#Aisha smut

[smuttysabina]

Everglow's Big Cock Impregnation

(Male Reader X Everglow, 8k Words) Tags: You have a massive cock; Like, an unreasonably huge penis; Idol impregnation; Lots of fat sloppy creampies; Anal, oral, and vaginal sex; Some messy consequences from taking a gargantuan cock; Piss; Tears; Some puking; Brutal sex; Loving sex; These girls are built like rubber; Also Jihyo shows up

You stir nervously on the bed as the idols of Everglow eye you speculatively, with expressions ranging from interested to resigned. All of them remain silent though as Sihyeon slowly reads through the letter that you had brought, her eyebrows raising higher with every line until her face is a parody of shock. She coughs awkwardly as she finishes, before giving a slight nod that makes the other girls groan with disgust; their suspicions were correct after all. Any sort of gift from that perverse matriarch Jihyo was bound to involve insemination. You of course, had already been thoroughly briefed upon what your task was to be, you were to impregnate all of Everglow, and were to continue trying until each of them had swollen bellies. Their company had been attempting to get the girls knocked up for some time, in part so they could do a pregnancy concept, and also because then they could have an actual reason for not giving the girls as many comebacks as they would like. Everglow however, had remained noticeably without child, even after countless gangbangs that had left the girls practically drowning in semen; so the expert on such matters had been consulted. Jihyo had already thoroughly examined Everglow when they had visited one of her... seminars, and so knew exactly what was required to achieve the desired results. You had been selected from amongst Twice's vast pool of breeding material, and packed off to Everglow bearing only a box and a cheerful letter from Jihyo; with her own instructions burning bright in your mind:

"Knock them up, dear," she had purred encouragingly, "and don't be afraid to be a little rough with them..."

Everglow were not entirely too pleased about their most recent assignment. They had all expected to be impregnated by their fans at some point, having their holes glutted with seed on a weekly basis would eventually result in their eggs getting properly fertilized by inferior sperm, but this was the sort of thing that usually happened near the end of a group's lifespan. Of the six idols, only EU and Sihyeon were open to the idea, the latter due to her kindly nature, while the former was simply aroused by the perversity of getting fucked while pregnant. Aisha and Mia were indifferent on the matter, they would continue to enjoy getting roughly plowed even if they had a baby bouncing around in their stomach. Onda and Yiren however, were vehemently opposed to the plan, Onda because she was horrified at the thought of having so large an object squeezed through her tight pussy, and Yiren because she was physical revolted by the concept of lowborn scum filling her with their child. So to say Everglow's reaction to your arrival was mixed would be an understatement; as they all look at the boy Jihyo had sent them, wondering what made you so special...

Aisha makes a pleased noise as she tears open the box, pulling out a purple bottle that glistened in the light, by now every idol was more than familiar with Twice's aphrodisiacal concoction; and Aisha enjoyed the raw sexual aggression it gave its drinkers. Then she notes the rather large "2" emblazoned on its label, and sighs as she reads that the new brew had tamped down on the sexual aggression in favor of... "Enhanced sperm density and capacity," Aisha gives the other girls a bland look as she tosses the expensive bottle onto the bed, "Jihyo really is serious about getting us knocked up." Yiren rolls her eyes, "If that is all it takes, then why can't we just give it to a more... suitable man," before giving you an unhappy glare. "Hey now," Sihyeon coughs awkwardly as she tries to placate Yiren, "Jihyo picked him for a reason, so let's see, okay?" Grumbling, Yiren waves at you to hurry it up, "Well?" And the rest of Everglow return to staring curiously at you, "show us already..." So you blushingly wriggle out of your pants, and wait for the inevitable mockery and disgust. "Oh," says Aisha with interest. "Wow," says EU with a perverse gleam in her eyes. "What the fuck," says Yiren naseausly. "Goodness," says a shocked Sihyeon. "Mmmph," says an aroused Mia. "Nononono," says a horrified Onda, who promptly pisses herself.

The other girls ignore the puddle spreading from beneath Onda as they thoroughly examine your truly monstrous manhood, as if someone urinating on the floor was not an uncommon sight for them. Everglow crowd around to poke and prod at your massive cock, muttering in disbelief and shock at the sheer size and heft of it, and you worry that it would all end in tears or laughter like so many of your other liaisons. Having such a gargantuan dong had meant that you had never been inside a woman before, most girls had simply refused to even try, while those that did usually ended up shaking their heads in exasperation; it simply couldn't fit. You had hoped that Jihyo would put your virginity out of its misery, but she had simply smiled knowingly and told you to hold on a little longer; she had kindly milked you using her breasts though, which had resulted in you hosing Jihyo's face down with thick semen. So you were expecting more of the same from your beloved idols of Everglow, that they would reject Jihyo's instructions and look for another way to get knocked up; really, you should have known better. While some of the girls appeared downright horrified, others looked on benignly, or even watched with obvious arousal as their sleek hands touched your meat. You shudder as Mia and EU unexpectedly lean in and smooch the length of flesh before them, before they hold their arms up to your cock in comparison, laughing with the others in wonder as your dick dwarfs their forearms. To your shock, it is Yiren who ends the festival atmosphere by making the first move.

"What the hell is that bitch trying to say, that we're too loose to get impregnated?" Yiren sneers contemptuously at you, "Fine then, I'll fuck this ridiculous thing, and then I can get back to getting bred by men who actually matter!" The other idols greet this pronouncement with cheers and teasing laughter, evidently they were as used to Yiren being a haughty bitch as they were to Onda pissing herself in fear. Sihyeon busies herself with opening the bottle of aphrodisiac, and feeds you a measure of it with a reassuring smile before backing off as warmth rushes through your body and surges in your balls. Your heart pounds in your chest as Yiren confidently strips before you, uncaring of any trepidation you might have as she stalks towards you, her perky breasts complimenting her rolling narrow hips. She shoves you onto your back with a delicate hand, before gracefully straddling your crotch, her lips curl as she takes in just how massive your cock is compared to her petite body; but her pride drives her onwards. Yiren hoists your monstrous dick, and pauses once more as it thuds between her breasts, her eyebrows raise as she looks down at you with incredulity, "Seriously, what the fuck," Grimacing, she precariously plants herself atop your drooling cockhead, which itself was nearly as wide as her entire pussy, and takes a deep breath to relax her hole. Yiren's legs tense as she applies more and more of her bodyweight to the task, and the thick trunk of your member starts to wobble dangerously, as soon the idol is forcing her entire upper body onto it. She soon has support however, as Mia, Onda, and Sihyeon work to hold your cock steady as Aisha and EU grasp their groupmate's shoulders to add their own efforts to the struggle. Yiren grits her teeth, as you feel a moist sensation slowly spreading across your tip, until with sudden tearing sensation, your cockhead pops inside of her.

Yiren screams. The rest of Everglow jerk back in surprise as Yiren howls as if she had been stabbed, clutching at her pussy and struggling to stand off of your cock, but she is trapped by the flare of your head. The other girls rush too sooth her, she might be an arrogant bitch, but she was their arrogant bitch, and under their tender touches she eventually calms herself down enough to glare down at you furiously, "Fucking peasant, how fucking dare you-" she hisses with pain as she slowly starts to move, "Why is it so damn big?" she bemoans. You would reply, but you are too busy enjoying the novel sensation of a real woman's hole wrapped around your cock. Whatever details Yiren's pampered pussy had were obliterated as it was stretched agonizingly wide to accommodate your meat, but it's burning heat and wetness stimulated you to no end as the idol picks up her pace. You instinctively reach up towards her waist to haul her further down your length, but she angrily slaps your hands away, "Don't fucking touching me, you scum! she snarls as she slowly impales herself on your cock, her entire body quivering as an obvious bulge appears in her stomach. Yiren halts with only a third of your cock inside of her, groaning as she tries to force herself deeper but is unable to do so. The rest of Everglow lounge around you both, idly masturbating beneath their skirts as she gingerly starts to ride you, the pink flesh of her pussy dragging along your shaft as she moves.

The privileged idol gradually regains her hauteur as she grows used to the massive length stretching out her belly, and soon Yiren is sneering down at you once more, "Such- a- useless- hunk- of- meat," she hisses between strokes, "You are- lucky- a lady like me- took your- worthless- fucking- virginity!" You simply lay back and take it, groaning as the aristocratic bitch perched atop your cock hurls abuse at you even while she fucks you. The changing pitch of your voice causes Yiren to pause though, and an imperious smirk crosses her face, "What, already? Very well, I shall allow your filthy, lowborn seed inside of me," she stops and gives you an expectant look, "Well peasant? I don't have all day!" With that she resumes her ride, gritting her teeth as she impatiently pleasures you until your balls are nestled against your shaft and pulsating rhythmically. Yiren preens as the first ropes of semen splash inside of her, expertly rising upwards to make room for your load as it gradually fills her, "You really think your worthless seed could- ah?" she glances down as the tight lips of her entrance bump against the flare of your cockhead, even as your seed continues to steadily flow inside of her pussy. Yiren's eyes widen in shock, and then panic as she struggles to unmount you, her pampered cunt was filled to capacity but your orgasm was not yet finished. She moans and clutches at her stomach as it bulges with your cum, but she retains enough of her pride to refuse calling for help, even shoving a finger up her urethra to stop her bladder from voiding itself from the pressure.

Only when your balls have fallen does Yiren demean herself enough to ask for assistance, her legs trembling as she struggles to hold herself upright on top of your gargantuan cock. The other girls hurry to help her off of you, they might have enjoyed watching her getting her guts pummeled, but they would still support the arrogant bitch no matter what. Your dick slams wetly against your chest as Yiren finally succeeds in unmounting you, a gush of seminal fluids and precum follows, but the majority of your enhanced load remains within the idol. Everglow seems to have mostly forgotten about you as they sooth a groaning Yiren, though they are quick to examine the load currently clogging her insides. Which causes EU to undiplomatically note, "I think you're getting pregnant whether you like it or not, his jizz is like butter!" Yiren, of course, is deeply unhappy about this, and the other girls retreat as she petulantly drives them off, before quietly crying and shamelessly pissing on the bed. Sihyeon remains behind to give her some comfort, but the rest of Everglow now eye with far more respect than before, as well as desire. "So," says Aisha as she pulls up her dress, revealing the flushed, cinnamon-colored slit between her legs, and gives you a sleazy grin, "Me next then?"

Aisha's long legs are wide open in welcome as you approach, your monstrous manhood bobbing between your legs, already leaking once more after you received another draught of aphrodisiac. Unlike Yiren, Aisha's meaty pussy was more than ready for you, her lower lips gaping, and her hole already drooling creamy fluids in anticipation for your dick. You press your tip against her entrance, but it keeps slipping upwards, grinding against her hooded clit as it penetrates the air above her belly. Aisha laughs at your frustration, but is as eager as you are to fuck, so she guides you inside of her; though she does tease you remorselessly as she does so. Her eyes roll back as your thick member pushes inside of her, and she lets out a sultry groan as you slowly stretch her out, her gushing folds slobbering all over your shaft as you fill her. The warmth of her body thrills you as you steadily shove yourself deeper into Aisha, and it only stops when you are nearly all the way in, no matter how hard you press against her completely expanded cunt. Aisha pokes at herself just beneath her ribcage, and gives you an impressed look, "Fuck, I don't think you can go any deeper," she pauses for a moment, before a salacious smile crosses her face, "This is going to be fun..."

You had never been active with a woman before, so to say your technique was terrible would be an understatement. You clumsily adjusted your bodyweight as you awkwardly attempted to thrust into Aisha, your motions tentative as you don't want to injure her with your colossal cock. But Aisha is not Yiren, and after a few minutes of fumbling she sighs and gives you an encouraging pat on the cheek, "I'm not fragile you know, be as rough as you'd like," So you stop holding back, and attempt to put more weight behind your movement, making her gasp every time you hit deepest spot, but it still isn't enough. Aisha slaps you, "I said, be rough, virgin," she hisses up at you, and adrenaline surges through at this shaming. You pull all the way back until the flare of your cockhead touches her entrance, before viciously slamming your entire length into her. Aisha's eyes balloon, and she gulps dangerously before stabilizing, her entire body quivering from the violence of your insertion; her lips spread into a wicked grin, "Good boy... just, like, that!" With her greedy cunt wrapping itself as tightly around you as it can, you vigorously plow the idol into the bed, making the sensuous slut grunt like an animal as you pound her insides out of shape. Aisha climaxes repeatedly, dousing your crotch with vast quantities of squirt that eventually transforms into almost continuous pissing as she completely loses control of her bladder.

The puddle soaking into the soggy sheets only grows as you actively fuck a woman for the first time in your life, reveling in the cramped warmth you are forcing your member into. Her lower lips sputter noisily as the pressure from your fucking causes steamy air to rush out of her hole, and her butt palpitates weakly as her guts are pistoned. Aisha seems to be enjoying it as much as you are, holding tightly onto Onda's hand, who gives you curiously furious glances as she attempts to needlessly sooth her friend. The other two members of your audience are busy chattering away as they watch you rutting with Aisha, with both EU and Mia fondling the site of yours and Aisha's joining, "Fuck, look how deep he is!" "Wow, good thing we cleaned our asses out before this, Aisha's is wide open!" "Literally fucking the guts out of her!" "I wonder if I could fit him all..." "You can't get knocked up through your butt, Mia!" "Eh, just scoop it out and shove it in my cunt." "Gladly! Hmm I wonder..."

Aisha gasps beneath you suddenly, and you feel someone's narrow arm pressing up against your balls, as Aisha's pussy abruptly clamps down on your cock like a vice, "Fuck... they're in my ass," she manages through gritted teeth before spasming once more as she messily orgasms all over your crotch. The squelching stimulation of the idol's cunt already had you on the edge, but the arousing realization that the sultry Aisha was getting anally fisted while you were stretching her out was too much for you to handle. Your strokes grow long and deep, as you instinctively seek to force your cock as deep as possible inside of her before planting your seed in her belly. Helping hands urge your swaying balls upwards, as Aisha's lithe legs lock tightly and around your waist, ensuring there would be no pulling out even if you wanted to. She cups your cheeks and nods encouragingly, growling lustfully for you to knock her up as the bulge your tip is making pulsates almost between her perky breasts. You groan as pleasure surges up your shaft and spills into Aisha, whose eyes roll back from the perverse stimulation of being impregnated, her entire body quivering as it takes your semen. Much like with Yiren, your cock is forced back out by the immensity of your load, but unlike with the previous idol, Aisha was capacious enough to take it all without to much trouble; and she is left looking smug when you finally stop shuddering with your cock only halfway out of her.

Aisha's pussy makes disgustingly sloppy noises when you pull out of it, as she lays back and idly strokes her stomach, "Ugh, I am so fucking sore," she lifts her head up to look at you, "Thanks for the fuck though, and the baby I guess," before laughing painfully. Her cunt gapes lewdly, drenched with piss and sexual fluids, palpitating as its owner breathes heavily, thoroughly inseminated. EU curls up against her, the pair whispering conspiratorially while Onda holds Aisha's head in her lap, glaring irritably at you. Mia drags your attention away from the somewhat endearing tableau, by returning with a familiar purple bottle, and teasingly opening your mouth to feed you some of the aphrodisiac by hand. Once she was satisfied you had swallowed enough to give her a properly potent load, the idol promptly bends over and spreads her cheeks for you; calling over EU to lube her up. The pervert responds with gusto, sloppily eating out Mia's asshole while you watch with cock in hand, shoving her tongue as deep as possible inside of her friend while she moans with pleasure. Eventually, Mia musters up enough energy to swat EU away, laughingly telling her, "No, actually get some lube you idiot! I'm going to need more than spit to take... that," she says, glaring meaningfully at your monstrous member.

EU proceeds to empty nearly an entire bottle of lubricant into Mia's butt, squeezing it until her guts were awash, before using the remaining fluids to lather your cock. You shudder as her tiny hand skillfully stroke your thick meat, working it until it was bulging at full length and ready to fill her friend. Wearing a nasty smile, EU guides you to the other idol, who was waiting patiently with her anus gaping in soggy welcome. Your bulbous cockhead slowly forces Mia's asshole wider, causing her to stiffen as you gradually strain the flesh around it, until with a sudden push you were inside. Mia's legs spasm, and she almost collapses from the entrance of your colossal manhood, but she catches herself and looks back at you in amusement, "Wow, you are thick, I won't be able to sit down after this!" You deliberately work yourself deeper inside of her, the tight coils of her ass wrapping themselves around your shaft far differently than the soft folds of Aisha and Yiren's pussies had. You groan in amazement as you grasp her petite waist, watching inch after inch of your cock disappearing inside Mia, until finally your weighty balls kiss her drooling slit. The idol gurgles in triumph, her toes twitching as she clutches at her belly, moaning in pained pleasure as she struggles to deal with the massive spear of flesh impaling her guts. You were finally balls-deep inside of a woman.

Trembling, you pull out until most of your glistening length is revealed before shoving yourself all the way inside once more. When you had first entered Mia, you had had to slowly press through several interior sphincters, but now you simply blew through all of them. Mia promptly pisses on the bed as she nearly passes out from the trauma, her breath hiking dangerously until Sihyeon sprints over with a trashcan; just in the nick of time. Mia vomits spectacularly into the black trash bag, heaving with every thrust as you find yourself unable to stop from pleasuring your cock with her innards. Not that any of the idols seemed inclined to stop you from violating her during her vulnerable moment, and the lady herself seemed to be furiously masturbating the entire time. The soft flesh of her asscheeks pressing against your crotch while your entire shaft was inside of her warm body was intoxicating, you were starting to see why everyone loved doggy position so much. Mia quivers uncontrollably as you force her insides out of shape, brutally pounding away at her body, impossibly deep inside of her but she still does not tap out. Instead she continues to climax, groaning as she indulges in one of her more extreme fetishes; you only wish you could see her face as she gruntingly urges you on. Soon the stimulation from having your entire length pleasured has your balls throbbing once more, which does not go unnoticed by the experienced slut, "You! Cum in," she growls through gritted teeth, "my, cunt!" But as the moment fast approaches you find yourself unable to resist Mia's sloppy asshole...

Luckily, Everglow were not about to waste one of your loads inside Mia's intestines, even if EU seemed more than happy to scoop it out into her cunt, and EU and Sihyeon promptly haul Mia off of your cock. What looks to be a decent portion of the idol's asshole follows you out, a spasming pink tube that gapes uselessly as it strains to pull itself back inside of its owner's body. Your dick twitches mournfully as it leaves the warm confines of Mia's anus, and your hands grasp at the air in surprise, until the pair promptly yank Mia back up; except this time they make sure that your member enters the lower hole. You and Mia both gasp as your filthy cock slams into her unprepared pussy, filling her only to only half your length, but it was enough to drag the semen up from your balls. Groaning, you fuck Mia's cunt as best you can as rope after rope of cum spews inside of her, but you are surprised to discover that your cock is not forced back by the sheer volume of sperm inundating her. Mia looks back at you, drooling as she proudly gurgles, "Fuck, my womb is so full..." Evidently Mia's cervix had been loosened by excessive use, and you can already feel yourself stiffening slightly at the thought of violating her most sacred place. The idol laughs as she feels it, "Hit me up in a week or something, I want to try getting my guts filled up until I'm puking your cum," she pauses thoughtfully, "We can try fitting you into my womb as well, but you won't get much inside."

You leave Mia laying there on the bed after promising to call her, blandly trying to shove the prolapsed length of her guts back where it belonged with little success; and hopefully with a well-fertilized egg attached to her ravaged womb. Which of course, still left half of Everglow to impregnate, and so you look around to find your next partner. Sihyeon was busy bustling around looking for Twice's special sauce, while EU was having a hilarious time playing with Mia's blown-out anus, and Onda... Onda was still busy soothing Aisha, but the moment she notices your attention she makes a break for it, going nearly horizontal as she scrambles to get off the bed. The other girls howl in outrage as they notice her attempting to escape, but Aisha is quick to grasp her ankle, and Onda plows a furrow through the sheets as she faceplants onto the mattress. EU and Sihyeon scuttle over, and are soon locked in a vicious melee as the recalcitrant idol attempts to fight them off. Aisha and Mia exhaustedly haul themselves closer to assist in pinning her down, and soon Onda is on her back with her legs painfully forced open. Who wails like the damned as you position yourself in front of her and receive your usual draught, her eyes boggling at the stupendous sight of your gargantuan cock twitching so close to her sex. The rest of Everglow roll their eyes at her dramatic behavior in exasperation, evidently they were used to this.

"Onda, just relax okay- ouch! She bit me!" Mia hisses in pain and Onda struggles to free her arm from the annoyed idol's grasp. "Ow, watch it!" "Can someone please grab their panties?" "Mine are covered in piss..." "Whatever, just shove it in her mouth!" "Mmmmmppphh!" Onda screams through the stinking fabric, struggling mightily to escape to little avail. "Maybe if you actually did some stretching exercises, you wouldn't be so worried," Aisha shakes her head indulgently, "Seriously," EU pipes in, "If Yiren's pampered pussy can take it, yours can too!" Onda merely whines pitifully as the rest of Everglow vent themselves a little bit, before remembering you were right there. At their urging, you hesitantly move between Onda's legs, you really didn't want to hurt the poor girl, even if the other girls were acting so callous about it. So you cautiously put your tip against her neat lips and start gently pushing.

You could not get it in. You started applying more and more pressure, but Onda's pussy was simply unable to stretch wide enough to accommodate even your tip, even as you start to put your entire body-weight into it. Urine sprays wildly over all of you as Onda's bladder lets loose in an animalistic defensive response, futilely pissing on you in an attempt to drive you away as she writhes beneath you. Eventually you are forced to stop, your frustration growing as you find yourself once more unable to enter a girl due to the massive size of your manhood; idols were supposed to be able to handle you! Luckily, like most idols, Everglow knew how to help a girl along, and quickly get to work loosening Onda up while Sihyeon entertains you. She sucks your tip and strokes your shaft, kissing up and down your length while behind her the trio are hard at work ravishing Onda's erogenous zones and gradually stretching out her cramped entrance. Once the faux-virgin had been suitably loosened up, the girls urge you to try again, and this time the initial portion of your tip makes some headway before coming to stop. Onda practically chews through her gag as she wriggles, trying to escape her coming impalement but unable to do so with three girls pinning her down. Only when Sihyeon presses herself against you, and adds her bodyweight to your own, does your cockhead finally pop inside of Onda before almost immediately hitting her limit.

Onda shrieks bloody murder and goes berserk, clawing at the bed in a frenzy before exhaustion takes hold and she moans piteously, her hips quivering. Her pussy was even tighter than Yiren's, almost crushing your tip as it sought to expel it from her cramped canal, and you could barely fit any more of your dick inside of her. Unable to properly stimulate your manhood, you are reduced to awkwardly fucking the few inches of pussy that you could; this might take a while... Or it would if Everglow were a bunch of squealing virgins, which they weren't (no matter how much Onda tried to pretend), and leaving AIsha to keep Onda's arms down, the other three start to skillfully work your load out. Mia plies your balls and taint with her tongue, urging your sack upwards, while EU and Sihyeon kiss you and rhythmically stroke your shaft until you can almost believe that you are fucking Onda. While not the most intimate sex you've had today, having four beautiful idols all pleasuring you was far from unpleasant, and you enjoy fondling them while they do so. You are surprised at how smooth and supple their bodies are, you should have been feeling them up from the start! Your excitement builds, and soon a familiar warmth is coursing down your shaft, you groan as you feel your load pour into the helpless Onda, whose tight cunt struggles to contain the semen pouring into it. The idol thrashes around, her eyes widening with horror as a bulge starts to show in her belly, spit foaming from her lips while she howls through her gag. Abruptly, Onda stops moving, her eyes roll back, and she promptly passes out, even as her pussy continues to slowly expand with buttery cum.

It takes some effort to extract the small portion of your cock from Onda's snug cunt, but once you remove yourself, it only gapes for a few moments before closing until it was at its original diameter. Aisha curls up with the unconscious idol, reversing their roles as she now tenderly cares for Onda like she had for Aisha. Mia meanwhile sprawls loosely on the bed, she was already tired after getting her guts rearranged, and having to help with Onda's impregnation had sapped what energy remained. Sihyeon meanwhile wanders out, politely excusing herself before leaving; only for a short while though she insists. EU pulls your attention away from the other girls by kissing you passionately, hungrily forcing her tongue down your throat and pressing her petite body against yours. Your cock is squished between your sweaty bodies, the tip nestled between her perky breasts while you gleefully grope her soft butt. EU growls between kisses, "I want it. I want you so fucking bad," she moves down to your neck, latching on like a lamprey and leaving her mark on your skin. She plants kisses as she winds down to your nipples, sucking and teasing them until she is satisfied before slobbering all over your cockhead. EU's face is flushed with excitement as she gives you a nasty grin, "Hey, gotta piss?"

You realize with a start that you are indeed in need of a lengthy bathroom break, but before you can excuse yourself the pervert idol offers you an easy solution. "Why don't you just piss in my ass then," EU smirks, "Or wherever you like, really. I am down for... anything" she purrs, drawing out the last word seductively, as she demurely looks up at you. She rises once more and nibbles on your ear, eager to corrupt you, "And by anything, I mean it. Wanna fill my throat with your cock, rape my ass until I scream, plow me until I break, make me eat your filthy ass out, piss in my mouth until I puke it out, roleplay as your cute little sister? C'mon, c'mon! Let's make it nasty," Her eyes gleam with excitement as she slowly pries your most depraved fantasies out of you, things you had always wanted to do with a naughty girl but never had. EU giggles maniacally as she sees your depraved urges win over, licking your cheek as she asks, "So, where are you pissing then, baby?"

EU looks excitedly up at you, her mouth wide open with her fingers prying her cutesy cheeks even wider, her tongue sticking straight out. The initial stream of urine splashes over her face before you can zero in on her mouth, which steadily fills with yellow fluid until she swallows it with a gulp. But EU's mouth starts filling up a moment later, and her throat bobs steadily as she does her best to swallow every last drop of your urine. Her gag reflex suddenly catches, and she coughs your latest load of piss up, leaning back as you continue to shower her with stinking liquid until she is soaked in it. EU looks smug as your bladder finally finishes emptying itself, licking her lips clean, "So how did you like using an idol like a piss-rag?" She grins sleazily as your manhood bulges in answer, rubbing her slit that was dripping with more than just urine, "Fuck I want it inside of me so bad..." EU scrambles up and forces you back down to your knees before straddling you like a monkey, rubbing her drooling cunt against your cockhead, moaning eagerly. You had thought the smallest member of Everglow would be even more difficult to penetrate than Onda, but instead your dick slips inside of EU as easily as it had into Aisha. Both of your eyes widen as a bulge slowly travels up her stomach until it nestles between her tits, and you realize that almost the entirety of your cock was buried inside of the petite idol. EU smirks, and voluntarily pisses on your crotch in celebration, "I told you I make a good fleshlight..."

You groan loudly as you use EU like a cheap sex toy, her legs wrapped tightly around your waist, her toned body light enough to lift with ease as you slam it down your length again and again. The perverted idol squirts repeatedly as you pound her innards out of shape, gasping and squealing as her surprisingly stretchable pussy devours your monstrous cock. "Breakmebreakmebreakmebreakme-" she wails as her tongue lolls, her tummy bulging obscenely as your dick forces its way through her insides, and loving every second of it. Moaning, you continue to pleasure yourself with the petite girl, churning her sloshing stomach with every thrust until a hint of panic enters her eyes, and she hurriedly motions for you to turn her around. So you drop her, and she squirms off your cock, looking around desperately for support, and a queasy-looking Yiren crawls over dragging the trashcan. EU gratefully opens her mouth to say thanks, but instead of gratitude, partially-digested piss spews out of it, and only most of it makes it inside of the bin. Yiren grimaces and curses in disgust at the sight, while you are treated to the far more arousing display of EU's sloppy cervix forcing its way out of her gaping cunt, her womb prolapsing itself.

So of course you take EU from behind, even with her head buried in a trashcan, shoving her womb back into place and sending fresh convulsions through her with every thrust. Her pussy spasms around your cock every time she retches, squeezing your cock in new and interesting ways, while she squirts and pisses all over the sheets. Yiren scowls at your indecorous display of lust, but the stench coming from the bin gets to her too, and she unhappily joins her fellow idol in noisily venting her stomach. Once she has finished filling the trashcan with a frothing mess, EU looks back at you with an exhausted yet ecstatic gleam in her eyes, "You literally fucked your piss out of me," she gurgles happily, "fuck, it feels like you're breaking me in half!" a shudder runs through her as she climaxes once more, "C'mon, make me your fleshlight, ruin me, I'm your toy!" Groaning you hoist the petite idol up and do just that, viciously slamming her down onto your gargantuan cock as your muscles burn with adrenaline. EU's tiny body shudders with pleasure as it is abused beyond its limits, the perverted slut unable to do anything other than orgasm and beg for more, your dick so deep inside of her it nearly is coming out of her throat.

You had always destroyed your plastic fleshlights when you finally came, so it only made sense that you were doing the same to your first flesh-and-blood fleshlight as well. EU's arms flail as the supreme moment approaches, burbling eagerly in anticipation of your massive load; while your thrusts grow long and deep. She babbles happily as her cunt quivers around your length, urging you to pump her full of seed, to put your baby in her tiny belly. "Breedmebreedmebreedme!" EU squeals as she feels your shaft pulsating, and her cries grow higher in pitch as your load erupts inside of her stretched out pussy, drooling uncontrollably as she climaxes from the sheer pleasure of being bred. The petite idol shudders, impaled upon your cock as your seed pours into her ravaged hole, unable to escape and unwilling to do so. You groan as rope after rope spews into EU slowly filling her until your cock was mostly outside of her and you were forced to drop her onto her hands and knees; whereupon she promptly collapses in a soggy puddle of fluids and piss. With a disgusting plop, you pull out of her pussy, which sputters foully as your thinner seed and precum leaks out of her blown out cunt. EU strokes her distended stomach and coos, "I-I'm gonna have a baby! Sorry," she gurgles as she starts to pass out, "your mom is a pervert..."

As exhausted as the rest of Everglow after your frantic sex with EU, you collapse back onto the bed, your chest heaving as you try and recover from your exertions. Whereupon Sihyeon returns, cheerfully waving her knee-support, "Okay, I found it everyone! Did I miss much?" She takes in the situation, Yiren with her face buried in the trashcan, still heaving, and EU, with her creampied cunt gaping wide open and passed out in a puddle of her own piss and cum; and doesn't even blink. She beams as she notes the thoroughly inseminated state of EU's pussy, and kindly rubs Yiren's back before hauling her out of the trashbin and onto the bed, where she groans and clutches at her stomach. Only then does Siyheon plop down next to you with a smile, "Well it's my turn now, isn't it?" she rummages around in the tangled sheets until she pulls out the bottle of aphrodisiac, giving it an experimental shake before giving you a quizzical look, "EU did give you some before you bred her, right?" she sighs as you tiredly think about it, "Oh well, you can just come back next week and try it again, and I'm sure Mia wouldn't mind getting some sex in as well," she pats your cheek affectionately, "but it's our turn now, so let's put a baby in my belly!" with that she carefully gives you a hefty draught of purple liquid, before smooching you gently.

Unlike the previous member of Everglow, Sihyeon seems content to take her time with things, and lavishes you with attention as she slowly nurses your cock to full length. She gives you kisses aplenty, as well as intimate cuddles while she gingerly strokes your shaft, working the blood back into it with surprising care. Sihyeon urges you to relax and regain your energy, massaging you with her hands, kneading your flesh, and licking and sucking upon your erogenous zones, but always making sure to return to press her lips against yours. Slowly but surely, your erection returns, and with it your arousal, which you can only partially slake by exploring Sihyeon's body as thoroughly as she was working yours; squeezing her modest breasts and rubbing her butt. The idol is visibly pleased to see your lust returning, but is still firmly insistent that she initially set the pace, to make sure you do not strain yourself unduly before finishing. Sihyeon raises your cock skywards once more, and like Aisha before her, attempts to squat awkwardly atop it before grimacing as her knee spasms; even with her brace she could not put too much pressure on it. So instead she leans it back downwards and straddles your chest, her stomach pressed against your face, and mounts it horizontally instead, sliding slowly down your body until your monstrous member is all the way in her.

Sihyeon looks somewhat self-conscious as she sits atop your crotch, as if waiting for criticism, but you are at a loss as to why until you realize the sheer mundanity of the situation. Sihyeon had taken your entire gargantuan dick without any trouble at all, she was not wailing in pain, pissing herself uncontrollably, or puking her guts out; instead she was seated calmly atop it, faintly embarrassed but otherwise without distress. What was most striking though was how different her pussy felt, its soft folds cradled your cock, instead of attempting to crush your dick as it was stretched out; was this how ordinary sex felt like? Sihyeon coughs awkwardly, "I hope you don't mind, I'm a little... looser than the other girls" rocking slowly atop your cock as you rush to assure her that you were more than satisfied with her pussy. She flushes slightly, "Well then, let's get started, shall we?" With that Sihyeon starts to ride you, unable to get much height into her bounces due to her knee, she still manages to get enough movement in to stimulate your cock. You let out a moan as her fleshy insides massage your shaft, softly pleasuring you with its heat and wetness as much as its tender pressure.

Your lovemaking was relaxed and intimate, with your hands around Sihyeon's waist guiding her down your length, while she alternatively groped herself or ran her hands down your chest. When the idol finally climaxes, it is with little fanfare, she simply moans and jerkily grinds on your cock for a few moments as her pussy spasms around your member; you were pleasantly surprised to not get showered with urine for once. Sighing languidly, Sihyeon's eyes flicker open and she gives you a flirtatious smile, "Want to be on top this time, how would you like me?" You were tempted to take her in doggy, but with the intimate mood of the sex, there really was only one position to choose... Sihyeon giggles shyly at your answer, and leans back, smoothly pulling you on top of her as she goes so that you end up in missionary. She hikes her hips upwards and wraps her legs around your shoulders, ensuring you would be able to reach as deep as possible inside of her, "I haven't done mating press in a while," she muses as you position yourself atop her thighs and start thrusting. Now on top, you were able to maintain a steady rhythm, almost bouncing on top of Sihyeon as you dragged most of your length out of her before slamming it back into her capacious pussy. The idol seems mostly untroubled by your vigorous thrusts, smiling knowingly as she kindly urges you on, your faces only inches apart as you make love. Her soft folds lavish your shaft with moist warmth, pulling you deep inside of her again and again as your hefty balls slap against her asshole. Sihyeon's eyes widen as your pace quickens, and her pussy tightens noticeably around your manhood to spur you on, "Yes," she gasps, "just relax, let it all out, that's it..." You groan and kiss her as heat surges up through your shaft, melting into her as the turgid warmth of your seed spills into her belly.

You thrust gently as your balls empty themselves into Sihyeon's fertile pussy, staying hilt-deep inside of her as your semen gradually floods into her hole that stretches ever deeper to accommodate your load. You both shudder in the afterglow of sex, pleased by the comfortable normality of the sex that was usually far from ordinary, relishing in the warmth of one another's' bodies. Eventually you recover enough to gingerly unstick yourself from her, the sweat from your passionate coupling having fused your skin together. Sihyeon sluggishly rubs her stomach, "There is so much in me," she marvels wearily, "I think I might have just gotten knocked up..." She gives your hand a loving squeeze and you take the hint to pull out, and crosses her legs behind you to seal your seed inside of her; she was making absolutely sure her egg would get fertilized. Sihyeon glances around, visually collecting the other members; EU was still passed out in the puddle of fluids, Aisha and Onda were curled up together napping, Yiren had fallen asleep not far from them, and Mia was noisily pissing in the trashcan. Sighing, she gives you a sleepy smile, "Well, thank you for stopping by and impregnating us all, and do remember to come back in a week to make sure EU actually got bred! Ummm," she pauses thoughtfully, "I guess we can discuss parentage stuff later? Don't worry too much about it though, we will be putting Forever down on the bitch certificate," she winks knowingly, before awkwardly waving goodbye, "So, see you in a week, and hopefully at our next fanmeets!"

As you leave, Mia glances up at you, still shamelessly squatting over the trashbin, and gives you an enticing smirk, "Try to save up until then, you can fuck me after you finish plowing that pervert full of cum again," You blush at this crass statement, but know that more likely than not you would follow her sordid request. Once you leave the room, you are politely escorted out of the building and bundled into a waiting car, which takes you directly back to Jihyo's lair in the JYPE building. Once there, the matriarch herself quizzes you intensely on what occurred, nodding approvingly as you relate how exactly you had creampied each member of Everglow; her nose wrinkles with faint disgust at times, but she remains encouraging throughout. After a solid hour of debriefing, she insists that you help yourself to a hearty meal, and kindly reminds you to drink lots of water, before assigning you a room near hers for the night; she wanted to make sure you recovered without an overnight interruption. You fall asleep in the luxurious covers, exhausted, yet pleased by your performance, it was not everyday that you got to lose your virginity to one of your favorite idol groups, let alone impregnate each and every one of them...

You gradually awaken, aware as always of the colossal weight of your morning wood resting against your chest, but was surprised by the additional heaviness of another person as well. Your startled motion awakens your curvaceous bed-partner, who languidly sits up, stretching before giving you a motherly smile, "Good morning, dear," Jihyo says with a kindly yet hungry gleam in her eyes, "Now it's time for mommy to enjoy herself as well..." she purrs as she leans down to kiss you.

You might have a massive cock, but that didn't mean Jihyo couldn't have you begging for mercy within minutes...

[dailysabinasmuts]

Aisha's lithe legs wrap tightly around your waist as you pound her into the concrete. Her pussy makes a messy puddle on the ground as she leaks copiously from your solid thrusts. Aisha groans loudly as she climaxes wetly once more from your rough rutting, fuck her even harder! 😩

[bbsmuts]

Promiscuous ft. EVERGLOW Aisha

A/N: Thanks for 1k followers! I wrote this for an ask I got a good while ago, but decided to release it when I hit 1k. I’m doing it as a collab with a friend who prefers to stay anonymous. It’s amazing the results your mind will show when challenged by a pitch about a hot idol. Obviously, since I don’t write guy on guy stuff, Hongjoong and I aren’t going to be doing anything. This was suggested by someone through a private chat. Enjoy! 

-상훈

Length: 3.31k

Possible TW: Whipping, bondage

Tags: Spitroasting, threesome, bondage, whipping, humiliation, exhibitionism, throatfuck, cunnilingus

It was fairly late when I gave Yurim the call, but not late enough for it not to be immediately answered. “Sung-min?” “That’s me. You got plans for later?” Her voice became suddenly mischievous. “Yes, I have plans. Would you like to participate?”

“Hell yeah I do. What time?” “7:00. Feed yourself before you come, I haven’t got much here.” “Oh, I’m sure I’ll find tasty enough sustenance while I’m there.” I could hear the smirk in her voice as she said,       “Whatever. Be there at seven.” I still had two hours to wait, so I decided to kill some time at a bar with my friend Hongjoong. He was already waiting with a shot of soju in hand when I arrived there. “Hey, Sung-min, my man.” I sat down at the bar with a “Hey, Hongjoong” and ordered a takju. “Something wrong?” He asked nonchalantly, taking a small sip of his soju. “No.” I said, accepting my takju and pushing a small wad of bills at the bartender. “I’m going to meet Yurim later.” “Ohhhh. That makes more sense. You mean you’re going to fuck her later?” “Pretty much.” I took a sip of my takju. “You want to come along?” He thought about it for a moment. “What time? I can be there, but not before eight. I have some other plans.” “Yeah, that’ll work.” We continued drinking and talking for about an hour until I went back to my house to get a bite to eat. After whipping up some stir fry with beef chunks and wolfing it down, I got ready to go. Her house was about twenty minutes away, a mere blink of the eye when I was savoring fantasies about eating her out, having my cock deep down her throat, thrusting in and out of her tight pussy-      I arrived at her house shortly after, and I had barely touched the doorbell when the door was flung wide open. Yurim was wearing nothing but a black lace bra and a matching pair of panties, nicely showing off her curves, hips, and thighs. “Hey.” She said, ushering me in the door with a small beckon.  “Hi.” I said. “You look nice.” All niceties forgotten, she needily mashed her lips against mine, and I grabbed her thighs and I lifted her onto me, still kissing her intensely. I carried her along a narrow hallway to a door with a fancy brass handle, which I knew to be a room specifically dedicated to sex. Once inside, I realized that she had dressed the place up during my short absence of three days. It was more than the usual day or two, but still. She also probably put all this up since me saying I’d come. Racks along the wall displayed a number of riding crops, floggers, whips, paddles, and other such instruments; one rack displayed handcuffs, rope, zip ties, cord, and other restraints; another showed off a nice collection of sex toys: fleshlights, dildos, vibrators, and others; a small bedside table held a few types of gags. “Damn,” I said, looking around, “this place looks like something out of Fifty Shades of Grey.”  “Do you like it?” She asked, sidling up to me and sliding one coy hand along my chest.  “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun tonight.”     

“Oh my god, yes, yes, oh fuck, oh god yes, eat me!” Yurim’s screams of pleasure filled the room as I pushed her thighs apart for maximum penetration while I ate her out. I had her flat on her back, hands tied high above her head to the bedpost, blindfolded, and legs spread as far as they would go. She was so wet it was like plunging my face into a hot bath. I could tell she was nearing her peak by sound, as she always had specific noises she made when getting close to climax. Her string of words turned into a mindless stream of moans and yelps of pleasure, slowly but surely getting louder until I finally pushed her over the edge. Her groans turned to shrieks and yells as she orgasmed, straining against her restraints and arching her back as her juices sprayed all over my face and shoulders. She fell back to a laying position limply, basking in the post-orgasm pleasure, She made no movement as I uncuffed her hands and took off her blindfold. I hoisted her off the bed and to a support beam near the center of the room, recuffing her hands around it above her head. Her knees came to settle on either side of the beam, providing an erotic view of the glistening pink slit that showed briefly between her spread thighs. Without much further ado, I removed the remainder of my own clothing. She, having reconnected with reality, looked up and saw me before her, then looked up and peered at her cuffed hands. She looked back down slowly and then straight at me, then opened her mouth with lust dancing in her eyes. I rather roughly inserted my cock into her willingly opened mouth, letting her suck her cheeks in and drag her tongue all over my tip, before sheathing to the root in her throat with a single thrust that made her gag. I held there for a moment before partially pulling out, then shoving back in. She opened her jaw to its fullest extent and allowed me through, taking her facefucking with some dignity, and by dignity I mean with saliva running down her chin and a single tear rolling down her cheek. I continued thrusting into her throat, hot sounds of deepthroat resonating loudly around the room. Glancing down for a moment, I saw her thighs very slowly rubbing together, and by the expression in her face (what little I could see of it), I knew she dying to touch herself, but due to the cuffs she couldn’t, something I had done deliberately. I picked up the pace, facefucking her with abandon, completely disregarding her noises getting louder, her random jerks when I went down her throat, and her pleading glances to be released. Without warning, she moaned into it just as I pushed forward and held there. The sudden vibrations around my cock drew a groan from me, and I shoved my hips forward and buried myself in her throat before blowing, shooting cum down her throat. She choked, gagged, and moaned around it, but I didn’t let go. I held myself there, making her kiss the base until she finally tapped out, but I didn’t pull out. I held there and she choked and gagged again with an “ack” as I pushed still further. She squeezed my thigh to let me know she needed air, and I thrusted four more times before pulling out. She fell limp against her cuffs, cum instantly flowing out of her mouth, down her chin, and onto her breasts below. Having swallowed the remaining cum, she gasped and gulped in much-needed air. I sat down hard and laid back on the bed, breathing heavily. There came a distant knock at the door, and I picked myself up off the bed to go look. When I reached the door and looked through the peephole, what I saw made me laugh. Hongjoong stood there wearing a low-cut tank top and a pair of athletic shorts. I flung the door open. “Hongjoong,” I said casually. “Sung-min, ma boy?” He said, stepping in the door. “Ma nude boy?” “This way. Yurim has some bokbunja in the kitchen.” “Where is she, speaking of?” Hongjoong said, looking around. “I figured she’d be here.”  “She may or may not be cuffed to a post, recovering from an orgasm and a hardcore facefucking,” I said nonchalantly, pouring us both a shot of bokbunja. “Bottoms up.”  “Oh, that makes more sense.” He took his shotglass and downed it in one sip. I knocked back my own, savouring the burning and sweet taste before following Hongjoong down the hall to where Yurim was. When we entered the room, Hongjoong took a second to asses the scene before him: walls lined with restraints, whips, paddles, and riding crops, and Yurim’s hands visible at the back of the post, handcuffed. I walked to the post and unlocked the cuffs, allowing her hands to fall. She stood up immediately, turning to face me but then seeing Hongjoong. The thought occurred to me that she had never met Hongjoong and therefore didn’t know who she was looking at. One of her arms crossed over her chest and the other hand shot down over her pussy, which was already glistening with denied arousal, in a vain attempt to protect her modesty. Hongjoong raised his eyebrows and turned to me, clearly questioning this behavior. “You didn’t tell her I was coming?” “Well, I may have forgotten to mention a few key details,” I said. “Yurim, this is Hongjoong, you’ve heard about him. My friend.”  Her tension relaxed and her hands dropped to her sides, bringing back the visual of her breasts and pussy in the full. Hongjoong’s eyes traveled slowly down her body. He started at her neck, going down past her collarbone, pausing at her chest for a split second and then moving on. His eyes roved over her toned stomach and abs, his gaze raking over the pink flesh between her thighs and finally ending on her legs.    He exhaled slowly. “Wow. Okay.”  Yurim’s own glance found his shorts, and I followed her gaze to the quite obvious bulge. I took the first step towards Yurim, pushing her onto the bed while Hongjoong undressed in the corner. I flattened her against it, opening her legs with my own knee. I kissed her deeply, her moans sounding as she allowed me in, enjoying it even before my next move. I gave her thighs one last push apart before acting, sheathing myself to the root in one thrust. My groan sounded with her own “ahh” of pleasure. I started thrusting fast and hard into her, her “ahh” turning into a scream of bliss as I pounded her. Her breasts jiggled deliciously as she bounced with the rhythm of my pounding. Her hands, having been previously gripping the sheets, raised themselves. One hand grabbed my shoulder as her legs wrapped around my back and pulled me closer, and the other found her clit and started rubbing furiously. She was clearly as desperate for release as I was. Within seconds, she arched her back and climaxed with an ear piercing shriek of pleasure. With moans and cries of bliss, she kept humping on me until she had nothing left. I felt myself getting very close to the edge. With an almighty groan, I gave a final thrust and held there, shooting cum into her hole. I rolled over and lay next to her, panting heavily. She gave a soft “ah” as some of my cum came dripping out of her pussy. Hongjoong beckoned me over and I got up, letting Yurim relax in her orgasmic afterglow.   -Anonymous Friend- 

 “What now?” He asked. “Well, what do you have in mind?”   “She didn’t papier-mâché her walls with floggers for no reason. I say we use them.”   I smiled. “You thinking what I’m thinking?” “Probably. Gutter piping outside?” “Absolutely. Go get her and take her outside. I’ll get the… things.”   Hongjoong walked over and hauled Yurim off the bed and towards the bedroom door, grabbing a length of rope as he left.. I walked around, surveying the many whips properly. I selected a black riding crop from one rack and a bullwhip from another. A pink and black tasseled horsewhip from another. A switch from another. And finally a brown oak paddle. I went out to the hall, through the kitchen, through the living room, and opened the front door to fine Yurim naked and tied by her hands to the gutter piping along the house’s front wall. Her feet were tied to concrete bricks which were firmly set into the ground.  “Want to do the honors?” I asked Hongjoong, offering the switch to him.   “I sure as hell do. Where?”   “Ass. She likes the ass.”   Hongjoong took a step back, measured the distance, raised the switch, and brought the tip down on her ass cheek with a searing crack that echoed off the surrounding houses, leaving a red streak in its wake. Yurim’s head shot up and she cried out in both pleasure and pain. She liked being spanked and whipped on the ass, but we definitely weren’t going to stop there. This switch gave a very sharp sting when being used on you, as I had found out when I tapped my own arm with it earlier. He raised it and smacked her ass again. And again. And again. He gave ten strokes before handing it to me. “I’ll sit back and watch for now.” I stepped forwards with confidence and cracked it across her ass again. Another cry sounded from her. I gave her fifteen more strokes before setting the switch down, by which time tears were welling in her eyes but she hadn’t asked me to stop. I looked at the other four. Bullwhip, horsewhip, riding crop, paddle. I went with the riding crop. I picked it up and walked toward her, slowly sliding the leather over her ass, which was littered with red streaks and marks from the switch. I gave her raw ass a small smack with the riding crop and she whimpered. I stepped back, raised it high above my head, and whacked her sexy cheeks. The shout that left her lips sounded more pained than pleasured now, though she would still enjoy it. The streaks increased in number the more I spanked her with the riding crop. Her hands twisted above her head in pain and pleasure, straining against their bonds. I paused for a moment and she stuck her ass out, spread her legs, and gave it a shake, drunk on my spanking. On a sudden thought, I lowered the crop to waist level and gave a beautiful underhand swing at her. The tassels on the end and the body smacked per pussy lips full on. Her cry was delayed for a moment as she took a second to realize. But when it came she threw her head back and shouted out, wiggling her hips for more. I gave her pussy another uppercut with the crop and she just moaned. I knew she loved having her pussy spanked, although usually we weren’t out in public in full view of neighbors, passersby and cars passing, and usually I didn’t use a riding crop, rather my hand or a leather strap, so the thrill was skyrocketed. After a few more strokes, during which I could tell she was getting close to orgasm, I stopped and brought her cumming to a screeching halt. She relaxed, gasping and panting and moaning. A pair of men came out of the house across the street, arguing loudly about whether or not wrestling a chimpanzee would be a good idea. Clearly drunk, the weaved their way into the street, and then they spotted us. I picked up the paddle, observed their transfixed gazes, and gave Yurim’s ass a little smack. She remained quiet, defiantly ignoring the men, who had taken a few steps further. I kept spanking her, going progressively harder until she actually did climax, sending a cascade of cum onto the grass and my feet. Her pleasure was expressed in the most luxurious moans ever and her arms fell limp against the rope. Even in the dark, I could see her cheeks start to redden, the men’s gazes having not wavered from her naked body. She didn’t say anything, however. I glanced over at the two guys, and immediately noticed the glint of a blade on the taller one’s hip. Deciding it would be better not to risk anything, I untied her from the pipe.  “Hongjoong.” I said, and he followed my gaze to the knife blade. He nodded and led her inside. Yurim getting raped and us getting sliced was not something I was prepared to have going on, so I went back inside and locked the door. 

 -상훈- 

 I headed back to the bedroom and took the rope off her wrists. Her ass was thoroughly red, a nice job. But enough messing around. Yurim had gotten up and repositioned herself on her hands and knees. As I looked back, she wiggled her ass at me, wordlessly begging to be fucked. Without any hesitance, I moved forward and bottomed out inside her in one stroke. Her face was buried in the blanket, but a muffled whimper was audible all the same. Hongjoong hung back, looking dubious. “It’s okay, man.” I said, groaning as she squeezed me. “Neither of us mind.”   He hesitated a moment more and then crawled across the bed and lifted her face from the blanket. A moment later I heard the unmistakeable sounds of deepthroat from in front of me. Her pussy was like a vice on my cock. I started thrusting into her harder, and her moans got gradually louder. I reached forwards and squeezed her breasts roughly. I repositioned her so she was in cowgirl on my cock.   “God, Yurim, you’re so fucking tight,” I moaned as she rode me.    “Fuck yes, you like that Sung-min?” Her eyes glinted mischeviously.  “You feel so good on me, don’t stop.”     She continued grinding her hips on me, her clit brushing my crotch with every gyration. Her mouth had fallen open in a state of utter euphoria, intermittent moans sounding from it. I pulled her down and started thrusting into her pussy hard and fast, the soft moans turning to loud yells of pleasure.       I felt another presence in her ass and as it turned out, Hongjoong had started fucking her ass.  “Fuck yes, fuck, oh my god yes, ahh yes keep going, I’m cumming!” I didn’t stop thrusting through her orgasm, her juices splattering my waist and hips. Her head fell beside mine, her hair brushing my cheek. She kept whispering more dirty talk into my ear, only spurring me on, as I was reaching my own peak. “Fucking hell, I’m gonna cum,” groaned Hongjoong. “God, it’s so tight…aahh!”   He gave on final thrust and buried himself to the hilt in her ass, and she moaned in my ear as she felt the flood of warmth. I slapped her ass as he pulled out, causing her to moan “ahh” as I plunged into her. There were seconds, maybe, before my orgasm. She sat up, propped herself up on my chest with her arms, and started grinding her hips on me.   “Yurim, I’m cumming,” I gasped, the pleasure overwhelming me. “Keep grinding. Oh fuck, keep grinding.”   I pulled her hips down on me hard, and then with an involuntary moan, spurted another load of cum deep inside her. She rolled off of me and sat panting by my side. I leaned over and kissed her.    “Oh shit guys, I have to go.” Hongjoong said suddenly, getting up and getting dressed again. “I’m already late. Sung-min, I’ll see you tomorrow man. Later, Yurim.” With that, he departed and I heard the front door close loudly.     Yurim slid over on top of me, my half-hard cock naturally settling between her thighs.      “So,” Yurim said into my ear, “how was it?”    “Fucking amazing. I trust you liked it?”    I could hear the smile in her voice as she spoke the next words. “I loved it. Being whipped outside was fun. New and exciting. Do you want to go for round two?”   “Tomorrow morning, maybe. I’m too tired.”     She pulled herself up partially and smirked down at me.   “What? You’re saying you’re too weak?”     I met her eyes and growled,        “Come here.”

[torotauri]

Uh Oh (18+) | Heo Yoorim Aisha [EVERGLOW]

Sexual Content (18+) Read At Your Own Risk

This is inspired by a song, if you know the song do comment and tell me

1384 Words

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Seven texts and two missed calls

You looked at your phone, it was your ex Yoorim. 

Know I can’t ignore em all

You didn’t know what she want but it was not going to be good anyways. Ever since the two of you broke up, it has been non stop toxic. Without even opening the notification, you already knew what she wanted from you.

You make me really really good at making bad decisions

She wanted one thing and one thing only, your cock. You knew you shouldn’t do it but you somehow found yourself getting into your car and driving towards her place to give her what she wanted. Like you said, it was toxic.

Uh oh, I couldn’t help myself, I’m almost at your place again, again

Once you arrived at Yoorim’s place, you knocked on the door and there she was greeting you with a silky bathrobe. Already with the seduction. You didn’t need an invite as you two start making out straight away. Crashing your lips onto her and getting into the mood. Using your leg, you kicked the door shut as you both continued to devour each other. Making out furiously as you both fall onto the her couch.

Uh oh, I’m one foot in the door, my clothes are on the floor again, again

Without wasting any time, things between you and Yoorim got heated and you quickly took off your shirt and threw it onto the floor. You both knew what was coming as you both stopped your make out session briefly to catch your breath. Yoorim looked at you and smirked, knowing that she was going to get what she craved for.

However, making out was not enough for Yoorim, she wanted more, you also wanted more. Somehow, Yoorim found her hands snake down into your pants. Gently using her hand and rubbing your cock, which was definitely getting you hard and horny. It wasn’t a good idea, this was not what you needed tonight.

Yanking down your pants, Yoorim grabbed your cock and started rubbing it. Pre cum leaked out of the tip of your cock and Yoorim immediately licked the pre cum off your cock and took your cock into her warm, wet and welcoming mouth. This was definitely something you have missed ever since breaking up with her.

But oh my god it’s kinda tempting

Her mouth was heaven, it was one of the best thing you have ever experienced. Yoorim definitely knew what she was doing with her mouth. All the pleasure she was giving you, it was why you came back here. 

The way her tongue swirls around your cock, the way she sucks with her mouth was giving your cock too much pleasure. Slurping sounds filled the room with a scent of your moaning from the pleasure Yoorim was sucking on your cock.

With Yoorim applying her superior cock sucking skills on your cock, it was too much for you to take. You were getting close to your orgasm, very close. You wanted to blow your load into her mouth, but you can’t. Not just yet. There were some other things you need to do before you could finish off. Reluctantly, you pulled out of Yoorim’s mouth and ended the best blowjob you have ever received.

Picking up Yoorim, you took her into her bedroom and gently laid her down onto the bed. Yoorim understood what was to come, she spread took her pants off and pulled down her red thongs, spread her legs and looked at you. You leaned down to make out with her. This time, the make out session was a big shorter as you wanted to do what you wanted to do next.

Aligning your hard cock with her pussy entrance, you slowly inserted the tip of your cock into Yoorim. She moaned out lightly, taking the hint that she was getting pleasure, you slowly stuck your whole cock into her pussy. 

Both of you moaned out in unison, showing how much pleasure you were giving each other.

The moment you entered Yoorim’s pussy, you realised it was the biggest mistake you made. But at the moment, it was too good for regrets. She was really good at making you make bad decisions. 

Her pussy still felt the same from last time, tight but not too tight, fitting your cock like a glove, it was really perfect. As you continued to fuck Yoorim at the missionary position for a while. The room was filled with Yoorim’s moans and it was like music to your ears. You leaned down to kiss her to try and muffle her moans, but you definitely preferred hearing her moan out loud. 

A while over, you pulled out of Yoorim’s perfect pussy, and decided to switch positions. It was your turn to lie down on the bed, you brought Yoorim on top of you and slowly she lowered herself onto your cock. Once again entering her was like heaven. That split second of not having your cock inside her pussy felt like absolute pain. But now that you entered her once again, you felt like your life was complete.

Yoorim was talented in many things and riding was definitely something that she is very talented in. The way she rode your cock, the techniques of her using her hips to grind whilst going up and down on your cock. Nothing can top this feeling for you.

The room was filled with Yoorim’s moans and skin slapping, her butt slapping against your crotch every time she slams herself onto your body. 

Her moans were getting louder and louder, her pussy was getting wetter and wetter. You know what was coming up, the inevitable was arriving for Yoorim, her orgasm was coming. You thrusted upwards to try and match her pace to give Yoorim more pleasure to push her over the edge. Few more thrusts, Yoorim lost it, she orgasmed. Her pussy tightens and clamped your cock, coating it with juices as Yoorim moaned out loud during her orgasm, her eyes rolled back, enjoying the wave of pleasure she was getting. That nearly did it for you as well, but you managed to hold it out.

Yoorim hadn’t orgasmed like that ever since the two of you broke up. She missed your cock, the way your cock hit all her perfect spots. 

Trying to stimulate as much pleasure as she can, Yoorim continued to fucks herself using her cock, riding your cock trying to push you off the edge as well. You tried your best to hold yourself out. But it was not use holding, you were right on the edge when you pulled out of Yoorim.

She understood the assignment immediately without having you to tell her. Kneeling down on the floor, face in line with your cock as you stroked yourself furiously to your finish. Yoorim closed her eyes as you stroked awaiting for the grand finale.

Few strokes was all it takes for you to bust. Your orgasm was strong, as ropes and ropes of thick white cum shoots out of the tip of your cock and onto Yoorim. The first few strong shots landed all over Yoorim’s face, with her face painted by strings of cum. The weaker and latter shots landed on her body, her naked tits as her body was painted by your cum. This was really a sight to behold.

Long into the night, you were at Yoorim’s house up to no good. The truth was, Yoorim missed your cock as much as you missed her pussy.

Said that I’m gonna be sleeping at mine, I lied 

The next morning, you woke up before Yoorim woke up and snuck out of the door without telling her, you regretted every single minute of what you just did with Yoorim last night and promised yourself that this would be the last time that you will be staying at your ex’s house even though the both of you know that this is not going to be the last time this happens.

Uh oh, now we can just pretend we won’t do it again, again, again

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MASTERLIST;

(the empty selections are an overlook on what and who i will write for in the future)

last updated: 08/31/24

kpop (which i doubt would ever have other groups incl other than svt)

svt:

yjh

• mon ange analogique

• from the start

manhwa

wind breaker:

vinny hong

• imperfectionist (on-going) - 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

• when vinny misses you, he...

AISHA/ayeshah's secret:

anime

bungou stray dogs:

vanitas no carte:

black butler:

NANA:

ren honjo

she says, “babe, you look so cool.”

films/books/series:

percy jackson:

games/audio & visual novels:

tears of themis:

love & deepspace:

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀɪʟᴇᴅ

AH JIU X VAMPIRE!READER - THE WOMAN WHO WAILED.

PART FOUR OF THE ARCHFIEND.

WORD COUNT - 5,437.

RATING - 18+. [nasty sex, mentions of abuse and death].

SUMMARY - you and ah jiu meet again and you finally allow your past to be revealed.

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previous chapter - chapter three.

It had been the same night Xu Hua had visited your home, and currently you had stood in the balcony of your room, you had been dressed in your robe, barely any undergarment had been hidden under the material thus the silky coldness of the wind had kissed your skin easier than it would’ve if you wore heavier clothes. On the other hand, you had been surrounded by the thoughts and over-thinking due to what the man had informed you with, along the proposal of him wanting to be your husband.

You hadn’t thought you were going to be easily taken out of your deep ponder until the strong enterprise and vigour had commenced you to twist your body and gaze to the figure that had sat on your roof, your eyes wide you had ogled at Ah Jiu who had calmly looked down at you, he had the small smile on his face that had usually calmed you down from intense scenarios, but quickly, your emotions were replaced by a surge of confusion.

You crossed your arms, perplexed by his arrival. Ah Jiu’s expression had shown that he had longed for you, but upset, you had taken a step back. “What are you doing here?”

Hastily, Ah Jiu had signed that he had missed you which had pulled you into a further fit of confusion. “Then why haven’t you been responding to my letters?”

“I have received none of your letters,” the man signed and reticent, you had stood bemused.

“How comes you haven’t tried to send me letters?” You curiously questioned and just as bemused as you, Ah Jiu delicately fell off the roof above your room, he had landed against his feet so softly which had reminded you that he was a cat, a feline spirit, a tiger.

“I tried to send you letters,” Ah Jiu genuinely signed and after he used his hands, he gently dropped his shoulders, his eyes coated with yearning, he had wanted to fold his arms around your body, he had craved for you the time you two were separate and when he noticed that he had not received any letters from you and was not going to acquire anymore, chiefly hence Ah Jiu had figured someone must’ve been purposely not delivering their letters to each other. The long-haired man had taken it to his responsibility to visit his lover.

Dolefully, you had fell into his quiet needs and hastily walked towards the beautiful Adonis and accepted his embrace, the side of your face had been pressed against his chest, and you inhaled his nature-like scent, the pinch of cinnamon and wood mixed with sweetness you obsessed over. Faintly, your fingers gripped his clothed fabric but you had to fight your desires, thus, you pulled away from him, your eyes dim with sadness. “What are you doing here?” You asked once more and without the use of his hands, you could see from his face that he had missed you.

“I missed you too,” you sadly mumbled and as you had tried to rest your head against his chest, Ah Jiu had quickly but gently held your face, his hands so soft that it had felt like a melted substance, it had felt weird but nice at the same time, he had wasted no time to press his lips against yours, his mouth tangled with yours as his left hand had snaked against his back, he had slithered his hand horizontal of your waist so his arm could be wrapped around your figure.

His eyebrows had furrowed, while he had delicately licked your bottom lip to invite himself in, as your bodies had pressed against each other, you could feel his cock harden beneath his clothes; gently a whimper had formed in the back of your throat and your mouth had opened and slowly he had moved his tongue inside your mouth. Calmly, Ah Jiu had moved his other hand towards your back and gradually, both of his palms had found way to your buttocks, deliberately he had squeezed them while the solid of his member had rubbed against your skin.

Haltingly, you mouth had opened and your hot breath had fanned against his skin. You could feel him casually pick you up and filled with lust, you had wrapped your legs around his waist, your covered cunt against his capped shaft, you could feel the man resume to rub his shielded shaft against your area and shamelessly you had moaned against his mouth as you had moved with him.

You hadn’t expected Ah Jiu to be so public with his lewd fantasy. With your arms wrapped around his shoulders you drunkenly continued to rub your cunt against his cock until the orgasmic high whipped into your body, your undergarments drenched with your nectar you had fervently wished to take off, and with your feet back against the ground of your balcony, you had animatedly peeled off your clothing from your skin, your physique bare under the moonlight. The luminosity and polished light of the moon had shined and glowed against your skin, the reflection appearing as if they were amazingly cut diamonds and sparkles, Ah Jiu, breathy had stared down before he had pushed you against the coldness of the balcony fence. The nakedness of your body had contrasted the iciness of the architecture and once again he had kissed you.

His slender hands quick to cup the warmth of your cunt as he slowly dragged multiple of his fingers against your used pearl, his skilled digits able and adept enough to cause you to echo a moan, slowly, you had tilted your head backwards as you had rubbed your pussy against his fingers while he removed two fingers away from your heat and used two of his proficient digits to tease and badger you. His eyes intense and eager to watch how you reacted when he curled and rotated his fingers against your nub, the moment he had calmly pushed his fingers inside your cunt, he had tucked his lower mouth behind his teeth.

His eyes had firmly watched the way your eyes tightly squeezed shut and the way your face would twist into an emotion of ease and felicity. The moment you had felt his wet lips touch the edge of your neck, you felt your body send itself into a crazed second round of climax, and heavily, you had begun to breathe heavily, dumbstruck to how he was able to make you orgasm so quickly, the second he had pulled his fingers out of your cunt, he had traced his damp fingers against the soft cracks of your lips, his silence persuasive as he had watched you lick your climax from his pointers.

Indecent, his lips slowly parted from each other as he had watched you vulgarly suck your nectar from his fingers, and the instant his pointers were clean from your ambrosia, he had kissed you again, both of your lips swollen by the numerous of embraces you two had devoured each other with, his wet fingers carved the edges of your jaw before he glided his arms around your waist and picked you up once more, carefully, he had walked into your room, his arms had handled you as if you were the most delicate thing he has touched and cautiously, he had rested your bare body against the clean sheets of your cot.

The moment he laid you down against your bed, he returned his smooth lips to your skin while he slowly slid down your figure, your legs spread as he had welcomed his face between your thighs. You had gently shuddered when you felt the vehement of his breath ruffle against your cunt, he was smooth with the way he had kissed your inner thighs, his digits dug into the softness of your skin as he pulled you closer against his face, his teasing had provoked you. How he had kissed your outer skin but had never placed his soft lips where you had actually wanted them to be.

Frustrated, you had softly reached for his hair, “Ah Jiu,” you shamefully begged. “Please,” you whined and aroused by your hopeless demeanour, the man had eventually fixed his tongue against your kitten, with your bottom lips tucked behind your teeth you had groaned at the slow and hard lick that had been pressured against your heat, he had continued to flick his tongue against your pussy, each stroke of his tongue grew with speed and intensity, each dab of his tongue had teased your pearl with the tip of his muscle.

He would make sure he would rub your pearl with the end of his tongue savagely before he had sucked on it, with a light gasp, you had sat up, your hands entrenched into the strands of his hair while you had eagerly rubbed your ambrosia against his tongue. Heavily, the man had moaned, his large hands had quickly slid down to the back of your knees as he had once more urged you closer against his face.

You had felt your cunt pulse contra the touch of his tongue, his strokes sharp and enticing as you had looked down at him, viewed how he had hungrily licked and sucked on your pussy. Calmly, Ah Jiu’s eyes moderately moved up to view you, his eyes beast-like, pupils thin like slits and there was a low glow in his eyes that paralleled the desire he had detained.

With both of your eyes cinched to each other, you had tightened your grip around his dark locks, your hips had thrusted forward as you commenced to hump against his tongue, as you could feel your climax strike through your figure, your fluid had seeped out of your cunt, your nectar quickly caressed and sucked on by the man on his knees. Aware that he had licked you clean, the swain had continued to dab his tongue against your heat; over-stimulated, you had pushed his head away, entertained by his hunger.

Satisfied, you had pulled the long-haired man near to your body, his hair tangled due to your aggressiveness, yet you had liked the messy appearance he had been displayed in. Your lip had found way back to his mouth, the mixture of his saliva and your climatic fluids had met with your tongue, your legs had curled around his waist and your hands had stroked the slender back of his body, his strong back muscles had been lined with sweat and your fingers had found path to his soft hair again.

“I want to taste you,” you breathed and with your Vampiric strength you had switched the both of your positions, you had pushed Ah Jiu’s figure against your bed and quickly took off his clothes, his state dumbfounded at your speed but the second he grew aware with what you had wanted to do, the tall man had aided you to pare off his clothes.

Keen, your tongue had slowly licked the base of his jaw while your hand had reached for the thick shaft that had stood tall, you could feel the vibration of his moans shake against the base of your tongue, you had sucked and gently bit his skin just as your delicate hands had calmly stroked the area of his cock.

“Good boy,” you gently purred as you could feel Ah Jiu buck his hips forward through your tight fist. “Good boy,” you echoed as you gradually stalked down his body, your hand still clenched around his member, you could feel Ah Jiu haltingly reach for your head, to guide you to take in his cock in your mouth, but you had avoided his hand, your eyes thin as you had watched a small pout form on his face.

You had gently licked the side of his cock, your tongue had glid upwards of his length while your left hand had softly fondled with his sac. Lightly, you could hear the soft purr emit from Ah Jiu’s mouth, his hand heavy against the top of your head, his other hand had reached the side of your face as he ardently directed the speed of your mouth; cordially, the man had sat up, the tip of his cock buried down your throat, earnestly, Ah Jiu croaked out a moan. His eyes tight shut while he promptly rocked his shaft in your mouth.

Gorged, you had gagged at his roughness, your eyes had commenced with tears as you had allowed the feline man to actively use your mouth, his fingers tight with your curly locks, full you had hummed around his member while you had returned your mouth to the tip of his cock, the sensation of your mouth that had dragged up his skin had induced Ah Jiu to ardently shiver, while he had felt the foundation of your tongue lick his sensitive opening.

As he could feel his lower body pulse inside your mouth, Ah Jiu had released a struggled whimper, as much as he had wanted to hold himself back and not spill in your mouth, the softness and the melting touch of your mouth had weakened him. The man pulled his head backwards, his eyes still tight shut just as he could feel himself release, his warm white load had trickled down your throat and you took importance to take in every fluid that spilled out of his cock.

The second your mouth pulled away from his dick, you took in a deep breath, your hair just as messed and dishevelled as his, you returned yourself to his lap, and you had rested your hands against the sharp ends of his jaw.

“Did you like that?” You whispered and intently, Ah Jiu had nodded his head, his large hands had cupped your buttocks as he had directed himself to kiss you again, eagerly, the man had you rolled to your back, his long body had towered over yours as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his lower body buried between your legs as he stroked the nakedness of his cock contra the heat of your cunt, you could feel his acute teeth nibble your skin while the warmness of his hand had toyed with your breast.

With your legs tightly curved around his lower waist you had gently purred in kickback to his touch, you could feel him then level the tip of his shaft against your wet opening and you had lowly groaned as you could feel your pussy re-adjust to his size, the girth of his cock had opened you up and you could feel the curve of his member slide and angle inside of you.

“Ah Jiu,” you whimpered as he slowly rocked his body against yours, his hips heavy opposed to your skin and you could feel the muscle of his body flat against your stomach, his weight heavy counter to yours as you he had then held you tightly in his grasp, his speed slowly picked up and his face still in the corner of your neck.

Loudly, an echo of a moan commenced from the back of your throat, as you could feel the man slip and slide into you faster and harder as your nails dug into his back, you laid there, compliant to his touch and eagerness to ruin you, you could feel the grumble of his moan vibrate against your skin while the hardened tip of his cock raked against the texture of your pussy, his member brushed against your sensitive spots ere he began to thrust even harder.

“Deeper!” You cried out and ardently, he listened, the sounds of the slaps against both of your skins had become heavy and intense, and the motion of his hip thrusting had become mechanical and fleshy, a lewd grunt commenced from the end of his throat as he could feel his body want to climax again, he had pulled himself to his knees, his bucks angrier and harder, your legs now against his shoulders, Ah Jiu had pressed himself against you, your moans had echoed louder while your heat had pulsed around his member, locked tight around him.

Your arms had hugged his body tight just as your carnal climax spattered out of your kitten. “Ah Jiu!” You moan once more as your nectar surged out, the emit had stuck itself around his shaft while the long-haired man had resumed his machine-like motions, He had pushed a few more thrusts before his cum had splurged inside of your pussy.

Exhausted, the man had pushed one last moan before he pulled himself off your body. He had collapsed his body beside yours, his breathing heavy, with the edges of your eyes you could see his chest quickly fall higher and lower.

Eventually, his arms had found way around your body and his stomach had pressed against your back, your head was rested against his left upper arm, you had pressed your lips into a thin line as you had forced yourself to take advantage of this short happiness. Ah Jiu couldn’t stay here, and as much as you had wanted him to be by your side, you couldn’t risk it.

You could feel Ah Jiu comfortably pull you closer to him and his warm touch had made you sigh in relief, you had allowed yourself to fall into the kind silence and embrace before you had said anything to him. Yet, it was like Ah Jiu had known you had wanted to say something, he had gently nudged you and had lightly let go of your figure to allow you to twist your body to view him.

Your eyes were dark, but not with the previous lust the two of you had mutually shared but with sadness. The second Ah Jiu had identified the look on your face, he had knitted down his eyebrows, his expression a symbol enough for you to speak your thoughts.

“You can’t stay here,” you whispered and briskly, you could see the expression on his face twist into hurt, the aura of his energy transferred into defence and you had watched the long-haired man roll to his back, but in response, you had sat up and placed your hand against his chest, you peeked over to look at him, your face just as sad as his. “It’s for the best.”

Drained, the man pulled up his hands and began to sign, quietly, you had examined the symbols he made with his fingers, consumed when you had understood what he meant, you pulled your head backwards. “For what?” He asked and fatigued; he had turned his head to look at you.

As much as you had wanted to tell him, you had remained quiet which had trigged a string of annoyance and strength in him. The man had pulled himself to sit up on the bed, he had turned away from you as he had quickly gathered his garments to put on.

“Don’t be angry with me,” you hopelessly pleaded, you now stood up on your knees as you had attempted to reach for him, but hastily, Ah Jiu had snatched his body away from you.

Eventually, the man had turned to look at you, his clothes were on but were raggedy and tattered due to the speed he had used to put them on. “You don’t trust me,” he angrily signed and capsized, you had pulled yourself off your bed, ruffled by his low rage.

“I do trust you.”

“You don’t.”

Silently, you crossed your arms as Ah Jiu had looked down at you, just as disappointed as you were. “I just want to protect you.”

Irritated, Ah Jiu had knitted down his eyebrows, he didn’t want to be taken as someone who couldn’t protect himself, but he had felt like you had saw him as someone who was weak. Perhaps it was because he always displayed himself as a kind person, Ah Jiu had wondered that if he expressed himself to be someone as tough as you, perchance you would have taken him more seriously. “I don’t need your protection; I don’t need any protection.”

Yet, before you could say anything else, he had twisted on the heels of his feet and quickly left your chambers, his actions so fast you had felt a gust of wind hit your skin and you remained standing on your knees, wishing that the both of you had lived through a better time.

“You look terrible,” Jia shortly joked and reticent you had poured yourself a hot cup of tea that had been recently made by one of your workers, both you and Jia had sat opposite each other, between you was a short wooden table that had been accompanied by the both of yours and Jia’s small breakfast and hot liquid.

Of course, yours had been tipped with some breakfast blood and in your head, you thought you needed it more compared to your previous days. You had barely slept after the argument you had with Ah Jiu; you had spent most of the time that was supposed to be used for your slumber to think of how differently things would have been if you did not live such a life.

If you had met Ah Jiu without having a past that haunted and hunted you, if you would’ve lived with him humbly in his home with his family, helping him with his gardening and medicinal skills, but you had come to terms with the fact that you wouldn’t have lived so luckily.

“Are you okay?’ Jia pressed, she had gently nudged your fingers to gather your attention and the second you looked at her, you had straightened your back and echoed a cough to waken yourself.

“I’m fine.”

“I saw a certain long-haired man leave yesterday night,” she smiled and slowly, you had sent the woman who hid a smile a look, “if you didn’t look the way you look now, I would’ve thought you had a great time.”

Gently, you snorted in response. “We both had a good time, it’s just that Ah Jiu was upset that I don’t trust him, but I believe he’s likely upset that I think he cannot protect himself or me, I know he can, it’s just this situation is just so complicated.”

“Why don’t you tell him though?” Jia curiously inquired and as you stirred the small silver spoon to stir the extra sugar you lightly filled in; you gently bounced your shoulders.

“I cannot risk it,” you murmured and empathetically, Jia lowered her head.

“Cannot risk what?” She echoed and dimly, you smiled at the curious woman.

You had stopped yourself from stirring your tea and placed both of your hands on your lap, you had currently sat on your legs and you were slowly growing tired of the position. “Do you want to know of my past before I turned into a Vampire?” You randomly questioned; you had pulled yourself to your feet as you had watched Jia’s face twist into an intrigued mask.

Her silence was enough to urge you to continue and you had moved yourself away from the short table and towards the dining chair and hastily, Jia had followed along. “I used to have a sister,” you began and loudly, you could hear the way Jia had dragged the seat against the wooden floor, quickly she had plopped herself against the furniture and pulled her legs under the table, her eyes were wide, Jia had always wanted to know of your past, chiefly when it was mentioned by Jie Hua at the time they were in the Jiāngshī.

“Her name was Lenore, and the two of us were very close, we used to travel to earn money, we used to sell goods, and sometimes we had to sell ourselves to earn coins, but that all stopped when we arrived to Romania.”

“I had met a man that called himself Alexander,” you pronounced and swiftly, Jia had understood the name had been called upon by Xu Hua the other day.

Intrigued, Jia had pressed her index finger against her chin as her eyes twinkled with realisation. “Alexander?” Her thick accent repeated, “Xu Hua mentioned him the other day, didn’t he?”

“Yeah, he did,” you agreed and before you continued your story you gently sucked in the air, “Alexander was known for being a beautiful man, he had charisma, charm, wealth, everything a girl like me would’ve easily swoon for, and I did, I fell in love with him the time I was in Romania and I was glad to know he had liked me too.”

“He loved bombed me every chance he could get, protected me like no man had done, I felt like the most precious woman in the world. Yet, that was a part of his own Vampiric Skill, his charm, and strength made him undefeatable and that was what had helped him become a man that ruled a town and live in an expansive castle.”

“I was told by many of his ex-lovers that he was a player, and that there was something different about him, but I did not listen to them, I was a mere Human girl in love with an Adonis, who loved me as much as I loved him, well that’s what I thought. Due to me being a Human back then, the Vampiric Charisma had worked on me more than it would have worked on any other Supernatural Being, specifically a Vampire.”

“When our romantic union was official to others, he invited me to every party and gathering he was invited to, showed me off, supplied and spoiled me with the most unique wines,” you had listed, “and on one of those nights, he had revealed himself to me.”

You had then turned your head to face Jia, your eyes locked with her curious and engaged orbs. “I was so charmed by him, I didn’t care, and after he revealed himself to me, he had told me that he had so much plans for me,” you had whispered and shortly after, you had pushed your lower lips behind your teeth in deep thought, how you wished you hadn’t arrived to Romania, how you wished you always stuck by your older sister, Lenore.

“And for a girl like me,” you woefully smiled, “what he said was everything, because for me, it had meant that I could become just as powerful as him. Become invincible, immortal; he allowed me to share the news to my sister, who knew exactly what he was, which I didn’t know she knew, but another thing I was oblivious to, was that my sister, Lenore, was as just as in love with Alexander as I was.”

“Yet, she didn’t show any remorse and bitterness and Lenore was happy for me, and the night Alexander revealed what he was to me, I would continue to party with him, drink his wine and be intimate with him, until I became pregnant.”

Shocked, Jia’s eyes minimised in surprise, “Pregnant?” Jia gasped as she straightened her back, Jia pressed her hand against her neck, as she had silently wondered where your child must’ve been.

“That’s when everything got bad for me,” you blinked away your tears, reminiscent of your past, but you had pulled yourself together, to resume your façade and to appear strong in front of Jia, but Jia had known you, how you had tender emotions but covered them with a wall of steel, your Lady had gotten used to it, she had understood there were moments when you were emotionally opened and the other times would include you holding your feelings inside a tight fist.

“People’s gossips became cruel; my sister spoke to me less and I felt alone. I would barely see Alexander as he believed the lies people had told him about me…sleeping with another man because Vampires weren’t able to reproduce,” you explained, “Yet, the thing about Alexander, was that he was half Human and half Vampire, because he was created by Magic and not by Death. Though, he didn’t attempt to consider that was the reason why he was able to impregnate me.”

Receptive to what you had told her, Jia had tilted her head in deep ponder. “You said Alexander’s Vampiric Ability was his charisma and charm, what is yours?”

Humoured, you had raised both of your eyebrows in response to her question. “My gift is Telepathy and Physical Attraction,” you shrugged boastful, and comically, Jia had twisted her face in kickback, you had appreciated Jia’s inquire, it had made the atmosphere between the both of you less depressive, yet, you had understood that the emotional feeling would return when you spoke more of your story.

“Many people wanted Alexander as their suitor, so they used this moment to spread nasty rumours about me, and due to their actions I wasn’t in the best conditions, I was harassed, abused and assaulted, but because I was so charmed by him I had allowed everything to happen.”

“I’m so sorry, [Y/N],” Jia sympathetically apologised and moved by her consideration, you had lightly waved your hand.

“It’s okay,” you kindly responded. “It wasn’t you that hurt me.”

Appreciative of your kindness, Jia beckoned her head in response, her fingers were locked together and were gently pressed against her upper chest. The expression she had on her face seemed like she had wanted to ask another question so with silence, you did a gesture with your head to persuade her to ask what was in her mind. “What happened to the baby?”

Sadly, you smiled as you had gathered up the strength to tell Jia the outcome of your child. “Her name was supposed to be Anastasia, but if it was a boy, I would’ve named him Nicolae, it sounds funny,” you cheerlessly laughed, the air of your voice had sounded dry and breathy and the look on your face was morose, in dismal, Jia slowly dropped her shoulders as she had understood what might’ve happened to your child. “But, during that time in Europe names like Nicolae was perceived to be really pretty.”

“I was heavily pregnant when everything got worse, vulnerable, emotional, I didn’t know what made me do it, and I still don’t, but I just remember myself on top of a building, a church, and I pushed myself off it.”

You had avoided to look at Jia when you had told her what you had done, that you had been the reason why your child was not able to survive. “But I thought that at least, all the pain and suffering I had endured had come to an end, but I was wrong,” you sadly whispered.

“I woke up, everyone was gone, I was all alone with my belly split open by the fall and what was left of my child in it. My baby murdered by my selfish doings and when I realised what I had done, and what I had to do, I wailed until my lungs felt like they were going to collapse.”

“I hated myself and who and what I had become, a Vampire, I didn’t understand how I became one and I no longer bother to comprehend how it happened, I recently grew to tolerate my being but every day I think and dream of what could’ve been, me with my baby, Anastasia living a normal Human life.”

“You’re a strong woman, [Y/N],” Jia sympathetically whispered and upset, you had forced yourself to pull a smile.

Softly, Jia had reached for your hand you had welcomely grasped, “Thank you,” you replied as you had forced to return the images of your past to the back of your mind. “I don’t want to make you feel some type of way, I just wanted you to know of my story so you could understand where everyone from my past stands in the future.”

Appreciative of your motives, Jia had returned a gleam as she had readied herself to respond, yet, ere the straight-haired woman could speak, the two of you could hear fast footsteps pace towards the closed door of the dining room you two were kept in. Quickly, the two of you darted your vision towards the door and hastily, someone opened the door and there appeared one of the maids who usually worked to clean the first level of the manor.

“Lady [Y/N],” the maid called out, and ready to hear what the maid needed to say, you had straightened your back. “There is someone waiting for you outside.”

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[neesieiumz]

· · Just in: Kento Nanami isn’t tolerating his young hot neighbor party habits, here’s what he has to say · ·

･˳ . ⋆ Reporting Live from Kento Nanami and Next door neighbor!Fem!reader ･˳ . ⋆

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Warnings : smut, Nanami is a hard!dom, hair pulling, creampie, fucked through orgasm, pet names( stupid bunny, slut, etc.), degradation is big time here, bed breaking( not just the head board), breeding kink, Nanami talks about getting you pregnant, hardcore, reader is mind fucked, Nanami is pussy drunk, reader is dick drunk, fluids( cream, squirting, drool), if I’m missing anything let me know WC: 1,081

MDNI, 18+

ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟNote from salaciousdoll: Please do note this was just to poke and have fun, it’s not gonna be perfect so don’t expect it. Anyways, hope you all enjoy my 35 min writing and yes I know this troupe and idea been used a thousands times, act like it hasn’t 😭 Nanami ass may be ooc here, idk.

Nanami always kept his eyes out for the new neighbor who threw parties with mountains of people coming in and out. He was pretty tired of the parties you throw even if you never introduced yourself to any one of your neighbors. You were young and everyone in this neighborhood was either stepping into their 30s or older than that. Only reason he knew you were young was because of how often he’ll see you leave and come in with different boys and girls.

The parties you threw were rowdy and full on project x type beat except without trashing your house. Nanami would be sleep and all he would hear is screams, music, and even the sound of fucking near his window. It’s like you didn’t care about anything or anyone, not even the complaints or calls from the police the other neighbors sent.

So Nanami didn’t care about the way you were clawing at his chest with your long, pretty acrylics as he gripped your hair in a tight ponytail— pounding into your pussy from beneath you with no mercy. The squelching sounds weren't enough to make him stop, in fact, that’s the sole reason he kept going. He ignored your cries and scrambling to get away from him because of how good he stretched your little hole out.

“ you’re not lasting like I thought you would… I mean sluts last long, so why aren’t you?”, Nanami grunts into your ear, his hips thrusting up into your weeping pussy, angrily. He didn’t care about the bed hitting the wall as he fucked you like the whore you’re mother wouldn’t be proud of.

You coughed and tried to make eye contact with him, but his grip on your hair was too much for you to see his face under you. So you cried out your frustration through crystallized vision, “ M’not a slut. Please slow down, Mr. Nanami.” Your sweet little moans and whimpers were beautiful.

Nanami let out a loud growl like moan and wrapped one arm around your body while he now had some of your ponytail tangled and wrapped into his hands, he was making your hair messy just like he was making your pussy messy. You partially regretted coming on because of the dare, but in the same breath, you were happy because now you’re living two of your fantasies.

“ You are. You are. Nnnhh, you’re a little slut that’s been disturbing this neighborhood since you stepped foot in here. Shame on you, did your mother and father teach you anything or are you too dumb of a bunny to understand. Fuck!”, Nanami grunts out his words because of how tight your fluttering walls wrapped around his dick.

Nothing but cries and little chokes escaped out of your mouth. You couldn’t form basic words, how dumb can you be? Nanami balls were slapping on your puckered hole from how fast and rough he was going. You gave up on digging your nails into his chest because you were so fucked out and tired from the pounding he’s giving you. So now your bare chest was pressed onto his bare chest, sweat glands producing from both of you.

“ Please! Please! Please! M’gonna m’gonna— uhhnnn.”, your moans were suppressed by his smooth lips. You were screaming into his mouth as you squirted over his pelvis, his balls, and legs. Some of it was getting on his sheets and he didn’t care one bit. He was too angry at you to see how messy you’ve gotten his covers.

You tried to scramble off him because you were squirting too much and the pressure of it all was too much especially for your already beaten up pussy. It’s like Nanami has superhuman speed and stamina. He sped up even more faster as he fucked up into you, you and your pussy screamed and cried.

Nanami grunts were beginning to become broken, “ Sh-ittt, s’good, pussy is so good squirting like that. I guess all those boys coming in and out of your house taught you how to milk cock, perfectly.” Your eyes widened and then they rolled back into your head at the rolling of his hips hitting the inner thighs repeatedly.

As soon as he did one more snap of his hips, the bed frame broke underneath you two causing a loud noise to erupt from how hard it hit the floor. The poles attached to his bed fell in the opposite direction of you two. If someone were to walk in right now, they’ll see that it looks like a tornado hit his room with how broken the bed was. Yet that still didn’t stop him. He now had a great angle as he pounded your tired, wet cunt over and over with one knee propped up, so you were now fucking rapidly and properly. He felt your velvet walls sucking him in with your liquid coming out at the same time. You were perfect for his cock. Nanami’s cock was big, way too big for your pussy. He loved your pussy so much. He was too drunk on your pussy to understand that his bed broke.

“ My fucking slut, such an devilish little temptation you are, gonna breed this tight little pussy. Nghh! Hopefully that’ll get you to stop having these parties and fucking with those boy toys of yours…. Settle down and grow round and big with our child, how does that sound? Hmm.”, Nanami moaned as you were now creaming on his cock from how overstimulated you were.

Your brain was fogged and your words were slurred with drool hangin out your mouth as you answered him, well tried. Luckily he understood every word you said. “ Yesh—yess, I wan’ your babies. Ahnnn. Want to be full and bloated with your children, mmm mr. Nanami”

Nanami smirked in victory because now there were no more parties, boys, or loud music. Gotta love corrupting and breaking his pretty little neighbor.

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[smuttysabina]

COMM: A Question of Leadership

(Everglow x Fans, x Reader; 2.4k words) Tags: Creampies, Urination, Urine-Danger, Anal Sex, Multiple-Penetration, Corporate Sabotage, Some Forceful Sex, Some Wholesome Sex, Too Much Math, Inspirational Leadership, Perverse Leadership, These Girls Should Hydrate Less

A cloud of despair hangs over the room, as Everglow stare mournfully at the open tablet on the table. Lounging about on couches, they all shoot glares at their erstwhile leader, EU; whose usually bratty demeanor is much subdued by the judging looks of her group-mates. Immature Onda, haughty Yiren, kindly Sihyeon, obscene Mia, Sultry Aisha; all of them scowling at the cringing form of their leader. Onda is the first to break the silence, soon followed by the others as they berate EU,

"You pissed on the CFO?" "Oh we are so fucked..." "How did you even manage to do that?" "Did you forget to go beforehand, again?" "I'm starting to see why Onda is getting sent to the top office more often..." "Okay, it uh, it was an accident okay? It could happen to any of us!" "Liar! We all saw the video!" "Well um... He did seem to enjoy it...?" "Our next three comebacks got cancelled!" "It's not my fault he had the worst case of post-nut depression ever! He told me to make it kinky!" "Oh god oh god how do we fix this?" "Fuck if I know, our dear leader just treated an executive like a toilet." "Okay, so what if... we chose a new leader! Then she could go make things right!" "We already sent Mia to make amends, that's why we might even continue to have comebacks" "Yeah I had three dicks shoved up my ass!" "Don't... don't you like that sort of thing?" "Well, yeah, but it still was a little much after the fifth group of guys tried it..." "..." "So... a new leader then?"

Everglow spend the next hour squabbling amongst themselves, trying to figure out who should be their next leader; if they even need one. Unfortunately, the position was hotly contested, in large part due to its tangible perks: the first pick of partners at any fan event. After all, while getting worshipped by fans could be quite enjoyable, it was even more intoxicating when their adoring lovers were attractive themselves. And of course, all of the girls had their own... tastes, and would generally prefer to have their own needs satisfied before worrying about the others. Thus, the arguing, the yelling, the screaming, the slapping, the fingering, the mental breakdowns, the tossing of various small objects (including EU), the memorable fisting session. So it was finally agreed upon that the best battlefield to determine who would fill the august role of leader, would be fought in the bedchamber; what was the point of a leader if she could not fuck so exquisitely that she inspired her groupmates? The girls decided that their fans would be the ones to choose the lucky girl, by voting with their cocks! 667 fans would be gathered for the event, with 600 of them used in a general free-for-all, 66 of them used for more... exotic tests, and the final wildcard serving as a potential tiebreaker. Everglows fans did not disappoint in their appointed task.

Scattered over three days, the 600 fans were fed into the ravenous sexual machine that is the heart of any idol group; led into a large room they were free to pick any of the girls to unload their seed into. Of course, the girls pulled out all the stops to attractive potential fans. EU engaged in all manner of perverse and depraved acts, a thin veneer of contempt barely disguising her pleasure from cavorting with perverts. Onda meanwhile turned up her virginal charm to eleven, her mincing squeals and moans driving many a fan wild with breeding lust. Yiren by contrast was at her icy best, haughtily milking her fans with a callous disregard for their safety; just how they liked it. Sihyeon was as warm and loving as Yiren was cold and bitchy, wholesomely welcoming her lovers into her tight holes. Mia was of course, Mia; no orifice was left unviolated, as her charismatic lovemaking drained multiple fans at a time until she was literally soaked in fluids. And finally Aisha served as a mature counterpoint to Mia, receiving such fierce poundings that it was often difficult to tell who exactly was doing the fucking; and the screaming.

Then the girls' more... personal skills were tested on 66 of the 67 remaining fans. Since the leader was often favored to deal with VIPs, it would be best if her sexual skills could handle quality as well as quantity. So after several rounds of rather intimate blowjobs and displays of sexual prowess, Everglow has something approaching a leaderboard of sorts. Who is at the top... well that's a bit of irrelevant information for you, since poor little you have been stuck in a room for the past week; and positively stuffed full of slow-acting aphrodisiacs. Since what's the point of having a tie-breaker, if the deciding dick is unable to get it up? Thus, by the time you are dragged out of your temporary prison, you are more than eager to meet Everglow; and to say your manhood was as well would be an understatement. You are then shoved into a room, only to find yourself facing the idols you have already spilled much seed for; except now they are naked in fact as well as imagination. Everglow coo and nod in approval at the sight of you, your cock so rigid it is nearly vertical.

Eager to begin, EU quickly explains the rules to you, one minute inside of each girl, then after that you can fuck who you please, but you have to switch to another girl after another minute. The idol who claimed your seed would be the winner, and would get a sizable number of points added to their score. Then with a sleazy smile she announces that she would get to go first, since she was still the leader after all. Ignoring the annoyed groans of her group-members, EU welcomes you inside of her with a smile; every inch of your cock somehow fitting inside of her petite frame. She pulls you on top of her, pressing you down as she whispers absolutely filthy things in your ear, promising all sorts of depraved rewards if you would only just cum... But you do not, and you leave EU pouting as you move on to Onda. Who is the complete opposite of EU, simpering adorably as you she urges you to be gentle with her, saccharine sweet as she urges you to relax and creampie her 'virgin' cunt. But Onda is unable to make you finish, so you get passed onto Yiren. Who is as uninterested in you as Onda was over-attentive, blandly ignoring the fact that your manhood was currently pushing past her belly-button as she examines her fingers. Perhaps her bored attitude would have drained you on some other day, but instead she is left with an unfiled pussy.

You then get to enjoy the untender treatment of Aisha, who insists that you fuck her ass as hard as you can. Spanking your ass to spur you on, she cheerfully informs you in sultry tones over the loud slap of your balls against her asshole, that you could be as rough with her as you'd like... Unfortunately for Aisha however, your load remains unmilked, allowing Mia to take over next. Who is fairly calm and composed as you thrust away between her thighs, cupping your cheek with encouragement. Mia will gladly let you do anything to her, no matter how kinky, so long as you just relax and... Switch to Sihyeon, who if anything seems a bit flustered to find a stranger balls deep inside of her pussy. Her endearing squeaks heighten your lust to a surprising degree, her genuine excitement of your coupling scratching an urge you didn't even know you had. With a mighty groan, you empty your balls inside of Sihyeon, her legs instinctively wrapping tight around you as she squeals in surprise. She holds you tight against her, as the heat of your orgasm fades and your member shrinks out into the stuffy air with a wet pop.

It's difficult to hear what the other members of Everglow are saying over the pounding of blood in your ears, but judging by their tone they are not entirely pleased with this outcome. Sihyeon lets out a startled moan as squelching noises come from behind you as the girls examine the scene.

"Wait, so that's it?" "Ugh, he came so fast!" "Did he like, cum cum though or just leak a lot?" "No he finished, holy fuck that's a fat load" "I'm kind of happy he didn't jizz inside of me now..."

You are distracted by Everglow's chatter by the gentle pushing from Sihyeon, still getting squished by your body weight. You stagger up off of her, helped along by the unkind hauling of the other girls. Beaming with barely contained joy, Sihyeon wiggles to her feet, her pussy belching your load down her thighs as she hurriedly throws a shift over her nude form. EU glares daggers at you as she pokes the tablet, updating the scores; a cheerful celebratory noise sounds from it as it announces the winner. Doing a little dance, Sihyeon hurries out of the room after giving you a quick peck on the cheek; as the new leader, it's her job to make nice with the VIPs. Meanwhile, you... get shoved onto the floor by an irate Yiren, who pins you easily with a leg on your chest. Her lips curl into a snarl as she drags her foot down your torso before toeing your still obvious erection. Yiren's eyes glimmer as you shudder from her prodding, evidently you are still extremely sensitive from your recent orgasm; so, punishment then.

"I sincerely hope you don't enjoy this, because your worthless meat caused me to lose," Yiren calmly explains as she orients your twitching cock skywards before sitting on it. You writhe at the over-stimulation, your manhood burning with sensations as Yiren's premium cunt abuses it, "Useless scum, you could have spent yourself inside of me, but no, instead you busted inside of fucking Sihyeon. Those VIPs would have been slobbering over a well-bred lady like myself, I would have had them eating out of my hand..." Yiren continues her monotonous riding, uncaring about your own pleasure as she adroitly grinds on it to maximize the pressure on her g-spot. Her eyes narrow as she notices your building excitement however, and she reacts accordingly, contemptuously slapping your balls to halt their rise, "No. you don't get to finish until I say so, evidently you are in need of training if you can barely last a minute inside of a woman." Yiren's calculated abuse only serves to arouse you even more though, and soon she is forced to hold on to your balls as pre-cum starts leak inside of her. Now thoroughly annoyed, she stops trying to contain your growing orgasm and simply seeks to ruin it. Yiren plants herself firmly against your crotch, unmoving as your balls finally empty themselves inside of that imperious bitch's pussy. You moan piteously though at the lack of pleasure, your member greedy for more stimulation yet unable to find it as Yiren makes sure that your cock is unable to move an inch. She wears a triumphant smirk as she slowly unmounts you, allowing your surprisingly rigid dick to flop out of her as she rises, "Disgusting, I feel bloated from all of your worthless semen; allow me to return it." With that, Yiren stoops slightly, straining as she does her best to force out every last drop of your cum. Your load leaks out onto your crotch, splattering messily across your cock as she rhythmically cleans herself out to the best of her abilities. With all that pushing however, is it any wonder that Yiren accidentally begins to piss on you? She lets out a disbelieving chuckle at first, but soon warms to the idea and smugly empties her bladder onto you as a gesture of disdain. Know your place, worm.

EU observes all this with barely disguised arousal, indiscreetly fingering herself as Yiren stalks away with her head held high. EU slithers over to you, arresting your attempt to get up by throwing herself atop of you; writhing in the puddle Yiren left. She is of course, vocal about her disgust at you forcing her to engage in such a deviant act, "You filthy pervert, how dare you haul me over your piss-covered body! I bet you're going to force me to clean off and ride your disgusting dick too!" With her lame excuse proclaimed, she confidently wiggles down your body and begins slurping on your manhood, forcing it to arise once more under her distressing attentions. After cleaning Yiren's piss and juices off of your cock, she scrambles to line it up with the damp lips of her pussy. But this pervert still has a trick up her sleeve, as she starts to squat on you, her hips suddenly rock forward, and you find your dick forcing its way into her barely lubricated asshole before you can stop her. EU Shrieks with pain, "Oh you brute! You forced your fat cock into my poor asshole, how could you!" Whereupon she squirts messily all over your crotch, her fingers going into overdrive as they churn the cum out of her. And this was just the start... EU rides you for what seems like an hour, haphazardly bouncing about as she squirts and squeals; even pausing to add her own piss to the messy puddle drenching your torso. Getting slathered with her stinking piss is the final straw for you however, your dick giving into the foul sensations enveloping you and rewarding EU with your seed. She howls as she feels your cum spew into your asshole, spasming as she sticks her tongue out and drools like some cheap hentai character; gurgling disgusting comments about how your semen feels inside of her guts.

Evidently not too put out by her loss of position, EU then retires from the room, leaving a stinking trail of liquid behind her as she hobbles out. Onda and Mia soon follow, grumbling between themselves as they leave; evidently searching for fresher meat to work their frustrations out upon. Which just leaves Aisha, who helps you to your feet before casually rubbing your still attentive manhood, "My offer still stands you know," she informs you with a sultry growl. Aisha bends over, spreading her cheeks in welcome as you grasp her hips.

"Don't hold back, I want this to hurt..."

[dailysabinasmuts]

Aisha luxuriates on the pool chair, opening her long legs wide for you, her pussy gaping in welcome. So you fill it with your sweaty meat, her sopping folds devouring your cock with sordid ease. Loud slapping noises echo around the pool as you plow Aisha's cunt with abandon... 😩

[aliyahwritings]

THE CONTRACTED HEART — Rafe Cameron (10)

MASTERLIST | Basketball Player & Supermodel!Female Reader

Summary: Rafe Cameron, a basketball star, needs a marriage to fix his image, while Model!Reader needs one for citizenship. They may be the perfect solution for each other.

Warnings: smut, descriptions of violence, jealousy, usage of drugs, talks about body image/ed, angst, and lots of bickering. Reader is confident, a people-pleaser, has a traumatic past, and is a sunshine with an attitude. Rafe is a whore, possessive, cocky, and secretive about his past.

Word Count: 8.7k

Aliyah's Notes: another long chapter!!!! had a bit of an issue with this chapter. didn't know where to go, and how to finish it but i'm pretty satisfied with the ending... hope y'all will feel that way too #scared

You were going to throw up.

It was 6 in the morning, and your apartment was filled with a pre-party energy—Aisha fluttering around checking final details, making sure everything was perfect for you. But for you, the weight of the day felt unbearable. The engagement party was only a few hours away, and you were supposed to feel excited, but instead, all you could feel was anxiety.

You stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at your reflection as the fabric of your saree clung to your skin. It was a beautiful one—pale yellow with blue hues, simple, elegant. But as you looked at yourself, all you saw were flaws. Your stomach, the slight curve of your hips, your arms felt weird. Every inch of you felt exposed, like you were wearing your insecurities on display for the world to see. The saree that was supposed to make you feel confident now felt like a prison, the tightness around your chest suffocating you.

You tugged at the fabric, your fingers trembling as your heart raced in your chest. “I don’t know, Aish,” you said, your voice faltering. “I just… I don’t think I can do this.”

Aisha, who had been running around your place, stopped and turned to you with a frown, concern written all over her face. “Y/N, you look perfect. Rafe is going to love it, I swear. You look incredible, seriously.”

But her words didn’t reach you. They never did. They didn’t fix the sinking feeling in your stomach, the pit that had been growing since you woke up. You didn’t feel incredible. You felt like a mess. Like a lie. You felt like you didn’t belong in this world of glitz and glamour, not when the weight of your own past was pressing down on you.

You turned back to the mirror, avoiding her gaze, and exhaled shakily. “It’s not about Rafe,” you said, barely above a whisper, as if the words were too heavy to say aloud. “It’s… it’s everything. Everyone.”

She didn’t speak at first, but you could hear her footsteps approach slowly, her presence gentle and calm as she stood beside you. “What do you mean?”

“They’re not here,” you murmured, swallowing back the lump in your throat. “My family—they haven’t been here. They don’t care.”

The words slipped out before you could stop them, and so did the tears running down your face. You quickly wiped them away, trying to maintain some sort of control, but it was useless. The reality of it all hit you like a tidal wave.

Aisah’s expression softened, and she placed a hand on your shoulder. “Look, I know it’s tough, but you left for a reason. They treated you like an animal—you were nothing to them and look at you now. You have everything you want, you’re surrounded by people who love you, and you’re engaged to an amazing guy.”

“But you don’t get it,” your voice broke. “I haven’t spoken to them in years, Aisha. I haven’t heard from them since… you know… My Amma and Appa… they’ve never cared to fix what happened. And now they’re not here for this huge moment. They’re not here for me. And I just feel… I feel like none of this matters without them.”

You could feel the tightness in your chest grow, a heavy weight pressing down on your chest. Every time you thought about them—your parents, your siblings—it felt like the world was falling apart again. All the years of silence, the anger, the bitterness, the feeling of being abandoned… it was all still there, festering under the surface. You couldn’t help but wonder if you were always going to feel like the outsider, the one who wasn’t good enough for their love.

Aisha watched you quietly for a moment before speaking again, her voice softer. “Y/N, I know this isn’t easy. But this isn’t about your family. This is about you and the life you’re building. You’re so much more than your past, and tonight you get to shine. You’re not doing this for them. You’re doing it for you.”

You closed your eyes, letting her words sink in. You still feel the weight of it all, but as Aisha gave you one last reassuring look, you felt a small spark of resolve. Maybe you didn’t feel perfect. Maybe you never would. But tonight, you would step into this new chapter of your life, for you, and not for anyone else.

“You’re right,” you whispered, putting on a fake-ish smile. “Let me get over this. There’s too much to do today.”

The hours before the engagement party moved in a blur of preparations, but the nerves clung to you like an unwelcome guest. After Aisha helped you steady yourself, you dove into the checklist for the day, hoping to lose your anxieties in the bustle. Your hairdresser and makeup artist arrived promptly, transforming your apartment into a whirlwind of brushes, palettes, and fabric draping.

Despite the chaos, you couldn’t help but glance at your phone every few minutes, the screen lighting up teasingly with messages from Rafe. He’d been training all morning, but somehow still found the time to send you a steady stream of texts.

Rafe: Do you think this party will have snacks? Asking for a hungry basketball player.

You: There’s a buffet, Rafe. You’ll survive.

Rafe: Buffet doesn’t count. I want something good, like that thing you brought over the other day.

You: If you’re fishing for more biryani, the answer is no.

Rafe: Wow, first you take my penthouse, now you refuse me food? This marriage is starting off rocky.

You: This marriage hasn’t even started yet.

The exchange brought a smile to your lips despite yourself. He had this way of teasing that felt like a lifeline at the moment.

“Are you blushing?” Aisha teased from where she was meticulously laying out your jewelry.

“What? No,” you said, far too quickly. “Why would I even be blushing? You’re nuts… absolutely… absolutely nuts…”

“Oh my fucking God! You are!” she said with a grin, leaning in to glance at your phone. You pulled it away before she could peek at the screen, but the damage was done. “God, it’s so cute how he makes you smile like that.”

“You’re actually insane,” you mumbled, heat creeping up your neck.

She only laughed, clearly enjoying herself. “Denial is a river in Egypt, babe.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop your lips from twitching into a small grin. Rafe sent another message.

Rafe: So, what are you wearing?

You hesitated for a moment before replying.

You: Why? Thinking of copying my outfit?

Rafe: Maybe. But only if it’s good.

You: It’s a saree. Pale yellow with blue embroidery.

Rafe: Does it have one of those drapey things?

You: Yes, Cameron. That’s literally what makes it a saree!!!

Rafe: Got it. Drapey thing = saree. Send me a picture.

You didn’t respond, setting your phone down and pretending to focus on your makeup.

“Your husband?” Aisha asked, noticing your sudden quiet.

“Future husband,” you corrected with a finger up. “And obviously.”

“What’d he say?”

“He wants a picture.”

“Send him one. He’ll probably lose his mind. And let’s be real—you could use the ego boost.”

You shook your head, laughing despite yourself. Aisha wasn’t wrong. The way Rafe looked at you sometimes—or even texted you—had a way of making you feel like you were the most important person in the room. 

The hairdresser finished with your slicked half-up half-down hairstyle. Aisha brought over the jewelry: delicate gold bangles, matching earrings, and a necklace that felt heavy against your collarbones.

“Perfect,” Aisha said, stepping back to admire the finished look.

You glanced at your reflection in the mirror. The saree hugged you gracefully, the embroidery catching the light with every movement. The makeup brought a glow to your skin, and the hair framed your face perfectly. For the first time all day, you felt... good. 

Before you could overthink it, you picked up your phone and snapped a quick selfie—just enough to show the saree and the soft smile playing on your lips.

You: Fine. Here.

The reply came almost instantly.

Rafe: ...You’re killing me here.

Your heart skipped a beat at the simplicity of the words.

Rafe: Thank you brown people for existing, and making you. Rafe: Truly humanity owes them. Rafe: Forget the engagement party. Let’s just elope.

You laughed out loud, shaking your head.

You: Not happening. See you tonight.

His response made your stomach flutter in the strangest way.

Rafe: Can’t wait to become your fiancé, sweetheart.

The car rolled to a stop in front of the venue, its soft hum fading into the gentle buzz of the world outside. Through the tinted windows, you could see flashes of light—camera shutters capturing every moment like hunters seeking prey. The glow spilling from the venue, golden and inviting, felt overwhelming, almost oppressive. It danced off the grand arches of the villa, the soft flicker of string lights crisscrossing the courtyard casting a magical glow on the scene.

For a moment, you sat frozen, your fingers clutching the delicate fabric of your saree. It was meant to represent happiness, a tie to your heritage that should have brought you pride. But tonight, it felt more like a shackle, reminding you of the pieces of yourself you’d lost along the way.

“You okay?” Aisha’s voice came softly from beside you, laced with the familiar tone of concern that only she could carry so effortlessly. She looked radiant in her pale pink dress.

“Yeah… I… I’m fine,” you replied, the lie clumsy on your tongue.

Aisha raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced but deciding to let it slide. The car door opened, and she stepped out first, her head held high as though she didn’t care about anything—and knowing Aisha, she probably really didn’t care. When she turned to offer you her hand, her expression softened—a silent gesture of reassurance. You took it hesitantly, forcing your legs to carry you out of the car.

The cool evening air brushed against your skin, but it wasn’t enough to soothe the heat in your chest. Cameras clicked relentlessly, their flashes a blinding assault as the whispers began to ripple through the crowd.

“She’s a bit late.”

“She looks beautiful.”

“Why didn’t Rafe escort her out?”

“What is she wearing?”

Each word clawed at you, threatening to unravel the carefully constructed image you wore like an armor. You kept your head down, focusing on the rhythmic click of your heels against the gravel path as you made your way toward the villa’s entrance. The towering structure loomed over you, its ivy-draped walls and ornate carvings reminiscent of a bygone era. The cascading floral arrangements, all in deep crimson and soft pink hues.

Everything added to the suffocating pressure weighing on your chest.

Inside, the air buzzed with laughter and conversation as guests began to fill the sprawling garden. Long tables stretched across the courtyard, their surfaces glimmering with candles and vases bursting with fresh blooms. Everything was picturesque, perfect. Yet, all you could feel was a rising sense of dread.

“I need a minute,” you whispered to Aisha, not waiting for her reply before walking rapidly inside the villa.

You navigated the winding hallways with purpose, your steps quick but unsteady. You needed to escape—to find a quiet corner where the world’s eyes couldn’t follow, where you could let the overwhelming storm inside you settle, even just for a moment. The getting-ready room—it was the perfect refuge, a place to breathe and gather yourself before you faced the crowd again.

But as you rounded the corner, your steps faltered.

Rafe was there.

He leaned against the doorframe with an ease that felt infuriatingly effortless, his hands tucked casually into the pockets of his tailored white suit. The soft lighting played tricks with the lines of his face, his tousled hair looking as if it had been styled by the wind itself. The open collar of his shirt gave him an air of nonchalance that made him seem untouchable—except for the flicker of something warm in his eyes as he met your gaze.

“You planning to bolt already?” he teased, a crooked smile playing on his lips. His voice, low and smooth, carried the same blend of humor and arrogance that had always annoyed you.

You stopped, caught off guard. “What are you doing here?” you asked, your voice sharper than you intended.

Rafe pushed off the doorframe, taking a slow step toward you. “Waiting for you,” he said, his gaze dragging deliberately over your saree. His smile deepened as his eyes met yours again. “You look beau—”

“Rafe, I can’t do this,” you blurted, your voice trembling as the words spilled out before you could stop them.

The smile faded from his face, replaced by an expression of concern. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“Everything,” you said, your voice breaking. “The people, the cameras, the party—it’s all too much.”

Rafe’s brow furrowed as he stepped closer, his movements slow, deliberate. “You’ve done this a hundred times before,” he said softly. “What’s different now?”

You hesitated. “It’s not important,” you muttered, hoping he’d let it go. 

But Rafe wasn’t one to back down easily.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice steady but insistent. “Talk to me.”

You sighed, the lump in your throat growing heavier. “It’s stupid, okay? I’m just… I’m not used to this.”

“That’s not true.”

Your jaw tightened, and you looked away, your voice dropping to a whisper. “They’re not here.”

“Who?”

The question made you flinch, but you kept your response measured, your tone distant. “No one. It doesn’t matter.”

Rafe stepped closer, his presence grounding but not invasive. “It matters if it’s upsetting you.”

“It’s just… my family. We’re not close anymore, okay? And moments like this just remind me of that. But it’s fine. Whatever.”

His eyes softened, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say more. The details of your fractured relationship with your parents, the abuse, the years of silence—it wasn’t something you wanted to unpack here, not with him. You hated being this exposed, hated feeling so small under the weight of it all.

Rafe’s expression shifted, the concern in his eyes deepening. Slowly, he reached out, his hand brushing against your arm. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice steady but kind. “Look at me.”

“I can’t,” you shook your head, refusing. “You won’t understand.”

“Then help me,” he urged, his hand still resting lightly on your arm. “Talk to me.”

The lump in your throat grew, the words threatening to choke you. “I left them,” you started. “But I had a reason. I couldn’t continue living there. We were poor, so poor, Rafe. Some days we were barely fed and barely had a roof over our heads,” your voice trembled, and you forced yourself to not close your eyes to not relieve that part of your life. “They forced me to se—” but you stopped yourself. Not ready to admit it to Rafe. “—whatever. I just don’t feel like I belong anywhere.”

His jaw tightened, his grip on your arm firming slightly. For a moment, he said nothing, his blue eyes scanning your face as if trying to piece together the fractures you’d worked so hard to hide. Then, quietly, he spoke.

“You belong here,” he said firmly, his voice steady. “With me. Tonight, this party, all of it—it’s for us. And I don’t care who’s not here, because I’m here, okay? You worked hard to get where you are, and you can’t let your past, or anyone, ruin it for you.”

His words hit you like a tidal wave, the sincerity in his voice cutting through the fog of your doubt. Slowly, he reached for your hand, his fingers curling around yours with a warmth that steadied you.

You walked back toward the door, Rafe’s hand lightly resting against your back, guiding you through the villa. As you stepped into the bustling courtyard, the noise of the party hit you again—the sound of laughter, the clinking of glasses, the faint hum of music. It was impossible to escape the energy, the pressure of eyes watching.

You took a deep breath, trying to center yourself. Tonight wasn’t going to be easy, but you’d already survived the worst of it. With Rafe by your side, you could handle whatever came next.

The first person you spotted was Nina, her smile bright and easy as she chatted with a few guests by the drink station. She caught sight of you and waved, excusing herself from the conversation. Her dress—an elegant gold one—flattered her frame as she approached.

“You two disappeared for a while,” Nina said with a teasing glint in her eyes, though there was a hint of concern there, too. “Everything okay?”

“Uh, yeah, don’t worry. Everything’s perfect,” you waved your hands to not worry her. “By the way, Rafe, this is Nina Ramos—my agent and my second mother.”

He extended his hand with a charming grin. “Nice to meet you,” he said smoothly. “YN’s been telling me a lot about you.”

Liar.

Nina took his hand, her sharp eyes flicking between the two of you. “Has she now? All good I hope,” and you nodded instantly. “Well, this party is important and beautiful. Maybe all your overthinking served you well—you look absolutely perfect, honey. You too, Rafe.”

“Thanks,” you blushed at her compliment.

Rafe smirked. “She does look perfect, doesn’t she?”

You gave him a playful look, your lips curling into a reluctant smile at his compliment. 

“I’ll leave you two to it,” she said, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “But it was great meeting you, Rafe Cameron.”

“Likewise,” he replied, and with one last smile, Nina disappeared back into the crowd.

As soon as she was out of earshot, you turned to Rafe with a small smile. “She’s a good friend of mine,” you said softly. “You’ll like her.”

Rafe gave you a raised eyebrow. “She seems cool. I can see why you’re friends.”

Before you could respond, the sound of laughter caught your attention, and you spotted Aisha, her arm linked with a tall, broad-shouldered man. Her husband, Ishan—someone you hadn’t seen in a while. You had to blink to fully register the change in him, but the warmth in your chest was undeniable. 

Without thinking, you broke into a smile and made your way toward them, Rafe following behind.

As soon as Aisha spotted you, her face lit up with recognition. “Look who decided to surprise you,” she smiled, her voice higher because of how excited she was.

You immediately wrapped your arms around her husband, stepping into a hug. He chuckled, holding you tightly as he returned the embrace. “I’ve missed you,” you said, squeezing him as he laughed.

Ishan was like an older brother to you. He’d been there through some of the toughest times in your life, and his easy going nature always managed to bring you a sense of peace. His deep laugh and the familiarity of his embrace were exactly what you needed.

“I’ve missed you too, behen,” he said. “I come back to New York and I’m being told you’re getting married to Rafe Cameron. Imagine my surprise when Aisha told me.”

You pulled back from the embrace and laughed awkwardly. “Ah, yes, Rafe… Surprise, surprise, right?” 

Ishan furrowed his brows but you moved your hands. “I can’t really believe it… It’s really happening…”

“No, no! It’s not like—uh, well, okay, it is, but it’s like…” you turned your head to find Rafe behind Aisha making a cross with his hands. “I love it. He’s so, so, so funny and charming—and very committed, you know…”

“Uh huh, I see,” Ishan nodded and laughed at how weird you were being. “Can’t believe he’s gonna marry a loser like y—”

“So, you’re actually here. It’s been too long—how’s Switzerland?” you interrupted, and he sent you a look because he hated when you did that. “Sorry… but how is it? Did you climb every mountain and, like, yodel on top of a glacier?”

He chuckled a little and shook his head. “No, no yodelling, but I did eat tons of chocolate. I bought some for you too.” You did not even have time to reply to him that he extended a hand toward Rafe, his tone both warm and challenging. “So, you’re the infamous Rafe Cameron. My wife gave me a run-down on you. Some good things… and some questionable ones.”

"Your wife? Wait, who’s your wife?" Rafe asked, his confusion evident.

Oh, crap. You totally forgot to explain the whole family tree situation. Rookie mistake.

Aisha sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes as she raised her hand. "I’m the wife, genius. Seriously, YN—did you not tell him?"

"I’m sorry!" You blurted, cringing. "It completely slipped my mind. It’s just so normal to me that I didn’t even think to—"

Rafe interrupted you, and took Ishan’s hand in his. His smirk disarming but his handshake firm. “Well, I hope the good outweighed the questionable.”

“Debatable,” Ishan replied with a shrug. “But I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt… at least until you give me a reason not to.”

You felt a knot in your stomach as you glanced between the two. Ishan wasn’t being hostile, but his protectiveness had always been intense, like that of an older brother who wasn’t afraid to test the waters.

Rafe, to his credit, didn’t back down. His smirk deepened slightly, and he shrugged with an air of playful confidence. “Fair enough. I’ll do my best not to disappoint.”

“I’d hope so,” Ishan said lightly, though the undertone was clear. His gaze softened as it flicked toward you, his voice gentler now. “You’ve got a good one here. Don’t mess it up.”

“Trust me, I know how lucky I am,” Rafe replied, glancing at you with an expression so sincere it caught you off guard.

The words made your chest tighten in a way you weren’t prepared for, a warmth spreading through you despite the nervous energy still bubbling beneath the surface.

Aisha rolled her eyes, slapping her husband’s chest. “Alright, alright, that’s enough intimidation for one night. Let’s get some drinks, baby.”

Ishan laughed, ruffling Aisha’s hair affectionately before turning to you. “If he gives you any trouble, you know where to find me, behen.”

You grinned at the familiar term of endearment, feeling a wave of gratitude for his presence. “Yup!”

With a wink, they both disappeared into the crowd, leaving you and Rafe standing together.

The second they were out of earshot, Rafe let out a dramatic sigh, running a hand through his hair. “So, is everyone in your life this protective, or is it just me getting the special treatment?”

You smirked, crossing your arms. “What can I say? People care about me. Better get used to it.”

“Noted,” Rafe said, his voice dripping with mock seriousness. “I’ll add it to the ever-growing list of things to keep in mind when dealing with your very... passionate circle of people.”

An awkward silence stretched between us as you scanned the guests arriving. You recognized a few—Aisha’s mom, aunts, and cousins, mingling with Nina’s friends and siblings. You couldn't help but wonder if your wedding would be filled with people who didn’t really know you either.

Rafe stepped closer, standing next to you, and flashed a playful grin. "So, Ishan… he’s your… older brother, right?" He asked, clearly trying to figure out the family dynamic.

You turned to him with a soft laugh, shaking my head. "No, not my brother," you said, before pausing for a moment, trying to find the right words. "Okay, let me explain." You drew in a deep breath, gathering your thoughts. "Ishan’s more like the brother I never had—well, I do have brothers, but when I left home, I hadn’t really connected with them. But then I came to the U.S. and met Aisha, and Ishan just sort of stepped into that role. We’ve been through everything together—good, bad, you name it. He’s always had my back. No blood relation, but he might as well be."

Rafe’s expression softened as he absorbed that, nodding. “Sounds like he’s a pretty solid guy.”

“He really is,” you smiled, warmth creeping into your voice. “He and Aisha have always had my back, and they’ve been together for years now. They make a great team.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” he said, grinning. “He’s got that same intimidating vibe as she does. You can practically feel it.”

You laughed, nodding in agreement. “Exactly! Aisha and I used to joke about it. She always said, if I needed someone to scare off a date, I’d just call Ishan. Aisha’s got that sharp edge, and Ishan? He’s got the muscles.”

“I can definitely see that…” he said with a thoughtful nod before asking, “So, what kind of dynamic do you think we have?”

You shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze for a moment as the question hung in the air. “Uh, well…” You cleared your throat. “I mean, we’re… we’re like, uh, a work in progress? Yeah, that sounds right. Like one of those ‘under construction’ signs, you know? A little chaotic…?” You laughed nervously, rubbing the back of your neck.

Rafe raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Chaotic? Really? You’re gonna call us chaotic?”

“Yeah, well, have you met you?” You shot back, crossing your arms. “You’re like a walking disaster zone.”

He laughed, leaning back. “Oh, I’m a disaster? You’re the one who keeps on throwing shade. For no reason at all.”

“That’s because you don’t know how to mind your own business,” you snapped, the words biting as you shrugged nonchalantly. “You’re the one getting all up in my space with your weird questions.”

“I’m not asking weird questions,” he shot back, his voice rising to match the sharpness of yours. “And do you seriously think we’re chaotic?”

You gave him a side-eye, arms crossed tightly over your chest. “Chaotic is an understatement, Cameron. We’re a disaster—with a capital D.”

He laughed, the sound low and amused, as though he didn’t take you seriously. “Oh really? You’re one to talk. You practically live for the drama.”

“Me? I live for drama?” You scoffed, pivoting fully to face him now, hands planted firmly on your hips as you let your eyes travel up and down him in a mixture of disbelief and annoyance. “You’re the definition of drama. You can’t even breathe without making everything about you.”

His lips curled into a grin, the kind that made your stomach twist in a way you refused to acknowledge. “You’re so easy to rile up.”

“You’re a jackass,” you muttered, shaking your head, every fiber of your being wanting to push him away—but not sure if you meant physically or emotionally.

He leaned in slightly, as if to throw another jibe your way, but instead, his eyes gleamed with mischief. “I think you’re just mad because I’m better at this than you.”

Your eyes narrowed, and you closed the distance between you, but the move was more impulsive than you intended. You instantly regretted it, realizing just how close you were to him now, the heat from his body practically radiating against yours. You swallowed, trying to mask the effect it had on you. “Better at what? Being a complete asshole?” Your voice wavered with a sharpness that betrayed how much it bothered you. “Yeah, Rafe, you’re a pro at that.”

He leaned in even closer, and this time, his grin wasn’t just playful—it was dangerous. “You love it,” he murmured, voice dropping an octave, making your heart skip a beat.

You didn’t flinch. Instead, you rolled your eyes, trying to keep control of the situation. “Oh, fuck off. The only thing I like is when you finally shut up.” You crossed your arms tighter, trying to distance yourself emotionally, but it was hard to ignore the proximity between you two, the tension hanging thick in the air.

He was close now, too close, and it was suffocating in the most unsettling way. His breath was warm against your skin, the space between you closing so much that you could almost taste the words on his lips before they even came. 

“Is that so?” His voice was low, teasing, his grin widening as his gaze dropped to your lips, lingering there just long enough to make you feel it.

You couldn’t help it—you gulped, the way he was looking at you making your pulse race, something deep inside you stirring against the cold front you were trying so hard to put up. “Yeah, that so,” you managed, but your voice had a tremor to it now, and you hated yourself for it.

He smiled, the kind of smile that could make you want to punch him and kiss him all at once. “Well, in that case,” he said, the words dragging as he leaned even closer, his breath ghosting over your ear, “I’m just gonna keep talking.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried enough weight to send a shiver down your spine.

You couldn’t tell if you wanted to scream at him or kiss him.

You could feel his presence pressing in on you, the heat between you two almost unbearable, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe. The world outside of him seemed to vanish, the hum of the city, the weight of your thoughts, everything melting away until there was only the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. You knew you should pull away, should say something, anything, to break this tension, but the words wouldn’t come.

He watched you closely, his eyes locked onto yours, a hint of something unreadable flickering there—something playful, something dangerous, maybe both.

“You look like you’re about to say something,” he said, his voice thick with amusement.

You opened your mouth, trying to push past the lump in your throat, but it felt like the words were stuck. Instead, you just looked at him—really looked at him for the first time in what felt like forever. He was close, too close, but in that moment, it felt impossible to back away. He made you feel things you didn’t want to feel, things that you didn’t understand.

“I don’t wanna say anything,” you muttered, the words slipping out as a mix of frustration and something you refused to acknowledge.

“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow, that devilish smirk curling on his lips.

You forced yourself to meet his gaze, but you didn’t say a word. You simply nodded, lips pressed together in a thin line, trying to hold onto some semblance of control.

He closed the gap between you, leaning in with deliberate slowness. You could feel the heat of his body inching closer, the soft scent of his cologne filling your senses, until his lips barely brushed against your cheek. The kiss was featherlight, teasing—infuriatingly so. It was enough to make your stomach twist with desire, but you refused to let it show. You wanted to press your thighs together, to feel that familiar ache between your legs, but you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he was affecting you.

“Well, I have something to say,” his voice was low, rich with satisfaction as he lingered just inches from your skin. “I think… You’re not as immune to me as you like to pretend.”

The words sent a jolt through your chest, but you shook your head, pulling your hands up to his chest, your fingers pressing into the fabric of his shirt, then gliding slowly to his neck, tracing the line of his jaw before resting at the back of it. You felt his pulse under your fingertips, and your breath hitched.

“I don’t… I don’t pretend,” you said, your voice quieter, but the frustration bubbling underneath was unmistakable. “You’re just an idiot,” you continued, pressing your palms harder into his skin. “And so fucking frustrating.”

He let out a dark chuckle, the sound dripping with arrogance. “Look at you.” His hand reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face, his thumb grazing your cheek. “You’re getting all worked up. You want this, don’t you? I can see it. You’re practically begging me to fuck you right now with those eyes. Is that what you want, baby?”

Every nerve in your body screamed yes. You could feel your pulse racing, your skin burning as his words settled deep inside you. The ache between your legs was undeniable now, but your mind fought back. Your heart was pounding in your ears, screaming no. You couldn't let yourself fall for this again. You remembered the last time—the cold distance after everything had gotten too real, the way he’d pulled away, leaving you shattered. You couldn’t be left like that again. 

But then, the look on his face—those sharp eyes, glimmering with something dangerous. He looked so good, so fucking good, in that white suit that fit him like a second skin. The way it molded to his chest, the tightness around his biceps, made your breath catch in your throat. You couldn’t help it. You wanted to touch him, feel the strength of his muscles under your fingers, wanted to bite at his neck, press your lips to the smooth skin there and feel him shudder beneath you.

God, it was maddening. You hated how he made you feel so out of control, how every inch of him seemed to draw you in. Your body was betraying you, and you hated it.

But what about him? Did he feel the same pull? Did he burn for you the way you did for him, or was this just another game for him to play, another conquest to add to his long list? The uncertainty gnawed at you.

Rafe’s eyes never left you as you fought to suppress the desire stirring within you. But he knew it. He could see it in the way your breath hitched, in the way you couldn’t stop your hands from brushing against him, testing the limits, even as you pretended to resist. 

But something shifted in him. He straightened, his posture changing, the smug grin slipping ever so slightly as his gaze flickered to the entrance of the party.

It wasn’t just any glance—it was sharp, instinctive. He’d caught sight of someone familiar, someone whose presence immediately shifted the air in the room.

You followed his line of sight, your chest tightening as you noticed who it was: The Cameron family. Sarah, Wheezie, Rose, and Ward. Their arrival had a different weight, one that Rafe clearly felt deep in his bones. You saw the way his jaw clenched, the way his eyes darkened for just a moment, before he quickly masked it with a flash of that signature cocky smile.

Ward, tall and imposing in his crisp suit, moved with the sort of authority that always seemed to follow him. Rose, on his arm, was more subdued but equally elegant, her gaze sharp as she surveyed the crowd, clearly scanning for something or someone. Their eyes met Rafe’s across the room, and the tension in his body was palpable.

His hand, which had been resting lightly at your waist, now tightened, fingers pressing into the fabric of your dress in a way that made you wonder if he even noticed. But you noticed him. You noticed the subtle shift in his demeanor, the way he suddenly seemed aware of every movement, every gesture, every word spoken around him.

He cleared his throat, stepping back slightly from you, though his body remained rigid, still keeping you close. “I think my parents just walked in,” he said quietly, as though speaking more to himself than to you, but the edge in his voice was unmistakable.

You looked at him, the reality of the situation settling in. His family—his father, especially—was here, and suddenly everything felt different. The air seemed heavier. The playful banter between you both had shifted into something more guarded, more calculated.

“Yeah, I noticed,” you whispered.

Rafe took a slow breath, his eyes never leaving his parents as they moved further into the room, exchanging greetings with guests. He didn’t speak immediately, as if preparing himself for whatever role he was about to play in front of them. His jaw clenched again, but he quickly forced a smile back onto his face, turning to you.

“Let’s go say hello, yeah?” His voice was smoother now, though you could still sense the unease beneath the surface. It was almost like he was pulling back, retreating into the version of himself he showed them—controlled, perfect, everything his father demanded of him. “Is that okay with you?”

No.

You nodded, feeling the weight of his tension on your shoulders, but you followed him. The closer you got to his family, the more you could feel the pressure build. Rafe's movements were more deliberate now, like he was preparing to play his part in the family drama. You couldn’t help but notice how differently he held himself around them—like a man who knew he would never measure up, no matter how much he tried.

Rafe paused just before reaching them, throwing you a look that was both apologetic and protective. It was as if, for just a moment, he needed you to understand how much this moment mattered. But you weren’t sure if it was about impressing them or surviving the encounter with his family’s expectations. Whatever it was, you could feel it thick in the air, something unspoken but undeniable.

Rafe’s steps slowed as you reached his father, Ward. He was a towering figure, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, his presence seemingly taking over the entire space. Rose, his stepmother, stood slightly behind him, elegant and poised, her eyes a sharp contrast to Ward’s cool and calculating demeanor.

Rafe stopped just short of them, his hand still on your waist, but his stance had subtly shifted—he was guarded, unsure, like he was ready to retreat if the need arose.

“Dad,” Rafe greeted, his voice smooth but lacking its usual confidence. His posture was just a little too stiff, as if waiting for the inevitable judgment that would come with every interaction.

Ward's gaze lingered on Rafe for a beat longer than normal before he acknowledged him, his tone clipped. “Rafe,” he said, the smile on his face barely noticeable, more a polite curve of the lips than anything genuine. “You’re looking well.”

The words hung in the air, but they didn’t carry any warmth. It was a statement of fact rather than praise, and it made your skin prickle. You could feel Rafe tense beside you, his fingers tightening just a little, but he didn’t let it show. Instead, he gave a small, practiced smile and nodded. “Thanks, Dad.”

You remained silent for a moment, unsure of where to fit in, but Sarah, ever the warm presence, was the first to step forward. She flashed you a grin, her eyes already lighting up with recognition. “Hey, YN!” she said enthusiastically, her voice a welcome contrast to the tension in the air. "So good to see you again!"

"Hi, Sarah," you responded, your smile easing a little, feeling comforted by her energy. "It’s good to see you too."

She pulled you into a friendly hug, and you found yourself relaxing into it. Sarah had this easygoing charm about her, a lightness that made you forget the weight of the room for a moment. She was everything Rafe wasn’t—effortlessly kind, bubbly, and generous with her affection.

“Wheezie and I were just talking about you,” Sarah added, and you turned to find a petite, younger girl standing a few feet away.

Wheezie’s face lit up when she caught your gaze. “Hi. I’m Wheezie. It’s cool to meet you.”

You smiled at her. “Hi, Wheezie. I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you too.”

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, clearly nervous. “You’re a model, right? That’s so cool. I’ve seen your pictures in Vogue!”

You blinked in surprise, warmth spreading in your chest. “You have?”

“Yeah!” Wheezie nodded enthusiastically. “You’re so pretty, and your outfits are amazing. How did you even start doing that?”

Her genuine curiosity was disarming, and for a moment, you forgot the tension hanging in the air. You leaned slightly closer, your smile becoming more natural. “It’s a long story, but I’ll tell you sometime if you want.”

Wheezie’s face lit up. “Really? That’d be awesome.”

Rafe, who had been watching the interaction silently, finally spoke up, his voice tinged with amusement. “Wheezie, you’re gonna scare her off.”

Wheezie flushed, but she grinned up at her brother. “I’m just being friendly.”

“She’s fine,” you said quickly, shooting Wheezie a reassuring smile. “It’s nice to meet someone who’s actually interested in what I do.”

Rose cleared her throat, interrupting the light moment. “Oh, we’re interested in you, dear,” she said, her tone honeyed but with an edge of condescension. “Rafe’s been so secretive about you, it’s about time we got to know you better.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you apologized with a polite smile. “I’m here now, though.”

“Yes, you are,” Ward interjected, his gaze narrowing slightly. “Rafe mentioned your career. It must be… demanding.”

You nodded carefully. “It can be, but I enjoy it. I’ve worked hard to get where I am.”

Ward tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “And maintaining that image must be just as hard. I imagine you have to watch every calorie to stay in shape for your work. Must be exhausting.”

The words hit you like a sharp slap, your chest tightening as old insecurities clawed their way to the surface. You forced a neutral smile, but your nails dug into the palm of your hand to keep steady. “It’s part of the job,” you replied carefully, your voice steady despite the storm brewing inside you.

Rose waved a dismissive hand, her eyes flitting over you in a way that felt equally invasive. “Don’t listen to him, honey. You look perfectly healthy to me. Honestly, I’d kill to have your body.”

Her words were meant as a compliment, but they were worse than his. “Thank you,” you murmured, your voice quieter now.

Rafe stiffened beside you, his hand tightening slightly on your waist. “Alright, that’s enough,” he said, his tone firm, a warning laced beneath the words.

But Ward ignored him, his attention still on you. “We’re not saying anything wrong. She does look healthy… in a sickly way.” His smile was thin, and though the words were spoken lightly, there was an edge to them.

You forced another smile, but your composure was slipping. The weight of their attention, the veiled comments, the subtle dissection of your body—it was too much.

“I’m sorry,” you said abruptly, stepping back slightly. “Excuse me for a moment.”

The moment you stepped into the bathroom, the world outside seemed to dissolve. The faint hum of voices from the gathering became muffled as you locked the door and leaned against it, your chest heaving. You clutched your stomach, the ache inside more emotional than physical, as Ward’s and Rose’s comments echoed in your mind.

Your reflection in the mirror stared back, unkind and unforgiving. You pressed your trembling hands against the sink, breathing shallowly as the familiar sensation of panic crept up your throat.

No matter how far you thought you’d come, it was always there — lurking in the shadows, waiting for a moment of vulnerability. Your stomach churned violently, the pressure too much. You barely made it to the toilet before the wave overtook you.

Kneeling on the cold tile, you hated yourself for this relapse. Your body trembled as tears stung your eyes, the shame wrapping around you like a suffocating blanket. You knew better. Yet here you were, undone by a handful of careless words.

The door suddenly creaked open. Panic seized you as you tried to compose yourself, but it was too late.

“YN?” Rafe’s voice was low and tentative, laced with worry. He must’ve picked the lock.

You froze, your back to him, trying to will him away. “Go away, Rafe.”

He didn’t. Instead, he stepped inside, shutting the door softly behind him.

You heard the scuff of his shoes as he approached, but you couldn’t bring yourself to turn around. “Please,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “Just leave me alone.”

But then he was kneeling beside you, his presence warm and steady despite the storm raging inside you. His hand gently touched your back, and you flinched, but he didn’t pull away.

“I’m here,” he said simply, his tone quiet but firm. He reached out, gathering your hair and pulling it away from your face with a tenderness that made your heart ache. “You don’t have to say anything. Just let me help.”

The knot in your throat tightened, and a sob escaped before you could stop it. You covered your face with your hands, shaking your head. “I’m so pathetic,” you choked out, tears streaming down your cheeks. “I promised myself I’d never do this again. I’ve tried so hard to move on, to be better. But it’s always there. It’s always waiting for me to fail.”

He paused, his hand stilling for a moment before he spoke. “You’re not failing,” he said, his voice softer now. “You’re human. You’ve been through a lot, and you’re still standing. That’s not failing, YN. That’s surviving.”

His words hit you harder than you expected, and you finally turned to look at him. His blue eyes were fixed on you, full of a mix of anger and concern—not at you, but for you. He reached up, brushing a tear from your cheek with a gentleness that nearly broke you.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked carefully.

You hesitated, your walls instinctively rising. But something about the way he looked at you—without judgment, without pity—made you feel safe enough to let them down.

“It’s… it’s complicated,” you began, your voice shaky. “I’ve struggled with this for a long time. Since I was a teenager. Modeling didn’t cause it, but it made it worse. Everyone always has something to say about my body—it’s too thin, it’s too big, it’s never enough.” you swallowed hard, your throat burning. “And tonight… your dad, Rose… they just hit a nerve.”

Rafe’s jaw tightened, and you could see the anger flickering in his eyes. But he didn’t interrupt, letting you speak at your own pace.

“I thought I was past it,” you admitted, your voice breaking. “But it never really goes away. It just… quiets down. Until something like this happens.”

Rafe nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. “I get it,” he said, surprising you. “Not in the same way, but I get it. The pressure, the expectations. Feeling like no matter what you do, it’s never enough.”

You stared at him, the rawness in his voice catching you off guard.

“I’m sorry for that,” you whispered, fresh tears spilling over. “And for what you saw.”

“Don’t apologize,” Rafe said firmly, his hand finding yours and squeezing gently. “You don’t have to apologize. Not to me. Not to anyone.”

His words cracked something open inside you, and the sobs came harder now, wracking your body. Rafe didn’t hesitate. He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as you cried into his chest.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice steady and soothing. “I’ve got you. I promise.”

After what felt like an eternity, your tears began to subside. You pulled back slightly, embarrassed by the mess you’d made of his shirt. “Sorry,” you mumbled, wiping at your face.

Rafe chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Don’t be. This shirt was ugly anyway.”

The small attempt at humor made you smile, even if it was faint. He stood, helping you to your feet, his hand steadying you as you wavered.

“You okay?” he asked, his gaze searching for yours.

You nodded, though you weren’t entirely sure. “I just… need a minute. Is that okay?”

Rafe hesitated, clearly reluctant to leave you alone. But after a moment, he nodded. “Alright… Take all the time you need. I’ll be right outside.”

As he stepped toward the door, you felt a pang of guilt. “Rafe?”

He turned back, his expression softening.

“Thank you,” you said quietly. “For… this.”

His lips curved into a small smile. “Don’t mention it.”

“Are you serious right now?” Rafe’s voice was sharp, cutting through the murmur of conversation like a knife. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Rafe—” Ward started, but his son didn’t let him finish.

“No, you listen to me,” he snapped, his anger palpable. “If you ever talk to her like that, we’re done. I mean it.”

Your heart stopped, and you moved closer, careful to stay out of sight.

“Rafe, calm down,” Rose’s voice said, her tone exasperated.

“No,” Rafe snapped. “I’m not calming down. Do you have any idea what you just did? What your comments did to her?”

There was a beat of silence before Ward spoke, his tone dismissive. “It was just a harmless observation. She’s a grown woman. She can handle it.”

“Harmless?” Rafe’s voice rose, trembling with fury. “You don’t know the first thing about her, and you sure as hell don’t get to say shit like that to her ever again.”

“Rafe—”

“No,” he cut Ward off, his voice firm and unyielding. “You don’t get to do this. Not to her. If you can’t show her some respect for once in your life, then don’t bother talking to her at all.”

The room fell silent, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.

Your chest tightened, a swell of emotions rising as you listened to him defend you with such ferocity. For all his cocky bravado and sarcastic quips, Rafe had just shown you a side of himself you hadn’t expected.

A side that cared.

A side that would fight for you.

You stepped back, went back to the bathroom, giving him space to finish the conversation. But as you stood there, a small, genuine smile broke across your face.

When Rafe returned to the bathroom, his shoulders were tense, but his eyes softened when they landed on you. “Hey,” he said quietly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

“Hey,” you echoed, your voice trembling slightly.

“I’m sorry if I took too long,” he said, sitting beside you on the floor. “I had to take care of some—.”

“I heard you,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

“You heard me?” his brows furrowed. “Heard what?”

“What you said. To them. Ward and Rose.”

“Oh…” his eyes widened. “I’m sorry if you think I stepped a line. It just really pissed me off what they said about you and thought that if you were going to see them again, they should know their li—”

“You don’t need to apologize, Cameron,” you interrupted, a quiet laugh slipping past your lips, the sound easing the tension in his shoulders. “Thank you, though…”

His gaze softened, and for a moment, it felt like the world outside the room fell away. “Of course.”

He stood and extended a hand to you, palm open and steady. You hesitated for the briefest moment, not because you didn’t want to take it but because the gesture felt like more than it was. When your hand slipped into his, his fingers closed around yours.

You stood, brushing invisible creases from your saree and adjusting the edges with nervous precision. Rafe’s eyes lingered on you, watching the delicate way your fingers moved, the subtle rise and fall of your shoulders as you steadied yourself.

When you glanced up at him, offering a soft, grateful smile, something in his chest tightened, and he knew he was done for.

“Okay, let’s do this,” you said, your voice stronger now.

He nodded, but as you turned toward the door, he couldn’t stop himself from saying it, even if you wouldn’t hear it. “You’re worth it,” he whispered, the words low and raw, like they’d been pulled straight from his heart.

He stood there, hand still tingling from where yours had been, a storm of emotions churning inside him. His mind raced, his heart pounded, and every inch of him felt consumed by something he wasn’t ready to name.

chapter eleven.

[linopls]

kinktober day one

choking jeongin x fem!reader summary: jeongin really missed you while on tour warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, 18+, choking, degradation, mirror sex 0.4k words

“that’s it, good girl, taking my cock like that,” jeongin grunts as he fucks into you at an animalistic pace.

jeongin has you on all fours on one of the hotel beds, or had you on all fours. at some point he grabbed both your hands and pulled them behind your back, this left you with your face buried in the pillow, muffling the moans and cries pouring from your mouth. 

stray kids was on tour and you decided to visit him when they stopped in your hometown. when jeongin saw you backstage, he almost bent you over his dressing room vanity and fucked you right there. he dragged you home from the after party early and jumped your bones before the hotel door could close. 

“i missed you so fucking much,” he says between thrusts. you whine in response.

you had lost all control of your body, all you could feel was pleasure. whimpering to every dirty sentence that came out of his mouth because you’d lost the ability to speak, tears flooding down your face because you had never felt this good in your life. 

you feel jeongin let go of one of your wrists and he snakes his hand down your back and onto your shoulder. he pulls you up so that your back is against his front. when your eyes adjust, you can see both you and jeongin in one of the hotel mirrors. your makeup smeared all over your face and jeongin smirking while he slowly moves his hand to below your neck.

you whimper out when he finally wraps his slender fingers around the base of your neck, as he slowly tightens his grip on your neck, your eyes roll back in your head and you can hear jeongin chuckle in your ear.

he moves his hand that’s not around your neck and slowly trails his fingers down to your clit. you moan loudly in response and jeongin tightens the grip around your neck ever so slightly. you can still breathe and speak, but the act of it sends shivers down your spine.

“that’s it, my good sweet girl,” jeongin moans into your ear. 

“g-gonna-,” you start but jeongin cuts you off by squeezing your throat, cutting your air off. 

“go ahead, pretty girl, cum all over my cock.” he groans.

you eyes go wide and you’re no longer able to speak, tears stream down your face as your release hits. jeongin is quick to follow and releases his hand from your neck and wraps his arm around your torso. he continues to fuck both of you through your orgasms as he places soft kisses on your now bruised neck. 

jeongin pulls out slowly, you whine at the empty feeling. he helps you under the duvet and cuddles up next to you. he continues to leave soft kisses on your bruised neck as you fall fast asleep.

jeongin hands.

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[marahuyomae]

This reminds me of my book Mixed Protest... in a way...

characters: hanma shūji, female reader (ft. kisaki tetta)

contents: mild dubcon, manipulation, past csa, trauma dumping, age gap (20+ years), vaginal sex, hurt/comfort vibe, probably ooc hanma but i do not care. not proof read lol

wc: 7.2k

"will you be fine on your own tonight?"

you shouldn't have said yes.

but, no—you wanted to be all mature and collected like, "dad, i'm nineteen now; i'll be fine by myself," when you're already sobbing into a pillow not even an hour after he left. your nails tear at the skin of your breasts so hard blood is drawn, screaming as if anyone could hear you from the top floor penthouse. fuck, if it wasn't for your empty stomach, you're sure you would have thrown up twice by now, instead of dry heaving so hard that you choke on air. 

it's dramatic, it's grotesque; this is the worst it's been, but even then, it's just milder on other nights. 

will this ever change?

i mean, it's been years and you don't even remember what exactly happened that night, but for some god forsaken reason, it still lingers. it's in the scent of your room, in the phantom hands groping your body, in the position you lay in, in the thoughts of intimacy you fear, in the arms of your loved ones—it's everywhere, and you can't escape, no matter what you do. 

what can you even do? 

with your dad's line of work, therapy isn't exactly an option, but even then, how are you supposed to talk to someone about how disgusting you feel when you don't know exactly what happened? you've tried it already and it doesn't seem to work, albeit kisaki tetta isn't exactly the best person to go to for anything emotional, but if not with your dad, what friends do you even have to go to? you haven't been able to let people into your life after what happened.

that fact makes tonight so much harder.

even if your father is emotionally unavailable, him simply being in the house with you is enough to keep your worst thoughts at bay. he sleeps with a loaded gun by his bed, so the possibility of someone breaking in and doing those things to you again is gone. he can't fix what happened, but your dad still makes you feel safe; that's been enough for you in these past few years.

but tonight is the first night he isn't here with you—well, when he had business to attend to during the night, he would at least wait around for you to fall asleep first, but this is the first time he's abandoned you so early; it's scary. the thoughts you've been able to ignore with him around now rear their ugly heads, and it's so scary. thoughts telling you to tear all your skin off so you don't have to feel the hands touching you, thoughts telling you to mutilate your vagina so you don't have to worry about someone forcing themself inside you ever again, thoughts telling you to nose dive off the balcony so you don't have to think about any of this anymore; god, they're terrifying.

you need an escape from them—no, you just want an escape; what you actually need is someone, anyone to be here with you to make you feel safe for tonight because you know there is no escape. because, at the end of the day, the only thing even close to an escape you have is what little bit of security someone can provide you. at the end of the day, there's nothing you can do to prevent you from losing it all.

at the end of the day, things never change.

so, you call up the only other contact on your phone other than your dad's, and pray he isn't working tonight

—

the buzz of the intercom scares you, even though you've been sitting in wait for the past hour for it to ring; you press on the button and tell the man on the ground floor to come on up, voice shaky. i mean, you can't be blamed for being nervous, right? sure, you know him, but you've never actually spent time with him alone—besides the fact that he's way older than you and hanging out with him by yourself would be weird, he just doesn't seem to care all that much about you.

but, if that was the case, then why would he show up tonight? is it because your dad isn't here this time?

oh god. was he waiting to get you alone so he could rape you and not get in trouble with his boss? waiting for the perfect opportunity to threaten you into not saying a word about the way he's going to toy with your body? your bedrooms don't have security cameras, so he wouldn't get caught that way either.

oh no.

no. no. no. no. not again.

even if he got caught, he's been friends with your dad for so long; it would be so easy for him to find a way to convince him that having sex was your idea. i mean, you're the one who called him over in the first place.

this was a bad idea. this was a horrible idea.

should you grab a knife from the kitchen? no, that wouldn't work; he has so many years of experience on you, especially in fights. he'd just rip the knife out of your hands, and then bend you over the nearest surface, ignoring as you scream for him to stop. or he might just pull out a gun on you, if you try to attack him. he'll push the nozzle against your cranium and tell you to get on your knees, and then, while you're sobbing, you'll have to—

"hey, sorry i took so long," hanma yawns, as he walks through the doors of the elevator. his presence snaps you out of your paranoia immediately.

what were you even thinking? hanma wouldn't do something like that; he's always been nice to you whenever you saw him. just because he's a gang member, that doesn't automatically mean he doesn't care about anyone or that he only wants to hurt you—you're just letting your nerves get the better of you. hell, that's the reason you called him over tonight.

you need to calm down, especially evident when hanma asks, "you okay? you're shaking a bit there, kid."

breathe in for four, hold for seven, breathe out for eight, and then repeat.

deep breaths go in and out of your lungs for about a minute before you finally turn to face hanma, who leans over you with his arms folded utop the backrest of the couch. you didn't take him as the patient type, but you're more than grateful that he isn't forcing you to rush a reaction. "i'm… hanging in there," you answer him, forcing a smile. he rubs your shoulder in what seems like a poor attempt to comfort, before he hops over the couch to sit down next to you; his touch and closeness make you tense up, but you try to ignore it by talking to him. "u-um, thank you for coming over… you, uh, really didn't have to, b-but i appreciate it—like a lot."

he lets out a small laugh before rubbing your shoulder again—you really don't like it. "no problem, girlie; i mean, kisaki would probably off me if i didn't tend to his baby when she needed it," he comments, lifting his hand off you to grab the remote. another deep breath escapes your lungs the second his hand is off you, which grabs hanma's attention. you mumble an apology, but he only sets the remote back down and turns to face you. "but, y'know, i didn't just come over because of kisaki; you sounded pretty horrible over the phone—crying and stuff like that." hanma reaches for you again, but this time, he grabs your hand instead of your shoulder; it's better, but you still don't feel comfortable with him touching you exactly. "is there anything you want to talk about, sweetheart?" though, you're especially uncomfortable with the newfound nickname he has for you.

still though, you feel like you would have recognized any malicious intent he would have had by now, and you haven't; he genuinely just seems concerned for you. i mean, he didn't have to come over, nor did he have to ask about anything—you even told him on the phone that you didn't care if he just wanted to go to sleep the minute he got here, and that all you needed from him was to stay the night with you.

yet, here he is, offering you some place to vent. offering you something you haven't had a chance to really do.

offering something that you need.

maybe hanma is what you've wanted this whole time.

maybe he can make things change.

sure, it might be odd to pour out all your trauma onto your dad's friend of all people, but he's here. hanma is here and cares enough to listen, which is what you've needed. with no access to mental health care, no friends, and no way to explain this correctly to your dad, hanma is the first person you have the chance to talk to properly about this.

you may not be the closest with him, but you trust him enough. and above all else, you want something to finally change.

you need this.

"can… can i get personal with you, hanma? i-if you don't mind…" you mumble, heart beating out of your chest as you prepare yourself for this conversation.

his eyebrows raise in surprise, but then a lighthearted smirk follows it up soon after. "of course; whatever you need," he confirms, which relieves some of the weight on your chest. but, still, you're not comfortable enough to talk yet.

you swallow your breath before questioning, "would you mind if i lie down while i talk?" to which he laughs and tells you that you didn't need to ask, but you felt it appropriate, as you decided to rest your head on his lap. thankfully, he didn't seem to mind that, nor does he seem bothered by how you maneuver your hand around so that you're grabbing his hand back—it starts to become comforting when it's mutual, and even though this is all a bit intimate, laying on hanma's lap and holding his hand makes you feel like nothing bad is going to happen.

it feels safe; something that you didn't think you'd feel with another person ever again.

but as you try to find a place to start talking, fragmented memories push to the front of your mind, and they make you want to scream. they're all incomprehensible, blurry images, and yet you want to run away and hide. all you can make out of your memories are the pain you felt, the blurry image of someone on top of you, and how much you cried—god, you might actually vomit if you linger on this too long, but you need to push through it. you're the only one who can make this change.

but even if it's all up to you, you're not alone; you're reminded of this when hanma squeezes your hand to comfort you, your struggle with racking your memories together visible to him. you look up to him, where he gives you a smile, and it helps you calm back down. you squeeze his hand back, take in a deep breath, and then close your eyes.

he's not a therapist, he's not your dad; you don't need to give an accurate account of what happened for him to believe you. just say what you think happened as it comes to mind. 

don't think about it too much.

the deep breath you had just taken escapes through your nose before you start with, "i-i… think it happened when i was twelve…" you could've been thirteen too, though. did your birthday pass yet? you're not sure; all you remember is that you were in your first year of middle school. "dad had… some sort of party that night, i-i'm pretty sure…" you continue, but you think you might be making that part up. you know for sure that it happened at your house, but no clue about what was going on that day; though, it just makes sense that there were other people over, so a party will have to be the scene. "and… u-um… i was… i was in my bed…" that you remember the clearest; it's why you sleep on the couch most nights.

though, to hanma, it was clear you remembered that in particular because of the tears you didn't know were threatening to stream down your face. his thumb smooths over your knuckles to calm you down, as he tells you, "hey, i get what you're talking about now; you don't have to continue."

but you don't process his words—you can't; hanma's reassurance won't cut through the incomplete memories filling up your mind, even though you wish it would. "i-i just… i don't… i-i don't know w-who… how do i-i not know who d-did it…" you pry your hand away from hanma's so you can wrap your arms around your knees, curling yourself up into a fetal position; it's not as comforting as you wish it was—there never is comfort. "it-it… was… it hurt, s-so much… a-and… th-there was so much b-blood on my sheets the next morning, a-and i don't think i could even s-stand up either… b-but i—"

as your sobs start to make your rambling even harder to listen to, hanma sits you up to pull you into a hug, and while you want to peel all of your skin off at the feeling of another person touching you intimately, you grip onto him like a vice. his body pressed up against yours, encasing you—it does honestly make you feel sick, but you're too scared to let go at this point because, "d-dad didn't believe me, s-so i… i haven't told anyone else… a-and i've been s-s-so scared and alone…"

hanma seems to freeze for a second before pulling back, seemingly to say something, but you don't even consider that; you pull him back towards you hastily, face buried in his abdomen. "please! p-please don't go… i-i don't want to b-be… alone…" your panic quickly starts delving into desperation with each sob, leaving hanma left to pet your head like an animal to comfort you. "i-i just… i want it to stop… i want things t-to change… i'm so… s-so sick and tired of being sc-scared and… and mi-miserable over something i-i don't remember… i want it to s-stop… p-please make it stop…"  even though you know hanma can't do anything other than listen, you still beg with him incoherently until your tears start to dry up.

…which then leads to embarrassment once you come to your senses. 

and god, now that you can think a bit clearly, what have you been doing? convincing yourself that hanma could help you, trauma dumping onto your dad's friend, forcing him to comfort you, pleading with him to do something—who does that? you know it was a spur of the moment thing, but seriously, it's ridiculous. you feel ridiculous. i mean, you're supposed to be an adult for fucks sake, yet here you are, trying to make someone to take responsibilty over your unresolved problems like a child.

you'd probably break down again at the realization that you've never been able to actually mature since that day, if not for hanma's patient reassurance keeping you grounded—"are you feeling a bit better now after letting it all out, sweetheart?"

you nod your head and pull back from him, a shiver running up your spine when you're no longer touching; it's relieving, but at the same time, it leaves you feeling worse than before. though, you ignore it because, above all else, you really need to apologize to hanma. your hands come up to rub your eyes and wipe away all the snot and tears, while you tell the man, "i-i'm so, so sorry that you had to deal with that… i know you can't do anything, a-and i shouldn't have made you comfort me…" however, he dismisses your apology, telling you that you have nothing to be sorry for and that he would've already abandoned you if it was too much for him to handle. which does admittedly make you feel a bit better, if not a little surprised by his bluntness, but you still can't shake the awkwardness of the situation.

so, you mutter, "...um, w-well, thank you f-for putting up with me anyways…" after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence. "y-you don't have to stay any longer, if you don't w-want to…" you offer him, even though you're really unsure if you can be left alone with your thoughts right now; though, you'd feel bad if you made him do anything else for you.

he's already done enough.

and yet—"well, i wouldn't feel too great leaving right after you had a breakdown"—he's still so generous to you.

but in all honesty, you feel… kind of weird, at this point.

i mean, of course you appreciate him being here, but you don't know what he's getting out of this; you're not sure why he would practically babysit his boss' daughter without some kind of incentive. sure, it could be out of the kindness of his heart, but things feel off, now that you're no longer blinded by your meltdown.

and as if to validate this weird feeling you have, hanma drops on you, "by the way, now that you've calmed down, i actually think i know how to help you move past this trauma of yours a bit."

this revelation of his makes you tense up. yeah, you've wanted help for so long, but there's something in the calmness of his voice and the smile on his face that makes you think it isn't the help you want. hell, you're already gotten what you wanted: someone to listen to you.

then, it finally dawns upon you that it isn't that hanma has done enough; it's that you don't want him to do anymore.

yet—"i think you would benefit from having sex; y'know, where you actually have control this time"—he's still trying to help.

and now the source of your unease is viscerally clear.

you know what you just heard him say; the idea itself makes you want to vomit, but knowing that he's suggesting you have sex with him, is something completely different.

something worse.

but you don't want to come off rude, after what he's done for you. "u-um… i-i-i don't know about t-that…" you mumble, scooching away from him ever so slightly, only for hanma to grab your hand. you jump at the contact and debate running upstairs into your dad's room to hide, but instead, you try to calm down, telling hanma, "i-i know you… you, uh… m-mean well… but i don't think i'm, um… ready for t-that yet. i-i mean, this is the first time i-i've even talked to someone ab-about this! it would be weird to—"

"haven't you been waiting years for things to get better?" hanma interrupts, his words cutting through you like a knife and stabbing you in the heart of the issue. i mean, of course you want to get better, but what he's getting at is that you don't know how to get better because of how long you suffered for—and he would be right.

in retrospect, you imagined your recovery to be something instantaneous; you get this dwelling pain off your chest to someone, and then you'll miracuously get better. but here you are after telling someone what happened, knowing that if he left right now that you'd be at your worst. you know opening up about this was just the first step, and you know you have to be willing to step out of your comfort zone of suffering to get better.

you know hanma's proposal is the only option on the table right now.

but you also know that you're not okay with this.

however, your hand still in his grasp, hanma stands and drags you up with him. "listen, i know this is all probably scary to you, but trust me, i only want to help," he starts, as he leads you to the stairs. your feet are moving on their own to follow him, but your heart is beating out of your chest; you were worried about him coming over just to violate you, and that's really about to happen isn't it? 

but as if he could read your thoughts, hanma reassures you, "i mean, i don't exactly want to sleep with someone under half my age, let alone my boss' daughter, either, but like i said, you'd benefit from having consensual sex." and even though you're still uncomfortable, his comment does relieve your initial fear—that this is something he wanted to do to you. and to cement that relief, he confirms with you, "and i'd prefer you have sex with someone you know and trust. you do trust me, right?"

that's all there is to it.

you really need to stop thinking the worst of a situation

"yes, i do…" you mumble an answer, noticing he had stopped in his ascent up the stairs to hear from you. hanma gives you a smile in response, before pausing once again once he reaches the top of the steps; he asks you which room you want to use. instinctively, you were going to say your dad's room, but that's… weird. and besides that, you have to face this—all of it. "um… m-my room is the one at the end of the hall…" you say while pointing at the door, to which hanma responds accordingly.

this is okay.

you'll be okay.

when you walk into your room, you feel fine. i mean, you spend most of your time here—you just have trouble sleeping in your bed; that's all the issue is, so it's great that you're going to get past that too, after…

after you're all tired out from…

"go ahead and get comfy," hanma tells you, to which you oblige as if you were on autopilot. you hesitantly lie down face up, as you try to relax yourself.

you don't remember the last time you've laid in your bed; realistically, it couldn't have been that long, right? but then again, all you really do is sit at your desk all day, so maybe it has been a while. hell, you remember laying on your floor more than your bed; so, maybe that's why the feeling of your comforter engulfing you in warmth is so foreign. and, now that you think about it, the softness of your pillows feels like something you forgotten as well—

the shifting of weight on the bed snaps you out of your head.

now's not the time to get distracted.

even though your skin is crawling at the sight of hanma sitting at the foot of your bed, you can't retreat into your own head; it would probably be worse for you anyway. 

i mean, it always starts with the little things—like your bed. but then, you start thinking about how you used to lay on your stomach when you were younger, and how you couldn't sleep without cuddling a pillow. then, there's a gap in your memories that always leads to you thinking about the pain you felt. the blood you bled. the tears you cried. the cum that was inside—

hanma's hands rest on top of your knees, and for the first time since you laid down, you're aware of your existence. you didn't even realize that you were sitting up, legs locked together, arms wrapped around yourself.

god, you need to stop thinking so much.

you need to focus.

but that's so hard of a task to do when—"do you want me to take off your clothes for you? it's up to you."—you don't want to be here right now.

you just need to remind yourself that this will help. this is for your betterment.

"i-i can do it myself, but um… do i have to t-take off all of it?" you ask confused, being that this is your first time doing this. much to your relief though, hanma assures you that you can do whatever you want; you call the shots tonight. which… does make you feel more confident in this, but—"well, y-you know, um… i don't really know what i'm doing, so-so, uh… maybe you… y-you should just…"

hanma lifts his hands off your knees and pushes you back down against the mattress as gently as possible, explaining to you, "just tell me to stop whenever you need." you're glad he understood what you were getting at, but the embarrassment of it all is the least of your concerns now that his hands are on your hips.

it takes all your willpower not to kick him as his thumbs finger the waistband of both your shorts and your underwear, but you still end up doing it; thankfully, it was more so just a shove than a full blown kick, and hanma seems fine with it, as he respectfully backs away in response. "l-like i said, i-i can do it… s-sorry, should have, um, been m-more clear…" you apologize, to which hanma only nods his head unfazed. thank god he's patient with you.

though, how much is his patience even helping? your hands tremble as they reach down to replace hanma's to nervously tug off your bottom wear, and it's still uncomfortable. the way hanma diligently watches you strip is uncomfortable. the cool air hitting your naked pussy is uncomfortable. telling hanma, "y-you can… uh… go ahead… i-i guess…" is uncomfortable.

no matter how good hanma is to you, you're still so uncomfortable.

and it doesn't help that he has to forcefully pry your legs apart to get access to your cunt, even though that's more so your fault. but once he does, you can only stare up at the ceiling and take deep, methodical breaths—don't freak out. if you can't get past the discomfort, then the least you can do right now is not panic, even though you already feel like screaming at just the touch of hanma fingers.

you cement your feet into your mattress and clench your jaw shut to the point it hurts, as he spreads your lips apart with his index and ring fingers. his middle runs up and down your folds, with you getting more nauseous every time he makes contact with your clit, but then he suddenly dips the whole finger inside of you without warning, causing you to let out an almost grotesque squeal; you immediately apologize, even though you didn't even do anything—even though you're actually kind of pissed that he did that.

it was his fault, and hanma knows that, especially telling by his laugh as he pulls his finger out of you. to your surprise, his finger is covered in slick; i guess being at war with your body for so many years has made you unaware of how it reacts because he didn't really do anything that turned you on. in fact, you are still pretty sick at just the idea of doing this, let alone actually going through with it.

or so you thought, until hanma's tongue lapped up all your juices left on his finger and what little that started sliding down his "sin" hand.

i mean, you always thought he was an attractive man, but him doing something so… erotic makes you feel so many emotions. another layer of nausea gets added on at the fact that he's so unfazed about tasting you, maybe even into it, but you're not any better—you can feel heat rising in your cheeks, and you can't even take your eyes off him, until he opens his mouth.

"sorry, sorry; i know i shouldn't be too playful with you," he apologizes, which makes you let out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding on. his apology relieves you of a bit of tension, and it results in a smile from hanma. "i just wanted to make sure you wouldn't freak out when i actually went down on you, and i mean—you didn't panic all that much when i shoved my fingers in you, so guess i'm in the clear," he explains, before he finds his place back in between your legs.

you don't understand his methods, nor do you really want to; he seems like he knows what he's doing, so you'll just go along with it. besides, you figured he has plenty of experience just by looking at him, so who are you to say anything to begin with? i mean, regardless of what his intentions were doing… all of that, hanma managed to pull your attention away from what's going on, and that helps you calm down for a bit. hell, you don't even react when his tongue glides up your slit

well, not immediately, at least.

your breath hitches when the tip of his tongue reaches your clit, and it all suddenly comes crashing back down. the vision of an attractive man between your legs was what was keeping your mind elsewhere, but an actual touch whiplashes you back into sobriety.

back into the reality of what's happening.

and the nausea settles back tenfold.

albeit, there's also a churning in your lower abdomen as he sucks on your clit which could very well be the brunt of how sick you suddenly feel, but regardless, you think you might actually vomit the more you stay in your head. just grappling with the fact that this is happening—that your dad's friend is going to fuck you—is hard enough, let alone actually being touched like this after so long of fearing it. it's just… too much to handle, especially when hanma's fingers find their way back inside of you.

you need to tell him to stop; he said he would if you did.

but when you open your mouth to say something, his long, slender fingers reach a sensitive spot inside you that you didn't even know existed, and all that comes out is a whiny moan. 

it's supposed to feel good, but the closer he pushes you to finishing, your body starts remembering how it felt the first time you came. 

when you were forced to.

when you were so young that it happened maybe weeks after you just started puberty.

when your body didn't know how to respond to what was happening.

your body still doesn't know how to responds

your legs are over hanma's shoulders, so you end up slamming your foot down onto his back to make him stop. you don't even realize you did that until he removes himself from you. he looks pissed with you, and you are too.

you're so pathetic.

but, as always, hanma reassures you, "alright, alright—i'm sorry. we can stop now, if that's what you want," even if his tone sounds a bit annoyed. he wipes his mouth and chin of your slick, before attempting to get up.

but you wrap your arms around him before he can get off the bed. "n-no…" you plead, and he looks back at you confused.

you're going to tough it out. you're going to change.

even if you're scared. even if your body won't like it. even if you think it's weird to do this with hanma. 

even if you don't want to.

"no, i-i'm sorry, hanma… i should've just said something…" you apologize, your voice sounding choked up as you fight off the urge to cry. he turns around to you and reaches to give you a hug, but you grab his hands and look him in the eyes. "l-look, i just… i-i don't think i can handle, um… too much… so, c-can we just, like… uh…" 

you're not really an adult; saying what you want outright embarrasses you, and you can't deal with anything sexual without feeling bashful. you're a nineteen year old child who needs an adult to walk you through this, and hanma knows that. "you wanna skip the foreplay, right?" he confirms with you, to which you shyly nod your head. he chuckles in response, "that's fine by me; i just wanted to make sure i didn't go in dry—it's your real first time, y'know?" before crawling over you to lay down on the bed.

you turn around to face him, confused as to why he's the one laying down, but he answers your question before you can even ask it. "listen, i know you said you wanted me to do all the work, but you don't tell me anything—and, to be honest, i don't wanna get kicked again," he explains with a bit of lingering annoyance in his tone, as he reaches for something in his pocket. you want to apologize for that again, but he interrupts you by tossing a condom onto your lap, then continuing, "so, instead, how about you be on top and go at your own pace, sweetheart?"

it's not a suggestion; he's already tugging his sweats down his thighs so he can pull out his dick, and you're suddenly way more nervous than you were before. i mean, you don't know what you were expecting, but he's big—way too big for you, at least.

you really didn't want this time to hurt too.

but before you have the chance to retreat back into your mind, hanma points at your hands, and you remember that you're holding a condom. "oh! u-um… uh…" why would he hand this to the inexperienced one here? "m-my hands… they're, uh, s-sweaty, so could you, like, d-do it?"

hanma rolls his eyes—you think it's in jest, or at least, you hope he isn't actually anymore annoyed—and snatches the condom out of your hands; he opens it and rolls it down onto his length faster than you can even prepare yourself for this. "it's your turn now, for real," he comments, carelessly tossing the opened wrapper somewhere into the darkness of your room.

despite what you had hoped, you can tell his patience is running thin—it's most noticeably in his deadpan expression. there's no sight of that reassuring smile he has been giving you all night when he orders you to do your part, and not to mention his mannerisms are slowly getting more aggressive. and as if to prove his growing impatience, he grabs your fidgeting hands and pulls you towards him, placing them flat onto his chest.

if you weren't reluctant before, then you sure as hell are now. maybe even scared a little.

but you said you were going to tough this out, didn't you?

so, you follow hanma's lead and toss one of your legs over him, balancing yourself on his chest; this results in a soft smile from him, and a weight feels like it's been lifted off your shoulders at the sight of it. your hesitation was annoying him, but he isn't actually mad, even adding a proud "attagirl" with his grin—guess that's one thing out of the way.

the real daunting issue at hand, however, presents itself as hanma helping position his tip at your entrance, where you're supposed to lower yourself down now. just the thought is making your heart race and a cold chill go up your spine, and it doesn't help that you can feel what you think is precum sticking onto your folds now mixed with the cool air; it all just feels… so uncomfortable. so wrong.

just a little more left, though. you're so close—you can't bail out now.

you take the deepest breath you can muster and screw your eyelids shut, before slowly lowering your hips, and for the first few centimeters, you had thought you were overthinking things—but then, just one centimeter deeper, you felt a certain sting you had forgotten.

and with it, you heard a little girl cry.

your heart stops for a moment, your eyes shoot open. you don't think you can breathe. the pain was only fleeting, the pain wasn't even an issue, but you feel like you're dying. 

no.

that little girl is the one who feels like she's dying right now—not you. her pain is never ending, and she always drags you into her suffering; it's why you've been in this hell for years.

every night, you're forced to hear her cry, and it makes you sick. baring that little girl's agony with her tears you apart; it's been ruining you

and right now is no different, except for the fact that you're trying to ignore her.

you grit your teeth and squint your eyes tight to the point you think you're going to hurt yourself, while forcing your hips down until the full length is inside of you. however, your efforts of drowning out the little girl's sobs are in vain because she starts to scream at the feeling of you getting stretched out. you only thought it was a bit uncomfortable, but she's making you feel so much worse.

and, "you're doing great, sweetheart," hanma isn't making anything better either. honestly, you forgot he was even here; you only took notice of him talking because his hands have found a place on your hips, and it's making her scream more. you don't even take the time to move them off, though—you just want to get through this.

but when you finally start to move, she starts begging you to stop, and you can only respond by bouncing your hips faster than you can handle.

it's awful.

you hate everything about this.

the crying, the discomfort of something inside you, the screaming, the thumping against your cervix, the pleading, the tightness building in your lower abdomen.

why did you agree to this?

a hand comes up to your face to wipe the tears that you didn't even realize were coming from your eyes. "hey, i told you we can stop whenever; you don't need to force yourself."

everytime hanma tries to reassure you that you don't have to do this, the guilt you feel for disappointing yourself  is unmatched. you keep telling yourself you're going to tough it out, but everytime, you start to crack when your mind wanders—and you hate it the most out of anything happening right now. 

you agreed to this because you wanted something, anything to change, and change isn't supposed to be easy.

change is supposed to hurt.

you slap hanma's hand away from your face, letting your tears flow freely, and start to grind your hips against him again, while the little girl wails 'stop' or 'it hurts' in your head. you really just can't ignore her, no matter how much you want to.

no, instead, you have to hurt her more—put her through so much pain that she dies. 

and so, you'll do just that; raising your hips, forcing them back down, while your face becomes disgusting with tears and snot. the gross sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room of your quiet penthouse, along with your moan-like sobs and the occasional grunt from under you, and an all too familiar pressure being pounded closer and closer until release.

it all makes her scream and beg louder, cry harder, with each passing second, until your body jolts—a shiver runs up your spine, your lips tremble. there's a white noise ringing in your ears, muting the little girl.

you feel like you've been engulfed in static. even though the hands that are on your hips continue to move you, riding out your orgasm, you don't feel much. you feel fuzzy, but you can't even tell if it feels good or not.

before you know it, you're laying back down on your bed. your pussy throbs, hole clenching around nothing, and your heart is beating so fast that it feels like it's going to stop any second. your sight is blurry with tears, but you don't know if you're still crying; though, your eyes still dart around aimlessly, catching a glimpse of a used condom being tied and then thrown somewhere.

there's weight shifting around your bed, you think someone's talking to you while it happens, but you can't hear them. a warm comforter is brought over you, and the weight now rests besides you.

your mind goes blank, the sight of the little girl completely lost.

—

you wake up more refreshed than usual, but there's an ache between your thighs and a pounding in your head, on top of feeling as gross as any other day. though, you're not plagued by discomfort while laying in your bed, so you shut your eyes again, ready to sleep away your headache; unfortunately, indistinguishable yelling from downstairs denies you of your rest. 

guess you should go see what the commotion is.

though, the first step out of your bed and you almost collapse. i mean, you're well aware that you had sex, but you don't exactly remember the last bits too well; once your younger self left, you did too. maybe you pushed yourself a little too hard, but if that meant being able to lay in your bed without having nightmares for at least one night, you were fine with it.

but nevertheless, you have to face the day too, to see if things have actually changed.

you drag yourself over to your dresser to put on clean underwear, before pulling your comforter off the bed. you wrap the warmth around yourself, and head out of your room, trying not to trip over yourself.

"you slept with my daughter." looking over the railing to the floor below, you see your dad holding up hanma against the wall with a gun. right… he's probably enraged about that, for good reason. "give me one fucking reason i shouldn't lodge a bullet into your skull, hanma shūji."

though, hanma looks relaxed, delighted even about a gun being pointed at him, as if this isn't a big deal at all. "well, kisaki, i don't think you want your daughter to witness a murder, right?" he answers, gesturing over to you upstairs. your dad looks up at you in shock, before hanma adds on, "i especially don't think she'd like to see the last guy she fucked shot right in front of her, yeah?"

your dad snaps back to hanma, ready to shoot him point blank for that comment, but he resists the urge because of you. he socks the man in his gut, before turning back to you. "sweetheart, please go back to your room," he asks through gritted teeth, tucking the gun into the holster under his arm. he's trying not to scare you, but you're still concerned about hanma. "i said, go back to your—"

"please don't be mad at hanma!" you plead, resulting in a surprised look from your father.

"yeah… exactly…" hanma mutters, holding his stomach where he was punched. "like i said, i was trying to help her out… you know, help her recover from what you did."

what?

you stare at hanma with bewilderment, and your dad looks at him just as confused… you think, at least.

hanma gives you an all too knowing look, before turning back to the man in front of him. "seriously, why are you mad at me? i mean, you're the one who raped your daughter in the first place."

you heart drops.

and when you hear the little girl, back from nowhere, cry 'dad, you're hurting me,' your body drops to the floor too.

you were right; there's no escape to all of this.

[earthchica]

Use Your Heart | 2

terry richmond x black, fem! oc { amara hawthrone }

summary: terry and amara have a serious, emotional conversation in this continuation. will they work it out, or will this end their relationship for good?

warnings: ANGST, sad! terry, past heartache, past relationship, fluff, romantic, explicit SMUT, oral (f&m), praise kink, size kink, creampie, foul language, unprotected sex, words: 5k

note: here's part 2; there might be some errors. I hope you enjoyed it. Should I write more for them?

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Amara's POV

I savored the final sip of my last glass of wine when I heard a firm knock at the front door. My mind raced with possibilities; perhaps Aisha was coming back to retrieve something she had carelessly left behind.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I padded across the room, the soft carpet muffling my footsteps. I squinted through the peephole, my heart quickening when I realized it was Terry standing on the other side, looking somewhat apprehensive.

With confusion bubbling within me, I swung the door open wide, my eyes widening in surprise as I took in his presence. I hadn’t expected to see him tonight, and the surprise left me momentarily speechless.

“Terry?” I breathed, my voice trembling slightly with confusion. “What are you doing here? Where are Sophie and Dotty?” I asked, glancing around as worry set in.

“Hey, Amara, they’re with my parents. They’re safe,” Terry replied, his heart racing. “Can I come in? I need to talk to you.” I hesitated for a moment but then stepped aside to let him in.

As Terry walked into the living room, he felt the familiar warmth of our once-shared home. I bit my lip as I closed the door while checking him out.

I shook my head, concentrating. “So, Terry, what do you need to talk about?” I asked, clearing my throat and crossing my arms defensively.

“Can we sit, please?” Terry replied, turned around, and I nodded. We sat on the couch, and there was intense, awkward silence. I waited for him to speak.

Terry turned his body as his heart began to pound into his chest as he looked at me softly with those eyes I loved so much.

“Amara, I have a lot to say, and the first thing I want to say is I'm sorry. I messed up, and you’ve been nothing but devoted to me for seven years, and I took that for granted. I'm sorry."

"I’ve been thinkin’ about everything. It wasn't right for me to not communicate with my past issues with getting married. That was wrong of me, Amara.”

“Terry, I—” I started, feeling a little emotional, trying to be tough.

“No, baby, please let me finish,” he interrupted gently, touching my hand. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for us. You’ve been there through everything, always holding it down.”

His voice trembled slightly as he said, “I was a fool, lettin’ you go. Life without you just ain't right, I need you; I love you, baby.” Tears gathered in my eyes as I took in his words.

“Terry...I love you too, but...can you just tell me the truth? What's been holding you back all these years?" I asked, wanting a really good explanation.

Terry hesitated for a moment, his gaze drifting to the floor. “I ain’t never wanted to put this on you, but… there’s somethin’ from my past that keeps hauntin’ me,” Terry said, taking a deep breath.

“Before I met you, I was with this girl named Leia. We were young and dumb, in love.” Terry explained, looking at me for a second and my brow furrowed, curiosity.

“We were going to get married because she supposedly had my baby. I was ready to get married and step up to become a father. Leia and I had plans and even booked a wedding spot in Vegas."

His eyes hardened as he continued to tell the story.

"All my family and friends told me I should stay away from her. She was a bad influence, and she was playing with me. I didn't listen because I thought I was in love.”

Terry's voice wavered, and he paused to collect himself. I took hold of his hand for comfort, and he gave me an appreciative gaze and squeezed my hand.

“When I got to the altar, she didn’t show. Just…didn’t show up; she left a fucking letter,” Terry continued, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

“Imagine standin’ there, lookin’ like a damn fool while everyone’s whisperin’, told ya so. I felt like the ground had dropped out beneath me. After that, I didn't trust; I went on into a deep depression, went out drinking and partying, and soon I joined the Marines, which kind of helped me a little bit. I recovered but buried that deep inside my mind.”

The silence followed was thick with emotion, and I could see the pain behind Terry's eyes. “That’s…that’s awful, Terry. I'm so sorry that happened to you. This makes things a lot clearer for me now,” I said softly, my heart aching for him.

“And It sounds like that experience really impacted you. Did you think that’s part of why you were scared to propose to me?” I added, and he nodded.

“Yeah,” Terry admitted, his voice a low rumble.

“When we met you, we budded heads, but you opened me up and showed me true, genuine love that I never felt before. Sometimes, I wanted to propose."

Terry sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping slightly as the tension radiated from him as he continued.

"But I kept thinking, what if I put myself out there again, and the same thing happens? What if you—what if you don’t show up either? I can’t retake that kind of pain.”

I felt a wave of concern wash over me, so I glanced down momentarily before meeting his gaze again. I gently placed my hand on his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my palm.

Terry responded to my touch by closing his eyes as if savoring the moment. “Terry, you really thought I would do the same to you? Just leave you at the altar?”

I asked, feeling a wave of hurt rush through me. “Terry, I would never…”

“I know you wouldn’t, baby; I let my fears get to my head,” Terry quickly interjected, squeezing my hand on his cheek. “I've been holding on to this for too long, and it's not fair to you. I want to...I need to let it go, and I'm going to right now.”

"It seems like this incident created a lot of fear for you, Terry. Do you really think you can just let it go just like that?”

“Yes, by making this next step,” Terry said with a nod, his voice beginning to regain strength. “And I prove to ya, Amara.” He added, getting up from the couch.

Terry went to our once-shared bedroom. I heard him moving around stuff until he returned with something in his hand. Terry took a deep breath before looking at me and lowered himself to one knee.

My heart raced. “Amara,” he began, his voice trembling, “I’ve been holding this for a minute now.” He revealed a black engagement box, and tears welled as he spoke.

“When the twins were born, I swear I had it all planned. I was gonna propose to you a year after they came into our lives. But all this fear from my past just kept holdin’ me back.” He adds.

My breath hitched in my throat, and I felt a tingling anticipation. I had never seen Terry like this before. All the weight he’d been carrying was leaving from his eyes.

“Terry…” I whispered his name, unable to contain the emotion bubbling inside me.

“Amara, from the moment I met you, it felt like I saw light for the first time. You brought life back into my heart after so many years of darkness. I didn’t think I could ever love like this again, but you made me believe.”

His voice shook with sincerity.

“I know I messed up; I let my fears get in the way all these years and put distance between us. For so long, I was scared. I held on to the pain, thinkin’ it’d keep me safe, but it only trapped me. Trapped us.”

Tears streamed down his face, and I wiped my own, completely swept away by his.

"And...and, when I see you with our babies," he continued, "I can’t help but get lost in thought how beautiful our life is. You are a mother that makes every moment worthwhile. And for that, I need to step up and be the partner you deserve.”

Terry paused, his gaze intensely focused on me before opening his mouth to continue to speak his heart.

“I’m ready to let go of all that fear, Amara. I want to stand beside you, raise our little ones with love, and continue to build a future together. I want to make you my wife. I want us to be a family again in every possible way.”

Terry moved closer to me to take my small hand into his large, left hand, and my eyes never left him as his words warmth your whole being.

“I don’t want to waste another moment wondering what could have been. You’re my everything. I’ve learned through all this that love isn’t perfect, but it’s real and worth taking the risk for. Please give me another chance.”

I sat there, feeling every word he spoke envelop me like a warm embrace. His vulnerability was both beautiful and heartbreaking. My voice caught with emotion. “Ask me.”

Terry nodded, letting go of your hand and wiping away his tears. He opened the box with trembling hands, which contained a diamond princess-cut ring.

It was my dream ring, and it still is to this day.

“Terry, oh my god, you’ve been holding out. This...this...this.” I said, couldn’t get the words out; I was filled with happiness and disappointment.

It was somewhat bittersweet.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, Amara. I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. I promise to be more open with my issues; I will be here by your side, loving you fiercely and protecting and fighting for our family.” He said.

"Will you marry me, Amara? Will you be my wife?" Terry asked, and my heart swelled. My eyes lit up as joy washed over me. I couldn't believe that this was really happening after years of waiting.

"Yes! Yes, Terry, a million times yes!" I exclaimed, tears flowing freely now, spilling over with every word. He smiled through his tears, slipping the ring onto my finger before standing back up and pulling me into a tight embrace.

I pulled away, cupping his face with both hands and kissing his lips, then all over his face, causing him to laugh. We held each other tightly, crying in each other's arms.

"I love you so much, Terry," I whispered, hiding my face deep into his chest. "I love you so much, too, Amara. I'm sorry for keeping waiting," he said softly.

I slowly pulled away from Terry, meeting his gaze as I gently wiped away the tears that had streaked down his cheeks. "It's okay, really," I reassured him softly, my voice steady and warm.

"Everything is going to be fine. But just remember, being engaged doesn't magically erase all our problems. We need to face them together and work through everything, alright?"

Terry nodded, his expression earnest as he took a deep breath. "I know. I promise I’ll do better. I’ll work on opening up," he said, kissing my cheek tenderly.

I felt the sincerity of his words, and a gentle smile spread across my lips in response. A few moments later, we found ourselves nestled on the couch, wrapped in each other's warmth.

The comfort of his presence enveloped me, yet I couldn't shake off the sheer joy bubbling inside. Lost in thought, my gaze drifted to the beautiful diamond ring displayed on my finger.

The corners of my mouth turned upward into a smile, and Terry caught my eye. He mirrored my expression, his smile radiating the warmth and connection we shared in that peaceful moment.

“Hey, how about we celebrate this engagement?” Terry suggested with a playful grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Let’s hit up that little spot we used to love. Just you and me, make it a date night.” He added.

I smirked, leaning in closer, feeling the familiar thrill in the air. “You mean the spot where you couldn’t keep your hands off me?” I teased, giving him a playful nudge.

“Ha! You know I still can’t,” Terry shot back, his voice low and flirtatious. “You got me all twisted up, Amara. Ain’t nothing changing that baby.”

“Is that so?” I raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on my lips. “Guess I still got that effect on you, huh?” I asked continuing. Terry chuckled, shaking his head.

“Baby, you know it. You always did. Want me to remind you?” Terry asked before you could answer. He leaned in, his breath warm against my skin.

Terry pressed his lips lightly against mine as the kiss deepened, soft and electric, but I pulled away just before it got too heated, teasing him.

"Mmm let's do it! I’m gonna go get all dolled up and ready for you by 8 PM; you better be ready,” I said before biting my lip, getting up from the couch, and feeling his eyes on me.

“Don’t leave me hangin’ like that, Amara!” Terry called after me, his voice strained with desire. “You’re just gonna leave me all hot and bothered?”

I laughed, glancing back at him over my shoulder. “Maybe that’s the point,” I replied coyly, enjoying the flustered look on his face before walking out.

Terry picked up his phone once Amara was out of sight and was already brainstorming plans. “Yo, Tony, I need some favors,” Terry said, his tone confident and determined.

“Look, I want the spot ready for me and Amara tonight. Make it special. Little lights, maybe some flowers? Yeah, she’ll love that. Just trust me, alright?”

-

I applied the final touches to my makeup and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and I couldn’t help but smile. The backless dress I chose fit my curves perfectly, highlighting all the features I loved.

I heard a knock at the front door as I was about to add more lip gloss. My heart was racing, knowing that it might be Terry. I hurried out of the bedroom to the front door.

My excitement bubbled over as I opened the door, and there he stood, looking sharper than ever. His eyes lit up when he saw me, and I could see his mouth drop slightly.

“Damn, Amara! You look absolutely stunning!” Terry said, his voice thick with appreciation. “Thank you, Terry! You clean up nice yourself,” I replied, teasing him.

I took in his fitted dark shirt, showed off his toned arms, and those jeans that showed off his toned legs.

“Thank you, baby. I'm just trying to match you. You out here lookin’ like sexy as hell,” Terry chuckled, stepping inside. “Did you miss me or somethin’?” He added and I smirked, crossing my arms playfully.

“Maybe a little. It’s only been, what, a couple of hours? But it felt like forever.” I answered, and he shook his head, laughing as he leaned and wrapped his arms around my waist.

Terry began kissing your neck and going grabbing your ass through the dress, causing you to moan, and you slightly pushed him to look up at him. 'Terry, we're gonna be late"

“I know....I miss you, and like I said before, you got that effect on me, girl. Can’t help it. Are you ready to celebrate our engagement, or what?” Terry said, looking down at me with those eyes.

“Hell yeah, baby," I started with a little giggle, twirling around to give him a little preview of my exposed back and my lovely ass, knowing that would drive him wild.

“Lord, a backless dress just—girl, you know how to make a brother feel weak. You must have been waiting to wear this because I had never seen it,” Terry said, eyes wide with admiration.

“Had to save it for a special occasion. Figured this one qualified,” I replied, leaning in closer. “But you better be ready to show me a good time tonight.”

“Oh, I got plans, and it's gonna be a surprise,” Terry said, winking at me. “Wow, really? You thought of something this fast, huh?” I grinned; I always loved his romantic side of him.

“Yeah, Only for you, my wifey. You deserve it all. Now come on, let’s go before I rip this dress off by just lookin’ at you,” Terry joked, reaching for my hand.

I laughed, grabbing my purse and slipping on my phone inside. “Alright, let’s go, hubby,” I said, pulling him closer; we stepped out into the night air.

-

Once we arrived at the spot, Terry got out of the car and walked over to my side, and excitement bubbled within me. Terry opened the door while glancing down at me with his trademark grin.

"You ready for this, Amara?" he asked, and I smiled. "Ready as I’ll ever be! What you got up your sleeve, handsome man?” I teased, getting out of the car and closing the door.

I bit my lip, trying to guess what he was planning. “Just trust me on this one, alright? Now, close your eyes,” Terry said with a playful glint in his eye.

I raised an eyebrow but complied, feeling the thrill of anticipation coursing through me. “Okay, okay, my eyes are shut. Now what?” I asked, trying to suppress my giggles.

“You’ll see. Just keep 'em closed, don’t peek!” Terry took my hand, leading me gently, and I could feel the warmth of his palm against mine, grounding me in this sweet moment.

We walked for what felt like a short eternity, and then I heard a door swing open. "Alright, babe, you can open your eyes now!" Terry said, his voice full of excitement.

I hesitated for just a second before I surrendered and opened my eyes. When I did, I was met with a sight that took my breath away. We stood inside the little spot we used to love, transformed into something magical.

The place was lit with twinkling fairy lights hanging from the ceiling and soft music plucking in the air. Beautiful floral arrangements were everywhere, vibrant colors that seemed to echo the happiness in my chest.

“Terry…oh my gosh!” I gasped, my eyes wide with disbelief. “You went all out!” I added and he grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Only the best for my queen. I wanted tonight to be special, especially after all we discussed.” He said softly. I stepped further inside, taking in every little detail.

“This is incredible! You really thought of everything.” The table was set for two, with candles flickering and a lovely spread of some of my favorite dishes.

“I even managed to sneak in the shrimp tacos you love. Thought it might remind you of our first date,” Terry said, moving closer to wrap an arm around my waist.

“Aww, you got me all sentimental now! This is just… perfect, Terry. I really...I really appreciate this, I appreciate you” I replied, my heart swelling with gratitude.

Terry pulled me closer, his gaze serious for a moment. “Amara, I really want us to keep building this, ya know? I’m all in, and I hope you are too.”

I looked up at him, feeling all the love in those words, and nodded. “You know I am, Terry. Ain’t no turning back for us now.”

The waiter approached, breaking the moment for a second. “Evening! What can I get y’all to drink?”

“Two glasses of your finest red, please,” Terry replied confidently, then turned to me. “How you feelin’, baby girl?”

“Like I’m dreaming. Honestly, I can’t believe you pulled this off!” I laughed, still taking in the surprise.

Terry leaned in just enough so only I could hear. “Well, you deserve the world, Amara. I just want to see you shine and be happy.”

“Stop it, you making me blush! But for real, this really means a lot to me,” I said, feeling my cheeks heat up.

Terry gave me that charming smile that could light up any room. “Just wait till you see the dessert. Got that surprise, too.”

“Don’t play with me, Terry! What else you got?” I asked, trying to pretend to be annoyed but failing miserably, a smile creeping across my lips.

“Just you wait,” he chuckled, leaning back. “But first, let’s enjoy this meal together, alright?”

The food was so amazing. Each bite was delicious, but the real treat was the laughter and love that filled the air between us. The night went on being the best.

Just when I thought the night couldn’t get any better, he leaned in, his voice low and teasing, “Ready for that surprise?”

“Okay, I’m ready!” I replied, excitement bubbling in my chest.

“Alright, close your eyes again!” he instructed playfully.

I complied once more, and after a moment, Terry’s fingers slipped under my chin, tilting my head gently. “You can open your eyes,” he said softly.

When I did, a beautiful slice of chocolate heart cake with Mr & Mrs. Richmond adorned with sparklers was placed before me.

“Happy engagement, Amara! I know we still gotta work on things, but I’m committed to making every moment with you unforgettable,” he said, the sincerity in his voice cutting through the air like a warm breeze.

I was taken aback, tears of joy filling my eyes. “Terry, this is too much! You’re amazing,” I exclaimed, my breath hitching.

Terry chuckled, wiping a tear from my cheek. “Ain’t no such thing as ‘too much’ when it comes to you, baby.”

As we dug into the cake amid laughter and kisses, playfully feeding each other as if it were our future wedding, I realized this was just the beginning of a beautiful adventure together.

-

As Terry and I stepped through the front door, the laughter from our date night still danced in the air around us. I leaned against the door, watching him kick off his shoes, the playful glint in his eyes making my heart flutter.

“Wow, tonight was amazing!” I said, pulling the curls away from my face before stepping closer to him. “You really outdid yourself with this, Terry.

“Well, I had to do it big, do it right and with style. Had to make it special for my girl,” Terry said, flashing his charming smile. “Like I said before, you deserved every bit of it."

"So now that we are back at the house, this dress? Man, I still can’t get over it.” Terry added, stepped closer, and the air between us sizzled.

I smirked, leaning in to graze my lips against his. "Maybe you should take it off," I said as our lips just a whisper away, I could feel the tension building between us.

Terry grinned, his playful energy infectious. “You know I might just take you up on that, Amara,” he teased, his voice low and teasing; I felt his strong arms wrap around my waist.

"Then do it, big daddy," I said softly as my arms wrapped around his shoulders, and I breathed in his scent, loving that his scruffed beard tickled my face.

Terry growled and pulled me into a passionate kiss, taking the initiative to deepen the kiss and slide his tongue into my mouth, causing me to moan into the kiss.

I pulled away as he picked me up and gave me a boyish grin before taking me to the bedroom. "I'mma give you my all tonight, baby," Terry says, laying me down gently on the bed.

We both began tearing each other clothes off while kissing and caressing one other's bodies. Terry began leaving kisses all over my body until he got to my lower abdomen.

I couldn't help but moan at how powerful he looked between my legs, his elbows at his sides, his back taught, like he was preparing to take down his prey. 

Terry began to kiss and then suck at my clit hard, sending jolts of pleasure through my legs while looking up at me with his greyish-blue green eyes.

"Ahhh Terry…fuck!" I breathed, placing my hand behind his head; he moaned into my pussy; he always loved the sweet sounds I made when he ate me out.

His tongue swirling around my clit was driving me wild, but then he added a finger or two, and I was gone. "Mmm, pussy so sweet and wet. I miss this so much, baby."

What he did next sent me to the stars. "Ahhh...I'm cum-!!" I trailed off and cried in pleasure as I felt the most powerful orgasm rip through me, causing me to shake and my toes to curl.

"Mmmm, I told you Imma give you my all, got you cumming fast. Fuck, you taste so amazing," Terry says before lifting himself up to kiss me, causing me to go speechless.

I calm down a few minutes before flipping Terry over on his back. "Well, let me match that energy, big daddy," I said, running my finger gently onto his chest and then to his manhood.

"Mmm...this dick is so big, Daddy. It's all mine, right?" I asked, tracing my fingers around his tip, playing with the precum for a bit, and looking at him.

"Yes, my pretty girl...all yours!" Terry started, and I continued to tease the tip of his dick until he began to beg for more causing me to giggle slightly.

"Baby, please more; let me feel your pretty mouth." Terry let out a low moan and raised an arm to cover his eyes. His abs flexed and relaxed as he reacted to my hands working their magic.

I lowered my mouth to the head of his dick, sucking gently, and I swirled my tongue around the tip. "Just like that, baby. More, please more," Terry asked nicely.

I took himself entirely and began sucking up and down slowly, "Mmm, perfect…just like that." Terry moaned, gently cupping his balls, which almost made him lose his mind.

"Fuck, baby. Fuck...you are so beautiful, full mouth of this dick," Terry said, resting his large hand behind my head. I smiled with my eyes, looking up and continuing to suck him, flicking my tongue.

"Mmmm, I need that pussy" Terry growled, popping me out of his mouth and slapping his dick against my face causing me to giggle before pulling me up to his chest.

I sprang into action, gripping his length in my hand, and I slid down on his dick, causing me to moan. I placed my hand and began slowly riding him, and his big hands flanked my hips.

"Fuck, this dick...fills me up so good." I moaned in pleasure; Terry grasped at my breasts, looking at me with so much love and desire, like he admired my beauty in this dim light cast on my face.

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby. and you are so damn gorgeous. how I am so lucky," Terry moaned, and I brought myself down and pressed a gentle kiss on his lips.

"Ahh, Terry, yes, yes, just like that," I moaned as he began to thrust in and out faster as I began placing gentle and soft kisses on his neck and chest.

"Shit, Amara. I love it when I can feel you squeeze your pussy around me." Terry moaned in my ear, wrapping his arms around your back and going faster with his thrusts.

"Fuck, Daddy fuck me, fuck this pussy. Ahhh..." I moaned, gripping the rail of the headboard of the bed, feeling it slightly shake off the rhythm.

"You like that, pretty girl? You like it when I pound my dick into your tight, wet pussy?" Terry asked with a low, deep tone in my ear that made me feel more aroused.

"Yes, so fucking good, Daddy," I purred, lifting myself up to place my hands on his chest to bounce up and down his dick as I threw my head back.

"I love giving you pleasure; I am so grateful for you and everything you do for me, Amara," Terry said, lifting himself up and pulling you into a kiss.

"Terry, fuck....shit!" You let out an appreciative and loving moan as he pulls away and brings his hands to my waist, flipping me on my back to lay on the bed.

Terry holding me in place and pulling out and driving his dick into me harder, making me moan loud at a sudden speed. "Take it, take that shit, lil mama, take my dick like I know you can."

"Shit, daddy. just like that, oh fuck I love what you’re doing to me right now!" I cried in pleasure, meeting his gaze while gripping his huge biceps tightly.

I felt myself clenching around his throbbing dick as I was getting close. "You gonna cum for me again, baby?" Terry asked, staring at me like a damn lion.

It was sexy and scary at the same time. "Like a good girl? Are you gonna cum all over this dick? Yeah?"

"Yes, YES, YES!" I shout repeatedly, and my second powerful orgasm hits me like a train. My muscles spasm, and my legs shake, but Terry isn't done with me yet.

I surely didn't want him to be; Terry turned me to lay on my side, spread my ass open a little bit. "Terry...oh fuck, making me feel so good, keep fucking me, Daddy," You moaned.

Terry let out a slight chuckle and slowly slid inside of me while giving me a light smack on my ass. I moaned, trying to calm myself down a little bit.

Terry began to thrusted faster, feeling his orgasm nearing. Being inside me was so heavenly to him. "Fuck, baby. I'mma...cum inside your little pretty pussy, would you like that?" Terry asked deeply.

"Mmm, yes, Terry," I moaned, gripping the sheets of the bed tight as he began pounding like before; it only takes a dozen or so thrusts for me to cum for the third time.

"Fuck, fuck fuck...Terry...shit...oh please cum inside me, fill me up," I begged, gripping his arm that was placed on my hip, seeing stars as I reached my climax. "I need it, please."

"Oh amara, baby. Imma gives it to you, oh fuck, here it comes, sweetheart," Terry moaned, going buried his face into my neck as he exploded his load inside of me.

"That's it, Terry. Give me all your cum" I moaned, feeling him shake and shudder, convulsing, as he rode out his orgasm. Terry fell on top of me completely.

I cupped the back of his head and kissed his cheek. Terry pulled back, looking deep into my eyes, and I smiled at him. Terry moved off me but still looked at me, and I followed his eyes.

Terry kisses my lips, and I cup his cheek, closing my eyes to enjoy the warmth of his lips. I pulled away and went to cuddle into his chest; he smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist.

Both of us stayed like that for a few mintues until Terry got up off the bed and went to the bathroom and I heard the bathtub water running and I felt a flutter in my chest.

“I'm running us a bubble bath,” Terry said, gesturing toward the bathroom. The warm scent of lavender filled the air, and I could hear the soft tunes of our favorite playlist strumming in the background.

“I love you, Terry” I laughed softly, and he walked over to pick me up bridal style. “I love you, too Amara. More than words can say” he said, looking deep into my eyes.

As Terry walked towards the bathroom with me in his arms, I leaned in for another kiss, our lips brushing gently. After a dreamy bath and plenty of laughter, the night ended beautifully with hope and love.

[fillinforlater]

One-Shot Masterlist

The is the part of my Masterlist with every one-shot story that will (most likey) not get a squeal, sorted by group. It starts off with how my original Masterlist was sorted, so scroll down to find you favorite idol/group. For bigger, orgy-type smuts with multiple idols (2+), look at the (features), though some are in Series' ;)

IZ*ONE One-Shots are in my IZ*ONE Masterlist, all series' are in my Series Masterlist!

IZ*ONE MASTERLIST HERE

SERIES MASTERLIST HERE

Stats: 80 Links; 51 Stories linked; 40 Groups with 111 Idols written

GFRIEND/VIVIZ

Yerin - Say It Again

Eunha, Umji - Commas, Colons, Cumming 

Sinb, Eunha - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 1)

Sowon, Yuju, Yerin, Eunha - Vexatious (orgy, 17some) (futa!Eunha)

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ITZY

Yeji - Dazed (ft. Yoojung)

Yeji, Yuna - C.Ollection (super orgy, 10some)

Yuna - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Lia - (T)highly likely

Chaeryeong - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Lia - Series Masterlist (Phone)

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Weki Meki

Yoojung - Dazed (ft. Yeji)

Yoojung - Carry a Stranger (Quickie)

Rina - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)

Doyeon - Series Masterlist (Possession of the Queen)

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I.O.I

Yoojung - Dazed (ft. Yeji)

Yoojung - Carry a Stranger (Quickie)

Somi - Let It All Out (Quickie)

Somi, Chungha - Plan B

Somi - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Somi - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Doyeon - Series Masterlist (Possession of the Queen)

Mina - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

Chaeyeon - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

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TWICE

Dahyun - Commitment

Dahyun - Scandal (Quickie)

Dahyun, Mina, Sana - Kim Corruption: The Video Version

Mina, Tzuyu - C.Ollection (super orgy, 10some)

Mina, Sana - Four Cherries (IZ*ONE + TWICE 5some)

Mina, Nayeon - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Momo, Chaeyoung - Hot Helping Hands

Momo - Teased Promotion (Quickie)

Mina - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 1)

Sana - Series Masterlist (Phone)

Nayeon - Series Masterlist (Phone)

Tzuyu - Series Masterlist (Phone)

Jeongyeon - Series Masterlist (Phone)

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aespa

Karina - Do-Nothing-Day (fluff)

Karina - Mildly Unfair (ft. Wonyoung, Eunbi)

Winter - LOYAnaL (Quickie ft. Chaewon)

Winter - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

NingNing - The Pull (ft. Hyewon)

Winter, Karina - Vexatious (orgy, 17some) (futa!Karina)

Giselle - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon Series - Season 1)

Karina - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon Series - Season 2)

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Dreamcatcher

Yoohyeon, Sua, Gahyeon - Labyrinth of the Six (Everglow vs Dreamcatcher 7some)

Yoohyeon, Sua - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Gahyeon - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Handong, Siyeon, Dami - Vexatious (orgy, 17some) (futa!Handong)

JiU - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon Series - Season 1)

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WJSN

Exy - New Lyrics

Luda - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon Series - Season 1)

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EVERGLOW

E:U, Sihyeon, Aisha - Labyrinth of the Six (Everglow vs Dreamcatcher 7some)

Yiren - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Yiren - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Yiren - Series Masterlist (Phone)

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fromis_9

Jiheon, Chaeyoung, Nagyung - C.Ollection (super orgy, 10some)

Hayoung - The Gamer and the Pornstar (ft. Sakura of IZONE)

Hayoung, Nagyung - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)

Jiheon - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon Series - Season 2)

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IVE

Yujin - Inspection Day (ft. Eunbi, Chaewon) TW

Yujin - C.Ollection (super orgy, 10some)

Gaeul - Beautiful, Beautiful Power (futa!Gaeul)

Gaeul - Paradise (fluff/angst)

Gaeul - Pink Sheets of the Gangbang Queen (Quickie)

Rei - Two Selfies (Quickie)

Rei - Two Selfies and a GIF

Liz - Perfection, We Find

Wonyoung, Rei, Gaeul - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Wonyoung - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Yujin - Series Masterlist (Eleven to One-Universe)

Yujin - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Gaeul - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Gaeul - Series Masterlist (Blonde)

Rei - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Rei - Series Masterlist (Double Stacked)

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Kep1er

Xiaoting - Changer (Quickie)

Xiaoting - To Share A Drink (ft. Shuhua & Yuqi)

Xiaoting - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Xiaoting, Yujin - Highkey (Quickie)

Dayeon - Dayeons Disciplinary Diary (with Chaehyun & Xiaoting)

Hikaru, Bahiyyih, Youngeun, Yeseo - A Keplian Rocket (Quickie)

Xiaoting - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Xiaoting - Series Masterlist (On her)

Chaehyun - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Chaehyun - Series Masterlist (Double Stacked)

Dayeon - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Yujin - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Mashiro - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Mashiro - Series Masterlist (A member for the members)

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CLC

Seungyeon - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Yujin - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

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LOONA

Heejin - In Vino Veritas (Quickie)

Heejin - The Real Daddy (Quickie) (futa!Heejin)

Gowon - Revelation in a Shower

Yeojin - You asked for it

Yeojin, Jinsoul - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Yeojin - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Heejin - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

Hyunjin - Series Masterlist (On her)

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LE SSERAFIM

Chaewon - Four Cherries (IZ*ONE + TWICE 5some)

Chaewon - LOYAnaL (Quickie ft. Winter of aespa)

Chaewon - Inspection Day (ft. Eunbi, Yujin) TW

Chaewon, Sakura - Fanmating (3Kim Quickie ft. Minju)

Chaewon, Sakura - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Sakura - Legendary Cookies (IZ*ONE 6some)

Yunjin, Kazuha - When Life Gives You Bandmates, Make A Mess Out Of Them

Yunjin, Kazuha - HCHQ - Double Team (futa!idols)

Chaewon - Series Masterlist (My Kinky Wife)

Sakura - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 1 & 2)

Kazuha - Series Masterlist (On her)

Yunjin - Series Masterlsit (My Kinky Wife)

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Red Velvet

Yeri - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

Yeri - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Irene - Series Masterlist (On her)

Seulgi - C'mon (ft. Jini, Haewon) (idol x idol)

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woo!ah!

Nana - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

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(G)I-DLE

Shuhua, Yuqi - To Share A Drink (ft. Xiaoting)

Miyeon - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Minnie, Yuqi, Miyeon - To Glide (idol x idol x idol)

Minnie - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

Shuhua - Series Masterlist (Phone)

Miyeon - Series Masterlist (On her)

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StayC

Isa - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

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gugudan

Mina - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

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Rocket Punch

Yeonhee - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

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Girls’ Generation

Tiffany, Sooyoung - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Yoona - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

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DIA

Chaeyeon - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

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Weeekly

Monday - Series Masterlist (On her)

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BLACKPINK

Rose - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Rose - The Interview

Jennie - Series Masterlist (On her)

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Apink

Bomi - Series Masterlist (Phone)

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NewJeans

Minji - Dr. Minji (Quickie)

Minji, Hanni - Glossy Friendship (futa!Minji)

Minji - Series Masterlist (On her)

Hanni - Series Masterlist (On her)

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KARD

Jiwoo - Helping my divine friend with something although she could help herself because I’m such a nice guy but I really misjudged things and now they go wrong 

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cignature

Jeewon - Fresh, Right from the Source

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Oh My Girl

Arin - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Yooa - GAMBLE (futa!Yooa x Female Reader)

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Soloist

IU - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

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MAMAMOO

Hwasa - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

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NMIXX

Sullyoon - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Sullyoon - SULLied MINd (ft. Minju)

Jini - C'mon (ft. Seulgi, Haewon) (idol x idol)

Haewon - C'mon (ft. Jini, Seulgi) (idol x idol)

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LIGHTSUM

Sangah, Chowon - It takes two to shut her up (futa!Chowon)

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Purple Kiss

Swan - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Goeun - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)

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tripleS

Sohyun - Series Masterlist (A member for the members)

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Pixy

Sua - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)

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Lovelyz

Sujeong - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)

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TRI.BE

Hyunbin - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)

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