REQUESTS ARE OPEN?? I wanna request something downright embarrassing for the MLQC boys:") If you're down for it, headcanons for how the boys would hide a boner from MC? Are they gonna do anything about the fact that MC turns them on so much? Looove your ideas and writing btw. You're amazing!
AAAA thank you babe :DD and I love this request a lot LMAO, so Iâm happy it was requested!!!
And yes maâam ! Requests are always open, so ask anytime youâd like :D
Hope you enjoyâ€ïž these are pretty long hehe
(Pretty NSFW read at your own discretion; pls god forgive me)
MLQC crew hiding a boner from MC
This man swears that you could be wearing the ugliest thing in existence but still make it look so damn good.
But the problem here wasnât that the outfit youâd chosen for the conference with LFGâs shareholders was uglyâthe exact opposite actuallyâyou looked too good.
The way you strut up to the front of the room, giving everyone a full view of your backside, accentuated almost erotically in the deep purple pencil skirt youâd chosen especially for today. There was absolutely no way not everyoneâs eyes were on you, and most scrutinizing of all were none other than Victorâs.
Because heâs the only man in the room that doesnât need to imagine the perfect little ass tucked behind the silkâwhich is more of a problem than anything because the second your naked body appears in his mind...
Victor coughs into his elbow, so abruptly, everyone turns to himâincluding you. But when they realize it was nothing more than a meaningless cough, they avert this gazes back to the front of the room.
Your gaze lingers on Victor a few seconds longer, giving him a small smile before carrying on with whatever youâd been rambling about.
Charts, graphs, numbers, Manila files being passed around the table...he canât seem to focus on any of it when youâre occupying every single one of this thoughtsâand he doesnât want to stop thinking of you.
At first, Victor doesnât realize the heat pooling in his stomach, or the way it ripples downwards to his crotch. But when his pants begin to tighten and a slow ache works itâs way through his body, he scoots a little closer to the table and narrows his eyes.
Someone passes a folder to him, containing information about god-knows-what, but he reads on hoping itâll put him at ease.
Even that canât stop the myriad of lewd thoughts in his head; in fact, it begins to worsenâwith each passing image more erotic than the last, and so vivid, itâs almost as though youâre already lying beneath him.
Itâs all in the way that your hips slightly sway as you saunter around the room, the motion of your lips when you speakâbut in his mind, the words that come out arenât about ratings and Miracle Finderârather, unbridled moans of pleasure.
Itâs suddenly very hot in the conference room, but Victor knows heâs the only one feeling unbearably warm. He mutters a string of expletives under his breath, noticing that his situation is only becoming worse, but thereâs only so much he can conceal beneath the table.
But the meeting goes on, and the situation in his pants hadnât resolved even when the majority of the room had already left: leaving the two of you alone together.
You take a deep breath and walk behind Victorâs chair with a wide smile, tapping gently on his shoulder.
Victor doesnât turn like you expect him to; instead, he nods and clears his throat.
It was a little disheartening that...âgoodâ was all he had to say after you had revised and rehearsed for this conference for so long. You fall silent for a few seconds before making a meek excuse to leave.
At first, Victor doesnât say anythingâbut the minute youâve almost stepped completely out of reach, a hand reaches for your wrist and pulls you back.
After a small squeak of suprise, youâre finally face-to-face with Victor, whoâs turned an uncharacteristically shade of red. He looks directly at you through hooded eyes and frowns.
âHavenât I told you time and time again to avoid skirts like that?â
You smooth the creases in your skirt and begin to feel a bit insecure.
âWhy? Does it look bad?â
Victorâs expression is somewhere between exasperation and amusement. He gives your arm one last tug, pulling you so close that youâre almost draped around his shoulder.
âDummy... I couldnât take my eyes off of you...â
For some reason, your gaze falls to his crotch. Thereâs no ignoring the bulge in his pantsâyour mouth goes dry at the sight of it as a familiar pool of heat builds in your stomach.
Your prayers are answered in an instant the moment Victor allows you to straddle him in his chair, crashing his lips into yours to satisfy the one thing thatâd been on his mind since this meeting began.
Even worse than getting a boner in the first place (because trust meâLucien definitely doesnât get them often; in fact, heâs more used to giving you the lady-boners, but ig thereâs always an exception...), is getting them in the middle of a lecture...
He hoped that by some miracle, the 200 students seated in the auditorium, busily scratching notes and trying their best to keep up with the lesson, wouldnât notice where the crotch of his slacks had already risen a few centimeters to reveal the not-so-obvious boner heâd just gotten.
You, who had just appeared since the last time heâd seen you that day: on your knees, giving him the blowjob of his life before either of your alarms rang.
But even after they rang, he still couldnât help but return the favor.
You had walked in 10 minutes late, causing quite the disturbance when the doors to the lecture hall opened. You stumbled in shyly, daring a smile in Lucienâs direction before settling down.
Your hair was sticking out in some places; skirt bunched and creased. Even your purse was half openâthe expected appearance of someone whoâd almost missed their bus stop and rushed out the door in whatever they could put together fastest.
But aside from all that, Lucien couldnât tear his gaze away as you walked aisle to aisle, searching for a seat. It warmed his heart that youâd taken a few hours off of work to attend his lecture, and now that you finally here, he began to feel more at peace as he spoke on.
That peace, however, was short-lived.
Because the more he thought of you, sitting there and looking at him with the same gaze heâd seen only hours ago as you sucked him to completionâthe faster his heart began to beat again his chest. He could feel every drop of blood on itâs descent towards his lower regions.
He resorts to standing behind the podium; wide enough to conceal his crotch from his studentâs eyes. But the only eyes he wants on him right now are your own; and instead of all the terminology coming out of his mouth, he wishes he could be telling you to take him into your mouth once more.
The lecture takes too long to wrap up. As soon as the clock strikes 1 p.m and a sea of students rise from their seats and fill the auditoriumâs exit, Lucienâs already decided that the issue in his pants canât wait until home.
He needs you as soon as possible.
Thankfully, you never leave with the studentsâalways seated until after class to spend some time with Lucien before he runs off to take care of another task. At least today, heâd be free afterwards, so you were thinking of taking him out to lunch.
You peer up from the menu on your phone and notice Lucienâs nowhere to be found.
âLucien? Where did you...â
Your voice trails off when you feel a pair of strong around wrap around your torso. Blushing bright at the sudden contact, you look sideways and find Lucien smiling back at you.
âAh there you are! Okay, so would you prefer takeout or...â
He lets out a low chuckle and nods. âYou know I always go with whatever you prefer.â
Shrugging, you attempt to turn around but find yourself anchored in place by Lucienâs gripâwhoâs making absolutely no attempt to lean off of you anytime soon.
You figure heâs probably teasing you, so you try and twist out of his grip again, but heâs pressed you so firmly into his chest, itâs near-impossible.
âLucien, would you mind?â
â...Letâs just stay like this.â
He replies almost immediatelyâsounding a little strained, and when you peer up at his face, you notice the faintest tinge of red in his cheeks. But the bloom of color in the professorâs face is so rare, you almost think youâve imagined it.
By your third attempt to move, you feel something warm and solid pressing against your back.
And all the pieces fall into place.
You canât deny the suprise and excitement that bubbles in your chest upon realizing Lucienâs current state of neediness, so as you move around one last time, the motions are purposeful.
The breathy grunt that sounds by your ear the moment your backside rubs against his groin has the material of your panties already dampening. But always quickest to catch on, the professors fingers grip onto your hips before slowly slipping past the hem of your skirt.
The tips of his fingers brush against your slit through your panties, sensing every drop of arousoul that has seeped through. You take in a sharp breath at the sudden contact and rub against him again before peeking over your shoulder.
âAh...n-no one is coming in...right?â
Between groans, Lucien laughs and bends your figure over the tabletop slowly. The hem of your skirt is lifted well above your ass before your feel a finger hook around your underwear and pull it aside. Though your eyes are locked on the auditorium door, fearful of someoneâs intrusion, you let out a needy whine and squeeze them shut as his fingertips begin smearing your arousel around your opening.
Lucienâs voice is right by your ear after a telltale click of his belt buckle and the sound of denim being pushed aside.
âEven if they did, I wouldnât be able to stop myself.â
The superstar was almost regretful for bringing you along to his recordâs VIP party; but he always hated attending these things alone, and you happened to be free Saturday night.
One step through the doors of the nightclub; one glance at the strobe lights, alcohol, and barely-clothed attendees dancing wildly to the bass of the musicâhe wondered if this was an atmosphere you were comfortable in.
On the other hand, you grinned and took Kiroâs hand excitedly. Your enthusiasm threw cold water on his earlier notions, so without a second thought, he followed along eagerly.
The two of you rarely frequented clubs togetherâespecially since Kiro was never sure if it was your scene or notâ but you had melted into the hysterics and crowds of the party so effortlessly, he made a mental note to bring you along more often.
Of course, he kept a steadfast arm around your waist all night, distancing away from the rowdier crowds in case something escalated.
It wasnât until much later in the night, when the rave was at itâs peak, that he pulled you away into a much quieter and darker corner, despite your protests to stay a little longer.
The tiles beneath your feet were spinning rapidly. Even the crowds were fading into a swirling mass of color before you felt yourself trip and fall into a pair of strong arms. The cool surface of the leather couch sobered you up a bitâwhen you gazed up, the face in front of you came into view.
You couldnât believe youâd almost forgotten he was here with youâso swept up in the entertainment, you barely registered whose arm was still around your waist.
âYou drank a little too much, didnât you, Miss Chips?â
You blinked and nodded sheepishly. âWhere are we?â
Kiroâs palm smoothed the back of your head before he smiled. âWeâre still at the party. Just on the sidelines.â
You took a look around the dark corner before turning back to Kiro. His head was against the arm of the couch, looking up at you with hooded eyes. The hand at your head crept a little lower until you felt it at the base of your spineâsuddenly becoming aware of your positioning on the singer.
You were nearly straddling his lapâlegs on either side of his waist, and palms pressed flat against the countours of his chest.
Upon drunken instinct, you lowered your face and kissed him.
You couldnât remember the last time the two of you had kissed so passionately. If you hadnât been pressed so closely against him, you mightâve missed the sighs and moaning that slipped from his mouth any time the two of you separated for air.
But each time Kiro beckoned you closer, you unwittingly rolled your hips against his core, drawing out a moan from the blond. But after a few more seconds, you felt yourself pushed off lightly.
âHereâs not the right place...â
Kiroâs blush had nowhere to hide, even beneath the colorful strobe lights. He lifted his body carefully off the couch before you pressed him back down.
âWhy not? Weâre just kissingââ
âMiss Chips, please.â Kiroâs voice was breathless as he made a weak attempt to get up again.
As you hooked your leg around his torso and lowered yourself onto him again, you finally felt what heâd been trying to avoid all along.
The strain of his dick pressed perfectly between you legs. A bloom of color blossomed in your face as you felt it becoming harder against the slit of your panties.
The wetness seeping through made it easy for you to rock your body against his erection and any protests Kiro may have had before disappeared as he felt himself giving in.
The two of you built a rhythm quickly and had almost forgotten the party entirelyâfocusing solely on chasing each otherâs highs. A pool of heat filled your stomach when you rubbed against Kiro in a certain wayâin return, he made a sound that told you he was just as close as you were to the edge.
âKiro! There you are!â
The tension came crumbling down as the two of you turned in unison to find Savin standing nearby. He was smiling, but when a particular strobe illuminated the corner for a moment, his expression quickly faded.
Beside him was an equally shocked record exec. You quickly scrambled off your boyfriend as he stood up immediately. You ducked your head in embarrassment, cringing at whatever state the two of you were in.
Savin cleared his throat and looked away as Kiro attempted to make himself look presentable, in turn, the record exec laughed aloud.
âWeâll continue later, Miss Chips...â Kiro whispered in your direction, but when you finally looked bacj to find him walking in Savinâs direction, there was a slight limb in his steps.
Worst of all, the strain in his pants was still partly visible.
âKiro! Youâre...â still hard
He cut you off with a nervous laugh and continued his awkward walk to the agent and record exec who could barely face him. âHaha...Donât worry about me, Miss. Chips...Itâs really nothing...â
Later that night, you find out that it was anything but ânothingâ
The motorbikeâs engine roared in your ear as Gavin drove down the highway.
He didnât mean to pick you up from work on his motorbike, but his car was being repaired, so this would do for the time being. Unfortunately, he didnât account for your skirt being particularly long that day, so instead of placing you behind, you sat in front of Gavin for once!
It felt risky to have him pressing against you as he attempted to maneuver the handles from behind, but you fit so snuggly around his body, it wasnât as dangerous as you had originally thought.
The two of you arrived at a stop light; the roar of the engine disappeared as the evening wind replaced it in your ears. You felt yourself relax against the bike seat after staying uncomfortably upright to make it easier for Gavin to drive, so without a second though, you leaned against the handles.
You stretched you spine out as much as you could manage in such a tight position, which resulted in your backside rubbing against the closest thing to it.
The material of your skirt was excessively thin, and with you snuggled so close to his body, it was expected for those two regions to eventually touch.
But what Gavin hadnât expected was for the sensation to feel so good.
Something rushed up his spine as his gaze, previously on the road ahead, fell onto you.
The skirt was certainly...form-fitting. He was taken aback when you first stepped out, dropping countless compliments and had almost forgotten about it until now
His gaze studied your backside closelyâthe dips of your waist and hips, and how the material of your skirt stretched to accentuate the perfect ass pressing right up against his crotch. Especially now with all the movement you were doing...
He wanted to think it was just the helmet making it unbearably warm. Heat instantly pooled in his lower regions, on a descent towards his erogenous zone and in just a few moments, he was met with a familiar strain in his pants.
You reached out and smoothed a wrinkle in your clothing, backing up yet again against your boyfriendâs little situation. He stifled a grunt and squeezed his eyes tight.
Finally, green light flooded the dim street as every vehicle began crossing the intersection.
You were confused as to why he hadnât driven off yet and turned to find his eyes shut.
Your voice and the beeps of other vehicles in the lane woke him from his little attempt to get you off his mind. In an instant, he sped off, catching you by suprise at the sudden speed even though the apartment complex was right around the corner...
You called out above the wind, which had suddenly become brutally strong. Gavin gripped the handles of the motorbike so tightly, his knuckles were whiter than youâd ever seen them.
âGavin! Weâre already here!â
Though he was speeding down the road, he caught site of the building just a few blocks from where the two of you were. He slammed on the brakes, causing the motorcycle to lurch forward and the front-most passenger to move with the sudden inertia.
Unfortunately, that happened to be you; and as you suddenly moved forward, your ass rubbed closely against something warm and solid.
Gavin stifled another grunt, clenching the handles tightly as he drove to find a parking space. Thankfully, you hadnât noticed the little situation yet and he prayed that, somehow, you wouldnât.
At least you were finally getting off the bike, but even that wouldnât pass peacefully. You swung your legs to one side of the bike, causing yet another delicious roll of your hips against where Gavin wanted them to least be.
And with you out of the way, he stared down at his boner with a nervous blush and cursed himself. There was no way you wouldnât noticeâand just as he had expected, you did.
âGav, are you alrigâoh...!â
There was nothing more humiliating than seeing your gaze fall to where his dick was straining painfully against his pants. Your voice trailed off, though your mouth remained open before Gavin interrupted.
âJust get inside and Iâll...Iâll take care of this...â
He prepared to drive off before you leaned forward and kissed him suddenly. The kiss had taken him by suprise, so he didnât register the movement of your hand as it dipped down the material of his shirt and rubbed him through the denim.
Gavinâs mouth opened as if to make a sound, but you shut him up immediately by slipping your tongue through and gripping him more tightly.
You hoped he would understand when you returned to the seat of the bike and continued to touch and stroke him differently. You felt wetness between your own legs and sped your motions as though trying to speak through actions alone.
And thankfully, it got the message across.
