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PONY — P.SH

─── my saddle's waiting, come and jump on it ⋆˚꩜｡ OR you're the prettiest girl in town and everyone loves you. every night, men wait in the bar for your mechanical bull-ride performance, but only one man catches your eye.

pairing: cowboy!sunghoon x club-performer f!reader

content+warnings: not proofread, smut, lots of teasing, dry humping, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), riding duh, nipple play, big dick sunghoon gulp, clit play, overstimulation - lmk if i missed anything!

word count: 2.9k / 2,965

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xxfrozenpearlsxx

Squeeze and I'll Come

—⊹ this work was originally commissioned and given consent to be shared (personal details about the commissioner had been edited out)

MDNI 🔞

Synopsis: Sleepless nights tangled with buried feelings plague your mind, and those soft yet unreadable pink-blue abyssal eyes haunt your restlessness just as they have so many nights before. So your hand reaches for the only thing that bridges your heart to his. The fishtail beacon. Content warnings: Abysswalker x princess, Implied Insomnia, Implied Slowburn, Emotional vulnerability, Mutual pining, Princess x Assassin Dynamic, Forbidden love, Yearning, Soul bond, Reincaration & Past lives (implied; kind of connected to his myth), Sexual tension, First kiss, Love confessions, Body worship, Glove & hand kink, Breath play, Sensation play (slight), Biting, Hair pulling, Nipple play, Soft dom & Service top Rafayel, Fingering, Slight Dirty talk, Teasing, Straddling & Thigh grinding, Implied virginity, Vaginal sex, Multiple orgasms, Creampie, Cuddling Word count: 7.7k Author's note: soo mhm, finally time for some Abysswalker;) it's curious and sad that i don't see as many Abysswalker fics out there, and i've wanted to write him for the longest time. hopefully i did him justice ♡

The fishtail beacon is warm.

It shouldn’t be. It is bone and scale and whatever strange Lemurian craft shaped it into the delicate thing it is, small enough to curl inside the bowl of your palm, light enough that you forget you are holding it until the heat reminds you.

And it is always warm. Not the borrowed warmth of a thing held too long against skin but rather something deeper, something that pulses faintly when you press your thumb to its ridged spine, something that feels like it is breathing.

cherryw0n

Sex with Jake while being high pleaseeeeee?? The nastiest one at that...🤩

nasty dog | sim jake

pairing: neighbor!jake x younger!reader (afab)

synopsis: one visit to your friendly neighbor's house with the intention of giving him freshly baked pastries that your mom made took quite a heated turn.

genre: smut

contains: profanity, weed usage, high sex, age gap (jake is 24, reader is 18), unprotected sex, corruption, unethical behavior, morally grey characters, power imbalance

smut warnings: dom!jake x sub!reader, spit play, masturbation (f.), voyeurism, exhibitionism, inexperienced!reader, virginity loss, dirty talk, corruption kink, clitoral stimulation, pussy rubbing, teasing, fingering, mutual masturbation, daddy kink, manhandling, oral (f. & m. receiving), 69, pet names (little girl, sweetie, doll...), reader has a bush (bush girlies rise!), breeding kink, roleplay elements, praise kink, command play, jake loooves tits, both are just needy and vocal

NOT PROOFREAD! (english is not my first language)

MDNI!

plutotheplum

Frosted Brushes

leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: an ill-timed snowstorm leaves you snowed in with a less than enthusiastic federal agent.

cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, smut, bestfriend's older brother!leon, kissing, oral sex, face-sitting, vaginal fingering, p in v, spanking, mild choking

wc: 5.5k

a/n: i know i promised blurred lines pt2 (it's coming) but i just loveee the snowed in trope. also leon's biceps - i love his biceps <3

also on ao3!

Getting snowed in wasn't exactly on your bucket list.

It’d been a mistake, your best friend had said, her voice anxious and apologetic on the phone as she’d tried to make up for the fact that she’d left you stranded here, in the middle of nowhere in a cabin that she had booked. You were only meant to stay here over the week of Christmas and fly back the next, but she’d conveniently forgotten to book tickets for both you and Leon. It’d been too late by then, a vicious snow storm rolling in and ruining all your chances of trying to leave.

You’d stared out the windows for a concerning amount of time, mourning the loss of your upcoming paychecks and not being able to sleep in your own bed. Outside, the snow was packed in tight and you’d been half-tempted to just grab the snow shovel and clear a path for yourself, but the howling wind coupled with the freezing temperature didn’t seem to agree with your plans. The only thing saving you from this woeful situation was the generator that was still up and running.

cummingprincess

leon works while you suck him off under the table

a/n: hii, i've played re9 and it's just the peak!! i'm still emotional and i fall in love grace's story so much, her relationship with leon is just so cute, tbh. and i can't even believe it's been six months since the very first re9 trailer... so, enjoy reading wc: 1095 find me on AO3 make your REQUESTS here (not only re) my MASTERLIST (not done yet)

brittany-murphy

Connor Storrie and Hudson Williams presenting Mumford & Sons on Saturday Night Live (February 28th, 2026)

bambidollies

kiss it better - nishimura riki 𓈒ིུ ❤︎ ˖ ݁

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“In which reader teaches her dear friend how to treat a woman right. Or in which reader teaches ni-ki how to give head”

‎ ‎ ‎ ⁺ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❤︎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⊹　₊ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ͏͏✧ Content: +18MDNI

fem! reader x ni-ki, friends to lovers, usage of riki and ni-ki, oral sex (f. rec), masturbation (f), reader is in charge, fingering, spitting, face riding, needy! ni-ki, pussy drunk! ni-ki (he’s a mess) grinding, coming undone, slight voye.

hate comments will be deleted and blocked !! likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

Summer trip was always fun with your friend group. But this year was one of your favourites, there was nothing like spending the day on a tanning bed beneath the burning sun, chewing on fresh watermelon after a dive in the beautiful clear waters of the ocean, surrounded by your favorite people in the whole world.

The hotel pool glowed under the summer night, wrapped in string lights and the kind of drunken laughter that only came when everyone forgot about the world outside vacation. Music pulled from a speaker, bass steady. The air smelled like sunscreen and chlorine and you were tasting something fruity on your tongue from the drink you just finished.

You had just slid back into the water, the chill clinging to your skin as you moved through the shallow end. Your bikini hugged your body, still damp from earlier, and your hair stuck to your shoulders in soft waves. Most of your friends where on the deck now, draped across pool chairs or sprawled on towels, passing a bottle of tequila back and forth and yelling about nonsense.

Ni-ki was the only one still on the water.

He floated on his back with his eyes closed, legs lazily moving to keep him afloat, looking so relaxed like he didn’t have a single care in the world. So him.

You swam closer, water swirling around your waist, and nudged his side with your hand.

“You’ll drown”

“Let me.” He murmured, not even opening his eyes “Feels like a good way to go.”

A small laugh left your lips.

“Dramatic.”

Ni-ki opened one eye then, just enough to flash you a lazy smile

“Says the girl who almost cried when we splashed on her drink.”

“That was an expensive drink.”

“You’re expensive” He shot back, quickly.

That caught you off guard, and you blinked.

It wasn’t even that serious, just Ni-ki being Ni-ki. But still, it stuck. Hit something strange and sudden in your chest. Maybe it was the way he said it, or the way his gaze lingered a bit too long before flicking away. You’d always thought he was cute. Objectively, anyways. It wasn’t like you were blind, Ni-ki was tall and lean and had that perfect face that made even simple hoodies and cotton sweatpants look good. He was your friend, sure, you’d known him for years now. The same friend that threw up on your lap in Sunghoon’s backseat last summer, the same friend that stole your notes because he never did his homework on time. But that never stopped the thoughts that stuck in your head sometimes, thoughts you never let stay.

But for some reason, tonight felt different.

He ducked under the water suddenly, disappearing from your view. You barely had time to react before strong hands grabbed your waist from behind and lifted you with a splash, so easily.

You shrieked, laughing, trying to escape.

“Ni-ki!”

He just laughed, breathless and smug as you turned and splashed him back, right in the face. You were both soaked now, your bikini clinging tighter to your tanned skin, water streaming down your neck.

Ni-ki was still close, enough to feel the warmth radiating off him even in the cool water. His hands already dropped from your waist, but you could still feel them.

You felt your breathing shake as your eyes met his. There was something in his expression you couldn’t quite name. Like heavy and charged.

Then he blinked, swam backwards, and said casually.

“Alright. I’m bored.”

You barely had time to ignore the feeling before Heeseung called out from his chair, arms spread like he was announcing something big.

“Let’s play a game.” He said “Truth or dare.”

Jake made a face.

“We always do that. I’ve lost the count on the amount of times I’ve licked Sunghoon’s neck”

Your friends laughed at him, and you chuckled under your breath.

“Never have I ever then. Loser has to buy all our drinks tomorrow.”

Groans followed, but no one said no. You all gathered near the edge, some wrapped in towels and half-drunk already.

You ended up sitting next to Ni-ki, still damp, still trying to ignore the echo of his hands on your waist.

The game started innocent as always.

“Never have I ever lied to a date.”

“Never have I ever faked an orgasm”

“Never have I ever cheated”

The group slowly loosened between sips, laughter and more laughter, getting louder and messier by the second.

“Okay, I have one.” Heeseung then leaned in, grinning. “Never have I ever gone down on someone”

A few hands went up, including yours.

You didn’t look around, didn’t think much of it, but then you noticed that Ni-ki didn’t move.

He just sat there, calm, fingers tapping slowly on the ground. Then you turned your head.

“Wait, seriously?”

He looked at you, then shrugged.

“Yeah.”

Heeseung just stared.

“Wait wait wait - you’ve never gone down on a girl?”

Ni-ki shook his head.

“Nope.”

Sunoo gasped, hand flying to his chest

“What? Riki, oh my god!”

Heeseung was already laughing

“Bro. That’s practically illegal.”

Jake leaned in like he was interrogating him.

“You scared of it or something?”

Ni-ki scoffed and pushed him.

“Shut up.”

Sunghoon smirked

“So, what’s the reason?”

Ni-ki leaned back on his elbows, his expression unreadable. He didn’t look embarrassed, but he didn’t look thrilled by their teasing either. You didn’t expect it, to be honest, Ni-ki wasn’t exactly a playboy, but he wasn’t a saint either, you’d seen him a thousand times shoving down his tongue in random girls throats at parties.

“I just haven’t found the right person yet.”

That only made the boys laugh louder. Heeseung clutched his chest and someone said something about how he was a “certified mouth virgin”.

You watched Ni-ki stay still through it all, quiet.

Something in your chest pulled tight, and you sat up a little straighter.

“Okay, enough.” You said, cutting through the noise “What are we? Twelve?”

The group quieted a little, eyes turning to you.

“He’s just waiting for the right person, that’s not a bad thing.” You glanced at Ni-ki, met his eyes again. He looked back at you like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or grab your hand. “It’s not that deep. Honestly, most guys think they know how to do it, just doing it doesn’t mean you’re good at it.”

Ni-ki still hadn’t looked away from you.

But as the group moved on, laughing at the next prompt, the air between you didn’t shift back. It felt heavier.

The hotel was quiet now, after the chaos of earlier. You could still hear faint laughter from somewhere down the hall, someone’s speaker muffled behind the closed doors, but for the most part, you started to settle.

Your skin smelled like sunscreen and coconut from your body spray as you stood at the sink in your oversized tee and underwear, hair half-damp and twisted into a towel, the bathroom mirror foggy from your shower. Your limbs ached in a satisfying way that only summer could bring.

You were just about to crawl into bed when the knock came.

One, two, three soft raps, hesitant.

You froze for a second, staring at your reflection wondering who could it be this late at night. Then you padded across the room and peeked through the peephole, opening the door without thinking.

Ni-ki stood there, hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie, hair damp and curling slightly around his ears.

“Hey.” He said.

You blinked, a bit surprised about his visit and the unsettling look on his face.

“Hey. Everything okay?”

He nodded, but didn’t move.

Then you stepped back, opening the door a little wider.

“Wanna come in?”

He didn’t answer, just walked in, quiet, his presence filling your small hotel room instantly. You shut the door behind him, suddenly too aware of how you were dressed, and the silence between you two.

He looked around, then sat on the edge of the bed like he’d done it a thousand times before.

But now it felt different.

“You good?” You asked again, crossing your arms trying to play it cool.

He nodded again, slower this time.

“Yeah. I just… couldn’t sleep.”

You leaned against the dresser, watching him. He was staring at the carpet, then at his hands. Then up at you.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said.” He admitted and your heart thudded.

“What part?”

“That it’s not about doing it, it’s about knowing how to treat someone.” He paused. “No one’s ever said that to me before.”

You swallowed, his voice was lower now, like each word was deliberate.

“I didn’t mean to embarrass you” you said.

“I wasn’t embarrassed.” He replied “I just… never talked about it out loud.”

There was a long pause, and you waited, but he didn’t look away.

“I think that’s why I came here.”

Your pulse skipped.

“To talk?” you asked, even thought you were sure that wasn’t what he meant.

He smiled a little but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Kind of.”

You stepped a little closer before you could overthink it, the soft carpet sinking under your feet. You were standing between his knees now, and he was looking up at you from the edge of the bed.

“Riki” You said softly “Why did you come here?”

You knew the answer.

But the silence that followed cracked open something between you, something thick and heavy and real. You felt it settle over your shoulders, wrap around your ribs. Your skin prickled with awareness, his breath, your proximity, the weight of what you weren’t saying.

“Because I want to know what it’s like.”

Your breathed deep.

“What what’s like?”

His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper.

“To be with someone who actually wants to teach me. Who doesn’t think I’m weird for not knowing. Who… wants me to get it right.”

You stared at him.

He wasn’t smiling now. He wasn’t teasing. He looked serious, vulnerable, even. And it did something to you. Twisted something deep in your stomach. This was your friend, that not only trusted you enough to ask you this but you also thought he was cute and hot and perfect.

The room felt hot. Too small. Too quiet. His thumbs rubbed slow circles into your thighs now, and you realized he hadn’t looked away from you once.

“Okay,” you breathed. “Then come here.”

Ni-ki shifted before he could even think, his hands sliding up to your hips like instinct. And when he leaned forward, lips brushing yours, it was cautious at first. Feather-light. Testing.

You tilted your head and leaned into it.

The kiss deepened slowly, like water spilling over the edge of a full glass. His mouth was warm, hesitant but eager, lips moving with just enough pressure to make your knees weaken. You could feel the tremble in him, like he was holding back, waiting to be told it was okay to want this. To want you. So you gave it to him. One hand slipped into his hair, anchoring, and the other trailed down his jaw, guiding him as your mouths melted into each other. His breath hitched against your lips when you sucked gently on his bottom one, and he made the softest, most desperate sound, half whimper, half groan. He opened his mouth and his tongue crashed with yours, wet sounds as you tasted his saliva on your own, sighing softly against him feeling how his fingers dig into the bare skin of your thighs.

You pulled back just enough to whisper against his mouth.

“Get on your knees, Riki.”

He blinked up at you, dazed, lips red, eyes wide.

And then he obeyed.

His hands slid down your thighs as he sank slowly to the floor in front of you. Kneeling. Breath shallow. Waiting.

Completely at your mercy.

He looked up at you, already breathless. You could see it in his face, that eager, desperate curiosity masked by restraint. Like he was doing everything he could not to touch. Not to beg.

You didn’t say anything at first.

Just reached for the hem of your shirt, lifting it slowly, intentionally slow. You felt his gaze drag over every inch of skin as it was revealed, your bare breasts in front of him, nipples hard the second the cold air of the room touched them. His pupils were already blown wide, jaw clenched like he was trying so hard not to react. You dropped the shirt beside you, left in just your panties.

The overhead light was off, but the warm hotel lamp behind him painted your skin gold, throwing soft shadows along your collarbones, the curve of your stomach, the tops of your thighs.

Ni-ki looked like he’d stopped breathing.

“You okay?” you asked softly.

He nodded too fast.

“Yeah. Yeah, I just—fuck.”

The sound of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. Rough and a little hoarse, like it had scraped his throat just coming out.

You slipped your thumbs under the waistband of your underwear.

His eyes dropped instantly.

You swore you saw his fingers flex again, digging into his jeans like it physically hurt not to reach for you.

You slid them down slowly, stepping out of them with a grace that felt foreign even to yourself, because god, the way he was looking at you was doing something to your head. Like you were the first naked girl he’d ever seen. Like he didn’t know what to do with the sight of you. Your bare intimacy was in front of him now, and you were dripping, glistening arousal that you hadn’t even noticed until that point, pulsing and needy and wanting him.

When you stood fully bare in front of him, you saw his throat bob as he swallowed. Hard.

“Still okay?” you asked again, voice barely above a whisper.

He looked up at you like you were unreal. Like you weren’t even part of the same world.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he breathed out, like it slipped from him without warning. “I don’t—what the fuck.”

Heat crawled up your chest. You weren’t used to being looked at like that. Not with that kind of reverence. Not like he was wrecked by just seeing you.

“You wanna learn how to do this right?” you asked, stepping closer until your knees touched the edge of the mattress.

He nodded, already breathless.

“Yeah. I want to learn everything.”

You smiled, heart pounding, then gently climbed onto the bed.

“Then watch me,” you whispered against his lips, not kissing him yet. “And listen to me. I’ll show you exactly how it’s supposed to feel.”

Settling back against the pillows until you were laying flat, you parted your legs just enough to keep him staring.

His breath audibly caught.

From below, he had the clearest view. Your skin glowing under the dim bedside lamp, the soft rise and fall of your chest, your thighs spread open with nothing hidden. Your dripping, swollen pussy. You watched his eyes flick from your face to between your legs, and stay there.

“You still with me?” you asked, your voice low and teasing.

He nodded slowly. “I’ve never—fuck, I’ve never seen anyone like this. Like you.”

Your core tightened at the way he said it, raw, reverent.

You bent one knee, dragging your heel up onto the mattress, spreading yourself more for him, breathing heavily, your heart pumping against your chest and your pussy pulsing under his gaze.

“Then pay attention,” you murmured, bringing your fingers between your thighs. “I’m gonna show you how I like it.”

Ni-ki looked wrecked already, and you hadn’t even touched yourself yet.

You started slow, fingers gliding down to part yourself gently. Your other hand gripped the sheets beside your ribs as you circled your clit, slow and lazy. Soft breaths fell from your lips.

You let your eyes drift shut for a moment, focusing on the warmth building low in your stomach. But you could feel his eyes on you. Could almost hear the tension in his throat as he swallowed thickly, breathing uneven.

“Can you see?” you asked, voice hazy, cracked at the edges.

“Yeah,” he said, too fast. “Yeah, I can see everything.”

You glanced down at him through your lashes. He looked dazed. Kneeling obediently between your legs, jaw tense, his hands fisted at his sides like touching himself would break whatever spell you’d put him under.

“Does it make sense now?” you breathed, dragging your fingers lower to gather slick and bring it back up, circling with a bit more pressure. “It’s not about being rough. It’s about paying attention.”

Ni-ki exhaled hard.

“You’re fucking unreal.”

A faint smirk tugged at your lips. You were soaked already, turned on by your own touch—but also by him. The way he looked at you. Like he was watching something sacred. Like he’d get on his knees for you again and again if it meant seeing you like this.

You kept your eyes on him as your fingers moved, lazy, deliberate circles that made your hips twitch every now and then. You weren’t putting on a show. This was real. You wanted him to see what it looked like when it was good. When someone took their time. When someone cared.

And judging by the look on his face, Ni-ki was already on the edge of losing his mind.

Still on his knees, his jaw was tight, lips parted like he kept forgetting how to breathe. His hands had fisted into the hem of his hoodie, knuckles pale from the grip. You could see how tense his thighs were. You could see the bulge against his jeans, hard and throbbing. How his chest rose and fell too fast.

You tilted your head, voice smooth and low.

“You want to touch me, don’t you?”

His eyes shot up to yours, wide and ruined.

“So bad.”

You let out a soft hum, letting your fingers slow, just enough to keep the pleasure alive.

“I know,” you said. “You’ve been staring like you’re starving.”

“I am,” he groaned, frustrated. “You’re—fuck, you’re driving me insane.”

You gave him a slow, lazy smile.

“Good. That means it’s working.”

He let out a strangled breath, his hands twitching again, like he didn’t know whether to beg or fall apart.

“Can I… please?” he tried, his voice rough. “Just a little—let me touch you.”

“You are touching me,” you said sweetly, dragging your fingers through your slick just to show him. You brought them to your mouth, tasting yourself on them before sliding them between your legs again “With your eyes. Can’t you feel it?”

He looked like you’d punched the air out of him.

“Don’t worry,” you added, voice a little lower, “I want you desperate.”

He exhaled shakily, dropping his gaze to your thighs again. His whole body was tense, on edge, like he was fighting every urge in his body to crawl up the bed and ruin the distance between you.

“You said you wanted to learn,” you reminded him. “So listen when I tell you this, Riki.”

He looked up again. Waiting.

“Pussy isn’t about technique. Not really. You can memorize all the tricks, flick your tongue every direction—but none of it matters if you’re not obsessed with the way she tastes. The way she feels when she’s shaking under you. The way she moans when you find the spot that makes her legs tremble.”

He blinked like he wasn’t breathing again.

“And if you’re not ready to worship her,” you whispered, dragging your fingers slow and deep between your folds, “then you’ve already failed.”

“Holy fuck,” he choked out, his voice barely a sound.

Your smile turned wicked.

“I haven’t even let you touch me yet and you’re falling apart. What do you think’s gonna happen when I put your mouth here?”

He groaned and tilted forward slightly on his knees, like the weight of your words pushed him closer.

You paused your hand and raised a brow.

“Getting needy?”

He nodded quickly, voice rough.

“Please. You’re killing me.”

Your chest rose with slow, smug satisfaction. He was so close—so close to breaking.

“You wanna taste me that bad?” you asked.

He licked his lips.

“So bad I think I’m gonna fucking lose it.”

You let your hand drop from between your legs and spread your thighs a little wider, baring yourself completely for him, your wetness dripping between your folds until you were soaking the bed beneath you.

“Then come closer,” you said softly.

He crawled forward the second you gave him permission, kneeling between your legs like it was the only thing in the world he wanted to do. His hands hovered just above your thighs, like he still wasn’t sure if he could touch you yet. You reached down and threaded your fingers into his hair, gently tugging until he looked up at you.

“Slow,” you murmured. “I want you to take your time.”

He swallowed hard.

“Okay.”

“Start soft,” you said. “Don’t rush. Just… taste.”

He nodded, breath catching like he was trying to anchor himself, but his hands were already trembling as they finally landed on your thighs. His touch was reverent, almost like he thought you’d vanish if he wasn’t careful. He leaned in slowly, plump and wet lips brushing the inside of your thigh first, and you gasped at the contact. Just a kiss. Just barely there. But it lit up your nerves like a fuse.

The warmth of his breath followed, and your skin prickled with goosebumps. His mouth moved again, pressing another kiss, this time closer. He wasn’t rushing. He was listening. To your voice. To your breathing. To the way your thighs tensed when he got nearer to where you really wanted him.

You threaded your fingers tighter into his hair, guiding him, not forcing, just showing him you were there.

He looked up once, like he wanted to be sure, and when you gave the smallest nod, he lowered his head again, mouth finally dragging over your pussy, hot and open.

It was slow.

So slow it burned.

The first lick was cautious, just a flick of his tongue, but you moaned softly anyway, hips twitching up toward him. You could feel how his breath hitched in response, how the small sound you made seemed to fuel him.

His lips parted again, tongue sliding a little firmer now between your soaked folds, tasting like he’d never tasted anything before. Like he was memorizing every part of you. The way your thighs shook. The way your breath caught. The way your fingers gripped tighter at his scalp when he hit the right spot, tongue licking wet and hot and perfect over your swollen clit.

“Good,” you whispered. “That’s good… just like that.”

He let out a low sound against you, something desperate, something needy. His hands slid up to your hips like he couldn’t help himself anymore, holding you in place, mouth pressing deeper. The flat of his tongue moved in slow, indulgent strokes, and your stomach clenched, your toes curling against the sheets beneath you.

You exhaled shakily, fingers still buried in his hair, the sight of him between your legs already enough to keep your head spinning. He was trying, so hard, too. Tongue warm, mouth open, but a little unsure still, like he wasn’t convinced he was doing it right even though your thighs kept clenching around his ears.

“Riki,” you murmured, voice a little breathless, “slower—press your tongue flat. Yeah, like that.”

You felt him pause, adjust, and then try again, this time dragging the full weight of his tongue through your folds, slower, deeper, like he was tasting you properly now. Your hips lifted off the bed without meaning to.

“Mhm, fuck—just like that,” you whispered, your voice catching as a sharp pleasure lanced through your core.

You kept your eyes on him, watching the way he reacted to every sound you made. Like he was feeding off them. His lashes fluttered, lips shiny and swollen now, and when he glanced up at you, it was like he needed more. Needed to hear it from you.

“Circle your tongue around,” you whispered, tugging gently at his hair to keep him exactly where you wanted him. “There… slower. Keep it soft. I want to feel everything. Spit on it baby, get me soaked.”

His groan vibrated against you as he obeyed, the wet glide of his tongue sending another wave through your stomach, and then a thick string of saliva fell on your already soaked pussy. His hands clutched your thighs tighter now, nails pressing into your skin just enough to ground himself, like he was getting lost in it. In you.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” you whispered, letting the praise drip from your lips. You saw the way his eyes rolled back slightly when you said it. How his movements got a little more confident, a little messier, but somehow still just right. “Taste me—really taste me. Don’t just lick, use your mouth.”

He obeyed with a quiet desperation, sucking gently on your clit, tongue slipping lower before dragging back up again, slow and thick, like he wanted to devour every inch of you.

You gasped. Moaned. Tugged harder at his hair.

“Fuck, Riki—don’t stop—”

He didn’t. If anything, he got hungrier, greedier. His tongue started moving with more pressure, his lips sucking softly at the spots that made your thighs shake.

You didn’t even have to look down to know he was gone.

You could feel it, in the way his mouth moved, in the way his grip had turned bruising on your thighs, in the low, desperate sounds he kept making every time his tongue dragged through you like he couldn’t help himself.

But when you did look down, your heart almost stopped beating.

Riki’s eyes were barely open, glossy and wild, lips swollen, wet from you. His face was flushed, hair clinging to his forehead with sweat, and he was panting between licks like he physically couldn’t get enough.

And he kept talking.

Mumbling between mouthfuls, between kisses to your soaked skin, between long, obscene licks like he was drunk on the taste of you.

“Fuck—you taste so good…” he breathed, voice hoarse and wrecked. “S’fucking good… I can’t—god, I can’t stop.”

You moaned softly, hips rolling toward his mouth, and he whined into you. Actually whined.

“It’s the best,” he said again, more to himself this time, like he couldn’t believe it. “It’s the best thing I’ve ever had. I swear—fuck, I need—need to keep tasting you.”

His tongue flattened again, dragging up, slower this time, like he wanted to savor it. He licked you like it was holy.

You gasped, gripping his hair, pulling him tighter to you.

And he loved it.

Didn’t even flinch. He moaned loud into your cunt, licking deeper, rougher, sloppy now, his mouth messy and wet and insistent. Every word he slurred out came like a prayer, like he was in some trance.

“I wanna eat you every day,” he groaned. “Fuck, please let me—I’ll be so good for you, I’ll learn everything—just don’t make me stop—”

Your head fell back against the pillows, legs shaking. He wasn’t even listening anymore, just moving off instinct, tongue flicking exactly how you taught him, sucking just enough to make your stomach twist with heat.

“You like it that much?” you teased, your voice barely holding steady, but it was still firm. Still in control.

His eyes fluttered open, unfocused but burning.

“I love it,” he said immediately.

Your legs trembled around his shoulders, and still—still—he didn’t stop. His tongue was relentless now, messy and hot and wet against you, every slow stroke making your stomach twist tighter, your breath hitch faster. But you wanted more. You could feel your body hovering right on the edge, just one touch away from snapping completely.

You slid one hand down, gently brushing your fingers through his hair, guiding him just enough so you could breathe.

“Riki,” you panted. He blinked up at you, dazed and glassy-eyed, his mouth still open, his chin glistening. “Use your fingers too.”

He nodded without hesitation, licking his lips like he didn’t want to waste a drop.

“I—I don’t wanna mess it up,” he said, breathless, hand twitching at your thigh. “Just tell me what to do.”

You grabbed his wrist gently, brought it between your thighs, your own fingers wrapping around his to help him feel you.

“Start with one,” you whispered. “Slow. Let me open up to you.”

He swallowed hard and did exactly that—one long finger slipping into your heat, careful, reverent. The moment he did, a soft sound escaped your lips, your walls fluttering around him.

“Oh my god,” he whispered, almost choking on the words. “You’re so warm. So—fuck—tight. Is that okay? Is that good?”

“So good,” you gasped, voice trembling. “Now curl it—just a little. Mhm… yeah, right there.”

He groaned at the way you clenched, and then his mouth was on you again—tongue working in tandem with his finger now, stroking inside while he sucked and licked and moaned like he was starving.

You let out a high, breathy moan, your hand still guiding his wrist, helping him learn the rhythm. Your hips rocked up to meet both touches, tongue and finger now perfectly synced, and he responded instantly, desperate to give you exactly what you needed.

“Add another,” you said, your voice shaking but firm. “You can take it.”

He hesitated only a second before easing a second finger in, slowly, and when he felt your body stretch around him, another broken groan left his throat.

“Fucking perfect,” he murmured, his voice wrecked. “You feel so perfect—I wanna stay here forever.”

Your back arched, thighs trembling around his head, and he fucked you with his fingers just like you taught him, curling them right, keeping his mouth exactly where you needed it, letting you grind against his tongue shamelessly.

“That’s it, baby,” you moaned. “Just like that. Keep going—you’re gonna make me come.”

And the second those words left your lips, Riki lost it again, messy, moaning into you, thrusting his fingers harder, tongue flicking faster. You felt your climax building like a wave you couldn’t stop.

His lips were slick and red, cheeks flushed, hair clinging to his forehead. But it was the way he was moving that really undid you, hips rocking slowly against the mattress beneath him, grinding like he didn’t even notice he was doing it. Like he physically couldn’t stop.

He was moaning into you, low, broken, filthy sounds muffled by your thighs, and every time you tugged his hair or praised him, his hips pushed down harder, desperate for friction.

“Fuck,” you breathed, your whole body twitching under him. “You’re so needy, baby. Can’t even control yourself, can you?”

He moaned again, loud and desperate, and nodded just barely, face still buried in you.

“I—can’t,” he slurred between licks. “You taste too good—I need it—need to make you come—please, I can’t stop—”

The grind of his hips sped up, his fingers curling perfectly inside you while his tongue flicked your clit again and again, completely in rhythm, completely feral. His thighs were trembling from the way he was using the friction beneath him, like he was getting off just from serving you. From the taste. From your voice.

From the fact that he was the one making you fall apart.

“That’s it,” you groaned, hips bucking up toward his mouth. “Keep grinding, baby. Fuck yourself while you eat me. God—look at you…”

But he wasn’t looking anymore.

His eyes were squeezed shut now, brows furrowed in focus, mouth and fingers soaking wet, hips stuttering with every moan. And from the way his body was shaking, you knew, he was so close. Without even being touched.

You were shaking, heart hammering, your breath catching in short, ragged gasps. Every flick of his tongue, every curl of his fingers sent sparks rushing down your spine, your thighs trembling around his head. Ni-ki didn’t slow down, if anything, he was more focused than ever, like every sound you made fueled him. Like he needed to pull you apart, needed to feel you break for him.

You could barely keep your eyes open, barely breathe with how good it felt, how intense it was. His hands gripped your thighs like lifelines, grounding himself there, mouth working like he was starved and you were the only thing he’d ever wanted to taste.

Your hips jerked. You were so close it hurt.

“Riki,” you gasped, your voice cracking. “I’m gonna—”

“Come, please, need to feel you come on my mouth baby” He whispered, breathless, sucking your clit so hard that you cried out.

That did something to him. He moaned again, deep and wrecked, and it vibrated against you, just enough to push you over.

Your back arched off the mattress, your fingers tightening in his hair as the world blurred and broke around you. The orgasm tore through you in waves, sharp, warm, overwhelming. You cried out his name, legs closing around him, but he didn’t move, didn’t stop. He held you through it, mouth still soft, slow, working you gently as you came down.

When your muscles finally stopped trembling and your breathing slowed, he looked up at you.His lips were swollen, eyes glassy, flushed and ruined, and he was still panting because he came too, hard and soaked and messy against his jeans from just eating you.

You reached down and stroked your thumb over his cheek.

“You did so good,” you whispered, still breathless. “So, so good.”

And the look in his eyes when you said it? Like it was the only thing he’d ever wanted to hear.

You were sure you created some kind of monster.

It was like something had snapped open between you and Riki that night, something hungry and undeniable. He hadn’t touched you in front of anyone since, but you could feel it: the way his gaze followed you when you walked past in your bikini, the way he’d bite his lip when he thought no one was looking.

But it was worse when you were alone.

Because now, it wasn’t just once. Now he wanted you constantly.

You hadn’t even made it out of the hotel earlier that morning without him pulling you back into the bathroom, dropping to his knees like it was the only place he belonged. He’d barely said a word, just looked up at you with those dark, desperate eyes and mumbled something about “missing the taste of you.”

It had been messy. Rushed. You had to muffle your moans into your hand and clamp your thighs tight around his head just to keep quiet.

Now, three days later in the afternoon, you were sitting under a beach umbrella with a drink in your hand, pretending like you weren’t still flushed from the memory. Pretending like your legs weren’t shaking.

Ni-ki was stretched out on a towel a few feet away, sunglasses on, the sea breeze lifting his hair. He looked calm to anyone else—maybe a little too calm—but you saw the truth. The tension in his jaw. The slight curve at the corner of his mouth when he caught your eye.

And then he mouthed something at you across the space between your friends.

Please.

You blinked.

What?

He glanced toward the beach showers. Then back at you. And mouthed it again:

Please. Just five minutes.

Your heart stuttered.

You shook your head. Barely. But your thighs pressed together instinctively, heat blooming low in your belly. He tilted his head, still pleading, like he was barely holding it together.

He wanted it again.

He wanted you again.

And it hit you then, this wasn’t just about curiosity anymore. This wasn’t a one-time thing.

Ni-ki was hooked.

The sun was beginning to dip lower, casting everything in a hazy gold, and the breeze off the ocean carried laughter and music from your friends further down the beach. You were pretending to still be sipping your drink when Ni-ki brushed past you, close enough that your knees touched for a second.

No one noticed. Or so you hoped.

He didn’t say anything, just walked towards the showers without looking back.

But you followed.

Your heart pounded as you crossed the sand, the faint sound of water trickling from a half-open faucet masking your footsteps. The beach shower area was quiet, stone walls, open-air, private enough if you were quick.

You slipped inside, and there he was.

His back was against the tiled wall, hair tousled, lips parted, like he’d barely been breathing since he left you on that beach chair.

“I thought you said five minutes,” you whispered, stepping in closer.

He shook his head, chest rising and falling beneath his shirt.

“That was a lie.”

You raised a brow, teasing.

“So you dragged me out here to lie to me?”

“No,” he said, voice low, hoarse. “I dragged you out here because I need you.”

And that was all it took.

You kissed him first, quick and hot, stealing his breath. But he dropped to his knees before you could blink, already pushing your swimsuit bottoms down your legs with shaking hands, reverent and hungry.

“Wait,” you breathed, glancing toward the open side of the shower. “Someone could—”

“I don’t care.” His voice was wrecked, hands firm as he pulled your thighs over his shoulders. “I’ll be fast. I promise. I just—fuck, I missed you.”

And then his mouth was on you.

The rush of it stole your breath. The contrast of the cool tile behind you and the burning warmth of his tongue had you clutching the stone wall for balance. He moaned into you, shameless, like the taste of you alone was enough to undo him. You bit your lip, trying not to make a sound, failing as a gasp slipped out when he flattened his tongue and really got into it.

“God, you’re so good,” you whispered, your voice shaking. “So greedy—”

He groaned, grinding against nothing, his fingers digging into your thighs as he pulled you impossibly closer. His mouth was wet, messy, insistent, and every time you tried to look down at him, you saw how gone he was, red cheeks, glassy eyes, flushed and panting like he needed this more than air.

“Riki,” you warned, breath hitching as the pressure built again, sharp and fast. “We don’t have long—”

“I don’t care,” he mumbled against your skin. “Let them see. I’d still stay right here.”

That nearly ended you.

You didn’t even hear the footsteps pass nearby over the sound of the waves and your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. You just held his face, riding the edge, knowing it wouldn’t take long.

By the time you stepped out of the beach showers, your legs were still trembling.

You’d tried to fix your hair in the tiny mirror, smooth out your expression, but your mouth was swollen and your swimsuit still clung awkwardly to your damp skin. Riki walked a few steps behind you, his shirt thrown over one shoulder, cheeks still flushed, his lips a little too red.

And worst of all, he was smiling.

You elbowed him as you walked, muttering under your breath,

“You’re being obvious.”

“I am obvious,” he said softly, brushing your fingers with his as you passed a stray towel on the sand. “And you liked it.”

You glared at him—only half-serious—and picked up the pace, ignoring the way your thighs still ached.

When you reached your friends, Jake was the first to spot you.

“Well, well, well,” he grinned, raising his sunglasses. “Look who finally decided to rejoin society.”

“We weren’t gone that long,” you said quickly, dropping your towel back down like nothing happened.

Jake squinted. “You guys missed the watermelon. And Sunoo was telling this insane story about—wait.” He paused, eyes narrowing slightly. “Why do you look like that?”

Your stomach flipped. Riki coughed behind you.

Sunghoon glanced up from where he was drying his hair.

“Yeah. You guys look kinda… flushed.”

“Hot out,” Riki mumbled.

“Hm,” Jake said slowly, like he didn’t quite believe it.

You sat down quickly on your beach chair and took a sip of your drink, trying to will your heart rate back to normal. But Riki flopped down next to you, casually propping his sunglasses on top of his head, lips still a little too pink.

You glanced at him.

“You’re enjoying this.”

He smirked.

“A little.”

“Don’t say anything.”

“I won’t.” He leaned closer, voice dropping so only you could hear. “Unless you want me to tell them how good you taste when you—”

“Riki.”

He grinned wider and leaned back like nothing happened.

You tried to look normal. Innocent. Unbothered.

But the looks your friends kept throwing your way said one thing clearly:

They knew something was up.

And if they didn’t know now, they would soon, because Riki’s knee was already brushing yours under the towel, and the second you leaned towards him, he gave you that look again.

Hungry.

Summer trip this year had just started.

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“In which a small road trip to the beach with your two best friends takes a sweet filthy turn.”

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fem! reader x jake x ni-ki, threesome, no mxm action, best friends! to something more, smoking (not reader) no plot at all, a little bit of objectification (ni-ki and jake talk about reader like she’s not there), soft dom! jake, ni-ki is a bit rougher but not mean, hints to a corruption kink but not entirely mentioned, sexual tension, fingering, finger-riding, oral (f rec), unprotected sex, dirty talking, double creampie (don’t), overstimulation, dumbification, jake taking pics of reader (consensual), aftercare, i think that’s all <3

notes: this is so sweet but filthy at the same time so be warned, although it isn’t my darkest work and i think there’s dirtier things out there but just so you know. i almost didn’t post this but it’s been on my drafts for so long so why not, it’s not my best work tho. as always please remember that everything that happens is consensual.

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At the golden hour, the only noise in the car was the steady hum of the engine and the soft exhale of smoke from Jake and Ni-ki. You sat in the back — Jake to your right, Ni-ki to your left, limbs loose while they passed a joint — the fabric of your now-dry summer dress clinging to your skin in a way that made every curve a quiet invitation. Your hair was still damp, curling in the ends and falling on your face over your sun-kissed cheeks. You absentmindedly swirled a cherry lollipop between your fingers and lips as you talked about the little things of your day—your mom telling you not to be home late, the new heels you bought on sale—while a silence heavier than words settled in the space around you.

Jake and Ni-ki exchanged glances over their respective seats. There was no need for overt statements; their eyes said everything. Each time you laughed, or when your gaze flickered away from them, they couldn’t help but notice the effortless allure in the way you moved, spoke, or even just existed in that moment. Unspoken thoughts passed between them, silent admissions of fascination, and a simmering desire that, while restrained by years of easy friendship, threatened to spill over in charged glances and subtle shifts in posture.

Jake’s fingers toyed with the worn blunt between his lips, his eyes fixed on you. His mind raced with memories of every understated smile you’d ever given him, now reimagined with a more deliberate, knowing luster. Ni-ki, sitting a little closer to the window, watched as the golden light played upon your skin, highlighting the smooth expanse of your arm as you reached for your drink, and the way your dress, now teasingly transparent in its details, hinted at the soft innocence beneath.

Neither of them spoke of these thoughts aloud. Instead, they allowed the silence to grow thick, a silent acknowledgment of how different everything seemed now. The air was warm and redolent with the scent of salt and the coconut of your bodyspray and the lingering weed, the agreement that the rules of their friendship were shifting imperceptibly as your presence beckoned something forbidden yet irresistible.

You continued talking, unaware with the weight of their stares. Your words, light and unguarded, filled the car with an easy rhythm, while their eyes traced patterns on your skin. Every so often, a charged glance would pass between Jake and Ni-ki, brief, intense moments where the tension was almost tangible. It wasn’t just attraction anymore; it was a quiet marveling at your beauty, a secret that they both carried silently.

The lollipop’s sweet tang mingled with the taste of weed smoke on their lips. The conversation drifted into quieter territory, the topics trivial but layered with something different. You were yapping about gossip, about school, about everything. There was an undercurrent now, a magnetic pull where every word you uttered, every small movement you made, stoked their desire. Even as you talked about mundane things, every gesture, a tilt of your head, the shiny glance of your eyes, the gentle shift of your body, how your dress rode up your thighs and how your nipples were visible through the thin and damo fabric, became a delicate pull of tension and anticipation.

It clicked softly against your teeth as you leaned back into the seat, one bare leg tucked under you, the other dangling lazily over the edge of the seat. Your dress had dried, but it was still wrinkled and light, sticking here and there to the curve of your legs, slipping just enough off your shoulder.

You kept talking, soft and content, gaze focused out the window, your fingers absently twirling the candy stick.

Jake didn’t say a word when he turned to look at you, arm slung across the back, elbow resting. He looked relaxed, but then his eyes trailed slowly down your frame, shameless. He pretended to be listening, nodding once or twice, but his fingers reached out and toyed with a loose strand of your hair.

He didn’t say anything about it, neither did you. Just smoothed it between his fingers, letting the strand slip away, brushing the back of his knuckles along your cheek on its way down.

You faltered for half a second, and he noticed.

By your other side, Ni-ki took a final drag of the blunt and flicked the ash out the window. Then he turned, one leg bent on the seat, fully facing you now. His eyes were darker than before, a lazy smile tugging at his lips like he knew something you didn’t.

He reached for your knee, his long fingers ghosting across your skin, just above where the towel had slipped, you felt the cold silver of his rings against your warm skin. He then traced circles with his thumb, dragging it up a little higher, slow and pretending it meant nothing at all.

“Keep talking,” Ni-ki murmured.

His voice made your stomach flip.

Your mouth opened to say something, but Jake’s hand had slid to the back of your neck now, thumb brushing softly behind your ear. His fingers were warm, just barely bringing you closer. You could feel both of them now, Jake’s fingers against your skin, Ni-ki’s hand on your thigh, their eyes pinned to you like you were glowing and theirs to unravel.

The lollipop slipped from your lips with a soft pop.

Jake took it from your hand, rolling the stick between his fingers once.

“Cherry,” he murmured, eyes flicking to your mouth. “Your favorite.”

Ni-ki’s hand moved higher, grazing the edge of your dress now, knuckles brushing the soft inside of your thigh. Your skin was immediately on fire.

“You gonna let us keep going?” he asked, tone low, teasing, but heavy underneath.

Neither of them were really asking.

And the look in your eyes, wide and trembling, lips parted, breathing shaky, wasn’t a no.

Jake leaned in closer, his voice a warm whisper against your cheek.

“Say something, pretty.”

You didn’t answer with words, but the way your thighs opened slightly, the way your hand reached for Jake’s wrist and didn’t push him away, it was enough for them to know they had your consent.

Ni-ki smiled, still sweet, but abit darker now.

“There’s our girl.”

Your breathing was heavier now, coming in little waves, you didn’t know what to do with your hands or your voice anymore. Jake kept his hand behind your neck, thumb dragging slow and lazy against your skin. Ni-ki’s fingers made it halfway up your thigh now, tucked under your dress, stroking the sensitive skin leaving tickles under his touch.

Neither of them looked at you directly, they acted like nothing was happening.

Jake was still turning the lollipop stick in his fingers, watching it slowly roll between his thumb and forefinger while he murmured something to Ni-ki about football or some bullshit that didn’t matter.

And all that time, his other hand slid lower, fingertips grazing down the side of your neck, tracing along your collarbone, until they dipped just under the neckline of your dress, enough to make you squirm. Ni-ki’s hand spread over your thigh, fingers splayed, palm warm. His pinky swept dangerously close to the center of your laced panties now, not quite there, just brushing the edge, again and again.

Then he leaned in.

“You’re so quiet now,” he murmured, his lips near your jaw.

You blinked slowly, your lips parting, but still no sound. Jake smiled at your silence, finally setting the lollipop down in the cupholder.

“Your sweet voice gone already?”

His hand finally pulled the top of your dress down a bit, just enough to expose the top of your chest. Nothing too much. But enough to feel like he was burning you with his touch. His fingertips dragged across the soft skin there, then dipped lower again, playing with the edge of your bralette.

“Want us to stop….” Ni-ki said against your ear, “Or want us to keep going?”

Jake let out a quiet laugh under his breath.

“I think we know the answer.”

His fingers slipped fully beneath your bralette now, finally skin to skin, grazing over your nipple in the lightest circle. You jerked just slightly, silently gasping. Ni-ki’s hand found the center of your panties, still over the fabric. But he pressed, just a soft touch, that was more than enough to feel how wet you were through the lace.

“Fuck,” he muttered, almost to himself.

He didn’t pull your panties aside yet, he just rubbed small, lazy circles, perfectly controlled. Just waiting to see how far you’d let it go before breaking.

Jake’s head tilted, watching your chest rise and fall.

“She’s trying so hard to stay good.”

Ni-ki leaned in, lips brushing your cheek.

“But she’s soaked.”

You made a sound then, quiet whimper, involuntary. Jake groaned under his breath like it physically did something to him.

“That’s it. Let us hear those pretty sounds, baby.”

You bit your lip, your thighs twitching, hips pushing into Ni-ki’s touch without thinking. He smiled, not even pretending anymore. Ni-ki’s fingers then paused at the center of your panties, like he was giving you a second to pull away, but instead your hips shifted forward again.

That was enough for him to slip his fingers under the fabric.

You gasped quietly, breath shaking as his knuckles grazed your soaked folds. He didn’t press right away, just dragged two fingers through your slickness, slow and careful, testing the weight of your arousal on his skin.

“Fuck,” he exhaled. “She’s dripping.”

Jake’s hand was still under your bralette, his thumb brushing your nipple again, then squeezing softly, watching how your chest arched into his touch. He didn’t speak, but he leaned forward and kissed your neck open mouth, slow, right beneath your ear.

Your body was warm all over now, burning at the edges. The car suddenly felt smaller, the windows were fogging slightly, even with the breeze drifting in.

Ni-ki’s fingers slid down again, this time circling your swollen, needy clit. Your legs jolted, a shaky moan slipping from your throat.

“Mhm,” Jake hummed, satisfied. His lips brushed your jaw now, his thumb dragging across your bottom lip. “Keep moaning, yeah?”

Ni-ki slipped one finger inside you, so so slowly but also so deep, your walls clenched around him, pulsing with pleasure at the stretch, and you let out another soft moan, him answering with a low groan of his own, biting his lip until it was sore red.

“She’s tight,” he murmured. “And so fucking wet, Jake.”

Jake looked down, eyes dark now.

“Let me see.”

Ni-ki kept his hand between your legs as Jake pulled your dress up fully, exposing your panties now bunched around your thighs and the way Ni-ki’s fingers disappeared into your pulsing, soaked pussy, slick and glistening in the soft amber light.

Jake reached down and helped pushing your legs open wider.

“Look at this perfect pussy” he said, almost like he was talking to himself.

He kissed your chest now, his warm mouth moving over your breast, tongue flicking against your nipple before sucking it in, deep and wet, his hand massaging the other. Your back arched, unable to control yourself.

Ni-ki added another finger and the stretch was perfect, full, filthy, and slow. Your walls fluttered around his digits, pulling him in.

“You gonna keep letting us ruin you?” he asked softly, mouth near your ear. “Gonna let us touch you like this all night?”

Jake’s mouth left your breast with a wet sound. He squeezed you in his touch, obscene and dirty, your breasts bouncing against his face.

“Fuck, these perfect tits.”

You couldn’t answer, didn’t trust your voice in that moment, but your body told them everything the second you opened your legs wider. You reached for Jake’s shoulder, gripping his shirt with trembling fingers and moaned when Ni-ki curled his fingers just right.

There in inside the car, it was only you, your two best friends, and the sinful thoughts finally coming to life.

Jake grabbed your throat, rough but not mean, forced you to look at him, his eyes dark and glassy with lust, a look that you’d never seen on him before, and kissed you. His mouth was warm and unhurried, lips pressing into yours, savoring every second. His thumb brushed along your jaw, his fingers still cupping your breast, teasing your sensitive skin with every shallow drag. You kissed him back, soft and breathless, letting him take it, moving your lips against his although his rhythym was needy and messy, spit and tongues colliding.

You didn’t even realize that Ni-ki had stilled his hand inside you, watching. His fingers still deep, coated in your slick heat, but motionless now, waiting.

Jake pulled back slowly, his forehead brushing yours. His breath was shaky against your lips.

“She’s so soft,” he murmured to Ni-ki, but didn’t move away.

He looked over at him and there was a pause. Then, Ni-ki leaned in his free hand sliding behind your neck, and kissed you too. But it was different. Ni-ki was greedy and a brat and you could tell by the way he devoured you. His mouth was firmer, meaner, tongue tracing yours deeper, teeth biting harder, hand tightening behind your neck just slightly like he needed to feel you melt. And when you whimpered into his kiss, he curled his fingers inside you again, dragging them out and back in with a control that made your thighs twitch. You kissed him back like it was instinct now.

Jake watched, thumb stroking your cheek as he leaned down again, lips brushing your shoulder while Ni-ki’s mouth claimed yours. You didn’t know who to reach for, what to say, only that their hands didn’t stop, and neither did their lips.

Jake kissed the edge of your neck, soft and slow, before murmuring against your skin,

“You like our hands on you, babygirl?”

You gave a small nod, Ni-ki pulled back just enough to look at you, his fingers still deep, knuckles brushing your heat with every curl, and his eyes were shiny, dark pupils blown wide, a cocky smirk ghosting on the corner of his lips.

“You’re letting us do whatever we want.”

You looked at them both, eyes wide, lips swollen, body trembling between them, and the silence said everything you couldn’t speak. Then Jake kissed you again, dirty, making you swallow his spit and almost choke while Ni-ki kissed your neck. His palm was pressed against your folds now, thumb dragging in lazy circles over your clit every few seconds, making your thighs twitch with every pass. His other hand was still at your neck, cradling the back of your head gently, his eyes flicking between your parted lips and the soft, dazed look in your eyes.

After a few seconds, Jake separated again, whispering against your lips.

“Come here,” he murmured, palm slipping under your thigh. “Swing your leg over him.”

You hesitated for a moment, but not because you didn’t want to. But because the slight interruption made the daze feel even stronger, the weight of what you were doing creeping in just for a second. But of course, you obeyed, slowly shifting forward, knees trembling as you straddled Ni-ki’s lap. His fingers never left you, they stayed inside. and now you were seated deeper on his hand, the new angle making you gasp.

“Oh, my god—”

Jake chuckled under his breath behind you, one hand on your waist, the other brushing up your spine through your dress. The position made Ni-ki’s fingers feel deeper, your pussy walls stretching perfectly.

“Yeah? Feel that?”

Ni-ki looked up at you, watching the way your chest rose and fell, the flush spreading across your skin, your glassy eyes, your damp lashes, how your thighs trembled around his.

“You look so fucking pretty like this,” he said, voice low, nearly reverent. His lips brushing softly against yours.

Jake leaned in closer.

“Move, baby. Nice and slow.”

You didn’t know if it was his voice or the pressure inside you that made your hips twitch, but you listened. You rocked forward, then back, grinding down onto Ni-ki’s fingers, and the sensation hit you like a slow wave. Ni-ki groaned softly, jaw tightening.

“That’s it. Just like that.”

Jake’s hands were on your waist now, guiding you, helping you roll your hips in steady, filthy circles over Ni-ki’s hand. You could hear how wet you were, the obscene slick sounds filling the heavy air of the car.

“You’re drenching him,” Jake whispered, kissing the back of your shoulder. “Look how much you like it.”

Ni-ki’s free hand slid up your thigh, pushing your dress higher, trailing over the curve of your ass, then pressing his fingers into your hips as you rode him slow, with drawn-out movements that made your breath stutter and your muscles tense. Your thighs shook from how deep he was, how steady Jake kept you.

You leaned forward a little, pressing your forehead to Ni-ki’s shoulder. His fingers curled just right again, dragging against that soft spot inside you, over and over again, while Jake whispered filth in your ear.

“You like working for it, don’t you?” Jake said, his voice hot against your skin. “Grinding down nice and slow, letting us feel how tight you are.”

You moaned like it slipped out before you could catch it. Jake kissed your neck again.

“Good girl.”

Ni-ki’s voice was rougher.

“Keep going, babygirl. Don’t stop.”

You rolled your hips again, again, eyes fluttering shut as the pressure built, as their hands held you steady and their voices filled your ears with the filthiest kind of praise. Your forehead was pressed to Ni-ki’s shoulder, your hands curled into the fabric of his shirt, the softest sounds falling from your lips with every rock of your hips. It was too much.

Jake was behind you, his hands warm and steady at your waist. He helped you move, kept you balanced, lips brushing your shoulder as he whispered against your skin.

“Doing so good for us,” he murmured. “You like being taken care of like this, don’t you?”

You whimpered in response, your body twitching when Ni-ki’s thumb circled your clit again, your knees nearly gave out. Jake caught you easily, one arm wrapping around your waist from behind, holding you up against his chest.

“Relax,” he whispered, his voice soft but filthy. “Let us do it for you.”

He kissed the back of your neck while Ni-ki pushed his fingers deeper again, curling perfectly, making you moan into his shoulder. Then Jake’s free hand slid lower and he moved under your dress, palm smoothing over the curve of your ass, grabbing hard, then lower, until his fingers brushed where Ni-kis were getting lost. He didn’t go inside, just touched you over the fabric, his knuckles brushing the mess dripping down your thighs from Ni-ki’s hand.

“Fuck,” Jake hissed. “You’re making a mess.”

Ni-ki’s head fell back slightly, he brushes your hair out of your face with his free hand just si he could watch your expressions, your lashes fluttering, lips parted, skin flushed.

“She’s close.”

Jake kissed your neck again.

“She’s gonna fall apart all over your hand.”

You ground down again, harder this time, your rhythm breaking, a soft gasp leaving your lips as your thighs clenched around Ni-ki’s lap. You felt the knot starting to build in your lower belly, and Ni-ki’s fingers moved mercilessly, his palm now crashing with your soaked entrance, knuckles deep in with his rings too, drenching his hand completely in the most beautiful and obscene way.

“That’s it,” Ni-ki muttered, thumb dragging over your clit again, still slow, still steady. “Come on, baby.”

Jake’s fingers were still teasing you, adding just enough pressure to make your whole body tense.

“You’re gonna come like this, aren’t you?” he whispered into your ear. “So fucking sweet… riding his fingers like it’s the only thing you’ve ever needed.”

You choked on a moan, hips stuttering, hands gripping tighter into Ni-ki’s shirt, and you listened his deep chuckle, fingers never stop moving. Jake pressed his lips to your temple.

“Let go, baby. Just like that.”

You shattered quietly, legs shaking, body trembling, falling forward into Ni-ki’s chest as you came hard on his fingers. Your thighs clamped down around his hand, your walls pulsing around his fingers, breath catching in your throat, soft broken sounds falling from your lips as Jake held you through it, whispering softly.

“Fuck— there you go,” he said, hand caressing your hair. “That’s our girl.”

Ni-ki didn’t pull his fingers out right away. He just kept them there, buried inside you, until the tremors stopped, you felt his heartbeat in your ear, yours pulsing with force too, your lips parted still gasping for air. Jake stroked your back gently, lips brushing your shoulder.

The car was silent once again, only heat and your uneven breath. Ni-ki’s fingers slowly slipped out of you, soaked and glistening. He watched you straight into your eyes, his dark with lust as he brought them to his mouth, lips parting just enough to taste the sweetness of your release on his tongue. His eyes didn’t leave yours.

“So sweet,” he murmured.

You were barely upright, body loose and warm, dress rumpled around your hips, panties somewhere on the floor. You felt wrecked, but they weren’t done. Jake’s hands were still on your waist, he kissed your shoulder again, slowly, then down to the curve of your back.

“C’mere,” he whispered, his voice thick now, darker. “Let me take care of you.”

You blinked down at him as he slipped from the backseat, crouching between your knees, his hands dragging your dress up even higher, bunching it at your hips. His palms smoothed up your thighs, parting them gently, guiding you open for him. Ni-ki stayed behind you, one arm wrapped around your middle, holding you steady in his lap, you could feel his hardness brushing against you. His other hand stroked your thigh slowly, eyes heavy-lidded as he watched Jake settle between your legs.

Jake looked up at you once, his lips brushing your inner thigh.

“You’re so soft down here,” he murmured, kissing the skin right next to your heat. “Need to taste you.”

You whimpered, your hips twitching, still so sensitive, but already throbbing again with the slow return of need. Jake’s hands gripped your thighs gently, thumbs smoothing over your skin as his mouth finally dipped lower.

His first kiss to your pussy was slow, his tongue parted you with a quiet groan, tasting you like he’d been waiting for this all day.

You moaned open-mouthed, head falling back against Ni-ki’s shoulder. He bucked his hips up against your ass, teasing pressure.

Ni-ki kissed your temple.

“You like being spread open with his mouth while I grind against you like this?”

Jake’s tongue moved in slow, lazy drags, lapping at your folds, then circling your clit while your legs twitched already. Every movement was measured, every moan he drew from you earned with intention. You whimpered, hips bucking, but Ni-ki held you still, arms tight around your waist.

“Don’t move,” he whispered, kissing your jaw. “Let him eat you properly.”

Jake moaned against you like he couldn’t get enough, hands holding your thighs open as he sucked softly on your clit, then licked down again, messy, slow, filthy. His nose pressed to your skin, tongue everywhere, savoring the way your body trembled under his mouth. Your fingers gripped Ni-ki’s arms, your thighs squeezing around Jake’s head. Then he pulled back just enough, mouth and chin full of you, eyes glassy like he was in a trance and spat right onto your clit, dirty and obscene before groaning and burying his face on you again. It was too much.

Ni-ki kissed your cheek again when he felt you tremble in his arms, his voice was sweet but had a hint of mocking in it.

“You like how Jake eats your pussy, baby?”

You couldn’t speak, but Jake groaned like he already knew the answer and kept going, wet sounds of his tongue against you, shaking his head and dragging his tongue over your sensitive folds.

And suddenly you were shaking again.

Ni-ki held your thighs open, still whispering sweet filth in your ear.

“You gonna come on his tongue, baby?”

It didn’t take much for you to cry out, legs trembling, thighs soaked, riding his tongue through another slow, sweet high while Ni-ki whispered praise into your ear and held you close like they’d never let you go.

Jake pulled away from between your legs with a soft groan, his mouth shining with you. He pressed one last kiss to your inner thigh, eyes fluttering closed for a moment like he wanted to remember the taste. You were boneless in Ni-ki’s lap, your chest rising and falling, skin flushed and glowing. He held you gently, his arms strong around your waist, grounding you.

Jake looked up at you, voice low.

“Lay back, baby.”

You brain was fuzzy, everything felt like you were floating, you couldn’t speak anymore, but you nodded and Ni-ki helped guide you down, your back now resting on the seat, legs still parted, dress bunched high at your waist. Jake’s hands were on you instantly, smoothing up your ribs, brushing over the soft curve of your belly.

He leaned over you, pressing a slow kiss to your lips and you tasted yourself on his tongue.

“Ok?” he murmured.

You nodded, too shy to speak, eyes fluttering open to meet his. Ni-ki was beside you now, kneeling on the seat, fingers brushing your cheek.

“Gonna take this off,” he said softly, thumb tracing the strap of your bralette. “Wanna see you.”

You lifted your arms as Jake helped pull your dress up and over your head, slow and careful, always treating you like they were undressing something breakable. It was sticky with salt and sweat and still warm from the sun, but it peeled off easily, your white laced bralette and nothing else.

Ni-ki unclasped your bralette behind you, letting the straps slide from your shoulders. He leaned down and kissed your collarbone, soft and sweet, then dragged his lips across the top of your chest as he pulled the fabric away.

Jake’s eyes trailed down your body, his gaze completely lost.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re even more beautiful than i thought.”

Ni-ki kissed the swell of your breast, his palm cupping you gently, thumb dragging over your nipple. You gasped, hips twitching on instinct. You were shaking again, every pore too alive and aware of what was being done to you.

“So sensitive,” he murmured, voice rough with restraint.

Jake brushed his fingers over your ribs, down to your hipbones, then dipped just between your legs again, you almost flinched, but you spread your legs anyway, giving yourself to them, trusting them, like you always did.

“We’re gonna take our time with you,” he said, eyes meeting yours. “You’re okay with that?”

You nodded, heart pounding and Ni-ki’s fingers trailed lower, brushing the edge of your thigh.

“We’re gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

Jake leaned in and kissed your stomach, then lower, his tongue flicking just above where we was seconds ago, teasing.

You were already breathless again, bare and stretched out between them, limbs warm and loose, thighs soaked and sticky with your own release. Jake kissed the inside of your thigh again, then leaned back slightly, he met Ni-ki’s gaze, something unspoken passing between them.

“You take her,” Jake murmured. “I’ve got her.”

You barely had time to process that before Ni-ki’s hands moved up your body, strong and warm before he leaned down and kissed you. This kiss was deeper, heavier, possessive. His tongue pushed into your mouth like he was claiming you now, the way his body began to shift between your thighs.

You gasped when you felt the weight of him, still fully clothed, but pressing between your legs, dragging against your slick heat like he belonged there. Jake slid behind you on the seat, pulling you halfway into his lap. One of his arms wrapped under your back, holding you up, his other hand rested over your chest, fingers stroking gently over your breast.

“She’s shaking,” Jake whispered into your ear, his voice almost tender. “So fucking sweet like this.”

Ni-ki kissed down your jaw now, down your neck, then to your chest, his lips closing around your nipple, tongue rolling over it while his hand dragged slowly between your thighs. He didn’t slide in right away, just used his fingers to spread you again, letting the air hit your soaked folds, making you twitch.

Jake held you still, his lips brushing your temple.

“You want it, don’t you?”

Ni-ki looked up at you, then slowly pushed one finger inside, then another, dragging them in slow circles against your fluttering walls. Your body arched instinctively, too overwhelmed, too used already, legs spreading wider.

“She’s already open for me,” Ni-ki murmured.

Jake’s hand slid down your stomach, his voice in your ear like a secret.

“She’s been ready for us.”

Ni-ki added a third finger and you gasped, clinging to Jake’s arm, head rolling back against his shoulder, your eyes already watering. Jake’s hand slipped lower, resting over your belly while Ni-ki fucked you slow with his fingers with deep thrusts that stretched you open just right.

“You’re gonna take him so well,” Jake whispered, his hand sliding back up to cup your breast again, thumb stroking over your nipple. “He’s gonna make you feel it for days.”

Ni-ki groaned under his breath, watching your body shift and writhe beneath his hand.

“She’s so fucking warm.”

You whimpered, overwhelmed but not wanting them to stop. You couldn’t stop trembling, not with Jake holding you and murmuring all those filthy praises in your ear and with Ni-ki’s fingers dragging inside you like he was testing your limits.

Ni-ki’s fingers slipped out of you slow, wet and glistening. You whimpered at the loss, your hips twitching from the emptiness and the aftershocks still pulsing through you. But he didn’t move far. He looked down at you, completely bare, flushed, and trembling in Jake’s arms, and then brought his soaked fingers to his lips, once again licking them clean and his gaze locked on yours.

Jake kissed your cheek from behind.

“You watching how he tastes you?” he whispered against your skin. “That’s what we’ve been thinking about every time you wore those short little dresses.”

Ni-ki sat back slightly, hands moving to his belt. You heard the soft clink of the buckle, the slow drag of his zipper. He didn’t speak, but his eyes told you everything, how badly he wanted you, how much restraint it took to stay slow, to not just pull you down onto him and fuck you senseless. But he was careful, his breathing deep, chest rising with every second he got closer.

Jake’s hand slid up your thigh, spreading your legs wider again, helping you open up.

“You ready, baby?” he asked, voice low.

You nodded shakily, turning your head slightly into Jake’s neck, your lips brushing his skin as you breathed,

“Yes…”

“Good girl.”

Ni-ki wrapped his hand around himself, stroking slow. His cock was flushed, thick and heavy in his palm, the veins pronounced, the head glistening with precum that smeared slick across his fingers as he lined himself up. His eyes never left yours, hooded and burning, and the corner of his mouth twitched like he was holding back a smirk.

Your breath caught the moment he pressed against your folds, just the head nudging through the mess Jake had left behind. Warm and swollen, you clenched instinctively, a soft gasp slipping from your lips before you could stop it. Ni-ki’s jaw flexed, his throat moving as he swallowed hard, breath ragged.

Jake held you tighter, lips at your temple.

“Let him in, he’ll go slow.”

Ni-ki’s hands found your thighs, spreading yoj open more, thumbs brushing soft circles into your skin, his touch soft but teasing. And then he pushed in. And you felt everything. The stretch, the heat, the weight of it, your mouth fell open with a breathless, broken sound, and your eyes fluttered shut before you could catch yourself. You felt his cock throb against your walls, still barely inside, and heard his low groan behind you.

“Fuck—she’s so tight,” Ni-ki growled under his breath, voice cracking with control.

He didn’t push deeper yet. Just stayed there, barely inside, letting you stretch around him. Jake’s fingers brushed your jaw.

“You’re doing so well. Look at you. Taking him already.”

The praise settled low in your stomach, warmth curling through your belly like honey. You could hardly think, just feel. Ni-ki rocked forward again, painfully slow, sliding deeper into your soaked, pulsing heat. Your breath hitched, lips parted as you tried to breathe through the stretch. He paused halfway in, hands still trembling, letting your body adjust around him.

After a few seconds, your hips moved forward, and that was the green light he needed.

Ni-ki exhaled deeply, fingers tightening, and with one smooth, deliberate motion, he pushed the rest of the way in. All of him. Your back arched with a gasp, a full-body jolt of sensation tightening through you as he buried himself to the hilt. You could feel him everywhere. He filled you so completely it knocked the air from your lungs, your cunt fluttering around the thick, pulsing length inside.

Jake caught you, arms pulling you in as your body trembled. He kissed your shoulder sweetly.

“There you go. Just like that. You’ve got him.”

Ni-ki groaned, his head dropped to your shoulder, breath hot and ragged against your skin, and you felt the slight tremble in his thighs, the twitch of his cock deep inside you.

“She’s so warm. So wet.”

He stayed still inside you, deep and pulsing, letting the weight of it settle in your bones, he wanted you to feel it, to fully understand just how full you were, how perfectly your body stretched to take him. It was too much and not enough, and your mind could barely keep up with the way your body throbbed around him, aching, fluttering, clenching with every heartbeat.

Jake’s hand was on your cheek again, grounding you, thumb brushing softly along your jaw as he tilted your face toward his. His lips met yours in a kiss that made your stomach flip.

“You’re ours now,” he murmured against your mouth.

Your whole body tightened at the words, skin prickling with heat, and then Ni-ki moved. He pulled back just slightly, hips drawing slow and unhurried, and you let out a gasp in your throat at the drag. You could feel every inch of him slide out of your soaked heat, slick and glistening, and then he pushed back in with a deep, deliberate thrust.

Your gasp broke into a whine, and your fingers dug into Jake’s arm where it wrapped around your waist. The stretch, the fullness, the way he filled you, it was overwhelming. Your walls clenched helplessly, still sensitive, still trembling from the mess of touches and kisses and teasing they’d already given you. And now Ni-ki was inside you, thick and hot and relentless, dragging against every sensitive spot.

Jake pressed a kiss to your temple, brushing your hair back from your face.

“Good girl. So fucking tight for him.”

Ni-ki kept his rhythm slow. Every thrust was full and deep, his hips rolling forward instead of snapping, his abs tensing with the effort of keeping himself in control. His hands gripped your thighs tighter, thumbs dragging upward as he pushed in again, hips grinding just enough to make your breath shake.

“Look at her,” he murmured, voice low and ragged. “Already fucked dumb.”

Your head fell back helplessly against Jake’s shoulder, lips parted in a silent moan, eyes fluttering somewhere between pleasure and delirium. Your fingers clung to Ni-ki’s arms now, nails pressing into his skin, you couldn’t bear the way he kept fucking you, slow, deep, each thrust dragging against your walls so deliberately it made your whole body tremble.

“Feel him, baby. Feel how deep he is?”

You whimpered again, almost sobbing, body arching as your walls clenched helplessly around the length buried inside you. Ni-ki groaned under his breath, sweat beginning to gather at his temple, hair starting to stick to his forehead as he rolled his hips deeper.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. You like being stretched out like this?”

You could barely even nod. All you could do was feel, how thick he was, how slowly he moved, how your body ached to come undone again.

Jake’s mouth brushed your ear.

“She loves it, look how she’s dripping around you.”

Then his hand slid lower down your stomach, past the fluttering heat in your belly, fingers gliding with intimate precision until they found the sensitive bundle of nerves just above where Ni-ki was still buried inside you. His touch was slow, obscene in its gentleness, drawing soft, deliberate circles over your clit with maddening care.

You jerked in their grip, a choked sound breaking from your throat, your whole body clenching tight as your moan fell apart at the edges.

Jake’s voice dropped, soft and coaxing.

“That’s it. Take him while I play with you.”

Ni-ki leaned over you now, his breath hot where it hit your collarbone in short, ragged bursts. His thrusts were deeper now, each one slow but loaded with purpose feeling you wrapped tight around him, fluttering and wet and perfect. Sweat dripped from his temple to your shoulder, slicking the skin between you. His weight was grounding, his cock stretching your oversensitive walls so perfectly your legs were trembling again, muscles twitching, thighs starting to shake with the buildup. Every stroke filled you completely, dragging slow and deep, making you feel everything.

Your lips parted in a whine as Jake’s fingers circled tighter, matching Ni-ki’s rhythm.

“That’s it,” Jake breathed. “You gonna come on his cock?”

The words made your stomach twist, your cunt clenching around Ni-ki so tight it stole the breath from his lungs. His head dropped to your shoulder, hips stuttering, skin slapping wetly against yours now.

“Let go, sweetheart. Just fall apart for us.”

Your back arched, body curling into itself as the wave hit, hot, blinding, unbearable. Your legs trembled violently, every muscle locking up as your orgasm slammed into you, messy and overwhelming. You pulsed around Ni-ki’s cock like you couldn’t stop, crying out as your nails dug into his arms and your hips jerked uncontrollably.

Jake held you through it. His arms wrapped tight around your waist, his lips brushing your cheek, your neck, your shoulder.

“That’s our girl. So fucking good.”

Ni-ki kept fucking you through it, but his hips snapped forward, hard enough to make your breath hitch, skin smacking against skin. He was still buried inside you, but now his thrusts were desperate, fast and messy, rutting into the heat of your overstimulated body because he couldn’t help himself anymore.

“Fucking made for it,” he growled into your shoulder. “You feel that? Feel how deep I am? Your pretty pussy’s just gripping me, sucking me in—fuck, fuck—”

Your eyes were already struggling to stay open, you twitched in Jake’s arms, your body warm and pliant, thighs trembling from the aftershocks. And Ni-ki was still fucking you with brutal thrusts that made everything ache in the most perfect way. He groaned low in his throat, sweat at his brow, his hands gripping your thighs tighter now, the rhythm starting to stutter as your walls clenched around him.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he breathed, voice breaking. “I can barely move.”

Jake was stroking your side, lips at your temple again.

“Baby’s fucked brainless”

Ni-ki looked down at where he disappeared into you, watching as every pull of his hips dragged out glistening and wet, then sank back in with a slick sound that made all three of you gasp. The sight alone nearly ruined him, your cunt stretched around him, flushed and pulsing, milking him like your body didn’t want to let go.

“She’s dripping. Fuck, it’s like her pussy’s begging me to stay inside.”

You gasped, head falling back. He wasn’t teasing anymore, he was losing it now, the tension behind his movements was spiraling, every thrust rougher, needier, more desperate.

“I’m gonna cum inside you,” Ni-ki groaned, voice raw. “You want that, baby?”

Your body twitched at the words, and Jake’s lips found your cheek again, his voice low and sweet in your ear.

“Tell him,” he whispered. “Tell him to fill you up.”

Your throat was dry, your vision hazy, eyes glassy with tears you hadn’t even realized were falling. Your lips were swollen from how hard you’d bitten down trying to stay quiet. Still you nodded, a soft broken sound leaving your mouth.

“Yes… Ni-ki—please.”

It’s didn’t take him much longer.

“Fuck, fuck—fuck,” he choked, hips jerking forward, burying himself as deep as he could go.

His cock throbbed deep inside you, and then he spilled into you, thick and hot, filling you with so much you could feel it start to drip before he even pulled out. He came hard, his whole body trembling, his mouth pressed to your shoulder as he whispered filth through every panting breath.

“Take it—fuck, take it all. You feel that? My cum inside you?” He was panting now, head falling forward, one hand shaking as it dragged up your thigh. “God, you were made for this.”

You whimpered, body fluttering around him again, the fullness too much, too perfect. Jake was still holding you steady, kissing your neck now, his hand pressed over your belly like he could feel everything. Ni-ki stayed inside for a long moment, breathing hard, letting it all sink in, the way your body wrapped around him, soaked and full, his cum already dripping from where he was still buried.

“You look ruined,” he said softly, voice still breathless. “So fucking pretty like this. Full of me.”

You barely managed a soft whimper, thighs twitching from the overstimulation, but it made Ni-ki smile, a little cocky. His hand stayed on your leg, slow and loose. Jake was still behind you, chest against your back, lips brushing your jaw as his hand came up to gently cup your cheek.

“Think she can take more?”

It was dumb to nod, your body was already so sensitive, but you still wanted it, so you just nodded weakly. Ni-ki finally pulled out with a groan that rumbled from his chest, and you could feel the warm rush of him spill out, slick and messy between your thighs. A thick string clung to your folds as his cock slid free, and he sat back to catch his breath, running a hand through his damp hair. His other hand never left your skin.

“Goddamn,” Ni-ki muttered under his breath, eyes flickering over the ruined mess between your legs. “Look at her.”

Jake kissed your cheek again, still behind you, still wrapped around you like a second skin.

“You did so good,” he whispered, his voice dark and warm. “So fucking sweet, taking all of him like that.”

You barely had the breath to respond, body limp in his arms, soaked, flushed, full. But then his hands moved lower, under your thighs, lifting you slightly.

“Now it’s my turn.”

Jake slid you down gently, your back hit the seat, thighs falling open on instinct, and Ni-ki shifted to the side with a lazy groan, his bare chest rising and falling. His fingers were still wrapped around his softening cock, lazily stroking, his eyes hooded and hungry.

“She’s ready for you.”

Jake said nothing at first, just stood and peeled off his shirt, the muscles of his stomach flexing as he tossed it to the floor. You watched him with hazy eyes, lips parted, every inch of your body pulsing, raw and twitching from the last orgasm. Then he unbuckled his jeans, fingers moving practiced. He dragged the denim down his hips, boxers caught low, letting his cock spring free, already hard, flushed, leaking.

He leaned over you again, his bare chest pressing to yours, his body warm. One of his hands braced beside your head, the other trailed down your body, slipping easily between your thighs.

“Messy girl,” he murmured, dragging his fingers through the slick mess of you. “Still so fucking soft.”

His cock dragged along your folds, slowly, rubbing through the mess of Ni-ki’s cum and your slick, making obscene squelching sounds that had your whole body twitching. You were already shaking, breath catching in your throat, but Jake just leaned in and brushed his lips over yours, soft and taunting.

“I’m not gonna rush,” he whispered. “But you’re gonna feel everything.”

Then he pushed in. You cried out, hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging in as the stretch bloomed sharp and overwhelming. You were sore, already sensitive from how hard Ni-ki had taken you, but Jake didn’t stop. He pressed in slow, deeper, deeper, his hips rolling forward with maddening control, filling you inch by inch.

“Fuuuuuck, you’re so full,” he breathed. “Stuffed and still taking me. Look at you.”

Your walls fluttered around him helplessly, clenching and sucking him in like your body didn’t care how wrecked it was, it just wanted more. Jake kissed you then, slow and filthy, lips brushing yours between breaths, his voice nothing but gravel in your ear. He was thicker than Ni-ki, making the stretch more intense. Your back arched as he finally bottomed out, his hips pressing flush to yours, his cock buried to the hilt.

Jake’s hand moved to your stomach, spreading wide over your lower belly, pressing down slightly.

“You feel that, baby?” he whispered, biting your earlobe. “My cock right on top of where he left you?”

You whimpered, your hands fisting in his hair and he started to move, rhythym slow and deep and intentional, taking his time to make you feel him completely. Every thrust sent another wet sound echoing in the car, cum slipping from between your thighs with every motion, soaking both of you.

You gasped, trembling under him, the pressure of his hand making the stretch even sharper.

“I can feel him inside you. Can feel my cock pushing his cum deeper.”

Ni-ki groaned from beside you, watching with heavy, one hand palming himself again.

Jake kissed you again, harder this time.

“You love this. Being fucked open. Being filled up by your best friends.”

You nodded, dazed and ruined, no words left. Just your body twitching, trembling beneath him, already close again. Jake’s mouth moved to your neck, teeth dragging over the skin before he bit down lightly, making you cry out.

“You’re ours now, baby. You know that?”

His voice was velvet-dirty, all heat and command. You whimpered, hips tilting to meet his, so desperate for more, even though you were already stuffed full and leaking.

From the side, Ni-ki let out a low groan, stroking himself harder now.

“She knows.”

And Jake fucked you just like that, slow, deep, claiming, while you trembled beneath him, your body already building again, your mind drowning in them. His movements were slow, hips rolling forward in long, dragging thrusts that made your breath catch every time.

Ni-ki’s cum was still leaking from where he’d filled you, coating Jake’s cock every time he slid in, but he didn’t stop.

“You’re shaking,” he whispered against your skin, voice warm, low, loving. “But I’m not done with you.”

Your legs twitched around his waist, your body clenching around him involuntarily, your mind barely holding on. It was too hot. Too much. Too good. Everything slick and flushed and full, perfect and dirty and so far past the point of no return.

“I know, baby,” he murmured. “But you’re gonna take it.”

He kissed the corner of your mouth, slow and soft. Then his forehead rested against yours, eyes locked to yours like he needed to see every second of you falling apart.

“Gonna make you come again with my cock inside you. Gonna make you cry a little, feel so good you can’t even think.”

His hips rolled deeper, slower, each thrust impossibly precise. You gasped, hands scrambling to hold onto his arms, his shoulders, anything that would keep you grounded. Ni-ki groaned again from the side, muttering under his breath as he watched your body shiver.

“She’s close again.”

Jake didn’t speed up, he slowed down, deliberately cruel, hips rolling in a deep, dragging rhythm that made you tremble. His cock ground into you with every push, hitting the perfect spot so slowly it made your breath stutter in your throat.

“You feel that?” Jake whispered. “That’s me inside you, fucking you open even more. You’re so full, baby. You were made for this.”

Then his hand slid lower, fingers ghosting over your clit, and you jerked like he’d shocked you, a strangled gasp catching in your throat as your hips bucked beneath him.

Jake held you still.

“You can take it,” he whispered. “You will take it.”

His fingers circled again, just light enough to make you twitch, just firm enough to drag you back up toward the edge.

“She’s going to break,” Ni-ki murmured, eyes dark. “Look at her.”

You were crying now, it was everything, Jake’s cock deep inside you, his fingers on your clit, Ni-ki’s voice, the mess between your legs, the heat of their bodies, the possessiveness in their touches, the filthy things they kept saying. It was unbearable. You were so sensitive your muscles were trembling, your skin buzzing like electricity lived just beneath it. The sob slipped out of you like a release valve, high and cracked and desperate. It was perfect.

Jake kissed your cheek.

“You’re almost there, sweetheart.”

Another drag of his cock. Another swirl of his fingers. You sobbed, a broken, high sound that made both of them groan. Your body seized, clenching tight, trying to take more, even when there was nothing more to give.

And then you snapped.

You came again, harder this time, more helpless. Your back arched violently, your hips pressing up into Jake’s thrusts, seeking every inch. Your pussy clenched around him so tight he nearly lost it right there, your body milking him, soaking him, drenching the mess already between your thighs. The cry that tore from your lips was raw, something between a sob and a moan, your entire body wracked with tremors as the orgasm crashed over you.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Just like that. Cry for it, baby. Come all over me.”

You couldn’t even speak, just trembling, eyes rolling back, mouth parted in soft gasps as Jake fucked you through it, his cock still dragging slow and deep, soaking in how perfect you felt breaking under him. He was still moving slow, but his hips were tighter now, the restraint unraveling with every clench of your body around him.

“You’re still squeezing me,” he groaned, his hand gripping your thigh as his voice dropped lower, rougher.

You whimpered, barely able to breathe, body twitching under his weight. Another slow grind of his hips. Another sob slipping from your lips.

Jake leaned down and kissed you again, deep, slow, so tender it made your heart ache.

“I’m gonna cum inside you, baby,” he whispered against your lips. “Gonna fill you until you’re leaking for the rest of the night.”

Ni-ki cursed low from nearby, still sitting back with one hand wrapped around himself, eyes locked on where Jake was buried inside you. His hand moved slow now, rhythm lazy.

Jake’s next thrust was deeper, slower, grinding into you in a way that made your whole body twitch.

“You want it?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper now. “Want me to fill you up too?”

You nodded weakly, lips parted.

“Please…”

Jake groaned, his hands gripped your thighs tighter, holding you wide open beneath him.

“Fuck.”

He thrust in one last time, deep, flush, pressing every inch of himself into you until your bodies met fully. And then he stayed there, his whole body tensing as he came. You felt it immediately, hot, thick pulses spilling deep inside, your walls clenching around him, welcoming every drop. His cock twitched hard as he emptied himself into you, filling the same space Ni-ki had already claimed, their warmth mixing inside you in a way that made you whimper.

“Shit—yes—take it,” Jake gasped, his mouth brushing your jaw. “Take all of it. You were made for this, baby.”

You trembled beneath him, overwhelmed, your body filled now with both of them, thick heat pooling deep inside. Jake stayed inside for a moment, catching his breath, his lips pressing to your temple, your cheek, your shoulder, soft kisses that didn’t match how filthy the moment was.

Then you felt Ni-ki move again.

Your vision was blurry, your whole body still trembling from the overwhelming heat pooling deep inside you, but you blinked up, and there he was. Still sitting back, but not relaxed anymore. His hand was working over his cock again, tight, desperate. His jaw was clenched, lips parted, chest heaving slightly. And his eyes were locked on where Jake was still inside you, where you were stretched and dripping full, where the mess of both of them was already spilling out around the base of Jake’s cock.

“You look fucking ruined,” he muttered.

And it made him lose it.

A ragged, broken groan tore from his throat as thick, hot pulses of cum spilled from him, landing across your stomach, your chest, your ribs. You gasped at the sudden heat, your back arching involuntarily, but you were too dazed to do anything but take it.

“Shit, shit—so fucking good,” he breathed, watching it drip down your ribs, your thighs, everywhere.

You looked down, barely able to process how much of a mess you were now. Your thighs sticky and trembling. Your pussy leaking slow, thick trails of both of them. And now your stomach and chest were covered, painted with Ni-ki’s release, dripping slowly down the curve of your ribs, collecting in the dip between your breasts.

Jake was still inside, barely moving now, just pressing lazy, soft kisses to your throat as your chest rose and fell. He stayed inside you for a moment longer, his cock softening slowly, your thighs twitching with every small movement. You were still full, leaking from both of them, the mess soaking into the seat beneath you. Your skin glowed with sweat and pleasure, streaked with Ni-ki’s release, your chest rising in shallow breaths.

Then Jake reached down, slow and calm, and picked his phone up from where it had fallen beside his shirt. You didn’t say anything, simply watched him. His hand was still on your thigh, fingers splayed wide, possessive, grounding you. He angled the phone low first, adjusting with quiet precision, and you realized with a flutter in your chest what he was doing.

His cock was still buried inside you, twitching now and then, and the camera caught everything, the slick mess dripping from where you were stretched wide around him, the glistening remnants of both of them smeared against your inner thighs, leaking from your swollen folds. He took a photo.

You flinched slightly, instinctive, your thighs twitching.

Jake smiled down at you.

“She’s so fucking perfect like this,” he murmured. “Our pretty little mess.”

Ni-ki leaned over your shoulder, his breath warm near your ear. His eyes dropped to the screen, dark and hungry.

“Send me that,” he muttered, gaze still fixed on your glistening cunt, the slick stretch of you around Jake’s cock.

Jake tilted the phone again, capturing your chest next, the soft rise and fall of your breath, the mess on your skin, his fingers pressed into your thigh.

“Don’t move,” he said gently, thumb brushing across your skin. “You look so fucking beautiful.”

You swallowed, cheeks burning, but you didn’t cover yourself. You liked the way he looked at you through the lens, like you were art. Like this moment, this softness and filth, was something worth remembering.

He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, warm and reverent, before raising the phone again. This time, the photo was closer, framing your flushed face, your dazed eyes, the way your lips were still parted from the gasps you couldn’t quite catch.

“You okay?” he murmured.

You nodded slowly, your lashes fluttering, lips curling into the smallest smile.

“Mhm…”

“You like it when I take pictures of you like this?” he asked, not teasing, just curious. A little possessive.

You blinked up at him, body still heavy, still sensitive, but your voice came through softly.

“Yeah.”

Jake’s smile deepened.

“Of course you do.”

He kissed you again, this time slower, longer, his hand still gently stroking your leg as the phone slipped down beside you again.

“You’re ours now,” he whispered against your lips. “And we’re gonna keep every piece of you.”

The car was quiet again, hazy with heat and afterglow. Only your breathing, the subtle rustle of skin, the stickiness between your thighs. Your body was limp, boneless, resting in their hands.

Then Jake finally moved, slowly, and slipped out of you. You whimpered softly, the loss so sudden, so raw, that your body twitched. You could feel the slow spill of their cum dripping out of you, slicking your thighs, staining the seat beneath.

Jake’s touch was immediate. His palm against your hip. His lips at your temple.

“Easy,” he murmured “I’ve got you.”

You were already trembling again, nerves frayed and soaked, body raw in the softest, most perfect way. But their hands didn’t leave you.

Ni-ki leaned in first, brushing your hair back from your face, then cupped your cheek with a hand that had once gripped you tight. Now, he held you like glass. He kissed your lips, so different from the way he’d fucked you earlier. His tongue moved lazily, tasting the last of your whimpers, your breath, your dazed surrender.

“You did so good for us,” he whispered against your mouth. “So fucking good.”

Jake moved lower again, grabbing his shirt from the floor and dragging it gently between your thighs, wiping away the mess there with soft, patient motions. You gasped at the sensitivity, but he paused only to kiss your inner thigh before continuing.

“Sorry, baby,” he murmured. “Just a little more.”

He worked slowly, wiping you clean, pressing soft kisses to every spot he touched, your hipbone, your navel, the insides of your knees.

Ni-ki slid beside you now, resting on his elbow, one hand stroking your arm while his lips pressed a long, lingering kiss to your collarbone.

Jake moved up your body, tossing the shirt aside and settling next to you. He kissed your cheek, then your lips again, his tongue still slow, still sweet.

“Still with us?” he asked softly, brushing his thumb across your bottom lip.

You nodded, eyes fluttering.

“Mhm…”

Jake smiled, then looked over to Ni-ki, who was still watching you like you were something divine.

“We should let her rest on the way back.”

Ni-ki nodded, but leaned in once more and kissed your forehead, then your lips again, just a soft, barely-there press.

“You’re not walking,” Jake added, already reaching for your clothes. “We’re carrying you.”

You didn’t stop smiling.

A while later, you were tucked between them, wearing Jake’s shirt, legs pulled up on the seat, your cheek resting against Ni-ki’s shoulder. The breeze from the open car windows had cooled the air, the scent of the ocean still hanging thick around you, mixed with the messy smell of sex.

Jake was leaned against the door, shirtless, grinning like he hadn’t just taken the most intimate pictures of you minutes ago.

“See?” he drawled, voice playful. “Told you it was a bad idea to bring her with us .”

A slow, satisfied smile tugged at Ni-ki’s lips as he stared out the windshield, one hand resting on your bare thigh, thumb lazily brushing back and forth. You could feel how relaxed he was now, how wrecked, but in that calm, fucked-out way.

“You weren’t complaining when she was begging for both of us,” Ni-ki muttered, voice low, his usual bratty tone back. His fingers squeezed your thigh. “Pretty sure that was your idea, wasn’t it?”

“Oh really?” Jake raised a brow. “You looked pretty happy when you were licking her off your fingers like it was dessert.”

“Touché.”

Your cheek was still pressed to Ni-ki’s warm shoulder, but you lifted your eyes just enough to shoot Jake a lazy smile.

“I’m still here” you mumbled, your voice hoarse, lips sore, “Just… recovering.”

You leaned into Ni-ki’s chest, eyes fluttering shut, body still warm from everything, and let the sound of their teasing wrap around you like a blanket. You were barely conscious of the conversation at first, your head resting heavy on Ni-ki’s shoulder, Jake’s shirt hanging off one shoulder, your legs curled under you. Everything was warm and soft and sticky. But it felt right, and safe.

The ride back was quiet for a while, windows cracked open to let in the breeze, the salty night air mixing with the lingering scent of your skin and theirs. You were sprawled in the backseat again, Jake’s shirt barely buttoned, legs curled under you, cheek smushed against the cool leather. You were floating, hazy, lazy, a little sore.

Your eyes fluttered open when the car slowed, pulling into the bright glow of a 24-hour drive-thru. The neon lights felt too sharp at first, cutting through your post-orgasmic haze, but the scent of fries made your stomach grumble softly. Ni-ki was behind the wheel now, one hand on the gearshift, the other tapping the steering wheel. Jake sat in the passenger seat, squinting up at the menu.

“Don’t get the chicken sandwich,” Ni-ki said flatly.

Jake turned to him immediately.

“Why not?”

“Because last time you got it, you bitched about it for twenty minutes.”

“I bitched because they forgot the sauce.”

“No, you bitched because it was mid and you didn’t want to admit it.”

“It wasn’t mid, it was dry, there’s a difference.”

You let out a tiny giggle, barely audible from the backseat, they were always like this. Jake turned halfway in his seat, grinning when he saw your sleepy eyes blinking open.

“Hey, baby. You hungry?”

You nodded slowly.

“Something with bacon…”

“See? That’s my fucking girl,” Ni-ki said, looking smug. “We’re getting the fries with cheeseburgers, extra bacon and nuggets.”

Jake turned back around.

“Fine, but I’m still getting a sandwich. I’ll just order extra sauce this time.”

The intercom crackled to life and Ni-ki leaned forward to place the order, rattling it off with expert speed. When he asked what drink you wanted, you murmured something sleepily and he leaned his head back toward you.

“What was that, doll?”

You peeked over the seat, voice barely a whisper.

“Strawberry milkshake…”

Jake melted immediately.

“Don’t you dare forget her strawberry milkshake.”

Ni-ki snorted, but didn’t argue, just rolled his eyes with affection.

“Spoiled.”

“She deserves it,” Jake said under his breath, eyes flicking to you with the softest look.

The drive-thru worker handed over the bags and Ni-ki started passing things around. Jake twisted in his seat again, opening the milkshake and holding it up for you with the straw already in.

“C’mon, baby. Drink up.”

You leaned forward, taking a long sip, eyes fluttering shut like it was the best thing you’d ever tasted. Ni-ki glanced at you through the mirror and shook his head, smirking.

The car rolled back onto the road, tires humming gently beneath you, the world outside a blur of headlights and ocean shadows. You stayed curled in the backseat, warm and quiet, fingers wrapped around your milkshake as you nursed it between sips, the straw sticky-sweet against your lips. Jake was humming something under his breath, Ni-ki tapping the steering wheel in rhythm, both boys throwing glances at you. They were your best friends, your softest secret, your sweetest trouble, and you just smiled, sleep tugging at your lashes, full and loved and dizzy on them both.

spider-mann

whomagazine: Sebastian Stan they don’t love you like I love you

navybrat817

Mr. and Mrs. Barnes

Pairing: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky suggests sneaking off at the gala. How can you resist?

Word Count: Over 3k

Warnings: Unprotected v. sex, sex in a closet, dirty talk, possessiveness, established relationship, slight insecurities, mention of breeding, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes and he's a simp for you (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Sorry, lovelies. I just really wanted this. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky didn’t bother to hide his discontent as he looked around at the ballroom. Was it a gala? Fundraiser? What cared? He hated functions like these. People were either there to kiss ass and move up the chain of command or gloat about how well off they were in life under the guise that they were doing good for others. He didn't attempt to converse with any of them, but still had to go as a way to support SHIELD in some capacity and show that he was no longer the Winter Soldier.

sinner-as-saint

drag me under

Father Charlie Mayhew x Reader

Run-through: After what has to be one of the most exhausting and exasperating meetings he’s ever had with the Bishop and Mother Superior, Father Charlie desperately needs a quick release. It was wrong, he knew and he’d repent for it later. Except, what he thought was going to stay as a secret between him and God ends up involving a third witness – you.

Themes: smut, explicit language, mentions of infidelity, degrading kink

Fuck. He was close.

Sacred

Father Charlie Mayhew x f!reader

word count: around 1k I think??

warnings: priest kink, rough blowjob, cum play, takes place in a church

a/n: Hello, all! This is my first story in a long while. I decided to go with the new it boy, Nicholas Chavez🤭 This was just a quick little write and I hope I still got it after being mia. Please let me know what you think!

#nicholas chavez #nicholas chavez smut #monsters #lyle menendez #grotesquerie #nicholas alexander chavez #nicholas chavez x reader #father charlie mayhew #charlie mayhew #charlie mayhew x reader #father charlie mayhew smut

metalbuckaroo

KINKTOBER DAY 2: Finger Fucking

Summary// jealousy is new to Bucky, but he always knows how to make up for it

Warnings// fingering, jealous Bucky, smut, unprotected sex, use of nicknames- dollface, mentions of ripping clothes, cursing

AU// Roommate!Bucky x F!Reader

Note// not extremely proud of how this turned out, and the layout from day 1 is way too much work so I’m tapping out on it already 😂

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

metalbuckaroo

KINKTOBER DAY 1: MUTUAL MASTURBATION

🕷 Summary// Bucky doesn’t miss sex, not when he had the chance to spend these mornings with you

🕸 Warnings// mutual masturbation, lil bitta fluff, a smidgen of angst, feels, cursing, sugar baby/sugar daddy dynamics, use of nickname- baby, darling

🕷 AU// SugarDaddy!Bucky x F!Reader

🕸 Note// Kinktober has begun and I’m beyond excited, idk how I feel ab the layout for the summary and warnings, though- may change it. A reminder than any gifs or pictures I use in the moodboards aren’t mine and full credit goes to the actual creators

🕷 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST 🕷

‼️ 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI ‼️

adrinktostopyourthirst

Bucky Barnes | One Shot | Following Orders

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Plot: Bucky is always grumpy, so you've resorted to being aggressively bossy. But he will show you what following orders really looks like.

Warnings: 18+. Smut with a plot.

Words: 4,8OO

A sharp hiss comes from the man before you and you clamp your thighs around his ribs tighter to steady him, the air pockets from the storm that make the plane shake and dip through the sky already making it hard enough to finish your sutures on Bucky’s shoulder.

“Would you sit still?” you snap at him and grab his shoulders to pull the open wound closer to you and make it easier to see what you’re doing. In a plane, with minimum light and a diminutive amount of supplies to help your colleague with – a colleague that never manages to ever crack a smile, especially not towards you – your current situation pretty much sucks.

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