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armpirate · 2 months

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Did I say I love you? || Jungkook

Bf experience

pairing: idol!JK x fem!reader

w.c.: 6k

Warnings: smut, fluff, breast play, female masturbation, male masturbation, public sex, unprotected sex (Minors DNI! Refrain from reading if you're not +18, and ignore if you don't like this type of content)

Aprox. time of reading: 26 minutes

Summary: Jungkook didn't prepare that trip with the idea of confessing his feelings, but his heart spoke up before he could control it.

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Boba ball: Put smthg comfy on today

Boba ball: I'll pick u up at twelve

You were quite used to the special weekend dates you two planned, it was the only thing that made you move throughout the week in a good mood, excited for Saturday ever since Monday kicked in.

Two months back, it was his way to adapt into your life when seeing you in the evenings, after you finished your shift, wasn't enough. Although most of those dates happened usually in either of your places, because even if you liked each other a lot, you knew the risks of going out in public. Maybe that was what pulled you back from actually accepting a date from him the first time he asked you out.

You knew him long before your eyes met at your company's year-end party. His aura was already powerful when you admired him through a screen, but it was completely different when he approached you first, with a nervous smile that you thought he'd never dedicate to you. You knew everything about him before you two went on a first date, but it felt like you were discovering those things for the first time as you heard them coming out of his mouth directly. You knew the superstar, and all the consequences that'd come with it. But you also knew that boy who made dumb jokes that you'd only find funny if they came from him, because his giggles had you smiling immediately after. And with that boy you were head over heels for, you completely ignored those consequences, and were ready to face them as soon as they came.

You frowned, confused when you saw his car parked in front of your building while he waited for you, with his lower back resting against the bonnet.

Jungkook smiled as soon as he saw you doing a little run to him, ready to wrap his arms around you as soon as you stood in front of him. Although you stopped yourself from doing, holding back from also linking your lips together in a small peck, followed by a new one, and a new one, until you moved your head back to look into his sparkly big eyes, when you realized you were out in the open.

"I see you're excited for today" he joked, standing straight in front of you.

"What did you prepare?" you questioned, tilting your head.

"Hmm" he pursed his lips, looking away from you, "Should I tell you or should I let you guess?".

"You won't tell me, right?" your eyes were squinted at him, knowing him for long enough to know that he probably would keep the suspense until he thought it was the proper time to reveal it.

You hopped inside the car after he opened the door for you, seeing him surround the bonnet before he joined you and gave you all those pecks he felt only safe giving you behind the tinted windows of his car.

As he drove, you tried to guess what the surprise could be, taking in consideration the fact that he was wearing comfortable baggy clothes -not that they weren't his usual style, but he also asked you to wear something similar-, and how he brought his car instead of his motorbike.

As time went by, and Jungkook kept driving on different roads you hadn't been in before, you turned to him.

"Are we going on a trip?" you asked excitedly.

"You're close" he nodded, tilting his head while he kept his eyes on the road.

That answer left you confused, trying to think what could be close to a trip, and that'd also require you to leave the city.

"We aren't going camping, are we?" you tried to take a guess, unable to hide the hope for a positive answer with your question.

His hand laid on your knee, squeezing it as he giggled to your reaction "That's exactly what we're doing".

Your legs shook on the spot, before you took off your seatbelt and kissed his cheek out of excitement. You remembered you had mentioned it a week back, while you were watching one of the episodes of the kdrama you started watching together. It wasn't something you gave a lot of importance to, just something you mentioned because it also appeared, and it reminded you of when you used to do it with friends back home. The fact that he took all that information, and turned it into a surprise made your heart squeeze in your chest.

After twenty minutes on the road, Jungkook turned his face at you, giving you a quick smile "Is it a good plan? Or maybe you'd have preferred to stay at home and get some rest?".

"Don't be silly" you squeezed his knee, trying to reassure him that you were the happiest by his idea. "This is the best plan you could've come up with".

Your words only made him smile wider, thinking the corners of his lips would leave his face at any point by how they kept stretching whenever he was around you. It was simple: you made it all better, and seeing you excited and happy only topped that full sensation on his chest that he was feeling in that moment.

He remembered the first time he saw you, and how it all clicked even before you two spoke to each other. He thought that floating sensation that people talked about was only real in movies, but then he met you. Jungkook was convinced that the moment you two made eye contact for the first time, his feet raised from the ground and made him fly exactly where you were.

It was a non-stop need since you exchanged the first words, never getting enough and extending that small talk, that was supposed to last a few minutes, to turn it into a conversation that would only end when he dropped you at home the morning after.

He didn't even think he had that many things to talk about with anyone.

"How's work been?" he asked first.

"Good. It has been a calm week, surprisingly" you scoffed, turning to him. "What about you? How was it like to go back to the routine?".

When you two met each other, Jungkook was enjoying his last few weeks of that improvised break. He had all the time he could think of, and he invested most of it in you as soon as he met you. Calls, texts, quick visits to your company, late night sneaks to take some fresh air, or chill evenings cuddling on the couch... that was what you were introduced to after you started seeing each other after only a few weeks. And right when you were close to growing a deeper connection, he was sent back to reality -almost having him regretting getting back to work.

It still worked out.

You didn't see each other as much, but it was still enough to remind you both of how bad you actually wanted to be next to the other. Even then, your minds were still linked, to the point where the smallest thing would be a reminder of your relationship, or the things the other liked or disliked, the places you could go to together, or the things you could try to eat when you saw each other in the weekend or in those secret and short night outs in the middle of the week.

Jungkook settled everything when you arrived at the place, all while you stayed to the side while waiting for him to need your help. But he'd only turn to you every two minutes to dedicate a gentle smile to you while his nose scrunched, before he turned back to the half assembled tent.

"Are you hungry?" he turned to you with a sided smile, clapping his hands when it all was already settled.

Your stomach squeezed at the mention of food. Even if you two stopped at the resting area to get something for lunch on your way to the beach, your body was already craving for something more than some snacks.

It only took him one tiny move of your head to start walking back to his car and open the truck to get a few bags out. As you looked inside, you could see some meat packages, but also some recipients that you were sure had food inside.

You sighed, aware of all the work it took him to prepare all that for you "You should've told me, I would've prepared or bought something".

Jungkook smiled at you fondly, poking his hands inside his baggy pants. He obviously had the money to buy all the food you wanted in the world, yet there you were again: making it seem like he wasn't and he'd probably go bankrupt after buying a packet of pork belly. Maybe that was what he liked the most about you. It was always with small gestures like the one you just had, with the way you never, in those two months you had been seeing each other, made him feel out of place. You gave him a safe corner, where he was allowed to be himself, to be seen as much more than just the idol.

"If I had told you, there would have been no surprise".

You puckered your lips while smiling, thinking that he definitely had a point with that, but still feeling a bit guilty.

"Don't look at me that way" he chuckled. "I'll let you cook if you want".

"Okay. Deal".

Your upset expression quickly turned into a playful smile as you reached for the camping gas box he had brought along with the bags. Although it'd quickly disappear in a frown when you tried to understand how to get that thing to work.

You looked up to him with a naughty smile, pointing to the pan "Can you do one last thing for me?".

"Five thousand wons" Jungkook answered with a serious expression, offering his hand to you. Your smile dropped at that, feeling your eyebrows slowly turning into a straight line while you looked at him "Or, a kiss".

"Okay" you giggle, motioning him to get that thing started.

It probably was more simple than what you thought if you had only paid attention to it, but your focus was on the way the tip of his tongue peeked through his lips and moved his piercing to care about how Jungkook got that thing to work.

"Done" he sighed, catching you red handed staring at him. "What will you do if it stops working?".

"I'll ask you to turn it on again" you shrugged.

Snorting before he giggled, he bent over you to go for that peck he earned, aiming to go for a second one before you moved your head back.

He was so good at distracting you. And he knew.

As you fought to open the meat package, he saw some of your hair locks falling over your face, turning into something that could bother you to cook -at least until he took his beanie off, putting it on you so your hair wouldn't be getting in your eyes and face.

While you cooked, you could feel Jungkook's eyes on you. It was nothing new from him, but they had a special spark that day. You could feel there was something different in the way he looked at you, but you couldn't quite tell what. You just knew it made you nervous, ending up feeding him every few pieces that were cooked to try to divert his attention from you. But it only had you giggling at him while he chewed on the hot food, exhaling some air while he tried to cool it down in his mouth. And Jungkook wouldn't take long to do the same for you, taking his chopsticks before blowing on the piece so it would be at the right temperature when he offered it to you.

Just like you cooked, Jungkook offered to clean all of the things that were used, singing random verses with his honeyed voice while you just stared at him the same way he looked at you before, unable to believe everything was indeed real, and that special human being allowed you to take a spot in his most genuine and intimate side, which wasn't too far from what Jungkook kept thinking about whenever his eyes laid on you. You fitted together perfectly like puzzle pieces, and you made him feel complete, aware of how there was something missing when he thought he had everything he needed.

Right when you thought he'd sit still and finally join you to enjoy the chilly weather and the beautiful sight, you saw him walking back to his car with the bags, and returning to you with a small bottle and something that seemed like a tiny canva.

Of course his creativity wouldn't relax, not even in that short getaway.

"What's this for?" you took the canva from his hand.

"I'll explain it to you there. Let's go".

Jungkook held your hand tight as you walked into the beach, leaving behind the grassy space you had settled your camping on. You'd have expected anything, but not that he actually wanted to create a memory out of that weekend with you.

It was special, meaningful... and it also meant that he probably saw your relationship as something that could be long-term even if you had been only two months into your relationship.

"Let's put some glue on your hand" he started, holding your wrist to keep your hand stable as he traced a line on each one of your fingers and some circles to mark your palm, "and stick it on the canvas".

"You saw this on TikTok, didn't you?" you teased him, with Jungkook answering shortly with a proud nod.

You knew because you had also seen that video of a couple doing exactly what you were doing.

"It reminded me of you" he confessed with a soft tone. "That's why I picked this place".

You smiled as you followed his guidance, pressing your hand to later help him pour some sand over it. When it was his turn, you tried to make sure you poured the white glue the same way he did, marking the main lines of his big hand before he placed it next to yours.

Jungkook lifted it up with his clean hand once it was done, showing it to you proudly. That was it, apart from all the videos and pictures, that was your first memory together.

Sitting next to each other, you two looked up at the starry sky, while covered with a warm blanket Jungkook just happened to have in his car -and that thankfully he carried with him. Your hands were sneaked under it, intertwining your fingers close, while his thumb traced some nonsensical lines that made your head feel at ease.

"Thank you for today" you whispered, only moving from looking at the stars in the sky to looking at the universe reflected in his eyes.

"Thank you for every day you've spent with me" he answered back, dedicating one of the sweetest smiles you had ever seen on him.

The burning sensation on your cheeks didn't take long to show up, forcing you to move your eyes away to look back at the sky as you fought to control the wide smile that was attempting to appear across your face.

"Hmm, what wish would you make if you saw a shooting star?" you quickly tried to switch the topic.

At first, you thought it'd be a way to change his focus from you to get it back on the sky over you, but it only made his gaze feel heavier on you.

What wish could he make?

He already had everything he wanted and needed, but he still tried to find the answer to your question, going through all the aspects in his life, covering up every corner, and all of a sudden every wish had something related to you. Jungkook didn't want that to end, that was his wish. He wanted to be with you, and he felt the sudden need to know you also felt the same way.

His heart pumped against his chest harder when those thoughts started crossing his mind, trying to order them all in his head to find the best way to say them out loud and getting them to make sense so you could understand.

"That the girl I love says she loves me back".

When you first heard him, you thought that maybe your Korean failed at some point. Could be you misunderstood a word, could be you misplaced the sentence in your head as you translated it. But it didn't seem like it when you looked back at him, finding his doe eyes bigger than usual, filled with that spark you had seen a few times throughout that day.

"I love you" he pronounced each word with the softest voice, holding your hand a bit tighter as he said them. "I know it might be too early, and maybe I'm rushing it, but I really love you. I want to be with you, and have these dates for a long long time. But I also want to be there for you when you need me, and look after you when you feel weak, I...".

"I love you, too".

You couldn't contemplate a universe where you didn't tell Jungkook you wanted exactly everything he wanted. Getting to know him during that time, actually spending quality time with him as you witnessed each and every single one of his facets made all those feelings that you had for him intensify every time your lips touched.

Hell, even your body felt lighter when he only pronounced your name.

His lips felt soft in contrast with the rough metal of his two lip rings when you linked your lips together, sucking on his lower lip before you moved to suck on the top one.

You just wanted everything from him.

"Come here, babe" he whispered, breaking the kiss.

"That chair won't handle our weight" your giggle built a few centimeters of distance as your head moved back.

"It will. Come here" he assured you, letting go of your hand to move the blanket away on his side.

How were you supposed to ignore those big brown eyes when he asked for cuddles?

You held onto the warm cup filled with hot chocolate he made sure to prepare on the camping gas before you could get all cozy.

"Can you say it again this close?" Jungkook asked once you were covered by the blanket while sitting on his lap.

A scoff left your lips at his question, knowing by the look he was giving you that he wanted it to be the second of so many other times hearing those words coming from you.

"I love you" you whispered, kissing his cheek.

"That won't work" his head shook while his lips were pressed together in disappointment. "You can't say those words and kiss me on the cheek. Repeat that, please".

"I love your annoying ass" you repeated, kissing the corner of his lips.

"Wrong sentence, and wrong place again. I can do this all night" he assured you.

His sassy tone made you giggle, trapping your lower lip between your teeth before you spoke again: "I love you".

Jungkook moved his head first, capturing your lips before you could totally lean over to him. It started sweet and gentle, but both of your mouths opened a little wider with every move you made, knowing it probably would be only the beginning of a whole make out session that could last for hours if you wanted to.

Except for the chair underneath you.

You only felt your body losing stability, and a loud gasp announcing the soon landing on the ground before you were actually aware of what happened.

Your cackles could probably be heard from meters away once you both made sure the other was okay, except for the hot chocolate messing up your oversized sweater and staining a bit of Jungkook's hoodie -although it was barely noticeable through the black fabric.

He got up first to help you stand up, holding your hands tight to make sure you wouldn't trip in the process.

"Look at your clothes" his concerned face made you giggle, thinking that he was more worried about it than you. "Change it and wear this".

Your mouth went dry when he took his hoodie off by pulling the neck up, making the white t-shirt he was wearing underneath rise with the fabric and expose his well-marked abs. You could feel your hormones start boiling up with that slight exposure of skin, feeling like you were back in your teenage years when the smallest thing was instantly connected to sex.

It was his power though.

Ever since you started dating, and even if you two tried to assure a normal date, the desire and hunger you felt for each other was always bigger than your willpower. Neither of you ever got enough of it. And that night would be no exemption.

"Babe, what are you thinking about?" he scoffed, looking at your blank expression as you held his hoodie tight in your hands.

But he already knew what was going on through your head. He could easily recognize the way your eyes darkened with some thoughts, and how you instinctively bit your lower lip to suppress them.

"Nothing" you shook your head, trying to get back to reality.

But it was too late to escape your ideas, because Jungkook already had a glimpse of them.

"Let me help you take off your sweater" his eyebrow raised with pettiness, stepping closer to you.

He blew into his hands, rubbing them together to warm them up before he started lifting your sweater slowly, making your body squirm lightly when the reverse of his fingers touched your stomach for the first time. The smirk told you everything you needed to know in that moment: he was going to help you give in to those filthy thoughts that flashed through your mind at the speed of light.

His nose rubbed against yours softly, almost getting your lips to touch as his hand moved dangerously close to your bra.

And you were already lost in him and his touch. With your boyfriend not having to do much more than just move his finger through your torso to have your knees almost shaking, eager for the kiss that would get you to lose your balance.

Before Jungkook could kiss you to let all his intentions be known, you moved your head back while a palm stopped him by his chest.

"Someone could see us" you giggled nervously.

"There's no one around. No one will see us. Don't worry" he assured you with a honeyed tone, rubbing right below the arch of your bra.

You both had tried to be careful with your relationship since the beginning. Barely going out -or showing no affection in public when you did, acting like strangers-, unable to act like a normal couple because the weight of his image was always heavier than your relationship. That, now that you were alone in the middle of nowhere, just lighted up by the fire he started, had you paranoid of someone popping up out of nowhere.

Jungkook was relaxed about it though.

Two of his fingers hooked on your chin, linking your lips together on a sweet kiss that would wash all those worries away, knowing a little bit too well how to get you to focus on him only.

Not even his smile kept you from moving along when your arms wrapped around his shoulders, sinking your fingers in the strand of his short locks as you tried to deepen the kiss. You could feel his mouth opening a bit wider when the tip of your tongue played with his lip rings, asking permission to get through. A gasp was shut down and drank by him when the hand on your torso moved down it until it reached your ass, squeezing one of your cheeks to pull you closer to his body and allowing you to feel the way his bulge started to grow against your lower belly. His hand moved a bit lower, digging in the link between your legs to steal a moan from you, when his fingers teased your pussy over your sweatpants.

You broke the kiss first, pulling from his lower lip, sucking on it, until it freed from your grip with a loud pop sound. Your open-mouthed kisses through his throat and neck, giving attention to every single mole in it, were also in sync with your silky and cold fingertips digging down his t-shirt, hearing Jungkook's groan above you by the contrast with his warm skin. You could feel the way his muscles contracted as you traced down your fingers over them, pulling playfully by the earrings on his left ear to get him to squirm and giggle because of it.

Your clit throbbed when his fingers digged over your clothed pussy "You aren't naked yet, and I can already tell how wet you are" his raspy voice teased you, while his fingers traced circles over your entrance.

"I haven't touched you directly, and I can tell how happy you're to see me by just doing this" you grinded your pelvis against his, feeling how hard and big he already was. "You're in no position to tease me about that".

"Get inside the tent".

You obeyed, taking your shoes off before you crawled inside the tent he settled earlier that afternoon. Before Jungkook could join you and tell you to get naked, most of your clothes were already gone, only having your underwear left. And when he joined you, he was also dressed with only his boxers, kicking his pants inside the text to crawl inside and close the zip.

It didn't take him long to kiss you again, with hunger and neediness, that you easily recognized because it was the way he kissed you whenever you were in that situation, moving his lips dominantly over yours while his tongue fought against yours.

The straps on your shoulders felt loose when he moved his hand through your back, moving the fabric away until it was blocked by your elbows on the flood, although it was just enough to expose your tits.

His tongue moved around your stiff button, almost as if he was preparing you for the moment he moved his flat tongue over it, sending an instant electricity through your spine. While one hand held your back, covering most of it, to keep you arched, his other hand reached to your mouth, moving his thumb in between your lips for you to suck it. He felt every rugosity as it got harder against his muscle, with his dick twitching in his boxers by the way you sucked on his finger.

"You're so beautiful, love" he admitted with a raspy voice, giving a peck in the middle of your breasts. "And you taste so good, too...".

Those last words were almost muffled with his lips enclosing around your nipple, moving his thumb away from your mouth so he could move it around the other one, just like he would have with his tongue, just to later pinch it at the same time his teeth bit on the other to get a loud gasp from you.

Suddenly the straps of your bra were a bother, keeping you stranded from touching him until you took it off completely. Your fingers sank in his hair again, making sure he wouldn't move away from that spot, while your other hand moved back his wide back with a soft caress that almost made him go insane.

Jungkook was too focused on the way you tasted, on the sounds you made, and the way your body squirmed under his, to notice the moment your hand moved to the front and digged in his boxers until your fingers wrapped around him.

The chilly air made you hum when he moved your panties aside, sliding two fingers through your slit until he found your entrance. He slid them into you slowly, until they were knuckles deep into your pussy. The steady in an out pace made your heart a little bit faster, and your mind clouded a little bit more, driving you crazy when he added a thumb on your clit, to tease you back by the way your fingers wrapped a little bit tighter around him whenever they reached his tip.

His fingers curled inside of you, tempting a spot that almost turned your spine into hot tar as he moved them up and down against that sensitive spongy spot, with your legs trembling the longer he went on it.

"Kook..." you tried to warn him.

"I know, babe. Cum on my fingers".

He said those words while his chin rested on your chest, admiring your face as he helped you be teared apart. Jungkook loved seeing how those lovely and innocent eyes went all lustful and dark when he did those things to you. He loved knowing he was the only one who could see you that way.

Your fingertips digged on his scalp, and your fingers set him free as your wrist twisted with the pleasure that ran over you, and took control over your body, when Jungkook awarded you with an orgasm.

You took a few seconds to get back at yourself, looking down at him with hooded eyes and a pleased smile, before you pulled him again for a kiss.

Your bodies moved almost at the same time, reading through each other as you sat on your knees to get rid of the remaining pieces of clothing to be fully naked.

Jungkook dragged you with him, sitting with his legs crossed, while his hands guided you to wrap yours around his body.

"Wait, the condom..." you reminded him, breaking the kiss.

"Fuck, I didn't bring any" he whined, throwing his head back.

"I didn't either" you puckered your lips, holding onto his shoulders. "It's alright" you shrugged, moving your hands up to his neck ", I'm on the pill".

"Alright" he purred, giving small kisses that never fully ended up with him sucking your lower lip.

One of his hands never left your body, always making sure you knew he was there for you, while the other lined himself up to your entrance.

You both moaned in sync when you helped him, lowering your hips slowly to take him in inch by inch, feeling him stretch you out and getting used to him while your walls wrapped around him perfectly.

One hand was supported on his thigh, while the other found some support around his shoulder and neck, finding the perfect stability to start moving the best you could in that position. He dedicated you one sweet smile before you felt attracted to his lips, feeling the need to kiss him even if it'd be interrupted every few seconds by your gasps and moans, or your sudden need to get more air.

"Are you comfortable like this?" he tried to make sure, rubbing his palm on your flexed thigh.

"Uh-hum" you nodded, too concentrated on the way his cock felt every time you dug it back in after lowering your hips.

"You're such a goddess" he caressed your cheek.

Jungkook was the type to do dirty talk whenever you had sex. He loved the blush on your cheeks, or your fucked out face whenever he said something that'd have you slapping his face in any other context. But he also loved showering you with love and praises when the mood asked for it. And that night he only wanted to worship your body, stare at you as you took him in and admire the way your lips parted whenever his tip rubbed over the right spot every few thrusts.

When you opened your eyes, you found him staring at you with that particular look he had given you many times before, making you smile almost instantly. You wrapped your arms around him, gluing your torsos together as you worked on him.

"I love you" he whispered against your lips, moving your locks away from your face. "I'm so in love with you" he repeated, almost as if he indeed wanted to leave it clear for you.

Your answer was interrupted by a sudden moan, before you tried to speak again "I love you, too" you let him know with a high-pitched voice, resting your forehead on his.

Your fingers dented on each other's skin, tried to get ready for the new wave of pleasure as your pulse started racing up and your breaths got heavier and more difficult with every move. There was desperation in his eyes as you looked into them, knowing your eyes were probably reflecting the right same thing with every move you made. His needy short moans almost made you lose yourself, delighting yourself with those sounds and knowing that was one of the few things you'd want to keep hearing for the rest of your life.

Both of your moans turned messier and cracked, while your fast and determined moves turned into arrhythmic and sloppy as all the hairs in your body raised with the new orgasm. And even though you could feel his cock twitching inside of you, spilling his seed, Jungkook held you close and tight, caressing you through the last few and slower moves until you stayed completely still on top of him.

The only things that could be heard in the tent were your shaky breaths, and the fabric of the bed beneath you wrinkling as Jungkook adopted a more relaxed position for his legs.

"Did I already say that I love you?" Jungkook inquired, looking up at you.

You didn't answer with words, but you did answer with a happy giggle and an intimate peck that quickly evolved into a deeper kiss.

The next afternoon, after eating lunch early on the beach, he drove you back home. Jungkook's hand rested on your thigh, while the other kept the wheel controlled, dedicating you a few looks every few minutes just to get to see you smile again.

"Are you sure you don't want to spend the night?" you asked, after Jungkook parked his car in front of your building.

"I'd love to" he assured you. "But I have a schedule tomorrow, and I don't want to wake you up earlier than needed. I'll send you a text when you wake up".

He always did.

Jungkook learned your habits the more time he spent with you. So even if he woke up earlier and you weren't together, his good morning message always showed up on your screen at the same time your alarm blasted to interrupt your sleep.

"Don't stay up too late" you asked him.

Although Jungkook gave you an accusing look, reminding you you were always the reason he stayed up later than what he planned first.

"I won't answer your tests after nine. This time I mean it" the threat you just threw at him was probably the biggest lie you had ever told him.

"You will, unless you want me to show up here five minutes later".

And he'd certainly be able to.

"You're so annoying" you scoffed, shaking your head.

"But you love me anyway".

Jungkook had been dying to say that sentence and for it to be true for a long few weeks already. And the fact that he was already able to say it with certainty that it was true made him proud, and you could tell by the way his voice sounded cheerful as he said it.

"I do. That's why I'm telling you to rest well" you repeated.

"I'll try my best" Jungkook assured you.

"Send me a text when you get home" you softly said, leaning over to kiss him.

"I will" Jungkook always did, but you liked reminding him.

After giving him one last peck, you got out of the car and walked to your house. Not without turning to him a few times to wave goodbye at him and manage to see his smile one last time before you close the door to your building behind you.

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poeticandors · 2 years

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Morning Touches

Steve Harrington x F!Reader

Part 2 of the TOUCH series

Summary: After the events that occurred the previous night, you wonder just how things may have shifted between you and Steve. Turns out, things only go from there in a way you might not have expected.

WARNINGS: 18+ Content (Minors DNI), sexual language, sexual content, mutual masturbation, fingering, curse words, mentions of alcohol

A/N: Thank you all SO MUCH for all the wonderful, positive reactions to this series. You guys are amazing and I only hope that you enjoy the future parts to this story. Song is Take Me Home Tonight by Eddie Money.

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Part 1

Work was a drag. Nothing new. You were bored out of your mind all day, considering you weren’t scheduled to work with either Robin or Steve today, leaving you stuck with Keith the entire time. It also didn’t help that it was a slow morning, there were barely any customers until the late afternoon but you didn’t mind. Having all the time to shelve the videos, check on late returns, and rewind the tapes really should’ve kept your mind off of other things.

It didn’t.

Rather than stay completely focused on your tasks, your mind strayed to the events from the previous night. No matter how many times you tried to push it out of your mind, you would go right back to thinking about it.

You thought of the way you were pressed back against Steve’s broad chest while watching the lewd film. The sound of his voice echoed in your ears as he whispered those small encouragements to you, urging you to keep making yourself feel good. You could still feel the way his big hands felt as one covered your own while the other squeezed and pinched at your breast, and the brush of his lips against your cheek as he whispered against you or the way they glided against your neck as he kissed you there. The way he held you while doing all those things as you rode through your orgasm played on a constant loop in your mind.

A slight shiver travels down your back, and you shake your head as you walk to the back shelf with a stack of videos, ready to place them in their respective places. Just as you go to place one on the shelf, a hand grabs your shoulder, causing you to drop them all to the floor.

“Shit, my fault.”

You glance up, seeing Steve giving you an apologetic look. While Steve often visited you on days you were working while he was off, you honestly didn’t expect to see him here today especially after last night. Clearing your throat, you kneel down to gather up the videos.

“Here, let me help you.”

Steve moves next to you, reaching for a few of the tapes as you stack them up. You mutter a small ‘thanks’, and stand up as you go to stack them again. Steve stands as well, leaning against the shelf as he watches you closely.

“Jeez, it’s dead in here for a Friday,” Steve comments, looking around the shop.

“Oh, yeah. Keith has been working at the counter all day dealing with all the customers,” you scoff, shaking your head. “All ten of them.”

“Leaving you stuck to do the rest of the work, hm? Sounds like Keith.”

“It’s fine. Keeps me busy.”

You place the last tape on the shelf, dusting your hands off on your pants. “So, what are you doing here, Steve?”

“Came to see you, of course. Like always.” The comment makes you smile a bit.“Me? I feel special.”

“You should. What are your plans for tonight?” He asks, watching you shrug your shoulders.

“Same as yesterday, I guess.”

“Oh?” He raises a brow, a glint in his eye as he smirks. It takes you a moment to realize what the smirk is actually referring to, and your eyes widen.

“I- no, I didn’t mean… minus that… part,” you stammer, your pulse racing erratically. “I only meant–”

“I’m kidding, babe. No need to freak out,” he chuckles, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he follows you to the other side of the store. “Anyways, I’m asking because you and I are going to go to a party.”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“Atta girl, you’re catching on,” he grins, lightly nudging your arm with his. “Also, do you think you can drive? I plan on having a good time tonight.”

“Since I really don’t have a choice, yeah. That’s fine. How’s… seven?”

“Perfect,” he walks past to the other side of you, not once breaking eye contact, and leans close to you. The closeness of his face causes your breath to hitch slightly, and he smiles. “See ya later, babe.”

Steve soon leaves, and you watch his back as he strolls out the front of the store. You shake your head, before moving back to the counter.

As you finish up, you think about the way Steve acted when he talked to you. Besides the little jab at you, which wasn’t even truly one, he didn’t bring up what happened last night. Part of you was grateful he didn’t, you don’t think you would have been able to handle the embarrassment. But… part of you wondered if maybe he was thinking about it the way you were.

Did he think about the way you shook in his arms when you laid back against him, coming undone? Was he hearing the sounds of your moans constantly in his head? Did he relish in the feeling of your skin as he brushed his lips against you?

Sighing, you shake your head at the thoughts. Of course he wasn’t thinking about that night. In fact, you know he would never think about you in that way. Every other girl he came across, sure. But not you.

He probably never would, you guys were just friends.

After finishing up with your tasks and clocking out, you head to your car so you can drive home. You only had so much time to get ready before picking Steve up for the party, so you had to hurry. You were ready to have a good time, you normally did when you partied with Steve. The only thing you hoped for was that he wouldn’t go too crazy.

Knowing him, you should’ve seen it coming.

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“Holy shit- that party was fuckin’ intense,” Steve claps, leaning back in the passenger seat of your car as you drive the both of you back to his house. He bobs his head along to the music playing on the radio, his sunglasses on despite how dark it already is outside.

“Yeah, it was. Can’t believe you shotgunned that beer.” You actually could believe it.

“Like a fuckin’ pro, too,” he raises his hand for a high five as you laugh softly, obliging.

The song on the radio changes, and you hear “Take Me Home Tonight” start to play through the speakers. Steve fists pumps as he turns the volume up.

“Hell yeah! I love this fuckin’ song.”

Steve was a fun drunk, you discovered that the first ever party you went with him to. Sure, there were times he would go overboard and you would have to drag him out of the house with some help, but most of the time he knew when to stop. Tonight, you were lucky he only had enough to have a good time while not having to worry about him barfing in the morning.

“I can feel you breathe! I can feel your heart beat faster!” Steve taps along to the beat on the dashboard, turning to you. “Come on, baby, sing it with me!”

“Steve–”

“Take me home tonight! I don’t want to let you go ‘til you see the light! Take me home tonight– here comes your part, babe!”

“Steve, come on–”

“Just like Ronnie sang–”

He holds his hand out as if he is holding a microphone. Rolling your eyes, you lean forward and finish the lyric.

“Be my little baby!”

Steve lets out a loud whoot, and you can’t help but laugh. The song soon ends, just as you pull up to his house, all the lights on the inside shut off. You knew that Steve’s parents weren’t home, so you didn’t have to worry about sneaking around.

Steve strode to the front door, dropping his keys in a tipsy haze as he cursed to himself, before you bent down to grab the keys. He leaned against the wall as he watched you fumble while searching for his house key. When you finally unlocked the door, you both made your way inside.

“God, I am beat,” Steve stretches his arms, and you catch a glimpse of skin right under the hem of his shirt. He turns to face you as he takes his sunglasses off, tossing them on the little table in the hallway. “Are you staying the night?”

The question was silly. Of course you were staying the night. You’ve stayed over with Steve after plenty of drunken nights. It was mostly to keep your mind at ease, since he was typically alone at home most weekends. Steve would let you sleep in his bed while he took the floor, but since then the both of you would just share the bed without questioning it. You were just sleeping, after all. Nothing more.

“Yeah, I’ll stay.”

“Then let’s go to fuckin’ bed.”

You follow him up the stairs to his bedroom, and as you do he is already ridding himself of his shirt, tossing it on the floor in front of his closet before digging through his drawer for a pair of pajama pants. Steve liked to sleep with his shirt off so it wasn’t anything new to you, seeing his naked chest and toned arms.

Steve calls out your name just as he tosses some clothes at you, which you catch in time before they can hit your face. Throwing him a playful glare, you head into his bathroom to change into the clothes. It seemed silly, considering he did see and touch your bare chest last night, but you didn’t want to make things more awkward than they needed to be.

When you come back into the bedroom, you see that Steve has already discarded his jeans for a pair of gray pajama pants, and that he is sitting on the bed waiting for you. After setting your own clothes and shoes on top of his dresser, you make your way over to him as he gives you a tipsy smile.

“Thanks for driving me back. Don’t know what I would ever do without you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Get your ass to bed, Harrington,” you ruffle his hair playfully as he gently swats your hand away.

“Hair is off limits! You know that.”

Laughing, you watch as Steve scoots over to the furthest end of his bed before you settle as well. Pulling his blue blanket up to your chest, you lie back against one of his pillows, the scent of his shampoo lingering in it.

He groans out in relief, hugging his pillow close. “God damn, it feels good to be back in bed. Started to feel a bit busy.”

“Please tell me you’re not going to barf.”

“Nah, nothing like that,” he rolls to face you, checking you over. “Comfy?”

“Very,” you hum. Steve’s bed was bigger than yours, and the mattress was softer. You very much enjoyed sleeping in his bed compared to yours at home. “I might have to steal your mattress when you’re not expecting it.”

“You could just stay here every night. Then you won’t have to,” Steve states simply, with a shrug of his shoulders. There was something in his tone and the way he looked at you that you couldn’t quite recognize, but you shook it off. You were pretty positive it was just the alcohol talking.

“Sure. Night, Steve.”

“Night, sweetheart.”

After rolling over onto your side, you face away from Steve. You try not to think about how close he is, and how you can feel the warmth of his body just a few inches away from yours. Or how his scent was surrounding you from every direction at the moment. You definitely try not to think about how his chest would feel against the bare skin of your back rather than the shirt he wore last night while he helped you reach the highest peak of pleasure you’ve ever known.

Yeah, it took you a while until you finally drifted off to sleep.

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You’re not sure what actually caused you to wake up at that exact moment. Whether it was the light shining through the blinds or just automatically rising as you usually woke up around this time. Taking in your surroundings through a sleepy haze, it takes you a moment to remember that you were in Steve’s room; the ugly patterned wall paper being the first thing you see.

Movement next to you causes you to glance over your shoulder, and you see Steve lying next to you with his eyes still closed. For a split second, you thought that he was still sleeping, and you were about to just roll back over and go back to sleep as well. That was until you heard one of the most erotic sounds fill the room… a soft moan.

A moan, followed by the rhythmic sound of Steve pumping his dick with his hand.

Your breath hitches as you catch a glimpse of Steve’s hand moving at a steady pace underneath his blanket, and you quickly turn back over. Holy shit, holy shit… was this really happening? Was Steve really jerking off while you were in the bed right next to him? Did he forget that you were right next to him? Or did he know and just not care?

Or… was he jerking off because you were in bed next to him?

Stop that, you think. Of course that wasn’t the reason. There was probably a very good explanation for what was occurring. But, you weren’t about to find out. This was a complete invasion of boundaries. You would rather stay quiet and pretend you were still asleep until Steve was done. That was the smart thing to do, right?

Trying your best to stay very still, you shakily let out a breath and try to think about things other than what Steve was doing next to you. What would you have for breakfast? Should you maybe see if Keith needed you to work even though it was your day off? Or should you–

Your thoughts become interrupted as Steve lets out a soft groan, and you can’t help the shiver that flows throughout your body. Why was your body reacting this way? This wasn’t right, listening to your best friend jerking off while he thought you were asleep next to him.

You couldn’t help it.

The sounds emitting from Steve’s mouth were sinful. Each moan released went straight to your core, and you squeezed your thighs together in response. It wasn’t enough. No, you desperately needed to touch yourself, but you wouldn’t do so with Steve right there.

You already did once before, you argue with yourself. He was there the other night and he even helped you.

Flashes from the other night came to mind and you made the mistake of letting out a soft sigh. Horrified, you freeze and try to play off still being asleep, but hear the movements from Steve completely stop.

“Shit…”

He says your name once, his voice rough from waking up only moments ago, and you stay still. He says it a second time, and you close your eyes before slowly turning over. His cheeks look flushed, whether from the vigorous activity he was just doing or from embarrassment at the thought of possibly being caught doing said activity.

“...Morning,” you say awkwardly.

“Fuck, did I wake you?”

“I, uh… I mean… not technically? I did wake up earlier but… I’m not sure if it was from what I was hearing, or–”

Steve runs a hand down his face. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize you were in bed next to me until I…”

Until he heard you. He didn’t need to finish, you knew exactly what he was going to say. Rolling over onto your back, you stare at the ceiling, thinking until…

“Do you do that every morning?”

“Hm?” He looks over at you before you motion down to his covered dick. “Oh, uh… yeah. Most mornings.”

“I see,” you nod slightly, noticing the blush on his cheeks brighten a little more. You have never seen Steve this flustered before. It was kind of cute.

He clears his throat, turning his attention back to the ceiling as he brings an arm behind his head. “I didn’t mean to do that with you right here, babe. I- fuck–”

“Steve, it’s fine–”

“I promise you I didn’t remember you being in my bed. I didn’t even think–”

“Steve, relax. I don’t care.”

He sighs, turning to face you. “Are you sure? Because, like… I didn’t want to freak you out or anything.”

“I am sure, and I am not weirded out. It’s fine. Really.”

“...Okay, because–”

“I mean, you could even finish if you want to.”

Steve stares at you and a tense silence fills the room. For a moment, you wonder if you said the wrong thing. With each passing second, your anxiety begins to build and you think maybe you should just take back what you said and go home. Just as you go to speak, Steve beats you to it.

“Really? You don’t mind?”

It’s your turn to stare and pause for a moment. On one hand, you weren’t sure if this was a good idea. Sure, he watched you do the same thing the other night, but you didn’t know how this exact moment would change things between you both. On the other hand, you honestly wouldn’t mind if he pleasured himself right then and there. It was obvious that you both were very comfortable with one another.

Breathing out, you shake your head. “No. I… I don’t mind.”

“Cool,” he nods, bringing his arm down as he looks back up at the ceiling. “Cool, cool. Right.”

His arm slowly snakes under the blanket, and you watch with anticipation as it does so. But then it hits you: he might not want an audience.

“Um… I could go–”

“You can get yourself off too, if you want.”

When he turns to face you, all you can do is blink at first. Did he really say that or did you hear it wrong?

“...Huh?”

“You can… you know,” he motions along your body. “If you want to, I mean. You don’t have to. If you would rather leave, that’s fine too. I just want you to feel comfortable is all, babe.”

“Yeah… no, yeah. I understand, um…”

“I just know that you… well, you were squirming a lot. And… I heard you.”

You hold back a groan. So he did hear you. That right there should’ve been enough to make you want to leave from embarrassment alone. But you knew Steve wasn’t trying to make you feel that way at all. In fact, he just wanted you to have another chance to feel good.

With your lips pressed together, you look around until you’re back to facing Steve. The genuine look on his face tells you he is not trying to pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to. You of course already knew that, but actually seeing the sincerity in his eyes makes the choice easier.

“...Yeah, okay. I, um… I’ll stay.”

Steve gives you a small smile, before you both settle onto your backs, your arm brushing against his as you stare up at the ceiling. Safe to say, you were a little nervous. Despite Steve being there the first time you masturbated, this was different– this time he would be masturbating with you.

“...S-so, do we just…”

“Yeah, um… I guess you could just pretend I’m not here if you want? Or just– fuck it, touch yorself listening to me. Whatever you want.”

“Right, right.”

“You could take your clothes off, too. To get comfortable, I mean. Totally up to you, though.”

You pause, really thinking about whether you should or shouldn’t, when you decided fuck it, and began stripping out of the clothes you slept in underneath the blanket. After discarding them to the floor, you keep the blanket covering your chest as you look over at Steve. He watched you undress the entire time, you realized, but the only thing he did was give you a slight nod, before turning his head.

“Alright, then… have fun.”

Releasing a breath, you close your eyes as you slowly bring your hands underneath the blanket. It was so quiet in the room, you could practically hear your heartbeat. You could already feel the dampness between your legs as you shift, the obvious clue to how turned on you were earlier listening to Steve’s moans.

You roam your hands along your body as a means of relaxing yourself while also trying not to brush against Steve’s arm too much. One hand slowly makes its way down, and you push your legs apart to give yourself access to your wet pussy. A soft sigh escapes you, and you gather up your slick onto your fingers as you go back up, gradually circling around your clit.

The movement next to you lets you know that Steve has gone back to pumping his dick with his hand, and for a moment, you focus on the sounds of each of your hands doing sinful things to your bodies. You bring your other hand up to your breast, lightly squeezing and teasing your nipple as you brush your thumb along the bud.

There was no way this should be happening. You should not be lying next to your best friend naked underneath the blanket while the both of you jack off. There was no reason you should feel this turned on while listening to the way his breathing has changed because he is pleasuring himself.

But it was happening, and you were turned on. Very turned on.

Your fingers soon travel even lower, and you push one between your slick lips, just like the way Steve taught you to. It didn’t feel as uncomfortable as the first time, and was now even more pleasurable. Adding another finger, you feel the slow stretch of your cunt soon become enjoyable and move them at a steady pace. Brushing that spot each time you rocked your finger in and out of your glistening hole you sent lustful waves throughout your body.

How much time had passed? Had it only been a mere few minutes? Or had you both been there touching yourselves for a while? You weren’t sure. The only thing you were certain was that you were feeling so fucking good.

“Shit…”

Being so lost in your own euphoria, you almost forgot Steve was right next to you in his own sexual bliss. The speed of his hand pumping his hard cock increased slightly from what you could hear, and the sounds of his moans only added to your desire for eventual release.

Part of you wondered what was going on through his mind— what type of fantasies was he imagining? Was he playing out the scenes of a porno in his mind? Was he thinking about fucking someone else? Or was he thinking about you and how you were right next to him, unclothed and touching yourself?

You desperately wanted to look at Steve. You wanted to see his hand moving underneath the blanket. You could only imagine how he looked right now: cheeks flushed, his head thrown back against the pillow, and lips parted. But you weren’t sure if he would be okay with you watching him, so you kept to your own fantasy.

Moving your fingers back to your swollen clit, you begin to rub faster than you had when you initially started. That familiar hot pressure began slowly building up inside you, begging to be released, but you needed more. Touching yourself just wasn’t enough.

A thought occurred to you, and you mused at the idea that thinking about something even more sexual would help you. You try picturing the beginning of the porno movie from the other night in your mind, how you got a view of the girl’s breasts and pussy, and how she touched herself. It wasn’t enough. You try thinking about any one of your celebrity crushes, how they might feel against you, but it still wasn’t enough.

A guttural groan emits from the back of Steve’s throat, and you glance at him before stopping yourself. The sight of him was glorious. His hair was messy from sleep, and his eyes were still closed. His cheeks were pink, just as you thought they would be, and you could see how tense the muscles in his neck were as he tried biting back louder sounds. Even still, the sounds he was already making mixed with the pounding of his hand against his skin were driving you crazy.

Turning your head back and closing your eyes, you begin to imagine every possible scenario you could that involved Steve. You imagine that instead of your hands, it was his own pleasuring and touching your body. By listening to his soft moans, you imagine how much louder and filthier they would sound if his mouth was right next to your ear and if he was whispering sweet nothings instead.

I got you, baby.

God, you look so pretty like this.

Let me make you feel good.

Your mind went even further as to imagine Steve kissing every inch of you: your neck, your breasts, and even your mouth. You imagine Steve’s body over yours as he rocks his hard cock in and out of you, hard and fast.

This was what you needed. This was enough.

It was as if a tightly coiled rope snapped between the both of you, because before you knew it, not only were you finding your release, but Steve was as well. As your back arches up off the mattress, Steve’s hips buck up into his hand. Small whimpers and tight groans both fell from his mouth, while moans and whines broke past your lips– the both of you reaching your high.

Falling slack against the mattress, you let the ringing of your ears die down as you pant softly. Your arm relaxes next to you underneath the blanket, and you feel Steve bring his own down as well, his skin brushing against yours. Blinking your eyes open, your surroundings soon come to and you glance over at Steve, who you see still has his eyes closed, and a smile gracing his face.

“Wow…” He breathes out a small laugh, before he turns to look at you. His pupils were blown and god– you realized just how much you wanted to kiss his stupid face.

You keep from doing so, obviously, and find yourself pulling the blanket closer around you. Steve clears his throat, bringing one arm to rest under his head. That awkward silence returns, and you gnaw on the inside of your lip out of worry. What was he thinking about? Was he regretting what just happened?

“What are you thinking about in that pretty little head of yours?” Steve asks, breaking the silence.

“Me? Um… nothing. Just… that was–”

“Hot as hell?”

You scoff, shaking your head. It shouldn’t surprise you that Steve was still acting his normal self as if that didn’t just happen between you both. He turns onto his side, looking you over and you really wonder what is going through his mind at this moment.

“So, are you hungry?”

“Uh-”

Before you can respond, Steve is already turning away from you, tossing the blanket off of him as he reaches down over the edge of the bed, and grabs his pajama pants. You avoid him, giving him some sense of privacy before he stands up.

“I think I have eggs or some shit. I am fuckin’ starving.”

He truly was acting as if this was just any other regular morning. You didn’t know if you should be grateful about it or upset that he wouldn’t really talk more about what was happening between the two of you. The feeling settling in your chest was foreign to you, but you chose to push it deep down.

Keeping the blanket to your chest, you reach over and grab the clothes on the ground as you look up at him. Taking the hint, he quickly turns around and you begin to dress.

“So, do you want to stay for breakfast? Or… shit, I guess it would be brunch now.” He asks, placing his hands on his hips.

You were conflicted. Of course you did want to stay and spend more time with Steve. But, you also needed to think about the last few days and how, despite the lack of response from Steve, things were definitely changing between you both. Whether it was a good or bad change, and whether Steve would actually sit and talk about this, you needed to figure things out first. Time to yourself was probably the best choice so you could decide how to move forward.

“...Let’s do a raincheck on breakfast. I have to get home and do laundry, and clean the house. All that shit,” you stand up. Steve turns to face you and you wished he hadn’t, because all you wanted to do was run your hands through his messy hair and kiss those lips and– ugh. This was why you needed to leave.

“You sure? I can make pancakes, too.”

It almost sounded like he didn’t want you to leave. But if that were true, then he would be outright and say it. That was the type of person Steve was with you.

“I’m sure, Steve,” you force a small smile. “Plus, I’ll see you at work tomorrow. We’re scheduled together.”

“Right… yeah, right. Work.”

He smooths his hair back and nods, watching you gather your clothes from the night before and slip on your shoes. You meet his gaze, seeing a soft look in his eyes as he doesn’t pull away. Almost as if he is waiting for you to say or do something else.

“...Bye, Steve.”

“I’ll see you later, babe.”

Nodding your head, you walk past him, and make your way out of his house. You didn’t look back to see if he followed you or was watching out the window as you got into your car. Gripping the steering wheel, you let out a sigh. What was happening? What was this feeling in your chest? Why did you want Steve to beg you to stay or look at you in that way he did or kiss you?

Maybe it didn’t mean anything. Maybe it was only the lust talking. Steve was the one who encouraged you to explore yourself sexually without judgement. Were you just feeling something different because he has seen you in a completely different way?

That was it. It had to be. There was no other explanation as to why these feelings suddenly appeared. Maybe it was time to do more. To feel more, to go further than just self pleasure. Maybe… maybe all you needed to do was get laid.

Would Steve be willing to help you after doing so much with you already?

Finally starting your car, you begin to drive off, hoping that some time alone would give you some clarity about the situation.

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dangerous woman - m. sturniolo ( 002. )

black!fem reader x matt, alcohol, drug use, smut, enemies to lovers, unprotected piv

do not interact if you're a minor!

"baby, you just need to send for me."

imani is tipsy as she's dancing with her friends and best friend, swaying herself back and forth on them to look back at it by a boogie wit da hoodie.

"she ain't eva do this before, and she good at it!" she and her friends sing, as the girl moves her ass up and down with her hands on her knees.

the crowd around her is cheering her on — she's the center of attention as she's dancing, enticing the attention of those around her without a doubt.

but when imani comes up for a breath, she's met with electric blue eyes which belong to her brother's best friend — his gaze bore into her, and she could feel herself become hotter than she already was at the way he eyed her up and down.

imani was no fool — she knew matt was a player. sure she'd had her fair share of a good time, but it was like almost every other day he had a new girl lined up waiting to be dicked down by him.

she wasn't foolish, and she most definitely didn't want to get involved with her brother's best friend — but with the way matt was staring her down, she couldn't deny the adrenaline that pumped through her veins as she stared back him.

and he looked at her with those eyes. come on, imani. i know you want to.

she bit her lip as she noticed matt now making his way towards the girl — she quickly heads in a more secluded direction, most likely trying to find either an empty room.

matt is hot on her heels, not wasting any time as she's quick to enter a unoccupied room. almost immediately, matt closes the door behind himself and he turns to see imani standing there.

gosh, he wanted to ruin her.

"why did you...follow me in here?' imani breathes out, as matt takes a step closer to her.

he chuckles and shakes his head as he's right in front of her now — he smirks down at her, licking his lips in anticipation. "you and i both know why we're in here, imani."

and truth be told, she did know exactly that reason. so when matt put his hands on her waist gently and pulled her ever so close to him, she took a deep breath, inhaling his intoxicating yet inviting scent of cologne.

"be honest with me," matt whispers in her ear, his breath tickling her neck as his hands graze up and down her sides, "you've wanted this for so long, haven't you?"

imani's breath hitched as matt left a ghost of a kiss near under her ear, softly trailing down towards her neck. she's at a loss for words — but matt's not taking her silence for an answer. his eyes narrow at the girl slightly. "use your words, baby."

"yes but..." imani finally manages to say, looking up at him a slightly determined look on her face, "matt, you're a dick, bro. you're just gonna fuck me like your other girls."

"is that really what you think, imani?" matt asks her, and she looks down at his hands still on her waist — he grabs her chin with his ringer index finger and forces it upward to him. "then i guess i'll have to show you differently."

matt wastes no time as his lips finally come into contact with imani's — the girl kisses him back hungrily, her hands flying to his neck as he pulls her impossibly closer to himself.

"jump," matt mumbles into the kiss, and imani does as he asks.

he lifts her up and her legs clench around his waist as their tongues battled for dominance whilst he walked them both towards the bed, gently laying imani down on her back.

imani's lips never left his, in fact she pulled him down closer to her — matt let his hands roam over her body freely, relishing in her soft, coconut scented skin. his hands found themselves groping one of her breasts through her body suit, which caused imani to let out a whimper at the contact.

"fuck," imani breathes, their lips pulled apart momentarily, as imani looks up at matt, her gaze full of lust.

"let me take this off, yeah?" matt whispers against her skin, leaving kisses on her neck as his hand circles the beginning of where her body suit is.

"yeah," imani whimpers out, as matt sucks a sweet spot on her neck, as he revels in the taste of her neck, leaving his mark on her.

"hands up for me, baby."

imani obliged and held her hands up over head, as matt gently tugged her body suit down all the way until she was left in nothing but her matching lacy bra and panties set — matt almost salivated at the sight before him, this beautiful brownskin girl all on display just for him.

"are you gonna keep staring, or are you gonna show me differently?" imani says boldly, the hint of a smirk on her lips as she says the words.

matt lets out a low chuckle as he reattaches hips lips to imani's neck again, leaving yet another mark as his hand comes up to reach under her bra, pinching and kneading the flesh of her nipple.

"fuck, matt," imani whines out, her back arching slightly.

"that's the goal, sweetheart," he smirks down at her, causing her to give him a slight glare.

she's quickly holding onto matt for support again as he pulls her bra over her head, his eyes widening at her perfect, hard breasts which la before him — his shirts comes off of himself and imani can't help but bite her lip at the sight of the shirtless man on top of her.

without warning, matt attaches his lips onto her left nipple, sucking with a pop while his other goes to knead and pinch the right one, leaving imani a whimpering mess as she's struggling to contain herself.

"that feel good, baby?" matt rasps as he licks a circle on the left nipple, and imani bites her lip with a nod. once again not satisfied with her lack of verbal response, he sends a harsh suck to her right nipple, causing her to gasp and arch her back. "words, beautiful girl."

"y-yes matt, that feels so good," imani stutters out, her mouth slightly agape as he continues to pleasure her with his tongue and hands on her breast.

he feverishly brings his lips back up to imani's, and her hands fly to his neck as she pulls him closer, letting her tongue explore every inch of his mouth.

imani's hips buck upward to gain some sort of friction, causing a low groan to come from matt's lips as he grinds his hips down on the girl, hoping she can feel how hard he is.

"look how hard you made me, mani," matt groans out, grabbing her free hand and placing over his clothed erection, "you gonna let me take care of it?"

"fuck yes bro, just fuck me already," imani whimpers out, biting her lip as she gently palms him through his pants.

matt wastes no time pulling his pants and boxers down, revealing his already leaking pink tip, dripping with precum — imani salivated at the sight as matt quickly pulled her panties down and threw them to the side.

he spat on his hand and stroked his cock a few times, grunting as he aligned himself with imani's already dripping pussy — he teases her entrance by stroking it, causing her whine out as she looks up at him through her lashes.

"need you inside me already," imani whines out.

matt slowly pushes himself inside her, both of them letting out moans as imani grips matt's back, her manicured nails digging into the flesh of his soft skin.

"fuck, you're so tight baby," matt moans out, before pushing himself inside again.

matt begins to speed his pace up, stretching her walls out as he thrusts into her at a steady rhythm — never did she think she would end up in this position, letting her brother's best friend fuck her, but here she was.

"fuck matt, you feel so good inside me," imani moans, her nails clawing at his back as he's thrusting into her faster.

"you're so beautiful, such a fucked out mess under me like this," matt groans, pulling one of imani's hand's away from his back to intertwine it with his own.

he goes back down to leave sloppy kisses along her neck and on the corners of her mouth — the only sound that could be heard was the slapping of skin on skin, and the pleasurable noises that fell from the lips both matt and imani.

"fuck, i'm close, mani," matt moans out, repeatedly hitting her g-spot.

"me too matty, cum inside me," imani moans out, as her back is arched whilst he continues his fast thrusts.

matt's pace speeds up impossibly faster as they're both feeling the tight feelings of their orgasm approaching fast — with a loud, pornographic moan of his name, imani's orgasm hits her as she lets go with matt still inside her, her white juices coating his cock.

and just as imani's orgasm came so did matt's — he shot his loud out inside her, moaning her name as he continued thrusting into her helping them both to ride out their high.

matt pulled out of imani, collapsing down beside her as he breathes heavily — the reality of what they did finally hit him.

"you know, j's gonna pissed," matt chuckles, running a hand over his chin, "and he might kick my ass, too."

"jordan not finna know shit," imani immediately scolds the man beside her, her eyes narrowed at him, "don't go around telling people, either."

"that's not even something i would do," matt replies, his gaze now fixed on imani. "you believe that, right?"

imani doesn't know what to say — matt isn't always so vocal about his hookups, but when he is, he is. imani didn't want to fall victim to being the next girl he hooks up with and brags to his friends about.

she didn't even plan on sleeping with him, yet here she was anyway.

suddenly, matt's hand is reaching over to cup her jaw gently, forcing her to look over at him. "i showed you differently, right?"

"yeah," imani says, suddenly feeling shy with his blue eyes piercing into her. "so this stays between us."

"didn't plan on anybody knowing anything," matt grins, pressing a kiss to imani's lips, "let's get cleaned up and head back out?"

"hell yeah, i need to shake my ass again."

why am i actually giggling & kicking my feet at this like ??? idk bout y'all, but i lowk wanna make a pt. 3 to this, so lmk !💌

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elvis-elk · 4 months

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Don’t Cry Over Spilt Milk

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Fem!Reader

Hello hello, I’m not dead HAH. Guess what, I DID THE FIC. Might not be appealing to some, but I thought the idea was interesting. Deals with galactorrhea, which is just people inadvertently lactating. I’m still working on some other drafts, but college is slightly being in the way, but expect some new things soon!

Summary: You come home tired from a laboring day at work, and Elvis seems to cheer you up.

Word Count: 3K

Rating: E (Explicit) 18+ only!!!

Warnings: Soft fluff, slight breeding kink, fingering, milk kink, stripping, teasing, a little bit of self-stimulation.

Let’s dive in, shall we?

Driving home after a long day of work, you worked yourself past the gates, and into the driveway to reach your home, Graceland.

It was late, a little bit after 7, and you normally always come home this late. But right now, your back was killing you.

Making your way out of the car and into the pristine mansion, you were greeted with one of Elvis’s good hearted chef’s that urged you to eat some dinner. So after stashing your belongings away, you willingly obliged and ate dinner relatively quickly.

Thanking the kind cook, your legs dragged themselves up the stairs towards your shared bedroom with The King. Your Elvis Presley.

He’d always be the one to come home horribly late or in the early hours of the morning, with him doing recordings and interviews and such.

But whenever you were with him, the time spent together was precious.

Sitting down on the bed, too worn out to change clothes, you stared at yourself in the full length mirror that was opposite of the bed.

Your eyes stared at your chest. With the work clothes clinging to you, they looked engorged. As you notice this, your head finds its way into your hands.

The problem was, you were inadvertently lactating. It’s somewhat an anomaly, but still plausible for women who weren’t pregnant. And you were 100% sure, you were not. You grew up with this, your doctor advising you that it was no side effect to any medication or clothing you’d wear. It wouldn’t always happen though, but you noticed it would happen on long days of work.

So, the best advice she had, was to not let your breasts become too enlarged by milking them. And in all honesty, it did the trick. It would never hurt either, it just became a chore you had to deal with. Elvis didn’t know this though.

You hadn’t told him because you thought he’d get weirded out. So before you’d ever see him, you’d make sure to “milk” yourself to look presentable. Which is why you were always lucky to be home before him.

But, not this time.

You heard one of Elvis’s expensive cars pull up into the driveway with some others, him getting out and talking to them saying goodnight while they pulled off. He eventually made his way up the front of Graceland’s stairs.

Fuck.

You shuffled over to the window to see if your ears were deceiving you, but, they weren’t. You had zero time whatsoever to deal with your chest and you were scared.

Backing away from the window, your ears perked when you heard Elvis’s booming voice come up the stairs as he greeted the others working in the house. You could see his shadow through the bottom of the door, and he politely knocked, asking if he could come in.

Shoot, he knows you’re home.

Already being caught, and not wanting to upset the man you loved, you called to him saying he could come in. You rushed over to the dresser, grabbed a small towel, and quickly sat back on the bed. You slowly started to wiped off the makeup you wore using the same mirror you stared hopelessly at beforehand, making it seem like you’ve been there for a while.

Opening the door, Elvis waltzes into the room, guitar case in hand, wearing one of those beautiful bright colored suits of his.

“Evening sweetie,” he croons while going to put his guitar case to the side. From your view through the mirror, his face was slightly sweaty, eyes drooping, and his walk lazy. He looked so tired, and you felt so bad. You wanted to walk right up to him and give him as much comfort as you could, but even you were dealing with your own problems at the moment.

“Hey Elvis, welcome home love, ” your voice came out soft, so quiet. Exhaustion laced in your words. He noticed this and turned to look at your sitting figure. Even though he looked worn out, he still always managed to have some type of energy in him.

“Sweetie what’s got you all bothered, hmm?” he questioned, slowly making his way over to you.

You started to internally panic, trying to cover your chest in any way you could. Should’ve grabbed a blanket or coat or something, you thought. That would’ve made this much easier.

“What’s wrong sweetie?” he reaches you and sits down, the bed shifting due to his added weight on the edge.

You really, really hoped, he didn’t notice, but you still reply to him.

“N-nothing Elvis, just a, a tired day is all,” your voice cracked, making him slightly more worried. “You should worry about yourself right now love.”

“If they’re making you overwork again Lord have mercy-“ he started to shake his fist in the air, an attempt of showing his disdain for your workplace.

“Elvis it’s fine, I promise,” you drop your hand with the rag to the side, your other hand gently grabbing his fisted hand. This caused you to slightly turn your body towards him, and that’s when he discreetly got a good look at your chest. There’s no way he couldn’t not see.

Shit, you fucked up.

“There’s gotta be something on your mind,” he moves to sit behind you, crotch pressing against your bottom as he stares into the mirror looking at you.

“What do you mean, Mr. Presley?” you feigned innocence, crossing your arms over your chest. He had his hands behind him, leaning back slightly onto the bed as his groin pressed into you further.

“You just sound so tired sweetie,” he keeps his crotch pressed against you as he leans back up, your back coming into contact with his chest. Wrapping his arms around your waist, accentuating your breasts further. This man knows what he’s doing, you almost begin to sweat.

“Yeah Elvis, maybe it’s time for some rest,” you try and curve him off, but as you go to stand up, he softly pulls you back down.

“But sweetie, I never get to come home this early. I feel like I’ve been neglecting your needs,” he looks at you through the mirror again, honesty ringing clear in his voice. He clings to you tighter, his chin nestled in the crook of your neck so that he can still stare at you. His legs close in around the outside of your thighs.

Basically, you were trapped.

“Elvis, love, you’re too busy so it’s fine. I understand, it’s your job,” you grasp for one of his hands, slowly rubbing your thumb back and forth over his knuckles. His eyes follow your finger’s movements. He squeezes you even more.

“But my job’s also to take care of you~” he mutters into your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek and taking your hand in his own. Butterflies bloomed in your stomach, Elvis always making you feel like a little schoolgirl. You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes, the defensive barrier that you put around yourself faltering.

“And that also means I have to take care of these,” one of his hands moved to grab and squeeze one of your breasts. You whine out, back arching forward as it felt sore, yet so good.

“Elvissss,” you mewl, trying to push him away but your attempts failed. His hand never left, and to make it worse his other hand had grabbed your other lonely breast. Watching your reactions through the mirror, he decided to give your chest one firm squeeze, which shot your eyes open.

“You think I wouldn’t notice these? What’d you do hmm??” he breathed in between kisses on your neck, squishing your mounds even more.

You struggle within his grasp, the feeling pleasurable, yet you’ll know what’ll happen if he squeezes too hard.

“I, I-“ you couldn’t even talk straight, his touch felt intoxicating. You could feel everything, even through the thickness of your clothes. Your nipples started to feel hot.

“Tell me, you got anything done to yourself? Wanted to please me?” he asked, genuinely curious to hear your answer. His hands moved to work on getting your clothes off, his fingers working on the buttons of your coat.

“Wh-what, what do you mean?” you still tried to wave it off, but it just didn’t work. His hands slinked towards the bottom of your shirt, looking in the mirror your chest was pressed against the fabric. His fingers slowly hooked under the material and wiggled it off your figure.

Your chest was on full view for his hungry eyes. Your breasts pressed into the figure of your bra, swollen almost. Elvis’s pupils dilated, eyes widening at the sight. His hands trailed their way over and up your waist to cup both of your breasts.

“Elllviss, careful, this is my new bra,” you complain.

“And what do you mean by that now?” he stopped his kisses, and looked back into the mirror, giving your breasts an experimental hard squeeze.

Your hands gripped hard onto his thighs as, just as you’d expected it, you began to leak. One of your hands came up to cover your mouth, Elvis missing the warm touch of your palm. Milk had slowly started to seep into the fabric of the bra, a wet spot being evident. Elvis’s eyes light up for a second, before those crushing blue orbs were covered in lust.

One of his hands gently gripped the hand that covered your mouth.

“I’ll be asking you questions later lovely, but right now, let’s take care of you~”

His other hand left your chest, but you still couldn’t move since his thighs were still enclosed around you. You were wearing a skirt, so he pulled the edges up to reveal your panties. He slid the crotch to the side. The hand that still held yours pulled your hand down.

“Touch yourself sweetie, and watch the mirror while you do it,” he commanded. His hand still firmly gripped yours, not leaving just yet, urging you to do the deed.

His palm was now on the back of your hand, his fingers draping over your own. Middle and ring fingers pressing together, he pushes yours and his in at the same time past your dripping folds, causing you to arch your back away from his chest.

Four fingers.

All at once.

Your pussy ached, the feeling of something inside of you relieving. Your jaw went slack as soft moans started to escape from you, body slumping into Elvis’s.

“That’s right now there ya go, relax sweetie, fuuuck,” he whispered lovingly into your ear, his hips pressing into your ass.

His fingers were already more slender, yet thicker than your own, but now as he guided your own fingers inside of you, you thought it was an added bonus. His other hand retreated back to one of your breasts, molding against it to see if anything else would happen.

Opening your eyes, looking into the mirror, it was a sight. Elvis’s hand with yours inside of you, him leaning over and into your neck to press open mouthed kisses on the tender skin, his hand squeezing your breast nonstop.

All the attention was on you.

He wasn’t satisfied yet though, feeling his dick press against you through the suit’s pants, he was a bit far from done.

“Come this way, look at me sweetie,” he turns you so you’re looking at him. His fingers left yours, feeling empty. You decide to shimmy off your skirt, as Elvis wanted to take off your bra.

Before you could protest, he’s as fast as can be with the bras clasp on your back, the material falling onto the bed. Your tits were protruding out at him, milk slightly leaking. He begins to smirk, as he pulls you from the edge, and presses your back against the bed.

“Let’s see what you taste like here hmmm?” his head dips down, mouth latching into one of your nipples, sucking fiercely on it. You threw your head back, one hand clutching the sheets as the other continued circular motions on your clit.

His mouth ravished you, even slurping up the bits of milk the seeped out from you. Jesus Christ was this really happening? He moved between your breasts, leaving trails of saliva in between.

“It’s not fair,” you whined. He peeks his head up, wondering what you meant. You reached to lightly tug on his suit’s sleeve.

“Hmmm, alright then. But I get to take it off,” he muses, watching your reaction. There was hunger in your eyes, but could wait. You’d wait all night if it meant seeing his gorgeous figure.

He leans back onto his calves, his thighs slightly spreading as he did so. His calloused hands working on the small buttons that brought his jacket together. He kept his gaze on you, smirking, but your eyes were focused on his working hands. As well as the prominent bulge that shown through his pants. Slinking his jacket off, throwing it somewhere, he splays his hands over his chest.

“Just imagine,” his voice came out sultry, smooth like silk, his hands grip onto his pecs through the lace shirt he was wearing, the tent in his pants growing from his self-stimulation. “What my hands would look like all over that pretty little body of yours.”

You were anxious for his touch, but you were his good girl. His patient girl. You continued to finger yourself, but did zero grumbling.

His lace shirt was unbuttoned as it fell off of him. Chest exposed, his hands still stayed moving. Slowly making their way to the top of his pants, making sure you wait even longer.

The whole time you were watching him, but at this point you were so touch starved that you threw your head back in anguish.

“Did I say to stop looking sweetie?” Elvis’s hand grabs your chin and raises it up to meet his eyes, his stare piercing through you.

Shaking your head no, he lets go of you and goes back to his pants. Finally unbuttoning and peeling the fabric off, he was only in his boxers.

“Better?” he motions to himself, smirking as he did so. As you nod your head yes, he crawls back over to you.

“Take um off for me?”

Uhm, fuck yes.

Your fingers stopped their ministrations on yourself and rushed to the waistband. But not wanting to seem too desperate, you pulled them off slow, hoping to get a reaction out of him.

He started panting, watching your fingers just glide over his cock, not paying it any attention.

After taking it fully off of him, your hands reached for his face. He leans over your figure, bracing himself on his hands. He takes the fingers that were inside of you and sucks them, wiggling his tongue around to lick up your juices.

You start to giggle as it tickles, and he stops.

“C’mere,” he dips his head to your lips, making you taste yourself.

His hips move towards your core, his dick pressing into your thighs. Hands finding their way back to your chest, he goes back to groping and squeezing at them.

Your body felt hot. Unbearably so. You couldn’t stop moving and writhing underneath his body. He then unlatched from your lips to move to your breasts once again, but before he did, he lined his cock near your pussy.

He gazes at you, lust swirling around in his stare. Blinking, his head slightly tilts as he gives an earnest smile.

“My good girl~”

And at the same time, he slides into you and begins locking his lips on your nipples. His hips jutted back and forth, rocking your body against the sheets.

You lean your head back, it slightly falling off the side of the bed. Opening your eyes, you see the mirror.

Dear Lord.

From this angle, even with it being upside down in your vision, you could see Elvis tending to you. Caressing your chest, sucking and nipping on your nipples, tasting the milk that seeped from them. His hips moving up and down in the air, not showing any sign of stopping just yet.

He moaned against your tits, continuing to suck and squeeze some of the milk from you. At some point, his hands moved away to pull your body back onto the bed, pinning both of your wrists to the sheets, his mouth the only thing moving on you.

“That’s right sweetie,” he gasped between moans, seeing how you shut your eyes in bliss. “Tell me how good I fuck you, yeah?”

“So- aH! So, good mmmm,” every thrust he made into you stuttered your speech. He hit that sweet, deep spot inside of you every. single. time.

“Taste so good, making me act up,” he murmured against you, feasting on your breasts. “All hot and bothered~” You thought he’d be appalled, but, seeing him continue to love on you, he was the same Elvis you knew.

“Please, I-, mmm,” you were close already, feeling a little pathetic that you were unraveling at the seams.

“It’s alright sweet,” he bucks his hips into you more fervently, making sure you get your high. “Let yourself go~”

Your hands balled into fists, legs trembling, eyes screwed shut, gasps and moans erupting from you, your chest heaved against his hungry lips.

Your insides twisted, the coil that formed continuously growing, reaching the high you desperately chased after. Your cunt ached from how hard he was pushing into you, your tits felt so hot from all the attention they were getting from him.

“Elvissss!” you whined out, reaching your apex in mere seconds. Juices leaked from your pussy, coating his pelvis that still continued to move. Your legs fell limp against the bed, head falling back onto the sheets as he submerged his dick as far as he could into you, reaching his climax a while after.

His head lay resting on your chest, while you continued to stare at the ceiling trying to process what the fuck just happened.

“Nng, sorry sweetie, lemme get off ya,” he grunted out, voice tired, his arms moving to push himself away.

“..no,” your voice came out soft, hoarse. A hand gently moved to lightly grab at his bicep to stop him from leaving.

He looks back down at you, head tilted to the side as he gave you a lopsided grin. Milk dripped from his lips, but he didn’t care. His face falters as he notices something.

“Wh-what’s wrong?” you ask, frightened of what his answer could be.

He shifts his body to move his face closer to you, and so that he could bring both of his hands to your face.

“Sweetie you’re crying,” he says in disbelief, slightly chuckling as he wipes the tears away with his fingers. “What’re ya crying for?”

It hadn’t dawned upon you that your eyes had started to water, so you started to giggle as a way of trying to wave it off. He continued to wipe any more tears that had escaped.

“I was just, scared,” you smile up at him.

“Hey, don’t you be crying over no spilled milk now, y’hear?” he joked, fingers moving to squish your cheeks. “Ain’t nothin to be afraid of when I’m here.”

This boy was too charming and funny, dear Lord how did you bag him?

“I trust you,” letting your doubts be carried away, your arms wrap around his neck to bring him into a kiss, both of your lips moving in tandem.

He pulls away as he needed to breathe in some air, but not without inserting a quip.

“Taste good, don’t it?”

You start to laugh as his smirk widens, your hands gently swatting at him. “If I’m ever hungry again, I’ll just find my way over to you yeah?”

He cuddles up against your figure and presses kisses all over your face.

Yeah, you’d let him get another taste. Maybe you’d be able to taste him as well.

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melodygatesauthor · 1 year

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Preciously Plump - The One-shot

Santiago "Pope" Garcia X f!plussize!Reader

Requested by Anon

Takes place within the headcanon “Preciously Plump”. This is an expansion on that fic. - Reader is a little self conscious.

Summary: After a nice dinner date, you go back to Santi's place for the evening. He treats you to dessert.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, topics of feeling uncomfortable in own skin, plus coded reader, p in v creampie, reader is on bc, oral sex f receiving - Just a little addition, writing this fic hit a little close to home while writing it (particularly in the beginning) so if you're sensitive about self-conscious topics in fics please read at own risk.

Word Count: 1.5k

You’d invited Santiago back to your place after a few dates. He was sitting at the foot of your bed, legs spread while he looked at you. You had just come out of the bathroom where you’d gone to freshen up.

“Let me see you sweetheart.” He said softly, crossing his arms and watching you intently.

You gulped, feeling the anxiety creeping in. You knew that this moment would happen at some point, getting naked in front of Santi. He seemed to like how you looked, but it was always different in clothing versus being completely nude. What if he thought the cellulite around your legs was disgusting, or what about the fact that your tummy hung down a little too far for your liking?

“What’s wrong?” He dropped his arms at his sides and stood from the bed. He walked up to you and cupped your cheek in one hand and put his other hand against your hip, “cariño, I’m not going to pressure you to do anything you don’t want to do, but I promise, I’m more than excited to see what you’ve been keeping wrapped up in those pretty clothes you wear…if you feel like showing me.”

“What if you don’t like it?” You asked, looking away from his face.

He brought his hand to your chin and turned you to look him in the eye. He kissed you deeply, breathing heavily and grinding himself against you. You pulled him in close, entangling your fingers in his hair.

“Not a chance.” He reached his hand down and squeezed one of your ass cheeks roughly.

He latched his lips over your neck and started kissing his way down your chest, in between your breasts and then kneeling down in front of you. You looked down at him quizzically, not sure what his next move would be, but he lifted up your shirt and started kissing your tummy softly. He tugged at the waist of your pants and started to pull them down around your thighs.

“Santi…” You said breathlessly.

He looked up at you with those beautiful brown eyes you’d stared at over dinner. You didn’t stop him, and even helped him get them off by pulling your ankles through each leg as he took your pants off. He stood back up, bringing your face in for more tender kisses while walking you backward to the bed. The backs of your knees hit the mattress and you fell back. He was on his knees again at the foot of the bed when you looked up at him. His face was in line with your mound.

“Put your legs up on my shoulders.” He ordered, patting his right arm.

“But Sant, honestly, I’m not-”

“Come on, you’re not as heavy as you think you are, hermosa, I promise you that.” He winked, picking one of your legs up and putting it over his right shoulder.

You complied and put the other over his left, still feeling unsure if he was just being polite, or if he actually liked the way you looked. He ran his finger over your panties, brushing across your clit and soaking them through with your arousal. You whined, gripping the sheets on either side.

“Is that all for me cariño?” He gently tapped the space between your legs with his fingertips, making a wet slapping sound when he did.

“S-sorry, guess I’m just excited.”

“Good.” You heard him shuffling around in his pockets. “Don’t move.”

You obeyed, not sure what he was doing down there, but you felt something cold and metal. Then you heard a snapping tear followed by the cool air hit your soaking wet folds.

“Did you just…cut my underwear?” You asked, brow furrowed.

“I’ll buy you a new pair.” He didn’t wait for your response before covering your cunt with his mouth.

Even if you’d wanted to protest, still feeling a bit self conscious, you were rendered speechless by the flicking of his tongue over your sensitive clit. You whined, bucking your hips upward to feel him even more. He put one hand over your stomach to hold you down while keeping the other squeezing your hip.

“Santi…” You gasped as he kept going, your body was trembling under his oral assault.

“Never tasted anything so good, cariño.” He said softly before going back for more.

He was making the wettest and sloppiest noises with his mouth, just trying to taste every last drop that came out of you. He brought the hand from your hip around and slid a finger deep into your cunt, feeling the soft walls as they fluttered under his tongue. You reached down and took a fistful of his hair between your fingers.

Santi moaned, and despite your reservations, you relaxed. He seemed to be enjoying himself, so you should too. As soon as you relaxed, everything felt that much better. Another thick finger of his slid in to meet the first. You let out a gasp, grabbing the sheets tighter with your free hand.

Santiago moved faster, drawing harsher and more desperate whimpers from your lips. You kept your hand on his head, pushing him down over your mound and feeling your core light up. His movements slowed and became more intentional, just at the right time to hit your walls in a way that sparked your climax.

“Santi I’m gonna, oh I’m…” You couldn’t even utter the words before you were a gasping mess against the mattress.

You couldn’t believe how good his mouth felt, but nothing compared to his cock. He stood up and pulled his pants down around his thighs. He let your right leg drop over the edge of the mattress while holding the other up against his chest. You heard wet sounds as he glided the tip of his shaft along the opening of your cunt. You bit your lip and arched your hips in a desperate motion.

“Mm, so needy, I like it.” Santi said in a dark tone before sliding himself into you and filling you to the hilt.

You both let out a moan into the room, but you didn’t have long to recover before he was slapping his hips against you with fervor. He wasn’t kidding when he said he loved your body. One hand was gripping the plump flesh of your hip, while the other was holding on to your leg that still rested along his torso. He turned his head and kissed your calf.

“Mm,” you groaned.

Everything became a symphony of sounds coming from his sweet lips. He reached his large hand forward to brush over your stomach, squeezing and reveling in the feeling of your body.

“Your skin is so soft sweetheart, love the way it feels.” He commented, fucking into you faster.

Not as good as your cock feels, you thought, unable to speak coherently. Your eyes clamped shut while you felt your body tingling from his continued thrusting through your heated core.

“Come on, hermosa, look at me, wanna see your face when you come on my dick.” He squeezed your leg closer to his body for leverage to move faster.

You opened your eyes and met with his. He licked his lips and then bit down on the bottom one while he grunted and thrusted harder. He exhaled sharply.

“You’re so tight sweetheart, I can feel it squeezing, not gonna last…” He leaned over, your leg slid off his shoulder and onto the bed.

He pulled you closer while he started kissing you hungrily. His forehead pressed against yours and his speed increased beyond what you’d ever felt. He turned into a grunting groaning mess while he chased his climax. He pressed his lips to your ear.

“Are you going to come for me, my pretty bebita? I wanna feel you squeeze my cock sweetheart.” His thrusts came to a halt and you felt a searing warmth flood your walls.

You felt that same wave of immeasurable pleasure from before, but this time stronger as it coursed through your body and into the space between your legs. Your cunt gushed over his girth, squeezing it just as he’d asked you to. He brought his lips to yours, feeding on the moans that escaped you.

“That feel good, baby? Yeah, listen to you, so pretty sweetheart.”

As you both came down from your high, he stepped back and pulled out of you. You heard his cum dripping out onto the floor. He went to the bathroom and came back with a towel. After cleaning you up, he reached out a hand and helped you off the bed.

When he pulled you up, he leaned in and brushed against your lips for a gentle kiss.

“Will you stay the night with me, Santi?” You asked, pleading as desperately as you could with your eyes.

He smiled, eyes wrinkling on the sides, “of course hermosa, wouldn’t want to miss an opportunity to do this again in the morning.”

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clonesimpextra · 1 year

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One Moment More

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader Word Count: 830 Rating: Explicit (18+ Only) Summary: You, Wolffe, a mirror and some feels (Wolffe POV) A/N: @sleepingsun501 reminded me that I promised to write this and I'm going to be swamped with work for the next week so here's this! OK BYE!

Wolffe is not an arrogant man.

Usually.

He knows what he is good at. He knows what others are not good at. He uses that knowledge to strategize efficient battle plans and rescue missions.

That is not arrogance.

No matter what some of his brothers might grumble under their breaths when he assigns them to tasks they don’t want to do.

No, Wolffe was not an arrogant man.

But the closest he gets is when he’s fucking you like this.

You, pressed flush against his chest, one hand reaching back to grip his hair while the other clings to the arm across your chest.

You, trying desperately to silence your moans as he presses deeper into the tight warmth of your pussy but failing miserably.

You, staring up at the ceiling in what Wolffe can only assume is an attempt to avoid seeing yourself on display in the reflection of the mirror in front of you.

Wolffe’s not arrogant, no, but he is proud. And he won’t have you being anything but. Not when you're in his arms and moaning his name.

Gripping tighter to both your hip and the breast currently engulfed in his hand, Wolffe nudges his nose against your ear, his tongue chasing a bead of sweat down your neck. His gaze never straying from your reflection.

“Eyes on us, mesh’la,” he whispers, urging his words and his breath to soak deep and mark you where he can’t.

Your lashes flutter, eyelids drooping so you can pretend to look where he wants you. Wolffe grips your breast harder, fingers pinching the nipple just tightly enough that your cunt squeezes around his cock in answer and he’s moaning right along side you.

Shanking his head, pushing aside the pleasure for the time being, Wolffe lets go of your breast, ignores your whine at the absence of pressure, and traces his hand up your neck until he’s lightly gripping your chin. With a tug and a nudge, now he has you right where he wants you. He smirks at you in the mirror, ignoring your glare.

“I want you to see everything I do to you,” he says, out loud. No whispering or hiding. No pretending that either of you are here for anything other than to see, actually see, how well you can unravel one another.

Wolffe allows just enough time to see the widening of your eyes. To feel the bob of your throat under his hand as you swallow. To swear as your cunt squeezes even tighter around him. A moment to soak it all in, let it fill his ego just a bit.

If he allows himself more than that moment, he knows he’ll think too much about the way the light in your office illuminates your brown irises perfectly. About how the shape of your curves fit perfectly against his hips, his stomach, his entire fucking body. About how the sight of you in that mirror, all of you on display for him, for yourself, for both of you together, could be enough to end him then and there if he was a weaker man.

And maybe he is a weaker man, because suddenly he has to bite his tongue until he tastes blood in order to stop from coming when you let out the sweetest sigh he thinks he’s ever heard. It’s not impatient, not angry — he knows those sounds perfectly well coming from you, thank you very much. No, if Wolffe had to guess, had to bet his life, he’d say that sigh was one of content. Of happiness, even?

He breathes it in.

And then he’s pulling out. Slowly. So slowly he has to grit his teeth to stop himself from ramming into you faster and harder and ruining his plans. Because Wolffe wants to take his time. He wants to watch you watch him pick you apart piece by aching piece every bit as much as he wants to feel you fall apart against him.

When he’s all the way out, the tip of his cock tracing the lines of your pussy, your voice begging him to do something, Wolffe catches your gaze in the mirror. He raises an eyebrow. You stop begging, just for a moment, and nod, a slight smile tugging at your lips that’s soon echoed on his own. He bends closer to your ear.

“Let’s see,” he runs the head of his cock over your clit, grips you tighter as you shiver against him.

“What all,” he lines himself up with your entrance, hand soothing over the bruises already forming on your hips.

“I can make you scream tonight,” he rams home in a single stroke.

Wolffe is not an arrogant man.

He knows what you want. He knows what he can do. He knows, just as surely as he knows that he’ll never look at another woman in quite the same way he’s looking at your reflection now, that he would give you whatever you wanted just to keep you watching him one moment more.

That’s not arrogance.

But it might be love.

#commander wolffe #commander wolffe x reader #wolffe #wolffe x reader #wolffe x you

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meowufff · 23 days

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I had the urge to get my thoughts a bit organized about him and all so this is a try to somehow get any kind of structure down and written.

Soooo I have not ever spend a lot of thought into any kind of background story so all I can provide is some loose shit I improvise right this moment from my gut feeling!

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Oron had been a little black breasted leaf turtle, kept as a pet from some random New Yorker, until an Oozquito found it's way into the appartment. The result was a very curious and mobile mutant turtle, finding it's way out of the appartment and into the street of the city.

Due to his curious nature, and missing sense of danger, he crawled his way thru the alleys and roads, miraculously without hurting himself or being spotted.

Until one day, while rummaging thru some interesting looking trash, which had been glowing so delightfully, made him fall down into the depth of the hidden city~

There, not far away from the big pile of human junk, had been Mika, looking for some goods to sell, and heard the chirps and thrills of the little turtle.

Not knowing what else to do, now that he actually found the abandoned child, he decided to keep it, not having the heart to just turn around and leave.

Quite fast, the outgoing nature and curiosity of the little guy proved to be very challenging, especially if you try to keep your own profile as low as possible. Not aiding to that situation had been the, for Mika incomprehensible, fascination of Oron for insects.

He's loosing Oron multiple times on a daily basis due to him running after some bug he saw scurrying around a corner. The strong stubbornness of the little turtle prevented any kind of conditioning or reasoning, to just let the disgusting bugs be, so Mika just had to accept that feature of his small companion at one point.

The only incedent actually teaching Oron a lesson had been, when he ran into the dog of a bounty hunter after following a pretty looking butterfly, and almost got used as a chew toy as consequence. Mika fortunately had been there in time, before any big physical damage had been done.

Another obstacle, is the fact that the little guy relentlessly refuses to learn any kind of speaking. The only words he ever uses, are Mikas and his own name, but no other words have left his lips so far. It took Mika a good chunk of time to fully get back into the chirping and churring knowledge, but by now he is able to fully understand every sound Oron makes.

A quite helpful quirk of Oron is that he is naturally able to handle cold temperatures quite well and doesn't need as much warmth as Mika to prevent himself from hibernating, leaving the warmer blankets to the often freezing one while sleeping in the alleys of the hidden city.

Very late, after meeting the 4 Hamato brothers, Mika actually got the information from Donnie that Oron is, biologically speaking, a female turtle. Mika didn't knew how to tell the difference, just taking a 50/50 guess, and Oron himself didn't knew the concept of female and male. It also doesn't really bother Oron either being called she or he, but he got used to the pronouns he/him, which Mika uses for him, so he feels most familiar with those.

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ALRIGHTY

That's all my thoughts so far.

I def wanna do smth like that again for Mika, but I think that's gonna take a little while ~

I hope ANY of that make sense and WOW you actually are still reading this?!

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Here, take a cookie as treat 🍪 ...

#This is WAY longer than I anticipated #Im sorry....#I had a lot of things stored in my head and while writing down even more surfaced!#jdghjshgjshgjwdshj #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #oc #Oron #Mika #Oc Oron #Oc Mika #rottmnt oc #tmnt oc #oc rottmnt

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hyunsuks-beanie · 2 years

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Helpful Boyfriend

Pairing: Sunghoon × afab! reader

Genre: Smut

Content Warnings: Smut; wet dreams; somnophilia; masturbation; fingering; cunnilingus

Part of: Mellow's You've Got A Letter Event

Mellow speaks: And with this, my 2.5k event comes to a close!! A massive thank you to every single lovely soul who requested, I'm grateful for all the support! And to the nonnie who had requested this, I hope you like it!!

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedammi @enhacolor @axartia

Hey baby,

Slept well last night? I'm pretty sure you did, because I could hear you muttering things and smiling in your dream as you nuzzled your face into my neck. You looked so cute doing that, your breath hitching every now and then, that I would have wanted to pet you if it weren't for the way you started moving around not long after.

See, all I was trying to do was get a little bit of rest into my system, something that we both know I've been running short on for the past few days. But how could I, when your hand was so eagerly making its presence known next to my body, rubbing just right against my torso as it made its way over to the crotch of your sleep shorts?

That's right, you were doing the dirty in your sleep, dreaming about my fingers inside you while wearing that innocent facade on your face. I could hear you moan my name as your hand slipped inside the waistband of those shorts, soft hums and whines pushing past your lips as you attempted to soothe the warmth spreading through your being.

But of course, when have your fingers been a match for the way I can make you feel? So it was obvious they weren't gonna be much help this time around either, and I had no choice but to watch on in amusement as your face contorted into one of agony, your mind probably telling you to speed up the pace as you called for me to speed up.

And that's when I decided you needed some help, my body reaching over on its own till you were lying flat on your back, my fingers marking their territory and sliding your shorts down your smooth legs. It was a cakewalk after that, your pussy wet enough for me to pleasure you without actually waking you up. You looked like an angel then, smiling a satisfied smile in your slumber and letting out an occasional moan begging for me to go deeper.

I, of course, obliged, drawing figure eights and scissors through your folds as my free hand kept your thigh in place. But it wasn't nearly enough, because I was too horny to let you off the hook with a mere touch. No, I needed to taste you, taste you well and good. I needed to feel your wetness rub against my face, my tongue pressed right over your clit as I invaded your dreams even more.

So that's what I did, burying my head between your legs and eating you out. I was fully awake by then, savoring your delicacy like a man starved, making you squirm hard enough for my shirt to ride above your torso, exposing your breasts to me in the best way possible. I wanted to squeeze them so bad, but I didn't want to wake you up from your dream. Though in hindsight, I might actually have been able to play with them without you noticing, that's how hard you were passed out.

But I had to make do with just playing with your heat in the night, not that I'm complaining. I don't even remember how long I ate you out, but all I can tell you is that I made you cum more times than once. And even though I wanted to help clean you up or better yet, bury my dick inside of you (which already was hard enough), I didn't really have an option other than letting you rest while I took care of myself in the bathroom.

Suffice it to say I didn't get any sleep last night, again. But since it's all thanks to you this time, I guess I'm gonna have to make you pay me back when I come home.

Till then though darling, dream some more.

Your helpful boyfriend,

Sunghoon

#sunghoon #sunghoon smut #enhypen smut #enhypen #sunghoon hard thoughts #heeseung #heeseung smut #jay #jay smut #jake #jake smut

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 year

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Wildflower

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a/n Tumblr keeps deleting paragraphs so I hope this is finally good. Thank you for the love!!! 🧡✨

Azriel x reader

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"Here you are, little star." Lifting your head from a pile of papers, you were met with a charming smile on Azriel's face. Handsome. You always found him unbelievably handsome. With the Illyrian leathers and his slightly messy hair, he always looked way too tempting, and you were guilty of giving into your sultry temptation once in a while.

Your recovery was awfully slow. Madja had you on bed rest for weeks. Not letting you lift a finger and leaving your bed wasn't an option. Azriel was by your side almost the whole time, neglecting most of the orders that Rhysand would give him, purely out of fear of losing you once again.

He would sit by your bed, reading your books or humming some unknown melody. Crouching down to kiss your cheek or forehead, massaging your tender hands and legs that are getting sore from not moving. Attentive. Yet he did not even once mention your last words that were said to him before you passed out. It weighed on his shoulders for days while you were unconscious. Shattering him to pieces that he did, indeed, leave you without even second guessing it.

Practically as soon as you recovered, Rhys got taken under the mountain and you were dropped to suddenly run the whole court. Something that you never wanted to do and hoped that you would never need to. You know that without the rest of the inner circle that Rhys also formed years before everything went south, you would have been screwed. With your mind clouded with so many thoughts, rational thinking wasn't your strongest point.

Azriel was your biggest rock during those years. Holding you close through restless nights, rubbing your shoulders as you sat in the chair answering letters all day long. He kept you alive. Kept you moving. Not letting you crumble, even if you turned into a shell the moment you realized how much danger Rhys was in. letting you hit his chest every time you broke down bagging, just to let you go under the mountain, to let you switch places with Rhys.

The cracks in your relationship remained, but you two turned a blind eye to them. Both needed someone to come home to late at night. Someone who was there to pick you up. You had been together for so long at that point that it genuinely felt stupid to just drop it all away. There was love there. At least from your side, even if you had become much colder and spikier. At times, you forget who you were. But Azriel was still the same shy yet cocky boy you had fallen for. "I'm here to claim my lady." Tugging at your hand, Azriel tackled you to the ground as you too couldn't help but laugh at how silly he could get at times. Resiling him on the fluffy carpet in one of the private rooms, you squealed as he pushed you down onto the ground before flopping right onto you. "How was the meeting with Helion?", his face was practically buried in between your breast. Clingy Illyrian baby, you thought to yourself, or maybe a horny one. Either way, a baby.

"Nothing new. He lifted some of the magic but he doesn't know how to get them off", you knew that getting upset over this was silly. But you couldn't help but feel like there was something more, just no one was truly trying. You left out the details of the little snarl you had with the high lord of the day court. You did not want to cause any unnecessary drama and make Azriel worried. Even though you were sure that, by now, Helion had probably moaned about it to Rhys at least twice.

Sensing your sour mood, Azriel leaned in to kiss your lips before biting the top of your breast, making you let out a yelp. "Do I need to chase your thoughts away?"," "What are you suggesting?", running your fingers through his slightly damp hair, you let yourself get lost in his eyes. Feeling some of his shadows make their way down your dress, nipping at your exposed skin.

"Do you have time? My list is pretty long", your chuckle was soon replaced by a moan when you felt him sliding his fingers closer and closer to where you wanted him most. "We can't", your fingers wrapped themselves around his wrist, "We have dinner with that poor creature Rhys stole from Tamlin", "Her name is Feyre", rolling your eyes you stood, smoothing out your dress. "You're good at remembering females' names all of a sudden." Azriel gave you an annoyed before following you out of the library. He knew a fight when the topic turned to other females was bound to get out of hands. Not that you were the jealous type. Well, maybe a little. But your insecurities come from a very rational fear. You two weren't mates. At least the bond hadn't snapped for either of you yet. Azriel had mentioned a pull that he felt towards you ever since you two met, but he never referred to it as a mating bond. So when Helion told you that the wires on your hands might have caused extra shields to surround you, meaning that such emotions were out of reach for you until they were off your body. Since then, this has been a sore subject.

You walked down the stairs like you owned this place. Eyeing Feyre up like she was a prey who was going to get eaten no matter what move she chose. Azriel pulled the chair out for you, and you gave him a smile as a silent thank you. "See, imagine me walking to her right. We seriously looked badass when we stormed to meetings like that ", Cassian was the one to break the silence. Piece of ham hanging from his fork as he continued to ramble, "I think we'll look less sexy with Rhys in the middle, though", Mor snorted, causing you to smirk yourself, even the side of Azriel's lips curled up.

However, the tension filled the room fairly quickly, and Azriel moved his hand to rest over your thigh, squeezing it gently as a plea to not start unnecessary fights. The gesture was sweet, you placed your hand on top of his, but it also annoyed you because you knew that he was doing it more for Rhys than you. High Lord's sister or not you didn't stand a chance against the high Lord himself. You would have stayed silent as the conversation around the table was the usual nonsense of family talk, but it's the lingering looks towards your hands that made you grip your cutlery tighter and tighter. You've stopped wearing long sleeves ever since your parents died. You wanted to see what stopped you from saving them. So you could be constantly reminded that you were weak and will continue to be weak until these things were removed.

Cassian was on his fifth joke of the night when you threw your cutlery on the plate, "You know it's not very nice to stare", you snarled through gritted teeth, "I just...", you sure had caught her rad-handed as Feyre dropped her gaze quickly. "No, take a good look at it", "Y/N...", Rhys's warning tone did nothing as you shoved your hands right in front of Feyre. "This is what happens to naive little girls who think that they can concur the world," "I concurred the world. I freed you from Amerantha ", and you knew that she did. That was all Rhys talked about ever since he returned. That, and that she was his mate. A tough girl, you thought to yourself, but then again, she probably didn't even know that you were Rhys's sister. "Remind me to bow when you become the high lady." With that, you turned around, storming out of the dining room. You heard Rhys apologizing. You heard chairs creaking against the floor. But you just couldn't. Couldn't swap everything under the rug and sit there like not long ago, you were all falling apart.

You were looking out of the window when you heard the doors of your room crack open. "If you're here to give me a lecture, you can rightfully fuck off." Azriel let out a sigh, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders. "You're rebelling against him for no reason", "I'm not rebelling", you argued, not feeling like by any chance you were to blame here. "I know you, sweetheart." The tone of his voice did wonders for soothing your frustration and you let your shoulders slump.

"Why does he purposely choose to ignore me?", "He sees you," and you wanted to agree with that, but it was a lie. When he came back, Rhys had called a meeting. A meeting that involved everyone but you. A meeting no one told you about until it was over. He didn't say that you did a good job running this place while he was gone.

"Does he? And what does he see? A burden? ", you moved out of Azriel's embrace, crossing your hands over your chest. "Y/n he found his mate. He's figuring it out." This, however, rubbed you the wrong way.

"Why am I always the one who gets replaced? First by your two, now by her ", Azriel clenched his jaw tightly, not wanting to further upset you but trying to change your mind. "Okay, I'm going to leave you to brood." You let out a bitter laugh, causing him to stop in his tracks, "Yeah, do what you do the best run". Azriel growled. His hand instantly curled around your neck, dragging you across the room toward the nearest wall. You had wrapped both of your hands around his arm so that he wouldn't dislocate your head while carrying you like a rag-doll. "Why are you being so complicated", "I'm being an angel if you haven't noticed", your feet dangled in the air as Azriel breathed you in, "You and I have a very different understanding of angels, sweet", "Makes sense why our communication is so ragged", with that you were frown onto the bed. The sound of clothes being ripped filled the room. Panting, heavy breathing, skin against skin, and that delicious sound of sheared wetness. You clawed at Azriel's back as if it was your salvation. Trying to pull him as close to you as you could. You rock. He was here. Even if no one understood you, he always did.

The next day, you two didn't leave your shared bedroom. Your body hurt, but you needed to be fucked to the oblivious until you couldn't think of anything else. Until nothing mattered. Until all, you could remember was Azriel's name. You woke up in the early afternoon. Limbs tangled together with your lover, who was peacefully sleeping by your side. Running your fingers down his cheek, you leaned in to kiss him, careful to not wake him up and slipped out of bed. You made your way towards the kitchen, fixing yourself a tiny plate of food before moving to do the same for Azriel, just granting him much more generous portions. You were about to grab a tray from the upper shelf and leave when Fayre walked in. Her eyes instantly went wide as she turned to flee. "I'm sorry about the dinner." Your words made her stop in her tracks as she turned back to you, still not daring to look you straight in the eyes. "Don't be", she muttered, "I'm just protective of him. Rhys sacrificed so much. I want him to be happy and safe. I had no intention of hurting you. Shameful for me to take my bad mood on our guest".

At your words, she had smiled, and in her eyes, you saw a genuine glimpse of understanding, "I know how you feel. I'm the same when it comes to my sister". You two stood there in an awkward silence before you offered her the food that you had spread out. A chance to start over, you told her. After all, if she was Rhys's mate, you had to start getting along. Because there was no way that you would stand between them. You two have been talking for hours. She had told you stories from her past, told you everything about her sisters. How you and Amren would make good friends with Nesta. "Are you like Azriel?", Feyra had asked you, "You mean a shadow singer? She nodded her head before taking another bite of the cake you two were sharing. "No, and if I'm being perfectly honest, I don't even know what I'm capable of," and you knew that she also could relate to that. Her knowledge of the powers that she had gained from all the High Lords was very little. Surely, that made her feel just as small and confused.

"I would assume you and Azriel are mates then", "Lovers, not mates", if you were being honest this was the last conversation you wanted to have with her, but you assumed that the concept of mate was also new to her so blaming her for being curious would have been foolish. "We've been together for some time... but... Az wanted us to have a mating ceremony even if the bond hadn't snapped. He firmly believes that once I get these handcuffs off that I would feel it too, but...", your mind drifted to all the endless conversations you two had had about this and how your heart would shatter every time you would look into his hopeful eyes.

"But you didn't?", you shook your head, "Rhys got taken and I didn't want to do it without him. Plus, finding a mate is really important for Az and I just fear that if we're not... ", you trailed off, feeling a lump already forming in the back of your throat," that it would break him and if we have the ceremony, he wouldn't leave me out of the sheer respect he has for me." Fayre placed her hand on top of yours, giving you a reassuring smile, "Maybe if I figure out how to use my powers, I'll be able to help you out." You returned her smile. Deep down, you wanted to tell her that firstly, Rhys would never allow that because it would put her in danger, and secondly, that you were lost and had no clue yourself on how to fix this.

You made your way through the house towards the room that Rhys usually preferred to work in, a pile of op papers pressed to your side. After a conversation with Fayre, you opted to do some work inside of jumping your lover's bones one more time. You needed a reason to see Rhys. You walked in without knocking, and Rhys didn't even lift his head as you walked in. "Do you have a moment?", you asked, placing the documents on the side of his table. He only gestured to the book he was reading, mumbling, "Busy." "Rhys, I'm being serious," but he said nothing, and something inside you snapped. "You send me, Mor, Cassian, and Az to do shit for you constantly, and you can't spear two minutes for me?", harshly slamming the book closed, he looked up at you.

"I haven't been here in over fifty years, so there's a lot to fix," "Fix? Are you being serious?", yet you shook your head, not wanting this to be the thing you two fought over today. If you were to get any help from your brother, he had to be in at least a decent mood, because once the water got rowdy, it's like all hell broke loose. "I want you to talk to someone other than Helion so I can get these things off me quicker." Your tone was much calmer now. You knew he understood. You hoped he did. He'd promised you he'd do everything to help. "Your hands can wait." Rhys's words made you feel like all of a sudden there was no oxygen in the room, "Sorry, what?" you mumbled. "I said. They. Can. Wait. There are more important things to do now," Rhys roared right at your face. You stepped back slightly, shaking your head in disbelief, "Like what, dear brother? Shoving your cock up Feyre?", Rhysand slapped his fist against the desk harshly before turning to point his finger at you, but before he could say anything, you winnowed. Winnowed without thinking. Just the need to get out lingered all over you. Somewhere where no one will find you, you told yourself.

Not being used to the sensation of winnowing, you felt your body give in as you slumped in the dirt. Hands and knees deep in the wet and cold substance. You tried to look around, but the darkness seemed so thick that you swore you could probably cut it up with a knife. "How the hell did you get here?", you instantly turned to the side the mysterious voice was coming from, "Shit...", you muttered under your breath, realizing just where you took yourself by accident.

#azriel x reader #azriel x you #rhys x you #rhys x reader #cassian x reader #cassian x you #eris x reader #eris vanserra x reader #acotar imagine

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aliypop · 7 months

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Loving You

Word Count: 1,115

Writers Note: Alright another smut but fluffy

Warning: SMUT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Pairing: OC x Elvis

Plot: With the temperatures dropping in Memphis on an early morning in October of 1957, Elvis and Cecelia decide to spend the morning finding ways to keep warm.

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Graceland October 1957

The Tennessee Fall winds whistled as the beautiful colors of orange, brown, and rustic red leaves twirled around from their tree branches and onto the grounds of Graceland. For once, on the big pile of land, it was peaceful from the animals to Elvis's cousins, who'd usually be running amuck in the house by now. But right now, there was a sweet, sleepy haze glazing the mansion like morning dew on the grass. In the master bedroom laid Elvis and his new budding romance, as the papers would say, Cecelia Valmos. Who was all cuddled up in his chest. Elvis's arms were around her waist, and his face was on her shoulder,

"Cece wouldja quit wigglin..." Elvis commanded with sleepy laughter.

"I would if I wasn't so cold." her morning voice was raspy and still filled with sleep.

"Keep movin like that, and you'll be gettin warm quicker, mama..." his hot breath touched her ear, and her body pressed up against his already hardening cock.

"You promise, Mr. Presley? she teased as she soon felt passionate, sloppy kisses on her shoulder blade. Elvis then took his hand as he gave her thigh a playful squeeze,

"Mmm... Elvis..."

"Already calling my name, and I just begun baby..." he kept creeping his hand up slower under her pink negligee. Trying to get to the prize that was her pink silk panties, lacing a finger around the band, he shimmed them off her, watching her body shiver at the cold breeze grazing against her feverish spot.

"El!"

"Won't be needing those." he laughed as her heart rate quickened,

"Then I guess you can lose the pants, sweetheart..." Elvis could hear the smirk in her voice as she began pulling down his pajama pants, "A frisky little kitten, heh..." pulling her on top of him as she giggled,

"They don't call me the rock n roll pinup for nothing, baby." peppering his skin soft kisses as she saw the love and lust he had for her in his hazy blue eyes,

"Cece..."

"Hmm..."

"You look beautiful..." his hand grazing her cheek as she leaned into his touch.

"You're just saying that to get under my nightgown." Cecelia joked,

"Is it working?" he winked, watching her pull the dress over her head as she flung the material somewhere across his bedroom. He'd seen her body in this state many times, but it was always a gift to know it was all his to look at and love. "Think that means yes...." he mumbled.

"How do I look..." she posed,

"Like you could give Marilyn a run for her money."

"Do you mean it?" she blushed as he gave her a quick peck on the lips.

"Doll... I mean it," he smirked. The kiss between the two was as sweet as candy and as pure as cane sugar. Small kisses trailed down his jawline as Cecelia yawned in the middle of it. A lazy, passionate morning and the couple was excited about it either way.

"You wanna maybe put me in the game, coach..."

"How good is your tackle?" before Cecelia could even process what happened. Elvis was on top of Cecelia, kissing her legs, stomach, breast, and finally, her lips again.

"El..."

"Hmmm..."

"We don't have much time before everyone else wakes up," she whispered in his ear.

"Just makes it a fun challenge." Cecelia gripped Elvis as she felt her walls expanding to his size. She always loved the sensation of the stretch, the pain, and pleasure, the shiver down her spine.

"Shit...Shit...Shit..."

"You okay, baby?" his face was full of concern. "I can stop i-i-if you want me to ."

"It's okay, just adjusting, is all." holding his face.

"Cil, if you're in pain..."

"El... I'm fine. I've had cramps that hurt worse." She laughed, "Oh, you can move now." She held his hand as she felt him move, a bit slower than they'd usually go, but she loved it nonetheless,

"This okay?"

"Perfect." she gasped at each jolt of his hips and every sensual kiss. Her fingers in his hair as he pulled her closer to him,

"Cecelia... Fuck..." he grunted in her ear,

"You like that baby..." she pulled at his hair again,

"Mhmm..." his hips quicking up on the pace, his breathing a bit shaky. He was starting to get closer to the finish line until he felt a bit of a weight change.

"Hello, gorgeous."

"Gorgeous, have you seen yourself in a mirror." she teased, her hands laying on his chest as he kissed both palms of her hands.

"I have." he laughed as a grunt escaped his lips. Cecelia had looked like an Angel sent down for him to love, with the morning sun shining down on her. But his favorite view was her rising and falling on his cock, the sounds of her moans, his hips thrusting into her, the sounds of skin on skin. It made his heart beat,

"Oh, baby!!"

"Cecelia!"

"Elvis! Fuck... Faster baby, faster!"

"Right there, Cece!"

It was as if the two were scratching the itch the other couldn't reach. When Cecelia arched her back and held onto his legs, it was game over for Elvis, his hips moving faster than the flash could even run.

There were curses that his mother would disapprove of leaving his lips, but he'd sin every day if it meant he was buried deep into his heaven that was moaning,

"Elvis, don't stop... Give me all you got!"

"Can you take all that I got." kissing down her neck, nearly pounding into her, pouring all the love he had for her into each and every thrust.

"Baby!! Ah!"

"You feel so good wrapped around me, baby!" Finally, the coil for them both snapped, and Cecelia's eyes rolled as she had, had quite the most mind-numbing cock drunk orgasm.

"Cece, you okay." he laughed a little,

"Mhmm..."

"Need me to..."

"Don't you dare pull out..." she commanded.

"Yes, Ms. Valmos."

Pulling the covers back on top of them, Elvis laid down with his arms around Cecelia.

It was a peaceful and serene morning at Graceland, no longer cold. The winds whistled, and the fall leaves fell from outside the window. But all the love was from inside,

"Honey, I think I just rolled over one of your rollers..."

"Mmm... Don't worry about it." Cecelia kissed his chin, "Mind singing us back to sleep?" she murmured,

"Mmm, but it'll cost ya." he teased,

I will spend my whole life through

Loving you, loving you

Winter, summer, springtime, too

Loving you, loving you

Makes no difference where I go or what I do

You know that I'll always be loving you

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yottakitsune · 1 year

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"Bigger?" Yuki asked in a confused tone. You weren't sure why you had said that. "You wish I was bigger?" Yuki had a knack for making you speak your mind. Even if it was subconscious. You slowly nodded, still unsure why you said that. You were largely on autopilot when you spoke to her. You weren't exactly opposed to her being bigger in several ways, and once you thought about it some it was just sort of natural.

You had always been drawn to bigger girls, and you admitted as much to her. After a little while, you were discussing what about her being bigger you meant. More or less you meant everything; bigger breasts, longer legs, taller, everything.

She still seemed confused, but she didn't seem upset. Instead she looked up to you with those blue eyes you were constantly lost in and she squished her breasts together as she smiled. "I know you think they're small, but you can still have fun with these tonight, right?" She pulled you in for a kiss and the rest of the night was a blur.

Eventually you fell asleep in each other's arms and a dreamless sleep followed. The last thing you remembered was her whispering something into your ear. "I will be much bigger by the time you wake up."

When your eyes fluttered open, Yuki sat on the edge of the bed. "I need to go shopping for a new wardrobe." She folded her arms under her breasts gave a sweet smile. She was taller than you now and you could clearly see her breasts from behind. You flopped out of bed and hurried to see her from the front.

"Everything is so small now." Everything that wasn't her anyways. "I don't know if the stores will have clothes big enough for me..." That statement flooded your mind with thoughts of her destroying bras and bursting buttons trying to squeeze into anything at all. It excited you to imagine. Her smile broadened and she pulled you against her.

Half your torso felt the rapturous softness of her breasts, and then you felt her plump thighs wrap around your waist. That was when you said it. One of her ears twitched, and she looked to you. "You still wish I was bigger?" she repeated. Why did you say that? What possessed you to say such things over and over?

Another deep kiss broke that train of thought, and you were lost in her intoxicating taste. Every one of your senses were close to overloading and she was pushing your body to its limits. You faintly remembered something about granting your every wish, but for all you knew it was a dream.

The next time your eyes took in light, you zeroed in on the beach balls that hung over you like a pair of lustful moons. "Good morning." Yuki's gentle smile put you at ease. "I got some new clothes, but I'm guessing you'd prefer I wore as little of them as possible." You stared up at her speechless. She was as close to perfect as a person could get. She planted her arms to either side of you, hands big enough to hold your head like an apple spread just inches from your head. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. And yet...

"Even bigger?" She had only the faintest bit of concern in her voice, but it disappeared as soon as it arrived. "You still wish I was even bigger?" How many times would you wish that? She slowly lowered until she lay on top of you. She was more than twice your height, and most of your body was covered by the warm, doughy flesh of her breasts. "There is always room for improvement. Shall we see how much better bigger is?"

Another kiss, and you were lost. You don't know for how long. It could have been minutes or days, but you didn't care. When you stumbled out of bed, you needed to be back with her again. You were almost physically addicted to how she made you feel.

"I'm out here!" Yuki called. You ran out to the backyard and bounced off one of her breasts. "We might have to move," she said apologetically. She laid across the small chunk of verdant field that was fenced in to be yours. Every breath caused her breasts to advance two inches closer, but they only retreated a single inch when she exhaled. Each of those heavenly mounds had grown so big she couldn't even reach all the way around one of them, much less both. You were pretty sure everything else had ripened nicely, but you would have to walk a ways to see for sure.

She wobbled forward on her breasts while you stared slack-jawed and picked you up like a small doll. "I was thinking somewhere more open, like Washington or Texas. What do you think?"

"Much bigger?" Yuki repeated. You felt tired after wishing that. Maybe you had Pavloved yourself? She tilted her head in confusion as she looked down on you. "How much bigger is 'much bigger'?" Her eyes glittered at your answer. "Just bigger?" Your world seemed to dim and you could feel the slender fingers that wrapped around you first grow stronger, then grow longer.

Yuki gave you an affectionate lick. Even as your consciousness faded, you could already tell she was growing. You could hear it, too, if the sounds of crushing buildings were any indication. "You'll get whatever you wish for," was the last thing you heard.

When you finally came to, you found yourself on an immense field in the mountains. Looking ahead you could only see Yuki. Mountains lay between you and her and even they were dwarfed by her being barely small rocks by comparison. "Good morning," she sang when she could see you move. "Before you say anything, I need to tell you some things finally."

Your breath caught in your throat. As you stared at the vixen in the distance, you could see a large mountain slowly disappear underneath one of her breasts. And then another. One of her ears twitched and a cloud was scattered. "Your wishes come true. The things you really and truly want come into being. You wished for your perfect girlfriend and here I am. You kept wishing for me to be bigger, and look at me now!"

She began squirming and trying to reach for her breasts. "F-full..." she whined. While she reached for her nipples the crawled further out of her reach. Before your eyes Yuki's breasts swelled even faster. "Y-you wished for... m-milk...?" You were both helpless. Her to do anything about the unreal pressure that filled her, and you to do anything but watch Yuki reach scales you had only dreamed of.

Slowly, dark spots appeared on her lingerie. Then it was like the floodgates had been released. Streams of white cream poured from Yuki and flooded the lands below. You could only stare, and as the wave rapidly approached, you wished this could last forever.

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mariamariquinha · 11 months

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Bossa Nova (Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x f! reader) - Eight

Seven | Nine

Summary: When Nick’s stuff gets in the way.

Word count: 5.9k

Warnings: Bad words, SMUT, protected p in v sex, mentions of oral sex, mention of drug crimes, violence and other things related, mention of strip clubs and slight reference to corruption.

Gatita - Kitten

Author’s Note: Took me a lot, I don’t know what happened. Eh. That’s it!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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He didn’t make love to you - it wasn’t something you personally asked.

He fucked you.

But it was… kinda sweet, because you didn’t ask to be treated like a whore either. He looked and acted and sounded intuitive. You could guess it before - Benny was quiet, discreet. None of his friends would be able to sell themselves to make a good impression like that.

He had a sense of self-preservation to begin with. Easy eyes, kind hands, even if the situation itself could eventually be too heated and not very… kind. Benny might’ve had his reputation, the Borracho of his name, but if you thought that your nerdy-facts-conversation was anything but stupid, seeing him really turned on by your talking made you go for some assumptions.

Benny didn’t need to ask permission. Right there? When he was making your skin burn from that feeling he could bring? You couldn’t care less. Dangerous or not.

With the experience of a guy like him, he maneuvered your body to lay on the bed below him. It was like he owned the place and you, from the way his eyes stared you down while stripping you even more naked than you already were - from face to chest to belly to pussy then thighs. These last ones, he grabbed firmly, biting his lower lip while spreading them to stare straight at your entrance.

“You look so good like this.”

“A mess?”

“A horny mess,” He teased, fingers brushing over your clit and making you shiver. “Nerdy horny mess, probably using that smart brain of yours to come with another scientific explanation for something.”

You smiled at that, confirming what was really playing inside your mind. He probably had a platonic crush on a teacher back in high school, you deduced as you shifted with some impatience for him to touch you where you really wanted soon. Benny grinned at your reaction, just for a moment, just to meet your eyes again and dive in to kiss your lips.

There it was. Fuck, there it was.

Ever since that first date, under the streetlamp, you've known why Benny has been on your mind: the kiss. He made it a thing, not just foreplay but an act itself. Of course, the first time, he had the restraint and decorum not to invade your space like that, but until then, there was the intensity of someone who made the experience worthwhile. If you were in your full mental capacity, not really thinking about the way his cock brushed your leg with signs of arousal, you'd say it could be just him doing things the right way because… Well, life. You weren’t complaining.

First, he just brushed his lips over yours - enough to make you eager and chase for more, or enough to make him smirk from that while leaning away. When he closed the gap again, though, it was different. Benny grabbed your breast firmly while giving you one of those kisses that left you wanting: languid, slow, wet, distracting enough to not make you notice him playing with your nipple, but just feel it. He massaged, pinched, testing how it would make you give him something. When you moaned against his mouth, body buzzing with his touch, Benny moved his hips just a little, just to show he was getting aroused just as you.

His body frame was stocky, firm - you weren't as flexible, your legs had to spread with some effort to make him fit between them. And all of this ‘study’ and ‘research’ made the guy patient to prepare you; he didn’t stick the thing there to call it a day. Your nipples were sensitive from arousal, pebbled and well deserved of his ministrations. When the kiss came to a stop, he kissed the corner of your mouth, then lowered his lips to your neck, shoulder, chest… Just to suck on the one nipple which didn’t get his earlier attention. You whimpered at the contact. It was overwhelming, almost too much - titties on his mouth while he grinded against you.

A moan escaped from you again, enough to make him raise his eyes to catch the reaction.

Whatever Benny saw, if he saw your prospect (a look of almost devotion and lust), it was enough to seal the kind of urge you two had: to get what made you both look so uninhibited of a relationship still little explored. For pleasure, maybe. Just because. Because he was nice. Hot. A good kisser. A good fucker, by all means. Attractive. Attentive.

A small whimper escaped his mouth right after you grabbed his cock, a delicate touch to pump all of that glory because damn if your mind wasn’t fuzzy enough to create cringe anecdotes like Nora Roberts. The tip of your tongue touched his lower lip and he stared at you, then down at where you kept massaging him. Unashamed of his reactions, Benny moaned as an answer, moving his hips in motion with your hand. With a groan, he put one hand on the headboard to steady his body and, more precisely, give him the chance to play with your pussy.

No, you were definitely not naive, not even esoteric enough - the pleasure you and he were feeling was purely carnal, coming from two people going to the right places at the right time to arouse the right feelings. Still, when Benny slipped two fingers inside of you effortlessly, it was like that feeling of being in something you barely remembered, of being able to lift your hips to make his fingers go deeper, to touch you more precisely, was the closest you got from a heavenly sensation.

You both moaned in unison against your own lips when you felt that hard-on shiver; you with the bending of his fingers inside you and him with the touch you made to the tip of his cock. He literally shivered, furrowed brows and a low groan escaping, as if you got him just right.

“... Wanna suck you so bad, you know?” You panted against his cheek, making him hum.

“Next time…” Benny whispered in a weak tone, not stopping his movements for a split second. “Next time you’ll swallow every drop, gatita*. Milk your throat all the way. Lemme just… Lemme fuck you, yeah? Wanna feel your pussy around me again.”

Trouble, your mind screamed, even if your body melted when he spreaded your thighs and pumped his fingers for just another moment before pulling your hand away from him. A fuckboy, you concluded, right when he put the second condom on with the precision of explicit practice, placing the palm of his hand on your chest to keep your body down and fully laid on the bed.

Then he fucked you - entering all at once, without hesitation, and fucked you like hell. A good hell, full of his small whimpers and sweet voice cracks when he felt you squeeze his cock the right way. Deep, harsh thrusts that made you see stars, all the while with that small belly of his brushing your pubic area. To steady yourself, one of your hands grabbed his shoulder, while the other held his waist because fuck, you wanted more. Your nails sank on his skin, your body eager to have more, more, more… And he gave all he had. The force of his body, strength and energy, all modulated in the way Benny impaled you, one hand raising your thigh to have a better angle, just to go deeper. You bit his shoulder to prevent a high pitched moan - in retaliation, he sucked your neck.

When you came, all you could do was drink the sensation while he sped up his hips to chase his own release. Even sensible, you couldn’t help but want more of that, the sound of the skin-on-skin too good to come to an end.

“You don't want your son to hear what you're doing in the bedroom with me?” He murmured after a time, face buried on your shoulder after his orgasm. You snorted at it, hand brushing the nape of his neck.

“I'll have to think of some treats for him after that.”

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No one would tell anyone - nor Emma, or Nick, or any of the others.

He left with a lingering kiss, a soft slap on your ass and a bit on your jaw. Said he would call or text; stay in touch. You didn’t believe it; thought it was one of those empty promises - Benny looked like the guy who could say that to any other girl just to not upset her or make it a thing.

You got it.

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“Are you listening?”

“Mm?”

Emma sent you a look - a stern one. You both were resolving a situation involving another case, from other circumstances, but you couldn’t help but catch yourself with the tip of your fingers hovering your lips and blinking dumbly at her; distracted at best, zoning out at worst.

“Really, what’s going on? What happened?”

Well, if you were being honest, really honest, she would be disappointed. You knew she would. At some point, Emma started to see you as a big ally, someone who could create limits and almost a friend. It was more like a responsibility. Instead of answering anything compromising, though, you rubbed the back of your neck, felt the still partially painful area of the mark hidden by the sleeve of your flannel shirt, and looked away.

“... Had to deal with some stuff this weekend. Sorry, my mind is kinda still there I guess,” You frowned, shaking your head lightly.

“Huh.”

Emma wasn’t the Gil Grissom type - she could be really passive most of the time, but she used to wear her heart on her sleeves. There would always exist a face, a comment, a glance, a tone. And listen, you’d been working with her for years, you knew her better than she could imagine. It was obvious she was implying; hinting as if she didn’t like just the thought of any other distraction surrounding your personal life and making your job less than pleasant.

“... As I was saying, the prosecution asked for a survey of the photographic evidence of this case and I need you to consult it for me. This is dated in…” Emma opened the folder that she probably had left on your table when she came and checked the information with a pregnant pause. “1987.”

“Case reopening?”

“Yeah. Looks like they got a good hint and the judge signed the whole thing. Cold Cases need an expert to corroborate some evidence.”

“And they couldn't, I don't know, call one of my professors or someone really badass from Harvard?”

“Why would they?”

“It’s from 1987, Emma. Decades. I don't have half the experience an academic could have for this.”

She gave you another one of those looks - of disapproval. Probably because you had a good point, but mostly because you were going against her decision. Being honest, with all the financial situation around the LASD and the clear preference towards LAPD conquest during the recent years, Cold Cases (from all the other Departments) wouldn’t be in the front line for the best resources. Perhaps the photos were the less important thing about this case.

“You have a library of science books right behind you and your degree as a resource. Unless you faked it all?” She teased, half serious about keeping you on a straight line about power balances.

“... No.” You said, defeated.

“So we don’t have problems.”

“What about Nick?”

“What about him?”

“Well, it will take time. I’ll need to reschedule a lot of jobs here, including what I’m doing in his case. ”

You knew that, at some instance, Emma and Nick might have been more intolerant towards each other; they’d entered the Department almost together, and knew one another from school times. Maybe that was the reason why most of those dirty looks were directed to him - always using the privilege of being an ‘old friend’ even if they stopped truly talking way too long ago - or because he really didn’t make the effort to be malleable, easy.

She also had an opinion on what he used to do, his methods - Nick's stuff. She wasn’t happy about it, nor a touch dedicated to the idea of talking with you again, about God knows what, in favor of helping O’Brien. It could go for the other guys, with the fact that they were related to the bad sides of the man.

All that being said, you knew that, in the end, Emma could make an effort to give the consulting to somebody else, argue about how forensic science viewed five or six years as if they were the earliest periods of a career, as a newborn professional. It could ruin the Department's reputation if it was too public a case; you would be humiliated in court.

Still, she held that confident expression, sure of herself. In fact, Emma did something that she knew how to do very well and that you hated: she just ignored the consequences.

“Don’t worry about him.”

And as always, you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose in another unsuccessful try to just make her… sane. Differently from Gil Grissom, sometimes that heart of her was really spilling out of her sleeves.

“I just don’t want this responsibility. If this is what’s gonna be-”

“It is.”

“Then you give him the terms. I’m off this discussion.”

She measured you, considered your words with care; probably cursed again for having such a smart mouth inside her Department. Your mother always said this could give you hell sometimes.

“... Do your job.”

With a small gesture, Emma left the lab with firm and irritated steps.

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By ‘doing your job’, she meant taking the said job home. You passed by the Cold Cases floor, caught a talk with one of the detectives involved (Marshall Ballard, a considerable old school) and got three files of evidence - they had another specialist on it, doctor’s degree and all, but the case had something to do with people full of money. Big, traditional family. The type who would be able to reopen a 1987’ crime.

“Just to be sure.”

And honestly, while eyeing the thing during lunch, you could see it wasn’t something out of ordinary. You did frowned once or twice, even muttered a small ‘the fuck’ because damn if the people back then had a weird taste for furnitures.

“Thinking of redecorating?”

Benny asked it closer to your ear, enough to make you jump in your seat. When you turned your head, he was grinning, already taking his place beside you and looking at the photos splayed all over the table. For some reason, you put the chopsticks into your bowl of thin rice noodles and looked around the break room.

“Cut it out,” He said, not taking his eyes off the files and even taking one of the photos to look closely. “It’ll hurt your neck.”

“Don’t want anyone to speculate.”

“Speculate what?” Feigning innocence, Benny raised his head and looked at you with a confused expression. “Takes more than small talk for people to assume we fucked.”

“Of course it does.”

You got back to your lunch, poking the food nonchalantly and not giving him another glance. He shifted a little on his seat, as if to grab your attention - you kept the façade some more, chewing carefully or just touching the photos some more, very focused on making him squirm.

“... What’s that supposed to mean?” Benny broked first, his forearm appearing on your peripheral.

“Mm?” Brows raised, you were the one looking at him with a fake confusion expression this time.

“You sounded sarcastic.”

“Because I was being sarcastic,” You said. “Where have you been for the last five months?”

“Oh.” Getting your clue, he nodded his head a few times, then did a check around the room himself before leaning closer. “If I pretend we’re working on something, you’ll act natural with me?”

“I’m not acting natural?”

“You’re ready to run away from here.”

“Well, I already had my fair share with this type of gossip here. Peace would be very appreciated.”

You didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but it came so spontaneously that it took you a time to notice your own tone. Suddenly, you were visibly impulsive and he looked apologetic - both ready to apologize. Before you could manage something to say, or the mentioned apology, you two heard Lennon getting in with a few other agents, making Benny look behind your back before avoiding his gaze.

“I thought the Major Crimes had a special break room and shit,” Your colleague teased, enough to make Magalon clench his jaw. “What is he doing here? Inspecting your work?”

“Are you inspecting her work?”

The way the detective came up with such a defensive answer made you snap your eyes at his profile since he was looking Lennon up. You cringed at how the agent scoffed, because it seemed like a surprise to see them both so… Tense towards each other.

“Just making sure she at least can have her lunch alone.”

When his hand touched your shoulder in an amicable way, Benny’s eyes drifted straight at the action, as if measuring the way Lennon pressed his fingers there. Well, at first you didn’t notice it as something, but that hand caressed your back and you saw Magalon gazing between you both.

“I don’t… mind the company, in fact. You know I like to show off sometimes.”

“Sure thing. Just don’t get too used to being around Major Crimes, you know. Some of us can get jealous.”

For those who weren’t used to Lennon's personality, he could be very annoying or even too much of a tease. You didn’t know at what instance that relation with Magalon fell into, but you knew for sure that they both shared a stern glance before your colleague went away.

Benny side eyed you, the photos…

He left without a word, without even caring if someone had won that subtle bickering. You were looking at his back retreating away when Lennon said that Magalon wasn’t the worst of them.

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“When will the preliminary trial be?”

“Already happened,” You saw Emma nodding her head. “By the looks of it, they'll have a couple more months of investigation. Being optimistic, of course.”

“And being pessimistic?”

“A year.”

Emma nodded again, but this time she sipped on her coffee nonchalantly while leaning against the elevator wall. You could sense her observing the place, as if ready to say something but not knowing how. Even then, you tried not to indulge.

“Ballard has good instincts, I think he got this.”

“If you say so,” You gave her a side glance. “Perhaps that’s a detective trick I’m unaware of.”

“I doubt you would be unaware of anything.”

“You would be surprised.”

It happened a week after the beginning of that day - you seemed and felt tired, unfolding between a parallel case that arose (involving LAPD) and consulting at Cold Cases. If you could think about anything between this, including your considerable intercourse with Benny, you probably wouldn’t feel so stressed or on edge. You weren’t expecting anything - still, looking at Emma’s face gave you the assurance that things would just get worse.

“I'm finding O'Brien strangely silent.” She said after a long beat of silence, eyeing you upside down. “Any news?”

“No.”

Which was true. After his discreet discovery of the photos, he became distant, as if the case had closed down on issues that didn't involve you. It was a relief.

“Did you tell him about my situation?”

“It’s not like I owe him any explanation,” Emma defended. “But no. Which is weird, he seems to appreciate your efforts a lot.”

Her voice had a lot of that venom, but not enough for you to take it personal. Well, most of the things she or anyone would say to you there should be taken personal, but Emma was Emma, so you knew she used that tone for the sake of proving a point: that Nick was one of a kind. A bitch kind.

“... Efforts seems to be too specific a word.”

“What would you use?”

“Patience. Or the lack of it.”

She smiled - truly smiled. Which was rare when the topic of the conversation was Nick. Sometimes she would smile for whole different reasons (specially the ones when he made a slight mistake and got reprimanded because of it), but never for a funny snarky comment about his mannerisms. Humored or not, Emma didn’t like to give him any kind of space, even when he wasn’t close.

“I still have the feeling something is coming our way.” She added with a sour face, eyes on the panel right above your heads.

It caught you by surprise, so you didn’t hide the shock. With a shrug, she watched the doors opening and held them for you to pass by.

“Why would it come our way?” You asked when Emma started to walk away to her office, loud enough for the women to listen. She turned, brows raised, then came closer enough to keep it… low.

“Because you were right. Maybe 'efforts' isn't really the right word.”

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You stared at the woman with seriousness, camera between your fingers while you waited for Mark, the doctor in charge, to finish the explanations of the injuries. You would nod your head every now and then, even if the words didn't make any sense in your head - Isla Clark, 25, mother of two and with two feet deep into drug traffic shit couldn’t look at anyone in the room.

Different from the first informant, the one who died, she seemed to have some personal motives that involved the children's father, but you didn’t enter in detail because of the circumstances. She had been in close contact with the police since the Long Beach homicides and-No, not with the police. With Nick. She was Nick's informant. For over two years.

Glancing at the doorway, you saw him there, watching with a blank face and crossed arms. Isla averted her gaze when she noticed, eyeing her own wrist handcuffed to the gurney.

Back then, when the first person died and Nick almost took you out of your divorce audience, he mentioned something about you being able to handle it. From all the mentors you’ve had through your life, from your father to teachers to professors to… Emma, per se, everyone had one thing to say: you knew how to handle any shit. If you felt bad at certain types of cases, if you cried because of them, no one ever knew, probably because it almost never happened.

With Isla, you didn’t feel sad - you were angry. Angry with Nick, because he was being careless and clearly obsessed with one more moment of glory. She had dropped the kids off at school when she took a lucky shot in the leg and an even more miraculous one in the side of her neck.

“Well, okay. I'm going to need you to leave so I can take the pictures privately.”

From the cops inside the room to the nurses and the doctor, you saw from your peripheral vision that everyone left. You stood there, beside the gurney, taking the equipment with care and a passive patience - for the sake of that fucking moment.

“You too, Nick.”

“Me?” He asked as if it wasn’t obvious.

“I wouldn't ask for privacy if I was going to leave you there watching everything.”

Beside him, you could see Benny too. He measured your stern expression and averted his gaze to the floor, murmuring something about grabbing coffee or talking with the witnesses. With hesitancy, O’Brien retrieved himself, but not before glancing at Isla one last time - the air was suddenly different… not in a regular way, tho.

Huh.

“I'm going to need to photograph all the wounds, is that okay?”

She nodded.

“If it hurts somewhere, let me know.”

Again, a nod.

Back in college, during your time as an intern, you saw similar cases, and it used to be the same way every time. The women, most often young, with an empty and detached look, who did not allow herself to be observed without feeling ashamed. You hated the feeling. Even though Isla wasn't in that parameter, the perception you had was that she could easily blend into this type of tragedy.

You didn’t say anything more than small excuses or apologies when she hissed at the accidental touch in a sensitive area. This lasted half an hour.

“We’re done,” You announced, hands gripping the camera strap.

“Mm-hm.”

Well, looking now, pretty closely, she really looked like…

Huh.

Without another word, you grabbed your stuff and left, just in time to see Nick and Benny looking curiously in your direction. If they knew you were mad, you couldn’t tell - by the time you started to walk away through the corridor, though, you’d heard them following your steps.

“What do you think?” O’Brien asked by your left side.

“I take it you already talked with Dr. Mark?” You answered, feet fast and tone obnoxious.

“Perhaps you have another opinion.”

“He’s a doctor, I’m forensics. Nothing I can say right now could doubt his diagnosis. If you want a conclusive result, I’ll tell you exactly what he said: Isla had two close range shootings.”

You heard O’Brien’s sigh with every word, as if he was being tortured with the idea of Isla being there, almost unalive, without a chance to be back in the game. For some reason, that made you even more angry.

“When you think ballistics will-”

“It's becoming a trail of blood, Nick.” You couldn’t even recognize your tone, nor the way you stared right at his face. Everyone stopped abruptly, you staring at O’Brien and Benny beside the scene, watching. “Don’t expect me to have good updates about your leadership when they take the case from you.”

“Listen, you don’t-”

“No, you listen! You fucking listen, O’Brien, there’s a huge difference between free violence from drug gangs and you being incompetent. It's people's lives at stake here.” There was a finger pointed to his chest.

You could feel Benny getting closer, sense the 6’1 of pure annoyance radiating from Nick’s and going straight at you.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said through gritted teeth.

“So explain to me. Go on, Nick, tell me I’m seeing another person here in less than three months.” You lowered your voice just enough to make him retrieve. “And you better have a good answer because you’re not giving me the best expectations here.”

“I don’t owe you any explanation.”

“... No, you don’t.”

The smile you gave him was bitter, full of sarcasm and a particular rage.

“That’s all you are, a cop without rules to follow or explanations to give. That's how people perceive guys like you and the… I don't know, Merrimen, you're so alike. I bet if you put your record side by side, just like that…” You raised your open palms in front of his face, putting them side by side. “The only difference would be the fucking badge.”

With that, you passed by him - purposely bumping into his body - and headed out of that corridor. If you saw Benny preventing himself from going after you, it didn’t matter. You were so fucking pissed.

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You couldn’t sleep that night; didn’t for the next two or three days. No one mentioned the episode in the corridor and you suspected that if Emma knew about it, she decided not to make it a big deal. She gave you a way-too-long tap on the shoulder the day after - the closer you got to know that she knew, like a ‘told you so’.

The guys avoided you as much as they could - taking Nick’s side, probably. Just as the beginning, the only person you didn’t see was Benny, but you tried not to think about him as well, aware of the fact that you had fun, the type that could create bounds not so strong than what he used to have with his fucking boss.

“You look like trash.”

It took you by surprise, his sudden appearance in the parking lot. You were in the middle of another shift, dark circles under your eyes and physically tired, so the comment had no effect on your condition. You raised your eyebrows, shrugged.

“I look how I feel.”

Benny nodded.

“Taking work home?” He pointed at the files below your arm.

“... Something like that.” It was your turn to nod. “Just double-checking, you know?”

“Got it.”

For a moment, no one said anything. You thought he would put an end to the conversation, go back to wherever he was going, so you opened the back door of your car to organize your things there. Imagine your surprise, when, out of nowhere, Benny materialized by your side and held the door firmly with his hand.

“Did you have lunch yet?”

“What?”

“Lunch. I’m half sure that that Greek restaurant is open mid-day.”

If you had it in you, the first question that would come out would be ‘why would I want to have lunch with you?’, but given the circumstances, all you did was stare at those dark orbits staring fiercely at your face.

“You’re not the one who owes me an expensive meal, Benny.” You rolled your eyes, a small smirk playing on your lips.

“Oh no, I wouldn’t dare to touch that nerve. Consider this a… gift. From friend to friend,” He gestured between you two with a smile plastered on his face. “What do you think?”

You could say no - maybe you should. All things considered, you were tired, not in the mood and conscious of the fact that you weren’t on good terms with Nick to go fraternize with Benny like that. But hey, Benny wasn’t Nick, right? He was… Benicio. And if you remembered right, you two fraternized pretty well not so long before.

“You’ll pay.”

“Sure thing, gatita.”

While walking with him to his car, you considered that a bad idea again. Benny was quiet and having enough common sense, he didn’t try to bring up any topic - nor the thing with Isla, or the thing with you. He wasn’t one to curse the traffic or talk about the weather just for small talk; when you both noticed that the said restaurant didn’t, in fact, open mid-day, it led to a small number of curses and a firm apology.

“There’s a Burger King not so far away from here.”

Which led, then, to the comfortable scene you set yourself in: both you and Benny sat on the bench of a park, both of your legs crossed and body turned to him. Again, no one really talked - you shared the fries and the only moment of true interaction came when he grabbed your fingers playfully once and that was it for quite some time. You wouldn’t admit out loud, but the idea of being there, away from all of that crisis and stress and crazy work hours… It calmed you.

The questions never stopped inside your head, though. You should expect a reaction from him, something related to the way you spitted Nick’s incompetence on his face. For you, Major Crimes had that type of bond, camaraderie, the protectiveness you saw on the other guys; it made you wonder how Magalon positioned himself in the middle of it all unconsciously.

So you surrendered to your inner desires: you said something about it.

“When I said Nick was incompetent…” You offered. “I wasn’t talking about you or any of the other guys.”

When Benny turned to you with a frown, no longer holding that relaxed expression on his face, you regretted ever mentioning the situation. Ashamed, you lowered your eyes to the half empty cup of diet soda in your hands.

“I didn’t think you were.” You saw him getting closer just a touch, enough to make himself seen. That was probably a mannerism of his.

“The others disagree.”

“Who are the others?”

“Well, the guys,” He snorted at your statement, so you raised your head and saw him with nothing but amusement on his face. “What?”

“You say it like we’re a pack or something.”

“You are not?” The teasing in your tone didn’t pass unnoticed by him, which made you smirk.

“I’m not willing to accept this title.”

A pregnant silence followed the small laughs you two shared, so when the moment died, you stared away, watching the people around the park and feeling the shame start to settle in your guts.

“... Nick is pissed.” Benny got your attention abruptly. He shrugged at your raised eyebrows and surprised expression. “I try not to… You know, interfere a lot.”

“You would be in your right if you did. He’s your buddy.”

“But we both know it’s better to pretend than to start an argument with the guy,” He stated, measuring you up and down. “Or just one of us.”

Instead of giving him a smart answer as you planned, you just turned your eyes back to the park, sipping on the soda to avoid his intense gaze. Those motherfuckin eyes.

“Did you know her? Like, in person?”

Benny didn’t say anything right away, not until you looked at him.

“Saw her in pictures once, then at the hospital. It’s Nick’s stuff.”

“You all have this?”

“This what?”

“Stuff. Specific informants or whatever.”

“It’s what makes every detective, basically. People from your childhood neighborhood, old friends from school or first jobs… Nothing odd,” He shook his head. “It bothered you?”

You sighed, thinking and reconsidering before expressing exactly what gave you the strength to react like that back then. It was like having a big warning sign in front of your eyes or Emma’s voice alerting of the drama it could cause if you told Benny.

Fuck it.

“Isla looks like Debbie. A lot.”

Magalon tilted his head to the side, studying your hesitant expression. You couldn’t read right away what he was looking for or what this information did to his mind, but then you saw him biting his bottom lip to prevent a smile.

“Fuck, you really are smart.”

You frowned.

“Wha-What do you mean?”

“Did she tell you something? Or you just connected the dots?” He pressed. “I’m sure you did it all by yourself, seems like your type.”

“Benny, what the fuck?”

“... Nick is fucking her. Or was, I don’t know anymore.”

It came like that, easy like… like something easy. You blinked dumbly at him, waited for the guy to laugh it off, say it was a joke, but nothing came.

“... And this is… not odd? For detectives?”

“Depends on the detective. I don’t know exactly what made them start this, but we found out one day and it all started to leave us on edge. It was… weird.”

Perhaps Emma knew, it could explain her behavior on the elevator the other day. Perhaps, going even more deep, Nick was doing it before divorcing Debbie officially, which showed you a considerably different version of the guy, one that made you frown because of obvious personal reasons. Well, you weren’t dumb - you knew about their escapades, the strip clubs, the drugs (at a safe distance), things that were already a statement towards certain cops around the Department. From your point of view, you wondered how much of this stuff Debbie dealt until finally finding out about Isla, if that was the case.

And honestly, you didn’t even need a proper answer - Benny had this contemplative ugly face, staring at his own feet.

“So Nick is pissed because I told him he’s the dick we all know he is?”

“Well, he’s not an exception in this line of work. He’s the rule.”

“And you include yourself in it?”

There wasn’t hesitation in his answer.

“I do.”

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Star Power

(For adult eyes only: breast expansion, lactation, mind control, reality alteration. All characters are 18+)

Jenny was a first-year student at her local university. She thought herself to be intelligent, but she knew she got in her own way sometimes, being quiet and sometimes almost painfully shy. It was her first Saturday night away from home after her first week of classes, but she didn’t feel like going out with the other students. Instead, she thought it worthwhile to read her textbooks in preparation for the week ahead.

She was sitting by a window in the common area of a dormitory room she shared with three other girls. She had been in a weird funk this whole week; something about living with other girls her age for the first time had stirred some peculiar feelings in her gut, and raised some questions in her mind. She knew that she was struggling with her own sexuality, an awkward and unwanted distraction when she was just trying to get ahead in her studies.

It certainly doesn’t help either that all of them are so attractive, she thought.

Ugh, what am I thinking? They’re the worst! She sighed, brushing her brown hair behind her ear.

Her three roommates all seemed to care more about boys than their classes, and far below their academics was Jenny, whom they barely tolerated. She could sense their constant disapproval. They tended to ignore her, and when they paid her any attention at all it seemed to be only to belittle or insult her. Two of them were sitting on the couch nearby, idly chatting.

Hannah, a tall athletic girl on a basketball scholarship, was recounting a tale from her first fraternity party the previous evening. Jenny found herself sneaking a peek at Hannah’s long toned legs in her form-fitting exercise pants, and watched her blonde ponytail swishing back and forth.

“I was over by the punch bowl, and Marc was totally checking me out,” Hannah giggled.

“Ohmygoshnoway! You mean Marc the starting quarterback?” Monica, an excitable girl who had just made the volleyball team, was wide-eyed. She had long straight brown hair and pronounced eyebrows, which she would arch knowingly and with devastating effect when teasing Jenny.

“The same! We made plans to meet at the canteen after my basketball practice tomorrow! What should I wear?” Hannah was practically vibrating with excitement. She and Monica had been best friends for years, and Jenny couldn’t help but admit she envied their close relationship. She didn’t have many friendships with other girls… or anyone, really.

Jenny sighed and looked out the window just in time to catch a blue light streaking across the sky overhead. It lasted only a moment before fading away into darkness. A shooting star? I guess I should make a wish, she thought.

I wish that they started talking about something I would find more interesting, she thought to herself as she stared at the stars. She sighed once again, looking back down at her textbook.

“You should wear that babydoll tee from high school! It’s way too small for you now, but it’ll make your boobs look amazing!” Monica suggested, grinning at Hannah.

Jenny’s ears perked up. She turned to see Hannah looking down at Monica’s chest.

“You’re right, I totally should,” Hannah chuckled, “Although, I don’t think I’d be showing him as much cleavage as you would be in that shirt.”

Monica laughed and arched her back, thrusting her big chest towards Hannah.

“Hey Marc, like what you see?” she teased, before continuing.

“Whatever, girl. You say that, but these boobs tend to get in the way when I’m on the volleyball court,” Monica retorted.

“As if! Any girl would be lucky to be carrying those around,” Hannah sighed wistfully, then snorted.

“It’s a good thing Marc saw me first, before you had a chance to jiggle your big boobs at him!”

Jenny rolled her eyes. As much as she had enjoyed this brief moment of admiring her roommates’ breasts, all this talk about boys was boring her. She sighed again, gazing out the window.

A few moments later, her fourth roommate emerged from their shared bathroom. Kelly was on the cheerleading team and gave it all of her focus, leaving her with even less patience for Jenny than what little Hannah and Monica had. She was dressed for a Saturday night out, wearing a tight pink miniskirt and a sleeveless black top. Kelly was a shorter girl, and she tended to overcompensate by wearing the tallest stilettos she could bear. Her long blonde hair fell straight down her back nearly to her taut bottom, and her lips bore a ruby red coloring. She strode towards the doorway, but suddenly stopped in her tracks as her eyes widened at Monica.

“Wow, Monica, your boobs look amazing in that shirt,” Kelly complimented.

“Thanks Kelly! And that neckline – your cleavage looks amazing!” Monica gushed.

Kelly smiled, then looked up to meet Jenny’s eyes. She sighed in disgust; she really didn’t care for that girl at all.

“I’m going out to see Brad. Later, loser,” she rolled her eyes as she turned to leave, but not before taking a long swig from a clear plastic water bottle. Jenny knew herself to be the target of Kelly’s scorn.

Monica turned back towards Hannah, flashing her friend a wide grin.

“Did you see her boobs? Brad is going to flip!” she chuckled.

“For sure. Honestly Monica, you and Kelly both have the most amazing big boobs. I’m so jealous,” Hannah admired.

Jenny felt a moment of acute frustration; she didn’t understand the sensations she kept feeling around her roommates. She loved that for some reason they had suddenly started talking about their breasts, but why now? She didn’t remember such extensive discussion on that topic any other time within the last week.

She knew she couldn’t confide this in them; they would be no help to her. They’d probably just make fun of her… or worse, she thought. Sighing, she stared out the window once again and found herself peering into the darkness of the night sky.

I wish that Kelly wasn’t so mean to me all the time, she thought. A moment later she jumped in surprise when she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. Spinning around in her chair, she looked up to see Kelly standing at her side.

“Hey Jenny!” Kelly was smiling down at her.

“I was thinking maybe you could borrow some of my clothes?”

Jenny was taken aback. “What? Why would I borrow your clothes?”

Kelly laughed. “For the party tonight, silly! Look, your boobs are pretty nice, and I have just the top to help you show ‘em off!”

Before Jenny knew what was happening, Kelly had leaned over to give her a quick hug. Jenny felt the brief crush of Kelly’s big breasts against her shoulder and smelled the delicious scent of her perfume.

“Come on, bestie!” Kelly was still beaming at her.

Jenny’s frustration rushed back to the front of her mind and she let out a disgusted sigh; Kelly was making fun of her again. What did Kelly think she was playing at, trying to pretend like she wanted to spend any time together at all?

Suddenly Monica piped up. “It’s true, Jenny! You should flaunt those boobs more.”

Hannah seemed to agree. “You know Jenny, you and I are nowhere near as big as Kelly or Monica, but we’re not so small either! Your boobs look great!”

Jenny felt embarrassment burning from her roommates once again all ganging up on her.

“Whatever, Hannah,” she muttered, turning back towards the window.

Kelly shrugged, then looked towards the two girls on the couch.

“Yeah, Monica, but your big boobs really do look great in that shirt. So hot.” Kelly grinned at Monica and headed back towards the door.

Jenny’s head was in her hands. She felt her anger simmering as she stared once again into the darkness outside. Why were they still talking about their breasts and teasing her about them? She despaired silently, feeling like there was nothing she could do to earn some respect from her roommates. She looked up to the night sky once more.

I wish I had huge breasts so my roommates would finally appreciate me, she thought, finding herself daydreaming again.

There was a loud WHOOMPH as if from a sudden gust of wind. At once Jenny felt the empty space between her and the table had suddenly filled… with her own flesh? Her expanding breasts demanded more room, and their quickly swelling forms pressed against the table, launching her backwards. Her chair tilted back until she fell over onto the ground.

She was thankfully uninjured and leapt to her feet with a rush of adrenaline, despite the massive new weight she now felt on her chest. Her plain white shirt was nowhere near large enough to contain her new breasts – at least, it shouldn’t have been. She found herself wearing an extra-large tee that fit snugly around her huge new chest, each of her big breasts now far larger than her own head. They were astonishingly firm and taut, extending down to her navel and out to her elbows, and as best as she could tell from a quick feel, they were completely natural. It was like they were somehow meant to fill the cavernous space in her oversized t-shirt.

Kelly, nearly out the door, heard the crash of something falling to the ground. She spun around and saw her roommate standing awkwardly, then rushed back to Jenny’s side.

“Are you okay, Jenny?” Kelly was holding Jenny’s shoulder again and seemed genuinely concerned.

Jenny felt a curious twist in her mind. It was true: she’d always had these huge breasts. She sensed a second set of memories forming, remembering suddenly that she’d been so shy in high school only because she was embarrassed by her big chest.

“Yeah Jenny, you need to be careful carrying those huge boobs around!” Monica chuckled.

Hannah laughed. “You know, I spend lots of time with basketballs… but damn, girl! Are you sure you don’t want to go to the party with Kelly? The guys will be all over you!”

Kelly stared openly at Jenny’s breasts. “I thought Mon’s boobs looked great, but seriously Jenny, your huge boobs are so beautiful in anything, even a t-shirt!” she marveled.

Jenny was floored. Did they not see her chest growing just now? Why did her shirt change as well? She turned around, feeling the huge new weight of her bosom settling slowly, looking out the window once more. Could it be that shooting star? Are my wishes coming true?

She found herself stammering. “It’s, er, no thanks. I’m just trying to get ahead on my reading.”

She picked up the chair, righting it and sitting back down, though much farther from the table this time. She gazed again out the window.

“Don’t mind me,” she mumbled.

She was trying to play it cool, but her thoughts were racing a mile a minute. She knew that she had a chance to get back at her roommates while also exploring the confusing feelings inside her. She raised her eyes to the starry sky once again. There’s only one way to find out, she thought.

I wish that my roommates felt the same way I feel about girls, she thought with glee, then spun around in excited anticipation.

Hannah and Monica were suddenly sitting much closer together on the couch. Jenny watched as Hannah leaned in, brushing Monica’s dark hair behind her ear, then kissed her on the cheek. Monica giggled, then looked up to see Jenny staring at them with wide eyes.

“Not here, Hannah! We have an audience,” she chuckled.

Hannah grinned, then turned to look at Jenny. “Whatever, girlfriend. She’s had plenty of chances to join us, but she never seemed interested.”

“Yeah, but I sure wish she would,” Monica pouted.

“Jenny, we just love your huge boobs, so why not share them with us? I promise we’ll make you feel good,” she added, openly staring at Jenny’s huge chest.

Kelly was still standing next to Jenny’s chair, speaking now in a dismissive tone.

“Girls, you need to back off. Jenny and I have been together only since we first met last week. You two have been an item for years!” she harrumphed.

Hannah rolled her eyes. “Whatever, Kelly. How can you keep Jenny’s glorious boobs to yourself?”

“They’re just so huge,” Monica marveled, still staring at Jenny. “I can’t get enough of them.”

Kelly put one hand on her hip. “Look, girls, I know we all love Jenny’s breasts, but you need to give us some space.”

Hannah turned back towards Monica, again kissing her girlfriend’s cheek.

“It’s okay babe,” she cooed. “We still have each other, and your big boobs are all mine.”

Jenny sat back in shock. Kelly was now her girlfriend, being protective of her? And Hannah and Monica had been together for years now too? Kelly was still being awfully pushy though, and Jenny wouldn’t have minded having a little more control over the situation.

She turned to look out the window once more.

I wish that my roommates would do whatever I say, or believe whatever I want them to believe, she thought. She almost couldn’t believe her own thoughts. Was this a side of herself she had never explored until now? She turned again to face Hannah and Monica on the couch.

She found herself stammering, still shocked at herself but too curious not to try an experiment.

“H… Hannah, Monica, you two should get back to making out.”

Hannah grinned at her. “Sure, Jenny,” she smiled, then turned back to embrace Monica. She reached up with both hands to grab at her girlfriend’s big breasts through her shirt, the two girls losing themselves in a deep sensual kiss. Jenny’s eyes widened as she watched their tongues wrestling, hearing Monica moaning softly into Hannah’s mouth as her girlfriend squeezed her chest.

Jenny felt a pang of jealousy and a rush of excitement at the prospect of achieving her own first kiss. She stood, her heart racing, and turned towards Kelly.

“Kiss me, Kelly,” she whispered, again almost unable to believe what she was saying. Kelly flashed her a wide smile with her ruby red lips, brushing her long blonde hair behind her ears, and leaned in and pressed their chests together. Jenny marveled at the delicious sensation of Kelly’s big chest pressing into her huge breasts as their lips met in a torrid embrace. Kelly was clearly an expert kisser, losing herself in her efforts around Jenny’s tongue, putting in a valiant effort despite Jenny’s clear lack of experience.

Jenny was thrilled at the sensation of Kelly’s tongue in her mouth, but something wasn’t right. She felt her heart drop. How could she do this to these girls? Wasn’t she being awfully selfish, using them like this for her own ends? Suddenly disgusted with herself, she pushed Kelly away and spun around to face the window once more, crossing her arms underneath her newly grown breasts.

I wish that I didn’t feel guilty about anything I do to my roommates, Jenny thought to herself. She had almost stopped herself – what was she becoming? – but just as soon as her doubts had appeared, they had suddenly vanished, replaced by a comforting sense of power and control. She spun around to face her roommates once again, now smirking at them.

“Hannah, Monica, stop making out and stand up,” she said. The two girls disentangled themselves and stood, facing her.

Monica was again staring openly at Jenny’s chest, grasping with one hand at her own breast through her shirt.

“Wow, Jenny, I just love your huge breasts. Won’t you show us your pretty nipples?”

Jenny ignored her. “Kelly, go stand next to Hannah,” she directed. Kelly did just that, smiling expectantly back at her.

She took a moment to study her three roommates. They had all been so cruel to her, but now she finally had a chance to make things right. She could feel contempt for these girls rising within herself.

“All of you, take off your clothes. When you’re here in our room, you won’t wear anything except for your high heels,” she intoned.

“Anything for you, Jenny!” Hannah giggled.

“If that’s what you want, Jenny!” Monica smiled, still staring at Jenny’s big breasts.

“Good idea, babe! This will be fun!” Kelly grinned at her girlfriend.

All three girls disrobed at once. Hannah and Monica were standing nude, while Kelly was left wearing only her stilettos from her party outfit. Jenny admired Kelly’s beautiful toes in her heels, then turned back to Hannah and Monica.

“Hannah, Monica, go fetch your highest heels and bring them here.”

They smiled at her and turned to leave, but then Jenny had an idea.

“Wait. I want you to crawl. Slowly,” she smirked.

Hannah dropped to the floor, her long slender legs propelling her forward even as she smiled up at Jenny. Monica fell in behind Hannah, and Jenny smiled down at them as they turned to slowly crawl away. They were thrusting their hips up and out, but Jenny’s grin soured when she saw their furry pussies winking at her. Well, this won’t do at all, she thought.

Jenny sat in her chair again, crossing her legs under her huge hanging chest.

“Come here, Kelly,” she pointed to the floor next to her chair, and Kelly immediately walked over, standing next to her. Jenny smiled up at her girlfriend’s pretty features framed by her long blonde hair.

“Give me your nipple,” she whispered. Kelly grinned and bent at her waist, presenting her big chest at Jenny’s eye level. Jenny leaned forward slightly, sucking into her mouth Kelly’s left nipple and much of her surrounding breast.

A minute later she was grinning as she peeked out from Kelly’s cleavage at the sight of Hannah and Monica returning, crawling back to her with each hand grasping one of a pair of high heels. Kelly was still bending at the waist, wrapping her big chest around her girlfriend’s head, and turned her head to smile at Hannah and Monica on the floor.

Kelly’s eyes widened at Monica. “Oh wow, Monica, I love how your big boobs hang down as you’re crawling!” she marveled.

Monica grinned up at Kelly as she shuffled past. “Thanks Kelz, but I think we’d all still love to see Jenny’s huge boobs!”

Hannah had suddenly stopped crawling, turning to look curiously behind her towards Monica. Monica was still grinning up at Kelly, not paying attention as she continued forward to run face-first into Hannah’s outthrust pussy. Hannah giggled, smiling as she made eye contact with her girlfriend crawling just behind her.

Hannah nodded up at Kelly. “You’re totally right Kelly, her big breasts look so good while she’s crawling!”

Jenny grinned as she waited for them to crawl back next to the couch, then had a further thought.

“Hannah, Monica, from now on you’ll always crawl when you move around our room, unless I say otherwise.”

The two girls smiled up at Jenny from their positions near the floor.

“Of course, Jenny!” Hannah tittered.

“That’s so hot, I love it!” Monica offered.

Jenny chuckled at them. “Hannah, Monica, stand up. Kelly, help them put on their heels,” she intoned.

Kelly unwrapped her cleavage from Jenny’s head and walked over to the couch. She crouched to help her friends put on their shoes, making sure to spread her legs wide open towards Jenny. Hannah and Monica daintily lifted one leg, then the other, as they enjoyed the attention from their roommate. Kelly left lots of small kisses on each of their legs as she lovingly fastened her friends’ high heels to their toes.

Jenny found her eyes drawn towards Hannah, the beautiful tall blonde now towering even higher in her heels. She was stunning, an amazon goddess, but still in need of some improvements. Jenny turned back towards the window.

I wish that the wishes I make using “we” or “us” or “our” will apply to me and my roommates, and I wish that we had no hair growing below our necks, she focused as she stared at the starry sky.

She turned back around and luxuriated in the beautiful sight of her roommates’ newly denuded pussies. The girls were clearly feeling every bit as aroused as she was feeling, just as she had wished. Hannah couldn’t seem to help herself and had taken this opportunity to bend slightly at her knees, leaning over her long legs and rubbing with both hands at the nude pussies of the girls on either side of her.

Jenny wasn’t having it. “That’s enough, Hannah. All of you, come over here,” Jenny pointed at the floor in front of her chair.

Kelly immediately walked over, standing directly in front of Jenny’s chair, flashing a wide smile down at her girlfriend. She was followed some time later by Hannah and Monica, who had both dropped to the ground, crawling around the table in front of the couch to arrive on either side of her.

“All of you, on your knees,” Jenny ordered. Kelly dropped between Hannah and Monica, all of them now upright on their knees, naked and smiling at her. Jenny again delighted in the sense of power and control she felt over these girls, then thought back to her fumbling efforts with Kelly a few minutes earlier.

“We’re going to play a game. Let’s find out who’s the best kisser!” Jenny grinned at them.

All of their faces lit up, beaming at her.

“Yay! I like this game!” grinned Hannah.

“Babe, you know I always give you the best kisses!” leered Kelly.

“No way, I’m the best kisser! Just ask Hannah!” urged Monica.

Jenny swiveled back to the desk and picked up a small glass from which she’d been drinking. It was about a quarter full of water. Spinning back around, she splashed its contents at Kelly.

Kelly laughed, her face dripping wet.

“Oh Jenny, you’re so silly sometimes!” she chuckled. Hannah and Monica giggled along with her.

Jenny placed the glass flat on the carpet in front of her chair, then gave it a vigorous spin. It soon came to a stop, pointing most closely towards Hannah. The tall blonde girl brightened, grinning widely with anticipation.

Jenny grabbed at Hannah’s blonde ponytail and pulled her in, their tongues extended and sliding together. Jenny fumbled around with her tongue in Hannah’s mouth, enjoying the curious sensation of her tongue being sucked and their lips smacking together. After about a minute, she sat back and pushed Hannah away. Kelly and Monica had been staring at them in silence, their eyes wide.

“Not bad, Hannah,” Jenny remarked, leaning back in her chair.

Monica whistled. “That was so hot, Hannah!” she marveled, smiling at her girlfriend.

“It’s a good thing we’ve had so much kissing practice with each other before this contest!” she added.

Jenny reached down and spun the glass once again. It came to rest facing Monica, who grinned at her, lewdly shaking her big naked breasts and brushing her dark hair behind her ears.

Jenny sneered at her, then announced, “Challenge round! Hannah, you get to distract your girlfriend however you like, but using only your mouth.”

“Wha –“ Monica started, but Jenny immediately pressed her lips to the brunette’s, cutting her off. Hannah giggled as she crawled behind Kelly to arrive at Monica’s other side. Straightening up, she gave a long slow lick across her girlfriend’s ear, hearing her whimpering into Jenny’s mouth.

Monica was facing a quandary. She knew it was so important to give her roommate the very best kiss possible to win the contest, but she feared her girlfriend would know just how to distract her! As she was tonguing Jenny’s mouth, she sensed Hannah’s weight shifting next to her and realized at the last moment what her girlfriend had planned.

No, not there! It’s too much! Not while I’m – Monica was inwardly panicking, but hoped her desperation didn’t come across to Jenny while they were kissing.

Hannah bent down, sucking Monica’s left nipple into her mouth. She licked at the big teat, smacking her lips and making the loudest sucking noises she could, thinking it all the more distracting while her girlfriend was trying to focus.

Jenny found herself laughing at Monica’s obvious predicament and pushed her backwards, disengaging their kiss. Hannah’s lips detached from her girlfriend’s nipple with an audible *pop*.

“Sorry Mon! You had to know I would go for your big sexy boobs,” Hannah giggled at the brunette on the floor.

Jenny tried on her best announcer voice. “Double challenge round! Hannah, Monica, I want you both sucking on Kelly’s nipples.”

Kelly’s eyes widened as Hannah crawled behind her, appearing once again at her other side. Kelly immediately lunged at Jenny, trying to kiss her girlfriend before her roommates were able to distract her. She found it admittedly very difficult to concentrate, feeling incredible sensations coming from her big chest as her nipples were sucked. Her ears filled with even louder smacking noises than during the previous round.

Focus! You can do this Kelly! Do it for your girlfriend, the cheerleader thought to herself. She gave it her all, but couldn’t hide her disappointment when she felt Jenny pushing her away only a few seconds later. Still, she had at least succeeded in smearing her ruby red lip coloring all around Jenny’s mouth, and found it quite fetching on her girlfriend. She hoped it might count in her favor for bonus points.

“That was impressive, Kelly,” Jenny remarked, studying all three girls for a moment.

“You three, kiss.”

Hannah and Monica leaned towards Kelly, all three girls tonguing each other in a wanton display, even as their eyes peered questioningly at Jenny. Was this another challenge round? They couldn’t be sure, but they knew it was important to Jenny so they gave their all to kissing each other. Jenny pitched forward, studying her roommates spreading Kelly’s lipstick on each other, trying to derive any means to improve her own skills.

There’s no substitute for practice, Jenny thought.

“Now all of you, kiss me,” she whispered.

They lunged at her, all of them trying to make out with Jenny at the same time. They were no longer kissing each other; rather, they all seemed to be forcing their own tongues into her mouth simultaneously. She enjoyed the curious sensation of three other girls’ tongues on her own, but found it difficult to concentrate with her roommates fighting each other.

Jenny pushed the other girls back, then looked into her girlfriend’s eyes.

“Congratulations Kelly, you won the contest! You were an incredible kisser, overcoming nearly insurmountable odds to emerge victorious,” she embellished.

Kelly let loose a cheer, though perhaps not one she’d learned on the cheerleading team.

“Yay! Me and Jenny, sitting in a tree, KAY EYE ESS ESS –“

“Ugh,” Jenny interrupted her. “Seriously, Kelly?”

Kelly pouted momentarily, then grinned widely at her girlfriend. She couldn’t stay mad at that sexy brunette with the huge boobs!

“Sorry, Hannah and Monica,” Jenny said, turning to the runners-up.

“You didn’t win, but you still get a consolation prize!” she grinned at them.

“We do? Hooray!” Hannah cheered.

“Oh wow! What do we get?” Monica tittered.

“You both win Kelly’s lipstick! But here’s the catch: you have to collect it yourselves with only your mouths! Readysetgo!” Jenny announced with dramatic flair.

Kelly saw Hannah and Monica leaping at her and she fell back, tackled to the ground. They were not quite kissing her as much as rubbing their lips all around her mouth, trying to coat themselves in her lipstick. She giggled at the curious sensation and enjoyed the intimate attention from her roommates.

A moment later, Jenny had another game in mind.

“All of you, sit up,” she ordered, and at once they were on their knees again, smiling at her. She looked into her girlfriend’s eyes.

“Truth or dare, Kelly?”

“Truth! But babe, you know I could never lie to you,” Kelly cooed.

Jenny grinned at her.

“Something true about you that I love, Kelly, is how you always greet your roommates with a wet sloppy kiss!”

Kelly immediately lunged forward, closing her eyes and pressing her lips to Jenny’s. While she was animatedly tonguing her girlfriend, Monica piped up, sounding perplexed.

“That’s not how… you didn’t even ask her a question, Jenny!” the brown-haired girl boggled, before continuing.

“Besides, obviously we all know about Kelly’s very friendly greetings. It’s been a week, after all!” she reminded Jenny.

Hannah gave an appreciative whistle. “Kelly is such an amazing kisser, though! After all, she won the contest! It makes sense that she’s always smooching us.”

After Jenny had moaned her satisfaction, Kelly leaned back and turned to kiss Hannah for a while. A minute later, she broke her kiss with Hannah and swung around to look at Monica.

“You know I’d never forget about you, sweetie!” Kelly grinned at the brunette, then leaned in to share a sloppy kiss with her.

Jenny interrupted their embrace. “All of you, go sit on the couch.”

Kelly stood and paced over to the couch, sitting at one end. Hannah and Monica fell into formation, crawling slowly towards Kelly, then climbing up onto the couch next to her. As Hannah and then Monica sat down, Kelly smiled at them, giving each girl in turn another quick kiss in greeting. All three sat pressed close together, clearly enjoying the sensation of each other’s nude skin.

Jenny pondered at them for a moment, then turned back to the window. It’s time to turn up the heat, she thought.

I wish that when anyone looks at my roommates’ breasts, my roommates will get more aroused and their nipples will fully harden. The more they are desired by others, the more aroused they will feel, and this is all a new experience for them, Jenny thought.

Jenny turned back around and admired the sight of her three nude roommates awaiting her commands. She made eye contact with Monica, who gave a small whimper from the sudden attention.

“Girls, wouldn’t you say Monica has the most beautiful big breasts?” she suggested, gesturing at Monica on the couch.

Kelly and Hannah turned to look at Monica’s big chest. At once Monica suddenly felt a burning heat within her, and her pointy nipples became obviously erect. She squirmed under the hot gaze of the other three girls.

Kelly whistled. “You’re right Jenny, Monica’s breasts really are incredible.”

Hannah nodded as she stared at Monica’s chest. “I just love her big nipples! And it looks like she enjoys us looking at her.”

Kelly nodded. “You’re right Hannah, but you know, Jenny’s huge breasts are even bigger,” she offered.

Monica was still squirming from the attention, now squeezing her legs together.

“Oooh, girls, you’re making me so hot!” she gasped.

Jenny’s eyes lowered to her roommates’ midsections. They were clearly feeling Jenny’s eyes on them even as they continued to stare at Monica’s breasts, and all three girls wantonly spread their legs for her, crossing their legs over each other. Hannah was unsubtly licking her lips as she stared at Monica’s big nipples. Jenny turned to the window once more.

I wish that our pussies will drip and squirt profusely when we’re aroused and when we climax, and we’ll never get dehydrated as a result, and this is new for me but not for my roommates, she grinned to herself. Why should they have all the fun?

She paused for a moment, delighting in the feel of her panties and shorts immediately soaking through with her arousal. She looked down between her huge breasts and unbuttoned her shorts, hearing someone gasp as she lowered them to the floor and stepped out of them, leaving just her oversized t-shirt and drenched panties. A stream of wetness was continually running down one of her legs, but there was one more thing she wanted.

I wish that when any of my roommates has an orgasm, their breasts and nipples will grow larger, and the bigger their breasts grow, the more sensitive to pleasure they become. This is a new experience for them, she thought. She was finally exploring her deepest desires, and she exalted in the delirious sense of power she felt over the other girls.

Jenny turned back around again, grinning with anticipation. Three pairs of beautiful legs were still spread open for her, crossing over each other, and she saw all three nude gashes were absolutely soaked, dripping down onto the couch below them. Monica seemed to be especially aroused; her pussy was periodically squirting small gushes of her juices as she writhed under her roommates’ continued attention.

Jenny chuckled at Monica’s obvious need, then spoke cheerfully.

“But girls, wouldn’t you say that Kelly’s big boobs are just as impressive as Monica’s?” she grinned, as all four sets of eyes swiveled towards Kelly’s chest.

Kelly immediately felt herself burning hot, squeezing her legs together involuntarily from the sensation of her roommates’ attention. Even her own gaze on her big chest seemed to contribute to her urgent need. She was trying to rub her gushing pussy on the couch below her, but she wasn’t getting any relief.

Hannah admired Kelly’s big breasts and watched her nipples quickly harden. “Wow Kelly, Jenny is so right. Your boobs really are beautiful – I’m so jealous!”

Monica leaned forward, resting her big breasts on her knees, as she looked around Hannah towards Kelly. “Yeah! Kelly, your nipples are so hard! Oh my gosh, and your pussy is so wet!”

Kelly was quivering from the heat she felt from all of their eyes looking at her. She knew her pussy had always been so embarrassingly drippy and wet when she got turned on, and the sensation from her roommates’ attention was making her gush onto the couch. She felt a warm wet spot quickly spreading under her legs.

Jenny, Hannah, and Monica continued to stare at Kelly’s heaving chest. Her nipples were straining, diamond-hard, and she was panting, clearly edging towards climax. Jenny grinned at Kelly’s predicament and wanted to push her further.

“Hannah, blow gently across Kelly’s nipples,” Jenny whispered.

Hannah giggled, leaning to the side and teasing Kelly’s teats with her hot breath. It was all too much for Kelly, and she felt herself plunge over the edge.

“Oh HannnNNNAAAAH!” Kelly screamed, achieving a tremendous climax. Her pussy squirted great voluminous jets of nearly translucent liquid, arcing nearly to the ceiling before landing upon herself, Hannah and Monica next to her, and even reaching the other side of the room to splash across Jenny’s overburdened t-shirt. Even after such an impressive display, Kelly could feel her dripping gash was still streaming her liquids down her legs and the couch below her.

Kelly fell back into the couch, panting and wheezing with her eyes closed, but she could sense the other girls still watching her and she again felt incredibly turned on. She opened her eyes, her pretty features flushed and her long blonde hair soaked, to look up at Jenny.

“Ohmygosh, I’m so sorry, girls!” she was blushing a deep red.

“It’s that... I’ve always had this condition. I just get so wet sometimes, and when I climax, well, you can see how much I squirt!”

Jenny was grinning widely, watching her roommates’ antics. She felt a near-constant deluge of her own arousal gushing forth from her newly hairless pussy, continuously soaking through her panties and dripping down her bare legs.

Hannah reached over, lovingly brushing Kelly’s wet blonde hair behind her ear.

“It’s okay, sweetie,” she smiled at the shorter girl.

“That was really hot! And I’ll tell you a secret too: I’ve always been quite the squirter myself,” she continued, blushing.

Monica laughed. “That’s an understatement!” She lovingly jabbed her girlfriend in the ribs.

“The truth is, we’re both big squirters! We always get so wet every time we’re together.”

Hannah grinned back at Monica. “It’s true! Kelly, we’ve always been able to squirt as much as you just did!”

Kelly was stunned and delighted to find that her friends shared her condition and, with the added sensation of still feeling their eyes on her, she knew another shuddering orgasm was about to overtake her. Her pussy was again betraying her arousal by gushing huge arcs of her essence every few seconds.

“That’s amazing, girls!” she gasped as a particularly acute shudder spurted a huge jet of liquid from her pussy across the far wall.

“You two have me so turned on right now!” she was almost moaning.

Jenny caught Kelly on a knife’s edge.

“Kelly, would you mind telling us your biggest fetishes?” she queried.

“Sure Jenny!” Kelly grinned, straining through her arousal.

“I just love how wet my pussy gets when I’m turned on, and I’ve always enjoyed how amazingly big my squirting orgasms can get! I love big boobs too, both mine and other girls’, but I’d really like to see yours right now, Jenny! And you know I love kissing you pretty girls!”

Kelly was blushing and sweating, clearly overwhelmed by so freely revealing her secrets combined with the attention from her roommates gazing at her, and felt herself plunging over the edge once again. She strained to look back at her roommates through the waves of her shuddering climax, marveling at them even through the intensity of her own arousal.

“Oh my gosh, you weren’t kidding – look at you two, your pussies are so wet!” she admired.

Hannah and Monica were grinning, holding hands as they squirmed under the attention from Kelly and Jenny. Hannah’s sopping pussy let out a short jet of squirt, which arced through the air and contributed to a growing wet area on the carpet. Monica’s dripping pussy soon followed, gushing in sympathy with her friend.

Monica was grinning widely at Kelly, squeezing Hannah’s hand in her own. “Yeah! You and Jenny are making our pussies so wet!”

Jenny pondered, suddenly wondering about any logistical issues that might get in the way of her fun. She looked out the window behind her once again.

I wish that our room was totally soundproof and waterproof, but without any obvious changes to its appearance, except that we all share one extra-large bed, she thought, then heard a familiar WHOOMPH of rushing air coming from one of the bedrooms. None of the other girls seemed to notice it.

Jenny turned around to continue watching Kelly closely. Her girlfriend had been giving gradually smaller shudders for the last minute even as she was talking to them. Jenny noticed that each shrinking shudder was accompanied by a progressively smaller jet of liquid arcing from Kelly’s pussy. Is she still climaxing? she pondered. We’re two orgasms behind one of my wishes…

Kelly’s second climax had been brought on and further extended by the revelation that her sexy roommates looked just as wet as she was, and she didn’t notice the soft WHOOMPH below her as their nylon couch suddenly changed to a light tan leather. At last she felt the end of her second shuddering orgasm, even though she could sense her pussy still dripping, and at once she became aware of a curiously pleasurable sensation in her breasts.

It seemed to Jenny that all three of her roommates were feeling the same thing, as all of them suddenly glanced down at their own chests. She saw all of them start squirming as their attention to their own breasts got them even more turned on, then gasped with delight as all of their chests suddenly surged larger in two great waves. Kelly and Monica’s huge bosoms were now easily larger than their own heads, while Hannah’s smaller chest had swelled larger than Monica’s had been only moments before.

Hannah gasped. “Ohmygosh! Did my… did my boobs just grow?” She paused for a moment before grinning widely. “That is so hot!”

Monica was watching her own chest growing larger; it felt simply amazing. She turned at once to admire her girlfriend’s newly swollen breasts.

“Mine did too! Oh Hannah, you’re amazing! Your boobs are so much bigger now!” Monica gushed, staring at Hannah’s much larger nipples, which seemed to strain even more erect under her gaze.

Kelly grinned at her roommates, hefting her own bigger chest in her hands as she turned back towards Hannah. “So did mine! Wow Hannah, your big nipples look so hard now!”

Hannah was grinning widely, her eyes shooting back and forth between Kelly, Monica, and her own newly-grown breasts. She reached up, grasping her completely erect nipples, and shuddered from the sensation. She could feel the other three girls watching her, and she felt herself burning even hotter.

“Ooooh! My big nipples feel soooo good!” she whimpered, gently twisting her own teats.

Jenny was momentarily taken aback. She hadn’t expected Kelly’s climaxes to cause all of their chests to grow.

I’ll have to be more careful in wording these wishes, she realized with a start. Maybe I should slow things down for a moment?

She deliberately averted her eyes from the couch before speaking quietly but firmly.

“Kelly, why don’t you make a snack for us?”

Kelly flashed a wide grin back at her. “Sure, Jenny!” she smiled, then stood in her high heels, pacing delicately towards their small shared kitchenette. Jenny watched Kelly’s heels clicking delicately on the tile floor, leaving large puddles behind with every footstep as the girl’s incredibly effusive arousal streamed down both of her legs. As Kelly stepped in front of their pantry, pausing to let her big new breasts settle, she could still feel Jenny’s eyes on her from the other room. A growing puddle of her sticky arousal quickly spread on the floor between her heels, flowing lazily back towards the doorway to their common room.

She heard Jenny’s voice calling to her. “Hey Kelly, what’s your major again?”

She grinned, calling a response to her sexy girlfriend, and couldn’t resist embellishing.

“We haven’t declared majors yet, silly! But I’m thinking about nursing. You know, like I’d like to nurse from those beautiful boobs of yours, girl!”

Jenny grinned deviously; Kelly had given her an idea. She turned once again to gaze at the dark void through her window.

I wish that Kelly’s major was *wet* nursing! She’s studying to be a lactation expert, and it’s a good thing that she never gets dehydrated, because any liquid she drinks will immediately become milk in her breasts! Jenny thought. It might be useful having an expert around, she grinned to herself, keeping her focus on the night sky.

I wish that any excess liquid spilled in our room will be quickly cleaned up, she thought. The idea of making a sexy wet mess with her roommates got her turned on again, and a huge gush of her arousal soon splashed through her panties, streaming onto the floor between her legs. After a few moments, it seemed to fade away, leaving the carpet clean and dry. Even the smaller streams of her dripping wetness that seemed to flow without end down her bare legs somehow left no mark on the carpet below. She marveled for a moment at the power of her wishes.

A moment later, she heard Kelly’s stilettos clicking as her girlfriend returned from the kitchenette, now carrying a small tray with four glasses. Kelly walked with a curiously wet-sounding *squelch-squelch*, as her gushing arousal continued to slicken her legs as they rubbed together. The large wet puddles left behind by her footsteps quickly faded away a step or two behind her.

Kelly set down her tray on the small table in front of their couch, then paced towards the window. Jenny looked up to see Kelly’s breasts bouncing as her girlfriend approached, then immediately saw a gush of liquid splattering from her pussy onto the carpet below. Kelly grinned, bending over to give her girlfriend a quick wet smooch, and enjoying the sensation of feeling Jenny watching her.

Kelly smiled and stood upright again, turning towards Hannah and Monica seated on the couch, then walked towards them. Bending over again, she gave each girl another quick wet kiss on the lips. As she kissed each girl in turn, their own dripping pussies released huge gushes of their squirt that sprayed across the table, including the tray that Kelly had just set down.

On the tray were four small glasses, each filled with an opaque white liquid. Kelly stood, smiling at her friends on the couch, delighting in how she saw them blushing from her attention.

“Girls, I’ve brought you each a glass of my milk!” she grinned. “I squeezed it fresh just now.”

Jenny’s eyes widened. Kelly had filled all of those glasses just now? That was so –

“Hot!” Monica exclaimed with a giggle. “Your big milky boobs are so sexy, Kelly, and I’ve been wondering when you’d let us try your milk!”

“No kidding! Kelly, I’ve been admiring your milky breasts since we met last week!” Hannah smiled up at her.

Kelly felt all of her roommates’ eyes on her once more. She shuddered from the attention, struggling to stay standing. Her nipples seemed to extend even further, and her incredible bare pussy quickly started gushing her juices in even greater volumes. Jenny’s eyes widened as Kelly’s nipples started leaking, streaming, and finally spraying with fine arcs of her breast milk. Jenny suddenly remembered the water bottle that Kelly had been drinking from only a few minutes earlier; its contents had been quickly turned to milk in her breasts.

Kelly gasped, again blushing in front of her roommates as she felt the need to divulge another secret about herself.

“Gosh, girls, I’m so sorry again! It’s my breast milk,” she giggled nervously. “Every time I get this turned on, it just sprays from my nipples!”

Hannah and Monica both chuckled at Kelly’s milky spray arcing several feet in front of her. Some of the spray was landing in the four glasses still on the table, overflowing the cups onto the tray below. Only Jenny seemed to notice the excess milk on the tray slowly fade away.

Monica seemed impressed.

“That is so hot! Your big boobs are so milky, Kelly!” she gushed. Her roommate’s huge chest was really turning her on, and she felt her own pussy suddenly squirting again in sympathy, gushing across the table next to the tray. Some of her squirt seemed to land in the glasses, mixing with Kelly’s milk.

“I’ll say!” Hannah agreed, then turned to her girlfriend, playfully bumping Monica on the arm.

“I want to try her milk so badly, so can you keep your squirt to yourself for a hot minute?” she giggled, before turning back towards Kelly. Her own wet center was positively gushing from the sight of Kelly’s amazing spraying nipples.

Kelly was riding waves of pleasure from the loving feeling of sharing her milky bounty with her roommates, combined with the sensation of their eyes on her big breasts. She felt herself climaxing once again. She rubbed furiously at her pussy with one hand, splashing her furiously gushing squirt on her roommates, the couch, the table, and absolutely everywhere else, as her other hand grasped and squeezed at one of her nipples, hosing down everything in front of her with the incredible volume of her milk.

Hannah and Monica were laughing with glee. They didn’t even have to drink from the glasses – Kelly’s milk was coming to their mouths where they sat! They luxuriated in the delicious taste, licking the streaming milk off their own arms and legs.

Hannah was basking in the sensation of Kelly’s hot milk covering her bare skin. She turned to Monica next to her and leaned in, the two girlfriends sharing a milky kiss.

A few moments later, Monica broke her kiss with Hannah, gasping.

“Your hot milk tastes so good, Kelly!”

Hannah agreed with her girlfriend.

“It’s amazing! I love the taste, Kelly! I’m so happy you finally let us try your milk.”

Jenny was staring with her mouth slightly agape, her hand furiously squelching against her own dripping pussy through her panties, as she saw her roommates’ breasts all expand once again from Kelly’s climax. Kelly’s huge milky boobs and Monica’s impressive pair were now approaching the size of her own huge chest, while Hannah’s wasn’t far behind.

Hannah moaned loudly, grasping at her own growing breasts.

“Ooh, I forgot about that! I love how my boobs get bigger when we cum together!”

Kelly and Monica were both moaning, lost in the sensation of their own growing chests. It seemed to Jenny that it must have been quite overwhelming for them, as all three of their spurting pussies suddenly released fresh blasts of their juices across their legs, the floor, and anything nearby, which dutifully faded away only moments later.

Jenny pulled herself together enough to issue a command.

“Hannah, Monica, lick Kelly’s milk from each other. And Kelly, keep spraying them!” Jenny urged, but she hadn’t particularly needed to, as Hannah and Monica had once again melted into each other’s arms, their needy tongues searching for and swallowing Kelly’s effusive milk.

Kelly grinned, turning to face her friends on the couch, as she moved her hand from her dripping pussy up to her other spurting nipple. She gently hugged and squeezed her huge chest, delighting in the sensation of spraying milk all over her friends.

This gave Jenny another idea. “Kelly, go get one of your nursing bras,” she commanded.

Kelly smiled back at her. “Of course Jenny, but I’m not sure they’ll fit me right now!”

Jenny paused; the girl was probably right. Still, this was nothing she couldn’t remedy, she thought, as she turned once again to her window.

I wish we all had lots of sexy clothes that fit us no matter how large we grow, Jenny thought into the darkness outside.

Sure enough, Kelly returned a moment later, her heels clicking and her pussy still gushing as she twirled an extra large bra around her finger. Jenny’s eyes widened; it was by far the largest bra she’d ever seen. And it was… a sexy, nearly transparent nursing bra?

Kelly was grinning at her. “That was silly of me, I totally forgot that I had all of these nursing bras for my big milky boobs! I have only been going to lactation classes for a week, though!”

Jenny smiled back at her. “Put on your bra, Kelly, and open the flaps. Let’s see your pretty nipples.”

Kelly did just that, expertly slinging her huge milky breasts into the large cups as if she’d done it a thousand times before. She smiled as she lowered the flaps over her nipples, exposing her huge erect teats and seeing them once again idly leaking milk. She felt the added heat from her own eyes joining Jenny’s on her dripping teats. She was thankful for the extra support of her undergarment as she felt her milky spray slowly increasing as she got even more turned on.

Jenny frowned; she had been hoping to see some even more impressive lactation from Kelly, but everything so far seemed so tame to her.

“Kelly, why don’t you try some milk?” Jenny’s frown turned to a grin as she gestured to the glasses on the small table.

Kelly’s eyes lit up as she watched a powerful gush of juices spraying through Jenny’s panties.

“Oh my! Jenny, you know I just love the taste of my milk!”

She bent at the waist, her huge spurting nipples momentarily dousing her own long bare legs and her toes in her stilettos in great sheets of her milk. She giggled from the warm sensation of her milk on her sensitive skin, then straightened upright, now grasping one of the glasses of her milk in one hand. With little additional ceremony, she tilted her head back, finishing the entire glass in one go.

She let out a satisfied sigh, then licked along the milk mustache on her upper lip, withdrawing her tongue to swallow her leftover milk. She just loved the taste of her milky bounty, and she was so thrilled to see her roommates did as well. She exalted in the taste.

“Mmm, my milk is so good!” she smiled, turning to Jenny and winking at her girlfriend.

“And you know drinking it makes my boobs extra milky, too!”

Jenny’s eyes widened. It made a strange kind of sense that, for Kelly, some liquids might be milkier than others. Sure enough, Kelly’s lactation soon increased, erupting in fresh streams of her milky spray.

Kelly was giggling to herself, bouncing her big boobs around with her hands and arms as she continued spraying her milk all over Hannah, Monica, and the couch.

Jenny felt annoyingly distracted by her soaked panties. She absent-mindedly reached down, around her huge breasts, to pull them down her legs and kick them aside. Her newly hairless pussy gushed immediately at the delicious sensation of finally being exposed to the open air. It continued to send great streams of wetness splashing down her legs and toes before fading on the ground.

Jenny lightly patted the desk next to her. “Come sit here, Kelly,” she smiled at her girlfriend. Kelly smiled back and complied, walking over and setting her slender, dripping wet legs on the surface next to Jenny. Small gushes of her excitement were now and then spraying from her dripping pussy, flowing off the edge of the desk between her knees.

Jenny studied her for a moment.

“You know what Kelly? Take off that bra,” she intoned, and Kelly reached behind herself to expertly unclasp it and toss it aside, leaving her enormous milky breasts naked once again.

Jenny turned back to Hannah and Monica on the couch. They were still embracing, licking Kelly’s milk from each other’s skin, and flushing hot with new urgency as they felt Jenny and Kelly’s eyes watching them.

“Hannah, Monica, I want you to eat each other out. Give each other orgasms until you’re too big to reach each other anymore.” Jenny’s word was law to them.

Hannah’s eyes lit up. “Oh my, thank you Jenny! I’ve always wished my boobs would be as big as yours!” she gushed, even as she crawled into position atop Monica.

Monica, on her back between Hannah’s spread legs, widened her eyes at Jenny.

“Yeah! I want my boobs to –“ she started, but was suddenly interrupted by an unexpected splash of Hannah’s copious squirt flooding her mouth and drenching her face and hair. She luxuriously swallowed her girlfriend’s squirt, then giggled.

Monica and Hannah were doing their best to lick at each other’s dripping pussies, but they were proceeding only in fits and starts. Each girl had to take frequent breaks to come up for air around the gushing pussy of her girlfriend. Jenny frowned once again; this wouldn’t do at all.

“Get in there, you two! I don’t want to see you spill a single drop!” she urged.

Hannah and Monica’s eyes widened. Surely Jenny couldn’t be serious? They’d been eating each other out for years, but in all their time together, they had never been able to swallow but a small fraction of each other’s prodigious squirt. Hannah felt herself leaning forward until she had wrapped her lips firmly around Monica’s gushing pussy, and she sensed the warm sensation in her nethers of Monica having done the same to her.

Hannah felt a moment of encouragement: if Jenny believed they could do this, then surely it must be possible! She was straining upwards, trying to clamp her mouth into a seal around Monica’s pussy, when she suddenly felt a moment of gratitude for her girlfriend.

It’s a good thing Monica’s always been hairless down here, she thought to herself. It makes this much easier!

Hannah and Monica were now playfully sucking at each other’s pussies. Even though they were focused entirely on their ministrations, they could sense Jenny and Kelly were watching them, and felt their own arousal peaking even higher.

Jenny saw Hannah and Monica’s eyes periodically widen as one or the other girl suddenly received an overwhelming mouthful of her girlfriend’s squirt. Each girl would periodically gasp for breath before quickly trying to reattach their lips to her girlfriend’s squirting pussy. After barely a minute, it was clear that they simply couldn’t keep up with each other’s voluminous squirting, and huge gushing swaths of their arousal were dripping down their cheeks, pooling between their breasts, and running down onto the couch. Hannah tried to apply herself with one last valiant effort, but took an unexpected blast of squirt to her face and frowned as it splashed all around her.

Hannah and Monica both felt disappointed in themselves, not least because they sensed that they might have disappointed Jenny. Hannah piped up first, turning towards Jenny, trying to offer an explanation even as her face was dripping with Monica’s juices.

“I’m so sorry Jenny, it’s just that she’s so wet! I can’t swallow it all!” she gasped, trying to speak while being splashed repeatedly in the face by Monica’s continued gushing.

Jenny laughed at her. “Just keep licking each other. I want to see you grow.”

Hannah and Monica immediately set to their task, licking along each other’s gushing pussies. They were clearly experts at this, having years of memories in this position with each other, and each girl knew just how to use her tongue for the greatest effect on her girlfriend.

Within a few minutes, the space between the two entwined girls on the couch had completely filled with growing breast flesh. Hannah and Monica’s huge breasts were rubbing against each other, pressing them further apart, as each girl strained to lean farther and farther in to keep tonguing her girlfriend’s pussy. They could still sense Jenny and Kelly’s rapt attention on them, which made them feel even hotter for each other.

Hannah and Monica’s incredible pussies were now gushing a nearly continuous flow of their arousal onto each other. The deluge from their squirting gashes was plainly audible, soaking their faces and hair and splashing everywhere around them on the couch. Still, they maintained a valiant effort at licking each other, gasping and nearly choking around the incredible flow of liquid spilling all over them.

Out of the corner of her eye, Jenny suddenly became aware of a large, slow moving mass. Kelly’s huge breasts had been growing in sympathy with Hannah and Monica, and her big nursing bra had magically grown as well, still appearing to be perfectly sized for her enormous milky breasts. Jenny reached out, gently patting the side of Kelly’s huge breast nearest her, giggling as Kelly’s huge nipple let out a sudden milky spray that easily covered the distance to their couch and rained onto Hannah and Monica.

Jenny felt a sinister grin covering her face. “Kelly, turn around and lie down, and tilt your head back over the edge of the desk.”

Kelly did just that, her spread legs now facing directly towards the window near Jenny’s desk. The anticipation of whatever Jenny had planned for her was clearly taking its toll on her, and her gushing pussy at once leapt to life, sending periodic arcing sprays of her essence several feet into the air to splash across the glass window. Jenny grinned, seeing the window magically drying itself out, only to be soaked again just a moment later by a fresh deluge of Kelly’s squirt, the cycle repeating every few seconds.

Jenny turned her eyes back towards the couch. “Hannah, Monica, that’s enough. Come here.”

Hannah and Monica disentangled themselves, sitting upright and smiling, but clearly unaccustomed to the huge weight of their new breasts. Hannah’s chest covered her lap, now extending past her knees, even larger now than Jenny’s newly-grown breasts. Monica was larger still, and Jenny realized with a flush that the dark-haired girl would probably have no small amount of difficulty reaching her own nipples.

Hannah and Monica dropped to the floor in front of the couch, slowly crawling around the table. Jenny grinned, remembering her earlier command, and laughed as they were clearly having difficulty dragging their huge chests below them across the carpet. They were obviously struggling with the mass of their new chests, as well as from the delicious sensation of their nipples rubbing against the carpet, and Jenny could only imagine which they found more distracting.

Jenny laughed again, then looked down at Kelly’s upside-down visage. She stepped around the front of the desk, then lifted one of her legs up and around Kelly’s head, centering her own gushing pussy directly over Kelly’s neck. She leaned back luxuriously, reclining into the soft masses of Kelly’s huge breasts towering into the air behind her.

Kelly arched her neck, looking down into the most beautiful sight: her girlfriend’s gushing pussy had been placed in an ideal position just above her. Despite all her effusive wetness squirting from between her own legs, and the milky spray she still felt issuing from her big breasts, she was suddenly awfully thirsty.

Kelly thought that she sensed what Jenny wanted, and extended her tongue, lifting her head towards Jenny’s gushing pussy. Jenny seemed displeased and reached down, suddenly striking Kelly’s cheek with a wet-sounding *slap*.

“No, Kelly. You just wait there. Play with yourself as you admire my pussy,” Jenny sneered.

Kelly found herself in something of a predicament. She could see her own huge breasts towering up behind Jenny, but she knew she could no longer reach her own nipples. Her panic soon faded, however, when she realized she could still reach under her big chest to rub at her own nude pussy. Jenny heard a familiar wet-sounding *squelch-squelch* coming from behind her as Kelly started playing with herself.

Kelly’s eyes widened as she gazed up at Jenny’s pretty pussy. She thought it might be the most beautiful hairless gash she had ever seen, and she thought herself so incredibly fortunate to be dating this amazing girl. Jenny was clearly aroused, Kelly marveled, as the dripping pussy above her was releasing regular gushes and squirts of the girl’s liquid all over her face and neck. She grinned, trying to catch Jenny’s gushing arousal in her open mouth and savoring the delicious taste of her girlfriend.

Hannah and Monica had at last managed to drag their huge breasts across the floor as they finished crawling towards Jenny. They were looking up at Jenny, smiling as they blushed and panted from their exertions. Jenny looked down at them as Kelly tilted her head back farther to look upside-down at her roommates on the floor. Hannah and Monica flushed even redder from the attention and they felt their own pussies starting to gush once again.

“Hannah, Monica, stand up. Let me see you holding your huge boobs,” Jenny snickered with anticipation.

Hannah and Monica tried to stand, struggling mightily with the weight of their expansive chests. Jenny knew this to be a problem she could solve, but for now she laughed heartily at her roommates’ efforts. After a few moments, Hannah found that she could use her own hands and arms to support the weight of her big chest, and she grinned over at her girlfriend.

“Use your arms, Mon! Wow, your huge boobs are so sexy now!” Hannah admired.

Monica flushed from feeling her girlfriend’s eyes on her and found it somewhat more difficult to wrangle her own larger chest, but eventually struggled upright, smiling back at Hannah.

“Thanks Hannah,” she beamed at her girlfriend. “Wow, you look so hot with those big new boobs! You’ll be the biggest on the basketball team for sure!” she complimented, staring at the blonde’s nipples as they seemed to stretch even longer under her gaze.

Jenny chuckled. “Come girls, let’s show Kelly our appreciation for sharing her milk with us. I want all of us to give Kelly a shower. And Kelly, I want you to swallow it all!”

Kelly’s eyes widened, looking up at Jenny from between her spread legs. “Oh thank you, Jenny! You know I’m always happy to share my milk with you girls anytime you want!”

Hannah grinned down at Kelly. “Thank you so much for sharing your delicious milk!”

“It was so good! Let us thank you properly,” smiled Monica.

As they all looked down at Kelly’s head between Jenny’s legs, Kelly felt herself blushing from their attention. They could all suddenly hear what sounded like liquid gushing against glass, coming from somewhere near the window. Jenny looked up again at Hannah and Monica, speaking loudly to be heard over the sound of rushing liquid.

“I want each of you rubbing me and your girlfriend with one hand,” she commanded.

At once Hannah and Monica’s hands left their huge breasts, and they wobbled momentarily but managed to remain standing upright. Hannah’s right hand and Monica’s left hand met just above Jenny’s gushing pussy, while each of them reached their other hand over to rub at her girlfriend’s pussy.

Jenny sighed, closing her eyes and leaning back into Kelly’s towering soft breasts behind her. She felt her roommates rubbing expertly at her wet center and felt her own effusive dripping arousal steadily increasing. Below and between her spread legs, Kelly had opened her mouth wide, gasping and grinning with anticipation, even as she caught and swallowed some initial small squirts from the three pussies hanging over her.

Somewhere behind her, Jenny heard the crescendoing sound of Kelly’s milk spraying progressively harder against the wall. Three pussies’ worth of gushing, streaming liquids were spraying into Kelly’s mouth, and thanks to the power of Jenny’s wish, all of their squirting was immediately transformed into milk inside Kelly’s surging chest.

Jenny was luxuriating in the feel of Hannah and Monica’s hands rubbing her newly hairless pussy. They were clearly experts in pleasuring other girls, thanks to her earlier wish, and she exalted in feeling her own arousal slowly growing from the delicious sensations at her core.

She looked down just in time to see a voluminous gush from her own pussy filling Kelly’s mouth and soaking the girl’s face. Kelly seemed to be riding waves of her own ecstasy, swallowing her roommates’ gushing squirt as quickly as possible, then opening her mouth once again to accept more of their gifts.

The sound of spraying liquids behind her was now echoing even louder. Jenny felt a curious wet sensation, and looked down to see her own shoulders and t-shirt gradually dampened from the milky rain spurting from Kelly’s huge nipples. The moistness in her shirt, however, would periodically fade away every few seconds, even as it was again hosed down by Kelly’s incredible milk production.

Jenny reached back with both arms, feeling the huge towering spheres of Kelly’s growing breasts behind her. She rubbed briskly along their distended forms, grinning as she felt Kelly’s skin hot and angry with milk. She wanted to keep her girlfriend’s chest a surprise for herself, however, and she kept her eyes forward and down at Kelly’s open mouth between her legs.

Hannah and Monica were each still using both of their hands to rub furiously at the two pussies nearest them. Jenny felt herself nearly peaking, at long last, and was finally ready to enjoy her own first orgasm with the other girls.

“Come, girls. Let’s all cum together!” Jenny gasped.

Hannah and Monica grinned at her, then moaned as all four of them reached their climaxes together. Kelly gave a valiant effort, swallowing repeatedly as many mouthfuls of her roommates’ gushing squirt as she could manage, but she simply couldn’t keep up. Great swaths of their juices ended up on their legs, in Kelly’s hair, and on the floor below them, but none of them save Jenny noticed Kelly’s hair quickly drying out again.

Monica’s legs were shaking and the sudden increase in weight from her growing chest caught her off-guard. She fell backwards, her taut bottom landing on the carpet below her, as her surging breasts completed their latest round of growth. She pushed off the floor to sit up, thrilled at how her huge chest now spread past her knees over her outstretched legs. She was laughing and wheezing from the delirious sensation of growing.

“Oopsies!” Hannah giggled. “Wow Mon, your boobies are even bigger now! Can you even stand up?”

Jenny took a step forward, dismounting Kelly’s beaming face, then turned to look behind herself. Kelly’s chest towered several feet into the air, and the added intensity of all the squirt being transformed into milk had clearly put her girlfriend’s nipples into overdrive. Huge swaths of the wall were being continuously doused in Kelly’s spurting milk, soaking through the wallpaper only to be magically dried out just as quickly only a moment later.

Jenny chuckled at her immobilized girlfriend, knowing that she could easily address this problem with a wish. She tried stepping around Kelly, but the girl’s enormous breasts had swelled so large that they completely obscured the small window by the desk. Jenny tilted her head; this was not something she had expected.

I need to be more careful with that window, she pondered, then giggled to herself at the absurdity of her situation. At once she took off, walking towards the bedroom featuring their new shared bed.

“Kelly, you rest up a while,” she called over her shoulder. “Hannah, Monica, come to bed.”

Hannah and Monica grinned at each other, then immediately dropped to the floor, crawling slowly towards their bedroom. It was slow going as they dragged their enormous breasts and sensitive nipples across the floor.

Monica was grinning as she looked up at Hannah’s dripping pussy ahead of her. “It’s a good thing we’re crawling now, Hannah! I’m not so sure I could walk with these big boobs!”

Hannah paused for a moment, smiling back at her girlfriend, though somewhat disappointed that Monica had avoided a collision this time.

“You’re right, Mon, but these huge boobs are so amazing! Come on, Jenny needs us!”

Monica reached up to lightly pat her girlfriend’s taut bottom, chuckling as her touch caused Hannah’s pussy to squirt all over her outstretched arm.

“Then let’s not keep her waiting!”

Jenny was sitting on the edge of the single large bed in their shared bedroom, still wearing her oversized white t-shirt but nude from the waist down. She grinned as Hannah and Monica slowly crawled in front of the bed, dragging their huge boobs along the carpet. They remained on their hands and knees, smiling up at her.

Monica was trying to keep both hands on the ground, gently spreading her breasts to an impressive radius around her torso. Jenny realized that Monica and Hannah both seemed much larger than even a minute ago, and laughed when she realized that their increased sensitivity probably made their crawl into the bedroom most titillating.

Jenny uncrossed her legs, thrilled anew at the sense of power she felt over these girls. At once a huge spray of her essence spurted from her pussy, covering Hannah’s grinning face.

“Yum!” Hannah giggled, licking at the juices around her mouth.

Jenny stood up in front of the bed. Looking down on her roommates from this height seemed to enhance her sense of power over them.

“Turn around. Present your pussies,” she commanded.

Hannah and Monica grinned, then hefted and dragged their huge boobs around until they were facing away from Jenny, still on their hands and knees. Jenny pondered for a moment, taking in the sight of their drenched pussies squirting their juices down their legs.

“You know girls, something I’ve always liked about you two is that you can’t keep your legs closed for more than a moment,” Jenny offered.

Hannah and Monica’s legs immediately slid open. It seemed almost involuntary, and as they looked back at her, they didn’t seem to notice anything unusual.

Hannah looked perplexed. “Well sure Jenny, but you know we’ve always been like that!”

“Yeah, we talked about this last week. You know we always get so turned on we can’t keep our legs closed!” Monica reminded her.

Jenny paused to admire their dripping pussies between their toned, spread legs. As she looked back and forth between them, she grinned to herself as each pussy in turn suddenly gushed when she settled her eyes upon it. She knew that they could feel her gaze upon their bodies.

“Right, of course,” Jenny rolled her eyes, then looked back to the tall blonde.

“Hannah, it’s so fun how, when you’re not busy doing something else, you always have at least one hand pleasuring yourself,” she observed.

Hannah frowned, suddenly facing a predicament. She’d always found it comforting to idly rub her pussy or tug on her nipples, but how could she do so now with these huge new breasts? A moment later she had an epiphany, grinning to herself at her own ingenuity. She leaned forward, resting her weight on her massive breasts, stimulating her nipples most deliciously against the rough carpet and freeing her to lift both arms up and around her chest.

Hannah’s delicate fingers suddenly came into view as she reached both hands between her legs, lazily sliding her fingers around her dripping pussy with noisy *squelch-squelch* sounds. Rubbing herself like this had always helped her focus, and she knew it would help her be prepared for anything Jenny might ask of her. The added sensations from her extra-sensitive big nipples rubbing on the floor made her flush, and she closed her eyes, feeling the other two girls’ eyes on her turning her on even more.

It was Monica’s turn to look perplexed.

“Jenny, you know Hannah can’t help rubbing herself all the time! You don’t need to tease her about it,” she offered, defending her girlfriend.

Jenny’s gaze turned back to Monica. The chatty brunette was starting to get on her nerves. Monica blushed red from the attention, and Jenny saw her dripping pussy gush profusely across the carpet behind her, which remained magically dry despite the enormous volume of liquid.

“You know Monica, I love how, when you’re not busy doing something else, you’re always using your mouth to pleasure Hannah or one of your other roommates, or yourself if they’re not around,” Jenny remarked.

Monica suddenly lunged towards Hannah until their lips met. Hannah’s eyes widened in surprise for a moment, but she soon grinned and leaned back into Monica, inserting her tongue into her girlfriend’s mouth and enjoying the sensation of feeling her sucking on it.

“Sit up Hannah, and face me,” Jenny intoned.

Hannah detached herself from Monica, earning a disappointed moan from the other girl. As she turned around to face Jenny, swinging her huge breasts around and settling them in her lap, Monica kept launching herself at Hannah, trying to kiss or lick her but having only limited success as she shifted around. Monica seemed also to be heavily weighed down by her own huge hanging breasts.

Hannah finally settled facing the bed, her huge boobs in her lap and her legs spread wide open. Immediately she found herself idly grabbing at the tender flesh of her left breast with one hand, while her other hand reached forward and around to grasp at her own nipple, giving it gentle squeezes. She felt her ministrations on her own sensitive chest heating herself up again, and she could hear and feel generous gushes of her squirt arcing from her pussy to splash across the undersides of her big breasts.

Monica was still searching for something, anything, on Hannah that she could kiss or lick. A moment later she had a sudden revelation, thinking herself brilliant for figuring out how to please her girlfriend and Jenny at the same time. She scooted in front of Hannah and sucked her girlfriend’s big nipple into her mouth as she kept her pussy thrust upwards and back towards Jenny, her legs still spread wide open.

Hannah grinned down at her girlfriend sucking on her nipple, and saw Monica blush as an arcing jet of squirt shot from her pussy back towards Jenny. They maintained eye contact with each other, each girl feeling themselves heating up even more.

Hannah broke eye contact with her girlfriend; there seemed to be something strange about Jenny lately and she couldn’t help but mention it.

“Jenny, we all know Monica can’t help herself around us. She’s just trying to be generous! You know, you sure are saying a lot of obvious things lately!” Hannah boggled, even as she rode waves of pleasure from her girlfriend sucking on her huge nipple.

Jenny’s head snapped up as she heard a sudden knock on the outer door to their room. She felt a sudden sense of panic replacing the drunken power she’d been enjoying until now.

Her mind was suddenly racing again. I need to clean up more than just their liquids! she thought, then leapt into action.

Spinning around as quickly as her huge new chest would allow, she ran to the bedroom window. It looked like dark clouds had been rolling in; the starry sky was now almost entirely obscured. I have to make this quick, she thought. But what to wish for?

I wish that Kelly had… that Kelly gets wishes… she wasn’t thinking clearly. She felt herself panicking as she saw only a small patch of starry sky remaining between the gathering clouds.

I wish that… that my roommates were mine to – she started, but her last glimpse of the stars had at that moment vanished behind the thick cloud cover. It was now nearly pitch black and she could hardly see anything at all outside the window.

I… what? I didn’t finish! Her thoughts were suddenly pierced by a second sharp knock at their door. She spun around again, nearly throwing herself off balance. Monica had scooted her legs around, keeping her mouth on Hannah’s nipple as she pointed her pussy at Jenny, still trying to present herself.

In her sudden panic, Jenny had barely noticed that Hannah and Monica’s breasts had grown even larger in the last minute. Monica’s huge chest was pancaking impressively beyond her arms as she remained on her hands and knees and attended to her girlfriend. Hannah’s growing chest had pushed her nipple further outwards, requiring Monica to crawl backwards from the gentle pressure.

Jenny rushed past them, stepping through the doorway to their common room. As she approached the outer door, she turned for a quick glance at Kelly. Sure enough, her new girlfriend was still dozing quietly on the desk near the window, her enormous breasts towering into the air above her and leaning against the wall. Kelly’s nipples had softened somewhat, but even in her sleep they were constantly leaking small rivers of milk that dripped down her breasts onto the table, where it slowly faded away a few moments later.

At least there’s some peace and quiet out here, Jenny thought, bracing herself in front of the door.

Jenny swung the door wide open to reveal Erica, a third-year student who lived a few doors down and was responsible for all of the girls in their wing of the dormitory. Erica’s fiery red hair was tied back in a neat ponytail, her small t-shirt stretched around her sizable chest, and her tight jeans showed off her slender figure. She was cradling in her right arm a clipboard with a few sheets of paper.

Erica had promised herself that she wouldn’t be caught staring at that first-year with the enormous boobs. It was bad enough that the girl had to live so close by, and she worried that even a formality like this routine inspection might lead her too close to temptation.

Looking through the open doorway, her eyes landed on a truly enormous pair of breasts in a tight white t-shirt.

It’s her! she thought, then quickly raised her eyes to meet the surprised gaze of the cute brown-haired girl.

I said I wouldn’t! she chastised herself, then nervously looked back down at her clipboard.

“Hi Jenny! I just need to take a quick look around your room, if you don’t mind,” she offered, trying to stay professional.

Jenny reeled back.

“NO! I mean, this is not a good time, can you –”

“Is that Kelly?” Erica was peering around her at the huge fleshy mass leaning against the far wall.

Jenny’s mouth fell open.

“I… who? Nobody here –” she started, but Erica had already stepped past her into the room. She spun around and almost fell over from the motion of her new center of gravity. She looked up to see Erica standing next to the sleeping girl with the towering milky breasts.

Jenny rushed to Erica’s side, her eyes wide.

“Look, I can explain! Kelly was –” she started, but stopped herself, seeing Erica smiling as her green eyes tilted higher, taking in the true enormity of Kelly’s huge breasts. Erica was watching streams of Kelly’s milk lazily exuding from her nipples and rolling down her breasts.

“Your possession, I know,” Erica nodded.

“My WHAT?” Jenny was agog.

“Look Jenny, I won’t use that other word,” Erica said, shifting uncomfortably.

“But come on, everyone knows that Kelly, Hannah, and Monica are your… your property. Of course you have every right to do anything you like to them, Jenny,” she said cheerfully, smiling at Jenny.

Jenny’s head was spinning. What did I just wish for? That they were… were mine?! And everyone knows it? A confused fog settled in her mind as she found herself recalling memories of having ownership of her three roommates.

Erica cast an appreciative eye upwards again, admiring how Kelly’s huge nipples seemed to instantly harden and start spraying milk even while the girl was asleep. As they stood gazing at Kelly’s towering breasts, they both thought they heard the muffled sound, coming from somewhere beyond the wall of breast, of a nearly continuous jet of liquid striking against glass.

Jenny couldn’t help herself reacting to the sheer erotic weirdness of all of this, and her pussy suddenly released a sizable gush of sweetness that sprayed across Erica’s jeans. She froze, suddenly remembering that she wasn’t wearing anything below her waist.

Erica chuckled, dexterously lifting her clipboard out of the way to keep it dry, and discreetly rubbed her other palm around a spot on her thigh where Jenny’s squirt had landed. She had heard some of the other girls talking about how wet Jenny and her roommates could be, and if anything they seemed even more so in person. She didn’t want to be rude, however, and besides, weren’t they in the privacy of their own room?

“You are so lucky Jenny, living with the university’s only lactation major!” Erica admired.

Jenny stared at her.

“I really am,” she admitted, still dumbfounded.

Erica was grinning widely as she watched small rivers of milk flowing down Kelly’s breasts.

“I mean, just look at her!” she marveled.

The splashing sound of liquid against glass grew louder in Jenny’s ears, and as she turned back towards its source, she was certain that she saw the sleeping girl’s huge nipples creeping higher on the wall. Kelly’s milky teats were being pushed towards the ceiling as the huge breasts below them swelled inexorably larger.

Erica seemed to notice this as well, observing a sizable increase in the rate of Kelly’s milky spray.

“Makes sense that you’d have her growing larger. After all, it’s more milk for everyone!” she nodded, sounding impressed.

Jenny suddenly remembered the two girls in the bedroom. Her eyes widened.

“Hannah! Monica! Stop whatever you’re doing and come here at once!” she yelled.

A long moment passed and no one had emerged from the bedroom. Finally Jenny saw what appeared to be a large nipple emerge through the doorway and suddenly rotate down to the ground. Hannah had flipped head over breast to pitch herself through the doorway into the common room, followed a moment later by Monica successfully repeating the exercise with her even larger chest. Both girls came to kneel upright, side by side, with their legs spread and their huge breasts splayed out before them nearly to chin level.

Monica immediately leaned towards Hannah and began eagerly licking along the top of Hannah’s huge breast. Neither of Hannah’s hands were visible behind her bosom, but Jenny heard a rhythmic *squelch-squelch* and surmised what the blonde was up to.

Erica had barely acknowledged them, instead studying the checklist on her clipboard. She appeared to be closely inspecting Kelly’s huge breasts, testing the firmness in various places and sampling some of the milk dripping down their towering forms.

Jenny turned back to Erica, watching her poking at Kelly’s enormous bosom.

“So, er, what can I do for you, Erica?” she offered, having mostly recovered.

“Sorry Jenny, it’s just a routine lactation inspection,” Erica apologized.

“I’ll just need to take a look at Kelly’s breasts,” she gestured at them with the tip of her pen, then checked a box on her clipboard.

“By the way, I’ve heard a lot of the other girls expressing interest in Kelly’s milk. Do you think you could share with them?” Erica queried, checking another box with a satisfied smile.

Jenny couldn’t help but laugh, releasing a momentary loud guffaw.

“The more the merrier,” she said gamely.

“Hi Mistress! Oh, hey Erica!” Kelly suddenly said cheerfully, grinning upside-down at them, her head still tilted back over the edge of the desk.

Kelly was suddenly shifting uncomfortably, trying to grasp and heft her huge breasts, but making no progress; she was immobilized by the weight of her bosom. Jenny realized that the short blonde, still wrestling with her chest in vain, was trying to greet her girlfriend in her own special way.

“I’m so sorry Mistress, I’m just too big to move right now!” Kelly apologized. She was a smaller girl, easily the shortest between the four of them, and Jenny doubted her girlfriend’s outstretched arms could reach even halfway around one of her own huge breasts.

“I wish that I could move these boobs so I could give you a big kiss!” the short blonde giggled.

This sounded to Jenny like a strange thing for Kelly to say. After all, Kelly was such a tall girl, more so even than Hannah, and she was so toned and subtly muscular. Jenny couldn’t imagine that Kelly should have any trouble moving around at all, even with her chest having grown to such an enormous size.

Kelly easily slid her huge breasts off the wall and spun around, then stood up in front of the desk. The tall blonde would have normally towered over the other two girls barefoot, but now even more so wearing her stilettos. Her breasts were truly immense, extending below her knees and projecting several arm lengths in front of her, topped with hugely erect nipples longer than Jenny’s hands. Their massive forms seemed taut and buoyant, though, and Kelly seemed to have little trouble standing upright. As Jenny stared at her girlfriend’s massive chest, Kelly’s hard nipples seemed to stretch even further and started spraying milk all over her and Erica.

“Oops, sorry for the milky shower, Erica! But you know how my milk just sprays on its own sometimes,” Kelly apologized to the older girl. Erica didn’t seem to mind, marveling quietly to herself and busily licking milk from her hands.

Kelly grabbed at her huge breasts with her long arms, pulling them apart and stepping towards Jenny in a single expert motion, smiling as her huge chest naturally bounced back together around her girlfriend’s body. She leaned forward and lost herself in a sloppy kiss with Jenny, the smaller girl completely enveloped in her enormous hanging cleavage.

While still kissing her girlfriend, Kelly leaned back and Jenny felt her feet leaving the floor, her weight entirely supported by Kelly’s incredible strength and enormously firm breasts. Kelly was animatedly tonguing Jenny as she paced forward, carrying her mistress in her cleavage, walking past Erica towards her other roommates kneeling by the bedroom door. Two spurting streams of nearly translucent liquid were gushing downwards from underneath Kelly and Jenny, splattering across the floor as the tall girl strutted across the room. A moment later the excess liquids faded away, leaving the floor dry.

Erica tried to busy herself with her inspection, following Kelly around and focusing on her big milky breasts while attempting to ignore the tall girl’s very friendly behavior with her roommates.

Kelly kneeled down in front of Hannah and Monica, smiling at Jenny as she broke their kiss, then twisted her shoulders, leaning her huge breasts sideways and Jenny along with them. She leaned over the huge shelf of Hannah and Monica’s chests and gave a sloppy kiss to each of them in turn. They grinned back at her, eagerly returning her friendly greeting.

Kelly found herself admiring Monica’s huge breasts, and Jenny turned to look as well from her vantage point inside Kelly’s cleavage. Monica suddenly felt herself flushed, extremely turned on from the attention.

“You girls are so big now! Keep that up and you’ll be as huge as me!” Kelly smiled down at them, watching as Monica returned to giving her best effort at licking across Hannah’s enormous breasts. The brunette was making slow progress, though; there was simply so much of Hannah’s flesh to cover.

Kelly pondered at Monica for a moment, thinking that the girl had been so generous, always seeking to please all of them so selflessly with her mouth. She found herself daydreaming in her aroused haze, watching Monica flush under her glare even as the brunette kept licking across Hannah’s huge chest.

“Monica, I wish you had a super long tongue so you could lick us all much better!” Kelly grinned.

Jenny’s ears perked up at this, again thinking it a very peculiar thing for Kelly to say. Monica’s amazing prehensile tongue had always been extremely long, after all, and that was why Jenny had told her earlier to keep her mouth busy on the other girls. Jenny shrugged, pressing gently at the firm breast on top of her, able to extricate herself from Kelly’s cavernous cleavage as Kelly twisted her shoulders back again to assist her.

Monica was grinning, fully extending her incredibly long tongue and slathering Hannah’s breasts in great sheets of her saliva. It took but a few quick licks to cover even the extensive surface area of Hannah’s bosom, and Monica seemed satisfied at this, rotating herself in front of Hannah, spreading her legs again, and leaning backwards to slide into her blonde girlfriend’s huge bosom. Hannah, still rubbing at her dripping pussy, suddenly felt Monica’s tongue slither between her fingers and plunge into her wet center.

Hannah yelped with pleasure, and Kelly, Jenny, and Erica suddenly turned to look at her. Monica’s amazing long tongue was expertly caressing her insides, and the added sensations from feeling Monica squirming around in her bosom and sensing the three other girls staring at her was almost too much to bear. She felt the onset of her orgasm, immediately gushing great jets of liquid across Monica’s body and forward out of her cleavage onto Jenny, Erica, and the side of Kelly’s enormous left breast.

Hannah wheezed and sighed as Jenny and Erica turned away from her, feeling herself settling down into an ongoing aroused haze, and still enjoying Monica’s tongue writhing inside her pussy. She lifted one hand from her pussy and encircled her girlfriend’s long tongue with her fingers, gently stroking it even as it continued ravishing her insides.

Erica’s eyes widened as the outer edge of Kelly’s breast suddenly grew towards her. She nodded with satisfaction, ticking another box on her clipboard, and took a large step to the left to avoid a sudden incoming blast of Kelly’s milk.

Jenny stepped over Kelly’s spurting nipples, sensing her long hair immediately soak through with milk but magically drying out again, and walked around the expanse of Kelly’s right breast towards Erica.

“Sorry Erica, what was it you were looking for again?” Jenny queried, feeling herself regaining some measure of confidence.

“Well Jenny, the university’s Department of Lactation takes its research seriously, as you know,” Erica nodded at her.

“And with just one student in the program right now,” she said, gesturing at Kelly, “You can imagine they are keenly interested in her progress!” she grinned.

Kelly had leaned back over Hannah’s huge cleavage and was sharing another sloppy kiss with the other blonde, but she perked up at the mention of her academics and turned back towards Jenny.

“It’s true, they are. But it’s so great being a lactation student!” she exclaimed, then sighed happily.

“I wish that all of you girls were lactating like me, so we could all milk together!” she cooed.

Jenny pondered for a moment why Kelly kept saying things that were obviously true, then shrugged, patting the sides of her own huge milky breasts through her t-shirt. She’d always been milking, after all, just like these other girls, and it made sense that the university would have all five of its lactation majors sharing a room together.

Erica was studying her clipboard again when she suddenly sensed her own leaking milk had started soaking through her thin t-shirt. She frowned, trying to peer over the shelf of her big milky breasts, and confirmed that most of the front of her shirt had darkened with her milk.

Kelly giggled, identifying with Erica’s current plight. After all, she’d had the same challenge herself of leaking milk through her shirts until Jenny told her that she didn’t need to wear clothes anymore.

“Bummer, Erica!” Kelly consoled her. “I wish you didn’t have to wear clothes like us!”

Jenny angrily swung her head back towards Kelly. Why did Kelly keep saying such plainly obvious things, embarrassing her in front of the older girl? Jenny removed her t-shirt to allow her milk to spray more easily, frowning again at Kelly.

“Kelly, everyone knows that Erica is a lactation and nudity double major!” Jenny upbraided her, rolling her eyes.

She turned back to Erica, admiring the girl’s milk leaking from her nipples and running down her nude body. She found herself somewhat envious of the older girl; it must be really nice to not have to wear clothes anywhere.

Erica was determined to carry out her inspection, looking briefly at her clipboard before turning to Jenny.

“How is your production lately, Jenny?” she queried, arching an eyebrow.

Jenny grinned back at her. Her own milk production had always been excessive thanks in large part to her huge chest, and she thought she was giving a rather impressive demonstration even now, but she still indulged her older roommate.

“Oh, you know these girls, Erica. They always keep me well-milked!’ she said, grabbing her own breasts for emphasis. A sudden sizable milky spray from her nipple didn’t exactly bolster her claim, however.

“Yes, I see,” said Erica, frowning momentarily. “And how about Hannah and Monica?”

“As you can tell,” Jenny offered, pointing, “They’ve always been quite impressive.”

Monica was still on her back between Hannah’s legs, her legs spread wide as her pussy doused the floor in front of her. Hannah and Monica’s towering breasts were spraying arcs of their milk into the air, raining down on Jenny, Erica, and the vast expanse of Kelly’s chest.

A dull roar of rushing liquids was audible, and all of the girls found themselves talking loudly to compensate. Kelly’s enormous nipples were dousing the far wall as her pussy gushed across the floor, Hannah and Monica were both squirting from their pussies and sending showers of milk from their nipples, Jenny found her own wet center actively gushing, and even Erica found herself turned on enough by her four roommates for her own milk to start spraying.

Jenny turned back to Kelly for a moment, seeing her blonde girlfriend still kissing Monica on the floor next to her. She had to take care of all three of them, of course, and she found herself wondering how they’d be able to keep up with their coursework.

“Kelly, we’ll need your help next week getting Hannah and Monica to their classes,” she intoned loudly, impressed with herself for thinking ahead.

Kelly chuckled; her girlfriend was always so serious all the time. Couldn’t she relax with them for once?

“Sure thing Jenny, although I wish that you didn’t have to worry about any of that stuff, and we could all just focus on having fun!” she said, turning back to Hannah and giving her a quick peck on the lips.

Jenny thought that Kelly sure was saying a lot of obvious things lately, but it didn’t particularly bother her. In fact, she couldn’t really bring herself to worry about much of anything at all. Everything she needed was provided by her mistress, Erica. This certainly came with some perks as well, and she grinned, reclining into a pillow on the floor.

Monica was sitting next to Jenny on another large pillow, several feet away from the two sophomore girls loudly slurping milk from her huge breasts. Jenny thought Monica must have been enjoying their attention, as the brunette was whimpering with excitement, fully extending her long tongue and lazily licking across the huge spheres of her own breasts.

Nearby on the floor in front of her, Jenny recognized the huge forms of Hannah’s breasts towering into the air. Two athletic-looking girls were leaning gently on Hannah’s chest, grinning as they suckled milk from the blonde’s big nipples.

Jenny looked up to see, descending slowly from above, a trim pair of thighs framing a beautiful nude pussy. She’d have recognized those subtly muscled legs anywhere, and grinned widely, seeing Kelly’s pussy start gushing her juices as if in response to her attention. She let out a short whoop and opened her mouth, trying to swallow all of her girlfriend’s spurting liquids.

She stretched her neck to momentarily avoid Kelly’s incoming squirt all over her face, then peered around for her mistress. She saw Erica reclining nearby in the sunken pillow pit that was their dormitory room, leaning her head back with pleasure as her nipples were sucked by two first-year girls. Jenny recognized the girls drinking Erica’s milk as her next-door neighbors and found herself admiring their lithe forms.

Erica was lovingly patting the heads of the younger girls at her nipples.

“Zara, Haley, that’s enough for now. My, you girls are thirsty this evening!” she chuckled at them as they gave a disappointed whimper and disengaged from her dripping nipples.

“Be a darling and send in the next two girls, would you?” Erica said, smiling at them.

Late into the evening, a line of girls was forming outside their door. They were all thirsty for their regular milky nightcap before bed from the five lactation majors at the end of the hall.

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