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Touching yourself and moaning louder than you should because you know he can hear you and it's him that's got you so hot and bothered anyway.

Maybe it's the porn you found hidden deep in fake folders on his laptop that day. Home videos of dads fucking their daughters. Or maybe it's a natural need, something in your biology that makes you want him so bad.

Asking 'innocent' questions, using the excuse of sex ed in school and what you hear boys talking about. "Dad, does mum feel all used up now that she's older?" "Is it really true that younger people are way tighter and does that actually feel better?" "Damn, I bet I'm really tight. I kinda envy which boy I choose to feel that for the first time. I hope it feels good for me too."

You see the struggle in his eyes, watch as he carefully adjusts his body, trying to hide how hard his dick just got at your words.

Eventually he gives in to your questions, telling you that your mum doesn't cut it for him anymore. Saying how gorgeous you are and that he doesn't want any boy to touch you because they don't deserve you.

Your last question, "Do you deserve me, dad?"

It pushes him over the edge. Mum will be gone for hours still. He grabs your body, carrying you up, throwing you on the bed. "I'm sorry kid, I just need this so bad."

(Feel free to write a happy ending, or not 😇)

he learns your tells. you rub your legs together to get that friction when you’re both sitting on the couch. when you prop yourself right on the corner of the table in front of his face. he stares up at you, mouth full of food as you animatedly talk to your mom who’s back is to all of this while you rock your hips back and forth. all of a sudden it’s difficult to swallow.

he’s walking to the bathroom one night when he hears your muffled moans from behind the door. plenty of things are telling him this is wrong, that, as the door knob grows warm from the way his hand is wrapped around it, you could just as easily be done. he could walk away with his dignity, with his sanity still intact.

as if he had any in the first place.

he opens the door to you rubbing yourself furiously, still a novice, not sure how to make yourself feel good. it’s okay, he’ll help. he falls into this role effortlessly, pulling you into his lap and keeping your legs open with his own. making you melt with ease as he plays with your cunt- breathing into your neck as he feels you tense up with your building release.

your mom is brought out and to your room by the sounds of your breathless whines. she watches your dad help you have your very first orgasm. how you twitch is so adorable. you think she hasn’t seen how you tease dad with your ass in the air, back arched in that especially delicious way.

how cute of you to know how to tease but not know how to pleasure yourself. only doing what feels natural to you, hm? she creeps in on her tip toes and comes to rest right in between your legs, taking your lips as dad works your overstimulated clit.

“momma-“ you try to work out as she hums into your mouth, introducing your tongue to hers. her finger traces your wet cunt before slipping inside of you. dad, of course, is still working that bundle of nerves- and together, they run you dry. give you what you want.

The train was full, pockets of cc's tucked in between the gaps. The first day of Twitchcon had just ended, people trickling off one by one to their stops. Pangi and Lukey's group were going to explore the city more, a slight vibration in everyone's bones. Whether from adrenaline or exhaustion, no one really cared to decipher.

Lukey's thigh was pressed against Pangi's, distractedly warm. He was leaning over Pangi's lap to hear Woogie better, shifting closer and closer to his chest. He fought the urge to wrap around Lukey's waist.

Everyone's stop was coming up and Lukey had no plan in moving. He simply smiled, planting his hands in front of Pangi's thighs, animating about whatever he saw at the convention. He had no care and it was driving Pangi mad. He just wanted to hold him. He felt like he was being tested.

"Dude, you two do not need to be that close," Derap groaned. He was behind them, turning in his seat to look at them. He tried swatting Lukey away. "It's actually getting ridiculous now."

"It's not my fault he's so clingy."

Lukey shot upwards, pushing against both of Pangi's thighs. "Hey! Fuck you!"

Laughing, Pangi grabbed his middle, practically dragging Lukey into his lap. "Maybe later."

"That's crazy," slapping his shoulder, Lukey pushed him away, smile gigantic. "You're actually a freak for that."

"You didn't deny-"

"Can you guys shut up, like actually. It's getting annoying," Zam stood up, nudging them until they completely separated. "It's pissing me off."

Laughing, Pangi tugged Lukey off the train with everyone, letting the train station air swirl around before speaking. "Is fucking your boyfriend not allowed anymore?"

Multiple hands started swatting at him. From who? Pangi wasn't sure, it was just motions and yelling that filled his senses. He couldn't stop laughing.

"You're joking."

Struggling to catch his breath, all the air punched out of him, Pangi coughed. "Why is having sex crazy-"

"Pangi," Zam stood in his face, staring dead into his eyes. His was watering, but he could tell how serious Zam was being. "Are you and Lukey actually dating?"

His blood ran cold.

Blinking at her, he struggled to not look around, not look for a distraction, for Lukey. "Uhhh," his heart felt like it was stabbing itself to death.

Zam had an intense emotion to her. It wasn't threatening, but it wasn't comforting either. He gulped, the desperate urge to yell for Lukey's help burning his throat. He doesn't know what he's done, and he's beyond terrified of the outcome.

"We are."

Lukey's voice was stable, or as stable as the average person could hear. Pangi could hear the slight shake, the minute pitch change at the end. He was talking beside his ear, his body heat leaking onto him. He might be imagining it.

"Oh my god," someone muttered, before laughing. "Oh my god!"

Pangi's heart was painfully beating. It felt like he was choking with how fast it went, his brain screaming for any comfort. He wanted to run. He didn't have the subtlety to bite his nails, to hold his boyfriend's hand, to run.

He barely recognized people congratulating them. He barely even noticed being hugged until a familiar form pressed against his side. Lukey held his shoulders, pulling his body closer, squeezing his neck to his face. He was saying something, but Pangi couldn't stop the ringing in his ears.

Lukey pulled him away to a quieter part of the station. He's not sure where everyone was, or how long they'd been gone, but Lukey was just... holding him. It was a simple hug, nothing grand, no giant display of affection, but it meant so much to Pangi.

"It's okay, my love," he whispered, holding him tighter. "I know it wasn't intentional."

Pangi blinked, swallowing down his guilt. "I wasn't thinking-"

"And now I'm thinking for you. You're fine," Lukey held his face in his hands. "And no one is mad at you," he pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "And you're worth every good thing."

Laughing, Pangi shook his head, careful to not disturb Lukey's hands too much. "I wasn't even self deprecating, man."

"Now you definitely can't," Lukey kissed him for longer, softly, sweetly. He was trying to show as much affection as he could without it being obnoxious PDA. "I'm not dating a loser."

its mahjong world.....

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Giving Battat my pain

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