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****Masterlist****

*updated*

*requests are open*

KIM TAEHYUNG

* Shadows in Black part1 , part2 - Y/N considered herself to be lucky, having BTS as her friends. One tiny issue? She had a crush on one of them. What happens when the dangerous trio - alcohol + games + closed spaces - brings her face to face with her crush?

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PARK JIMIN

* Gentle Kisses - Jimin and his friend have their first kiss. It's gentle, it's comforting. The type that we want.

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ANGUS MACGYVER

* Drink Guard - Based on the prompt “Being a government agent, he will protect your drink like his life depends on it.“

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* Masturbation headcannons - (I think the name is pretty self-explanatory)

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* Skin to Skin - Based on the prompt - “Being able to write on your soulmate’s skin.“

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* Talk about overthinking - Based on the prompt - “Why do you need all that chloroform at 2am?”

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* Hail and Cold Feet - Based on a prompt- “If you pull away the blanket again, I will put my cold feet on you.“

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* Snapdragons - Mac tries to confess his love by using the silent language of flowes. But when do things ever turn right? (Based on a prompt request I got)

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* When you lost your virginity to Mac - Where the reader, being a fellow student of Professor MacGyver, ends up falling for the teacher and loses her flower.

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* Twisted Steel and Sex Appeal - (this is a story on wattpad) When Mac finally gets to know about the neighbor beside him who's been there for years, life obviously doesn't make anything easy. It turns out their lives are intertwined together in a much more complex way than they can imagine.

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* Not so Twisted maybe? But the Sex Appeal is there - (its a story on wattpad, and its a sequel to Twisted Steel and Sex Appeal). Read the above story before starting to read this. Enjoy.

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* Spaces between us - When Mac quits Phoenix and leaves for Nigeria, the reader has no idea what to do with her pent up emotions. But seeing him come back, everything hurts more than she thought it would. (But then again, when do things go the way they are planned?)

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* Pains of loving Angus MacGyver - (not an imagine, just a confession)

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HARVEY SPECTER

* Big (man being) Softie - Harvey is known as being an arrogant asshole. But very few people know how sweet he can be if he tries to, like how he tries to take care of the reader during her periods.

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BRAD SIMPSON

* Curves are sexy, let me prove it - Getting caught in the act of touching yourself, Brad gets to know that you haven’t had sex before. So he takes matter into his own hands. (Plus size reader)

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* Tours and Panties - You tease Brad before the show which already leaves him hot. But then, during the show he digs into his pocket to find your panties in his pocket. So, of course he has to punish you.

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* You’re mine Baby girl(Part 1) - Brad gets very jealous when the reader interacts with the neighbor, who constantly attempts cheap shots at his girl.

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* You’re mine Baby girl(Part 2) - Continuation of Part 1 above!

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* Spices in trouble - Where Brad has a British-Indian gf and while visiting India, in one of the interviews he reveals his relationship while talking about food.

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* Missing You - !!THIS IS NOT MY STORY BUT READ IT!! Based on the song Missing you by The Vamps, a request I made.

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* Believe in Love - !!THIS IS NOT MY STORY BUT READ IT!! Based on a request that I made about losing faith in love.

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* I’m right here - Where the reader is having a nightmare and Brad is there to calm her down.

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* All the Lies (Part 1) - The reader has to lie to the band, and especially to Brad for their own good. But of course it comes with a price.

* All the Lies (Part 2) - Continued..

* All the Lies (Part 3) - Continued...

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* It’s cute, isn’t it? - The reader is overwhelmed with life but Brad being the sweetheart that he is, helps her calm down.

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* Oops! - Brad and the reader are keeping their relationship on the DL but the situation didn’t really let that happen too long.

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* Change my mind - Brad meets someone while on vacation, and now leaving feels like the hardest thing to do.

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TOM HOLLAND

* Birthday busts or blasts? - Tom is all pouty and sad that Y/N is not going to be there for his birthday, but she was actually going to surprise him with with a birthday dinner.

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* You Tease, You Lose! - Tom has a small idea in his head on how to have sex, and reader decides to fulfill it.

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* Devil Deep Inside (agent!reader) - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

What happens when the target to kill becomes the target to save?

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* Baby Bumps and Nicki Minaj - Based on the prompt-> “You look cute with a bump!“

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* New Experiences - Tom’s sudden interest in vibrators.

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* New Experiences (Part 2) - Continuation to part 1 above!!!!!

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* You’re mine Baby girl(Part 1) - Tom gets very jealous when the reader interacts with the neighbor, who constantly attempts cheap shots at his girl.

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* You’re mine Baby girl(Part 2) - Continuation of Part 1 above!

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* Breakup+Drunk+Tom+Love - Where the reader and Tom break up due to some reason, and after sometime Harry calls saying that Tom was drunk and won’t go home without you.

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* Please - Where the reader distances herself from Tom, making him go crazy about her. Finally finding her, things go a little different than planned.

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* The New Professor - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Where the reader meets the new professor, though things did not go as smoothly as she imagined.

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* Can I make it better? - Where Tessa decides Tom’s fate for him.

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* It’s cute, isn’t it? - The reader is overwhelmed with life but Tom being the sweetheart that he is, helps her calm down.

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PETER PARKER

* New Normal Now - After Stephen was asked to make universes forget who Peter Parker is, his life became dull, almost non-existent. But did everybody forget him?

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* Surprise I guess?? - Based on the prompt -> The reader gets her nipples pierced, and Peter doesn’t know how to react, except for just being obsessed with it.

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* Spidey Senses 101 - Where Peter is not used to physical touch and his senses reacting to it as if its a threat, while its just his S/O trying to show affection.

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* Oh my baby Spidey - Pretty much Peter’s fascination with breasts.

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LUCAS TILL

* Uhh no it’s not... - Time gets a little messed up when work hours are not fixed. Just a sweet little blurb of Lucas and his fellow co-actor, where Lucas takes care of his friend when she’s too sleepy to do anything.

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* The Fake one turns Real - Based on the prompt “The phone number you get turns out to be Lucas Till’s“

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* Top 10 things that need attention - Based on the prompt “C’mere, sit on my lap till I’m done working.“

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* Lucas Till Oneshot - Where Lucas goes a little crazy with the reader, while being dressed as MacGyver.

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* I need me some lovin’ - Lucas helping the reader study.

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* Deep Talks and Love Confessions - Sometimes all you need is a deep conversation with the person whom you care about, and cares about you.

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HARRY STYLES

* The Devil wears Gucci - Where Harry’s assistant fantasizes about him but not in a very quiet manner, as she should.

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Shadows in Black (Kim Taehyung x reader) pt 2

Part 1 - here "I... I should go," Riti murmured, competitive edge gone, replaced by panic-lust. "Find somewhere else. This spot's too small." She twisted, attempting escape.

Tae's arm tightened like iron, hauling her back flush. Ass grinding deep into his crotch, deliberate now. "Stay." One word, gravel-rough command. (continued below..)

Shadows in Black (Kim Taehyung x reader)

Disclaimer: It will move onto being very heated adult content in part 2!

Y/N couldn't believe her luck. Years of friendship with BTS had turned casual hangouts into something special – late-night drinking sessions where Jin cracked dad jokes over soju, movie marathons with Jimin hogging the popcorn, RM debating philosophy until dawn. They'd become her second family, pulling her into their whirlwind world of music and mischief. But beneath the easy laughs, one truth burned: her massive crush on Taehyung.

His boxy smile lit up rooms. Those deep eyes held secrets. The way he moved, all graceful intensity, made her stomach flip every time. She'd buried it deep, content with stolen glances during group chats. Until tonight.

Jungkook's invite popped up that afternoon: Black-themed party at mine. Wear your darkest. No rules. His house was a fortress of midnight elegance – black marble floors gleaming under low purple lights, obsidian walls swallowing sound, leather couches like thrones in the vast living room. Black balloons floated lazily, tables groaned with dark cocktails: black vodka shots, midnight margaritas rimmed in charcoal salt. Everyone showed up in head-to-toe black – silk shirts, leather pants, velvet dresses. Y/N squeezed into her favorite curve-hugging black mini, the fabric clinging to her full hips and ample chest, turning heads she pretended not to notice.

The crew was all there. JK bouncing around as host, Yoongi nursing a drink in the corner, Namjoon already deep in convo with J-Hope. Jin flirted with the bartender. Jimin danced with a couple friends. And then... Taehyung. With her.

His girlfriend draped on his arm, all sharp cheekbones and designer black lace. They matched perfectly, whispering as they laughed at some inside joke. Tae's hand rested low on her back, possessive. Y/N's chest tightened. She'd nursed this crush in silence, but seeing them like that? It stung like cheap whiskey. Why her? Why not me? She grabbed a shot, then another, letting the burn numb the ache. Laughter echoed, music pulsed – The Weeknd's sultry beats fitting the vibe. But her eyes kept drifting to Tae, heart twisting each time he leaned in for a kiss.

Alcohol loosened everyone up. Bodies pressed close on the couch and floor, inhibitions melting. JK clapped his hands, eyes gleaming. "Yo, hide and seek! Old school. Hobi, you're it." Cheers erupted. Hobi groaned but covered his eyes, counting loud. "One... two..."

Pandemonium. Guests scattered, giggling, shoving through doors. Y/N bolted upstairs, pulse hammering from the booze and the thrill. JK's place was a maze – endless black doors, minimalist halls. She ducked into a guest bedroom, all sleek black linens and floor-to-ceiling windows veiled in heavy drapes. The closet door hung ajar, promising shadows.

Inside, rows of coats hung like sentinels, heavy boxes stacked high. Her phone flashlight cut the gloom, revealing a narrow gap behind it all – a forgotten nook, barely two feet wide. Perfect. Heart racing, she glanced back – no one. Hide here, forget him. She was curvy in all the right ways, soft hips swaying as she pushed forward. Coats rustled, boxes shifted just enough.

The space was tighter than it looked. Her breasts pressed against the wall, thighs squeezing together as she wedged in. Breath shallow, fabric straining. Almost... there.

Two yelps pierced the dark. One hers – sharp surprise. The other deep, startled. Masculine.

"What the – Y/N?"

borrowed-thoughts

I’m doing so fucking horrible but in like a super chill way

Hello... im kinda back. kinda not

Hello Hello Hello

I kinda decided to make a bit of a comeback. So I will write stories again.

If you have requests please send them my way!

Recently been super into BTS so appreciate those requests!

Thank you! Love you guys!

disgustinggf

you do not miss them btw. you miss the version of them you created in your head to which they never lived up to

Gentle Kisses (Park Jimin x reader)

The bass from the club is still echoing in their bones when they stumble into Jimin’s apartment.

Y/N kicks her heels off dramatically near the door. “Never again,” she groans, swaying slightly. “Remind me that I’m not twenty-one anymore.”

Jimin laughs softly, locking the door behind them. He’s loosened his shirt buttons, sleeves rolled up, hair slightly messy from sweat and dancing. “You were the one who said, ‘One more round, Jimin-ah.’” He mimics her voice with teasing accuracy.

She points at him accusingly. “You encouraged me.”

“I did not,” he says, walking closer. “I simply supported your very confident decision-making.”

She squints at him. “You’re so annoying.”

“And yet,” he steps even closer, lowering his voice, “you followed me home.”

Her cheeks warm — partly alcohol, partly him. “Shut up.”

She makes her way to the bathroom, squinting at herself in the mirror. Smudged eyeliner, glitter on her cheekbones, lipstick slightly faded. “Ugh. I need to take this off,” she mutters. She grabs a cotton pad, misses the bottle of micellar water entirely, and almost drops it.

Jimin appears behind her in the doorway, leaning against the frame with crossed arms, watching with amused fondness.

“Are you fighting the bottle?” he asks gently.

“Don’t judge me,” she mumbles. “I can do it.”

She cannot do it.

He steps forward, carefully taking the cotton pad from her hand. “Sit,” he says softly, nodding toward the edge of the bathtub.

She narrows her eyes at him. “You’re enjoying this.”

“A little,” he admits, smiling — that slow, knowing smile.

She sits anyway, swaying slightly, looking up at him through heavy lashes. “If you poke my eye, we’re done.”

He steps between her knees, close but not overwhelming. “Trust me,” he murmurs.

There’s something about the way he says it — steady, warm — that makes her chest tighten just a little.

He tilts her chin up with two fingers. “Stay still.”

His touch is gentle. He presses the soaked cotton pad to her cheek, slowly wiping away foundation. His face is inches from hers now. She can feel the faint warmth of his breath.

“You have glitter everywhere,” he whispers.

“You like it,” she challenges softly.

He hums thoughtfully. “I like that you glow even without it.”

Her breath stutters slightly. “That was smooth.”

“I wasn’t trying,” he replies, eyes flicking up to meet hers.

He switches to her other cheek, thumb resting lightly near her jaw to steady her. His touch lingers a second longer than necessary.

“You danced like you were trying to kill me tonight,” he says.

She smiles lazily. “You kept staring.”

“I couldn’t help it.” His voice drops just slightly. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“And what am I doing?” she asks.

He leans in closer, wiping under her eye carefully. “Making it very difficult for me to behave.”

Her lips part slightly at that. “You’re behaving just fine.”

“For now,” he says, a playful glint in his eyes.

She laughs softly, but it fades when she really looks at him.

Up close, he’s unfairly beautiful. Soft skin, lashes casting delicate shadows, lips slightly pink from the drinks earlier. His expression right now isn’t stage-flirty — it’s quieter. Intent.

“You’re really pretty,” she says before she can stop herself.

He pauses mid-motion.

“Pretty?” he repeats, amused.

“Yeah.” She reaches up slightly, brushing a loose strand of hair away from his forehead. “It’s distracting.”

His eyes soften at that. “You think I’m distracting?”

“You’re very close,” she whispers.

“I’m removing your makeup,” he says innocently, but he doesn’t step back.

He moves to her lips, gently wiping away the remaining lipstick. His thumb grazes the corner of her mouth. She feels the lightest shiver run through her.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she murmurs.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re about to do something.”

He tilts his head slightly. “Maybe I am.”

Her hand instinctively grips the fabric of his shirt near his waist. “Jimin…”

He studies her face now, clean and bare. “You’re even more beautiful like this,” he says quietly. Not teasing this time. Just honest.

Her teasing confidence falters. “Stop.”

“Why?”

“Because you say it like you mean it.”

“I do.”

Silence stretches between them — not awkward, just charged.

Her hand is still gripping his shirt. His hand is still lightly holding her jaw. Their foreheads almost touch now.

“Are you going to keep staring at me,” she whispers, “or…?”

He smiles faintly. “Or?”

She rolls her eyes softly, but she’s smiling too. “You’re the flirty one. Do something.”

His voice drops to almost a whisper. “If I kiss you, you can’t blame the alcohol tomorrow.”

“I won’t,” she says immediately.

“You promise?”

She nods.

He hesitates just a fraction — then closes the small distance between them.

The kiss is gentle. Slow. Almost testing.

She exhales into it, one hand sliding up to rest at the back of his neck. He deepens it just slightly, careful, unhurried. There’s no rush — just warmth.

When they pull apart, their foreheads rest together.

“Well,” he murmurs, lips brushing hers lightly as he speaks, “that was unexpected.”

She smiles against him. “You’re such a liar.”

He laughs softly. “Okay. Maybe I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”

Her fingers tighten slightly in his hair. “Then you should’ve done it sooner.”

He leans back just enough to look at her, eyes sparkling.

“I like taking my time,” he says. “Makes it sweeter.”

She shakes her head, but she’s glowing now — makeup gone, eyes soft.

“Your flirting should be illegal.”

“And yet,” he whispers, brushing his thumb lightly over her cheek one last time, “you’re still here.”

She leans forward and kisses him again — this time without waiting for him to lead.

And he smiles into it.

#jimin #park jimin #bts #bts fanfic #bangtan #mochi #baby mochi #park jimin x reader #park jimin x y/n #park jimin x you #park jimin x oc

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What if?

Does it really happen often—finding someone who feels like they were carved perfectly to fit into your world? Someone whose thoughts align with yours, whose understanding feels effortless, whose silences feel just as safe as conversations. Everything between you flows naturally, like rivers that were always meant to meet. That man is your best friend. The one you don’t have to explain yourself to, because somehow, he already understands. Sometimes even before you do.

And yet, that perfection comes with its own danger. Because the closer he feels, the more afraid you are of losing him. The friendship feels sacred, untouchable, and the thought of risking it terrifies you. You’ve tried before—stepping into something more with a best friend. You thought it would be magic, that closeness would only deepen into love. But it ended differently. Badly. And now that person is a stranger, someone whose name still stings when it surfaces. You can’t even look at them without remembering what was lost.

So now you hold yourself back. You bury the feelings before they can spill over, you smile like nothing exists beneath it, you lock those thoughts away where he will never see them. Because the cost feels too high. You’d rather have him as a friend forever than risk losing him completely.

But in the quiet moments, when no one’s watching, your imagination betrays you. You wonder what it would be like if you weren’t afraid. If the two of you crossed that line. Would it be perfect? Would it feel like a fairytale—effortless, passionate, the kind of story people envy? Or would it unravel everything, tearing the sync apart until all that was left was chaos and silence?

The truth is, you’ll never know. And maybe that’s what hurts the most—that the possibility of perfection lives only in your mind, while in reality you keep choosing safety over chance.

#him #what if?

who knew the 500th post was the breakup one :)

#500 posts #tumblr milestone

The harsh truth about a(my) breakup...

I know that my experience may not be the same as what others have experienced. You actually may have been lucky enough to experience a good, mutual sweet breakup where you guys part ways peacefully and maybe if you see each other in the future then it will be a pleasant meet and not a bad one.

But no, I did not face the same. I faced the bad kind. No, I did not get beaten up; well not with actions..but with words. I had to and somehow still have to continue to hear them.

That person and I had a great relationship and an even better friendship. He was my best friend. Sometimes I still feel like calling him and telling him about everything that is going on in my life even though I know that one, he wouldn't give two flying f***s about it and second, he would much rather want to curse me than hear about something good happening in my life.

Two and a half years of relationship and 4 years of friendship don't go away just like that. It takes away a part of you that you won't ever get back. But of course, nobody in the world waits for you to heal. they expect you to keep smiling and continue with your everyday task like it never happened. But it did.

The one thing that I think about the most is, did I really become that bad? Was I really that big of a villain to him? I didn't think that I asked for a lot. We were long-distance and of course, after two years no relationship stayed the same. Especially when you two are in two different cities miles apart and have completely different lifestyles.

I wanted him to understand me and my wants. He wanted time. Neither were ready to compromise and that was it.

There's so much more that I could say. But it's draining me.

No, I am not writing this post for engagement of any sort. I wanted a safe space to write without being judged by anyone. The person I broke up with probably can see this post, I don't know. He seems to have blocked/removed me from everywhere else.

I need more Harvey Specter x reader in my life😭 are you writing for him anymore?

For some time I had been on a writer's block. But I am open to any ideas that you have and want to share my way. I'd love to write it up for you!!

Thank you for reading my stories ❤️

Love you xo

#harvey specter fluff #harvey specter imagines #harvey specter x reader #harvey specter #suits

Why is it so, that sometimes the things that you do when you're comfortable with a person are the things that start bothering them? And then you are left feeling like you're the shittiest person and maybe you should stop being that comfortable? Because other than that there's no way you could possibly stop yourself from doing it again?

Hey hun how are you. Can I qsk something can u make me a story want me tell u my image xx

#submission

Long Distance Relationship (pt - 1)

Okay, so this is a new series that I am going to start based on similar situations that I am facing in my life right now...

I am in the LDR with my boyfriend so I am personally going through lots of ups and downs, so I can turn it into touching, meaningful, or just dirty stories.

And yes, My boyfriend has no issues against me posting this.

*Destiny’s POV*

Long distance is hard. Really fucking hard, and it definitely feels a lot harder when your S/O and your personal love language is physical touch. Two years into our friendship and 9 months into our relationship we got separated by more than 1700kms of distance because of my work. It was hard. It is hard but we’re trying to pull through it. Another challenging thing about long-distance relationship? Yes, you guessed it right, it’s the sex, or well… the ‘No-Sex’. yea yea phone sex, video call sex all of that does exists. But you see it becomes a tad bit difficult when you have a roommate. The opportunities to do anything reduces drastically and even when the opportunity is there, there’s always the worry that you’ll be interrupted. Anyway, today I badly wanted to see him cum for me and I badly wanted to touch myself too. But the problem was that my roommate was there in the room. So, pretty much given up on it. The two of us stay on discord and I start to play codm. By the way, just a disclaimer, I do not wear any inners at home, only shorts and a thin top. I was playing and he was watching a movie on his phone. I noticed that my roommate was asleep, facing the other side and of course the evilest idea came to me. I got his attention on cam and the moment he looked at me, I lifted and pulled down my top in a flash, my boobs on screen for barely a second. His face contorted in frustration and he lifted his index finger, asking me to flash him again. So of course I do so, but this time I hold my breasts in my hand, giving them a soft jiggle then pulling my top down. His frustration increases and he looks back at his phone and puts it against his ear, the same time my phone starts vibrating. “Hey honey,” I smile cutely at the camera while answering the phone. “Its not fair. Now you have to take care of this situation na?” He says, pointing at his growing bulge. “I can help you take care of it honey, but I cannot talk you through it. I can only show you, but there’s a chance we’ll get interrupted. So you tell me, are you sure that you want to do it?” I smile. I knew one thing about my roommate and that is, unless there’s a loud noise, she won’t wake up. So all I had to do was stay quiet. “Honey, its you. How can I ever say no to that?” His hand moves to his clothed crotch, slowly starting to rub it. Unknowingly my muscles clench down there. Fuck I wish that dick was here with me, in me. I raise my top, holding it right under my boobs, making it bounce a little. “Cmon honey, lift it up for me..” he coaxes me.

*Xerxes’ POV*

She gives me the sweetest smile before lifting her top even more, revealing those two perfect big round boobs with its perky brown nipples. “Fuck..” a soft moan leaves my mouth. She tucks her top under her chin, then lowers her hands to hold her boobs in them. She lifts them up, jiggling them. My eyes are stuck on her round hard nipples looking perfect against the milky skin of her breasts. She plays around with them, holding them close together then slowly moving them up and down. The cord of her headphones was stuck in between her boobs but I knew why she wasn’t pulling it away. She wanted me to imagine my dick in there, the soft skin rubbing against my throbbing length. My own hand had pulled my shorts ff and was rubbing my dick. “You have to work faster na? There might not be much time,” she said in a normal tone. Of course. So I increase the pace of my hand. “I so wish you would lick your boobs honey,” my words were mixed with moans. She lifts her left breast to her mouth, then bends her head to suck on her skin. She uses her tongue to lick on the skin, sometimes long licks, then a shorter one. She repeats the same process with her right boob. “Fuck..” I moan again. My dick throbs in my hand and I rub it harder. She moves her boobs closer to the screen to show the wetness she caused. I just stare in complete awe at her. She moves back again and keeps rubbing her boobs. Her fingers slowly move around her nipples, fuck those perky nipples. Her face gives the most innocent expression while she juts her tongue out and her fingers move around her breasts. She softly whispers on the mic, “Would you cum on my boobs? Or on my face?” “Honey if you keep going like this, you’ll make me want to cum in you,” I say, feeling myself closer. “Let me push you closer and over the edge,” she says, then stands up, turns around and pulls her shorts down to her knees. Then she bends down on her bed and spreads her ass. “You would fuck my pussy?” She says. The entire view of her thighs, her big juicy ass, her shirt pulled down to show her boobs and finally her dripping pussy. That swollen clit, glistening with her juices. She clenches her muscles and that really was enough to push me over the edge. I cum on my hand, moaning into the mic, making it known to her that I came. She quickly pulls her shorts back up and sits properly. “So tell me honey, was it good?” she smiles. “Yes,” I reply, already sounding tired, my energy seemed to drain out of me. “Fuck,” I say softly. The sparkle in her eyes when she sees me cum. She stays quiet for a while then whispers, “you know you’re gonna have to do something now…”

“Is that so?” I smirk…

#long distance relationship #love #cute #relationship #phone sex #sex

This world suffocates me...

What do you do, when the world around you is all about moving forward and thinking of the next step and the future, when you want to live in a world where people try to live it one day at a time, getting the best out of that day, not worrying about what the future holds?

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