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Blossom Reverse (Yandere Batfamily x Neglected! Poison Ivy's Daughter! Reader)

Chapter 5

A/N: oki here we get to know more about my boy Tim!! and quite a lot about Y/N's emotions. I'm going to start writing for other fandoms soon too!! and are any of you fellow lactose intolerant people and get the feeling when you consume too much dairy (ice cream in my case) and now you're regretting all of your life choices...

btw I tried to add everyone from my taglist post on the taglist, if you‘re still not on it then text me privately:)

There was too much to figure out.

And too little time.

YN sat on the floor of her room, knees tucked to her chest, her back pressed to the side of her bed. The faint hum of her phone charging on the desk, the scent of dying lavender in the corner, and the emptiness of the room made it feel like she was caged in glass.

Seven days.

That’s all she had.

One week before the landlord gave the apartment to someone else.

One week to fake a signature.

One week to secure enough money to hold the place.

One week to find freedom.

Or at least— survival.

⸻

Her heart was pounding in that quiet, pulsing way that made everything feel wrong. Her fingers wouldn’t stop picking at the threads of her sleeves. Her thoughts looped in circles.

She’d never done anything like this.

She didn’t lie.

She didn’t forge.

She got straight As. Smiled at teachers. Shared her notes. Brought cookies to class on test days.

She wasn’t supposed to know how to survive alone.

But she didn’t have a choice now.

Not after she knows what her fate will be in the future. Not after her brother‘s weird behavior and how she does not want to get even more hurt by them once again.

Her phone buzzed with a low battery warning. She glanced at it, then reached for the notebook on her desk. The one she used to plan out real things—school schedules, homework lists.

Now she flipped to a blank page.

And started writing:

✦ Money

• trust fund balance: ❌ (can’t touch it, Bruce sees it)

• Cash on hand: ~$400

• Part-time jobs? No ID

• Fake bank account?

✦ Signature

• Needs to look like a Italian parent

• Has to pass legally

• Needs someone good. Discreet. No questions.

She stared at the words for a long time.

Then, almost against her better judgment, she wrote down what she’d been avoiding:

One week or I lose the place.

Her stomach twisted.

But then—

A spark.

A memory.

She’d overheard some classmates once. Talking in the hallway. About a guy at school who could “fix grades,” “clear detentions,” even “make permission slips appear.”

Not a real criminal.

But the type of person who existed in the gray space.

She didn’t know his name.

But someone would.

_____

The next day, she was sitting with her school friends at the launch table. 

The courtyard buzzed with spring breeze and quiet laughter. YN’s friend group was circled under the trees as usual, books and bento boxes spread around them.

She smiled. Laughed. Ate half a sandwich.

And then, when the conversation shifted to something else—she leaned a little closer to the girl beside her.

“Hey,” she said softly. “Can I ask you something… a little weird?”

The girl blinked. “Sure?”

“I, um…” Y/N played with her straw. “I kind of need someone who can fake a signature. Just once. For something small.”

Immediately, three heads turned toward her.

“What?”

“You?”

“Why?!”

YN let out a soft, nervous laugh and waved her hands.

“No, no—it’s nothing bad, I swear. I just—my dad’s been super busy and stressed lately, and I didn’t want to bother him for something this small. But I need this form signed or I can’t submit my entry for a scholarship program. It’s silly.”

Her voice was light. Sweet. Convincing.

It always was.

They believed her.

Of course they did.

YN Wayne didn’t lie.

Didn’t cheat.

Didn’t need to fake anything.

⸻

One of the girls bit her lip. “I mean… there is someone.”

“Who?”

The group exchanged looks.

“He’s kind of… off-limits,” one of them whispered. “Not in a scary way, just… he’s not exactly PTA-approved.”

“People go to him when they want things handled,” another said.

“Things they don’t want teachers—or parents—to know.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Handled how?”

“Fake IDs. Signature work. Lab grade bumps. Stuff like that.”

She tried not to flinch.

“Do you know his name?”

A pause.

Then one of them finally leaned in and said it.

“His name’s Silas.”

She found him exactly where her friend said he’d be.

Back wall of the school, behind the arts building, where the vines were dry and the shadows hid the rusted fences. A place students weren’t supposed to linger—let alone the sweetheart of Gotham Academy.

He was sitting on a low concrete ledge, knees wide, blazer unbuttoned, a black pen flipping rhythmically between his fingers. The faint scent of cologne, cigarettes, and old ink hung in the air. He was an average tall teenage boy with dirty blonde hair and sharp facial features. His brown eyes showed a maturity above his age.

She stopped just short of the wall.

He looked up.

And blinked.

“…Huh.”

His voice wasn’t surprised exactly. Just curious. Dry. Like the universe had just dropped a snowflake into his cigarette ash.

“Didn’t expect to see you here, Princess.”

Y/N clasped her hands in front of her.

Her uniform was perfect. White shirt tucked, skirt neat, hair braided into soft waves over her shoulder. Stockings uncreased. Shoes polished.

She looked like she belonged in a floral ad campaign, not standing in shadows near someone like him.

“I need a favor,” she said.

Silas raised an eyebrow. “And here I thought you were gonna report me for existing too close to the east wing.”

“I won’t ask questions,” she said calmly, “if you don’t.”

He leaned back on his palms.

“Now this,” he said, eyeing her with quiet amusement, “this is interesting.”

YN reached into her bag and pulled out the folded application form.

“I need a signature,” she said softly. “A parent one. For someone named Lucia Forenzi. Can you do it?”

Silas took the paper, flipping it once in his hand.

“Lucia Forenzi,” he repeated, smirking. “Let me guess. Italian ballet prodigy studying abroad?”

Something twisted in her throat.

She didn’t answer.

Just looked at him, wide-eyed and pleading.

He studied her.

She wasn’t shaking.

But her eyes were too still.

Too trained.

Too controlled.

It was the kind of look people had when they were lying about something they were terrified of anyone finding out.

“Right,” he muttered, sitting up straighter and pulling a different pen from his inner pocket. “No questions.”

He clicked the cap.

“Still gotta charge you, sweetheart.”

“Of course,” she said quietly. “How much?”

He looked her over, calculated something she wouldn’t understand.

“Sixty-five.”

Her brows lifted for a breath—but then she nodded, already reaching into her bag.

No hesitation.

No negotiation.

Definitely hiding something.

She passed him the cash folded neatly in an envelope.

“Neat,” he muttered, sliding it into his jacket. “Didn’t even crumple it.”

He bent over the paper and began working the signature with practiced, deliberate strokes—flourishes, pressure points, the little inconsistencies that made fakes real. He was good. Too good.

She watched silently.

When he finished, he blew lightly on the ink and handed the form back to her.

YN took it carefully. Slipped it into the protective folder in her bag.

Silas leaned back again, like the job meant nothing.

“You’re not built for this, you know,” he said lazily.

Her gaze flicked to him. “For what?”

“Lying.” He smirked. “You twitch every time you breathe wrong.”

She looked away. “I’m not lying.”

“Sure.”

She hesitated—then, voice lower:

“Do you know how to make money?”

He tilted his head.

“I mean… quickly,” she added. “A lot. Like… maybe a few thousand.”

That got his full attention.

His brows lifted.

Silas straightened slowly, eyes scanning her again, this time truly seeing the stress behind her face.

“You asking for you?” he asked.

She nodded.

Barely.

Silas looked at her longer than he should have.

Her question—so quiet, so sincere—echoed oddly in the air between them.

A few thousand dollars. Quickly.

Not pocket change. Not school lunch money.

Real money.

And from her.

He should’ve shrugged it off.

Should’ve handed her a few names, offered her options—favors-for-cash setups, under-the-table digital work, hush-hush favors for the rich kids who liked to get dirt without getting dirty.

He knew all those doors.

But he didn’t say a word about any of them.

Because she wasn’t the type of girl who knocked on those doors.

And he’d seen enough people walk through them and never come back out right.

⸻

“Why do you even need cash?” he asked, tapping the edge of the concrete beside him. “You’re Bruce Wayne’s daughter, aren’t you?”

Her eyes darted away.

She didn’t answer.

Didn’t lie.

But the silence stretched.

Her shoulders were stiff. Her eyes fixed on the sidewalk. Her cheeks flushed pink—not the pretty kind, the embarrassed kind. Ashamed.

And in that moment, Silas actually pitied her.

Because she really didn’t belong here.

Not in his part of Gotham.

He watched her for another second, then exhaled slowly.

“You don’t want to do what it takes to make that kind of money,” he said flatly. “Trust me.”

She looked up at him again, startled.

“You’re not like the others who come to me,” he added. “They already made peace with the kind of things they’re willing to do. You? You’d cry if you saw how fast that road burns.”

Y/N’s mouth parted.

But she didn’t speak.

She just listened.

Silas reached back, adjusting the chain around his neck, then muttered, “I’m not gonna say anything about this. Don’t worry. But don’t come back here asking about that again.”

She blinked fast.

Then nodded.

And smiled—gently, sweetly, the kind of smile that shouldn’t belong on someone trying to break the law.

“Thank you,” she said softly. “Really. And… I hope you find your way, too. I think you could.”

Silas didn’t respond right away.

But he watched her walk away.

Watched her braid swaying behind her, her shoes clicking too neatly on cracked pavement.

She didn’t look back.

Unbeknownst to her, three boys down the alley had been watching.

One of them stepped forward the moment she was gone.

“Yo, that was her, right? The Wayne girl?”

"Did she just pay you for something?”

“What’d she want?”

Silas didn’t flinch.

Didn’t look up.

Didn’t answer.

He just lit a half-burnt cigarette and said flatly:

“She wanted nothing.”

______

The building still smelled like old cigarette smoke and forgotten furniture polish.

The same chipped door. Same crooked number on the outside.

Same old man behind the cluttered desk, now flipping through paperwork and scratching his balding head with a tired sigh.

When she stepped in, he barely glanced up.

Until he did.

And blinked.

“Oh. You again.”

She nodded. “I brought the signature.”

She walked across the dusty floor, careful not to make her footsteps too loud, and handed him the form tucked in its sleeve.

The man squinted at it, pulled on his reading glasses, and grumbled under his breath as he scanned it.

“Lucia Forenzi… yeah, this’ll work.” He leaned back, letting the form rest on top of a stack. “Now we just gotta finalize the rest once you get your deposit together.”

YN hesitated.

She folded her hands together. “Do you think I could ask… for one more week? For the deposit, I mean?”

He eyed her.

She wasn’t trembling. But her voice was gentle. Careful. Like she’d been rehearsing it in her head for hours.

He sighed again.

“Kid… I usually don’t let stuff slide like this.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I just—my ID is still stuck in customs back in Milan. And my bank account—American one—isn’t ready yet. I’m trying to… get something together.”

He stared at her.

Young face. Braided hair. Nervous posture. Accent just strong enough to carry the lie.

If she’d been anyone else—he’d have told her to get lost.

But she looked like a girl completely alone.

And despite the fact that he spent half his pension at poker tables and owed a guy named Ray twenty bucks from last month’s betting pool…

He had a daughter once.

Long ago.

She never looked this scared.

“One more week,” he said finally. “That’s it. No more games.”

She smiled—grateful, glowing, almost guilty.

“Thank you. Really.”

He cleared his throat. “You said you don’t have cash yet, right?”

She nodded. “I… I was actually thinking of trying to get a job.”

“A job?” He barked a short laugh. “You got papers for that?”

“No,” she admitted, softly. “But I’m good with plants.”

He squinted again.

“Plants?”

“I grew up around a lot of gardens. I know how to take care of things. Keep them alive.”

He looked around his office.

Half-dead potted thing in the corner. Wilting ivy on the window ledge.

“Tell you what,” he muttered. “The building’s got some rooftop planters the old tenants abandoned. Overgrown with weeds now. You clean ’em out, replant something nice, keep it alive? I’ll knock a bit off your deposit. Even give you a little cash if you do a good job.”

YN’s eyes lit up.

“You’d let me?”

He waved a hand. “Not gonna stop someone from doing free labor. Especially if it means I don’t gotta call some overpriced nursery.”

She smiled—real this time.

And for a moment, she didn’t feel like she was running.

Just planting something new.

“Thank you,” she said again, shouldering her bag. “I’ll come back after school tomorrow. If that’s okay?”

“Door’ll be open.”

She nodded once.

Turned.

And left.

The air outside smelled like pavement and car exhaust and early spring.

She took the bus home.

One hand on her bag.

One hand curled quietly in her coat pocket.

___

Tim

The hum of cooling fans filled his room.

Screens glowed softly around him—multiple tabs open, city feeds on low volume, encrypted Wayne Enterprises backend files half-scrolled through. He didn’t really need to be there. Most of his work for the day had been finished hours ago.

But he was restless. Edgy.

Something was gnawing at the edge of his mind.

He didn’t know what.

That’s when he saw it.

An unlabeled USB left near the base of one of the older servers—something Alfred had probably pulled from the manor archives or the mainframe logs.

Tim plugged it in without much thought.

Inside: dozens of folders. Video files. Unmarked. Untouched.

Most were labeled by year.

He opened one at random.

Then stared.

The footage was grainy but clear.

A school auditorium.

A handmade banner above the stage: Gotham Academy Winter Performance.

Kids lined up in stiff uniforms and glittery costumes.

And there—center left, third row—YN.

Maybe six. Seven.

Singing. Slightly off-pitch, swaying back and forth like she’d practiced a hundred times.

In the bottom corner of the footage, he could hear the applause.

Not much of it.

Definitely no one from the family.

Tim frowned.

Why hadn’t he seen this before?

He clicked through another.

Grade 4 Science Fair. YN Wayne.

Her booth was filled with little potted flowers and soil diagrams. He saw her holding a laminated sheet, explaining something with shy excitement to a panel of judges.

And again—no one from their family there.

Not even Alfred.

⸻

Tim leaned back slowly.

And something in his chest twisted.

He hadn’t seen her in weeks—months even.

Not really.

She’d always just… been there.

Quiet. Predictable. Not part of the mission. Not part of the crime board, or the investigations, or the emergency Gotham alerts.

Just soft footsteps in the hallway. Soft baking smells from the kitchen.

A small knock on his door, back when she used to knock.

He remembered when he first arrived.

Jason had just died. Bruce was… hollowed out.

And Tim, desperate for validation, had stepped into Robin’s boots with too much weight and not enough air.

She was small back then. Four? Maybe five.

Always trailing behind Alfred with wide green eyes. Always hugging something—blanket, plush rabbit, her own braid.

She’d tried to talk to him.

At first, it was just questions.

“Do you know how to make things explode without hurting the garden?”

“Why do your hands always have ink on them?”

“Do you like stories about space?”

Tim had nodded politely. Answered once or twice.

But Bruce needed him.

Dick kept him moving.

There wasn’t time.

And when she tried harder—when she came into his workshop with sticky notes and clumsily drawn circuit boards, when she made him a chess board with mismatched floral pieces to match the ones in the cave—

He’d smiled.

“Thanks. Maybe later.”

Then closed the door.

Later, he said something to Dick.

He didn’t even remember what sparked it.

Just a comment about how she was “always hanging around,” how she was “cute, but a distraction.”

“She’s kind of a liability,” he’d said.

And behind him—

She had been standing in the doorway.

Chessboard in hand.

⸻

Y/N

She hadn’t cried.

Not then.

Just smiled and nodded and said it was okay.

But she never brought him another project again.

She still helped him, sometimes, when she thought he wouldn’t notice. Repaired a snapped wire. Left tea near his monitor. Cleaned up wires on the floor.

But she stopped knocking.

Stopped asking.

Stopped trying.

Because what was the point?

He didn’t want her.

None of them did.

⸻

Tim

Tim sat still, staring at the paused frame.

Her tiny hands. Her proud smile.

And not a single member of the family had shown up.

Not even once.

His gut twisted.

How had he missed her?

How had they all missed her?

He opened another folder.

And another.

And another.

And slowly, it stopped feeling like research.

And started feeling like regret.

He searched her full name on instinct.

He wasn’t expecting much—maybe a locked account, maybe nothing at all. 

But it popped up right away. She was not that secretive or paranoid to even have a private account. Not that that would have stopped him.

@y/n.wayne_loves_poppies

Gotham Academy | Greenheart Club 🌿 | 🧁 Sometimes I bake, sometimes I bloom 💚

Her profile picture was soft. Smiling. Just slightly blurred in that way that made it feel unfiltered, uncalculated.

It hit him harder than it should’ve.

She looked… older. Not by much. Just enough to make his stomach twist.

He hadn’t even known what her current face looked like.

She still had the same eyes. Same gentle expression.

Same softness. Same adorable delicateness. 

He opened her highlights.

“Flowers” was the first one.

Clips of blooming vines, petals unfolding in slow motion. Her fingers gently touching the edge of a stem.

“Baking” came next. A video of cupcakes she made for a class birthday. Another of heart-shaped sugar cookies dusted in gold powder. Kids laughing in the background. Her voice behind the camera, barely heard.

She’d tagged her friends. Liked their comments. Replied with hearts.

There were no comments from any of them.

None of her family.

Not one from him.

Tim swallowed.

He scrolled down to her posts. The oldest one still up was from two years ago. Her sitting in the greenhouse. A short caption:

“🌸 Sometimes things only grow when they’re ignored.”

He hadn’t seen it.

Didn’t even know she had an Instagram.

He clicked through dozens of pictures.

Birthday cupcakes she made herself.

Class awards she never mentioned.

Photos at the museum—her smiling with two friends in front of a lunar exhibit.

She liked astronomy.

He hadn’t known that.

She liked baking.

She liked poppies.

She watched weird indie romance films with sad endings.

He hadn’t known any of it.

Tim leaned back in his chair.

His throat was tight.

His chest was quiet—but hollow.

He had missed everything.

She had been right there.

For years.

And he’d let her walk past him like she was just background noise.

But not anymore.

He reached forward slowly. Hands steady. Mind turning.

I’ll fix it.

He could ask her to play chess.

Tell her about his newest case.

Ask her about her favorite constellations.

Share her posts. Leave comments. Make her feel like she mattered.

Like she existed.

It wouldn’t happen all at once. She wouldn’t trust him yet.

But that was okay.

He had time.

He’d be different now.

He’d be better.

        He’d be her brother. 

_____________

Y/N

The familiar scent of lemon polish and old books greeted her as she stepped through the manor’s doors.

Alfred was in the hallway, arranging a vase of cut lilies—probably delivered by a vendor she’d never met, for a dinner party she’d never be invited to.

He turned when he heard her.

“Miss YN,” he said, surprised. “You’re home early.”

She gave him her usual small, polite smile. “I didn’t feel well. Just a stomach ache.”

He didn’t respond right away. His eyes stayed on her face longer than usual.

Searching.

Reading.

He’d always been the only one who looked.

But even now, his gaze held something else—worry.

She shifted under it.

He finally nodded.

“I’ll bring you some tea. Chamomile?”

She nodded quickly. “That would be perfect, Alfred. Thank you.”

⸻

She walked up the stairs without another word.

Every step felt heavier.

Her bag weighed more now—holding the fake signature, the crumpled plan, the reality of how little time she had left before she needed to vanish.

When she stepped into her room, she took a moment.

Let the door close behind her.

Then just stood there.

It used to be pink.

Green lace trim.

Fairy lights.

Stuffed animals in the corner.

After she came back—after she knew what was coming—it all went away.

She changed the curtains to gray. Folded the soft blankets into storage boxes. Swapped her old bedspread for something plain, something neutral.

Something invisible.

Because that’s what they wanted from her, wasn’t it?

Not sweetness.

Not softness.

Not the girl who drew them family portraits and wrote their names in glitter pens.

They wanted quiet.

So she became quiet.

She sat at her desk and slowly unpacked her notebook.

To-do lists. Rent deadlines. Sketches of job plans. A fake identity plan she knew would fall apart in front of any real system—but she had to try anyway.

She stared at it blankly, trying to remember which lie came next.

And that’s when the knock came.

It was soft.

Two short taps.

She blinked.

“Alfred?” she called, gently.

She opened the door—

And stopped.

Her fingers froze around the knob.

Because it wasn’t Alfred.

It was Tim.

⸻

He stood in the hallway, backlit by the glow of the antique sconces, hands shoved into his pockets like he didn’t know what to do with them.

His hair was slightly messy—like he’d run his fingers through it too many times. His posture unsure. His eyes… searching.

And behind all that awkwardness—there was a smile.

Forced.

“Hey,” he said, voice quiet. “Didn’t know you were home early.”

She stared at him.

He was tall. Way taller now. Broader than she remembered. Dressed in one of his clean-casual post-Enterprise outfits, too neat to be an accident.

And she felt tiny.

Small. Frail.

Forgettable.

Her doe eyes flicked up to meet his for a second.

Then away.

She stiffened without meaning to.

Her voice came out softer than she intended.

“…Hi.”

Tim’s gaze drifted over her head, into her room, and lingered.

His brows pulled together slightly.

He wasn’t trying to be obvious, but he couldn’t help it.

The room was… muted.

Clean, neat, and stripped bare of her.

No soft colors. No floral bedspread. No paper flowers, no paintings on the walls. The only thing alive was the half-drained diffuser on her desk and a dying succulent on the windowsill.

It didn’t match what he’d seen online.

Not the photos. Not the tone of her captions. Not the girl who made cupcakes in cat-shaped molds and cut strawberries into hearts for her friends.

The Y/N on Instagram smiled in pink and baked things for people who didn’t deserve it.

This one?

This one was standing in a doorway, blinking up at him like he was a ghost.

Tim pulled his eyes back to her and offered a slightly nervous smile.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to surprise you.”

She didn’t say anything.

He scratched the back of his neck and stepped back, giving her space.

“I, uh… I realized I hadn’t talked to you in a while. Just wanted to check in.”

Still no response.

So he tried again.

“School going okay?”

Her fingers curled slightly around the doorframe.

She gave a small nod. “Yeah.”

A beat of silence.

He tried not to fidget.

“And… you’re feeling alright? I heard you left school early today.”

Her eyes widened—just for a second. A flash of instinctive fear.

Then she quickly covered it with a half-smile. “Just a headache. I’m okay now.”

But her voice was tight. Careful.

Like she wasn’t sure what game he was playing.

Tim could feel the wall between them.

He hated it.

But he also knew he’d helped build it.

He cleared his throat.

“Cool. That’s good. Uh… I was thinking maybe sometime—if you want—we could play chess again? I still have that old board. The one you made when you were little.”

He smiled at the memory.

She didn’t.

Her lips parted slightly.

Her eyes dropped.

And then—quiet, confused, almost painful:

“…Why are you here?”

Not angry.

Just… asking.

Like it didn’t make sense to her that he’d show up at all.

Because it didn’t.

Not in her first life.

Not in the years where she had knocked on his door a hundred times and only ever heard “I’m busy.”

Tim blinked.

And for the first time, his smile dropped entirely.

He looked at her.

Really looked at her.

And all the data in the world couldn’t tell him why the question hurt so much more than he thought it would.

Tim’s awkward smile didn’t quite match his eyes.

“Yeah,” he said, shrugging, scratching the back of his neck. “I just—y’know. Miss my baby sister, I guess.”

It didn’t sound right in her ears.

Not with the years of silence still echoing in her memory.

Not when she remembered standing outside his door for hours, holding something she’d made for him—only to be brushed off again and again.

But now he was here. Smiling.

Like it hadn’t all happened.

Like none of it mattered.

He stood for a second longer, maybe expecting her to say something.

She didn’t.

So he nodded toward her desk. “Need help with schoolwork?”

“No, thank you,” she said quickly. “It’s… a group project. I have to call Maya soon.”

That name again. The lie she’d built to protect her escape.

Tim nodded. “Got it. Well… I’ll let you get back to it then.”

She gave a small nod. “Okay.”

He hesitated.

Like he wanted to say something else.

Then didn’t.

He stepped back and left.

She closed the door behind him slowly.

Then locked it.

And exhaled.

⸻

The light outside was dimming into gold.

She sat cross-legged on her floor, her notebook open, sketches of furniture and ornaments she’d seen lying unused around the mansion: antique vases, decorative trays, crystal bookends—small enough to pack into a backpack, valuable enough to sell at any downtown collector’s shop.

She hated it.

She hated the idea of stealing.

But this wasn’t theft—it was a last resort.

And she was careful.

Nothing from the family’s main rooms.

Nothing with names etched into them.

Nothing anyone would miss.

They already forgot her birthday every year.

Already forgot her when she left the table.

This wasn’t new. They were good at not missing lost things.

In the back of her notebook, she was already drafting the lie she’d tell her friends:

Mom is an Italian businesswoman. Wants me back home to get more familiar with my roots.

No forwarding address. Just a long goodbye.

Her fingers trembled a little as she wrote.

But her voice in her head was calm.

You can do this. Just make it through one more week.

That’s when the knock came.

Sharp. Heavy.

Not gentle like Alfred.

Not hesitant like Tim.

Her heart froze.

She scrambled, grabbing her notebook, papers, burner phone, shoving them under the blanket and pulling it flat with both hands.

She stood up, forcing her face into something neutral—her eyes wide, breath tight.

And then she opened the door.

He stood there like a statue.

Tall. Broad. Impossibly built.

Bruce Wayne.

Her father.

Dark suit, no tie. Shirt collar open. Shoulders squared, posture perfectly relaxed—yet utterly intimidating. Shadowed jaw, sharp cheekbones, tired, steely eyes. His presence filled the doorway like a wall.

And her body forgot how to breathe.

He had never stood there before.

Not since she was three years old and Alfred had shown her the room.

Never once.

And now?

Now he looked at her like he was searching for something he’d misplaced.

She stared up at him.

Small. Still. Shaking without showing it.

Bruce

It had been a week since Alfred brought it up.

A full week since that quiet, direct conversation—the kind Alfred rarely initiated unless he knew something was slipping too far.

“She’s asked for money, Master Bruce. Not out of greed. Out of fear.”

Bruce had nodded, said he’d look into it.

And then he hadn’t.

Not because he didn’t care.

But because some part of him had locked the thought away. Too proud to admit what it really meant.

Too afraid to admit that somewhere along the way—he’d forgotten her face.

Until now.

He walked through the upper hallway slowly, unfamiliar with this wing despite technically owning it. The shadows here were deeper. The air, stiller. This part of the manor was quiet in a way none of the other children’s corridors were.

And when he reached the end of the hall and saw her name—engraved gently on the door, the paint fading—his chest clenched.

Why was she this far away?

From everyone?

From him?

He made a decision right then.

She’d be moved.

Her room was too far.

Too far from him.

That would change.

He lifted a hand and knocked twice.

Sharp. Measured.

And the door opened.

⸻

Y/N

She looked up at him, and the breath stalled in his lungs.

She was…

Still small.

Still delicate.

Still had those wide, soft doe eyes he remembered vaguely from the time Alfred had first placed her in his arms. Her hair a little longer now. Her expression tighter. Guarded.

But the girl who had once followed him with awe and silent hopes was standing there, now looking at him like—

She didn’t know who he was.

Or maybe, like she remembered too well.

⸻

Bruce

Bruce’s voice didn’t crack, but it softened more than he expected.

“…Hi, little leaf.”

It was a name he’d never said before.

A nickname he’d never used.

Not even when she was a toddler.

But it came to him then—natural, instinctive, like something that had always waited behind his tongue.

“Little leaf.”

Because she was so small.

So quiet.

So easy to miss in the wind.

He glanced over her head with ease—she didn’t even came past his chest.

His eyes swept her room.

Muted.

Cold.

Devoid of life.

Nothing on the walls. No bright colors. No scattered crafts. No signs of who she was—just a blanket on the bed covering something, maybe books.

It looked less like a home.

More like a holding space.

Something in him twisted sharply.

⸻

Y/N

What. The. Hell.

Her thoughts were loud.

Exploding behind her face as she tried to keep her features neutral.

First Dick and Damian

Then Tim.

Now him.

Bruce Wayne.

Her father—in name and blood only—who hadn’t stepped into her room since she was two years old.

He looked… the same. Towering. Dark. Dressed in one of his half-armored casuals, broad enough to block the entire hallway behind him.

His voice had been low. Calm.

Little leaf.

She nearly recoiled.

He’d never called her anything before. No pet names. No warm nicknames. He barely called her by her name at all.

So why now?

She stared up at him, stunned, her hand still gripping the doorframe. Her pulse thundered in her ears.

Her thoughts twisted violently in her head.

Why is he here? Why is he suddenly pretending like I exist? What is wrong with them?

Is this some game?

Is this part of whatever’s going on with Tim and Dick? Did something happen?

Did someone tell them to prank me now?

Her fingers curled tighter.

She wanted to scream.

To ask what the hell do you want?

But she couldn’t.

Because he was Bruce Wayne.

Because she was YN Wayne.

Because her entire plan depended on no one noticing her.

And now—suddenly—everyone was.

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paris - june 5 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 472

“He won’t stop,” Regulus mumbled to Dorcas over the phone, grimacing at the whininess of his own tone. “No matter how many times I say no, Potter keeps asking me out.”

“I don’t get it, Reg. Why d’you keep saying no if you like him?” Dorcas replied.

“Because it’s a joke,” he said frustratedly. “He’s being a prick and I know it. One of the pranks he and Sirius like to pull. It’s not real, Cas, and he needs to stop! He doesn’t get how much it…” he trailed off, the pain stopping his words.

There was sigh from the other end of the phone. “Then you need to be firm with him. He probably thinks he’s playing a game. He’s not a bad guy, Reg, just tell him he’s making you uncomfortable and to back off.”

Regulus sighed this time, a dull pain stabbing his stomach. Did he actually want James to leave him alone for good?

“Unless you want to call his bluff somehow,” Dorcas laughed, clearly joking.

But he perked up. “Wait. How?”

“I wasn’t being…” she took a deep breath and seemed to decide it wasn’t worth it. “I dunno, I mean, say yes but set impossibly high standards for the date. If he laughs and thinks you’re joking too, it was a prank. If he tries, it’s real. But Reg, I was just jokin—”

“That’s perfect. I’ll do that.” He hung up before Dorcas could say another word.

-

The next time James sauntered up to him, all big grins and mind-melting gazes, Regulus held firm. His heart only raced a little bit.

“Hey, Reg,” James said softly, eyes sparkling. “Go out with me now?”

“Yes.”

“That’s okay. I’ll keep—” James started in on accepting the rejection before he even heard the acceptance. As soon as he processed the word, his eyes bulged. “Wait. Yes?” he gasped, beaming.

“Yes,” Regulus repeated, nodding, but he didn’t smile. “But. I want to go to Paris.”

The other man’s face was unreadable. Perfect.

“Take me to a nice restaurant in Paris, Potter, and I’ll go out with you,” Regulus said, then turned and walked away before James could say a thing.

–

He had to admit, he was sad when he didn’t hear from James over the next few hours. Clearly, it had been a joke to him. Not that Regulus was surprised, but still, it hurt in a way even he wasn’t expecting. Fuck Potter and his stupid smile and his–

Ding!

Jolted from his brooding, Regulus looked to his phone to see a message from none other than the boy he was lamenting about. Heart hammering, he opened it to see a screenshot of…”What the fuck?” he mumbled…two tickets to Paris the very next day.

James: pick you up at eight, love

In that moment, Regulus swore he melted.

[cherrygirlfriend]

── SHARING HOODIES ♡

♡ pairing: nerd!rafe x pervert!reader

♡ summary: rafe comes to get you from a party.

♡ warnings / tags: fluff! somewhat nsfw, nudity, annoying m*n.

♡ author's note: inspired by @tinythebunni ‘s request for a reader who wears something skimpy and needs to borrow rafe’s clothes. i hope you like this!! <3 check this if you want to see what she’d wear to a party!

PERV MASTERLIST ♡ RAFE MASTERLIST

"aw, come on rafe!" elijah's voice groaned in rafe's headset, "you suck ass tonight, man. what's the problem?" rafe rolled his eyes as he queued his group for another game, "it's cause his little girlfriend isn't there to support him under the desk." josh snickered.

"shut the hell up, josh." rafe spoke with slight irritation, "at least i have a girlfriend. your longest relationship has been with your right hand." "that's where you're wrong, buddy. i'm a leftie."

they soon started a new game, but when they were halfway through the second round, rafe saw his phone screen start to flash on his desk with an incoming call, the screen displaying your name and a heart after it. rafe was quick to mute his mic and place his headset onto the desk, pressing the green button and putting you on speakerphone as he continued playing. "everything alright?"

"hiiii pumpkin pieeee!" you giggled on the phone, music blasting in the background along with the chatter of other people. rafe chuckled softly; he had known that you'd be going to a party tonight; after all, you'd gotten ready in his room and had tried to convince him to come with you.

"hey, lovebug. i take it you're drunk?" "nooo, i'm just a liiiittle tipsy." you said, and rafe could hear you slurp up a drink and swallow after finishing your sentence, "i'm sure, i'm sure."

"can you come n get me?" you slurred, "'m tired n can't... can't, uh, remember where my dorm is..." "yeah, of course. you're at sigma nu, right?" "mmhm..." "okay, i'll be there in fifteen. go find some water and one of your friends. got it?" "yessir." you snorted, and he hung up the phone and put his headset back on, unmuting himself.

"listen, guys, i'm gonna have to quit." rafe explained as he closed the game mid-match. "what? why the hell?" elijah questioned, "my girl called and asked me to come get her from a party." "damn, i thought it was bros before hoes." josh snarked.

"yeah, well, we're not fifteen anymore. and she's not a hoe, she's my girlfriend. i'll message you guys later." rafe didn't even wait for them to reply, getting off the call and turning off his computer before either boy could utter a syllable. the boy grabbed his things and pulled on his hoodie, quickly rushing out of his dorm.

as soon rafe was outside, he dialed your number, his shoes crunching against the gravel as he walked towards the location of the fraternity you'd told him you were at, but no matter how many rings he waited, you didn't answer.

rafe ran a hand through his sandy hair, hanging up and calling you again. ring, ring, ring, ring, ring... once again, no answer. he bit the inside of his cheek, picking up his pace as he once again tried calling you, to no avail.

once the fraternity house came to view, rafe pocketed his phone, the boom of the bass piercing through his eardrums as soon as he entered the building.

rafe wasn't like you. while you thrived in these environments, huge parties where there were people every corner you turned, floors sticky with booze and other liquids, one sweaty young adult pressing against another, smoke that smelled like cotton candy, music so loud it'd damage anyone's hearing in the long term… rafe had always hated parties.

however rafe's height was an advantage; at 6'2, he was among the tallest at the party, and he hoped it wouldn't be too hard to spot you, his heart beginning to race from worry; what if something had happened to you?

he walked around the living room and even tried calling out your name, but the music booming in the stereos obviously was loud enough to drown out every squeak of his voice, but as he looked around, he didn't seem to spot you.

rafe pulled out his phone and dialed your number once again and kept searching through the living room for anyone who looked familiar, almost unable to hear the rings that signified an outgoing call over the noise of the TOP 50 playlist currently playing.

he went back into the lobby, but just as rafe was about to start really panicking, he saw a familiar figure through the wide archway leading to the kitchen, wearing the same outfit you'd shown off for him in an attempt to convince him to come with you. but his relief was shortlived when he saw the way you were swaying on your feet, the glassiness in your eyes made more pronounced by the fluorescent light above you, rafe's jaw clenching almost out of reflex when he saw the guy chatting you up, his hand on your bare arm. rafe took a deep breath as he made his way to the kitchen, beelining straight to you.

"are you okay?" rafe leaned down slightly to look into your glassy eyes, tugging the stranger's hand off you in a less-than friendly manner. "hey dude, i was here first. go find some other chick." the stranger scoffed, making rafe straighten up and look at him in irritation, narrowing his eyes at the other boy.

"hey dude, keep your hands off girls who are too drunk to even stand properly. this is my girlfriend." "that's your girlfriend?" the stranger let out something between an incredulous scoff and a snort, while rafe simply ignored him, more worried about you. "buggy, are you okay?" he asked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"you came." you smiled up at him softly, letting yourself practically crash into your boyfriend's side, "this douche is bothering me..." you mumbled, making rafe chuckle softly as he snaked his arm around you. the other guy simply rolled his eyes and mumbled some insult under his breath as he started walking away. "let's get you home, yeah?" rafe wasn't even sure if you heard what he was saying, but you simply smiled and nodded nonetheless.

rafe's arm was tightly wrapped around you as he led you out of the loud frat house and into the cool night air, starting to walk back towards the dormitories. he was too focused on trying to get you back to the dorms to notice the way your teeth were starting to chatter and the way your skin was forming goosebumps until you let out a quiet mumble, "rafeyyy... 'm cold..."

his eyes widened as he looked down at you, clad only in a top and a miniskirt. rafe sighed as he detached from you, a childish whine leaving your lips, thinking he did it because he didn't want to hold onto you anymore. rafe's t-shirt rode up slightly and his hair got messed up when he took off his snoopy-themed hoodie, turning to you, "lift your arms up, buggy."

you did as he said, and your boyfriend pulled the hoodie onto you, basically having to guide your arms into the arm holes of the hoodie, but when you finally had the hoodie on, rafe let out a small chuckle as he looked you up and down. for some reason, seeing you wearing his clothes always managed to make your boyfriend's heart race like crazy, even if it was something as silly as a snoopy hoodie.

"what's so funny?" you pouted, the hood still over your head, "nothing." he shrugged, wrapping his arm around you once again and starting to lead you towards the dorms, "it's just that... the hoodie is longer than your skirt."

"it's your fault for being freakishly tall, you damn beanstalk." you mumbled as you leaned into him. "or your skirts are freakishly short..." "prude." you stuck your tongue out at him, "acting like you weren't admiring the way i looked in this before i left." rafe felt his cheeks warm at your words, letting out an incredulous scoff as you simply giggled as he continued leading you towards the dormitory.

after about ten minutes of you wobbling and putting most of your weight on the side that was pressed against rafe, the two of you finally arrived at the boys' dormitory, "alright, try and be quiet." rafe said to you, rubbing his hand up and down your hoodie-clad arm. you simply responded by bringing your pointer finger to your lips and hushing, rafe unable to help the small smile on his face from how adorable he found it.

once you got to rafe's room, your boyfriend helped you to his bed where you immediately collapsed onto the mattress, letting out a moan of relief, making rafe feel slightly ashamed for the stirring he felt in his pants. he cleared his throat as he walked to the bed, "baby, you should take your clothes off first." "can't you do it…?" you mumbled, "are you sure?" "'s not the first time you've seen me naked, rafe."

rafe started with your heels, carefully peeling them from your feet, pressing a few kisses on each leg as he removed them. then he moved up onto the bed, lifting the hem of the hoodie as his long fingers slowly pulled down the zipper on your skirt, shimmying the fabric off, slight indents left on your stomach. rafe pressed soft kisses on each of your thighs, soft hums leaving your lips. "lift your arms up, love." he mumbled softly, and you did as he said; at once rafe pulled the hoodie off along with your top, throwing them onto the floor.

rafe trailed warm kisses leading from the waistband of your panties up to the underwire of your bra, before pulling back, "can i take this off?" he asked softly, and you nodded. rafe's hands slowly slid from the front of your bra to the back, until he found the clasp. you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when you felt the clasp come free, allowing rafe to slide the straps down your arms and discard your bra.

rafe's hands softly massaged the indents of the underwire, pulling a sigh of relief from you, "do you want to borrow a shirt from me to sleep in?" he asked softly, but you shook your head and spoke softly, "can we just sleep like this? both of us?"

rafe's cheeks reddened slightly, but he nodded and tugged his shirt off, throwing it amongst your clothing. he then continued on to pull down the waistband of his sweats, kicking them off onto the floor and settling into bed.

you pulled the covers over both your heads with a quiet, mischievous chuckle, looking into his eyes, "does my breath stink?" "like a brewery." rafe said softly, and despite his words, he still brought his lips to yours, your bare chest pressed against his, rafe's hand sliding down to your back.

as he pulled away from the kiss, rafe trailed his finger up and down your spine, goosebumps forming on your sensitive skin. you nuzzled closer to him, feeling the warmth of his chest on your face, the two of you whispering sweet nothings to one another under the blanket, soft, drunken giggles escaping the little bubble you'd created.

"rafe...?" you mumbled quietly, your eyelids feeling heavier by the second, "yeah?" he answered, his fingertips still tracing your spine, "thank you for coming to get me..." at your words, rafe let out a quiet huff of a laughter against your shoulder.

"you never need to thank me for something like that. if you call me, i'll come."

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A Moment Of Peace.

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in which, first thing in the morning, the only time that you and your husband get any peace is when your both getting ready in the mornings, before the cries of your baby boy disturb you.

It’s around seven thirty in the morning, and the gentle light of early dawn spills across the bedroom like a whisper.

You slowly rise from bed, careful not to wake Harry, who lies tucked in the covers, his arm having slipped from around you moments ago.

At the foot of the bed, your ten-month-old son sleeps peacefully, soft little breaths puffing against the edge of his blanket.

You move quietly into the en-suite bathroom, the air cool and calm around you. Turning on the tap, you splash some water onto your face, feeling the refreshing chill wake you gently.

As your fingers reach for your toothbrush, a pair of warm arms slide around your waist, slow and easy, like a hug made from sleep and love.

You breathe out a soft smile.

“Morning,” you whisper.

“Mm,” Harry murmurs against your shoulder, his voice low and velvety. “Didn’t wanna be away from you.”

You rest your hands over his, leaning into his warmth. He lingers there for a moment, then pulls away just enough to reach over and grab his toothbrush from the pot beside yours.

He doesn’t speak again, just stands quietly beside you, adding a small swirl of toothpaste before beginning to brush his teeth.

You do the same, the two of you moving in quiet rhythm, brushing side by side in the mirror’s soft reflection. His arm brushes gently against yours now and then, a little point of connection in the stillness.

At one point, you glance over, and he’s already looking at you, his eyes soft and sleepy, smile tugging faintly at his lips beneath the toothpaste. You can’t help but smile back.

“You okay?” you ask softly after rinsing your mouth.

He nods, eyes never leaving yours.

“Yeah,” he says, voice barely above a breath. “Just… like this. Being near you.”

You dry your hands, watching as he finishes up, then steps toward you again, wrapping his arms around your waist like it’s second nature. You rest your head lightly against his chest, listening to the gentle beat of his heart.

“I love mornings with you,” he whispers, brushing his lips against your hair.

You smile, your fingers gently curling into his t-shirt. “Feels like the world hasn’t started yet.”

“Exactly,” he breathes, holding you a little closer. “Just us.”

The two of you stay like that for a moment—no rush, no noise but the tap trickling and the distant coo of your son beginning to stir.

“He’s waking,” you say quietly.

You frown playfully at your husband. “The moments of peace were nice whilst they lasted.”

Harry smirks at you and kisses your nose.

“I’ll get him,” Harry murmurs. “You finish here. Take your time.”

He brushes a kiss over your temple, lingering, then gives your waist one last squeeze before slipping out of the room.

And as you stand there, toothbrush in hand and heart full, you hear Harry’s soft voice from the bedroom:

“Hey there, my little love… morning, sweetheart…”

You can hear the quiet squeak of your baby’s contented cooing, followed by Harry’s voice as he scoops him up.

“C’mere. Gotcha. You’re all warm still, huh?” There’s a pause, then a soft chuckle.

“Ohhh, big stretch. Just like Daddy.”

Your heart tugs as you picture it—your baby curling into Harry’s chest, both of them wrapped in that hazy kind of early-morning softness only families like yours get to share.

Then, a few slow footsteps… and the bathroom door eases open.

Harry steps in, barefoot and tousled, your little boy nestled perfectly into the curve of his arm. The baby’s cheek is squished against Harry’s shoulder, tiny fingers curled into the hair at the nape of his neck, gently playing with the curls there in that absent, sleepy way only babies do.

You melt instantly.

“Look who came to find you,” Harry says softly, smiling as he rocks their little one gently. “Someone missed his mummy.”

Your son lifts his head slightly at the sound of your voice, eyes blinking up at you with sleepy wonder, but he stays snuggled close to Harry, still playing with his hair.

Harry presses a kiss to the baby’s temple and murmurs, “He’s so cozy, love. Think he’s trying to decide whether he wants to fall back asleep right here.”

You step closer, running a tender hand over your son’s soft hair.

“Hi, baby,” you whisper, your voice warm and slow. “Did you have sweet dreams?”

The baby responds with a soft coo, burying his face back into Harry’s shoulder. Harry just smiles down at him and rocks a little, swaying gently. “We’re not in any rush, are we, bub?” he whispers.

“We’ve got all the time in the world.”

You lean your head against Harry’s free shoulder, wrapping your arm lightly around his back. He turns to kiss the top of your head, his voice no more than a breath.

“Let’s just stay like this for a little while longer,” he says.

“Feels too perfect to move.”

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N✧ RAINB✧WS - L. HS

PAIRING: HEESEUNG + FEM READER

WARNING$: SMUT, PROTECTED/UNPROTECTED SEX, ROUGH SEX, SHOWER SEX, ANAL, ORAL, FINGERING, CUM EATING, FUCKING WHILE HIGH/DRUNK, BLOWJOBS, PUSSY EATING, NIPPLE SUCKING, LICKING, DIRTY TALK, POSSESSIVENESS, LOTS OF SEX SCENES, ANGST, JEALOUSY, INSECURITY, CRYING, CHILDHOOD ABUSE, TRAUMA, FIGHTING, BLOOD, ARGUMENTS, CURSING, SMOKING, DRINKING, MENTIONS OF CLUBS, DRUGS/ DRUG DEALING, OVERDOSE, DEATH, SUICIDE. IF THESE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE DO NOT READ!

WC: 26,048k

GENRE: ROCKBAND AU. INSPIRED BY CHASE ATLANTIC.

FEATURING: HEESEUNG VOCALIST, JAKE DRUMMER, JAY GUITAR, SUNGHOON BASSIST.

$YNOP$1$: it's not everyday your favorite underground up and coming rock band tours in your city, but the day they do, you take full advantage. Just seeing them live felt surreal, but what was even more unreal was the lead singer noticing you amongst a small crowd. You thought that made your night turns out once the concert had ended and you made your way backstage (thanks to your vip pass) is what really made your night, yet the surprises didn't stop there. After a brief interaction with the band, the front man, Lee heeseung, offers to take you back to the tour RV, leading to one unforgettable steamy night, and suddenly, he asks you to go on tour with him as you lay tangled in his sheets without a thought you say yes taking a step into his world but little did you know there's "no rainbows just white lines."

She’s finally here 😈 dropping a little treat before enhypens comeback

With your heart racing in your chest, you do one final glance at yourself in the mirror, putting the finishing touches on to make sure your outfit is good and everything is intact.

You sighed softly, nerves running through you from the anticipation of seeing your favorite band live.

You had front row seats or ga rather, which meant you’d be closest to the stage where your favorite singer was going to be performing on.

The idea of seeing him live makes you so excited. Despite spending nearly two whole paychecks on your ticket, you didn’t regret it. How could you when you were going to see heeseung, the lead singer, up close and personal? He was worth every cent, and you couldn’t wait to hear his heaven-like vocals in real time.

Once you’re satisfied with the reflection that stares back at you, you reach into your purse to grab your keys and feel another wave of nerves hit you.

This is really it. You thought while turning off your living room light and heading to your car to drive to the venue, which luckily was only eighteen minutes away.

Arriving at the venue sometime later, you paid for parking and left your car. Entering the venue, there weren’t that many people, seeing how it was an underground rock band; however, the turnout was still quite nice as they were starting to make their come up, which you were happy for, and hopefully, when they got much bigger they’d have more concerts in your city.

Weaving through the crowd, you found your spot on the floor, going close to the stage. Again, they weren’t that popular, so thankfully, you didn’t have to fight for a close spot.

It was about twenty minutes before the show, the venue lights were still on, and they played some of their music in the background on the speakers while people chatted away until it was time for the show to start.

You looked around, snapping a few shots of the crowd and stage. It was still pretty empty as people were buying drinks and snacks for the show, not you thought your stomach was in knots. The thought of even eating right now made you feel like regurgitating.

The last few minutes before they would take the stage, your nerves had started going crazy again, and it felt like hours had passed, and the clammy bodies that started to pile in beside you weren’t helping as you were very impatiently waiting for the performance.

Or more less him.

You know it sounds crazy a young girl having a crush on a boy band member.

Typical.

But there was just something about him. He was so captivating. He had you completely sucked in so far to the point he was the only member you really noticed out of all of them. Of course, you knew of the other members: Jay on guitar, sunghoon on bass, and Jake on drums.

But heeseung, the lead vocalist, had a spell on you, one that you just couldn’t shake.

Not to say you even wanted to.

When he was on stage, it was like he was meant to be there, a star shining so much brighter than the others. His enjoyment of performing, his charisma, and the way he took control of the crowd and the stage while looking effortlessly cool and handsome was utterly mesmerizing to you.

His looks were a big plus. His messy black hair made you want to run your fingers through it. His body was slim yet muscled, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about tracing his lean biceps with your fingertips.

That was just the tip of the iceberg, the way he’d stick his tongue out and the unnecessary rolls of his pelvis area while he sang a song that did not require such movements, but it was so uniquely him and equally satisfying to watch, and you can’t believe that not even five minutes from now you’d be seeing all that up this close.

Your camera was already ready, waiting for them to step from behind the curtains.

As they took the stage, the crowd erupted. It was almost a blur, the music loud and ringing in your ears, people, including you, singing along and enjoying yourselves to the opening song.

Your eyes were practically glued to him the whole time, completely mesmerized by him, the sweat rolling down his Adam’s Apple, the way his tank top clung to his hot, sweaty skin made you bite your lip, and if you weren’t already going insane when he made eye contact with you, you absolutely lost it screaming your lungs out, your hands reaching for him on stage along with many other fan girls. He smirked at you and came closer, clasping his hand with yours. He sang effortlessly while interacting with you.

It was only a second, but it felt like your heart stopped, and it was only you and him at that moment.

The instant he let go, you wanted him to hold your hand again, but sadly, you knew that wouldn’t happen.

Many tracks played after that. The song they were currently performing was nearing its end, and heeseung did his signature jumping down from the stage and running through the crowd to high-five all the people in the middle row.

You watched with envy, wishing you had bought one of those seats instead, but nevertheless, you still enjoyed watching his fan interactions. He was always the best at them.

When it came to the slower songs, you were completely immersed, staring into his eyes, his angel-like voice hitting your ears in the sweetest tone you’ve ever heard, even better than listening with headphones.

If anyone were to look at you right now, they’d think you were in love with the way your eyes sparkled as you stared at the lead singer with admiration and adoration.

And the somebody looking at you was the man himself, his eyes boring into your own, and you couldn’t care less about the ticket price, you’d pay double just to have this experience again as you made eye contact with the person you only ever admired through the screen.

He was so perfect, and you hoped the soft smile playing on your lips conveyed that.

His eyes shifted away from you, but yours never did. They stayed stuck on him until the show was coming to its close, and they all went backstage to prepare for the last song.

“Which one are you picking?” Sunghoon spoke up, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a white towel and a grin on his face.

“Front row third to the left is definitely mine,” heeseung replied after gulping down a bottle of ice-cold water, his other hand occupied with a pre-roll.

“Can’t you go two seconds without getting high?” Jay shook his head disapprovingly of his friend, who smoked way too often.

“No,” heeseung replied carelessly, blowing the smoke into his friend's face.

“Anyways, I was gonna pick her,” Jay sulks, toying with the tuner on his guitar.

“Too late. Besides, you know I always get first pick as the front man,” heeseung says while taking another hit.

This has been a routine for them. They’d always pick a girl in the crowd, heeseung, being the leader, had the first say and then the rest, but by the end of the night, they had all picked a girl to sleep with, if not two.

What can they say? It’s the perks of being a rockstar.

“I don’t pick. I just look in the crowd and point,” Jake chuckles as heeseung passes him the joint.

“We all know you stick your dick in anything,” Sunghoon chimes in.

“Shit, they’re all pretty and hot with a pussy I can bury my dick into. Why would I care?” Jake whistles, twirling his drumstick between his slender fingers that his fans had gone crazy over a million times.

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” heeseung announced, cutting off the banter after wiping the sweat off his face and neck.

“That desperate to get your dick wet?” Jay teased with a quirked brow.

“For once, you’re actually right. My shit is so hard right now just thinking about it,” he laughed, gripping the front of his jeans provocatively.

Jake hurriedly takes a final hit, and the others gather around, forming a small circle, quickly putting on their serious faces and doing a team chant before going on stage for the last song of the night.

When they came back on stage, the crowd cheered loudly, already knowing what song they were performing.

It was one of their more mature songs. Well, all of their songs were pretty out there, but they were known for this performance and the explicit things they did on stage.

Like Jay fingering his guitar, sunghoon licking up the neck of his bass, Jake turning his drumsticks to a v shape and licking between them.

And last but not least, heeseung did seemingly everything in his power to captivate everyone in the audience and bring out their wildest fantasies.

From lifting up his tank top to holding the mic between his legs during the guitar solo, stroking the instrument with his dominant hand with the most innocent look on his face, all while acting like he wasn’t pretending it was his erect phallus.

You almost lost your mind seeing him doing it so up close you could feel butterflies erupt in your stomach and an all too familiar feeling between your legs.

Familiar cause you had touched yourself to that scene on the screen over and over, your walls clenching as you came wishing he was really stroking his cock in front of you instead of that stupid mic and in front of thousands of fans.

But that’s beside the point here. This was by far the best concert you’ve ever been to. No amount of money could compare to this performance. It was everything you could have asked for and so much more.

When the show ended and the lights went out, all your excitement was replaced with nerves once again because you had the VIP pass, which meant meeting the members backstage.

The line was short, which made it all the worse, but when it was finally your turn, you calmed yourself and greeted the members, bowing to each of them respectfully, and you went into the center to take a picture with them. Luckily, you were the last person to go up, which meant you got to share a few words with them, mainly just thanking them for coming to your city and how you loved the show, and you hoped for them to come back again soon.

Heeseung gave the other members a knowing look unbeknownst to you, and they started to distance themselves, and so did you, ready to leave the venue, but someone caught your wrist, causing you to gasp as you turned around and were face to face with none other than heeseung himself before you were playing it cool and calm like you didn’t scream out your lungs for him during the whole show, but now that you’re face to face you couldn’t help but feel nervous and shy, especially with his hand on you.

“Thank you for coming. Glad you enjoyed the show, Angel” he shamelessly eyed you up and down, licking his lips at the sight of your exposed cleavage, feeling the blood rush straight to his cock, the adrenaline from the show still very much alive and your reaction to him boosting his confidence and ego by a million.

“I- you’re welcome,” you stutter, not knowing what to say. With him being so close, you could smell his Prada cologne invading your senses.

The scent is easy to detect since you bought the exact kind he wore and spritzed it on your pillows before bed.

“Since I’m so grateful you came, why don’t you let me thank you in private?” The hand on your arm moves to your chest, his palm lying flat on your left breast. The action was so bold, yet he knew you wouldn’t tell him off because judging by the way you were staring at him all night, giving him your best fuck me eyes, he could only assume you were down to fuck with him.

And you prove him to be right.

Your breath hitches as you feel him lightly squeeze your left breast. “Heeseung,” you whimper his name quietly, and his cock twitched in his pants.

Not only were you beautiful, you were easy too, just his type.

You looked around, eyes flashing to see who heard or who was watching, but there was suddenly no one there, no security, no cameras, no members, just you and him.

“Focus on me,” he says lowly. “No one else is here, just you and me.” he strokes your cheek gently. “What do you say, hmm? Come back to the RV with me. I’ll give you a little tour,” he says with a lazy smile.

Nodding your head, almost in a trance-like state, you accept his offer, not even thinking about it more than once.

It was heeseung you’d let him do anything he wanted to you.

“Follow me.” he bends down briefly and kisses you on the cheek, and with that single kiss alone, you’d fallen for him.

All the fans had left long ago, and you two easily left out the back, going straight into the touring RV where the rest of his bandmates were.

They all smiled at you, knowing what was about to go down, and you lowered your head embarrassingly, not expecting them to be there.

As embarrassing as it was, you couldn’t say no to heeseung the man you dreamed about day in and day out.

Hell, this whole experience was unexpected, but when he took you back to his little room near the back and forced you against the wall impatiently, his lips pressing against yours hungrily was when it all became real.

You were actually kissing Lee heeseung, and it was….

Perfect.

And it wasn’t a dream like all the other times.

Like a switch had flipped, you reciprocated immediately, your hands wrapping around his neck as you kissed him back with equal enthusiasm.

“Hmm,” he groans against your lips, enjoying the way you keep up with him as your hands run through his wet nape hair.

He firmly presses himself against you, feeling your breasts smushed against his chest.

You whine into the kiss. His bulge pressed against you, his body keeping you pinned to the wall while he devours you, his hot tongue sleazily licking into your mouth, wet and messy, as he licks, sucks, and bites on your plump lips.

He jerked his hips forward, his bulge nudged against your core, and you gasped at the sudden friction. He chuckled amusedly, his hot breath fanning your face as he dived back in for more, sucking on your tongue lewdly, making your head spin as you gasped for more oxygen.

Your hearts pounding against one another, his forehead resting against yours, his chest heaves desperately, searching for breath, his nose tickling your jaw before he opens his mouth, kissing along your neck and chest.

“Heeseung,” you breathed out, lips swollen from the kiss as you panted and threw your head back against the wall, giving him free rein over your body.

He lowers his head and opens his mouth, licking at your exposed breasts, the feeling making a gush of arousal seep from your throbbing hole.

Taking advantage of your head tilted back, he trails upward, licking a stripe up your neck until he reaches your lips, forcing your head down to capture them in another breathtaking kiss.

Once satisfied, he parts from your lips again to kiss your jaw, his nose pressing against your temple as he moves your earlobe. He licks from your neck to your jaw, your ear, your chest, and any skin that’s exposed to him, devouring you whole.

He slipped his hands inside your leather jacket, yanking it off your body and exposing your shoulders, just another piece of bare skin for him to cover with saliva and kisses.

You’ve never felt so hot, so needy, so impatient.

Everything he did to you was so intense his lips left a fire in their wake, heating up your body and igniting a flame so strong that nothing could extinguish it.

Your grip loosened in his hair, your body overwhelmed, barely hanging on as he ravished you.

He leaned back just long enough to throw his baseball cap off somewhere in his small room, revealing his black hair, giving you more to grab onto.

You stared at one another, panting heavily, no words exchange, but the tension and feeling of arousal coursing through your veins.

He easily gripped the hem of the black tank top you wore, pulling it over your head. As you obediently raised your arms, your tits came flopping out of the material braless nipples perked up for his hungry eyes to feast on.

Grabbing your breasts, he squeezed them in his large, veiny hands, thumbs toying with your hardened buds. He stared at your face intently, pushing your buttons to watch how you reacted, your face entirely riddled with lust and pleasure just from him massaging your tits.

He bit his lips, squeezing harder, pulling a gasp from you as he rolled his thumbs over your nipples. His cock was getting so hard it started to ache, his wet tip surely staining the front of his blue jeans.

Sucking in a deep breath, he lowered his right hand to cup your clothed cunt.

“A-ah,” he smiled, adding some pressure, and you automatically ground yourself on his palm.

“Fuck” he muttered, feeling the heat from between your legs over his palm. He couldn’t wait to get inside you. He was so hard, needing a release desperately.

He’s never felt this feral, the need to be inside something so strong he felt like he had to stick his dick in your warm hole unless he’d explode.

Retracting his hands, he strips out of his white tank top, revealing his chest to you. His nipples are hard, and you can’t help but want to suck them.

He quickly undid his jeans, pulling them down to his knees.

You watched him breathless and awestruck pussy aching desperately for him, and you felt yourself clench down tightly when he gripped the waistband of his boxers pulling them down, his thick hard veiny cock flopping out, standing tall, precum seeping out of his tiny hole.

You licked your lips at the sight, sinking your teeth into your lower one, mouth watering as you eyed his pretty cock.

He sat down on his bed, beckoning you over. “Come here,” he called you to him, and you took a few steps. Soon, you were standing before him half-naked. “On your knees”

The way you slowly sunk down to your knees, holding eye contact with him the whole time, made his dick twitch. You placed your hands on his knees, going higher to caress his smooth thighs. He leaned back on his palms, relaxing as your hands ran all over his legs and thighs. “You wanna suck it baby?” He asked and bit on his lip with a raised brow, watching as visible excitement grew in your eyes.

You rested your cheek on his inner thigh, nodding softly as he patted your cheek. “Yeah?” He says softly.

Your hand wrapped around the thickness of his cock, and he hissed, feeling your cold hand fondling his hot throbbing length.

Stroking up and down slowly, you swirled his tip with your thumb spreading his sticky precum all on his dick.

He made a sound of approval, letting you do your own thing as he sat back.

Your fingertips tickled his balls before reaching up to pump his length some more. He was so hard and warm to the touch.

Your mouth salivates, and you pick your head up off his thigh, sticking out your tongue and licking up and down on his girthy shaft.

He groans, head tilting back as his fingers dig into the sheets.

Your tongue flicked on his tip, tasting the sweet yet salty precum. You moaned at the taste, eyes fluttering shut to relish every last string of his arousal.

Entranced by the taste of him and his soft grunts, you parted your lips, wrapping around the tip of his length, sucking him like a lollipop of the sweetest kind.

He gasped softly, his mouth opening in a silent moan, abs tensing as your wet warmth covered his sensitive cock head.

You placed your palms flat on his thighs, bobbing your head as you sucked more of his length in.

Opening your mouth wider, you let your saliva drip-free, running down his tip to his balls, getting it wet so you could suck on him easier.

His toes curled, balls tensing as you swallow more than half of his thick cock.

You closed your eyes, savoring the feeling of his heavy warm cock on your tongue. You were barely even at it for a minute, yet you were addicted to the feeling, but the back of your throat felt empty, so you sunk down further, letting the tip of his cock fill that hollow space. Your wet lips tickled his ballsack, and he whimpered, his body trembling as you took him balls deep. He’s never felt head this good before.

You swallow around his cock, and goosebumps form on his skin. “God damn,” he grunts, watching you suck his cock. The way it just disappears in your mouth leaves him floored. You’re taking every inch down your throat so fucking good. “Sucking it real good” he lets out a breathy moan and lifts his hand up to stroke through your hair. “Shit,” he gulps, throat running dry from how much he’s panting.

Coming up for a quick breather, you release him from your mouth, your spit and his precum covering his pulsing cock.

The light from the tv hit just right, displaying his cock covered in a thin sheen of wetness, looking even more enticing for you to suck.

You lick the veins running along it, and he shudders, breath uneven.

His body jolts when you tease his tiny opening with the tip of your tongue. “Fuck” his eyes nearly rolled in his head. You were doing him so good he’d never been this turned on before

You inhaled him fully, forcing him as deep as possible before swallowing and choking on his hard cock.

The tight sensation of your wet throat closing up around him makes him moan loudly.

Your eyes roll back in your head as you intentionally choke around him some more, loving the feeling of gagging on his long dick.

You pulled off his shaft, slurping around his base and sucking one of his balls into your mouth while you stroked his cock.

Lapping at his sensitive balls, you tap his dick across your face obscenely, the quiet smack of his shaft hitting your cheek echoing in the room, and he loved it so much.

This was the best head he’d ever gotten. He loved it just like this: wet, messy, and sloppy.

You moaned around his cock, the little vibration in the back of your throat tickling his tip. “Oh my go- fuck” he whispers to himself, head falling back as he lets himself go enjoying the feeling completely, the wet, dirty sounds of you slurping his cock like music to his ears.

His hand taps your head lightly, letting you know he’s close, and you suck him with more vigor, moaning constantly, sucking him in like your life depended on it, your throat begging for his cum. “Gonna cum” he whispers shakily, hips lifting off the bed as strained moans leave his lips, his balls tightening and cock going rigid as he spills straight down your throat.

Your hands squeeze into his thighs, your mouth hollow, sucking him up and down as he rewards your work with his creamy load coating your tonsils.

Your jaw was tired, but you kept going until he turned soft in your mouth, and you still didn’t stop sucking around him.

He gently pulled you off him, too sensitive to keep going. “Angel,” he groaned, eyes rolling in his head as you showed him your tongue clean of his cum. “Get up here.” Getting up from your sitting position, you climb onto his bed.

He rid himself of all his clothes and turned to you, gently laying you back on the bed. He pulled off your shoes, your black skirt coming next, and he groaned angrily at the next layer of clothing, hindering his path. He grabbed the crotch of your panties, ripping them open, revealing your glistening hole pulsing and wet with your arousal.

Licking his lips, he spreads your legs open, laying between them, leveling his face with your wet pussy.

You spread your legs wider, and he smirked at your shamelessness. “You’re fucking dripping” he groped your thighs, kneading them as he inhaled your natural scent.

“Heeseung,” you whine shyly.

He chuckled before diving into your core. You moaned at the first lick, and from then on, it was endless, your moans loud and lewd.

His hot tongue slithered through your engorged pussy lips, his sticky saliva making you even wetter.

He was so filthy with it rubbing his pursed lips on your clit, sucking off your arousal, nose brushing your erect nub. “Hmm, that’s some good pussy” he licked his lips, going in for another taste, tongue darting in and out of your hole, licking straight from the source of your sweet nectar, his cock growing hard again from your smell and taste.

Your hands found his hair yet again, pulling and tugging as he ate you out, your face contorting in so much pleasure. His mouth was so warm, soft, and wet against your pussy. It felt so good.

“Oh my god!” You squeaked as you felt one of his thick ring-riddled fingers enter your tight cunt.

“Holy fuck, she’s so tight” he pushes his finger in knuckle deep, feeling your ridged walls hugging his finger so snugly.

You whined, your pussy fluttering around his finger uncontrollably. “Heeseung”

He flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue, adding a second finger along his first one. Your insides felt so hot and wet, he knew you’d have some good pussy, but not this fucking good.

He stretched your little walls open with his two fingers, mouth sucking on your clit desperately.

You pulled his hair so hard it felt like you were ripping it out, but he loved it, moaning into your pussy from the pleasure mixed with pain.

“Cum on my face,” he mumbled, his deep voice vibrating against your pussy.

“Heeseung,” you choked out your walls, squeezing his fingers nice and tight as you came.

“Just like that,” he mumbles to himself, rubbing your silky walls and pleasuring you through your orgasm from start to finish.

“Heeseung,” your chest heaved as you continued to moan his name, the sight between your legs down right filthy, his face drenched in your arousal as he lazily sucked and kissed your pussy, teasing you on purpose as he nipped at your core with his lips.

He shook your thighs lightly, pulling back and licking his lips.

Your taste is still fresh on his tongue.

You’re still trying to catch your breath, but he’s already reaching for his stash of condoms. Pulling one out, he tore the packet open, pulling out the rubber circle.

He placed it on his tip, his length already hard again just from eating you out. Your taste alone could probably make him cum again.

You lay breathless on his bed, just waiting for him to make his next move. Even if you just came, you still needed more to feel satisfied.

He effortlessly put the condom on and then joined you on the bed.

Hovering over you, he placed his fists beside your head, your legs automatically spreading to let him in between. He leaned down, placing a few soft kisses on your lips and chest, his cock occasionally brushing up against your pussy, the mood rising, and it takes barely anything to get either of you guys going again.

Just as his tip caught on to your hole, he was about to push in, but the loud banging on his door disrupts everything. “Fuck” he mutters in frustration, and you jump lightly from the sound.

“How much longer are you gonna fuck her? I'm hungry,” Jake whines from outside the door.

“Fuck off, just go without me!” Heeseung shouts back, clearly aggravated, and that’s enough for Jake to sulk and walk away from the door.

Heeseung sighed and gently stroked your cheek with his thumb as an apology.

You were so drunk on the idea of him fucking you you didn’t even care about his members being right next to you. Your inhibitions completely disappeared as you wrapped your arms around him, your eyes dazed out completely, and you focused on nothing but him.

You pulled him in for a kiss, your lips resting against his as you lowered your hand to his waist, pulling him in, and he wasted no more time pushing in your heat.

He clenched his jaw and breathed deeply through his nose, sheathing himself within your hot walls.

Your mouth opened, a soft breath exhaled, and you already felt so full with just half of him in you.

“Fuck” he cursed the soft look in your eyes, turning him on more than it probably should, but you just looked so fucking good, so cute and pliant for him. Your eyes were obviously full of lust, and he loved that you wanted it just as much as him.

He pushed in all the way, stilling in your heat so you could adjust but also for his sake cause he was about to lose his sanity. You were so tight and warm that even the layer of the condom wasn’t helping him much. The sensitivity was so strong. He could have cum the moment he entered you, but his willpower was too strong. He needed to fuck you and have you crying, screaming and begging for his dick.

He pulled out to the tip and then pushed right back inside, missing the warmth already. He hummed lowly, starting a steady rhythmic motion, his tip fucking in and out of you deeply.

“Oh, heeseung,” you breathed out, gripping his shoulders, your breasts sloshing from his soft yet powerful thrusts.

You whimpered quietly, taking every single last one of his inches, your lips pursed, and the way you looked at him, almost as if you were begging for more.

He gripped your thighs, pushing them up to your chest and pressing you into his mattress, his long dick hitting impossibly deep as his sweaty thighs clapped against your ass, and you’re sure everyone could hear how roughly he was fucking into you.

“Fuck!” He grunted, speeding up his thrusts, thick cock spearing into you perfectly.

You held onto his biceps as he drilled into you without abandon. “Yes!” You cried out softly. He felt so deep inside you.

“This dick feel good, Angel?” He smirked down at you, knowing you loved it by the look on your face.

You nodded your head rapidly, taking his cock deeply, loving the way you could feel him inside your guts.

“Let me hear. Tell me, is it good?” He said, panting, sweat forming on his body as the veins in his arms bulged.

“Yes, heeseung so good,” you moaned.

“Say it again,” he replied.

“Fuck yes, you fuck me so good,” you cry out, walls clenching on his cock.

“How good?” He digs in deeper, pressing your legs as close to your chest as possible, the bed creaking loudly as he slams his hips into you fucking in and out of your wet squelching hole.

“Fuck” Your eyes roll back in your head, the pleasure too much to bear, your head spinning as you mewl, your body shaking from the intensity he fucks you with. “You’re so good, fuck, keep fucking my pussy daddy!” It slipped out by accident, but luckily for you, that just drove him even more wild.

“Yeah, you love daddy’s dick?” he grunts, the vein in his forehead popping out as sweat rolls off his body and onto yours. The air in the RV is tight, stuffy, and covered with steam and the smell of sex.

“Yes, harder, Daddy. Please fuck me harder!” The bed knocked against the wall, his thrusts completely relentless, his hips on autopilot as he plowed into you over and over again, your arousal covering his base and dripping down the crease of your ass.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, speeding up his thrusts fucking you the way you’re begging for it. “I’m so deep in you, Angel.”

His cock starts to twitch inside you, and he reaches down to your clit so you can come together. “Shit!” You moan out, and within an instant, you’re clamping down hard on his dick, letting go and cumming the hardest you’ve ever come.

“You’re gonna make me cum” he gives you three more strokes, and then he comes undone into the condom, breathing heavily and collapsing on top of you, his body sore as he searches for his breath.

He buried his face in your neck, both of you too tired to move and basking in the afterglow of that amazing session.

“We got another show tomorrow,” he breathes out after a few minutes. “You coming?”

He spoke against your neck, nibbling on it softly, exhaustion evident in his voice.

“No ticket,” you mumble out, stroking his sweaty back.

“I’m your ticket” he props himself up, looking down at you with a cocky grin. “All you gotta do is show up and look pretty.”

-

So that’s exactly what you did. You showed up and looked pretty. Heeseung paid extra attention to you for obvious reasons. You can’t believe one night you’re in the crowd hoping for him to notice you, and the next, he’s staring right at you after fucking your brains out the night prior.

The show was great, just like last night. The whole thing still felt unreal, and you were having a difficult time processing everything, but you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

They played the same set list, but you still enjoyed it, singing along and vibing with the crowd. After the concert was over, you met up with heeseung in the back, just like last night. He took your hand and led you straight to the RV, taking you to his room. “How’d you like the show?” He asked, smirking as he caressed your waist, closing the door with his foot as he pushed you further into his space.

“I loved it like always,” you say, trailing your index finger down his chest. He bit his lip, letting your hands roam over his sweaty body. You slipped your hands under his shirt, feeling his lean body beneath your fingertips, your thumbs grazing his erect nipples, and his breath hitches.

You lightly pushed him onto the bed, your hands working on his jeans, opening the button with urgency. “I’ll show you how much I liked it,” you say, kneeling before him on the bed.

You pull down his pants and boxers with a seductive look in your eye. His hard dick popping out was a sight to see. It somehow looked even better than last night. You eagerly pumped it up and down your lips, attaching it to his precum-stained tip, sucking off his sweaty essence.

You hollowed your cheeks, immediately going down on him, desperate to feel his thick cock on your tongue. You’d been thinking about it all night long.

You stroked his base with your palm before taking his full length into your mouth while gently rubbing his full balls.

“Shit” he wiped his hand over his face in disbelief at how good your mouth felt around him. He felt like he was dreaming.

He laid back, putting his hands behind his head and letting you have your way with his dick.

You transition from soft, slow strokes to sucking on him like his dick is your lifeline.

You moaned on his dick, tasting his salty precum on your tongue. You only had him last night, but now you lived for the taste. It was already so addicting. “So good,” you mumbled on his shaft, slurping him up whole.

“Oh fuck” his hips bucked slightly, his cock getting buried deeper in the back of your throat. “That’s it, keep sucking me in real deep,” he groans, bucking his hips a few times before cumming in your mouth unannounced, but he couldn’t have predicted he’d cum that fast something about your mouth felt magical to him and it had him cumming in mere seconds.

You continue to suck him in as deep as possible, obliging his wish and swallowing his cum until he goes soft in your mouth. You hesitantly pull off him, wiping the corner of your lips with your thumb and sucking it clean, showing him you wouldn’t let a drop go to waste.

“Ass up face down for me,” he orders impatiently, taking off his clothes while you do the same, fumbling with your articles of clothing till they’re off and getting into position for him to fuck you.

He takes out a condom from the same drawer as last night, putting it on easily like he’s done it a million times and positioning himself behind you. “Gonna fuck this wet pussy so good” he glides his cock through your pussy lips, wetting it up.

“Please,” you beg, your hole hot, clenching, and ready for him to take you.

He moves forward on the bed aiming his cock at your hole, and he ruts in, burying himself in your tight cunt with ease. “So fucking tight for daddy, yeah?”

“Shit, yes,” Your eyes fluttered shut as you squeezed the sheets burying your face into his pillows, your walls relaxing around his cock, allowing him to sink in balls deep.

He started out rough, his strokes slow but strong, digging into the depths of your soaked pussy. “Yes,” you moaned, your sounds of pleasure muffled by his pillows as your walls sucked him in, desperately needing more.

He pulled nearly all the way out and roughly slammed back in, knocking the air from your lungs. “Oh!” You panted, your body sliding up the bed with each thrust, your hard nipples brushing against his mattress.

His soft hands pinned you down to the bed, forcing you to arch your back as deep as it could go, and that’s when you felt it, his tip bumping right against your cervix.

You laid there taking his deep back shots, and you got so wet his dick was just sliding in and out of you as you chanted yes over and over again. “Take this dick, angel. Just like that. Look at you swallowing my cock” he spanked you as his sweaty thighs kept hitting your butt with every thrust of his hips. Your pussy was so wet and creamy with each stroke your juices were splashing on his bed and staining the sheets, and the sight was to die for.

“Yes, give it to me, fill me with your cock” you cried out, giving your hole to him and letting him fuck you hard, rough, deep, and fast, just the way you needed.

“Nasty girl, you’re so shameless for my cock. You love this, don’t you?” He taunts fucking you to the hilt, nuzzling his wet tip against your cervix.

“Yes, Daddy,” you drooled on the sheets, your back arching to take more of his dick as his heavy sack slapped against your throbbing clit.

He gripped your waist tighter, holding you in place to fuck you impossibly deep.

It only took a few more precise rolls of his hips before he was groaning loudly and cumming into the condom. “Shit shit shit,” he stutters, mouth going slack in a loud, drawn-out moan.

He positioned his right hand under you, easily finding your clit to massage it until you finished, which was embarrassingly quick. “I’m cumming daddy!” His thrusts turn slow over, sensitivity taking over the both of you as he rubs your clit till your walls clamp down on him, milking him for all his creamy nut.

Collapsing down on top of you, he kisses your shoulders, nibbling at the skin and panting. “Come on tour with me,” he says out of the blue while you’re still trying to catch your bearings.

“What?” You say, confused, your brain still fuzzy and fucked out.

“You heard me.” he kisses your cheek. “Come on tour with me. Don’t think I can live without being inside you every day.”

“Hee-“

“Fuck y/n, just say yes,” he whines desperately and thrusts his hips, tiredly, already addicted to you, the faint pulsing of your walls making him grow hard inside you all over again. “Feel that what you do to me? Please say yes. I need you so bad.”

“What about the members? And we barely even know each other.” You stutter, feeling his tip rubbing at your g spot. Your words holding no real conviction.

“They won’t care. Besides, what better way to get to know you than from the inside out?” he hums, his cock twitching inside you at the implication.

You contemplated, but it didn’t take you long to agree, too smitten with him to say no. After all, it is Lee heeseung, no and his name could not be used in the same sentence when it came to you. “Y-yes”

“That’s my good fucking girl” he props himself up on his palms, sensually rolling his hips, giving you a night you won’t soon forget.

-

When you two are finally done, it’s three in the morning, and countless cum filled condoms lay on the bed with your sweaty, spent bodies.

His breath is still slightly heavy from exhaustion as he rolls to the side of the bed, reaching into his bedside nightstand and pulling out a lighter and a pre-rolled joint.

He holds it to his lips, taking a puff slowly. He exhaled as his eyes fluttered closed, pleasure filling every inch of his body.

“Didn’t know you smoked.” You cuddle close to his side, a finger trailing his sweaty pecs.

He just chuckles softly. “Do you?” You shook your head no. “We gotta change that, here.” he sits up, holding the lit joint to your lips. “Open.” You part your lips slightly with no hesitation cause of who’s asking, and he places it between them. “Now suck on it and hold for two seconds” You do as he says, and you end up choking right away, causing him to smile endearingly at your effort. “We’ll work on that.” he pats your back softly.

After a few attempts, you’re inhaling and exhaling like a pro. The feeling of being high was foreign yet enjoyable as you lay naked in his arms, cuddling. “Never knew a person could look so sexy while smoking,” he comments, and it makes you blush.

He takes a hit and then passes it to you, stroking your thigh and pulling you over his lap as he palms at your bare ass, squeezing softly. “Hee,” you exhale softly, whining from his sensual grip. You were so tired from the previous rounds, yet your pussy was still throbbing for him.

He moans lowly after hearing your soft, needy whines. “Take another hit,” he said softly, eyes hooded as he gripped your ass, grabbing two handfuls, this time kneading on it as he leaned in to suck on your left nipple.

You throw your head back, pleasure taking over you as he moves to your breasts, groping them in his large hands, his mouth moving to each nipple as you feel his cock growing hard underneath you.

You shyly began to roll your hips over his length, your pussy leaving sticky trails of arousal on his dick.

He smirks at your movements, you hold the blunt to his lips this time, and he takes it with no hesitation.

You gripped his shoulders, grinding on his hard dick. It didn’t take long for you both to want more, and you lifted up slightly, grabbing his base and guiding it to your wet hole. “Slow down, Angel, I don’t even have a condom on yet,” he chuckled at your recklessness. “You just really want my dick bad, huh? he teases you and you moan shamelessly, hips rolling in search of his dick.

You take the reins, hands reaching for the drawer with his condoms. You don’t notice what else is inside other that the condoms, and you take out a single condom, ripping it open impatiently as you lean back on his thighs, easily slipping the condom down his erect length.

He watched you as you did all the work, taking a few drags of his joint as he laid beneath you.

You repositioned yourself over him once again, aligning your dripping core with his cock, and you immediately sunk down on him, sighing in pleasure at the feeling of being so full.

You sat on his hard cock, walls throbbing around him, eyes falling shut as you took a solid moment to embrace the feeling of his thickness pressed against every inch of your wet walls.

He held your waist with his left hand running his fingers along your skin softly as you began to bounce on his cock, the pace slow at first but gradually speeding up. “You’re so fucking tight” he squeezed his fingers into your waist, huffing softly each time you came down on his length.

You whimper softly, arching your back as you rested your hands on his chest for support. “Fuck” you moaned, breathing heavily as you rode his thick cock, your legs feeling tired already cause of the feeling of being split open was so good, but you kept your pace, going up and down restlessly.

The sound of your sweaty thighs softly smacking against his, along with steam, the smell of sex and smoke filled his room. “Ride on me just like that,” he encourages, taking one more hit before setting the lit joint aside to take hold of your hips, pulling you down forcibly on his cock. “Fuck yourself on this dick angel.”

“Mmm, hee,” you whined, your legs burning and your walls clenching as his words went straight to your core. “Fuck, i love your cock so much,” you moaned, tits jumping up and down in his face as you bounced on it.

“Shit,” your words make his dick twitch inside you, and he feels like he’s not gonna last much longer. “Show me how much you love it.”

His words fuel you to go faster, slamming yourself down on his dick over and over as you clawed at his bare chest.

Your pussy creamed around the condom, a wet mess between your guy's groin area as wet squelching sounds mixed in with your lewd, broken moans.

Heeseung didn’t announce when he came, but you knew by the way his brows creased, and his abs clenched that he was close. “Bounce on it just like that” he groans out and seconds later you felt the familiar hard throbbing of his cock, and he was emptying himself out into the condom with a loud moan.

You kept bouncing on him, and he put his thumb on your overstimulated clit, circling it until you joined him seconds later, squeezing out every last ounce of cum he had left in his body. As it seeped into the condom, you wished that you could feel him cumming, inside you instead.

“Kiss Daddy,” he breathed out, and you didn’t hesitate to kiss him. He pulled you into his chest, and you both passed out seconds later with him still nestled in you.

-

You woke up in his arms the next morning, the blunt from last night completely burnt out in his ashtray, the sun peeking through the curtains blinding you.

You buried your face in his neck, hiding from the sun and inhaling his scent, which was a mixture of sweat cologne, weed and maybe a bit of what you two did last night.

With you tickling his chest, he wakes up from his slumber, gently stroking your shoulder, his eyes still closed. “Hmm,” he groans, his voice deep with sleep. “What time is it, Angel?” He mumbles, looking at the clock.

“It’s 12, baby,” you hum.

“We’re late for breakfast,” he replies groggily, eyes flicking open as he turns to you with a tired smile.

“I could always have mine here,” you joke, nibbling on his pec.

There’s a hint of a smile on his lips as he chuckles. “Come on, Angel,” he whispers, and both of you finally climb out of bed, finding whatever clothes that weren’t stained with sweat or cum.

When you left his room, it was quite awkward as you ate a late breakfast with his bandmates. He had already told them earlier in the morning when you were still asleep, you’d be going on tour with them, and needless to say, they all gave him shit about.

“You fell in love with a girl in the crowd,” Jake teased him first.

“For real, did you see him? He couldn’t keep his eyes off her the second-night dude was trying so hard not to get a boner on stage,” Jay chimed in.

“Enough,” heeseung sighed. “I didn’t fall for shit. I’m just keeping her around for the tour.”

“What?” Jake replied surprised, his eyes puppy-like and innocent.

“Just for the tour, it’s much easier than getting a new girl every night. Plus, her head game is absolute heaven,” heeseung says nonchalantly and kicks his feet up on a small table.

“Dude, that is even low for you, and that’s saying a lot,” Sunghoon said.

“If she’s stupid enough to think I want anything to do with her outside her pussy, then that’s her problem, not mine” he shrugged.

“You’re literally taking her on a tour that still has months left. If I was her, I’d be getting mixed signals too,” Jay states the obvious.

Heeseung reaches into his pocket, lighting up a joint. “Don’t care. She barely even knows me, so I doubt she’s getting mixed signals.”

“Okay, okay, interesting,” Jake hums, rubbing his chin in thought.

“What?” Heeseung asked as he exhaled a puff of smoke.

“So you don’t like her like that, right? Just using her for sex?” Jake asked to confirm.

“And?” Heeseung said, not seeing where Jake was going with this.

“Nothing, nothing,” Jake smirks to himself.

“Whatever bullshit you’re thinking of, you can fuck right off,” heeseung says immediately.

“Nah, it’s cool. It’s just if you don’t like her, I was thinking of getting a piece for myself. I wouldn’t mind some good head right now,” Jake reasons.

“No,” heeseung dismisses right away.

“Bro, why not?” Jake whines. “You don’t like her.”

“I don’t, but I also don’t like the idea of kissing lips that were on your pathetic dick,” heeseung fires back.

“Come on, bros, before hoes, right?” Jake doesn’t let it go as easily as heeseung would like, and Jay and Sunghoon sigh at their antics.

“No, and if any of you fuckers go near her, we’re gonna have serious problems,” heeseung warns.

“Possessive much,” Sunghoon eggs on, and heeseung rolls his eyes, growing tired of the conversation.

“You got it, boss,” Jake saluted. “But hey, if she comes on to me, just know I’m not saying no, especially cause she’s not even claimed that’s free game.” he shrugged.

Heeseung clenched his jaw as he got up, leaving the room where he could still hear them making remarks about you.

That was how his morning went, but hopefully, his afternoon could be spent without his bandmates irritating him.

As you all ate silently at breakfast, heeseung had his hand placed on your knee, stroking it softly while eating away like he hadn’t eaten in days, but after using all his energy on you last night, he needed it, especially for tonight’s show.

The boys gave each other knowing looks and didn’t hesitate to pick up their teasing from earlier in the morning. “So, y/n, where are you from?” Sunghoon grabs your attention as you bite into a slice of bacon.

“Here,” heeseung answers for you, nodding his head with a soft hum.

“Did you know about our group prior to the concert, or did you happen to stumble across us?” Sunghoon continues to have conversation with you.

“U-uhh, no, I’ve listened to you guys for quite a while now,” you answer shyly.

“And who’s your favorite?” You automatically lowered your head shyly, glancing at heeseung.

“All of you,” you answered, and heeseung’s hand that was on your knee paused.

“It’s okay, to be honest,” Jake chuckled, and his voice alone made you blush. His accent was so nice to hear in person.

“Yeah, we’re big boys. We can handle it,” Jay joins in.

“It’s heeseung,” you mutter bashfully, and heeseung smirks to himself at your response. He resumes stroking your kneecap with his thumb.

“Ahh the bad boy” sunghoon says. “Wouldn’t get too close if I were you.”

Heeseung discreetly glared at Sunghoon, sensing exactly where this was going.

You looked at Sunghoon, wondering what he meant by that, but heeseung quickly interjected before you could ask questions. “Okay, it’s time to go over our lines.” heeseung makes up an excuse to get Sunghoon to shut his mouth before he says too much.

“For what? It’s the same set list as last night,” Sunghoon mumbles, taking a drink of juice, the other two noticing the obvious tension.

“Can we talk outside for a moment?” Heeseung excused himself from the table, and Sunghoon followed him, offering you a kind smile.

“The fuck is your problem?” Heeseung asked once out of earshot.

“What are you even talking about?” Sunghoon crossed his arms over his chest, annoyance written in his stance

“What were you about to tell her?” Heeseung demanded.

“Nothing, just the truth. Are we done?” Sunghoon replied, tired of the conversation before it even began.

“No, sunghoon, we’re not done back the fuck off, alright? She’s grown. She can fend for herself and make her own decisions.”

“Why? Scared she won’t stick around when she finds out you fuck anything with a pussy, that you don’t do shit other than smoke, drink, and black out?”

“That’s none of your fucking business, and neither is it hers” heeseung angrily walked past Sunghoon, intentionally bumping his shoulder on the way out.

When they came back, you and the guys were all having a full-blown conversation, smiling and talking with them, learning a little about their off-stage personalities, and now being around them wasn’t half as awkward.

“I’m gonna go shower, okay?” Heeseung whispered to you, kissing you on the cheek. “You can join me if you want.” he licked the shell of your ear teasingly while the guys talked amongst themselves, and you’re thankful they didn’t see just how flustered heeseung’s action made you.

It didn’t take long for you to finish breakfast and politely excuse yourself, following heeseung to the shower, where he was already inside naked, letting the water cascade down his perfect body. “You made it,” he says with a tired smile once you join him inside.

“Yeah,” you whisper, looking up at him, your hands finding their rightful place on his pecs.

His hands naturally roam your lower half squeezing your ass as he bends down to press a kiss to your lips.

He reached down, grabbed his soap, and lathered it on his hands before covering your body in the sudsy foam hands roaming your body but mainly focusing on your ass and breasts, fondling them softly.

You felt his hard cock pressing into you, and you moaned softly. “Heeseung,” he grins, knowing the effect his touch leaves on your body.

“Turn around for me,” he whispered. After cleaning your body, you do as he says, feeling his cock nudged against your ass.

He moves the two of you out of the water stream, pushing you against the wall, your cheek resting on the cold tile, palms pressed into the wall to brace yourself.

He bends down, littering the side of your neck with kisses, hands fondling your breasts as he ruts his cock against your ass.

Your eyes fall shut, mouth parting to let out soft moans as your core begins to pulse with heat.

His hands trail down to your hips, maneuvering your body in the perfect arch.

His hips pressed flush against your ass, his cock slotted between your upper thighs as your arousal stained his hardened cock.

You can’t help but back up against him, eager to feel him inside you.

Smirking at your movement, he pulls his hips back, palm sliding from your right hip to your core, where he inserts two of his thick fingers, taking your breath away.

Your walls clench down on him, immediately welcoming the stretch and the pleasuring glide of his skilled fingers.

“Hmm, yes,” you moan softly, aware of his members being just a few feet away from the two of you.

He opens you nicely as his left-hand drops between your legs to play with your clit.

Your legs nearly give out, but you brace yourself against the wall using your last bits of strength and sanity to hold yourself up, and you can’t believe just his fingers made you this weak.

He bites his lips speeding up the pace of his fingers inside you and on your clit, loving the sound of your wetness. It was so loud it overpowered the sound of the water hitting the shower floor, and he didn’t know what was wetter, the shower or you, as your arousal dripped down his wrist.

Your walls flutter around his fingers, and you let out endless soft moans as the pads of his fingers hit that spot over and over again. “Ah ahh hee, I’m cumming” You mewl, back arching as you squeeze around his fingers tightly, letting the pleasure take over your body.

A relieved smile takes over your features, and your eyes shut in pure bliss as he caresses your walls through your orgasm.

Before you could fully recover from that beautiful orgasm, his fingers slipped out of you, and you were immediately stuffed with his cock. He slowly pushed all the way in with one thrust, his thickness filling you up completely. “Fuckkk,” you cried out, legs shaking in pleasure.

His pace was fast from the start, the loud clap of your wet bodies colliding when he bottomed out, echoing against the tiled walls.

“Hmm, mm,” you moaned with each stroke, your sounds of pleasure never ceasing cause every time he entered, you felt better than the last.

Placing a hand on your lower back, he arches you further, allowing his dick to penetrate your deepest parts.

He grabs your hair with his other hand, tangling it in his palm, exposing your neck so he can lean in and place kisses there.

He fucks into you faster, watching the recoil of your ass every time he slams his thick cock into you, the sight turning him on even more. “Fuck” he groans, breathing deeply through his nose, listening to the sounds of your wet pussy taking his dick.

He can’t help but go rougher with each rut of his hips, making you lose balance. You stumble forward, not prepared for his tip kissing against your cervix. “Taking it so good.” he goes even harder till you’re up against the wall with no choice but to take everything he has to give you, your wet breasts smushed against the walls as he drills into your heat continuously.

Your moans are far louder than they were before, but you can’t help it. It just feels too good. You back your ass up on him, meeting his thrusts, desperately trying to feel all of his cock as you fuck back on him. “Yeah, Angel, that’s it, fuck yourself on daddy’s dick.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you cry out, using all your strength and your desire for the man behind you to press yourself flush against his abdomen fucking yourself on his long thick cock.

His grip tightened in your hair, his right hand going to your clit in circles as he overpowers you, thrusting into you so hard and deep that you can’t keep up; you succumb to the pleasure of taking everything he’s giving you. “Fuck, feels so fucking good” he throws his head back, the warm water from the shower doing little to help the chill running down his spine.

His tip slides in so smoothly, your ridged walls bringing him so much pleasure that he can’t help but cum. He leans forward, wet chest pressed against your back as he moans in your ear. “Cum on this dick, angel” That’s all it takes for you to cream around him. Your body shaking violently, he releases your hair, holding you up by your throat instead, using just enough pressure to bring you unexplainable amounts of pleasure. Your tongue falls out, eyes rolling back in your head, your pussy still begging and aching for his cock.

“More,” you choke out, your oxygen being cut off from his firm grip mixed with steam in the shower.

You reach your hand back, holding onto his waist for some kind of support as he pounds in from behind.

He feels your walls still clenching tightly despite your first orgasm, and he holds off from cumming, making you cum again with the gentle circles he applied to your sensitive clit.

Your legs gave out, and if it wasn’t for him holding you by your throat, you would have collapsed. Your knees gave in, your body trembling, your voice shaking as you let the pleasure consume your body. “Cream on daddy’s dick, angel, just like that,” he murmurs voice low in your ear, hot breath fanning against your skin as he leaves wet open, mouth kisses on your neck and back.

He holds you still, quickly pulling out and jerking his cock. “Daddy’s gonna cum” he groans, spilling his thick creamy cum all over your lower back and ass. “Fuck” he grits through his teeth, stroking his thick cock till his balls are empty and you’re stained in his messy release.

Running a finger through his wet hair, he huffs out a heavy breath leaning back to admire how you look, all wrecked, bent over, and covered in his cum.

He chuckles softly, kissing the center of your back and playfully biting on your shoulder before turning you around to face him. “You liked that a lot, huh?” He teases, looking at your fucked out expression, and all you can do is nod, too overcome with pleasure to properly respond.

He brought you to his chest, standing you up straight as he caressed your body. “I'm addicted to you, Angel,” he hummed against your skin, and you relaxed against him, panting softly. “You know that right?” He grins.

You giggled shyly at his words, feeling giddy and warm as he held you close, washing your body clean of his release.

After the steamy session in the shower, you both got ready, sharing the small sink to brush your teeth together.

When you were done, you exited the bathroom together in nothing but your towel, him following closely after you.

He spanked your bottom, and you giggled, speeding up to escape him. He grinned and chased after you through the living room, blocking the TV screen where Jay and Jake were gaming and shouting about you guys being in the way. Heeseung was giggling while holding his towel around his waist until you guys reached his bedroom, and finally, you had nowhere to run. “Caught you,” he said, out of breath, and held you against him, breathing heavily from chasing you.

With his face so close, your giggles died down in your throat, and he eyed your face, the sunlight poking through the curtains magnifying your beauty, and he couldn’t help but notice how pretty you looked in the natural sunlight freshly out of the shower.

His gaze was so intense it took your breath away as you got lost in it. “You caught me,” you whispered, warm breath fanning his face.

He closed whatever distance was between you two, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

He pulled away, eyes fluttering open as he smiled brightly at you. “Let’s get dressed and go to the store. Gotta get you tour ready.”

-

By the time you and heeseung left the store, it was nightfall, and the concert was about to start. Within an hour, you watched from the sidelines backstage with the band.

It was cool seeing the process and the behind-the-scenes work.

It’s still crazy to think not even a week ago, you’d do just about anything to have this opportunity, and somehow, you’re lucky enough to be here right now. A part of you still couldn’t believe it.

You used to watch them on your computer from your bed, and now you’re fucking the lead singer and getting to attend every concert.

Heeseung noticed you, thinking you were adorable. As you watched them setting up, he walked over to you with a flirty smile on his lips. “Your eyes on me only, please” he teased.

“All I see is you,” you replied, arms encircling his neck as you stood on your tiptoes to peck his lips. “Can’t wait to see you perform.”

“Can’t wait to perform for you,” he smiles, kissing you back, getting a little too lost in the moment, his hands groping your ass as you moan into his mouth, letting his tongue explore you.

“Save it for after the show,” Jay says in protest, watching you guys going at it like teenagers.

Heeseung smirked against your lips, pulling you into him even closer as his bandmates grumbled in the background.

When you needed a breather, he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

“Heeseung!” Jake scolded. “We’re on in one minute.”

“Can’t wait to fuck you after the show” he kissed your lips one last time and headed onto the stage, leaving you a flustered mess.

When you caught your bearings, you quickly went through the front, checking in like normal, except your seat was closest to the stage, a spot reserved for family and friends. You sat down in your spot and waited for the show to start, which was fairly soon since heeseung had taken up all the time to make out with you.

You were enjoying the show like the previous nights, well, for the most part, but when the final song came on, and heeseung was doing his signature move, you couldn’t help the feeling of jealousy that bubbled in your chest cause why was he smiling at other girls and doing it for them and not you?

You knew it was an overreaction on your part, but still, the feeling lingered as girls screamed over him, and he entertained it, too, grabbing their hands and blowing them kisses like you were not even there. Not once did he do any of that with you.

But you remember it’s only fan service.

The show ended, and you went out back to the RV, waiting for them to do their fan meeting. In the back, your mood now completely ruined.

Obviously, you didn’t go cause you knew them personally, so there was really no point, besides you wanted to give yourself a moment to calm down and think rationally because you were feeling jealous for no reason.

You waited for them, scrolling on your phone to pass the time, and still, you couldn’t shake that jealous feeling inside your chest.

When it was over, the first thing heeseung did was find you at the back of the RV on his bed. “Hey, angel,” he smiled tiredly at you, his body still soaked in sweat as he opened his arms for a hug.

You embraced him, feeling the heat still radiating off his body as he engulfed you. “You only watched me, right?” He chuckled, leaning back to admire your beautiful face.

You didn’t say anything, only giving him a small smile as you nodded your head.

It was undeniable that there was indifference on your face, and he didn’t hesitate to question you about it. “What’s wrong, Angel?” He asks tenderly, thumb swiping a small piece of hair away from your face.

“It’s nothing,” you assure him, patting his back, but he’s still not convinced.

“Come on, tell daddy what’s wrong, sugar.” he tilts your chin up, pecking your lips briefly.

“It’s just…” you hesitate.

“Here,” he says, placing his hand on your lower back and climbing into bed with you.

You cuddled up next to him, nervously playing with your hands. “Talk to me.” he placed his hand on your knee, stroking it softly.

“It’s stupid, but it’s just the way you looked at those girls in the crowd.” You feel embarrassed as soon as the words leave your lips, but it’s true, and you aren’t going to lie to him, no matter how embarrassing it is.

A smile tugs at his lips, already knowing what you’re getting at, and he’d be lying if he said that wasn’t his intention. He just wanted to see how much of an effect it’d have on you, and your reaction just boosted his ego. “Angel, it’s all for show. They mean nothing. Besides, why would I waste time on them when I can come backstage to this?” he slides his hand up your thigh, opening your legs slightly and slipping his hand up your skirt, cupping your heat. You gasp, eyes widening in surprise, the insecure thoughts from earlier disappearing in your mind within a second. “Was thinking bout this pussy the whole time,” he leans in, his forehead resting against yours as he thumbs at your clit a little. “Don’t worry, that pretty little head, okay angel?”

Your breathing was heavy, your face hot as he added slight pressure to your clit, stroking it up and down through the material of your underwear. “Hee,” you breathed out weakly, holding his wrist as your eyes closed softly, body easily caving to the pleasure.

“Gonna let daddy satisfy this pussy, hmm?” His middle finger presses against your covered hole teasingly. “Know you want it, Angel. Saw the way you kept looking at me on stage, the look in your eyes practically begging me to fuck you just like the first night I saw you.”

“Hmph,” your eyes roll back in your head as you nod, a soft knot forming on your forehead.

“Hmmm,” he grins softly. “Lay back for me.”

Your body melts into his mattress, and he lays between your legs, hands flipping up the bottom of your skirt, revealing your covered core.

He presses his face right against your cunt, inhaling your scent deeply, eyes closed as his tongue falls out, licking a wet stripe up your pussy.

You whimper, breath already heavy as you feel his warm spit seeping through your panties and wetting your already damp pussy lips.

He sucks your clit through the fabric, his thumbs rubbing soft circles on your thighs as his cock grows beneath his jeans.

He slips your panties to the side, unveiling your pretty little pussy. Licking his lips at the sight, he swiped his tongue along your entrance, the tip poking in and out of your wet hole.

Groaning at the taste of you, he purses his lips, rubbing them along your swollen cunt, head, tilting to the side to make out with your pussy, his tongue flicking inside your hole, exploring you with it and embedding the warmth and feeling of you on his tastebuds.

“Heeseung,” a breathless moan escapes your lips, your body hot with pleasure as he gives your clit some love and attention.

He softly licks on the sensitive bud before pulling it between his soft pink lips.

He pulls away, savoring your juices, eyes closed, as he licks his lips like he’s trying to memorize your taste.

He pushes his face right against your pussy buried between your thighs, his mouth pleasuring every inch of your pussy as he licks you like he’s absolutely in love with your exquisite taste.

Your breath grows heavier while you bury your hands in his damp hair, and that’s when he pumps two thick fingers in your hole, turning you into a complete mess.

Your body reacts to his touch, walls clenching, clit pulsating with arousal as the sound of his wet mouth slurping on your pussy fills your ears.

He hums in satisfaction, curling his fingers up smoothly, flicking the spot he knows makes your knees buckle and your legs shake. “Yes, Daddy,” you whine, eyes shut, focusing on the feeling of him devouring your cunt.

Kneading your left thigh, he continues stroking your pussy with his fingers and sucking your clit precisely till you’re moaning out loudly seconds from your orgasm.

With one final suck, you let go, clamping down violently on his fingers, soaking them in even more of your juices. “Fuck heeseung shit,” you mewl softly.

“Tastes like heaven,” he murmurs, the soft vibrations of his deep voice making you jolt softly, back arching off the bed as you let the pleasure wash over you. “Now let me show you what I was thinking about all night.”

He stands up, ridding himself of each article of clothing, throwing the damp clothes onto the floor somewhere.

His focus soon turns to you, and he impatiently undresses you, his hands yanking down your skirt and panties.

You sit up briefly, allowing him to slip your top over your head, and within the blink of an eye, your bra is unclasped, leaving you completely naked while your clothes join his pile on the floor.

Like every other night the two of you have fucked, he reaches into his drawer, condom packets in hand, along with something else that he sets aside for now before returning to you on the bed.

“On your stomach,” he doesn’t need to tell you twice. It’s automatic at this point. Whatever he says, you do, no questions asked, cause you know whatever he does to you, you’ll love it cause you’re absolutely infatuated with him.

You hear a sharp pop sound but think nothing of it until you feel a warm gel-like sensation between your ass, and before you can question it, you feel his index finger slipping into your ass, gliding in easily with the help of what you come to realize was lube.

“Mhmp,” you gripped his sheets, a whimper leaving your throat as you felt him sink his finger inside you knuckle deep.

“Feels so tight” he straddles your lower half, and you reach your hands behind you pulling your ass cheeks apart and giving him free rein over your body as he fingers your tight rim.

It felt unlike something you’ve ever felt before, but it was so good it had your toes curling.

He made sure you were nice and warmed up, adding in finger after finger till you were well adjusted and taking him with ease. Your body was writhing on the bed. The friction from the sheets against your clit caused your hole to leak immensely, a puddle of arousal between your thighs.

You were moaning softly, coming to love the feeling of something deeply penetrating your ass. His thick fingers prepped you so well.

He grabbed the bottle of lube, squeezing more into his hand, covering his whole shaft from base to tip, groaning softly as he stroked his aroused length. “Gonna let daddy fuck this nice little ass, hmm?”

“Yes, Daddy, please fuck my ass,” you begged shamelessly, but how could you not? The idea of him filling another one of your holes was far too arousing to resist.

He pulls out his fingers, watching your rim twitch with anticipation. He holds the bottle above your hole, squeezing some more lube on and smearing it over your hole with the head of his cock. “Fuck” he curses under his breath. Just the idea of being inside your ass, turning him on.

Pressing his tip on your hole, he slowly sinks in, disappearing inch by inch. The feeling makes you wince. It was unusual but good, really good, as he pushed in deeper, and you felt so full, his thick cock plugging you up completely.

“So fucking tight for me” he moves your hands so he can massage your ass while he stays nestled in you, letting you adjust.

“Ahh,” you moan when he pulls back, feeling his tip sliding in and out of you.

“Like the way daddy feels in that ass, angel?” He bites his lip, hands spreading your cheeks open, watching you sucking him back in every time he pulls out slightly.

“Yes,” you breathe out, relaxing completely and welcoming him inside you.

He drags his hips back just the tip inside before sinking in slowly again. “Fuckkkk me, Angel,” he throws his head back, eyes shut, as he swallows hard, rocking his hips into you, fucking your tight ass.

You lay there taking it, your lower half feeling numb but so good.

You never imagined that his dick would feel so good in your ass, but now that you’ve felt him like this, you think you might already be addicted, and you never wanted him to pull out. “Fuck my ass, hee,” you cry weakly, taking his dick to the hilt.

“Yeah? Like that, huh? Taking my dick up your tight little ass, right angel?”

You moan in response, and that gives him all the confirmation to keep going fucking your ass without a care in the world.

He drops his head down to watch his cock disappear in your ass. Your hole stretched open to take his thick veiny length. “Want daddy to cum in your ass? Claim this tight little hole.”

“Hmm, mm yes, d-daddy, please.”

“Mhh yeah, such a slut for daddy’s cock and cum aren’t you, angel?” You nodded frantically, your hole squeezing around his cock, begging for his cum.

He grabs your wrist holding your arms back, using you for leverage to slam his cock deep in your ass. His hot sweaty skin slams against yours, the loud sound echoing in his room as you scream out in pleasure. “Fuck yeah, scream for this dick,” he moans, sweat leaking from his forehead as he drills into you. “Gonna cum in your ass, angel,” he grunts, stilling inside you, his tired hips bucking while releasing your arms and falling on top of you, panting heavily as his cum shoots deep inside your ass. “God fuck” he breathes out, nuzzling into your neck, hips thrusting incessantly as he fills you with every last drop, his body trembling in pleasure.

It takes you both a moment to even move your bodies, feeling paralyzed from the pleasure.

He kisses your neck and pulls out his soft dick. Some minutes later, his milky white cum escapes your hole and drips down between your thighs onto the sheets.

You turn over on your back, covered in sweat, breathing heavily, the feeling of his cock inside your ass still lingering as you clench around nothing.

You stare up at the ceiling, not really able to pay attention to your surroundings after being fucked utterly senseless.

Heeseung grabbed the condom packet from earlier, tearing it open and sliding it down his hard length. He was insatiable. Something about your body had his body reacting in ways it hadn’t before. He was already hard again in seconds.

He takes place between your legs, grabbing your thighs and positioning them around his thin waist.

He smirks at the look of shock on your face as he aligns himself with your hole.

You looked between your legs, watching as he slowly pushed his tip in. “Hee-heeseung,” you gripped his biceps, holding on for dear life as he entered you, pausing to lean in and give you a kiss.

“Need you so fucking bad,” he whines, veins bulging in his neck as he bottoms out, every muscle in his body sore he should rest, but he can’t help himself. His cock betrays him as it goes impossibly hard inside you, twitching and begging for another release.

“Then take me,” you say hoarsely, watching him fall apart above you, his sweat leaking down onto your body as his mouth falls open in a silent moan while he slowly fucks into you. “Take my fucking pussy, Daddy. It’s all yours,” you moan, squeezing your breasts and toying with your nipples.

“Fuck” he moans impatiently, snapping his hips as if he’s jealous of your hands. He moves them out of the way, trading places so he can fondle your breasts and tweak your hardened nipples instead. “So soft.” he squeezed your mounds, rolling his hips sensually, his tip filling you up entirely.

Your hands roam his sweaty abdomen until you reach his chest, thumbs circling his nipples, and he feels himself losing it. It was all too much for him to withstand. His cock was already so sensitive from cumming prior, and he couldn’t stop himself.

Knowing he wasn’t far off, he left your breasts to play with your clit rubbing it up and down harshly. “Cum on daddy’s dick, angel, Please, need to feel you,” his voice comes out soft and pleading. “Cum with me, please,” he begs.

The sound of his moans mixed with the feeling of his body on top of yours and his cock reaching that special spot had you easily coming undone, walls spasming around his condom-covered shaft. “H-heeseung,” you huffed out. It felt like an out-of-body experience, and all you felt was pleasure riddled all over your body.

“Fuck yes, just like that, keep squeezing my dick, angel” he cums inside the condom hard, spurt after spurt shot out, and he so badly wanted to cum in your pussy instead.

He rests on top of you, both your bodies drenched in sweat and exhausted out of your minds.

As you both lay there panting, he pulls out of you with a gentle hiss, his cock softening as he peels the condom off his sensitive length.

He’s shocked to see the amount of semen filling up nearly half the condom, and he’s surprised it didn’t overflow. He can’t remember a time he’s ever cum that much.

Tossing the used latex aside, he hovers over your body, and before he can even think about moving to take a shower, your arms are reaching for him. He gives In immediately, body too tired to say no.

He held you in his arms, and neither of you said a word, but nothing needed to be said after that heated moment, and just minutes later, you both drifted off to sleep.

-

You woke up next to a naked heeseung laying on his back as you lightly trailed his chest with your fingertips.

You see him smile before opening his eyes, his groggy morning voice getting you. “Hey, angel”

“Hey, hee,” you cuddle up closer to him, and he wraps an arm around you.

“My angel sleep well?” He clears his voice gently as he opens his eyes, looking down at you from the corner of his eye.

You nodded shyly, resting your head on his chest.

“Daddy knows how to put his angel to sleep,” he teases, referring to last night, you hid your head in the crook of his neck, shy at the mention of last night. “You took me so well, Angel. Didn’t know you had all that in you.” he goes on further, teasing you for the fun of it. “Just thinking about it is making me hard.”

From his praise, you gained a surge of confidence, your hand slyly lowering to between his legs. “Yeah?” You bit your lip softly, your eyebrow slightly raised.

“Ooh shit,” he chuckles lightly as you slowly stroke his dick under the sheets. “Yeah, really.” he turns on his side, cupping your cheek and pressing a soft kiss on your lips before leaning up.

You smiled at him, kissing along his chest while pumping his cock. “Get on your knees and suck it.”

You obey his order, getting out of bed and getting on your knees right away.

He sits up, legs spread out, and you busy your hands on his dick, both of them working up and down his shaft while he reaches into his drawer, grabbing the supplies to roll his blunt for the morning.

You occupy yourself with his dick enveloping him in your mouth, savoring the taste of his cock on your tongue as you lap at his wet slit.

His eyes are drowsy, hooded with sleep and arousal as he packs the paper with ground-up weed. “Keep sucking it like that, Angel,” he sighs, watching himself disappear in your warm wet mouth, running a hand through his messy hair.

His abs tense, toes curling at the sensation when he feels close. He holds your cheek, keeping you still. “Lick it for me, Angel.” he holds the paper to your mouth, letting you wet the it so he can seal his blunt. “There you go, lick it the same way you lick my cock” he bites his lips, enjoying the sight of your wet tongue swiping along the paper. “Good,” he cooed, stroking your cheek. “Now suck” he holds the blunt to your lips, lighting it up and letting you take the first hit.

When you exhale, he guides your head back to his dick, and you open up, taking his hard length in your mouth again, slurping him up.

He shudders when the blunt hit his lips, the feeling of your saliva coming in contact with his lips making his eyes roll and his thighs twitch as he inhales deeply, his head falling backward as he indulges in his two favorite things: sex and drugs.

He puts his hand on the back of your head, bobbing your mouth up and down on him, saliva spilling down to his balls as he makes you deepthroat him and gag on his tip.

His muscles convulse as you tighten on his sensitive tip. “Fuck, angel, your mouth is heaven,” he groans, hips bucking lightly to stroke the back of your throat.

He takes another hit holding in the smoke and pushing his cock as deep down your throat as you can take it.

You squeeze his thighs, eyes watering as you choke on his thick cock.

A glob of wetness drips from your hole, loving the feeling of his heavy cock on the back of your tongue.

Despite gagging on his length multiple times, you don't stop and instead pick up the pace, his tip hitting your tonsils over and over again.

“Hah fuck” he sighs, watching you take it deep. “Just like that, keep gagging on your daddy’s big dick” he exhales the smoke in his mouth, his high approaching while he gets high from each puff. “You like that?” He bends down slightly, his voice much softer and sweeter than the actions you’re performing between his legs.

You nod your head, mouth never leaving his dick as you continue sucking him off. “Yeah, angel? You like choking on me?”

You moan on his cock, eyes rolling in the back of your head, and to see you enjoying it as much as him, if not more, only satisfied him tenfold. “You want daddy’s cum angel? Gonna swallow me?” He whispered.

Another moan erupts from the back of your throat, the idea of tasting him making excitement rise in your body. “Yes, Daddy, give me your cum want it so bad” You pull off his cock just long enough to beg him for his release, and you’re back to sucking him, slobbering all over his cock eagerly.

“Fuck angel, take your daddy’s cum and swallow like a good little fucking girl,” he groans, releasing strongly down your throat, hot thick spurts of cum spilling on your tongue as you swallow him greedily.

You moan nonstop, savoring his taste. “Shit shit,” he whispered, his body stuttering as he cums even harder than last night.

His blunt twitches between his fingers as he emptied into your mouth, his balls tightening with every drop. “Fuckkkkkkk,” he sighs, whimpering softly, his heavy panting filling up the RV. “Oh my god,” he falls back on the mattress, completely spent.

You lick him all the way from his balls to tip, sucking him off till he goes completely soft, and even then, it’s hard for you to pull away, and you think you’re addicted to sucking his cock. He was just so perfect, and he tasted so good you’d spend all day between his legs if he’d let you.

You stand up and straddle his waist on the bed, your wet pussy hovering over his soft cock as you lean down and kiss his lips.

He hums, exhausted, still catching his breath.

You take the blunt from between his fingers before it can burn into the sheets and take another hit. “Just what I needed to start my day.” he lazily places his arm on your lower back, holding you gently.

You smiled, holding the blunt to his lips, slowly grinding down on him, but he held you still. “I can’t, angel. We gotta get ready for tonight,” he tells a white lie and flips you over on your back, laying you back in bed.

“Just a quickie,” you pout, arms wrapping around his neck.

“I can’t.” he props himself up, headed to take a shower.

“Please?” You whine, arms reaching out for him.

“I already told you I can’t,” he replied, growing frustrated within a matter of seconds. “Just do it yourself,” he says, not paying attention to you. “I’ll fuck you good after you already know that” he walks over to you, stroking your cheek. “Okay, angel, just be ready for me.”

“Okay,” you sigh disappointedly, but you knew he was busy, and you didn’t want to interfere with his work. “Can I join you?”

“Yeah, come on, Angel.” he takes your hand, leading you to the shower with him, and you both lazily wash each other's bodies, your energy on E from all your sessions with him.

You share a few kisses in between, taking turns washing each other's hair until you’re both clean. After your shower with him, you both get ready for the night, and he is off to do rehearsals.

At least that’s what he told you.

“I wanna come to rehearsals,” you hugged him, swaying him back and forth affectionately.

“I know, Angel” he brings your hand to his mouth and kisses it. “But just rest, okay? We’ve been on the road a lot, and I just think it’s best for you, yeah?”

“But,” he put his finger up to your mouth to shush you.

“No, buts angel, just rest up, and I’ll be back soon enough. Save all your energy for me tonight.” he kissed your forehead gently and left without another word.

Not only did heeseung do rehearsals, but he also went to a club.

Alone.

Leaving you all by yourself for hours on end with no contact.

You: Baby, when are you coming back?

You texted him and got no answer. After an hour, you tried to get ahold of him again, but still no answer.

You decided to call Sunghoon since he’d given you his number, and luckily, he picked up, updating you on what was going on. “Hey, I was wondering if you’d give the phone to heeseung. He’s not answering,” you bit on your nail nervously.

“Heeseung? I’m not with him right now, but I’ll let him know you called,” Sunghoon answers.

“But I thought you guys had rehearsals?” You reply.

“Rehearsals? We already did that yesterday. Me and the guys went out to eat. We haven’t seen heeseung all day.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Wait, so you haven’t seen him at all either?” Sunghoon questioned.

“No, not since earlier this morning, he said he had rehearsals.”

It was silent on the line for a moment before Sunghoon spoke, and he had a bad feeling in his stomach. “Okay, I’ll call him and let you know if he answers.”

“Okay, bye, thanks, sunghoon.” You hang up, and that information does nothing to soothe your nerves cause now heeseung lied to you.

You wonder why.

Unbeknownst to anyone, he had stopped at a club in the area he was familiar with. He had connections with a lot of people in town, and he was so excited to know that the band would be touring in his hometown. The first spot he thought of was the little club he used to frequent in his high school days.

He met up with an old group he used to buy from, and the rest was history.

With a pit in your stomach, you continued to scroll on your phone to pass the time while waiting for heeseung. The guys had come home around an hour ago and headed to bed early, not thinking much of his absence, but you stayed up waiting for heeseung, and when he finally arrived, you engulfed him in a hug, happy that he was back and slightly worried about him for being out so late. “Missed me, angel?” He chuckles cockily.

“Yes, you were gone all day,” you pout.

Your nose scrunched after smelling perfume on him, and a wave of panic and jealousy came flooding in. “What’s that smell?”

“What smell?” He asks curiously.

“It’s just it smells like perfume,” you mutter, trying to keep your negative feelings at bay.

“Oh, don’t sweat it, baby. There were a lot of people there, so…” he trails off, trying to kiss you again.

“A lot of people where?” You ask.

He breathes out through his nose, eyes flicking back and forth to quickly come up with another lie. “Uhh, at rehearsals.”

“But I called Sunghoon, and he said you had rehearsed yesterday,” You push for answers.

“Oh yeah, the band did, but I have different rehearsals for vocals.” The way the lies fall from his lips doesn’t faze him in the slightest.

You nodded your head in understanding, but you still didn’t feel quite right. You were probably just overthinking things. “You must be tired.” You caressed his shoulders gently.

“Not too tired for you, told you I’d fuck you good didn’t I angel?” He smirks, backing you toward the bed.

“You did,” you smile, hands slipping into his black leather jacket and slipping it off his wide shoulders, leaving him in his blue jeans and a white tank top.

“So lay back for me, Angel. Close your eyes and enjoy it.” he lays you flat on the bed, dropping down to his knees, hands slowly spreading your legs open. “I missed your pussy so fucking much,” he whispers, peppering soft kisses along your thighs, serving as an appetizer before the main course. “Just wanna be inside you all day,” he groans like the fact he can’t be hurt him. “Need to taste you all the time.”

Your eyes flutter shut, enjoying his soft kisses just like he told you to, your breath hitches as he rolls up your skirt, revealing your panties, the white and lavender pair he bought for you when he took you to the mall.

His cock twitches involuntarily, and he presses his face against your crotch, inhaling the alluring scent of your arousal. “Oh fuck” he whispers, palming over his bulge, lightly impatient to feel your tightness around him.

He places gentle eager kisses over your clothed pussy nipping at your clit through the fabric. “Hee-“

His eyes fall shut, hands kneading your thighs as he sticks out his tongue, teasing you through the material, dampening it with his saliva.

You grip the sheets, biting on your lip. You feel his cold fingers slip your panties to the side, his warm breath replacing the coolness of his fingers.

His lips press softly against your core. Your body shudders in sensitivity, his warm lips kissing your vulva.

Sticking out his tongue, he flicks your engorged bud, and you whimper, brows creasing from the feeling of his tongue.

He laps at your hole, gathering your sweet slick on his tongue and savoring your taste. “Hmm, tastes like heaven,” he hums against your heat, tongue licking up and down.

He slides his left hand up your thigh, finger prodding at your hole. He swiped his finger along your opening, collecting your wetness on his finger and slipping it inside.

You clenched down on his finger immediately, and he started pumping it in and out, his thick finger working you open.

Your hands left the sheets to grip his black hair, tugging it lightly.

He groans from the slight sting, adding another finger just to feel you grip his hair tighter, pleasure mixing with the pain, a feeling he was used to.

He stretched your walls open with the thickness of his fingers fucking into your hole and licking your clit.

“Hee, I-“ he fastens the pace of his tongue, his fingers steadily moving into you, curling up and rubbing your sweet spot.

Your body shook, thighs trembling until you felt it, but it was more intense than before. Your mouth parted, eyes squeezing shut as you gave in, focusing on the feeling of his tongue on your sensitive clit and his thick fingers fucking your hole.

For the first time, you squirted, and it felt like nothing you’ve ever felt before. You couldn’t worry about the wetness soaking him, too lost in pleasure, gripping his hair as pleasure surged through you so intensely, only a faint ringing in your ears as you lay limp on the bed panting.

“Oh fuckkkkk,” you whine, back arching off the bed as you grind on his fingers, hips rolling in a circle, getting the absolute most of your orgasm.

“Just like that, squirt on your Daddy’s face,” he says, voice filled with pure delight as he drinks from you, swallowing it down like he’d die of thirst if he didn’t catch every last drop. “Love this fucking pussy so damn much,” he groans, eyes rolling back in his head, tongue tirelessly licking at your hole, begging for more.

He slowly caressed your walls, his fingers slipping out along with more of your wetness.

He latched his mouth onto your hole, sucking out everything your body had to give him.

Finally pulling away, he nudged your clit with the tip of his nose, inhaling you one last time.

He leans back on his knees, admiring your blissed-out state with a smirk on his face.

You’re heaving eyes barely open, soft pants falling from your bitten lips. You watch as he stands between your legs, the bulge in his jeans evident, and even though you have already come, your walls clamp down around nothing, begging to be filled by him.

He rubs over the thick bulge in his pants, biting on his lip. “Open up for Daddy.” he pulls his zipper down, opening the button on his jeans while you spread your legs wider. “That’s my angel,” he breathes out, lowering his jeans around his waist, then his boxers unveiling his cock.

You’ve seen him many times before, but it only got better with time, his pretty cock leaking precum, his full balls waiting to be emptied. The sight alone had your heart racing and your pussy dripping.

He placed his hands on your inner thighs, stroking the soft flesh. “Such a pretty pussy” he positioned his shaft between your swollen pussy lips, gliding it back and forth, covering his dick in your arousal.

You whimper softly, the sensitivity almost too much for you to handle, but your body welcomes him and craves him like you were meant to be pleasured by his cock till you couldn’t take it anymore.

He rolls his hips, his tip catching on your clit just right. “F-fuck” he smirks, pursing his lips, watching his dick getting drenched in copious amounts of your leak.

“Look at it, baby” he motions his head between your legs, and you lift your head, eyeing his girthy cock rubbing your pussy.

Your eyes grow lidded, filled with arousal, as you spot the dot of precum on his tip. “So big,” you whimper.

“Yeah? Daddy’s big?” You nodded your head, eyes focused on his cock. “You like that, huh?”

“Yes,” you swallowed dryly. “Want you to fuck me with your big cock, Daddy, please” You look at him in the eyes, hips bucking up in need of his cock.

“It’s hard not to fuck you when you talk to me like that.”He withdrew his hips, aligning himself with your hole, easily pushing inside you, burying his length to the depths of your pussy with one thrust.

Your mouth parted in a silent moan, eyes going back to your head as your walls clenched around him. “Maybe I’ll talk to you like that more often,” you say breathlessly.

“You’re so naughty, angel.” He grins. “That feel good? Like to be fucked by a big cock?” He kneads your thighs, creating a steady rhythm and releasing that ache between your legs.

“Yes, Daddy” You hold the backs of your thighs, spreading even wider, head falling back against the mattress as he fucks into your little hole.

“Angel,” he breathes out through his nose, clenching his jaw as he speeds up the pace till your breasts are sloshing with each strong thrust.

“Yes, Daddy,” you mewl walls gushing more wetness around his shaft.

He pulls you to the edge of the bed, knees slightly bent as he fucks into you, his thrusts animalistic, his heavy balls slapping your ass with each stroke.

He pushed his tank top up, tucking it under his chin, watching your pussy creaming his dick. “Fuck, angel, that’s it. Get daddy’s dick nice and creamy” On cue, the wet sounds of him sliding in and out fill your ears, the sound so sinful yet pleasurable. “Keep creaming for me, Angel”

He ruts into you like a rabbit in heat, his thrusts messy, rushed, and impatient for a release. “You’re so fucking tight. You feel so good on my dick,” he groans, going even faster till you see stars, the white ring coating his cock, turning him on even more.

“Fuck yessss daddddy,” you whine, voice vibrating in your throat from each harsh slam of his hips.

“Yeah, daddy’s fucking you good, huh? Just like I promised.” he bit his lip, concentrating on hitting your spot with his tip, and he knew he found it when you let out the most feral moan he’d ever heard.

“Yes, you’re fucking me so good, love your cock so much, hee,” you squeak, your lower half feeling numb from the constant rubbing of his cock against your walls you.

“So warm.” Your scorching walls brought him so much pleasure, so tight and wet around him, he couldn’t take it anymore. His head was spinning as droplets of sweat wet his mattress.

His hand was between your legs in seconds, using his thumb to circle your clit. “Cum on Daddy’s big cock since you love it so much.”

“Yes, yes, yes” You held onto his hips for support losing yourself to the feeling of his cock drilling into you, another orgasm being coaxed from your body.

Your arousal stained his sheets, splatters flying against his abdomen as he fucked you through it. “Yeah…” he breathes out, rubbing your thighs, and he slows his pace when he notices he’s without a condom. “Fuck angel, daddy’s gotta pull out.”

Before you can comprehend, he’s already pulled out, jerking his cock in front of you.

Despite still being out of it, you sat up, replacing his hand with your own. “Ohh fuck fuck” he holds your wrist to ground himself, his length throbbing as you stroke him off, getting him closer and closer the second your lips wrap around the bulbous head of his cock, his body surrendered, shuddering as his balls tensed, and he releases his creamy cum inside your mouth. “Angel…..” he gasps softly, body hunched forward, abs tensing as you suck him dry with a pleased hum.

You moan around his cock, taking it far in the back of your throat, your tastes still lingering on his shaft as you swallow.

“Shit angel, yeah, swallow me just like fucking that” he bucks his hips slightly, his tip touching the back of your throat as he savors the feeling of releasing on your sweet tongue, and he can’t understand how every hole made him cum so hard, your body was so fucking perfect for him, made just pleasuring his dick.

You released him from your mouth, licking around his base for good measure.

With a pleasured sigh, he lays next to you on the bed, his chest rising and falling with every heavy breath.

Neither of you speaks, but when he does, his first words are. “Wanna share a blunt with me?”

That sounded like the best idea after getting your brains absolutely fucked out.

-

It’s been a few months since you’ve been on tour with the band. It was all fun. You’d seen sights you never thought you would, you tried all types of food, and honestly, it was everything you could have ever dreamed of. You and Heeseung were still together, of course, but he’s yet to put a label on it for now. He said he had something planned for you after the tour, and you trusted him and didn’t bring up the topic anymore. In the meantime, you got closer to the guys, and they were accustomed to your presence, treating you as if you were one of them, which you appreciate.

You even smoked with them a few times on occasions like right now, you were all in the living room area when heeseung made an appearance from his room where he’d just woken up.

Heeseung walked to the living room, eyes scanning you, then his members, and then Jake, who was a little too close to you for his comfort, but he didn’t say anything. “I’m gonna head out for a quick walk and grab a bite to eat,” heeseung announced, not giving anyone time to respond other than a quick bye and Jake shouting at him to get Taco Bell on his way back.

You were laid up on the couch next to Sunghoon, Jake, and Jay, slouching on the little beanbags in the corner while you all played video games and drank.

Heeseung lied like he always did. He wasn’t going to walk or eat. He was gonna meet up with a dealer that was in the area the girl he bought from when he said he had “rehearsals,” the one's perfume you smelled. He was connected through a friend of a friend. Their business ran across the whole city, so it wasn’t hard for him to find what he needed.

And the guys were none the wiser.

Cause they put their trust in him.

Stupid, stupid move.

He rushed out so quickly, barely muttering a bye cause he needed his fix now. He knew they had the good stuff and couldn’t wait much longer to get some. They had it all: weed, pills, cocaine, everything he needed for a real good high.

And he bought it all using the money he made from tour to feed his secret addiction when it should have been being saved for band equipment for a new tour bus, anything but a drug that did nothing but alter his mood.

He was selfish to use money that also belonged to his bandmates, but he wasn’t a man of integrity, so he didn’t care about anything other than funding his habit at the expense of others.

But he couldn’t think rationally. How could he when his mind was distorted and filled with thoughts of when he could get his hands on the next blunt or a pack of pills?

He was so far gone from reality he was practically programmed at this point. It was like clockwork blunt in the morning, hard drugs by evening, another blunt at night, and a few drinks to cap it off.

All in the secrecy of his room, free from judgment.

That was his life, and he wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon.

He knew it was wrong, but why did it feel so right? Why did he feel better high than sober if it was so wrong?

Besides, he wasn’t harming anyone. What they didn’t know couldn’t hurt them.

Which is the reason heeseung nipped Sunghoon in the bud before he could tell you about his past.

He knew you wouldn’t want anything to do with him. If you knew what he got into, you’re far too innocent to know any better, and he wasn’t about to tell you either. If you were naive enough to believe everything he was telling you, then so be it.

But that was no one else business besides his and yours.

It was midnight when he came back. You and the guys were still up, and when he arrived, you tried to greet him, but he snuck off to his room, saying he didn’t feel well after eating.

Another lie.

“Hey, wheres my taco bell?” Jake sulks, only getting a door slam in response.

You pouted from heeseung’s recent absence but respected his wishes; meanwhile, his bandmates assured you he’d be fine. “He’s like that sometimes,” Sunghoon tells you, but the distance he’s been putting between you still left an uneasy feeling in your gut.

You remember the first time he kinda just left you high and dry. It was a few months ago, the day he had “rehearsals.” You never really trusted him fully after that because that’s the day he lied to you and the first day he turned down sex with you, and that’s when you felt the shift. It didn’t happen every day, maybe once a week, but he seemed really fidgety while rushing out of the RV tonight as well as times in the past, and every time you brought it up, he’d always just say he was tired, and again, you left it alone not wanting to disturb him.

But for the most part, he seemed to be okay, so you didn’t worry too much. You and the guys continued the board game you were playing together, but hours later, there was still no sight of heeseung. You thought he’d join later, but you figured he must have really not been feeling well when he didn’t come out of his room for hours. Usually, he would have made an appearance by now, but nothing.

Heeseung sat in his room, clueless of your worries, his music playing softly on his speaker, a blunt in his hand, and a white line on his desk waiting to be snorted.

He sat back, staring at the line, just reminiscing about his past, the thoughts causing tears to well in his eyes, but he quickly sucked it up and quit crying.

It was pointless. It’s not like anyone was going to comfort him anyway.

Leaning forward, he uses an old debit card, making a perfect white line, pushing down on one side of his nose and inhaling deeply before relaxing against his bed, waiting for the pain to wash away.

An escape from reality, that’s all he’s ever wanted, and drugs were a gateway to his forbidden paradise.

While losing himself to the feeling, he softly mumbles the lyrics to the song playing. “There’s no rainbows, just white lines” he smiles softly, the lyrics oh so fitting for his life.

Never once did he feel an ounce of shame or guilt while consuming the substances he swore to the guys he’d never take again.

All his life, he’s been trying trying so hard to be a person worthy of love, someone who deserved to be loved cause his parents never did.

They only pushed him into a career that he didn’t favor, scolded him for getting a grade too low, and punished him for his hobbies and passions physically and emotionally.

Most days, he felt sadness, hurt, or anger because he never felt good enough for them. It’s like every move he made was a disgrace, and throughout the years, it would only prove to be even more difficult because he was always bullied for singing and not playing football. The guys at his school were also ruthless.

In high school, it got really bad because not only was he bullied for being a nerd, but that’s also when he got heartbroken by his first love, and what made it ten times worse was it wasn’t just a breakup, no.

She cheated on him with the guy who bullied him the most, and that’s why it hurt so bad. The betrayal was utterly heartbreaking. Being cheated on wasn’t even the worst part. It was the fact she deliberately did it to him just to play with his feelings. It was all a huge prank, and while he was giving it his all to make his first and only relationship work, she was laughing and scheming behind his back.

He was used to it from his parents, but when his own girlfriend did it too, that was a new type of sadness that he hadn’t experienced before, and that’s when he realized it wasn’t just his parents that could cut him so deeply but lovers too.

Fast forward to college, and he finally moved out of his parent's place or, more less, got kicked out cause he didn’t take up med school. They practically disowned him. They didn’t even speak to him for years. Hell, they talked to the mailman more than him.

In college is where he really turned into an unrecognizable monster. That’s where his whole personality was formed. That’s when he got into countless drugs that nearly ended his life and also when he decided that after his first relationship failed, he wasn’t going to try anymore. At that point, that’s when the girls came in.

Countless girls.

Ones he couldn’t even name if he thought hard about it. He didn’t even know their faces.

He was high or drunk for more than half of them, but who cares? He didn’t have feelings for them, nor did they for him, so it was a win-win.

That’s another thing: people only made friends with him because of his looks. That’s what made him popular with women in school, but even then, it wasn’t about him or his personality or his character. It was something fleeting, shallow and vein.

After a while, he just accepted the fact that he was unlikeable, No friends, no parents who loved him, and no girlfriend that could only mean one thing.

Finally, after he graduated…. Shocking, he knows, but despite all the bullshit, he was quite smart. He just never used his knowledge for much.

He did his own thing, making money at a fast food chain to fund his rent, plus his addiction. In his free time, he did go to small concerts in his area, and that’s when he started taking his path in music seriously. Well, he always took it seriously but never really pursued it cause his parents didn’t like it, but it doesn’t much matter now cause his parents were done with him.

One night at an old bar, he found Jay Jake and Sunghoon, independent artists trying to make their come up their music style matched his taste. They had just lost their vocalist, who decided to join another band, so he thought it was perfect.

Luckily, he was able to catch up with them after their performance. They drank and smoked in the lounge while talking about musicians they liked as the conversation progressed, and their ideas seemed to align. He let them hear some of his music, and that’s how the band was formed.

Just like that.

In one night.

For the first time, he had friends.

Though he was finally able to live his passion, the boy he used to be, the one with big hopes and dreams, he was long gone, buried under drugs and money.

But surprisingly, despite his addiction, he still worked well, and the band turned out to be quite successful, and even he was impressed with himself.

Because deep down, he still feels those harsh words of his parents telling him that he’ll never amount to anything if he pursued music, but yet here he is touring the world with his bandmates and a girl too stupid and naive to know he’s useless.

But having friends and a girl made him feel somewhat normal for once, a feeling he never got to learn cause by age ten, his life was already over before it even started.

He almost wants to call his parents to shove it in their faces that he’s become successful, but what would be the point? They wouldn’t care, and like they were always so good at, he’s sure they would find every excuse and avenue to beat down and degrade his accomplishments.

That was just his parents; besides, they were probably off celebrating his brother for his accomplishments. He rolls his eyes at the thought, the resentment he felt towards his brother was purely because of his parents constantly comparing the two. His brother never really did anything wrong, but the praise he received for achieving his goals vs the demeaning insults his parents would throw at him was enraging.

Which led heeseung to distance himself from the whole family. And it’s not like his brother ever tried to reach out to him either, never stood up for him, so who the fuck cares anymore?

His life was shit he knew that much and he just accepted it. He had to, but not without a little drug holding his hand in this walk of life and keeping him sane along the way.

He taps his foot along to the beat, drifting off into a space where no one existed, just the sound of the music and the serene feeling running through his veins.

It felt as though this was where he belonged, alone with his music, free from letting down others and just enjoying life one high at a time.

Nothing got him feeling this type of high. In a long time, the mix of weed and cocaine had always been his favorite. It just made him feel so calm.

And he needed calmness in the middle of the chaos that racked his brain on the daily.

He does one line two lines through each nostril, and he feels like he’s floating, so tempted to keep going see how far he can take it, and maybe if he’s lucky, he’d overdo-

A loud banging makes him jump, his once relaxed mood gone as he scrambles to hide all the evidence of the substances he’d abused.

Oh.

One thing that wasn’t mentioned.

He’s almost overdosed multiple times after shows. He’d just go silent and then lock himself in his room for long periods of time.

Which wasn’t too unusual for the guys. They just assumed he was tired and needed a reset.

It was only one time he didn’t come out for days. Luckily, there were no shows coming up cause he hadn’t been to rehearsals or anything, just in his bed all day.

When they found him, they had to bust open the door cause he wasn’t answering. The sight made their stomachs drop, catching him in a state they’d never seen him in before.

Secluded and cut off from everything, pupils were blown and unmoving, almost like he was somewhere else, as he stared off into the distance, surrounded by weed smoke.

The fear running through their veins was palpable. They shook him over and over, and all he did was smile lazily at them high out of his mind.

It was only a minute before they took action and rushed him into the hospital. He was fine, more than fine, but they ruined it, pulling him from his peace.

Everyone was affected by the worrying state they had found him in, but once they realized what had happened, sunghoon definitely took it the hardest. Heeseung was his role model for reasons he hadn’t told anyone, but heeseung let him in on a few things from his past. Though heeseung was still very closed off, he did open up to the guys on occasion, but Sunghoon was the one he confided in the most. Sunghoon never knew it was bad enough for heeseung to want to end his life, and somewhere he felt guilty for not being a good enough friend for heeseung to want to stay alive.

That’s why it hit him harder. He felt guilty cause he should have been able to help heeseung since he knew the most about him, and he always blamed himself for that day at the hospital and all the times that came after.

Cause there were many times after.

They all did weed, sometimes even heavy drugs on occasion, but heeseung was on another level, and he used behind their backs.

Heavily.

And that’s what they all found out together at the hospital.

They had a deep, long talk, and heeseung swore he was done after seeing his bandmates worried hurt by his actions, but then that little devil in the back of his brain told him. “No, they don’t care about you. They’re using you 'cause they need a singer,” and after that, he used and used and continues to use.

Leading up to this moment. “Yo heeseung!“ sunghoon pounded on the door while heeseung quickly slid everything under the bed, everything but one crucial piece of evidence.

“What?” He yanked the door open, answering Sunghoon agitatedly.

“What? You’ve been in here for hours?” Sunghoon pointed out the obvious, and he had a feeling something was off. The last time heeseung had been locked in his room this long, nothing good came out of it.

“So?” Heeseung responded defensively, sniffling discretely and rubbing at his nose, and that’s when Sunghoon noticed.

A look of anger washed away his once composed-looking features, and he barged into the room, shoving heeseung out of the way before he could protest. “What the fuck are you doing?!” He shouts.

Sunghoon rummaged throughout his room, easily finding his worrisome stash and the old card on the table covered in white, along with needles and countless bottles of liquor.

“Get the hell out and stop touching my stuff!” Heeseung shouted.

“No! What the fuck are you doing?” Sunghoon holds the bag of white, pushing it in heeseung’s face.

“It’s none of your business.” heeseung tried to yank the bag away to no avail.

“No!” Was all Sunghoon said before taking everything from the stash.

“I paid good money for that, give it back.” heeseung’s eyes went wide. He looked as if he was almost going crazy.

The look in his eyes could only be described with one word.

Addict.

Once you and the others heard the commotion, you all came running to heeseung’s room.

“What’s going on?” Jake’s voice faded into the background, a look of disappointment on his face along with Jay as soon as they discovered the scene.

Heeseung lowered his head in shame after being caught, quietly taking the bag back sunghoons hands.

“Tell them heeseung, tell them all and your little girlfriend. Oh wait, I forgot she’s not even your girlfriend 'cause you can’t even commit to her, let alone us, only this bullshit” he flicked the debit card in heeseung’s face making him flinch.

Your brows furrow in confusion, wondering what is even going on, and heeseung never even looked at you to explain, nor did the guys.

The silence takes over. The only thing that can be heard is sunghoons heavy breathing. “I…” heeseung speaks, and before he can even get a word out, sunghoon punches him right against his jaw, causing him to stumble back, the rage overtaking him. The guys try to help get him off, but it’s too late. Sunghoon lands at least three more blows before they can pull him off.

But Heeseung retaliated, throwing a few of his own until he’s held back, both of them fuming with anger, struggling to fight while you just sit there confused and scared, screaming for them to please stop.

“No sunghoon, don’t hurt him!” You cried out at the sight of heeseung’s face.

“Get the fuck off of me,” heeseung shouts breaking free of jays hold. “Get out, all of you!”

“Hee-“ you begin, but his loud voice quickly cuts you off.

“You too, you useless fucking bitch. Get the fuck out!” He yells, and everyone just sits back, staring at him in shock, your soft cries now filling the room. “What? You never seen a guy lose his fucking mind before?” He laughs sadistically. “Well, now you fucking have, shows over, and so is the band and you,” he points to you. “He tried warning you, but you just didn’t listen, not to say it matters. You’re just like the rest of the whores I’ve fucked, a useless, desperate hole waiting to be filled, too busy sucking dick to notice I don’t have shit to give you.”

You’re shocked by his words, and you sob, unable to control the tears falling, and Sunghoon immediately holds you, knowing just how you feel. He’s been hurt by heeseung more times than he can count.

Heeseung’s jaw tenses at the sight. “What? Gonna let him and the others fuck you now too? Just so you know, there’s not a hole on her body I haven’t fucked”

Sunghoon looked at him in pure disgust, holding your trembling body in his arms, and he scoffed. “You’re pathetic, and your parents were right. You are never going to amount to anything. You’ll only ever be a useless addict.”

Sunghoon spat, voice laced with venom. He hit him where it hurts without holding back. He was the only one heeseung had told about his past with his parents, and he used that as ammo to hurt heeseung as much as he was hurting him and everyone else right now.

The words silenced heeseung. Jake and Jay escort the two out of his room, and that’s when heeseung sits by himself, all alone with nothing but his thoughts and the three bruises on his cheek that were throbbing in pain.

“What do we do now?” Jake mumbles even though no one is quite in the state to talk.

“We leave. I’m not wasting one more minute on this asshole, not after this,” sunghoons voice shook with anger and sadness, trying to keep his emotions at bay, but his bloodshot eyes told the story of how he was feeling.

Sunghoon finally parts from you, going to pack all his things and try to clear his head just a little bit, not believing the fact that heeseung had broken everyone’s trust again.

The other members follow along. They heard him, too. The band was over, so there wasn’t much left to say. Heeseung had put them through a lot over the years, and everyone decided to call it quits tonight cause none of them could watch their friend going down a path that could only lead to destruction and maybe even death.

“You coming, y/n?” Sunghoon offers, but you lightly shake your head. You needed answers from heeseung himself, not his bandmates.

Whatever happened, you needed to know the truth straight from the source cause right now, you were not only in shock but left completely in the dark.

“What? This is what he does. He brings people in his life that care, and then he fucks them over. Can’t you see he doesn’t give a shit about you?” Sunghoon said, frustrated it wasn’t his battle to fight, but he sure as hell felt like it because he didn’t want to see another person get treated the same way he did by heeseung. “Suit yourself,” he scoffed after you didn’t budge at all at his offer.

It’s late in the morning, and the guys are long gone. When you finally gather your thoughts and open heeseung’s door, he was still just there lying on his bed all by himself.

“Hee?” You call out to him, and he pops up surprised.

“You’re still here?” He asked, knowing the guys had already left, and there was a small glint in his eyes when he saw you.

“I couldn’t leave without hearing the truth from you not them,” you say quietly.

“Y/n I, there’s a lot.” he was about to open up to you, but he quickly stopped himself. You’re just like the rest he told himself. No one truly cares about him. You’re only using him for his body the same way he used you. There was no real connection between you two at all. “But I just want you, okay? The past is the past.”

“You mean that? Everything they said was…”

“Shh shh, Angel, come here.” You walked toward him on the bed and lay down next to him. “I didn’t mean it. I was just frustrated.”

“Well then maybe you could explain that to them, and they’d come back,” you say, feeling hopeful cause you saw the bond they all had, and it wasn’t something you thought should be let go after one fight, but there was so much you didn’t know, so much you’d never know, at least not from heeseung’s mouth.

“Nah, Angel, they won’t get me the way you do,” he says it to flatter you to mask the person he really is, and you fall for it like all his other lies.

His hand slinks down to your waist and lower to your butt. “It’s been too long since my dick was in you, angel girl. Gonna let Daddy fuck this pretty pussy? Need it so bad, been so stressed lately, and I know the moment I’m in you, all that will go away” he cups your pussy, and you whine, nodding against his chest.

“Yes, Daddy, please, I missed your cock, missed you,” you mewl softly.

“Go ahead, Angel, show me how much you missed it.”

You gave yourself to him every hole free for him to use, and use he did.

First, he fucked your throat with his hard cock, then your pussy, and after he took your ass in doggy, filling up the puckered rim with hot cum your holes were dripping his white semen by the time you were done, and you felt so full so warm cuddling, up to him after and sharing his last blunt.

-

Heeseung still went on to perform by himself, the music being played in the background instead of live, and he lied to his fans, saying his bandmates had an emergency, so they couldn’t attend the tour. Meanwhile, he was doing everything it took to stay afloat, using the proceeds to feed his drug addiction.

He swam in it, no longer trying to hide it from anyone. Now that the guys were gone, it was a lot easier. He even did it right in front of you, assuring you it helped him with stage fright lying through his teeth. He did show after show, line after line, coming back to the RV, giving you round after round. The only thing that took the pain away was the pleasure of your body and the drugs that took him far away.

It was just like Sunghoon said. All he did was perform fuck and smoke.

He tried to warn you, but your desire for heeseung clouded all his negative habits up until recently, and your eyes were finally starting to open and see clearly for what this was.

You noticed he was different but didn’t think much of it. After all, his band had just split up, but it was when he started looking pale and really thin that’s when you voiced your concern for him.

“So lucky I got you to come on tour with me,” he muttered, kissing your shoulder softly. “Love having you with me and being inside you every day.”

You giggle, taking his compliment, but there’s something more you need to talk about before you get carried away in his soft touches and sweet words. “Hee?” You ask.

“Yes, angel?” He replies, touching you softly under the sheets.

“I-i know you said it helps, but maybe you should slow down a bit. You’re starting to loo”

He pushes you off him, automatically taking offense. “I’m fine, don’t worry about me” he sits up immediately and gets out of bed.

“I’m not, I’m jus-“

“Well, whatever it is that you feel, don’t. I’m good. Stop acting like you’re my girlfriend. We fuck, and that’s it” he got up going to the shower, where he reached into the cabinet, taking two lines to get his day started, not stopping for one second to consider your words or feelings.

What would you know? You’re just a pathetic little fan girl obsessed with his dick.

After his shower, he left you alone like he had been doing a lot these days. It became a habit after the guys left. When he came back, it was late again, and of course, he was out buying more drugs, but you didn’t know that, nor did you think about it. The only thing on your mind was guilt for making him upset in the morning and making him leave. You just wanted to apologize to him and tell him you’re sorry about earlier.

When he got back to the RV, you were already sleeping peacefully, looking so tempting in his drunken state you had passed out while waiting for him to come back.

“Where were you?” You stirred when you heard him arrive.

“Just went out for a walk, Angel, like always.” You nod, too tired to argue. You know he’s lying, but he won’t tell you the truth, so what’s the point anymore? He cuddles up to you in nothing but his boxers, holding you close. “So warm, angel Daddy missed you,” he nibbled on your ear, his semi-hard cock grinding on your ass like it wasn’t three in the morning.

“Mmh,” you pushed back against him, his cock flush against you. “Daddy, It’s late,” you whine softly, but your hips say otherwise.

“I know, Angel, but I missed you so much. Just lay here and let Daddy get it in, yeah?” He pulled your shorts down and pushed your underwear to the side, his dick rubbing back and forth between your pussy lips. “Please?”

“Yes,” you sighed, your eyes closed, letting him use your body. He felt too good to resist. You wanted to comfort him, and since he wasn’t confiding in you, you allowed him to use your body as his comfort, which always seemed to put him in a good mood.

“Mmm, already so wet,” he whispers, hot breath fanning your ear as he nibbles on your lobe.

“I’m always so wet for you,” you moaned, arching your back further into him, molding perfectly against his body.

“Angel…” he nuzzled his face against your hair, inhaling your scent. “You feel so good on me.”

“Please just put your cock in me,” you whined, feeling impatient. You didn’t need any prep. You had already taken him so many times your body was ready and well-adjusted for him to slip it in.

“Fuck angel, you beg for it like I didn’t just fuck this pussy good last night” he wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing lightly as he pushed his flushed pink tip inside your wet hole. He gave you slow, deep strokes, his thick cock kissing every inch of your walls..

“Never want you to pull out. Can’t go a second without you in me, Daddy.” Your walls clenched so hard, putting emphasis on your words.

You moaned despite his tight grip on your neck, which only heightened the pleasure. “Yeah, you’d like that?” he felt your walls sucking him in, and he applied more pressure to your neck. Your eyes rolled back, tongue stuck out as he used your hole. “Fuck, that’s a good little bitch. Keep squeezing this dick like the whore you are,” he whispered filthy words into your ears while his thick cock fucked into you without abandon. “I’ll stay in this pussy forever if that’s what my angel wants.”

He kept pounding into you deeply while rubbing your clit. “I love this pussy so much,” he grunts in your ear, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin.

“Daddy, yes!” You choke out, loving how deep he feels on this angle. “Fuck it feels so good,” you slur.

“Yeah, nasty little girl,” he moans.

“Your girl,” he pauses for a moment, his strokes still deep, but his expression falters at your words, but he quickly shakes it off, continuing to fuck you mercilessly. “Fuck, Daddy love your cock so much. You’re so deep in my pussy”

His hips stutter, your words making him lose his damn mind. The way you talk him through was doing something to him. It always did. “I know you do, can feel you sucking me in,” he kisses your neck, that indescribable feeling building inside him alarmingly quick. “I’m g-gonna cum. Take it, Angel, take it deep in that pretty little hole,” he moans, not concerned that he’s not wearing a condom. All he wanted was to finally finish in your pretty wet hole and the alcohol in his system only aided that want.

“Yes, yes, yes, feels s-so good” Your pussy soon swallows up his creamy load as his warmth greets your insides, and that’s when you realize he’s not wearing a condom, but you don’t care either, too lost in the feeling of finally being stuffed with his warm cum.

He massages your clit, and the moment he does, your mind goes fuzzy cumming from the intensity, feeling your walls clenching, begging for every last drop as he pulsates inside you, cum seeping from his sensitive tip till he’s emptied himself inside your throbbing heat.

“Angel,” he moans with each slow stroke in and out, caressing your wet cunt up and down. It feels so good with out a condom, so much warmer and tighter, after cumming around his cock. It’s reckless, he knows, but he can’t go back to condoms, not after feeling you so close and raw like this.

After you both came together, he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close and granting your wish as he stayed inside, cock still buried to the hilt in your pussy, as you both passed out for the night.

-

It was morning when you woke up. The sun was shining through the curtains as you rubbed Heeseung’s chest softly, and your gentle touch woke him up. “Hi, angel,” he greets like usual, but there’s something different. He looks down at you, smiling, the look in your eyes so soft he gets lost in it. He finds himself softly stroking your cheek, and you look up at him, smiling back at him like he held the moon and the stars in his eyes.

That’s when he saw it. He felt it, too. He was so riddled with guilt, and this was already too far, but he couldn’t do it anymore. He couldn’t hurt anyone else. Deep down, he knew he was fucked, he couldn't deny it anymore and he couldn’t drag someone else into his life, especially after his bandmates abandoned him for the same exact reason.

He quickly pulled away from you before he fell too deep, leaving you confused. “Can you just fucking stop? I’m not your boyfriend. Stop treating me like I am.” he got up abruptly, running his fingers frustratedly through his hair. “All this clingy shit,” he mutters, his inner turmoil getting the best of him.

“Hee?” You ask, confused, sitting up on the bed and wondering what happened to the once peaceful moment.

“And don’t call me that anymore.” he pulled tightly at the roots of his hair, feeling himself quickly losing it. “Just get out. I can’t have this.”

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to be. We don’t have to cuddle, it’s just we always do in the morning and I thought you liked it” you say disappointedly. He hates this and hates the way you’re trying to understand him when there’s nothing to understand other than the fact that he was full of shit and nothing but a complete fucking loser.

“No, besides tours over anyway. I don’t need you anymore,” he spoke hoarsely, and for the first time in a long time, he could feel, and it didn’t feel good. His chest felt tight, and it hurt to see you like this. It always hurt when he saw the guys in the same position as you right now, but he got used to letting them down. As fucked up as that sounds, but with you, this was all new territory for him, and it was scary to feel things that he thought didn’t exist inside him after years.

It takes a moment for his words to register. “W-what do you mean need?”

“Are you that fucking stupid? I used you to fuck 'cause you were easy. You gave it up for free, and you sucked dick good, that’s all. I care nothing about you, nor do I care what you think of me. Why do you think I never made it official? Were you just that dumb and obsessed that you couldn’t see?” He chuckles, driving the dagger of words straight into your heart.

You sat there hurt, tears in your eyes, and you wished you had of listened to Sunghoon, but you wanted to give heeseung a chance to prove to you he wasn’t what his friends said he’d be, but he failed you too, just like he failed everyone else. “So those words weren’t just in the moment,” you muttered sadly. “Well fuck you, Lee heeseung, you’re a piece of shit. I tried to fight for you, but apparently, all I am to you is a hole to be filled. I’m glad the band split up. They deserved better than you, and so do I.”

Your words stung bad, real bad, but he didn’t care. This was dead and over anyway. This chapter of his life was coming to a close finally.

“Should have listened to Sunghoon,” you mumbled, getting out of bed and grabbing all your belongings, purposefully leaving behind everything that he’d bought you.

“What the fuck did he tell you?” He says angrily, hating the fact you were taking someone else’s side over his, especially sunghoons.

“Just that you’re a piece of shit and an asshole. I wish I had of fucked him instead” You got dressed and stormed out, dialing up Jake. Luckily, they were still in the area, and you’re glad you kept contact with them cause you had no idea what to fucking do right now.

Heeseung heard the door slam, and he sat down on his bed. Now, it was done; he was alone, and no one had to suffer his stupidity. It was bittersweet, but he was glad no one was suffering at his hands anymore, and if breaking that cycle meant being alone, he’d do it again in a heartbeat.

He finally let his demons win, and now he was left alone with his decision. As much as he hates to admit this, his parents were right. He never amounted to shit.

Sunghoon was right. You were right. Hell, everybody was right except for him.

Feeling himself spiral, he reached under his bed, grabbing a bottle of liquor to help calm himself down.

He took deep breaths in and out, trying to ground himself, but his head hurt so bad, and his heart hurt even more.

He needed something stronger, something that would take effect now.

He turned to the one thing that would never leave him no matter what he did: never judge him for who he is, never be disappointed in him.

Drugs.

-

Days, weeks, months, years.

Heeseung didn’t know how much time had passed as he laid in bed day in and day out.

All he knows is that his favorite song from his old band was playing on his speakers, and he was about to get high for the countless time.

He reached into his nightstand and grabbed a bag of pills. He stared at them for a moment and then dumped them out into his palm. He took a deep breath, throwing his head back and popping them all in his mouth, downing them with the bottle of liquor on his side desk.

Snuggling up to your pillow, he inhaled your scent, your faint presence still lingering, and he smiled to himself a gentle, genuine smile for the first time in a long time. “My angel,” he closed his eyes, getting lost in your familiar aroma.

He never showed it, never dared to tell anyone, but for the first time, he actually felt happy being on tour with you.

Just the little things about you made him smile, like that one morning when you stayed in bed all day feeding each other fruit, and he noticed you had a little habit of picking out all the little seeds, even the ones you could eat.

He found you endearing and even started picking out the seeds for you and feeding you.

Or when you guys would all game together, and the guys would tease him for giving you items and gold, always being the healer so he could help you win.

Some of his favorite moments were when you guys would all just sit and talk, brainstorming ideas for new songs while eating together.

What he liked most was just being surrounded by people he loved.

He laid on his back, letting out a deep, relieved sigh cause this would all be over soon. The pain would feel like nothing.

He noticed your little plushie sitting off in the corner of the room. He bought it for you when he first took you to the mall just a few days after you met.

He smiled and sat up, walking to the corner to grab it, and saw the rest of the things he bought you, too, sitting in a pile. His heart clenched at the sight, knowing you didn’t even take anything that would be a reminder of him with you, but it'd be better for you to forget him anyway.

He sat back on his bed, squeezing the plush a few times before tucking it under his arm and opening his phone to draft up texts for you and his bandmates. You probably all blocked him and didn’t care about him anymore anyway, but he needed to do this for himself, at least to finally get every heavy burden off his aching chest.

To Jake

“Hey, sorry about the last time you saw me, and I’m sorry you never really got to see a deeper side of me, but things were just really hard for me. Even though I never showed it, you really brightened up my day. Your carefree attitude and playfulness always made being around you a fun time, but you were always a little annoying for trying to get at my girl, but I love you. You’re like a little brother to me, and performing with you was always a blast.”

To Jay

“Thank you for everything. I love you. You’re an amazing guitarist, and you really know how to liven up a show. Though our success had just begun, you stayed the same through and through, hard-working and dedicated. I’m happy to say I’ve worked alongside you up until this point. Thank you for keeping me level-headed, and thanks for an amazing run. I just wish it could have been longer. I’m sorry that I ruined it. Hey, take care of the band, yeah? You should be the new vocalist. Don’t tell Jake or Sunghoon ;)”

To sunghoon

“I let you down, and I’m sorry. I know I was a role model for you, and I know I fucked that up. I’m sorry I never said sorry, and I’m sorry I never proved to you I could be better for you. You always saw the best in me when most saw the worst, and I really valued our friendship even though I messed it up. Hopefully, you can forgive me, nothing was ever your fault and hopefully, we’ll meet again someday, maybe just on the other side, but not too soon. Take your time. I’ll be waiting, okay? And I’ll have the absolute best version of myself waiting just for you. I love you”

To my true first love

“Hey angel girl, I’m a piece of shit, I know, and even though I was, you still stayed by my side even though you knew I was never entirely honest with you, yet you looked past it, never questioned me, and gave me my own time even though I didn’t deserve it you loved me unconditionally, and I love you for that. Sorry I never said it to your face, but I love you dearly, my angel girl. You gave me the love I’ve been searching for all my life, and I’m sorry I couldn’t show you that, but it wasn’t just the sex. I loved spending time with you, showering with you, waking up in your arms, and making love. All of it was perfect. For the first time, you made me happy, angel, and that’s saying a lot. I’m sorry I pushed you and everyone away, but I had some issues still do, and I just couldn’t let you waste your time on someone like me anymore. You are so much better off without me, and a loser like me will only hold you back, but thank you for loving me past my flaws, and thank you for supporting our band, and for the record, you never did anything wrong, you are perfect it’s just me I messed everything up, but I pushed you away cause I was scared of hurting you. Nothing I ever said was true. I just said it so maybe you’d love me less and let me go, but I hope the guys and you can live happily ever after without me. I love you, my sweet, sweet angel girl, and don’t you forget it. Even in the afterlife, I’ll still always be madly in love with you. I wish I could just hold you and kiss you one last time 😗❤️ goodbye, my sweet little angel. I love you.”

He closed his eyes, tears running down both sides of his face.

He cried freely, his heart hurting immensely. He always thought he’d die surrounded by loved ones, not alone in the darkness of his RV in a random parking lot by himself, but he made this bed. He’ll lay in it and surely die in it.

Amidst his thoughts, he begins to feel sleepy, and that’s when he sends all the texts. Knowing his time was coming soon, he looked at a picture of you in his phone, one he took without you noticing while you were hugging him in your sleep, and he smiled. His mind was swirling with thoughts of his life from when he was a child till now, and within moments, he was passed out, the gentle sound of his phone ringing was the last thing he heard. “Finally,” he breathed out, all the hurt and exhaustion leaving his body forever as his eyes closed.

-

“Yo!” Jake shouts from the living area.

“What?” Jay and Sunghoon pop their heads out from the other room, and so do you.

You had been staying with them at a little motel for a few days, waiting for the next flight back to your guy's hometown. Thankfully, the guys welcomed you to stay with them as long as you needed, and you couldn’t have been more grateful they didn’t bring up heeseung, and neither did you. All of you just silently understood and left it at that, hoping to begin the healing process on the flight back.

“I just got a text from heeseung,” Jake says, reading over it. “What the fuck?” He says, confused, reading the message over and over again. This wasn’t like heeseung, especially to leave that long of a text.

The other phones went off like a chain reaction: Jay, then Sunghoon, then lastly, you.

You all read the messages, your hearts sinking all together. “On the other side….” Sunghoon mumbled, and they all collectively looked at each other before running out of the apartment.

Thank goodness his location was still on. You all rushed to the RV, worried, stricken, and fearing the absolute worst. No one said it, but you all felt it on the drive there. Multiple red lights were run, but you didn’t care. You needed to get to him and see him as soon as possible.

When you arrived, he was still in the same spot as when you left him, and your heart sank even further.

You all sprinted to the RV, and you tried opening the door, but it was locked. “Step aside.” Jake took off his flannel shirt, easily punching a hole in the glass, the adrenaline pumping through his veins as Jay rushed inside immediately.

You all flooded heeseung’s room. The door was open, the room filled with smoke and the smell of weed, and through all the smoke, heeseung was lying lifeless on his bed. His phone in his hand, your plushie on his chest and a blunt trapped between his stiffening fingers.

Your heart broke seeing him like this, and you quickly rushed to his side, kneeling down next to him. “Hee? Heeseung baby? Wake up.” You shook his body gently, tears welling in your eyes. You grabbed the stupid blunt from his hand, throwing it off into the room somewhere you couldn’t care about right now. “Hee, please,” you cried, your body losing all its strength. The text told you enough, but you didn’t want to believe it.

“Heeseung….” Sunghoon muttered, completely petrified, still standing in the doorway, unable to move cause it was actually real this time, and he couldn’t do anything about it. Jake and Jay tried to shake him awake, gently tapping his cheek. Jake picked up his upper body, but he flopped right back down into his mattress.

“Come on, heeseung, stop playing around,” Jake cried in complete denial.

“Heeseung!” Jay shouted, shaking his lifeless body by his shoulders, and his head fell back entirely limp.

Jake quickly dialed 911, the sirens in the background turning into a high-pitched ringing, and everyone knew it was too late.

They’d lost their friend.

Your lover laid completely still on his bed as you hovered over him, kissing his dry lips softly, you ran your fingers through his hair, holding his hand, and your heart broke when you saw yourself on his phone screen. “It’s okay, hee. You’re gonna be fine, baby. Help is on the way. You’re okay, hee,” you repeated over and over, and the guys watched the scene utterly heartbroken as he laid lifeless, unresponsive, and his lungs froze over.

-

Taglist: @loverseon @nithxhoon @fancypeacepersona @jakeyismine @hoonprksung

[multi-fandom-imagine]

➤𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

The back room of Scoops Ahoy was dimly lit and smelled faintly of waffle cones and strawberry syrup. The hum of the freezer was the only sound, muffled by the thick walls, and outside the swinging doors, the mall bustled in that lazy summer way—muffled laughter, distant music, and the squeak of sneakers on polished floors. But back here, everything was still. Quiet. Heated.

You straddled Steve’s lap in the supply chair, your skirt bunched at your waist and your panties somewhere on the floor behind you. He was buried deep inside you, every thick inch stretching you perfectly full—but you weren’t moving.

That was the point.

His cock pulsed inside your soaked pussy, twitching every time your hips shifted even slightly. Steve’s hands clutched at your thighs, trying to keep still, his jaw clenched like he was in pain. His Scoops Ahoy uniform was wrinkled and half-untucked, his sailor hat long forgotten somewhere on the floor.

“Fuck, baby…” he groaned under his breath, voice strained. “You’re killin’ me here.”

You smirked sweetly, brushing sweaty strands of hair from his forehead with your fingers, pretending like you were innocent when you clenched around him just enough to make him suck in a sharp breath. His head tipped back against the wall with a dull thump.

“I told you,” you whispered, lips brushing his ear, “no fucking. Just… keeping you nice and warm.”

“Warm?” His voice cracked as he tried to laugh. “This is torture, not cockwarming.”

Your smile widened as you rolled your hips ever so slightly, his cock twitching violently inside you. “But you love it,” you murmured, pressing a kiss beneath his ear, your fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. “You love when I’m all wrapped around you like this. Just sitting there. Not letting you move. Feeling how wet I am.”

Steve groaned low in his chest, his grip on your thighs tightening.

“I can feel it,” you continued softly, your breath hot against his flushed skin. “The way you’re throbbing. You wanna fuck me so bad, don’t you?”

His hands moved to your hips, fingers digging in like he was on the edge of breaking. His eyes were blown wide with need, pupils dark and greedy. “Jesus,” he muttered, “you’re evil.”

You leaned in closer, licking the shell of his ear before whispering, “Then beg, sailor boy.” Your breath ghosted his neck as his fingers grasped a fist full of your skirt.

His hips jolted up involuntarily, thrusting a little deeper inside your soaked heat, and you let out a tiny gasp, both of you teetering on the brink.

“Say it,” you taunted, tightening around him again, your pussy fluttering with every clench. “Say you want me to fuck you. Say you need it.”

Steve’s voice broke, his cock twitching helplessly. “I need it,” he panted. “Fuck, baby, please—I need you. I need to move. Let me fuck you, please. I’ll do anything, I swear—just let me—”

And then the door creaked.

Both of you froze.

You clamped down around him as a panic giggle bubbled in your throat, and Steve bit his knuckle to keep from moaning. A second passed. Then another.

False alarm.

The door never opened.

You gave him a look. Mischievous. Evil. His expression was wrecked.

“I think you can wait a little longer,” you teased, starting a slow grind again that made him choke on a moan, your pussy milking his cock like you weren’t in the back room of an ice cream parlor about to get caught.

Because you were. And that just made it so much hotter.

[hannahsturniolo]

sɴᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ʙᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴛ

Summary: you’re Nate’s sister, and you found yourself falling in love with his best friend after knowing Matt for years, one day you just seen him differently.

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Your brother Nate has been best friends with the Sturniolo Triplets for years. You’ve known them for a long time too, but you haven’t talked to them in about a year because you moved away for college. Now that you’re back home for the summer, you’re seeing them again.

You’ve been home for about a week now when Nate asked if you wanted to come with him to see the triplets. Of course, you said yes. You threw on a casual little yellow summer dress, light, breezy, and maybe just a little too short. Nate noticed immediately, giving you that look and muttering, “You sure that dress is long enough?” Classic protective brother move. He’s always been like that, especially when it comes to you.

“Shut up, Nate. I can wear what I want, it’s just a dress. Besides, the boys aren’t going to care,”you mumbled, rolling your eyes as you argued with him on the way to the car. The drive to the triplets’ house wasn’t long, but your excitement made it feel endless. It had been a while, and you couldn’t wait to see them again.

You pulled into the driveway and hopped out of the car, barely giving Nate time to park before rushing him toward the front door. The second you stepped inside, you spotted Nick and ran straight into his arms.

“You look so good!” he grinned, hugging you tightly.

Moments later, Chris and Matt came down the stairs. Chris reached you first, wrapping you in a warm hug.

“It’s nice to see you again. We missed you around here,” he said with a smile.

Then your eyes landed on Matt, and something about him stopped you for a second. He looked, different. Older. Taller. Hotter than you remembered. And when he pulled you into a hug, it lasted a little longer than the others. Your heart skipped.

You’d never thought of Matt as anything more than one of your brother’s best friends, but now, you weren’t so sure.

You pulled away from the hug, and for a reason you couldn’t explain, you immediately felt, empty. There was a strange tension in the air, not bad, just unfamiliar. You were confused, and Matt didn’t say much. He looked almost speechless.

Chris had made lunch, so you all gathered around the living room, plates in hand. You took a seat on the couch, directly across from Matt. As you got comfortable, your dress shifted, hiking up just enough to reveal more of your thighs, not that you noticed.

But Matt did.

You caught him staring, and the second your eyes met his, he looked away quickly, like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. He shifted in his seat, pretending to focus on his food, but his mind was somewhere else. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, or the way you looked in that dress.

You asked Matt a random question, something small, just to break the silence, but he didn’t respond. His eyes were glued to the floor, completely zoned out.

“Hey, bro, she’s talking to you,” Nate called out, snapping Matt back to reality.

Matt blinked, looking up with a slight shake of his head. “Sorry, what?” he mumbled, trying to play it off.

But the truth was, he couldn’t focus. Not with you sitting there, sunlight streaming through the window and catching the gold tones in your hair. The way it fell softly over your shoulders. The way your eyes lit up when you talked.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you, and it was starting to show.

You got up to grab more food from the kitchen, smoothing down your dress as you stood. Matt’s eyes flicked toward you, just for a second , but it was enough. He tried to be subtle, glancing quickly as you walked away, but Nate wasn’t stupid. He saw it.

The look. The shift. The silent “damn” Matt tried to hide.

Nate leaned in, his voice low and sharp near Matt’s ear.

“Don’t even think about getting with my sister, bud.”

Matt froze for a second, caught. He didn’t say anything, but the guilt, and maybe something else, flickered across his face.

You came back with more food and took your seat again. Matt didn’t even look at you, not once. He kept his eyes on his plate like it was the most interesting thing in the room. You could tell he was purposely avoiding you, probably trying not to get caught by Nate again.

Eventually, Nate got up to grab more food, and Chris and Nick were both glued to their phones, lost in their own worlds.

You glanced over at Matt, and caught him already staring.

His eyes met yours, and he gave you a shy, almost guilty smile. You couldn’t help but smile back, your heart skipping a little.

God, why is he so hot? you thought, trying to focus on your food, but your mind was racing in a very different direction.

You and Nate had just finished hanging out with the boys, making your way out of the house and into the car. The second you shut your door, Nate didn’t waste a beat.

“You’re not dating my best friend. Don’t even think about it.”

You blinked, caught off guard by how fast he jumped into it, like he’d been holding it in all day.

You turned to Nate, raising an eyebrow.

“Relax, Dad,”you said with a smirk. ‘I don’t like Matt like that. Trust me.’

Your tone was dripping with sarcasm, just enough to shut him up, or at least make him roll his eyes and start the car.

Then your phone buzzed in your lap. You casually glanced down, and froze.

A text from Matt lit up your screen:

“You looked beautiful today.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

So much for not liking him like that.

Nate caught the smile on your face immediately.

“Who are you texting?” he asked, already suspicious.

You didn’t answer fast enough. He didn’t need you to.

“It’s Matt, isn’t it?”

His voice sharpened. “Are you serious? No. Nope. I told you, it’s not gonna work out. That’s my best friend. This is a bad idea.”

You rolled your eyes, groaning internally as he launched into full overprotective brother mode. Again.

It was always like this, every time you talked to someone or even thought about dating, Nate had to give his opinion, like he was your personal gatekeeper. You loved him, but you were exhausted.

This time felt different though.

You didn’t want his permission.

You didn’t want to shut it down.

You felt something with Matt, something real.

And whether Nate liked it or not, you wanted to see where it could go.

~~~~~~~~~

Matt had texted you earlier, saying he was going to pick you up later that night. But instead of having him show up at yours and nates house, and deal with the chaos , you came up with a plan.

“Hey, I’m walking to my best friend’s house for a bit,” you told Nate casually, slipping on your shoes and grabbing your phone.

Total lie.

A few blocks down, just out of Nate’s line of sight, Matt was waiting in his car to pick you up and take you back to his house. Your heart raced with a mix of nerves and excitement.

You couldn’t believe you were sneaking around like this, but somehow, that made it even more thrilling.

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Part 2 coming soon😮‍💨

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[sinsxo]

bedtime tantrums. —blue lock

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro.

synopsis. blue lock boys vs their tiny, angry daughter who doesn't want to sleep just yet.

cw. drabble, you guys are married and have a 1-year-old daughter, fem!reader, fluff.

wc. 1k words, not proofread.

isagi yoichi ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

“last one, okay? it’s almost time for your bedtime,” isagi said, playing one last video as he sat cross-legged in front of the tv with your 1-year-old daughter on his lap.

as soon as the video ended, he stood up with her in his arms. but she suddenly started crying, pointing at the screen.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, looking genuinely panicked. “it’s late. we’ll watch it tomorrow, okay?”

“nuuu!!” she cried, squirming and flailing in his arms.

“hey, hey, you’re gonna fall—!” he exclaimed softly, setting her down on the carpet.

she immediately sat on the ground and threw herself into a dramatic tantrum — fists clenched, flailing in every direction, face scrunched, launching into a full baby-rage mode. isagi knelt beside her, trying to calm her down until she pointed her tiny finger right at him, glaring, and started yelling some very passionate baby gibberish.

“w— what? are you scolding me?” isagi blinked, pale. he looked like she had just accused him of a crime.

she kept going, poking him in the chest with her finger repeatedly as she furiously babbled.

“you can’t do that… that’s mean,” he mumbled, trying to hug her.

she didn’t budge. still grumpy. still rebelling. isagi looked absolutely defeated as he got up and walked to the bedroom.

“she’s mad at me. she yelled at me, in baby language,” he told you, looking devastated. “i think she hates me.”

you couldn’t stop laughing as you walked over to help. after a bit of coaxing from you, she finally gave in, sniffling as you and isagi tucked her in together.

“you can’t talk to your father like that, you’ll hurt his feelings,” you whispered with a smile.

“please don’t be mad at me,” isagi added gently, letting her hold onto his finger. “we’ll watch your favourite show again tomorrow, okay?”

she smiled sleepily, laughing a little as you both kissed her forehead and quietly left the room.

itoshi rin ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

rin walked out of the kitchen with your daughter’s bottle in one hand, spotting her sitting on the floor playing with her toys.

“it’s bedtime. time to keep your toys,” he said, placing the bottle on the table.

“no!” she said, not even looking at him as she continued playing.

she didn’t even spare him a glance.

“…no?” rin repeated, sitting next to her as he gently took her hand. “it’s late. you need sleep, or you’ll be cranky tomorrow.”

“no!” she snatched her hand away and shook her head furiously.

“hey. don’t be stubborn. i’ll let you play longer tomorrow.”

“no!!” she turned toward him, scowling, and launched into some furious baby language that made her stance very clear: she was not listening. she crossed her arms and pouted, shooting him a furious glare.

“excuse me?” rin blinked, visibly offended. “what did you just say to me?”

she turned away dramatically.

“hey. look at me,” rin said, leaning over to catch her eyes. “you’re sulking now? really?”

silence, she refused to look at him.

“…fine. ten more minutes,” he said, sighing. “but you better not throw another tantrum.”

immediately, she beamed with joy and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly.

“…cheeky little manipulator. you know i can’t say no to you or your mother,” he muttered under his breath, melting as he hugged his little girl back.

itoshi sae ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

sae turned off the tv without a word and reached out, gently tugging on his daughter’s arm.

“let’s go, it’s late. time for bed.”

“nooo papa!” she whined, pulling away. “wan’ toyyy!!”

“your mother’s gonna worry if you don’t sleep early,” he said casually. “we don’t stress mommy out, remember?”

“no papa!” she cried, running off.

sae sighed and followed her, crouching down. she pouted on the floor, arms crossed, and started mumbling angry gibberish. somewhere in the mix, he caught:

“papa bad.”

“oh? so now that you can baby talk, you’re being a brat?” he said as he scooped her up.

she squirmed and screamed in his arms, going off in his ear.

“you really are just like your mother,” sae chuckled, not even mad. he looked almost proud.

she was still crying into his neck, spewing nonsense.

"okay, okay. calm down. i’ll get you a new toy if you go to bed.” he said as he tried to tuck her in.

miraculously, she quieted down and stopped putting up a fight.

“happy now?” he teased.

she nodded seriously.

“good. i don’t think i taught you to talk like that though,” he added, raising a brow.

she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, earning a soft scoff from him.

“…unbelievable,” sae muttered before kissing her forehead.

nagi seishiro ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

nagi was lying on the bedroom floor next to your daughter while she played a game on his phone. he wasn’t doing much, just watching her while she tapped away.

he glanced at the clock. “bedtime.”

she didn’t react, ignoring him.

he lazily reached over and held her hand. “c’mon. time for bed.”

she snatched her hand back and kept playing.

“hey. i said it’s bedtime,” he repeated, gently.

no reaction.

“hey,” nagi sat up slightly. “you’re ignoring me now?”

still nothing.

so he took the phone.

“eyyyy!!” she shouted, scrambling to get it back. “papa phone!!”

“you need to sleep,” nagi replied, still calm.

“no!” she yelled. then it started — a full gibberish rant. she shouted nonsense at him like he just ruined her life.

nagi blinked.

then slowly turned to you, still in shock. “hey, babe… are you hearing this?”

you looked up from your book, grinning. “she’s fighting back?”

“she’s fighting back…” nagi muttered, wide-eyed as he bent down to pick her up. “hey, who taught you how to fight back, huh?”

she reached out and put her little hand on his face, trying to squirm away, but he just held her close to his chest and stood up.

she kept grumbling and kicking the whole way to bed. he never thought he’d lose arguments to a toddler, but here he was, completely silent as he tucked her in — still visibly disturbed by how much she'd won the argument.

as he turned to leave the room, she let out one final, dramatic pouty “hmph!”

nagi paused in the doorway, sighed deeply, and muttered, “…she’s gonna be trouble.”

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[yasministration]

what are you, her boyfriend? - ron weasley

summary: cormac mclaggen doesn't know how to take no for an answer, so your best friend steps in - as your boyfriend

It was nearly impossible to hold in the grunt of annoyance when Cormac approached you in the common room again. You were enjoying time with your friends, cuddled into Ron’s side in front of the fireplace, and there he was, yet again. You don’t know when his little obsession with you started, but no matter how hard you’ve tried bringing it to an end, McLaggen won’t relent.

“I told you I’m not interested, McLaggen.” Cormac froze a couple of feet away from you, replacing the surprised look on his face with an insufferable smirk. Ron glanced up, furrowing his eyebrows at the older boy. He didn’t know Cormac spoke to you much. And then he was instantly hit with a string of thoughts. You told him you weren’t interested? How many times had he come onto you? And how come Ron didn’t know?

“It doesn’t count if you don’t mean it.” Cormac’s lazy drawl replied, causing you to roll your eyes. “Cormac, if I did like you, I’d have said yes the first time you asked me out, and we’d probably be on our fifth date by now. So trust me, I’m not interested.”

Ron tightened the arm around your shoulders, fingers drawing abstract shapes on your skin to soothe you. He averted his gaze from Cormac to the side of your face, frowning at the clench in your jaw. Unconsciously, you huddled closer to Ron, playing with the fabric of his trousers to distract yourself.

“You’re just playing hard to get. It’s okay to admit you want me.”

Ron shimmied out from next to you, standing abruptly and taking threatening steps towards Cormac. “Are you hard of hearing McLaggen?” The boy flinched back in shock at Ron’s aggressive tone. “Because everyone here can clearly tell that she’s not interested in you. So back off.”

Cormac quickly recovered from Ron’s jab, an insolent chuckle leaving his parted lips. “What are you, her boyfriend?”

It went silent for a moment, everyone waiting to hear your best friend’s reply to Cormac’s question. The ginger squared his shoulders, curtly nodding. “I am, yeah,” Your eyes flew open in surprise, and you refused to look at anyone else in the friend group, knowing they would have identically teasing smiles on their faces. “So you should understand why I don’t like seeing a clapped bloke like you flirting with my girlfriend.”

Ignoring the insult sent his way, Cormac turned his gaze towards you. It wasn’t the usual flirtatious kind, it was dangerous, threatening. “If you really are dating, why didn’t you tell me?” “Well maybe if you actually listened to what I have to say every once in a while, you might have heard me mentioning it.”

You had never mentioned it, obviously. Because you and Ron were in fact not dating.

However, you would be lying if sometimes you didn’t wish you were. For example, nights like these, wrapped in each other’s arms on a couch made for one, or endless hours spent in the library together to finish a single assignment just because you kept getting distracted by each other’s presence.

Ron took one step closer to Mclaggen, their chests almost touching, and he spat “Get out before I see you out, McLaggen.” With a loud scoff, the older boy turned on his heels and trudged to the other side of the common room, where he slumped down on a couch, eyes still trained on you. Ron turned towards you, eyes instantly softening. You stood up wordlessly, a hand curling around his forearm softly to drag him into an empty study room in the common room.

When the door shut behind Ron, you faced him, bringing both your hands up to cup his jaw as you leaned in closer to him. Just millimetres away from your lips, Ron smiled as he realised what was happening, shutting his eyes as you finally melded your lips onto his. He brought his hands up to rest on the sides of your neck, thumb caressing the skin carefully, lips parting to kiss you deeply.

Your tongue met his between your lips, and you trailed your arms downwards to rest on his chest, lips curling into a wide smile that made it impossible for Ron to continue kissing you. “Sorry.” You mumbled when he broke the kiss. Ron shook his head, a smile as wide as yours, foreheads pressed against each other.

“So I don’t wanna sound like McLaggen, but-”

“Shut up and go out with me Ron.”

“Hey! I was gonna ask-mmph-” Ron’s complaints were immediately put to rest when you pulled him back in for another kiss, hands tightly curled around his collar. Ron stumbled into you, body pressing against yours as he snaked his hands around your waist, splaying his fingers on the surface of your lower back.

“Hogsmeade?” Ron asked between kisses, keeping you as close to him as possible as he manoeuvred you against a wall. “Uh-huh.” You replied, gasping softly as Ron forced his tongue back into your mouth. Moaning softly, you pushed Ron away from you by the chest, your lips separating with a loud pop.

“So just to be clear, how long have you liked me for?” Ron’s face flushed a dark red at your question and he instantly reconnected your lips, despite your quiet giggles interrupting you. Twining a hand into Ron’s fiery hair, you tugged at his locks so that you had just enough space between your lips to speak.

“Let me guess.” Ron groaned at your insistence, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. You hummed attentively, trying to make an accurate guess. “Is it-Oh!” Your words were cut off as Ron began harshly sucking on the skin of your neck, bringing a whimper from between your parted lips.

“Okay, I’ll-fuck Ron.” And if it wasn’t clear enough that Ron’s intent was to distract your mind from guessing he’d liked you for years, the smile against your neck told you so.

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[inuiiwonderland]

Empire

Being crowned as empress of the Yuunkaedangon empire at the age of 17, you begin to start loving the new status and power. But it soon gets a bit boring and demanding the moment you turned 18. Harem? Heirs? Tf not!

Chapter 5

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Yuu was their name

An unknown traveler that stumbled upon twisted wonderland one stormy night. Not having a single clue on how and why they got here. They traveled through various kingdoms and countries before they got to yuunkaedangon.

The reason behind their bloody and bruised body was something they still haven’t told you yet about.

You decided to let them stay for a couple days or even weeks, depending on how fast they heal.

They still seem a bit wary of you every time you come in to check on them, though it doesn’t bother you as you only come in to check on their condition before leaving.

Not paying mind to the eyes of the traveler that follows your every move until you leave the room.

-

It was spring, a season you absolutely love as you knew it was time for the annual spring parade that is held in the palace.

Food, music, taste of sweet and bitter wine, dances! Ah! You can feel your body shake in excitement.

“Don’t even”

“Mm?”

Atsushi shakes his head with a heavy sign knowing you were trying to play dumb again.

“Empress, I beg you to slow down on your alcohol intake” he pleads.

“Atsushiii it’s the spring festival! You know they have the best of the best wines during this time of year” you whine. But he only shakes his head as he sternly says that he’ll cancel the festival this year if you don’t listen. And honestly, that shuts you up real quick.

But not before pouting and glaring at the wooden floor as Atsushi goes about the list of people attending this year.

“Ah and last but not least, the Al-Asim family will be attending. Though this year only the king and his wife along with his eldest son, prince Kalim Al-Asim and his servant Jamil Viper will be attending”

You quirk a brow

“What about the rest of the children?”

“It doesn’t say”

“Mmm” The door to your office creaks open and you see Leona peek in. A soft smiles makes it’s way to your lips as you signal him to come in.

“I’ll be taking my leave” Atsushi says and you only nod. More focus on Leona and the beautiful rob that snugs his body and the pretty eye makeup that compliments his eyes and skin.

“I knew it would look good on you” You whisper as you continue to wonder your eyes all over. He scoffs and looks away but you don’t miss the light pink on the tips of his ears.

You break out into a fit of giggles as the tall male in front of you glares at your form.

“S-sorry! It’s just that- pfft!!” He rolls his eyes and turns to leave but you quickly wrap your arms around his waist as you bury your face on his back.

“M’ just messing with ya” You say softly. Now calming down after a good laugh.

“Just wanted to say thank you that’s all”

“Really now?” You move to look up at him. But as you looked up, he was already looking down at you.

“You’re very beautiful you know…”

Huh

Beautiful?

You blink a couple times before chucking

“Beautiful is a stretch”

“No it isn’t”

Maybe for the first time in your life you felt somewhat shy and even a little nervous. Leona stare wasn’t going away any time soon as he grabbed your chin with his hands. Cradling your face softly.

“You know, I won’t lie and say I wasn’t interested when my brother brought up the idea of me being one of your concubines”

“H-huh?”

“Before the party, I knew that he was planning on asking you. He talked about it for months”

WHAT?

“I-I why- huh?”

A small smirk creeps up his face as he holds you closer to him.

“We met before”

-

“How’s grim?” Riddle looks up at the man in front of him.

The new addition to the harem

“He's doing okay. His nightmares are starting to slowly go away” He says softly as the little boy in question lays on his lap in deep sleep.

“Ah that’s good to hear”

The two stay silent. Not knowing what else to say. Riddle still isn't that used to azul like he is with Leona. While azul still isn’t used to both of them. He’s more on the shy side.

“Are you excited for the spring festival?” It was riddle who broke the silence. Azul perks up at that and quickly nods.

“Yeah, I never been to one so I am pretty much excited to see what this years spring festival brings”

The redhead smiles.

“And you? Are you excited?”

“I have only been to two of them in the past when I was young…something my mother would drag me to for a opportu-….” He stops. A small frown laced on his face as he clenches his fist.

“I- never mind that I guess I never really cared for it”

“But now that I’m here…I guess I am excited” Azul didn’t question what he meant, by the looks of riddles face the boy most likely doesn’t want to talk about it.

“Well….I hope we both can enjoy this year’s festival together” riddle looks up at him. A little surprised. He then turns to look down and before he knows it a small smile creeps up his face.

“Yeah, that’ll be nice”

-

“Sissy look!”

It was the day of the spring festival. Merchants and food stalls were lined up perfectly along with many people from different countries and areas walking around and shopped with delight.

You smile down at grim as he shows you the new toy Atsushi got him.

“Very nice my dear”

“Can we please get some food? I’m hungry!” He exclaims as you giggle at his cuteness.

“Of course we can!”

“Don’t wander too far!” Atsushi yells behind the two of you. But it was already a little too late as the two of you happily walked off towards a nearby food stall.

“I see the empress is quite excited for this years spring festival” Atsushi turns around to see the former emperor.

WAIT

FORMER EMPEROR?!

“Imperial majesty” He bows as he greets him. The man in front of him stays silent which causes Atsushi to be confused. He peeks one eye open only to then see the man in front of him burst into laughter.

“You still look like a scared deer! Pfft!”

Ah yes

How could he forget how much the former emperor liked to tease?

“Atsushi! Long time no see!”

“Ah yes yes it’s been awhile”

“How’s my kid doing? She’s doing well?” Atsushi smiles at the mention of you.

“She’s doing great. The young empress has been doing well running this empire” Atsushi continues to ramble about your latest accomplishments, how you managed to create peace with a neighboring country while also making new allies, how you manage to stop a war from starting during your first couple weeks on being an empress, how your slowly starting to grow your harem, a-

Atsushi stops at the sudden sniffle coming from behind him. He turns to see the former emperor crying?!

“Your-“

“Ah my young child! Doing so well!”

“What else has my dear child done? I need to learn more!”

But before Atsushi could say any more, your voice makes them both turn to look at you.

“Father?”

“My dear empress!”

He rushes towards you before pulling you into a big hug.

“Father! I didn’t know you were coming!”

“Why would I miss my child’s first spring festival as the new empress?” You giggle . His attention soon drops to the little boy by your side who was busy munching on some fruit skewers.

“Ah! Is this boy yours? You didn’t tell me you already had one!”

The boys behind you immediately grew hot as riddle and azul faces turned bright red while Leona ears tinted a light pink.

“Oh no father! This is grim, doctor yujiro son.”

His eyes turned to the boy. He knows doctor yujiro, after all he was the one who saved you from your fever many years ago.

“Why hello there my boy. You’ve been eating good?”

“Yes! Look what sissy bought me!” He proudly shows a bag that contained so many delicious skewers and snacks.

“Well isn’t that good to hear!”

“Are you enjoying the festival so far my dear?” He then turns to you. You nod with a happy smile on your face.

“Well then, I’ll let you guys be”

“You won’t be joining us?” You frown. A little upset that your father won’t be joining you for this year’s festival.

“As much as I wish I could, your old man has some business to attend”

“I’ll let you guys go now, enjoy the festival my young empress” You pout but go ahead and leave.

“Is everything alright?” Atsushi asks.

The former emperor turns to him with a serious look which causes Atsushi to pale.

“It’s about my young empress”

-

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Introducing—

fratboy!nick x fratboy!rylan

fb!nick — nineteen. smokes. big dick. switch. lover boy. gay. pop music. backward hats. baggy jeans. physical touch. lovey drunk. smart. hoodies. never late to class. morning person. never hungover.

fb!rylan — eighteen. smokes. switch. hates committing. toxic. bisexual. working out. loves to get drunk. always hungover. night owl. always turns work in late. loves to buy nick things. rich background.

warnings — this au contains heavy smut, toxicity, alchohol, drugs, dickheads, fluff, angst, and a lot of making out.

a/n — I am actually so inlove with this au.

how it all started.

Nick’s sitting on his bed, hoodie halfway unzipped, legs spread like he knows what he’s doing. He’s got this lazy smirk on his face, eyes half-lidded, and Rylan has absolutely had enough of pretending to focus on his homework.

“You’re staring,” Nick says without looking up.

Rylan doesn’t answer right away. He’s tired of playing it off. “Yeah,” he says softly. “I am.”

Nick looks up at that — really looks. His smirk fades, replaced by something heavier. More serious. “Come here.”

He sits at the edge of the bed, unsure, until Nick shifts, knees brushing his. “You’re acting like you don’t already know I want you,” Nick says, voice low and a little breathless. “Like I haven’t wanted you since week two.”

Rylan laughs under his breath, nervous. “You hide it well.”

“I wasn’t trying to hide it.” Nick leans in, mouth inches from his. “I was waiting for you to stop being a coward.”

That’s all it takes.

Rylan kisses him—quick at first, just to see if it’s real—and Nick kisses back like he’s been starving. Hands in Rylan’s hair, pulling him closer, mouths clashing in this hungry, frantic rhythm. The hoodie rides up. Their legs tangle. Rylan can feel the heat of him, the solid press of Nick’s body shifting underneath his.

Nick exhales a shaky laugh against Rylan’s jaw. “You’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

“I think I do,” Rylan breathes, reaching for the hem of Nick’s hoodie.

Nick lifts his arms, lets Rylan pull it off, revealing flushed skin and torso. He’s warm under Rylan’s touch, mouth parted, eyes dark. “Tell me if anything’s too fast,” he whispers, already sliding his fingers under the waistband of Rylan’s sweatpants. “I’ll stop.”

But Rylan just leans down, presses their foreheads together, and murmurs, “Don’t.”

Nick pulls him in again, harder this time.

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[gracie-eilish]

roommate! billie au [pt 2]

part one

warnings: mention of hookups

an: i’m going based off my own college experience for age. billie and reader are 18 as of right now.

roommate! billie, who was kind enough to have her hookups at their place and not yours. but what she didn’t realize was the opening and closing of the heavy dorm door at 4:37am, without fail always woke you up behind your sleep mask.

roommate! billie, who couldn’t understand why she hated hearing you talk about that cute guy in your boring history class.

roomate! you, who couldn’t understand why you hated hearing her talk about last nights hookup or that cute girl in her production class.

roomate! billie, who held you in her arms when that cute boy from history class took you on a date just to ghost you.

“he didn’t deserve you anyway,” she’d say soothingly. “i mean what does he even have going for him??”

“he’s really pretty,” you mumbled into her shoulder. she stifled a laugh at how cute you were being.

“okay, that’s fair. BUT! he still doesn’t deserve you, love.” your heart rate picked up at the pet name.. love. your friends in high school didn’t really use pet names with each other, reserving them for partners or crushes only. this was new.

roommate! billie, who was always fiddling with her guitar. plucking new progressions, or softly humming a rhythm she was working through, scribbling in her little journal.

roommate! billie, who started to play/sing some things for you, asking for advice, letting you in on some secret projects she was working on:)

roommate! billie, who started to cherish your evenings in the dorm together more than the parties you went to, or her hookups on weekends.

roommate! you, who started to cherish your evenings in the dorm together more than the parties you went to, or your boys you dated around with.

one particular rainy early october evening, you both were clad in comfy clothes, working on homework, journaling, writing, just sharing the comfortable silence together. your room had been decorated for halloween, little pumpkin string lights over the window, ghosts and goblins and spiders littered the surfaces of your room, cheap gel window clings of spooky characters covered the glass… you two had a thing for decorating for holidays you had discovered.

your phone buzzed on your desk, picking it up to see his name on the caller id. you let it ring, setting it back down.

“who’s that?” billie mumbled, not looking up from her notebook.

“y/situationships/n.” {your situationships name}

“why’d you ignore him?? i thought this was kinda going somewhere??”

“meh. i’m enjoying your company right now.. don’t really wanna leave.”

her heart fluttered.

roommate! billie, who insisted you two do a matching halloween costume. something cheesy, like glinda and dorothy, or a dalmatian and firefighter, or buzz lightyear and woody.

roommate! billie, who pretended not to know how to do a certain makeup skills so you’d have to do it for her before the halloween party you both were attending.

roommate! billie, who sat on the bathroom counter while you did her eyeliner for her. you noticed but didn’t say anything about the blush creeping up on her skin the closer your faces got.

roommate! billie, who didn’t let you go all night. always a hand around your shoulder or on your waist. even when y/s/n was around, she didn’t let her grip falter.. possessive, jealous… you didn’t move her hand away not once.

roommate! billie, who pulled you onto her bed that night. both tipsy and giggling like all 18 year old college roommates do. she on her back, you on your stomach, both gabbing about whatever your drunk brains could muster up, still wearing your halloween costumes.

“can i tell you a really big secret? like so so secret no one can know?” billie nodded furiously, wanting to know everything about you and more.

“i’ve never kissed anyone before.” you smacked your hands over your flushed face.

“WHAT?!” she nearly shoved you off the tiny bed. you giggled shushing her, it was 5:16 am after all.

“seriously? but you’re you! how has no one ever kissed you before? wait woah woah woah…. how have none of you guys you’ve gone out with this year NOT ONCE kissed you?!”

you shrugged. “i wish i knew. a few people have tried to kiss me.. but the moment just wasn’t right, ya know?”

she nodded slowly, still unable to comprehend that the angel lying next to her had never had something so simple yet romantic as a kiss. if only she could just lean over, take your face in her hands and,

“can i tell you what my dream first kiss is?”

“you have a dream first kiss?” she asked mockingly.

“billie i’m 18 years old and i’ve been on nine first dates since we got here in august. yeah.” she raised her hands in surrender, prompting you to continue.

“okay so,” you shifted to get a little closer to her. your shoulder was practically touching her stomach. “i want it to happen during the winter. i wanna be on a date, or maybe getting dropped off from a date, either way.. outside.” billie nodded like she was taking notes.

“i wanna be with them, walking or standing by the car, looking into their eyes when all of a sudden i feel this wet blob get in my eye. we both giggle and they brush the snow off my face. snow!! it’s snowing!!! we look up and laugh softly until i look back down, and they’re not looking at the snow… they’re looking at me. they’d tease me about my cold nose, booping it softly, before cupping my cheek, rubbing their thumb on my cold skin… they’d lean in softly and then…”

you popped you lips softly, hands mimicking the explosion of a firework to signal the kiss. you looked at billie with the softest smile and widest eyes, melting billie’s heart.

“so what i’m hearing is when there’s a snowstorm coming i need to send you out on a date?” you snorted, nodding jokingly.

“noted. get someone to kiss y/n while it snows so she can live happily ever after in the cold.”

giggling you shifted to sit next to her, dropping your head to her shoulder, wrapping your hands around her arm closest to you.

“you’re the best.” you kissed her clothed shoulder.

roommate! billie, who didn’t move for a long time after you fell asleep on her shoulder. admiring your fluttering lashes, watching the rise and fall of your chest.

roommate! billie, who’s heart fluttered when you only used “they” when talking about your dreamy first kiss…

roommate! billie, who eventually woke you softly so you both could change and take off your makeup and properly get ready for bed.

roommate! billie, who’s bed was suddenly so cold without you in it.

roommate! you, who now lay wide awake facing the wall so billie wouldn’t know you weren’t sleeping. it was so easy to fall asleep over on her bed…

roommate! billie, who was searching the weather app for the first predicted snowfall of the season…

[xxmcr05xx]

When the Sun Hits | Anakin Skywalker x f!Reader

Summary: Anakin doesn't know how to cope so he goes to his fwb.

Warnings/content: Friends with benefits, virginity loss, flashbacks, making out, groping, dry-humping, hickeys, cunnilingus, fingering (f! receiving), orgasm, nipple play, nipple licking, friends to lovers, dacryphilia, praise kink, doggy style, cowgirl position

WC: 3,877

Originally posted: 02/06/2025 on AO3!

18+ MDNI

Divider by @uzmacchiato

Anakin was curled up in bed.

He had been feeling quite low for the past couple of days now, war was looming and he know he shouldn't be scared - he's a Jedi for fuck sake! Nonetheless, he still felt paralyzed in his bed. Anakin just wanted one girl: his best friend F/N. The two had been friends ever since Anakin was a young padawan - the two first meeting on Naboo as the queen's younger sister.

After their initial meeting, the two became inseparable, talking to each other almost every week and when they were lucky enough, spent their free time together doing who knows what. That was years ago now and the two have grown older, both 23 to be exact. There was a shift in their relationship, and it happened when they were celebrating F/N's 19th birthday.

"Happy birthday, F/N!" Anakin cheered, walking up to the girl and giving her a big hug.

"Ani! Aah I was wondering when you," F/N greeted back, keeping her arms wrapped around his waist, "everyone is in the main hall partying right now, but I don't want of that. Honestly, it was Padmé's idea to host the party, oddly enough, Sola was also enthusiastic as well about the party," F/N sighed out, letting go of the hug, "honestly, I wanted to just have you over put she insisted."

Anakin let out a small chuckle, "You're a very lucky girl, F/N. C'mon, let's go say hi to some people then maybe we can go up to your room, 'kay?" Anakin suggested, F/N pouted but gave a nod anyway, walking together to the main hall. When they arrived, music was playing loudly, the decor was F/N's edgy taste of darker colours - with some lighter decorations sprinkled in thanks to her sister's.

In the distance, Padmé spotted the two and perked up, walking over and waving, "Anakin! A pleasure to see you," Padmé greeted, giving the man a small side-hug, "F/N does NOT shut up about you, y'know I think she'd like you for her bir-" Padmé was interrupted with F/N slapping her hand over her mouth, clearly embarrassed. Anakin raised an eyebrow at Padmé's statement, but didn't think too much of it

"That's enough, Padmé, shut up," F/N growled through her teeth, "anyway.... can I go to my room now? Everyone's been her for like five hours now; I'm extremely tired," I whined out.

Padmé gave her younger sister an empathetic look and nodded, "You guys are free to go up, I just hope you're having a good birthday, sister," she said softly, rubbing F/N's arm.

"I am, Padmé, thank you."

F/N then grabbed Anakin's excitedly and waved goodbye to her sister, Anakin was taken aback a bit with F/N's sudden gesture, but just followed her anyway. "Man, I am just so glad you're here, Ani, this party was just a bore," F/N complained as they made their way to F/N's room.

"Mmm I'm sure it is, F/N. It was all you were complaining about for the past couple of days," the boy replied, rolling his eyes a little with a small grin.

"Excuse me, Anakin, I NEVER complain," F/N replied back with a matter-of-fact tone that made Anakin snicker a little.

The pair finally made their way to F/N's room, it was decorated with a lot of posters, as well as a lot of water colour paintings that the girl had done. F/N went to her vanity and started to take out her hair pins, "Can you believe what they did to my hair, Ani? I would never allow myself to have it all pinned up and curled, but Padmé HAD to insist I have it up - she even asked her stupid servants to do it up..." The blond man nodded softly, he was sat on F/N bed, looking over at the girl as she casual-fied herself.

F/N talked nonstop for about thirty minutes about the party as she changed out of her party attire and into something more comfortable. She walked behind the room divider to change, complaining about her sister and how she found it annoying that her parents had told her to live in the palace with her queen sister, but her other sister got to stay at home.

Moonlight peered out of the windows, it was at just the right angle that Anakin could see F/N naked silhouette. His eyes widened slightly as he could see her undress, unaware that Anakin could see her so well while she continued to chat. Anakin had these thoughts about F/N before: when he was just hitting puberty he saw her at a different angle of teenage lust. As a Jedi he couldn't do anything and tried very hard to suppress those feelings - ultimately failing at some times.

Anakin cleared his throat to clear his mind as F/N walked out from the divider, dressed in her pyjamas now. "- and so I'm just deciding not to talk to them again. Such a lazy coward," F/N huffed out, sitting on the bed next to Anakin, "I hope that you're enjoying yourself, Anakin," the girl asked, crossing her legs and laying on her back.

"O-Oh yeah I'm okay. Actually, I did get you a gift," Anakin replied back, F/N looked up and pouted, "I know I know, you didn't want a gift but I felt bad... you are nineteen now, after all," Anakin reached into his pocket and held a jewelry box in his hand. F/N gasped a little and sat up, looking at Anakin. "Happy birthday," Anakin whispered, giving the box to F/N.

When she opened it up, the box revealed a gorgeous gold chain, in the middle that gold continued to weave over a polished chalcedony crystal. "Wow, Anakin, I don't know what to say..." F/N looked up at Anakin with soft eyes, "thank you." Anakin smiled back as F/N took the necklace out of the box, wearing it over her neck.

"It looked gorgeous on you, F/N," Anakin mumbled, playing with the sleeve of his robe as F/N admired it.

"Where did you even get something like this?" F/N asked, looking closely at the crystal.

Anakin chuckled and looked away nervously, "Don't worry, F/N. As long as you're happy with it." The girl looked up at Anakin and smiled softly, she wriggled a bit closer to him and hugged him tightly, repeating another quiet thank you as they hugged. Anakin was taken aback a bit but hugged her back anyway. He could feel her breath on his neck and the smell of her perfume strongly.

The two moved away from the hug and stared at each other, Anakin looked into her eyes with a deep compassion while F/N had a strong sense of need. "Anakin..." F/N whispered, she had a small crease near her eyebrow - Anakin knew that look, she would do that subconsciously when she wanted something.

"Yes, F/N?"

F/N gulped and looked to the side, suddenly feeling extremely hot and bothered when looking at Anakin. "Thank you for making my birthday special... I... I don't know what to say or do," She let out with a small voice. Anakin could sense it on her, something about the situation they were in right now made their usually relaxed relationship suddenly tensed up.

"Can you feel it?" F/N asked.

She looked back up at him with desperate eyes, she was feeling things that she shouldn't about her best friend but Anakin could sense it in her head. F/N wanted Anakin in a more-than-friendly way and Anakin could sense it. The blond gulped and looked back at her, "I can't... I'm a Jedi," Anakin muttered back, but he didn't care, he knew that he was lying - they both knew that he was lying.

"We can still be friends, I still want to be your friend, Ani."

The use of his nickname in that moment flooded Anakin with a sense of stronger lust.

"Still friends?"

"Still friends."

Anakin moved closer now, he basically entrapped F/N between his legs, his hands moved to her cheek, feeling her warm face. Neither of them had ever been close like this before, they hadn't even been like this with another person. "Tell me to stop..." Anakin whispered, his other hand grazing down her arm now.

But F/N didn't.

She shook her head and moved her own hand over his own that was on her cheek, "I need you right now, Ani."

It was all Anakin had to hear, he slowly guided F/N to lay down on her bed and crawled on top of her, basically caging her with his arms and legs. F/N had this insatiable look in her eyes as Anakin stared down at her - they both knew it was wrong but it wouldn't change anything, right?

Anakin leaned down at moved the hair out of her face, whispering 'thank you's' and how much he's thought about this. His lips trailed from her jaw and right near her lips. He looked back at her with permission, but she had that look in here eyes that said 'just take me' - so Anakin did that.

Their lips met softly, kissing passionately as Anakin held her face. The two friends moaned out softly so Anakin took that moment to slip his tongue out to graze against F/N's lips, she opened her mouth slightly and let Anakin taste her. The taste and sensation of F/N against him was overwhelming, he had never felt this turned on in his life.

Small moans left F/N's mouth as Anakin's hand moved down her shoulders now, teasing her as they neared her tits. Anakin could sense that she liked that so he moved his hands to her tits over her pyjama shirt, his hands groped her ever-so slightly which made F/N moan a bit louder in her mouth.

His hands trailed underneath her shirt, feeling her bare chest now with both his hands.

The scene in front of him was overwhelming when he moved away from her lips: her shirt tugged above her tits, hair sprawled and messy, and her face pink and flustered. Anakin stared at his hands and sighed, rubbing her chest again with his thumbs. "Fuck, I really just want to take you..." he whined out.

"Just take me, Ani."

And that's what they did.

Anakin and F/N were each other's first that night.

They continued as friends with benefits after that night.

Years had passed since then and Anakin was now a Jedi knight, he was still best friends with F/N but their relationship was slightly changed now. They were more intimate with each other. Anakin whined out F/N's name sadly, no one was in the room but he was hoping that she would arrive any minute. Just before he laid in bed, he called F/N and asked her to come over.

Five minutes had passed and Anakin heard a knock on the door, the man got up straight away and basically ran to the door. In front of him was his best friend, she was much more mature looking than the first time they were together and it drove Anakin to insanity, he loved her so much. "What's wrong, Ani? Are you okay?" F/N as she walked into the room, he shrugged and closed the door, sitting back down on his bed.

"I'm a Jedi knight and I feel scared," Anakin cried out, he covered his face with his hands and groaned, "I'm a failure of a Jedi knight; what is wrong with me?"

F/N sat down next to Anakin and sighed, placing a hand on his thigh, "You're gonna be fine, Ani. You're the best Jedi knight ever, Anakin. I know that you can do this, we'll make it out in the end." The brunette sighed and rubbed his face with his hands, feeling a lot more calm now.

"Thank you, F/N. I'm a bit embarrassed now," he confessed, looking to the side in embarrassment. This made F/N giggle, she laid down on Anakin's bed and looked over at him.

"We all get like that sometimes, it just makes us human."

Anakin shrugged and muttered an 'I suppose so' under his breath, he looked back up at F/N and frowned with that same need in his eyes. "I just need to get my mind off of it," Anakin mumbled. F/N knew this was a code for 'please just let me fuck you,' so she laughed and sat up.

"Oh, yeah? How so?" F/N teased.

The man pouted and sat up, "You know how..." Anakin muttered, he bit the inside of his cheek, annoyed about her teasing. F/N grinned and shifted close to Anakin, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"You just missed your best friend, didn't you?" F/N whispered into his ear, grinning still. Anakin let out a deep sigh and placed his larger hands over hers.

"Maybe..."

Anakin stared into her eyes and kissed her nose, "Just lay down, let me love you tonight," Anakin begged, rubbing his hands down her shoulders. F/N obeyed his command and laid down on her back, smiling as she kept her eye contact with Anakin. The Jedi groaned softly at the look in her eyes, he could tell that she wanted this just as much he wanted it.

His lips smashed against hers in almost an instant, a total opposite of the first time he made love with her.

They were a total horny mess.

F/N wrapped her legs around Anakin's waist, grinding herself onto the Jedi, which made him whine out loudly. His hands undressed her quite fast, removing his own clothes as well while they still made out. Saliva was dripping down their faces now as their lust for one another grew, Anakin's hands were all over F/N's body now, groping and slapping her tits as his mouth moves down to her clavicle. He couldn't help himself. Anakin bit small love bites on F/N's breasts which made the woman cry out.

"Hhgh, oh my fucking hell, Ani... it's so much!..." F/N whined out.

Anakin growled and sucked harder all over her chest, which started to look like a watercolour painting of purples and reds. "Just let me eat you out, precious," Anakin moaned out, he kept eye contact with F/N as he kissed further down her tummy, close to her aching cunt now. "Fuck, I can smell it from here," Anakin moaned out, looking down at her cunt now, "it smells so sweet and delicious, baby."

The Jedi pulled her panties down slowly but surely, "I love you," Anakin confessed, he wasn't even thinking at that moment as his tongue attached to her lips straight away. F/N's eyes widened both at the sudden feeling as well as Anakin's confession, not once during their 'situation' have they ever said 'I love you' to one another.

F/N covered her mouth with her hands and moaned out, Anakin's tongue was deep inside of her now, his arms over her thighs and his thumb rubbing her clit harshly. Anakin kept his pace up as he felt F/N's thighs squeezing his head, which further motived the Jedi. "It's too much, Ani!!" F/N sobbed out, she desperately tried to move away from Anakin, but his pace continued. He moved his mouth away from her pussy and he looked back up at F/N, he had two fingers inside of her now, squirming inside of her at a fast pace.

The look on Anakin's face was insatiable. He was just so insatiable.

A mixture of her cum and his spit were running down his mouth now, cheeks and mouth red, and his hair a mess. F/N wanted to kiss him so bad but she felt her orgasm nearing, she shook her head in pleasure, her knuckles were white as a ghost as she gripped the bedsheets tightly. F/N noticed that Anakin's hips would move as well, which definitely indicated that he was grinding into the bed this entire time.

"Fhuh... gonna c-cum, F/N?" Anakin asked, speech slurred from the bodily fluids coming out of his mouth, "P-Please just fucking cum all over me," Anakin moaned out and leaned forwards, his lips were sucking harshly on F/N's nipples. Pleasure wasn't even the right word for what the two friends were feeling right now, it was just so much overwhelming lust.

F/N nodded her head intensely, her hands moved to Anakin's back, holding him as close to her as she could. Her orgasm took over after that, she held her childhood friend close to her. Anakin kept fingering her after her orgasm, he needed to feel her wetness more. "S-Stop, Ani... too much," F/N cried out.

Anakin snapped back into reality for a second and looked up at F/N, tears were pouring down her face. "Oh fuck- I'm really sorry, F/N," Anakin had a slightly panicked face as he wiped her tears away, making F/N laugh a little.

"It's okay Anakin..." F/N replied back rubbing his cheek a little with her thumb, "now... how about I return the favour, yeah?" F/N asked, slowly switching positions with Anakin. The man was thanking the Makers in his head so much in  the moment, extremely turned on with F/N's fucked-out appearance: hair messy and cum dripping out of her cunt and onto the mattress.

F/N leaned down, she kissed Anakin's cheek before pulling off his boxers. She noticed just before she peeled it off that there was a huge wet stain at the front, making F/N giggle. When she took the undergarment off of him fully, she was taken aback at the size of his cock - despite having seen it multiple times.

"It just looks good every single time I see it," F/N confessed, making Anakin blush.

F/N adjusted herself onto her side now, she held his cock with her free hand and smiled, looking up at Anakin. Her mouth slowly dipped down to his cock, licking the tip with her tongue slowly and indulging the taste of his pre-cum. Anakin moved a hand down to her hair and gripped it gently, slowly guiding the woman and up down his cock.

She closed her eyes softly and indulged in the taste of his cock, bobbing her head at a faster pace now and sucking her cheeks in. Anakin could die a happy man right here and then, it was extremely overwhelming for him but he just needed her more and more. "Th-That's it... good fucking girl," Anakin praised, letting out a throaty growl.

This turned on F/N even more, her pace was even faster now which Anakin noticed. "Oh? You- You like when I praise you? You're such a good girl for me, you know just the right angle to fucking suck me off," Anakin paused to let out a loud moan as he could feel F/N's tongue on a prominent vein on his cock, "I'm gonna just cum so fucking hard in your mouth, sweet girl."

F/N needed this more than ever, her pace was unbelievably faster now. Anakin's legs were jittering now, his grip was tight on her hair as he basically forced her to suck him off. "Fucking hell.. aah fuck... I'm gonna cum-" Anakin's eyes shot wide as he orgasmed, eyes rolling backwards in pleasure as he shot his load down F/N's mouth.

The woman opened her eyes to look at Anakin, swallowing his cum quickly. She sat up and hovered over Anakin's cock, "I need to take you now, Ani," F/N whined out, she kissed Anakin's post-orgasm face and held his hard cock again, slowly sliding her cunt over it.

Both of them moaned in unison, overstimulated by their recent orgasms. Anakin's hands moved down to her waist, helping guide her down his raw cock, "You're so tight, my sweet girl, so unbelievably fucking good," Anakin moaned out, it was bad, he was starting to feel protective over her. "You're mine forever, got it? I own your fucking cunt, I own you."

F/N moaned in agreement, nodding her head fast and babbling yes underneath her breath. Anakin's hips thrusted up, trying hard to keep in time with the speed that F/N was bouncing on him.

The disgusting sound of squelching and bed-squeaking filled the room up.

This was the most intimacy any two people could ever be.

"I love you, F/N..." Anakin confessed again, he kissed her clavicle and cried out, "fuck I love you I love you I love you so much," Anakin pushed F/N over onto her back. F/N was taken aback and cried out because Anakin slipped out of her, he grabbed her hips and flipped her so that she was on her knees.

F/N whimpered out at the sudden action but allowed it to happened. Anakin was worshipping her at this point, pressing kisses all over her legs and up to her ass, giving it one last kiss before getting up on his knees, thrusting his cock back into F/N's cunt. F/N hands grabbed the sheets almost in an instant and whined out, eyes closed in pleasure, Anakin fucking her from behind.

His hands gripped her ass tightly, smacking it harshly and trying to reach his rush his orgasm. "Ooouhh, oh fuck-" Anakin leaned down, his head resting on F/N's back, "gonna cum so deep inside you, 'kay? My perfect girl I'm gonna fucking cum in your perfect body."

F/N nodded, feeling her own orgasm arriving as soon as he spoke up, her body shook and a drawn-out moan left her mouth as she came.

Soon after, Anakin came as well, he held F/N as close as he could to his own body, letting out the loudest moan that echoed through the room. The feeling of her warm cunt was so intriguing for Anakin, he loved the feeling of his warm cum inside of her. A minute passed and he finally moved, he slowly slid out of F/N's cunt, which made her whimper. Anakin looked over and saw that F/N was basically asleep, he chuckled to himself and helped her lay on her back.

"Did you mean that before, Ani?" F/N asked as she leaned her head onto Anakin's chest, "That... That you loved me?" Anakin looked down at her and smiled a little, a small blush on his face.

"O-Oh yeah uhm... I really do like you a lot, F/N," Anakin muttered, "I've always been too afraid to tell you, since I thought you just saw me as a friend."

F/N snorted and lightly punched his chest, "Oh my Maker, Anakin, I think I've had a crush on you since I was like... thirteen." Anakin hummed and held her close.

"Well, I'm happy that you're only mine now."

"I've always been yours."

[alaiasole]

✷ welcome back to solè’s bar ✷

tonight’s signature: vow to ruin me

→ jean x black!reader | modern au | wedding night special | filthy romance

→ tags: f!reader, oral, unprotected sex, fingering,creampie, backshots, dirty talk ,missionary, praise kink

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you and jean had just gotten married.

still feels unreal. everything about today was perfect your dress, the venue, the music, the food, the dancing, the way he couldn’t stop looking at you like he already missed you while holding your hand. and now, in the backseat of the black car headed to your hotel, he’s got your hand in his lap, kissing your fingers like he’s still trying to prove to himself this happened. that you’re his wife now.

“you good, baby?” he asks softly, voice low, thumb brushing circles into your palm.

you smile at him. “more than good.”

he lets out this breathy little laugh, head tilting back against the seat. “can’t believe you’re my wife. for real.”

you laugh too. “boy, please. like you weren’t plotting since the first time we met.”

“exactly,” he grins, leaning over to kiss your cheek, then your jaw. “had to marry you after that. had no choice.”

his lips linger for a second. your hand’s still in his, and it stays there as the driver pulls up to the hotel.

jean steps out first, buttoning his suit jacket again before walking around the car. he opens your door and holds his hand out for you like the dramatic little gentleman he is. “come on, mrs. kirstein.”

you roll your eyes but take it. “that’s wild to hear.”

he helps you out carefully, holding the bottom of your dress so it doesn’t drag,he doesn’t even say anything just keeps looking at you like he might cry again.

you both walk into the hotel lobby together. he keeps his hand on your lower back, whispering something about how you look so good, it’s criminal. you’re too caught up in the moment to see the front desk lady flagging him down.

“mr. kirstein?”

jean turns his head. “yeah?”

“hi, sorry to bother you—there’s a small issue with the final bill for the suite. looks like a balance hasn’t been paid yet.”

you blink. “wait, what?”

jean frowns. “that can’t be right. everything was paid for in advance.”

you step in behind him, playing your role. “maybe there was, like, an error or something?”

he looks down at you, already trying to shield you from the stress. “baby, you should go upstairs. you’ve been on your feet all day.”

“are you sure?” you ask, voice soft. “i can wait—”

“nah, go. seriously. i just gotta figure this out real quick, and i’ll be right up. our room should be ready.”

you pause, then nod. “okay. don’t be long.”

“i won’t.” he leans in and kisses your forehead. “go get comfortable, mrs. kirstein.”

you take the keycard from him and start toward the elevator, giving him one last look before stepping inside.

and he doesn’t even know. doesn’t know you planned this. doesn’t know that the ‘unpaid balance’ is a lie you coordinated with hotel staff hours ago, that the suite is already lit up in candles and lined in rose petals, and that you’ve got white lace under this dress, and a little veil in your bag just for him.

you’re grinning by the time the elevator doors close.

the elevator ride up feels longer than it is.

you’re still holding the keycard, pressed between your fingers like your heart’s not already racing in your chest. not out of nerves, not really but out of anticipation. you’d been planning this for weeks. making sure every candle was placed just right, the rose petals scattered like a dream, the scent in the air warm and soft and romantic. lingerie? check. veil? check. music? check. mood? perfect.

when the elevator doors open, there’s a soft gasp one of the hotel attendants is already waiting. “mrs. kirstein?” she smiles.

“yes?” you blink, surprised.

“i was asked to help you up with your dress just so it doesn’t snag or anything on your way to the suite.”

you exhale in relief. “thank you. that would be great.”

she helps you carry the flowing hem of your gown, walking slowly beside you as you head down the hall. your heels click softly against the marble floors, your heart beating a little louder with every step. you glance at the room numbers, then down at the key again. 1711. top floor. luxury suite.

you stop in front of the door, nod at the girl. “thank you.”

“you’re welcome,” she says with a little wink before walking off.

the second the door clicks open, you step inside and smile.

it’s perfect. everything you imagined and more.

roses spill across the floor in a soft trail toward the bed, candles flicker on every surface soft gold light dancing against the walls. the room smells like fresh petals and something sweet, like vanilla and champagne. the lights are dimmed just enough, soft enough to melt into.

you close the door behind you and let out a breath.

okay.

this is it.

you kick off your heels, setting them neatly by the door, and walk into the bathroom. you’re gentle with your dress, pulling it off slowly, carefully, folding it across the bench. your fingers move to the bag you packed earlier. white lace. delicate. soft. just for tonight.

you slip into the set a lacy white thong with matching garter and sheer stockings that hug your thighs just right. the bra’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever worn, soft cups trimmed in dainty floral lace, your skin glowing beneath it. you add the final touch a short, flirty veil that falls just below your shoulders.

you walk to the mirror.

your lips still look good from earlier, but you touch them up anyway glossy and kissable. a little powder under your eyes. a dab of highlighter on your cheekbones. fingers adjusting your veil just so. you check your hair, smooth your hands down your thighs, flick the lace garters against your skin just to hear the little snap.

“you got this,” you whisper to yourself. “that’s your husband.”

your reflection smiles back at you. smug. glowing.

before walking out, you grab the perfume from the counter spritz it across your neck, your collarbone, the backs of your knees. he loves this scent on you. you swear it drives him crazy.

music hums softly in the background slow, sultry, something like surprise by chlöe plays low enough to set the mood, just loud enough to feel it.

you walk to the bed, taking your time. settle on your knees, back straight, thighs pressed together. you adjust the veil so it falls just right. lace stretched across your skin, nerves settling under your confidence. you look so good. you feel even better.

and now you wait.

the candles flicker.

the music plays.

and your man is on his way.

he signs the final paper with a distracted thank you, barely processing what the woman at the front desk is saying anymore. his mind’s already halfway upstairs. halfway on you.

the second he steps into the elevator, he loosens the top button of his dress shirt and exhales, slow. it’s been a long day a beautiful one but still. he’s ready to unwind. ready to hold you. ready to just be with you.

he swipes the keycard.

the soft click of the hotel suite unlocking is the only sound, but he freezes when he sees it. the hallway lights are dim. the whole suite is quiet. but a trail of rose petals leads toward the bedroom.

“baby?” he calls out gently, voice dropping lower, like he knows something’s waiting for him.

he follows the petals slow, hands in his pockets now, heartbeat suddenly picking up. and when he turns the corner, when he sees you—

his jaw just fucking drops.

you’re sitting pretty on the edge of the bed, knees tucked under you, soft candlelight painting your brown skin in this golden, glowing sheen. and that white lace lingerie with the tiny veil slipping off your shoulder?

he swears he’s never seen anything like it.

his eyes drag over your silhouette slow, reverent and he shakes his head with the softest smile tugging at his lips.

“what’s all this?” he murmurs, stepping closer.

you smile at him, all innocent and glowing. “your surprise.”

he exhales through his nose, walking until he’s right in front of you, towering over your soft, poised figure. his fingers lift your chin gently, tilting your head up so you’re looking into his warm, hungry eyes.

“fuck, baby… what am i gonna do with you,” he mutters, voice dipped in something deeper now something hoarse and reverent.

you smile again, softer this time. and then you move

slow, fluid hands coming to his belt buckle, undoing it with ease. he watches you with parted lips, a deep breath rolling through his chest.

“oh, shit,” he breathes, hips twitching when you tug his pants and boxers down in one go. his cock springs free half hard already and your hand wraps around it without hesitation, stroking him gentle, slow.

his hands fall to his sides. he’s not even touching you. just letting you have him.

“fuck, baby,” he groans again, brows furrowed, hips pushing forward into your hand.

you glance up at him, eyes sparkling with that same innocence that first reeled him in. and then, with no warning at all, your lips part and you kiss the tip of his cock just a soft, teasing press.

he curses under his breath, watching you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. “you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me.”

you giggle softly, then take him into your mouth fullyslow, deep, committed. his breath catches. one of his hands shoots out to grab the edge of the dresser behind you. the other finds the back of your head, not pushing, just holding. grounding.

“baby,” he moans, eyes fluttering closed. “you’re really doing this to me right now?”

your tongue glides along the underside of his cock, and then you start moving slow, smooth strokes, sucking him deep like you’ve been waiting all night to do this. you take your time with it, letting your lips stretch, your eyes water, your throat open just enough to make him groan again.

his hand grips your hair tighter.

“fuck… that’s it. that’s it, pretty girl. just like that…”

you hum around him on purpose and the vibration makes his hips jerk. he’s watching you now, panting, cheeks flushed and jaw clenched, his tie hanging loose around his neck like he’s unraveling just from your mouth alone.

you pulled back with a gasp, strings of spit connecting your lips to his tip. then you licked it again. slapped it on your tongue once, twice eyes still locked on his, like you were daring him to look away.

jean cursed under his breath.

jaw relaxing, breath steady, you let your spit run down the sides of him as your hands stroked what your mouth couldn’t reach. your pace messy, a little filthy now. he groaned, deep in his chest, like it was being dragged out of him.

you glance up at him, eyes glossy, mouth full of him, spit slick and glistening around your lips like gloss. you pull off slow, dragging your tongue along the underside of his cock as you go, lips trailing open mouthed kisses down to the base. he shudders, one hand gripping the back of your head like he’s trying to steady himself.

“you sure?” you murmur, teasing, licking your way back up to the tip. “’cause i don’t mind finishin’ you off like this…”

his hand comes down slow, firm on the side of your jaw. “baby,” he breathes, voice caught between a moan and a warning, “if you keep going like that, i’m not gonna last.”

you glance up at him, mouth still full, spit dripping from your lips, and let him slip out with a soft pop.

he leans down eyes wild, pupils blown and kisses you. messy, deep, tongue first. his fingers wrap around the back of your neck, guiding you up with him, lips never leaving yours. it’s greedy, breathless, like he’s trying to taste what you just did to him.

“god,” he mutters against your mouth. “fuckin’ mouth on you…”

he kisses you again slower this time then gently guides you back, easing you down into the bed. the veil still frames your hair your thighs part instinctively.

you do. you let your spine melt into the mattress, arms out, legs parted just enough to tease. jean follows the trail of candlelight flickering over your skin, and when he climbs between your legs, he doesn’t start at your pussy no. he starts at your ankle. kisses it. then the inside of your calf. the dip behind your knee. soft, reverent, like worship.

his mouth ghosts up the inside of your thigh. “been thinkin’ about this all night,” he murmurs, hot breath fanning over your lace. “you in this little fuckin’ outfit. sittin’ pretty in our hotel room. waitin’ for me like this…”

his thumbs slide up your thighs, spreading them wider.

“baby,” you whisper, breath catching.

he kisses the lace once. Then again. Then he pushes it aside with his fingers and groans when he sees how wet you are your folds already glistening, clit peeking out and begging to be touched.

“look at you,” he breathes. “fuck, you’re soaked.”

his fingers find your pussy, thick and slow, rubbing between your folds with purpose. when his thumb presses to your clit, you jolt, a sharp gasp leaving your lips.

“jean—”

“relax,” he says, gaze locked on your face. “i got you.”

two fingers slide into you, slow and deep. your mouth falls open. he moves them carefully at first curling, pumping, pressing just right until your hips start to rock into his hand. he watches the way you fall apart for him, eyes low, lips parted.

“that’s it, baby. let me feel you.”

his pace quickens, fingers moving faster, deeper, knuckles curling just right. your thighs begin to tremble. he brings his mouth to your inner thigh, kissing and sucking little marks into the skin while he fucks you on his hand.

you whimper. your back arches. your hands clutch the sheets like you’re about to float right out of your body.

“you gonna cum for me?” he whispers, tongue flicking over your skin.

“y-yeah, baby—fuck—jean, i’m—”

“come on, love. give it to me. let me see how good i make you feel.”

and then it hits. that wave crashes over you, thighs clenching, breath stuttering, voice cracking on a moan that’s soaked in need. he watches it all, watches you come undone beneath him, your slick gushing around his fingers.

he groans when he pulls out of your dripping pussy, fingers still coated in your cum, but it’s the way you’re laid out beneath him that really knocks the wind out his chest.

eyes all glossy. lips parted. body trembling with leftover pleasure. still in your little veil, hair all messy, makeup slightly smeared, thighs twitching with every breath you take.

“look at you,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss your lips—slow, tender, the kind that has your toes curling just from how soft he’s being. “my fuckin’ wife.”

you barely whisper it back, “your wife,” voice all shaky, but he hears you. it’s all he needed.

he leans back on his knees, strokes the tip of his cock through your folds, slow and steady. watches how it glides so easily through your slick, wet and creamy and messy just for him. he lets the tip rub over your clit once… twice… watches your stomach jump with each touch. and then he presses in.

deep.

somewhere in the background, low and slow, “Sex With Me” by Rihanna slips into the speakers thick bass and sultry vocals curling into the room like smoke.

your mouth falls open. no sound at first, just air, just breath, until he bottoms out and stays there, thick cock filling you up so deep you can feel it in your chest.

“oh my god—” you gasp.

he buries his head in the crook of your neck, arms sliding under your waist to keep you close as he starts to move, slow at first. every stroke deep and precise, hips rolling into you like he’s got nowhere else to be.

“fuck, baby…” he pants against your skin. “you feel so fuckin’ good… tight as hell, wrapped all around me… shit.”

your legs wrap around his waist, ankles locking behind him, like you’re trying to keep him there forever. he fucks into you steady, dragging the length of his dick out slow before pushing it back in with a wet squelch that makes you moan louder each time.

“you’re so beautiful like this,” he says, breath hot against your ear. “my pretty fuckin’ wife. takin’ me so good.”

you claw at his back, fingers curling into his shoulders, hips lifting to meet his strokes. your voice cracks as you whisper, “deeper—baby, please—”

he shifts, pulls back just enough to grip your thighs and push them toward your chest. his pace changes still slow, but now it’s intentional, deeper, filthier, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the room.

your head falls back, eyes rolling as he rubs your clit with his thumb, fast little circles that have your body trembling.

“uh uh, don’t run,” he grunts, watching your face twist with pleasure. “you can take it. this your dick now, baby. come on.”

your fingers reach for his arm, nails digging into his skin as you try to hold on.

“i can’t—i’m gonna—”

“yes, the fuck you can,” he breathes, fucking into you harder now, his free hand sliding up to gently wrap around your throat. not tight, just enough to make you look at him.

“eyes on me.”

you do. you look at him.

and he watches you fall apart.

your body seizes under him, cunt gripping his cock so tight it knocks a groan out of his chest. your orgasm hits hard, your back arching, legs shaking, lips parted in a silent scream.

“that’s it,” he growls, fucking you through it, eyes locked on yours the whole time. “cream on this dick, baby. let me feel all of it.”

and you do.

oh, you do.

he doesn’t let up not even after you come. he’s still buried inside you, still stroking you slow, making sure you feel every inch of him even through the overstimulation.

“uh uh,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss your cheek, your neck, your jaw. “i’m not done.”

before you can speak, before you can even catch your breath, he’s flipping you over hands on your waist, strong grip guiding you face down into the sheets, ass arched just right.

“there you go,” he hums behind you, voice smooth but low, dark with lust. “get that ass up for me.”

you feel his palm smooth over the curve of your ass, spreading your cheeks open like he owns you. and he does at least right now, with how wet you are, how wrecked you feel, how you’re still clenching around nothing waiting for him to fill you up again.

he drags the thick head of his cock against your soaked pussy, slow and teasing, the pressure of it making you twitch.

“still so wet for me, fuck…” he groans. “this pussy stay creamin’ for me, huh? nasty ass.”

you whimper, trying to push back, but he grips your hips tighter.

“nah, let me take my time with it.”

he eases in slow, thick and deep, stretching you open all over again. your mouth falls open no sound at first, just a hitched breath as your eyes flutter shut.

and then he starts to move.

not fast, but deep slow strokes that have your eyes rolling back and your fingers clawing at the sheets.

“mmmh—fuck, baby…”

“feel that?” he grits out behind you, leaning over to grab a handful of your hair, his other hand gripping your waist. “feel how deep i am?”

you nod, drool slipping from your lips, too far gone to

speak.

and just when the heat couldn’t rise any higher, the soft, breathy moans of “Would You Mind” by Janet Jackson slip into the background slow, sensual, damn near sinful —setting the pace for everything that follows.

“nah,” he says, slapping your ass. “use your words. tell me how good i’m fuckin’ you.”

“s-so good—fuuuck, so deep,” you moan, choking on your words as he picks up the pace just enough to make your thighs shake.

the room is filthy skin slapping, your moans bouncing off the walls, the wet sound of your pussy clinging to him every time he pulls out. he’s soaked in your cream, white rings forming at the base of his dick, and still, he keeps going.

“you hear that?” he pants. “you makin’ all that fuckin’ noise—so fuckin’ nasty, baby. shit.”

he grabs your arms, pulls you back until your spine arches and your back meets his chest, his dick still buried deep in your pussy.

“look at me,” he whispers, hand around your throat again not choking, just holding, making you feel it. “look how you got me, baby. i can’t stop.”

and then he kisses you.

sloppy, nasty, tongue in your mouth, spit on your lips. you moan into it, and when he pulls back, a strand of saliva connects you both. you whimper helpless, ruined and that’s when he slams back into you, stroking you deep and fast now.

you break.

your legs shake, your jaw goes slack, and your vision goes fuzzy as another orgasm rips through you.

“that’s it,” he groans, voice damn near breaking. “fuckin’ come on this dick, baby. that’s mine.”

and you do.

again.

messy.

loud.

clenching around his cock so tight he damn near loses it, too.

and he’s still talkin’ to you through every second.

“fuck, you’re so good for me. so fuckin’ perfect. fuck—i love you. i love you so much, baby…”

his strokes get rougher deeper desperate. his grip tightens around your waist, his breath ragged in your ear.

“f-fuck—baby—i’m gonna—shit, i’m gonna come…”

you whine, still trembling, still milking him from the inside, and that’s all it takes.

he buries himself deep with a broken moan, cock twitching inside you as he spills every last drop. hot and thick. so much of it, you gasp when you feel it.

“fuck,” he groans, voice strained, hips jerking. “fuck, baby… that’s all yours.”

he stays there, locked inside you, his chest rising and falling against your back.

and then—slowly—he pulls out.

a mess.

his cum oozes out of you in thick, creamy strings, sliding down your thighs, pooling on the sheets.

he watches it happen with hooded eyes, licking his lips like he could go again.

“mm-mm,” he mutters, leaning down, spreading your cheeks to watch more of it drip. “nah, baby. keep that in.”

his thumb drags through the mess, pushes it back in.

“this mine. all of it. don’t let a drop go to waste.”

you whimper, weak, fucked out ruined.

and he just grins behind you.

“i love you so much.”he whispers, “i’m obsessed with you.”

he’s gentle with you after.

soft “you okay, baby?”s pressed into your temple, whispered “i got you, i got you”s as he lays you on your back and disappears into the bathroom. you’re still dazed, still fucked out and twitching from what he just did to you. your thighs sticky, your body warm. all you can do is whimper when he returns with a hot towel and kisses for your cheeks.

“you did so good for me,” he murmurs, cleaning you up like you’re made of silk. “so fuckin’ good, baby. i’m obsessed with you.”

he works slow, careful. wiping between your legs, kissing your knees, running his hands down your thighs like he can’t stand being away from your skin. and when he’s done, he scoops you up like you weigh nothing and carries you to the bathroom.

the tub’s already full steamy water, thick bubbles, rose petals floating on top like velvet. it smells like lavender and sandalwood. like sex and something sweet. and you smile.

“you did all this?” you ask, eyes fluttering up to him.

he sets you down on the edge of the tub and leans in, pressing a kiss to your lips, soft and slow.

“for you?” he says. “i’d do it every night.”

you step into the water, letting out a breath as it wraps around your body. warm. soothing. your muscles relax instantly, and you sink back against the side of the tub as jean slides in behind you.

his arms come around your waist. he pulls you into him, your back to his chest, your body wrapped in his warmth. his lips graze your shoulder.

“you feel good?” he murmurs.

you hum, nodding. “perfect.”

he kisses your neck, and you can feel him smile against your skin.

then he reaches for the champagne.

he pops the bottle with a low pop, the sound echoing through the bathroom. you giggle. he pours slow, careful not to spill as he hands you a glass. the bubbles fizz up to the rim.

he lifts his own glass, tapping it gently to yours.

“to forever?” you say, voice soft, eyes full.

he looks at you like you hung the stars.

“to forever,” he repeats, and clinks.

you take a sip. let it fizz on your tongue.

he doesn’t let go of you not for a second. one arm wrapped around your waist, the other bringing his glass to his lips as you settle back into his chest. the petals float around you. your skin glows. and his fingers drift up and down your arm like he’s still making love to you with his touch.

“you’re everything to me,” he whispers.

you smile.

“i know,” you whisper back.

[storiesofsvu]

Down Bad Ch 7

Terry Bruno x Joe Velasco Terry Bruno x fem!reader Joe Velasco x fem!reader warnings: language, smut, steamy make out session, teasing, spanking, hand jobs, face sitting, a tiny bit of cum play, slightly rough sex. 3.7k

A beam of sunlight was streaming through the curtains and no matter which way you shifted or how deep you buried your face into Joe’s neck, it was still right there, glaring across your eyes. Silently grumbling, you pulled your head up to find both boys still sleeping soundly, blissfully unaware of the assault the sun was causing as they snored softly. Joe had his arm tossed over your midsection; half curled around you with Terry on his side behind him, hand resting on the other man’s hip. Rather than try to get back to sleep you gently shifted Joe’s arm and slipped from the bed, scooping up whatever clothing you could find that was appropriate to leave the apartment in. 

Terry’s ears pricked up at the sound of the apartment door swinging shut, letting out a groan as he shifted on the bed, his hand wrapping further around Joe, subconsciously tugging him to him. He wasn’t totally awake yet, able to fall back asleep but also ready for the noise he thought was going to start coming from the outer side of the apartment. When he was met with silence, sleep started to return until Joe grunted softly, rolling over to face him and in the process wrapped his arm around the other man, burying his face into the crook of Terry’s neck. Joe shifted, stretching his body out as he got comfortable, his skin brushing against the other mans, his breath hot against his shoulder. Terry’s arm was already slung over him, squeezing softly, fingertips trailing up and down his spine and Joe let out a quiet groan as he started to come to, dick twitching between his legs. 

“Morning.” Terry murmured, his voice raspy with sleep before his lips brushed Joe’s temple. 

“Morning.” He replied, shifting just enough to glance over his shoulder, “where’d she go?”

“No clue. Just left though.”

“Mmm.” Joe shifted, stretching out a leg and in doing so his half hard cock brushed against the other man’s thighs.

“You alright over there?” Terry asked with a smirk, rolling his hips toward Joe who let out a groan at the feeling of their cocks rubbing together.

“Could be better.”

“Well, c’mere.”

Terry’s fingers scratched at his scalp softly before his hand tickled down the side of his cheek, tilting his face up to his and capturing his lips in a kiss. Joe couldn’t help but moan into it, their lips moving together lazily as the morning sunlight washed over them. It was calm and soothing, Terry’s hands caressing his body in a way he wasn’t used to, a way that was sending tingles dancing under his skin, causing his dick to harden between them. Joe parted his lips with a sigh, eagerly accepting the other man’s tongue into his mouth, his own rolling against it as they leisurely explored each other.

Joe’s hand squeezed at the other man’s side before his fingers tentatively began to explore Terry’s back. Trailing gently up and down, drawing aimless patterns into his skin that left goosebumps in their path. His free hand snuck between them, moving upwards and around Terry’s head, squeezing softly at the back of his neck before sinking into his curls. Terry let out a sigh into Joe’s mouth and when the younger man tugged gently on his hair he couldn’t help but groan into the kiss. Joe kept one hand tangled into his hair, the other one creeping down his back, groping at the curve of his ass, eager to feel the soft skin beneath his fingers. 

Terry felt himself pulse and he nipped at Joe’s lower lip, tongue sweeping over the bite as he rolled the other man onto his back. His hand slid around the back of his head, threading into his hair as his tongue dove into his mouth and he slotted his thigh between Joe’s legs. His other hand danced between their bodies, slowly tracing every inch of available skin, barely brushing over his nipples.

Joe let out a groan when Terry shifted, his thigh brushing against his throbbing cock and his head dropped into the pillows. Terry took advantage, his eyes drinking in the other man, eyes softly shut as his lips parted, slow pants coming from them and he chuckled. Rather than return to his lips Terry ducked his face down, nipping his earlobe, 

“So hot like this pretty boy.” He husked, his mouth slowly starting the journey down his neck. 

First soft kisses, lips pressed against tender skin before they sucked on it, gently moaning as he did so and he could feel Joe shivering underneath him. He scraped his teeth over Joe’s neck and the younger man let out a low swear, his fingers digging into Terry’s waist. His lips curved up into a smirk as he continued to suck and lick his way down Joe’s neck, his hands ghosting up Joe’s torso and when his fingers pinched the other man’s nipples he let out a louder swear.

“Shit.”

Terry chuckled, “so sensitive. Should I keep going?”

Joe’s eyes flickered open, green boring up into blue with a sense of neediness hidden behind them as he shook his head, wanting something else instead “can I touch you?”

“Of course, baby.” Terry replied with a soft smile, rolling over to drop onto his back, “you can do whatever you want, you know my safe word.”

Joe rolled over, bracing himself on either side of Terry’s body as he leant down to kiss him, his tongue surging into his mouth and he couldn’t help but groan, rutting against the other man’s thigh. 

“I wanna make you come.” He mimicked Terry’s movements from earlier, slowly kissing down the other man’s neck, “want to make you feel how good you made me feel last night.”

“You’re more than welcome to.” Terry replied with a grin, his hand reaching out to the nightstand, grabbing the bottle of lube, clenching around it when Joe’s teeth sunk into the crook of his neck. “Fuck pretty boy…”

Joe pulled away, taking the bottle from him as he sat up in the bed, sheets falling down around his knees to leave both of them exposed to the morning light. There was a near hesitancy written across his face before he opened the bottle, squirting some of the liquid into his hand. 

“I’m uh… not really sure—”

Terry laughed lightly, reaching up to squeeze at his thigh, “don’t overthink it. Just touch me like you’d want to be touched.”

Joe nodded, letting out a breath as he tried to relax himself, he knew what he liked, it shouldn’t be that different. He knew how to finger a pussy with precision and he had no clue what that felt like from the other perspective, this he had insider knowledge about. 

Smearing the lube between his hands he shifted onto his knees, hand coming between Terry’s leg, watching as his breath caught in his throat, letting out a low hiss when Joe’s slick hand wrapped around his length. Joe bit back a moan the feeling of Terry’s cock in his hand, thick, heavy and hard as it slid through his fingers.

“Fuck.” Terry groaned, his eyes falling shut when Joe’s hand began to move, squeezing softly, “yeah. Just like that.”

The praise urged him on even more, his hand moving up and down faster, stroking him with ease as Joe’s mouth practically watered. He was used to seeing Terry in this state but it was usually with your mouth wrapped around him, or his cock buried in your cunt. Being the one causing it sparked a whole new and different level of desire pulsing through his body. Joe moaned when Terry’s cock throbbed in his hand and he knew he needed more contact, leaning over his body to suck at his neck again. Terry’s hands instantly threaded through his hair, scratching at his scalp, 

“You’re so good sweetheart.”

Joe’s hand squeezed around him, his wrist beginning to twist in the way he liked, his lips curving up into a grin when Terry let out a low swear at the sensation. He dared to move his mouth lower, kissing and licking across his collarbone, lips wrapping around Terry’s nipple and the older man swore, his hips jolting up off the bed.

“Fuck, pretty boy.”

Joe hand barely left his cock, smearing the lube between them so his other hand could shift up, playing with Terry’s balls as he continued to stroke him. As much as he wanted to keep his mouth on him, he couldn’t resist, sitting up on his knees to watch the effect he had on the other man. Terry was lost to the pleasure, though not entirely, his lips parted as he panted, hips lazily thrusting into Joe’s hand but he was still aware enough to hear the apartment door click open. A few moments passing before footsteps were echoing down the hallway through the open door and he could practically feel you watching before you finally spoke.

“Well shit,” the grin on your face was apparent in your words, “I sure hope I’m not interrupting.” Joe’s head swiveled in direction of the door, his hand not stopping its motion as Terry groaned and you chuckled softly. “Should I leave you two alone?”

Terry grunted, his eyes finally cracking open, “would be pretty rude to kick you out of your own bedroom.”

“I mean you didn’t even bother to close the door.” You pointed out.

“How about you come sit on my face then?” Terry offered with a grin.

“I won’t say no to that.” You looked to Joe who nodded eagerly and it only took a few seconds for you to cross the room, stripping out of your clothes. 

“Christ.” Joe swore as you crawled onto the bed, pressing a kiss first to Terry’s lips and then to his.

“Ready?” You asked, looking down to Terry who nodded.

“Always.” He groaned, hips rocking into Joe’s touch, “three thigh slaps to tap out.”

You pinched his chin, “good boy.”

Before he could protest your sneaky slip into control you swung a leg over his face, quickly settling over his head and only a second later his hands were on your hips, yanking you down so your cunt was sinking onto his mouth. 

“Oh fuck!” You cried out as Terry wasted no time diving right in. 

His tongue swiped through your folds, moaning into your pussy, the vibrations sending shocks through your entire body. He flicked at your clit and you gasped, your head dropping back as your hands began to grope your chest. Behind you Joe let out a groan and you felt Terry’s body buck. Suddenly you wished you had positioned yourself the other direction so you could watch Joe jerk him off.

The thought only lasted another second on your mind before Terry’s lips closed around your clit, sucking it into his mouth while his hands grasped your waist, encouraging you to ride his face. Your fingers shot out, clenching around the headboard as your moans got louder and louder, your body rocking faster over Terry’s mouth.

“Fuck that’s hot.” Joe groaned, his hand squeezing tighter around Terry who responded with another grunt vibrating through your pussy.

“More….” You moaned, one of your hands shifting downward, tangling into Terry’s hair and you tugged ever so lightly. 

Beneath you he grunted, his tongue surging through you as his nose bumped your clit and your hips jumped, a hitch of breath escaping you. Terry’s hands squeezed at your ass, spreading your cheeks before spanking you, pulling a shudder from your body. You were about to open your mouth again when Joe twisted his wrist just right and Terry’s voice came out, muffled between your legs.

“Jesus Christ.”

“She has to come first, right?” Joe asked, “that’s the rule?”

You nearly cackled, grinding down on Terry’s face as his own words came back to bite him in the ass, glancing over your shoulder to Jose with a wicked grin on your face. “Good boy.”

You’d barely finished your sentence when Terry went into overdrive and you let out a yelp. His mouth shifted up and he bit your clit, just enough to know that you loved it, but more than enough to know you would be trembling from then on. Still sensitive and slightly sore from all the spanking the previous night, throbbing between his lips as he sucked it into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck Ter…” Your hand shot out, clenching around the headboard once again and Joe watched as your knuckles began to whiten.

Terry, never one to give up quickly, sunk a hand between your legs just under his chin so he could slip two fingers deep into your cunt. All he had to do was curl them, barely shifting them inside you as you continued to rock on his face, faster and faster. The hand he had gripped around your waist squeezed harder, urging you to press down as his tongue continued to work you. Each time your hips rolled over his mouth Joe’s hand stroked his cock, Terry’s hips rocking up to match the rhythm. It was with all three of you in tandem that you started to reach your peak.

“That’s it princess.” Joe purred from behind you, “let go, come all over his face, let him taste you.”

Terry’s cock absolutely throbbed in the other man’s hand, a loud and long, drawn out moan coming from the back of his throat that sent vibrations surging through you, shooting down to the tips of your toes as your entire body tensed.

“Fuck!” You shoved yourself back, pushing against Terry’s iron clad grip on your hips, barely managing it in time before you squirted, juices dripping down across his heaving chest. His hands shot out, one slapping your hip while the other pinched your nipple in retaliation.

“I didn’t tap out.” He gasped, struggling to keep his eyes open and Joe continued to work his cock.

“Think you need to squirt all over his fucking face next time.” Joe commented, his dick pulsing between his legs as you let out a laugh, dropping down to the bed beside Terry.

“Oh, whatever he wants, he gets.” Your hand slid up Terry’s chest, flicking his nipple and he hissed, “isn’t that right.”

“Do that again,” he groaned, “oh fuck Joe, don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Joe nearly growled, a heat coursing through his body now that he knew what he was doing was making Terry feel that good. He watched you continue to toy with the other man while his wrist twisted, thumb brushing over the head of Terry’s cock, catching every single drop of pre-cum that threatened to escape, smearing over his length. One of Terry’s hands was clutched in the bedspread, the other digging into the skin of your thigh. You leant over him, pressing kisses to his neck, your teeth biting into his skin.

“You gonna come for us? Gonna show pretty boy just how fuckin’ hot you are for him? How much you love the way he’s jerking you off?”

“Shit.” Terry’s hips jumped off the bed right as his body tensed, ropes of cum spurting out of the head of his cock as he groaned, his thighs quaking.

“Fuck…” Joe could feel his mouth watering, his cock was so hard between his legs he thought he might actually come without being touched, by just watching Terry come undone thanks to his doing. 

You let out a soft giggle, pinching Terry’s nipple again as you sat up and that earned you another swift spank, a yelp coming from your lips as you leant lower over his body. Joe watched with wide eyes as your fingers swept through the streaks of white painted across Terry’s stomach, picking up your hand as the cream dripped from your fingertips back to his skin. 

“Did you not want a taste?” You asked and Bruno’s eyes shot open just in time to watch Joe’s lips wrap around your cum slicked fingers.

The younger man let out a groan neither of you had ever had the pleasure of hearing before, his tongue lapping against your fingers. He sucked them deeper into his mouth, practically whimpering as you started to thrust them in and out, twirling them around so he could lick every inch of them. 

“Looks like pretty boy’s already practicing how to suck your cock.” You taunted, glancing over your shoulder to Terry.

You barely had time to laugh, a squeal leaving your lips as Joe’s hands yanked on your waist, flipping you onto your stomach as he kneeled with one leg on the bed, the other foot propped up behind you. A swift spank to your cunt that you moaned at, your head dropping into your forearms and Joe buried his cock as deep as it could go into your pussy.

“Oh my god Jose.”

“So. Fucking. Hot.” 

Each word was accented with a thrust of his hips, one that drove you further up the bed as he began pounding into you. It was completely apparent that he didn’t care about making you come again, you were just there, something warm and wet for him to use as he chased his own orgasm. Even as soon as the first thrust you could feel his cock pulsing inside you and you squeezed your walls around him, harder and harder each time.

“Shit!” He swore, his hips faltering as he stilled behind you, a loud growl coming from the back of his throat when he collapsed over you, crushing you into the mattress. 

You could feel each pulse of cum spurting out and it felt like more than he’d given you in the past, enough to start slowly leaking around his softening cock and down into the sheets. His dick tremored as a little whimpered echoed right into your ear, his body shivering as it started to cool in the morning air. 

“Fuck,” you chuckled, reaching around to squeeze at his side, “pretty boy just went fucking feral.”

“Sorry.” Joe’s voice had a sheepish tone to it as he suddenly came crashing down to earth, gently shifting off you, his leaking cock slipping from your used pussy.

“It’s okay.” Smiling, you rolled over as you sat up, stroking a hand over his cheek, “I kinda liked it.”

“Yeah?” He glanced between the two of you, Terry grinning as he sat up.

“That was pretty fucking hot sweetheart.”

Joe’s cheeks flushed at the new pet name he seemed to have earned that morning, a warmth blooming through him that wasn’t there before.

“Now, did you tire yourself out, or are you finally ready for the breakfast I picked up?” You asked and as the boys laughed, Joe’s stomach let out a grumble.

“Looks like someone worked up an appetite.” Terry teased and you hopped off the bed, tossing a pair of briefs in his direction.

“C’mon, eat now, we can shower and nap later.”

“Promise?” The older man groaned, swinging his legs off the side of the bed and you laughed.

“Cross my heart.”

*

A few hours later the three of you were sprawled across your sectional, cups of iced coffee refilled after breakfast had been eaten. Somehow, long, luxurious showers had all been taken individually, leaving you all feeling fresh and relaxed as you enjoyed your day off. Sunshine and a cool breeze flowed in through the open windows, the sound of the city streets echoing from down below as you caught up on a few shows, bantering along with each other as you usually would. 

You were propped up in the corner of the sectional, one leg tucked underneath you while the other extended out onto the freestanding cushions. Joe was draped over you, arms around your waist, his head in your lap as one of your hands played with his hair. Terry was on your other side, sipping his coffee with one of his legs half under him while the other foot brushed against the floor. His free arm lay across the back of the couch, hand occasionally curling around the nape of your neck. The couch buzzed, Joe’s phone going off where it was wedged between him and your thigh. He groaned, digging it out to open the text, swiping through the couple of messages on the screen.

“Grace?” You asked without even looking up from the television.

“Yeah.” He replied with a yawn as he sat up, “told her we’d meet for happy hour. Said she has ‘news’.”

“Probably ready to admit her and Tamin are dating.” You replied, stretching out your arms and shaking out the leg Joe had been lying on and Terry laughed.

“About time.”

“I’ll see you guys later.” Joe pocketed his phone, shoving his wallet back into his other pocket before leaning over the couch, pressing a kiss to your lips before you twisted to drop into Terry’s lap. Joe didn’t even have time to think about hesitating, Terry’s fingers linking with his, squeezing encouragingly in a prompt for the younger man to lean down again and you watched with a smile as he kissed him goodbye.

“Have fun.”

“Be safe.”

“You sure you’re good with me leaving you with this one?” Joe asked, you laughed and Terry scoffed.

“Yeah.” You pinched his thigh, “he can make me dinner.”

“Oh yeah?” Terry looked over his shoulder to your kitchen, “what’re my choices? Ramen, kraft dinner and Alphagetti?” 

“Call me when you want some real food.” Joe laughed from your doorway as he tugged on his jacket and picked up his helmet.

“Enjoy your interrogation.” You called back, though Joe barely caught it through the shutting door, running out of time to question it.

Terry’s hand soothed down your arm, gently playing with your fingers, his thumb brushing over your knuckles and you felt a warmth blooming through your body. Joe was the softie, the cuddler who had to have a hand on you at all times, it wasn’t often Terry was the one sharing the behaviour. He picked up your hand, leaving a kiss in your palm and the moment didn’t last much longer.

“You’re not actually going to make me cook, are you?”

“’Course not moneybags, you’re buying takeout.”

From your spot in his lap you shot him a devilish grin, shrieking when his hands closed around your waist so he could flip you over, spanking your ass in retaliation. 

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[hexgirl13]

new beginnings

wc: 1,683

warnings(?): fluff, childhood friends to lovers situation, billy being a dumbass in love (so is reader tbh), minor cussing, possible ooc billy, erm i think that's it?

a/n: BOI I NEED MORE BILLY FANFICS RN ‼️ my little himbo needs some more loving so i gave him a goth gf. im so sorry if this is cheeks i finished it at like two in the morning and im only now posting it 🥀😞

it was about a month and half after the events of flight 180 when you found yourself wandering the streets late at night. you always did, but you had been doing it more frequently since the tragedy. you just couldn't shake this odd feeling that had been brewing in your chest since then. maybe it was the fact that you witnessed teachers and kids you had known since middle school get blown into bits as the plane exploded. or maybe it was the chilling words that you had heard alex yell that caused you and some of your classmates to get escorted off the plane.

“-gonna explode and we're gonna die!” those words had been echoing in your mind nearly every night since then. you only caught the last part of his screams as you were boarding the plane with billy, the boy you were seated next to and surprisingly the only person you had considered a friend, minus clear. she always claimed that those feelings you had for him were a bit more stronger than friendship, but you always brushed off her words with a light slap to her arm. turning your head to grumble, as well as hide the warmth that would begin to spread on your face.

speaking of the boy, you could hear the sound of a bike pedaling a few feet behind you. you came to a stop just in time to see billy try, and unsuccessfully, brake, causing his bike and body to tumble to the ground. there's a small smile on your dark lips as you lean down and wrap your manicured nails around his hand to help pull him up. there's a few blisters and bumps on his palm, probably from him playing football, but it's surprisingly soft.

“you okay?” you ask softly, eyes moving up to look at his face. you notice how his honey-brown eyes rapidly move between your face to where your hand is practically holding his. his adam’s apple bobs up and down, and you quickly drop both his hand and gaze. glancing down at your chunky doc martens, you see his signature white hat laying on the ground.

you bend down again to grab it, missing the way his eyes follow you and the slight pout that forms on his lips at you dropping his hand. he was, in fact, jumping up and down inside at you holding his hand. and if he was a bit more confident, maybe like carter, he probably would've reached back out towards yours. instead, though, he was just staring at you like a doofus. his heart seemed to pound even more when you dusted off his hat and slipped it back on him. your fingers lightly grazed through his hair, which caused him to let out a small noise in the back of his throat and his eyes to flutter shut. “what are you doing out so late at night?” you questioned.

“huh? oh, i was just riding my bike,” he said, kneeling down to pick up the fallen bike. “what about you?”

“i was just… walking,” you shrugged. your arms were wrapped around your torso, as you picked at the loose threads from your black cardigan. in a sudden urge of confidence, you asked, “do you wanna walk with me?”

his eyes nearly shot out of his head. “wait, really?” you nodded, a little shyly. “yeah! i’d love to!” he exclaimed, a bright smile on his face. he started walking ahead of you and only got a few steps in before stopping, turning around to find you just standing there. “what are you doing back there?” he asked, tilting his head and making himself look like a confused puppy.

you just shook your head and ignored the pounding in your chest that seemed to triple whenever he looked at you like that. oh, what you would give to just grab him and kiss him- “sorry. it’s nothing,” you replied, walking over to where he stood. the two of you then began to venture down the street, his bike acting as a barricade between the two of you. there was a silence that settled between you. it wasn’t uncomfortable or anything of that nature, it was almost… familiar. like you didn't need to fill it with unnecessary words or topics. maybe that sort of thing happens when you've known someone since middle school.

“i got some new comics,” he suddenly said, looking over at you.

“yeah?” you replied.

“mhm,” he nodded. “you're always telling me i should read more… so i finally took your advice.”

“you know, billy, when i said that you should read more, i meant real books. like, the ones we read for school?”

he shrugged. “yeah, i know, but those are so boring to read on your own. i don’t know how you do it all the time. besides, i prefer when you read them to me. like that frankenstein book? much more interesting to have you reading it rather than mr. williams,” he rambled, staring down at his shoes.

if he was looking up at you, he would see the way you practically melted at his words. maybe he was saying them just as your friend, or maybe it was because that mr. williams, your shared english teacher, has this very strained and monotone voice that makes watching paint dry more interesting. either way, they still made you smile and your pulse raced a little faster. you always liked how sweet billy was compared to the other guys you knew.

in middle school, when you began to find your own style, a lot of people began to bully you and make fun of what you wore or how you did your hair. carter, the asshole himself, even pushed you around a few times because of it. but not billy. he would always help you up off the floor, clumsily dusting off those long and lacy skirts you wore. he’d send you that same shy smile as he complimented the flowers you would make your mom pin in your hair.

as the two of you got older, that dynamic never changed. you'd kept your same gothic style, and billy obtained the average jock style, never the attitude though. he stuck by you through thick and thin, now complimenting the occasional band tee you would wear. “korn? oh, yeah, i love them!” he’d never heard of them, bless his soul, but he would listen to it for you whenever you put on their cd at your house.

“i like reading them to you too,” you murmured, sending a shy smile his way. “you do?” he asked, bushy eyebrows nearly shooting up into his hairline. you nodded.

“good! because my mom and i went out shopping the other day, to get my mind off the whole death thing, you know? and i got this one book that i think you'd like. it’s called wuthering heights, i think? i don’t know, but i saw it and it reminded me of you,” he said, now looking at you fully in the eyes. when he notices how quiet you got, his eyebrows furrowed and gave him that sad puppy dog look again. “did i say something wrong?” he asked softly.

you instantly shook his head and reached over his bike to grab his hand. “no! no, you're perfectly fine. it’s just… no one’s ever done that for me,” you admitted. that made his eyes sparkle again. “oh! well, i’m glad i could be the first. i like doing things like that for you. also, this time, could you maybe not drop my hand again?” he muttered shyly. “i didn’t want you to do it earlier, but i kinda chickened out like carter always says.”

you laughed softly, and if billy could fall even more in love with you, he just would have. only dropping his hand for a quick second, you walked around his bike to grab his other one. “don’t worry, i won’t,” you assured, with a gentle squeeze. “also, don’t listen to what carter says he doesn’t know what he’s ever talking about.”

“does that mean he was wrong when he said you didn't like me?” he suddenly asked.

“huh? what’re you talking about?”

“the other day, he was being a total dick and started yelling about anything and everything. he then started saying how you didn’t like me and that i was just pining over you for nothing,” he explained, gaining a pained look in his eyes.

“billy,” you cooed, gently tugging him to come to a stop. “he was wrong about that too, okay? you're not pining for nothing. i’ve… i’ve always liked you.”

“really?”

“yeah, really,” you affirmed.

he leaned in close, eyes never leaving yours. “would it be cool if i… kissed you?” he whispered, slightly scared it would make you run.

you just smiled. “super cool.”

those were all the words he needed. he hesitantly pressed his chapped lips against yours, closing his eyes as he did so. it may not have been his, but it was definitely your first kiss. and it was everything you wanted it to be. your free hand came up to cradle the underside of his jaw, softly scratching at the minor stubble he was growing. a small whine escaped from the back of his throat at your gesture, as he deepened the kiss. you kissed for just a few more seconds before you pulled away to catch your breath. eyes still shut, he blindly tried to chase after your lips and huffed when you pressed your thumb against his mouth to stop him.

“wait… does this mean we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now?” he asked, voice slightly muffled.

“do you want us to be?” he instantly nodded his head feverishly. you laughed again. “then yeah, we are.”

“hell yeah,” he replied, lightly fist pumping. “do you wanna come over to my place and see my comics? then we can read your new book.”

“yeah, billy, we can.”

he pressed a quick kiss to your lips with a smile. “best girlfriend ever, fuck yeah.”

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another a/n: GUYS OMG I FEEL LIKE THIS IS BAD 💔💔 there has been sm going on in my life recently with me moving and everything but i js miss writing sm so my apologies again if this is not very good 🥀