the wall of past arrangements. “I need one for a funeral.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Don’t be, he had it coming.” Chuckling to himself, the man tapped his chest a few times.

“O-oh.” Blinking away your shock, you gestured to the flowers on display. “Any particular flowers you’d like?”

“Lilies are funeral flowers, right? A handful of those and some glitter should be fine.” Digging in his pocket, the man pulled out a wad of cash and placed a few bills on the counter that separated you. “This should be enough.”

“This is more than enough, I can’t-” He’d put a few hundreds on the counter, all crisp and clean like they were freshly printed.

“Don’t worry about it.” Waving off your apprehension, he pushed the money closer. “Think of it as me repenting.”

“What do you need to repent for?” Slowly taking the money, you regretted asking as the man chuckled again.

“I’m the reason this funeral’s happening.”

Ten minutes later, the man - who’s name you’d learned was Toji - was walking out of the door with a fresh bouquet of white lilies. He didn’t say anything further while he was there, mainly because you hid in the back room as you worked. You could hear his dress shoes clicking against the worn hardwood as he perused the shop and every once in a while he stopped to sniff a flower.

The rest of the day went by without incident, your regular customers came in and you were able to forget about the man that had occupied the space in the early morning. Only when you emptied out the register and saw the money sitting at the bottom did you think about him, which brought a light flush to your cheeks. As intimidating as he was, you couldn’t help but find him a bit attractive.

A week and a half went by until you saw him again. It was a surprise to hear him come into the shop at the same time as last, wearing another suit with the heavy coat on his shoulders.

“Another funeral?” You asked when you saw him and your question made his lips stretch into an unexpected laugh.

“Not this time! I’m going to a wedding later.” Toji’s laugh warmed your cheeks, it was a rich sound that came straight from the barrel of his chest.

“Are you getting married?” Your eyes darted down to his ringless fingers.

“Nope, the boss’ youngest daughter found love.” Fishing a phone out of his pocket, Toji showed you a picture of a girl clearly ecstatic with her lover and a very large ring on her finger, a few men that looked like bodyguards lingering in the background.

“How precious! What’re the colors for the wedding?”

“Beats me, I’m not in it.” Shrugging his shoulders, Toji gestured to a few pink roses. “I think she likes pink, so maybe a bit of those.”

“You think or you know?” You snorted, rounding the counter and going over to the flowers. “Weddings are a really big deal, she might not like it if you clash.” Toji opened and closed his mouth like he was going to say a witty retort, but instead he bit back a sigh and nodded curtly.

“Pick whatever you like then, I just need a bouquet that goes well with a stack of cash.” Holding his coat away from him, Toji flashed a white envelope tucked inside his inner pocket, along with the tell tale handle of a gun resting in a holster to his side.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Licking your lips nervously, you fought to keep your eyes steady and not look at the gun. Turning back to the flowers, you mulled over them longer than necessary to avoid facing him. “You said she likes pink?”

Thanking you once again for your service, Toji left with a large bouquet in his hands and a congratulations card he had you write. He even promised to come back and show you pictures of the wedding and while you appreciated the returning patronage, the man before you was starting to make you quite uneasy.

“You still open?” It was five minutes to closing time and the bell above the door alerted you to another customer, the sound of the voice telling you exactly who it was.

“Toji, you really came back.” It was a bit of a shock to see him twice in one day. He was a little more disheveled, the coat on his shoulders was gone and he didn’t have a suit jacket on, with the black button up he had underneath clearly wrinkled and coming untucked at one side.

“Yeah, the wedding was in the afternoon, and I only had to stay until the newlyweds left.” Running a hand through his hair, Toji checked the watch on his wrist as he grabbed his phone. It was nearing eight and the sign on the door clearly stated you were going to close soon, so he had to make this quick.

Sliding his phone wordlessly onto the counter, he gestured toward the pictures on the screen. The wedding was massive, a lot of money had clearly been spent to give the smiling bride everything she wanted.

“Toji, she’s holding my bouquet!” Walking down the aisle, arm in arm with who you assumed was her father, the bride was carrying the bouquet that you’d made.

“Hm? Yeah, guess she is.”

“She didn’t have her own?” If you had known she would be carrying it down the aisle you would have made it more extravagant and lush.

“She did, but she liked yours so much she took it.” The statement brought a silly smile to your lips and Toji laughed to himself, swiping through more photos. Every single one had jovial people but you couldn’t ignore the men in dark suits with stern looks on their faces in the background and flanking the bride's father in a few pictures.

“Do you really need that many bodyguards at a wedding?” Looking at the bride more closely, she wasn’t recognizable to you as any celebrity or daughter of a politician.

“When you do the business we do, yeah.” Coming to the end of the pictures, Toji tucked his phone away. Giving him a curious look, you began to untie the apron around your waist. The clock hung on the wall rang eight and it was time to close up shop.

“What kind of business?” You pressed, slowly starting to turn off the lights to the shop and ushering Toji out as you walked to the front.

“Honey, I don’t think you want to know.” Standing on the sidewalk as you locked up the shop, Toji grinned as he looked over the street and saw the other small businesses closing up for the night as well.

Narrowing your eyes briefly at him, you did a once over of Toji. He was quite broad, with clearly defined muscles on every slope and curve of his body. There were a couple scars on his hands to match the one on his lip and you could see the outline of a gun tucked into his hip clear as day. It wouldn’t be that hard to guess, but did you want to take that leap?

“Well whatever it is, it’s certainly keeping me afloat.” Shrugging your shoulders, you gave the doors one last tug before putting the keys away and beginning to walk away. “It was nice seeing you, Toji.” It was nice seeing more of his body and talking to him, having his attention solely on you.

“Take care getting home, (Y/N).” Giving you a quick wave, Toji fished a cigarette out of his pocket. “I’ll see you around.” Waving back at him, the two of you went your separate ways with the heat of the day dissipating in the air and masking the light flush on both of your cheeks.

Coming to work the next day, the scent of Toji’s cologne still lingered in the air as you walked in. Putting your apron on and starting to prep for the coming day, you found yourself waiting at the fifteen minute mark to see if he would come in with another request. But the only one that came was a delivery man holding a bouquet of sunflowers.

Thanking him, you quickly snatched the card that was attached and read it.

How often does a florist get flowers? Can’t imagine it’s a lot. These are a thank you from me and the boss for that bouquet the other day, it was a big hit.

- Toji

P.S. These aren’t nearly as bright as your smile but they come close, don’t they?

A warm blush invaded your whole body as you read the last line, giggling to yourself as you reread it a few times and looked at the sunflowers. They were indeed a bright and vibrant yellow and as you transferred them to a vase, your mouth refused to let go of the large smile stretching your cheeks wide and it stayed for the whole day.

The next few days were slow, the weather had taken a drastic turn and rain pelted the streets and drowned out any potential customers. There was even the low, distant rumble of thunder rolling in as you began to close up shop one day.

“Shit, it’s really coming down.” Standing at the front door, you watched small rivers of water flow down the street. The street was empty save for the few people running past to get out of the rain. Worrying your lip, you were at a standstill. Your bus stop was only a five minute walk away, but the reality of having to wait in the rain and get your shoes utterly soaked was keeping you rooted in place.

“Maybe I can wait it out.” Mumbling to yourself, you closed the door and flicked off the open sign. There was probably some prep you could do for the following morning while you waited for the weather to hopefully ease up a little, a bouquet you could get started on a little early or plants that might need a little sprucing up.

Sweeping aimlessly, touching up a few displays, double and triple checking the incoming flower deliveries - all of it took less than thirty minutes to complete and the rain seemed to be coming down even harder now. Wandering to the backroom, you were just about to rearrange another drawer when the wind whooshed by and shook the front door in its frame.

“(Y/N)? You in there?” Except it wasn’t the wind and that was certainly Toji’s voice. He was standing at the door, cupping his face against the glass and peeking into the shop. Rushing to open it for him, he was dripping big puddles onto the floor as he came in.

“What’re you doing here?” For once he had his large overcoat on and properly buttoned up and his hair was clinging to his face with fat water droplets streaking down his skin.

“I was in the neighborhood.”

“Why?” Grabbing a few paper towels, you cast him a curious look.

“Well…” Dabbing off his face, Toji took a glance at you before closing his eyes and wiping off his hair. “Just wanted to check on the shop, ya know, make sure it was holding up in this weather.” Toji’s cheeks turned a bit rosy and he wiped at his face a little more.

“I would say it’s holding up pretty fine.” Shrugging your shoulders, there wasn’t much you could do against the weather outside.

“Great, that’s...that’s great.” Toji trailed off, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck as he looked around the shop. A loud crack of thunder broke the steadily growing tension, making you jump and shuffle a bit closer to him.

“This weather is awful.” You mumbled. Your fingers just brushed against the material of his coat and you wanted to cling onto it, have Toji open it so you could snuggle close to him and drown out the sounds of outside.

“Do you have a ride home? I notice it’s a bit past closing time.” Taking a glance at his watch, Toji looks at you with a raised brow.

“No, I ride the bus. I was hoping the rain would ease up so I could leave soon.”

“The bus? You can’t take that in this weather.” Shaking his head, Toji dug around in his pockets. “Wait here, I’ll give you a ride.”

“But you-” There was no car parked outside the shop and as you followed Toji to the door you didn’t see any waiting either.

“I parked around the corner. Lock up the shop and wait for me.” Patting the door frame a few times, Toji ducked his head and ran down the street. Watching him for as long as you could, you hurriedly turned the lights off and closed the door right as a shiny silver sports car pulled up.

Running out, you practically dove into the passenger's seat as soon as the door was opened. Toji had the heat cranked up, chasing away the nipping cold air that had followed you in. It smelled even more of Toji’s cologne in here, a scent you hoped would linger far after you left the car.

“Which way home?” He asked, pulling out into the street.

“Take a right up here and then go straight.” Doing as you said, Toji fiddled with the radio and let the low sound of music fill the air along with the rain. Driving down the slick roads, Toji came to a slow stop at a red light.

“Would you have seriously taken the bus if I hadn’t shown up?” Making a face at the weather, Toji clicked his tongue when he watched you nod.

“Or I would have just slept in the backroom.” Your comment made him laugh, an abrupt bark that came from his stomach and had him leaning forward a little.

“Really? Made a pillow among those pretty flowers?”

“I’m sure they’d be quite comfortable.” Laughing as well, you looked out the window as he began to drive again. As the laughter turned to soft chuckles, you felt the urge to speak again and keep the conversation going. It was easy to talk to Toji and despite your apprehension upon first meeting him, you could see yourself becoming friends with the man.

“Well this is just great.” Coming to a grinding halt, Toji let out a soft groan and gestured to the traffic filled road ahead of him. “Did people forget how to drive in the fucking rain or something?”

“Maybe…” Leaning around in your seat, you could see the tell-tale flashing of emergency lights. “I think someone got into an accident up there, I can see an ambulance.”

“They had to choose tonight to fuck their car up?” Rolling his eyes, Toji sunk into the driver's seat, drumming his fingers against the wheel and taking a peek in the rearview mirror. “Seems like we’re stuck here, there’s too many people to turn back now.”

Turning over your shoulder, you blanched at the sight of all the cars suddenly behind you. The road you were travelling on wasn’t particularly busy to begin with but it seemed the inclimate weather had other plans.

“Guess we wait then.” Sinking down to match him, you watched the rain smatter against the windshield. The soft jazz Toji had chosen fit the atmosphere nicely and the heat coming from the vents kept any chill away from you. The longer you sat in the comfortable quiet, the more tempting it seemed to close your eyes and take a nap.

“Hey.” A hand curling around your knee and fingers digging slightly into your leg jostled you awake. Taking a sharp, sudden inhale of the cologne scented air you jolted upright and blinked away the sleep in your eyes.

“W-what?” Looking around, you had made a significant distance on the road and it seemed you were past whatever was blocking you.

“You fell asleep on me, sweetheart.” Toji chuckled, letting his hand slide from your leg and back to the steering wheel. “And I kinda need your help to get you home.”

“Right, sorry.” Quickly clearing your throat, you pointed down the street. “Uhm, at that next light you can take a right.” With just a few more turns and straightaways, you successfully guided Toji to your home without falling asleep again.

“Hurry inside, don’t want you getting soaked.” Turning to you as he put the car in park, Toji flicked his chin toward your home.

“I will.” Smiling at his concern, you gathered your things and put a hand on the door handle. Taking one last whiff of his cologne, you nodded to him. “Thank you so much Toji, I’ll see you later.”

“See you.” Waving you off, Toji stayed until he saw you go into your house and close the door, only pulling away when he was sure you were settled inside.

That night you listened to the radio station Toji had on as you took a bath to wind down from the day, curling your own hand around your knee and imagining what it’d be like to take a bath with him instead of alone.

As you walked to work the next day, avoiding big puddles and dripping eaves, it was embarrassing to admit that Toji was still on your mind. A silly crush on the scarred man was blooming in your chest and making you more and more giddy with every step.

“Special delivery!” At midday, a delivery driver waltzed into the shop with a massive bouquet, all sorts of pinks and purples and reds filling your field of vision as they approached.

“I’m sorry, are you sure you have the right place?” The arrangement looked too extravagant to be something Toji would give you on a whim.

“Are you (Y/N)?” Showing you the postage, clear as day it had your name on it.

“Oh, yes that is me.” Signing for the flowers, you struggled to hold them in your arms. The petals tickled your cheeks as you smelled them, plush against your skin and soft to the touch.

Putting them in a vase, you made sure they were prominently displayed at the counter for all to see and every so often you would stop to look at them, letting a gentle sigh of happiness leave your lips.

Another bouquet came the next day as well, just as big and beautiful as the first, and attached to it was a note.

Hope you like the flowers, (Y/N). I got called away on a business trip, so I thought I’d give you something so you wouldn’t miss me too much while I’m away.

- Toji

Tucking the note into your apron as a few customers walked in, throughout the day you took it out to reread it and look at Toji’s messy handwriting scribbled onto whatever florist shop he’d bought the notecard from.

Everyday without fail, for nine days straight, there were flowers delivered to the shop. You weren’t always there to collect them but your neighbors certainly were, gawking openly at the multitude of flowers in vases now crowding the store and threatening to push out your actual inventory.

On the final day there was a note attached to the bouquet as well, this time a dozen red roses with the thorns snipped off.

I’m coming home today, keep the shop open for me? I promise I won’t be too late.

- Toji

This note was clearly typed out, it didn’t have the familiar scratchy lines and jagged edges that you’d memorized from Toji’s previous note. Glancing at the time and looking around the shop at all the vases, none of the happiness that getting them brought you could compare to the feeling threatening to burst your chest open at knowing you’d see Toji soon.

All day you kept an eye on the clock, working faster than you ever had before just to make sure you had no customers waiting in case he came in early. Sweeping and dusting a hundred times over, you’d practically mopped a hole in the floor as you counted the seconds down until you could lock up the shop.

Locking the door and sitting eagerly at the counter, you tried to make yourself look busy. There wasn’t anything you could possibly do, no papers needed to be straightened up and there certainly wasn’t anything to clean, so you waited what felt like ages for a knock on the door.

Walking around in circles in the backroom to try and stave off the anxious energy building inside you, you jumped nearly two feet in the air when there was a loud knock at the door. Wiping your sweaty palms on your apron, you took several deep breaths before rounding the corner and laying your eyes on Toji.

“H-hi.” Opening up the door in record time, there was a harsh heat burning your face as you let him in. You could barely meet him in the eye and instead looked at his bloody knuckles as he stepped past you. “What happened to your hands?”

“Don’t worry about it, I fell on the way here.” Taking out a handkerchief, Toji wiped the blood off his hands and as you took a look at him you noticed there weren't any traces of dirt or dust on his clothes.

“Come wash your hands at the sink.” Guiding him over by the sleeve to a sink at the corner of the shop, you got a whiff of the cologne you loved so much. Watching Toji wash his hands, you were aware how close you were standing to him, pressed snugly against the counter while he lathered.

“How’ve you been, doll?” Toji let a smirk stretch his lips and he glanced at you, his own cheeks getting a bit pink.

“Good.” Looking out at the shop and all the flowers he sent, you let out a little laugh. “Really good.”

“You liked the flowers?” Turning around, Toji leaned against the edge of the sink and chuckled at the sight before him. “Looking at it all now, I think I might have gone a little overboard.”

Your arms were pressed against each other, Toji’s clearly more muscular and much larger than your own. He didn’t have an overcoat on or even a suit like he usually did, he was dressed in a pair of loose pants and a very fitted black t-shirt, one that you had to keep yourself from ogling as it clung to his body.

“You know why I sent them, don’t you?” He asked, cutting through the silence and your daydream. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out why he was sending you so many flowers but you felt too nervous to say it aloud in case you were wrong, so you only nodded.

Fiddling with his damp fingers, Toji bit his lip and grabbed onto your hand with both of his. Engulfing your hand, he squeezed it and brought it up to his chest where you could just barely feel the rapid beat of his heart.

“So, if I asked you out on a date would you say yes?” Speaking with his lips pressed against your hand, Toji peeked at you from the corner of his eye. You stood there, locked in a staring match as both of you refused to even breathe too loudly and break the tension.

“Yes, I would.” You finally spoke, nodding your head and trying to calm the shaking in your body. Breaking out into a full smile, Toji let your hands go and clutched at his chest.

“Geez, you had me fucking worried there for a moment!” Taking a few deep breaths along with shaky laughter, Toji shook his head and forced himself to calm down, square his shoulders and look at you properly. “(Y/N), will you go on a date with me tonight?”

“Yes.” Only able to meet his eye for a moment, you giggled bashfully and put a hand over your face in embarrassment. There was a moment of silence filled with only your giggles and Toji’s relieved sigh, and then he snapped his fingers and tugged on your sleeve.

“Alright, get your stuff and lock up, I’ll grab the car.” Fiddling with the keys in his pocket, Toji quirked a brow when you gave him a curious look. “What’s wrong?”

“I thought you walked? You said you fell on the way here...” Walking slowly to grab your things, you felt even more confused when Toji laughed.

“Yeah I fell and some idiot was lucky enough to catch my fist on the way down. Now let’s get going, there’s a ramen shop I wanna take you to.” Getting to the door, he leaned against the frame and waited for you to walk up before fully exiting the store.

“Toji, did you get in a fight?”

“A fight? What? No way!” Waving you off, Toji began to walk down the street to where he parked his car. “A fight implies that the other guy even stood a chance!”

“What?” You shouted back, surprised he could say something like that so casually.

“Don’t worry about it, honey, it’s all in the past.” Stopping and turning on a dime in the middle of the sidewalk, Toji gave you a grin. “(Y/N), I should get you flowers for our date, shouldn’t I?”

“I never thought I’d say this but no Toji, I don’t want flowers for our date.” Laughing at the absurdity of the question, you watched Toji pretend to think about what you said for a moment.

“Right, anyway, I’ll stop at a florist on the way.” Nodding to himself, Toji began to walk away again. “Another dozen roses sound good, maybe I’ll make ‘em pink this time.” Looking over his shoulder, Toji winked at you. “And maybe I’ll get a kiss too.”

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𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐤 - 𝐂.𝐒

⩥𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭!𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧 (𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳) 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⩥𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐀𝐔, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬

⩥𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐,𝟓𝐤

⩥𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨.

⩥𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐣𝐨𝐛, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 - 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐬𝐬-𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫-𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

⩥𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐯, 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ ───

Going up the stairs of the old building with high ceilings and cold brickwork walls, the nervous girl was trying to find her way to the tattoo studio, located in the old part of the city centre.

As soon as she saw a poster with the logo of the studio, her eyes lit up, from excitement, but also fear from how the process of getting her first tattoo will go.

Ringing the bell, which was on a doorframe, she nervously gulped and tilted her head to look down on her old Converses. The bell buzzing, signalizing someone opened the door through a system, she hesitantly opened the big, wooden door.

She was met with a hallway of the studio, white walls and wooden parquets topped up with stylish black pouffes. Cabinet with many exhibits such as vintage tattoo guns or diversity of piercings. Walls decorated with photos of tattoos made by the tattoo artist - such a delicate, detailed and minimalistic work.

She didn't know what to expect, as this was her first tattoo she was thinking of getting long ago, but it never really happened. As her friend praised a tattoo artist who did his tattoo, she decided to finally get one herself and book an appointment herself in the said tattoo artist's studio.

„I-Is anyone here? I have an appointment at 2pm. I’m Y/N Y/L/N,“

Soon her ears were met with the sounds of footsteps approaching her. Diverting her eyes from the cabinet, she was met with an extremely strong gaze of a young male.

Y/N couldn't get her eyes off the young male, but at the same time, she couldn't even lock eye contact with him, because he was definitely the most handsome man she has ever seen.

„Ah yeah yeah I know, we talked on the phone and I was actually working on the design you described when we talked. I'm Choi San, the tattoo artist running this place. Follow me, please.”

The young lady shook his hand and followed him to a smaller room in the back, where the whole process will happen.

„I disinfected the whole place already, so we can start right away if you are okay with the design. You said you wanted it to be daisy and lavender underboob tattoo.“

The tattoo artist was showing her the design in his notebook. Y/N was nodding her head in excitement.

„Wau, it's much more better than I've imagined it.“

„That's good to hear. Well, then let's get you to prepare. Umm, h-here's a cloth to use to cover up, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable by being exposed to me. I'll be as gentle as possible since I know getting this type of tattoo is an intimate matter. Sit down and get comfortable, I'll go get ink and some other stuff.“

What a caring man. Y/N pulled the thin shirt over her head and unclipped her lacy bra, her nipples hardening from the breeze of cold air in the room. Sitting down on the massive tattoo armchair, she pulled the cloth San gave her over her exposed upper half, to cover as much as possible.

Soon after San came back with a bottle of black ink, another cloth and a bottle of alcohol, his tattoo gun and stencil already prepared.

„I now need to prepare the area we will tattoo on, it might be a bit cool when we clean it, but when we’ll be transferring the stencil onto your skin, I need you to stay as still as possible.“

Y/N nodded and San poured a bit of alcohol carefully cleaning the area and preventively shaving it with a razor because any hair could cause problems. Cleaning the area again and making sure it’s smooth, he took a stick deodorant to moisten her skin and transfer the stencil. Rubbing a little ointment over the design, to help the needle slide along the skin more smoothly.

Y/N was admiring the purple-ish blue outline on her underboob, meanwhile, San was pouring ink into ink caps, placing needles and tubes in the machine.

„Okay, so first, I’m gonna do the outline, if it hurts or you need a break, just tell me, but try to stay still if possible.“

Y/N’s breath hitched, as San’s soft fingertips caressed her ribs and holding the base of her left breast to keep it up and out of the way, so he can concentrate on the work. San was maybe concentrating, but poor Y/N for sure wasn’t.

His gentle moves of the needle, outlining daisies, lavenders, leaves and haulms on the girl’s soft skin.

His soft caresses slowly turning her on, Y/N crossing her legs to get some friction, the hot young man, the pain and his caresses of her breast easily arousing her after being untouched and without any intercourse for a few months.

Trying hard not to cum under him untouched, she kept repeating in her head to keep professional. After around 30 minutes, San pierced the needle into her skin for the last time, putting down the tattoo gun and letting Y/N finally have her relief.

„So, wanna see your tattoo for the first time, I can bring you a mirror or take a picture of it if you want.“

„The mirror will be enough, thanks San- I mean Mr. Choi.“

San chuckled at how shy and frustrated she was, and honestly, he thought it was really cute, seeing how flustered she got because of him. He searched through a cabinet in which he kept his work stuff, looking for the mirror.

Taking the piece of glass with metal outlining and grip out and handing it over to Y/N. San turned around so she can observe her boobs in the mirrors, although he didn’t want to, he had to, because he didn’t want his client to feel uncomfortable with him.

„Okay so I need to clean it up now, apply a protective layer of ointment and wrap it with a bandage to prevent infection by bacteria.“

San sat down on his previous seat and leaned a little too close to Y/N to do after-tattoo care. His hands rubbing the ointment into Y/N’s skin, the mint scent of the ointment filling the room.

As San was doing the after-tattoo care, Y/N was subconsciously looking at San’s plump lips, this action not going unnoticed by San, lightly smirking at her bold move and leaning a bit closer to her.

Y/N’s breath quickening a bit, as he gained courage and closing the gap between his and her lips. His tongue slipping into her mouth, his body getting closer and closer to her. Y/N breaking the kiss and trying to catch breath, lustful eyes examining his figure.

Black sleeveless top showing off his muscular biceps covered in many small tattoos, droplets of sweat on his forehead and wetting his raven-like hair, making his sculpted face stand out more. San started to get nervous from her silence, a plethora of excuses and apologies already filling his mind.

„I’m- I know this was very unprofession-“

Y/N shushed him with yet another hungry kiss, her hands wrapping around his neck, straightening to get closer to him. The cloth that was supposed to cover her, slipping down, already forgotten as San’s hands caressed her bare upper body.

Pushing her back down on the tattoo armchair, getting on top of her, his legs on both sides of her waist. Groping her velvet breasts carefully, to not dispose the bandage covering her fresh tattoo.

His hand trailing down the soft skin of her tummy, his fingertips getting to contact with a zipper of her shorts, looking up at her to make sure she’s comfortable. Y/N nodded and bucked her hips up to help San take off her denim shorts.

Y/N now only in her basic, old panties with Hello Kitty motive, a puddle of wetness already visible, because who would have thought that she would fuck her tattoo artist. San chuckled as he saw that, thinking it was really cute, she got embarrassed by his smirk and tried to cover her reddened face.

„No covering up princess, I like it, it’s cute, no need to be shy about it.“

San pulled his top off, showing off his solid abs, astonishing Y/N as her hand instinctively went to touch it. San’s long fingers slipping into her panties as his plump lips attached to her jawline, sucking and nibbling on it, continuing to her neck, his actions creating a chain of purplish spots on the soft skin of Y/N’s neck.

His fingers spreading the wetness across her slit, slowly pushing in, to prep her, pulling in and out in a steady, yet delicate movement hitting her G-spot, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. Thumb flicking and circling her clit.

San enjoyed the effect he had on her, Y/N’s vulnerable state as she arched her back, head throwing back, mouth agape as soft whimpers and moans came out, only adding to San's confidence in his actions, leading Y/N closer and closer to her climax.

As her breath quickened, beads of sweat started to drip down her forehead and her legs started shaking, proud smile found its place on San’s face.

When he saw that Y/N got through her climax, his lips attached to hers again, Y/N’s hands groping San’s jeans and unzipping them, San skillfully stripping out of them. His bulge stretching his now uncomfortably tight boxers.

Pulling down his underwear, tossing it on the floor, his cock sprung free, hitting his abs, the tip already leaking of pre-cum.

„Get up princess.“

Y/N hesitantly got up, not knowing what to expect as their naked forms stood in the middle of San's tattoo studio. His hand on her left shoulder pushing her to the wall.

Back hitting the cold brick wall, sending shivers of chill throughout her whole body. Eyes daringly looking up into San's dark ones.

San was trying to control his urge to wrap his arm around her smaller neck as he pounded into her mercilessly, one hand resting on Y/N's collarbones and the second one on the curve of her waist.

„So pretty for me. Seeing your bare skin just sparks a flame of creativity in my head. Imagining all those designs I'll pierce into your skin and then fuck you afterwards... Ready princess?”

Y/N nodded and San connected their lips to distract her from the possible pain she might feel from his penetration.

Succeeding in setting a steady and sensual pace, his lips attacked her collarbones hungrily, hand wrapping around her neck to support her head, San inadvertently choking her, only adding to the pleasure Y/N felt.

The movement of San's hips never failing in brushing against her g-spot, making her moan out melodiously, San groaning out at her pretty sounds as he pulled out and turned Y/N around to thrust into her from behind.

His hand groping her ass, smacking it very softly, not to scare Y/N off, tugging at her hair, to have a better look at her reaction to his actions, enjoyment in her eyes.

„Oh, so you like some good spanking, good to know.”

Although Y/N couldn't see his face, she could sense and hear the smirk on his face from the tone of his voice.

Hand reaching down, to rub the sensitive bundle of nerves in between her legs, and help her reach her climax, spitting on his fingers to lubricate them.

His deep thrusts, hitting her g-spot, his fingers delicately changing the intensity of the rubs only adding to the pleasure she felt, all resulting in a knot forming in her lower belly. Her warm walls slowly starting to shake, around San's girth.

„I know you're gonna cum princess, let it out and milk me.”

And as soon as San finished the sentence a bunch of broken moans came out of Y/N's mouth opened agape, her walls now shaking intensively and uncontrollably around him, as well as her legs leading to San wrapping his arm around her waist to prevent her from falling.

His thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier, feeling himself twitch in her, San pulled out to finish by jerking off, since they didn’t use a condom, but his hand being stopped by Y/N, who got on her knees, ready to finish him herself. San honestly surprised by her actions.

Her hand wrapping around his girth, stroking him and softly squeezing and massaging his balls. Giving kitten licks to the tip with swollen lips from all the kissing. Kissing down his shaft, along the curve and pretty popping vein, she took his whole length into her mouth, letting out almost pornographic-like sounds.

Admiring how her head bobbed on his dick, San collected her hair and held them like a ponytail by instinct, taking over control of her moves. Y/N's hands resting on San’s thigh for a balance, nails scratching it.

San feeling himself getting closer and closer, the tip of his length getting increasingly sensitive, Y/N feeling it too and stimulating him less intensely, to edge him more, teasing him slightly, barely stimulating him and only giving occasional kitten licks to his sensitive tip.

After a while continuing her previous actions, increasing his pleasure and bringing him close to orgasm for the second time, his length twitching in her mouth and spilling his seed on her tongue a few droplets spilling out and dripping down her chin.

San kneeled down next to her, trying to overcome the sensitivity in his lower parts and heavy breathing from the intense and edged orgasm, facing Y/N he licked up her chin, collecting his cum from her chin and kissing her, spitting his cum and saliva into her mouth, the girl swallowing it under his touch.

Both of their bodies collapsing on the ground holding each other for a while and trying to compose themselves as they were complete messes.

As San got up he picked Y/N and seated her on her previous spot on the arm-chair, handing her the clothes that were a long time ago forgotten, trying to get dressed with wobbly arms.

„Should I help you?”

Asked her San with his sweet and caring voice, already in his jeans. Y/N nodded shily and observed as San approached her. She still couldn't believe what has just happened.

His hand taking Y/N's panties, lifting her legs to help him put them on along with her shorts.

„Ah I've probably forgotten to tell you, that you can't wear a bra because of the bandage on your tattoo, um I can handle you my sweatshirt to cover up if you want.”

„That would be nice of you, thanks.”

Soft smile adorning the girl's face, putting on her shirt herself as San went to look after his sweatshirt.

„Here, I hope you come back for another tattoo, and I'll make sure to cum on those tits next time when the tattoo's healed.”

A cocky smile on San's face as he bid goodbye to his new favourite customer Y/N.

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