Global servers will NOT shut down if we go on a login strike, if we rate down the app stores or if we temporarily uninstall the game (make sure your account is bound to an email etc so you don't risk losing progress). These are all a common form of expressing players' displeasure many games have experienced before.
When you protest, you gotta show them we want change. **Not** logging in will help that. They will not shut LADS down because of it Staying strong and staying off game will also help them see how serious we are.
Servers are NOT shutting down for "retrification" or an update or anything similar unless LADS announces it themselves. This is not just about Valko, now anything or anyone can go if haters control the narrative.
DO NOT scan random QR codes regardless of supposedly why they were given to you. It can be a malicious link or bypass your Discord login (Discord QR code scan bypasses Two-Factor Authentication (2FA) and password input).
They should be in meetings trying to figure out their next steps. That is not going to take 3 days, this is a BILLION dollar company, give them time. Keep pressuring them, they will have to listen
Do not listen to rumors and stop spreading them please. Continue the good fight â¤ď¸ and take care of yourselves
Infold will not be asking for your money via third-party or in any other way except the in-game store or official top up center.
Infold will also never ask you to share your password/login information with anyone for any purpose except for logging in on the official game or the official top up center.
Global servers will NOT shut down if we go on a login strike, if we rate down the app stores or if we temporarily uninstall the game (make sure your account is bound to an email etc so you don't risk losing progress). These are all a common form of expressing players' displeasure many games have experienced before.
Servers are NOT shutting down for "retrification" or an update or anything similar unless LADS announces it themselves.
DO NOT scan random QR codes regardless of supposedly why they were given to you. It can be a malicious link or bypass your Discord login (Discord QR code scan bypasses Two-Factor Authentication (2FA) and password input).
Infold will not be asking for your money via third-party or in any other way except the in-game store or official top up center.
Infold will also never ask you to share your password/login information with anyone for any purpose except for logging in on the official game or the official top up center.
Actionable Ideas for Challenging Infold Over Valko's Release (Updated!)
A lot of LADS fans are really upset over Infold's decision to shelve Valko. This is my attempt at creating action items for fans wanting to do something but are unsure where to start.
Here are some methods for giving Infold feedback:
Sign this petition and this petition
Reply to their posts on X (Twitter)
Comment on their Instagram posts and unfollow them
Comment on their Facebook posts and unfollow them
Comment on their YouTube videos and unfollow them
Comment on their XHS/RedNote posts and unfollow them
Join their official Discord Server and voice your dissatisfaction
Leave a 1-star review on the Apple App Store or the Google Play Store
Complete the survey in the Love and Deepspace app by selecting the box/pencil icon in the top right corner of the home screen
"Suggest" Valko's release in the Love and Deepspace app by going to Settings > More > Support, then select "Suggestion"
(If you want to be slightly passive-aggressive) On 9 July, go to Settings > More > Support, then select "Bug Report" and fill out the report stating that the promised Valko content is missing
Uninstall the LADS app after sending feedback, unless you want to continue using Support as another place to give repeated feedback
Remember: if we want Infold to listen to us, we MUST remain persistent, civil, and demonstrate our affection for the game. I highly doubt they will be intimidated by non-CN players, which means we are held to a different standard. What is effective for them will not be effective for us.
With that said, remember these do's and dont's:
Do vary your written feedback. Making each piece of feedback you give at least slightly different, particularly in emails, will ensure your thoughts are not filtered out.
Do repeatedly submit/post/send your feedback over the next few weeks. Email them today, in a few days, on 9 July, and in the weeks after. Post on their social media every day. Overwhelm them and show them this isn't going to go away over a few free Wishes.
Do prepare to CONTINUE submitting/posting/sending your feedback over the next few months. Infold needs to see that we won't let this issue go. Schedule emails to be sent to them over the next 3 months. Draft X posts today and copy and paste them to post in a few months time. Draft your long-form in-app feedback in preperation for the update and the upcoming banners. Create reminders to check and comment on their posts weekly. Don't let them get comfortable. Be a dog with a bone (lol).
Do maintain a polite tone in your feedback (even when you are issuing a threat like leaving the game).
Do specify your current disappointments, long-term criticisms, and expectations for the future of the game should you continue to play. For example, don't just say you want more Main Story updates; specify that you want them every three months.
Do clearly isolate your long-term issues with the game from the current issue of Valko's release. Make it clear that those issues are not resolved by delaying or permanently canceling Valko's debut.
Do talk positively about whatever you can (ie. enjoying other LIs, enjoying the content of the Main Story itself, appreciating the worldbuilding, etc). This may feel difficult, but it demonstrates that you are a passionate player. Infold can assume that a player so invested in the game would need something drastic to push them to leave.
Don't use profanity.
Don't reference CN players.
Don't bring up Infold's past mistakes. We need to stay focused on the current issues.
Don't criticize anything about Valko's teased content. This one may be unpopular, I know. If Infold is pulling back Valko's release, I don't think it's likely that they will be willing to invest any more time and money into his development. If they continue to get more and more criticisms about him and don't care to change anything about him, they will never release him. I'm not minimizing any fan's concerns; I'm suggesting we choose a priority.
If you are unsure where to start, here are some talking points:
Express your excitement over Valko (bonus points if you give reasons why). Did you come back from a long hiatus for him?
Express your disappointment over not having Valko in the game. How will it impact your enjoyment of the game?
Describe how you prepared for his anticipated arrival.
⢠In-game (farm for dias, bought packs, etc)
⢠On your devices (created storage space, bought a new device, etc)
⢠Financially (budgeted for buying packs upon his release, etc)
Describe how you engaged in fandom around Valko. Did you create fanart, fanfiction, or other fanworks? How much were you consuming fanworks showcasing him? Demonstrating how beloved he was before any real content of his being released indicates a warm reception if/when he is released.
What are the current issues you experience with the game? Be specific. Describe exactly how they impact your gameplay. Suggest a concrete way those issues could be resolved. Assert that Valko's release being postponed or canceled will not resolve these issues.
Express concern for the changes to their planned story arc his absence would create. Question if those changes would be as enjoyable as their original plan.
(If you're feeling up to it) Acknowledge the amount of time, effort, and money that must have gone into creating Valko. Let them know it would disappoint you to see it go to waste.
Infold made a terrible decision. We need to take action and let Infold know that a large portion of the LADS fanbase wants Valko to be released at some point. Let's try to remain positive where we can, engage in positive fandom, and do our best to make our voices heard by Infold.
Thanks to @shivasdarknight, @adehsroyal, and @alyxzenia for their contributions!
This is how I will be spending my evening after work. This is so frustrating, this company completely f*cked themselves over. There were so many ways to handle this better. So disappointed and I have so many opinions of lile to share but can't currently.
I'm more of a dolphin and now my money will be going elsewhere. I hope boycotting and voiceing our opinions does something to the company but damn what a sht show
đ˛Öźđ˘ featuring đ XAVIER, RAFAYEL, ZAYNE, SYLUS & CALEB â how lads men would give you head.
đ˛Öźđ˘ content warnings đ lots and lots of cunninglingus, they EAT it (that's the main point here), pwnp, somno in xavâs part, lots of focus on female orgasm, praise & degradation, clitplay, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, fingering, sixty-nine position in zayneâs, oral for both f&m in his part too, riding nose for sylus, caleb is stealing panties (.... again), whimpering and begging for him as usual... (I don't know what else)
đ˛Öźđ˘ cherryâs note đ I've spent embarassing amount of time and effort into this. so, if this flops I'll blow up with everyone here. thank you @lunarkyn & @beatricetonguedi for helping me sorting out xav ân rafâs part...also, this ask right here....you guys saved me there. big kisses for y'all <3
ć˛ćĺ ⌠XAVIER !
Xavier slips through the door just past three a.m., the apartment dim and quiet except for the soft hum of the city outside. His shoulders sag under the weight of the day âendless missions, blood, light-blades, paperworkâ but the moment he sees you curled in the middle of his bed, everything else fades.
Youâre wearing his favorite oversized sweater, the one that smells like him even after a wash, sleeves slipping over your hands, hem riding high on your thighs. Nothing underneath but a whisper-thin pair of pantiesâpale blue, already darkened at the center with the faintest hint of want. Youâre on his sheets, in his clothes, breathing slow and sweet⌠itâs the only reward he ever needs.
He exhales, long and shaky, kicking off his boots. Doesnât bother with the light. Just shrugs out of his jacket, peels away the holster, and crawls onto the mattress like a starving man finally allowed to eat.
You stir when the bed dips, murmuring his name in that sleepy-soft voice that makes his cock twitch painfully against his zipper.
âShh, baby,â he whispers, lips brushing your knee as he settles between your thighs. âGo back to sleep. Just need my dessert.â
He starts slowâgod, so fucking slowâlike he has all the time in the world. Mouth warm and lazy, kissing over the damp cotton first, breathing you in through the fabric until the panties are soaked twice over. Only then does he hook a finger under the gusset and tug it aside, humming at the sight of you makeâswollen, glistening, already fluttering for him.
The first lick is a long, flat stripe from entrance to clit, deliberate, savoring. He groans like heâs tasting something forbidden and perfect, the sound rumbling straight into your core.
âFuck⌠missed this all day,â he mumbles against you, voice thick with exhaustion and hunger. âMissed this pretty pussy waiting for me.â
His thumb settles over your clit, pressing in slow circlesâjust enough pressure to make your hips jerkâwhile his tongue pushes inside you, slow and filthy, curling like heâs trying to drink you dry. Every tiny reaction you give himâthe gasp, the whimper, the way your thighs tremble on either side of his headâhe catalogues it, stores it, uses it. He learns you like he learns constellations: reverent, obsessive, permanent.
Hours. He stays down there for hours.
Sometimes he pulls back just to watch his thumb work you, eyes heavy-lidded and dark, lips shiny with you. âLook at you leaking for me already⌠such a messy girl.â Then he dives back in, lips sealing around your clit in a tight, perfect âO,â sucking soft and steady while two fingers slide in to stroke that spot that makes your back arch clean off the bed.
Youâre closeâso closeâwhen he suddenly changes.
Itâs like a switch flips.
The lazy worship turns feral in a heartbeat. Tongue flicking fast and hard, thumb grinding rough circles, fingers curling and pumping with ruthless precision. The wet sounds are obsceneâloud, sloppy, echoing in the quiet room. He growls against you, hips grinding into the mattress because heâs so hard it hurts, chasing his own edge just from the taste of you.
âGive it to me,â he rasps, voice wrecked. âCum on my tongueâwanna feel you fall apart, baby, pleaseââ
You shatterâsobbing his name, thighs clamping around his head, whole body shaking as he drinks down every pulse, every gush, licking you through it like heâll die if he misses a single drop.
When the aftershocks fade, he doesnât stop. Just slows again, gentle now, soothing, pressing sleepy kisses to your swollen folds, your inner thighs, the soft crease where leg meets hip. His lower face is drenchedâchin, lips, even his nose glisteningâand he doesnât care. Wipes it off on your thigh and smiles, drowsy and satisfied.
âCâmere,â he murmurs, voice hoarse.
He gathers you close, pulling you into his chest, your back to his front, legs tangled. His cock is still hard against your ass, but he ignores it, nuzzling into your hair.
âLove you,â he whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear. âLove how you taste⌠love how you sound you make when you come for me⌠love you in my sweater, in my bedâŚâ
You feel him smile against your neck, hear the soft, contented hum as he finally lets sleep take him.
âJust needed my dessert,â he mumbles, already half-gone. âBest part of the whole damn day.â
And with your taste still on his tongue and your body limp in his arms, Xavier drifts offâhappy, full, and utterly yours.
çĽç ⌠RAFAYEL !
Rafayel comes to you pouting.
You hear it before you see himâ the dramatic sigh, the keys tossed onto the counter with theatrical flair, the soft thud of his shoes kicked off one by one.
âCutie ignored me all day,â he announces to the empty living room, voice lilting like heâs wounded. âLeft me to rot in that boring studio while you were out doing⌠whatever mysterious human things you do.â
Youâre on the couch in nothing but his silk button-upâthree buttons done, the rest hanging open) and a pair of lace panties he bought you âas a joke.â The jokeâs on him; theyâre already ruined.
He stops in the doorway, eyes narrowing, lips curling into that dangerous little smirk.
âOh. Look who decided to dress up like a present.â
You donât even get to answer before heâs on you, knees hitting the rug, hands sliding up your thighs and spreading them wide like heâs unveiling a masterpiece.
âMissed this pretty cunt,â he murmurs, voice velvet and venom. âBet it missed me too, hm?â
He starts slow, cruelly slow. Kisses everywhere except where you need him: soft presses along the crease of your thigh, the delicate skin just above your clit, the lace edge of your panties. Every time you twitch toward his mouth he pulls back, laughing under his breath.
âRafayelââ
âShh. Good art takes time, baby.â
He drags the flat of his tongue over the soaked fabric once, just once, then blows a cool stream of air right through it. Your hips jerk; he pins them down with one hand like itâs nothing.
âSensitive tonight? Cute.â
Finally, finally, he tugs the lace aside with his teeth. The first real touch is just his lips: plush, warm, closing over your folds in a slow, open-mouthed kiss. He makes out with your pussy the way he kisses you when heâs trying to ruin your lipstick: deep, lazy, filthy, lips sliding and catching and sucking like heâs trying to drink you through them. A soft, wet sound every time he pulls away and dives back in.
You feel it in your spine.
He hums some annoying pop song thatâs been stuck in his head for three days, the vibration rolling straight into your clit. Your hand flies to his hair on instinct.
âYesâfuckâpull it,â he breathes against you, tongue flicking out to trace your entrance. âUse me, cutie, câmon.â
You do. You fist those soft violet strands and shove his face exactly where you want it. He moans like you just gave him a gift, nose bumping your clit, rubbing it in messy circles until itâs shiny with you. Then he pulls back just far enough to spit, once, twice, watching it drip down your folds with half-lidded eyes.
âPretty,â he whispers, and seals his mouth over you again.
He edges you twice. Brings you right to the cliff with that wicked mouth and those long artistâs fingers curling inside you, then stops, blowing cool air over your throbbing clit until youâre shaking and cursing his name. The third time you sob, actually sob, he laughs softly and gives in.
âAlright, alright. Greedy baby.â
And then he doesnât stop.
He sucks your clit between those sinful lips and flutters his tongue so fast your vision whites out. Fingers scissoring, stroking, spitting again just to hear the wet sound when he pumps them back in. You come with his name cracked in half on your tongue, thighs clamping around his ears, and he just groans like heâs the one unraveling, drinking every pulse like itâs paint and heâs starving.
Youâre still trembling through the aftershocks when he starts again.
Second orgasm. Third. Fourth. By the fifth youâre crying, oversensitive, pushing weakly at his forehead while he licks you open like heâll never get enough.
âR-Rafâpleaseâtoo muchââ
He pulls off just long enough to flash you a lazy, smug grin, lips swollen pink, chin dripping, eyes glassy with lust.
âOne more,â he coos, voice hoarse. âYou can give me one more, canât you? For your poor neglected boyfriend who missed you all day?â
He waits until your hand falls limp against the cushion, until your body going soft and trusting again.
Then he dives back in.
By the time he finally lets you breathe, youâre boneless, tears drying on your cheeks, his silk shirt twisted around your waist. He crawls up your body, kisses you slow and deep so you taste yourself all over his tongue, and smiles against your lips.
âBest welcome-home ever,â he whispers, nipping your bottom lip. âNext time leave the panties off. Save me thirty whole seconds.â
Youâre too wrecked to even roll your eyes.
He just laughs, tucks you into his chest, and hums that stupid song again, content, smug, and absolutely drenched in you.
éťćˇą ⌠ZAYNE !
You come home dragging your feet, shoulders knotted, temples throbbing from twelve straight hours of deadlines and idiots. Zayne is already thereâwhite coat traded for a charcoal sweater, sleeves pushed to the elbows, glasses low on his nose while he reviews charts on the couch. He glances up once and immediately closes the tablet.
âBed. Now,â he says, voice calm, clinical, final. âYouâre presenting with acute sympathetic overdrive. Heart rate elevated, trapezius spasming, cortisol through the roof.â
You groan. âIâm fineââ
âYouâre not.â He stands, towering, gentle but immovable. âDoctorâs orders: you need to relieve yourself properly. Thoroughly.â
You flop face-first onto the mattress still in your work clothes. He follows, fingers already working the buttons of your blouse with surgical precision.
âAnd you?â you mumble into the pillow. âYou pulled a double shift yesterday. You must be just as tense.â
A low hum behind you. âI am. Which is why weâre going to treat both of us at once. Efficiency, darling.â
Before you can ask what that means, heâs sliding your skirt and panties off in one smooth motion, lifting you like you weigh nothing, settling on his back in the center of the bed. His cock is already hard against his slacksâthick, flushed, curving slightly toward his stomach when he frees it. He pats his chest.
âStraddle me. Face down.â
You know the position. You love the positionâsixty-nine. Still, your thighs shake as you climb over him, knees bracketing his ribs, hands bracing on either side of his hips. He guides you back until your soaked cunt hovers an inch above his mouth.
âGood girl. Now lower yourself. Let me take care of you.â
The first touch of his tongue is preciseâone long, deliberate lick from entrance to clit that makes your arms buckle. He groans, deep and satisfied, hands clamping on your hips to pull you flush against his face.
âLabia minora engorged,â he murmurs, voice muffled, vibrating straight into your clit. âClitoral hood retracted. Perfect autonomic response.â
You whimper around the head of his cock as you sink down, lips stretching wide. Heâs thick, hot, pulsing against your tongue, and the taste of himâclean skin, faint salt, pure Zayneâmakes you dizzy.
He starts slow, academic, like heâs mapping you. Tongue tracing every fold, cataloguing every twitch.
âThe levator ani is fluttering beautifully,â he says, breath ghosting over your clit. âPelvic floor tension releasing already. Excellent.â
Then his fingers slide inâtwo at once, no resistance because youâre dripping for himâand crook upward in that cruel, perfect angle that hits your front wall dead-on. His mouth seals over your clit, sucking in steady pulses while his fingers pump slow, deep, relentless.
You choke on his cock, eyes watering, throat working to take him deeper. He rewards you with a throaty moan that you feel in your spine.
âSexual release triggers oxytocin and prolactin cascade,â he lectures between licks, voice wrecked now. âReduces serum cortisol by up to thirty percent. Youâre going to come for me at least three times. Minimum therapeutic dose.â
You try to pull off to breathe and he growls, hips flexing up, fucking shallowly into your mouth.
âNo. Stay. Breathe through your nose. Relax your soft palateâyesâlike that.â
His fingers speed up, scissoring, curling, while his tongue flicks your clit in tight, merciless circles. You come the first time with a muffled scream around his cock, thighs clamping on his head, entire body seizing. He doesnât stop âjust switches to soft, soothing licks while you ride it out, murmuring praise against your folds.
âFirst orgasm achieved. Heart rate one-thirty and climbing. Preparing second.â
The second hits harder, faster, because he adds a third finger and sucks your clit like heâs trying to leave a bruise. You sob around him, tears streaking into his trimmed hair, hips grinding helplessly.
Heâs leaking steadily now, precome painting your tongue, cock jerking every time you swallow around him. You can feel him getting closeâhis thighs tensing under your hands, breath ragged against your cunt.
âCum with me,â he orders, voice cracking for the first time. âThird one. Now.â
He curls his fingers hard, tongue lashing your clit without mercy, and you shatter againâvision whiting out, whole body locking up. The clench of your throat around his cock drags him over with you; he spills hot and thick down your throat with a broken groan, hips stuttering, fingers buried to the knuckle inside you while he licks you through both climaxes like heâll never get enough.
When itâs over you collapse forward, cheek against his thigh, panting. He gently maneuvers you off him, turns you around, gathers you close. His face is flushed, lips swollen and shining with you, glasses fogged and crooked. He kisses your temple, voice soft again.
âCortisol levels should be negligible now,â he whispers. âSleep. Iâll run a warm bath in twenty minutes. Hydration and electrolytes next.â
You laugh, hoarse and wrecked. âYouâre such a nerd.â
He hums, already half-asleep, arms locked around you like steel bands.
âAnd youâre cured,â he murmurs against your hair. âFor tonight, at least.â
秌彝 ⌠SYLUS !
Sylus is sprawled on the couch in nothing but low-slung grey sweatpants and that infuriating little smirk, scarlet eyes flicking across the tablet in his hand like the numbers on the screen are more interesting than you.
Youâre curled against his side, wearing his black dress shirt and literally nothing else, pretending to scroll on your phone. Except youâre not pretending very well. Your gaze keeps sliding to the sharp, arrogant line of his nose, the way it cuts through the dim light like it was sculpted for sin.
The words slip out before you can stop them.
âYour nose looks so rideable.â
Silence.
Then the tablet lowers, slow and deliberate. Those crimson eyes lock onto you, amusement and pure danger swirling together.
âCome again, sweetie?â
Heat floods your face. You slap a hand over your mouth, mortified, but itâs too late. The smirk spreads, wicked and slow.
âDidnât know my kitten was so obsessed with my nose,â he drawls, voice velvet and smoke. âHow long have you been thinking about grinding that pretty little cunt all over it, hm?â
You squeak. Actually squeak.
He tosses the tablet aside, stands in one fluid motion, and scoops you up like you weigh nothing. Two strides and youâre in his bedroom, the city glittering through floor-to-ceiling windows behind the massive bed.
Sylus drops onto his back, arms folded behind his head, looking like a king waiting for tribute.
âWell?â He arches one brow. âRide it, then. Ride until youâre satisfied, kitten. Iâve got all night.â
Your thighs are trembling before you even straddle his chest. He watches, hungry, as you crawl forward, knees settling on either side of his head. The moment your slick folds brush the bridge of his nose he inhales, deep and filthy, eyes fluttering half-shut.
âFuck,â he breathes. âYouâre already dripping for me. Greedy girl.â
You sink down slowly, gasping at the first contact (his nose is perfect, straight and firm, slotting right between your lips, the tip nudging your clit). The groan he lets out vibrates through your entire body.
âMove,â he orders, voice rough. âUse me.â
You do.
It starts tentativeâlittle rolls of your hips, testing, savoring, but his big hands slide up to grip your ass, spreading you wider, guiding you harder, faster. Every forward drag smears your wetness along the sharp ridge of his nose; every backward glide has the tip bumping your clit so perfectly your vision sparks.
âThatâs it,â he growls against you, tongue flicking out to lap at your entrance between breaths. âFuck my face exactly how you want. Make a mess.â
You lose it.
Hands flying to the headboard, you start riding him in earnestâhips snapping, thighs burning, tits bouncing under the open shirt. His tongue spears inside you every time you glide back, nose grinding your clit mercilessly when you rock forward. The room fills with wet, obscene sounds and your broken moans echoing moans of his name.
âSylusâoh godâright thereââ
He laughs, dark and filthy, the sound muffled against your cunt. âNot God, sweetie. Just your very devoted boyfriend letting you ruin his face.â
Youâre dripping everywhereâdown his nose, his cheeks, his chin, pooling in the hollow of his throat. He drinks it like wine, tongue thrusting deep, nose rubbing hard circles until your legs start shaking uncontrollably.
âClose,â you sob, nails scraping the headboard. âSylus, Iâmââ
âDo it,â he snarls, fingers digging bruises into your ass, forcing you to ride faster. âCome all over my fucking face. Mark me up, kitten. Want to smell you for days.â
The orgasm slams into you so hard you nearly collapse. Your whole body locks, a silent scream tearing from your throat as you gush against his mouth, hips jerking helplessly while he keeps licking, keeps rubbing keeps you riding the peak until youâre crying from overstimulation.
When the tremors finally fade, you try to lift off, legs jelly. His arms lock around your thighs like steel.
âWhere do you think youâre going?â he rasps, voice hoarse, face absolutely drenched and gleaming. âI said until youâre satisfied. Weâre nowhere near done.â
You whimper, because youâre still pulsing, still empty and aching in the best way.
He grins up at you, wicked and adoring, nose shiny with you, lips swollen and red.
âRound two, sweetie. And this time Iâm setting the pace.â
He flips you effortlessly, pinning your thighs open with his broad shoulders, and dives back in like a man possessed.
Youâre not leaving that bed until the sun comes upâand neither is the smug, perfect, rideable nose that started it all.
ĺ¤äťĽćź ⌠CALEB !
You canât even remember how you got here.
One minute you were storming into Calebâs room, cheeks burning with second-hand shame embarassmentâfinding your favorite pair of panties balled up under his pillow like some dirty little secret. The next, he was on his knees in front of you, sunshine smile gone, pupils blown wide, begging in that cracked, desperate voice youâd never heard from him before.
âIâm sorry, pipsqueakâfuck, Iâm so sorry, I justâyour smellââ
And now itâs been hours.
Hours of him on his knees between your spread thighs, face shoved into the soaked cotton of the panties you didnât even bother taking off. Hours of his tongue dragging slow, worshipful stripes over the fabric, nose buried so deep heâs practically suffocating himself in you. Hours of him whining like a kicked puppy every time you let him up for air.
Youâve got one leg hooked over his shoulder, knee locked around the back of his neck, heel digging into his spine to keep him exactly where you want him. His hands are fisted in the sheets because you threatened to stop everything if he touched himself.
âPlease,â he mumbles again, voice muffled and wet against your crotch. âPlease, Iâm sorryââ
âPlease what, huh?â You tug his hair hard enough to make him gasp, forcing his red-rimmed eyes up to yours. âYou thought youâd just get away with stealing my panties like some gross little pervert? Look at you now.â
A broken whimper spills out of him. His hips jerk forward involuntarily, grinding against nothing, and you feel the wet spot on his sweatpants brush your ankle.
You laugh, mean and sweet. âLicking my cunt through my own panties like a dog. Pathetic.â
He sobsâactually sobs, hot breath fanning over the soaked fabric. His cock is outlined obscenely in his pants, flushed angry red at the tip, a steady drip of precome darkening the grey cotton. When his hand twitches toward it you kick it away with your free foot.
âOh no no no. This is a punishment, remember? You donât get to touch that filthy cock of yourâs.â
Calebâs whole body shakes. He leans forward again without being told, tongue flattening against the gusset, licking broad, desperate stripes like heâs trying to drink you through the barrier. You reward him with a slow roll of your hips, grinding your clit against the bridge of his nose, and he moans like heâs the one coming undone.
âYou humiliated me, Caleb,â you sigh, threading fingers through his hair just to yank harder. âRuined everything we had. Our friendship, everything. Least you can do is feel a fraction of it.â
You glance down and, oh. Thereâs a fresh, darker patch spreading at the front of his sweats. He came just from this. Just from tasting you through cotton and being called a pervert.
You laugh again, delighted and cruel. âAww, did you just come in your pants? Already?â
He whimpers, nodding frantically, hips still twitching through the aftershocks.
âPoor baby,â you coo, and finally, finally hook your thumbs into the waistband of your ruined panties. âGuess Iâll be niceâah!âwait, waitâahhh, fuck!â
The second the fabric is pushed aside Caleb snaps.
Hands shoot up to grip your thighs hard enough to bruise, spreading you open like heâs starving. Thereâs a sharp rip as he tears the panties clean in half, and then his mouth is on you, no hesitation, no teasing, just pure, sloppy desperation.
He buries his face so deep his nose is flush against your clit, shaking his head side to side to coat himself in you. Tongue plunging inside, curling, licking up every drop like itâs the first time heâs ever tasted anything good in his life. The noises are obscene, wet, animal, his moans vibrating straight into your core.
You cry out, back arching, fingers tightening in his hair until he whines. He doesnât care. Heâs humping your leg now, cock still hard and leaking through his soaked sweats, dragging himself against your leg like he canât help it. You twitch at the sheer size of it, the feeling of it dragging against your skin through his pants.
âF-fuckâCalebââ
He pulls back just long enough to gasp, âTaste so fucking good, pipsqueak, please donât stop, pleaseââ
Then heâs back, sucking your clit between his lips, tongue flicking fast and messy while his hips rut helplessly against your calf. You can feel how big he is even through the fabric, thick and ridiculous, and the thought alone makes you clench around nothing.
Your thighs start shaking. Youâre close, so close, and he can tell because he doubles down, licking into you like heâs trying to crawl inside and never leave.
When you come itâs sudden and brutal, a full-body spasm that has you yanking his hair hard enough to hurt. He moans like itâs the best thing thatâs ever happened to him, drinking you down in greedy gulps, hips stuttering as he spills again in his pants just from the taste of you cuming on his tongue.
When the haze clears youâre both panting. Heâs still on his knees, face shiny and wrecked, eyes glassy with devotion and shame.
You loosen your grip in his hair, petting gently now.
âFriendshipâs not the only thing ruined,â you whisper, breathless.
Caleb just smiles, small and sheepish and utterly fucked-out. âGood,â he rasps, voice raw. âWas getting tired of pretending anyway.â
Š CHERRYSCRIPT 2025 â don't copy, translate, feed my work to ai
