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The moment Amotti pushed open Katsumi’s hotel room door at 7:55 pm, his dazzling smile froze on his face. On the bed, an unmarked, black box lay, an array of sleek, unfamiliar devices neatly arranged in it. Some coiled like snakes, others smooth and curved like abstract sculptures. He recognized a few, vaguely, from whispered locker room jokes about Japan’s other exports. His pulse jumped.
“You- this is- 저 상자 안에는 뭐가 들어있나요?” He gestured wildly, Korean tumbling out too fast. "What is in that box?"
He took the rod, fingers clumsy. The moment it touched his skin, a current shot through him, sharp and electric. His knees buckled. "아 씨발!" “Ah! Fuck!" He caught himself against the dresser, panting. Katsumi’s lips curved, just slightly. “Not confident now? これは予想していました。” "I expected this." he murmured in Japanese, stepping closer as he turned the device off. His breath ghosted over Amotti’s ear.
“Still think you will win?”
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“Rules are simple. Whoever makes the lover finish more wins the advantage.”
Justin cracked his knuckles again, grinning crookedly. Rugby had taught him two things: how to take hits and how to deliver them. He palmed himself through his shorts, gauging his own readiness. He was half-hard already, adrenaline and the musk of competition thickening his blood. His eyes darted to Katsumi, still by the window, fingers now gripping the sill.
Amotti stripped off his sweatpants without ceremony, his briefs straining against the solid curve of his thighs. He flexed his calves, imagining the snap of his hips at the finish line. His gaze flicked to Ochir, who was rolling his neck slowly, eyes half-lidded in thought. The acrobat’s fingers traced invisible patterns in the air, as if he was planning choreography. Amotti’s stomach tightened. Ochir wasn’t just planning to perform; he was planning to devour.
"Stand by."
yeah guys its four dudes fighting to be the one to make one random guy come. don't laugh, this idea came from hate sex and fuck or die (except that no one's dying.)
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Lance scowled, and pressed a button. "I was *trying* to be nice on my birthday, because frowning when you're older is harder to reverse-" His voice trailed off, as Keith's red jacket and black clothes seemed to pixelate and dissolve into something else. Keith narrowed his eyes, trying to maintain his dignity as his clothes appeared to morph into a maid dress.
"Happy?" He hissed, unable to keep the venom out of his voice, as the familiar panic and anger rose in him, clawing to defend himself.
Lance stared at him, agape. "Wh.." He managed, eyes flicking to every part of the outfit in pure shock. "How did Pidge even.."
Pidge is an agent of chaos and wants these two to just get together. What's Voltron fanfiction without fanservicey devices or alien substances?
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The robot reacted to her thoughts, swinging its arms over one another to force Brett into another position. Now, he faced Reagan while leaning back, his legs wide open in front of her. His arms were held behind his back as he let out loud gasps and moans. This view left nothing to the imagination, his chest heaving and back arching as he tried to hide his eyes rolling back.
His mouth hung slack as he keened, lips bitten and glossy with saliva. Unable to hide his reactions any longer, he hung his head, burning with shame as his cock twitched against his lean stomach, leaking precum. His eyes were teary, his perfectly styled hair now messed-up. The sight sent a shot of warmth between her thighs.
Poor Brett. Harsh machine sex then a sweet ending.
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Waterparks at Warped Tour Atlanta 2018 by spearjpmf
Fandoms: Waterparks (Band), Real Person Fiction
21 May 2022
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“You did so well, Awsten. And what do good boys get?” You smooth his hair down, wiping his face as he looks up at you, desperate to please. You hoist his legs up as you push him against the wall, grinding down on his hardness. His breath catches in his throat, and he whimpers at the simulation. Panting, he wraps his arms around your shoulders to keep from falling, and he rests his head in the crook of your neck.
“R-rewards?” He forces out through a groan, his eyes closed.
“That’s right.”
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This takes place after the show at Warped Tour 2018 Atlanta, reader is gender-neutrally referred to, but has a dick for some reason. If you like gratuitous descriptions of Awsten getting destroyed, you'll like this.