DIVER DOWN

fwb!hot pants who keeps being your friend and roommate, you and her share the same friend group and when they come over to your apartment, none of them know that hours earlier Hot Pants was three fingers deep inside of you, making you cum all over her hand in the couch. None of them even suspect that you are something else than friends.

fwb!hot pants who likes to cuddle after sex and doesn't know how terrible that makes you feel. Not because it's not good, but because it feels too real. She fucks you, she makes you cry and beg, but she's also the one who wipes away your tears with kisses and grabs a towel to clean between your thighs. She keeps you tucked on her chest, her short nails drawing lines in your back, it tickles, but you never say anything.

fwb!hot pants who hates when you get jealous. She can't stand you when you get pouty or visibly sad because someone who isn't you is having her attention. It's too embarrassing for her. One time, you two were at a party and some pretty girl comes up to her to chat and maybe flirt a little (nothing that would lead to anything, Hot Pants was sure that she was fucking you tonight, not anyone else). But when you spot them, you clung to her side, head on her shoulder and even whining in her ear about how you wanted to leave.

"Goddamn, babe, get off me!" she said between laughs, shaking her shoulder a little.

Your face burns hot as you grab her wrist tight. "We're leaving," you mutter, voice barely cutting through the music but sharp enough that she raises an eyebrow.

She lets you pull her out anyway, but not without a little laugh that makes a few heads turn your way. Someone whispers something, god, this is humiliating. You drag her outside onto the quiet street, the cool air hitting your skin as the door swings shut behind you.

You spin on her, arms crossed tight over your chest. "Why do you always have to act like a bitch?"

"Excuse me?" Her mouth opened to say more, but you were faster.

"You-you were flirting with her and... treating me like shit all night!" You raised your voice just a little out of frustrating.

Hot Pants sighs, running a hand through her short hair. She looks annoyed but still so hot under the streetlight, and that just makes you madder. "Babe, seriously? You pulled me out for that. Everyone saw you acting all clingy and dramatic."

"Stop doing that! Stop trying to embarrassing me in front of everyone!" You're getting more and more frustrated each time, not being able to remember every phrase you mentally prepared for this moment.

"Listen, I'm sorry I embarrassed you, yeah?" Hot Pants nods, not even sounding sorry at all. "But you can't get this mad for some innocent flirting. We are nothing serious, remember? Maybe if you weren't glued to my side every second, other women would actually flirt with you too. You're scaring them off acting like this."

Her words sting deep, making your eyes water even as your heart races. She doesn't say anything softer, she stands in front of you, waiting for your tears to run down your cheeks so she can raise her hand and clean them with the thumb.

"C'mon, I'll take you home, you're drunk."

You let her grab your hand without a word or a complain. Truth is, you haven't touched a drop of alcohol tonight but still, you let her fuck you that same night even if it makes you feel dirty.

JOHNNY is trying so hard not to lose it in the aftermath of the fight. Your stupid comment about how sections of the hair that poked out of his beanie looked an awful lot like cat ears soon became reality when there's one pair literally jutting out of his head, and worse, a fluffy tail that swings at the first whiff of your scent.

Turning away from your teasing smile, he frowns in embarrassment.

"C'mon, they're cute~"

"They're not."

"The color matches your hair!"

He fucking hates them.

Or maybe not so much. With his head buried in your tits and your hand fisted around his cock as of now, Johnny might as well be in Heaven. His mouth greedily nurses your nipple, licking, sucking, and swirling his sandpaper-like tongue around the swollen buds until he feels your breath hitch. You run your fingers through his hair and scratch behind his fluttering ears; the other busies itself with pumping his dick, cooing about how much of a good boy Johnny is. Hips buckling into your palm, his tail curls around your arm as he whimpers.

Can these stay for another two hours?

—

The sight of your ears twitching when so much as a bug flies by amuses GYRO to no end. Initially just as concerned as you are, he mellows out the second you tell him there's no pain except a very mild, lingering sensitivity, courtesy of your new… features. Now the Italian blonde has made it his entire life mission to sing about how cute you are in your matching cat ears and tail, his big hands messing up your hair with every aggressive pat.

"You want some catnip, gattina?~”

“S—Shut up!”

Well, he won’t, and if Gyro is gonna be the loud one here, he’ll make sure that you can’t keep your mouth shut either. Said as easily as done, you’re now a whining mess with his fingers pumping in and out of your pussy and his thumb circling your clit; his other arm wraps around your neck in a firm yet gentle headlock. Gasping into the muscles of his bicep when he nibbles on one of your ears, voice low and content between the lewd squelching noises your cunt makes as it gobbles up his fingers.

He should keep you like this a little longer….

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Congrats, there’s no way in hell DIEGO will take you seriously with those feline features and the way your face scrunches up in annoyance every time this asshole eyes you down. Every complaint you have to say goes in one ear and slips right past the other; he’s too fascinated with the way yours react anyway, reaching out to try and grab them. Smirking when you all but hiss at him.

“You look so fucking dumb.”

“Speak for yourself, you stupid lizard!”

Over a million possible combinations of the English lexicon, and it’s that one phrase that got him to snap.

You’re pushed onto your back within seconds, clothes torn off and wrists pinned above your head in one clawed hand—since when did he transform?—while Diego’s other one holds your jaws, demanding your undivided attention. His tail slithers up between your legs, rubbing against your soaked pussy and flicking your clit a few times before he thrusts it in, smiling smugly at the loud moan that leaves your lips. The appendage wiggles inside your gummy walls like it has a mind of its own, hitting all the right spots.

Dinosaurs are the pinnacle of power; he'll drill that fact into your head tonight.

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“C’mere, kitty.” HOT PANTS beckons. “Sit on my lap.”

On all fours, you crawl past the dying body of your enemy and sheepishly make your way towards her. Eyes fluttering shut as you climb onto her legs and nuzzle into the crook of her neck, a purr leaves your lips when her fingers massage your scalp, gently tugging on your ears. Your tail curls around her waist, trusting and obedient. 

“Good girl.”

She huffs out a laugh, taking a long drag from her cigarette. You lean against her chest, peering up at your girlfriend curiously. 

"Can I try it too?" 

Hot Pants tilts your chin up. Your lips part, and she blows the smoke directly into your mouth, followed by a hungry, claiming kiss. It's mildly sweet; you taste licorice and plum on the roof of her mouth and the back of her tongue when it rolls slowly against yours. There's a desperate noise, but it comes from neither of you. 

It comes from behind you, actually. The enemy Stand user, the man whose throat burst open from Cream Starter's attack, is now gurgling on the ground like he's choking on every breath that he takes. Under the shimmering moonlight, you see the faint outline of his exposed windpipe where the tube rapidly flutters and contracts, trying to pull the air into his lungs... well, lung. He only has one lung left.

“Should we finish him off?” You ask as Hot Pants strokes along your tail. “He’s just a regular rider.”

“Hmph,” is all she says with her nose buried in your hair. “Sounds like you’re pitying him.”

You giggle at the barely concealed jealousy in her tone, turning around to curl into her chest. Hot Pants relaxes into your touch.

“He got his dirty hands on you. I won’t forgive that.”

She takes another drag. Burning red hot cherry, nearing its end.

“Still, I want to keep this look on you a bit longer. You’re adorable.”

Her fingers return to your ears, scratching them. You purr happily and lean further into her warm body. Seeing as the ember dims, though, you’re quick to give her blouse a tug, eyes big and pleading.  

She smirks, savoring the final drag. “You sure?”

Your ears twitch as you nod, pulling the hair away from your neck.

The first burn on your skin is electrifying. Your body stiffens; you let out a whine, cheeks rosy. Hot Pants holds it there for a long second before moving on to make a second imprint, then a third, a fourth, a fifth, going until the cigarette dies out completely. She throws the stub aside, pulling you down by the collar and smoothing her tongue over the burn marks. The relief is instantaneous… and so is the sensation of your cunt growing wet. 

Desperately, you start humping her thigh. Hot Pants chuckles into the blemishes on your neck, flexing her leg to grind it up against your clothed clit. Her hands are all over you—grabbing your tits, kneading your ass as she lets you chase your pleasure. Smiling as she pulls you flushed against her, fingers combing through your sweat-matted hair.

“Want more, kitty?”

“Meow~”