#And see where I'm at in the move tomorrow

[prael]

Day 3: Reciprocation

Itzy Yeji x male reader smut

words: 6,714 12 Days of Praelmas Masterlist

If there's one thing you've learned dealing with the rich, the famous and the devious, it's that there's always a deal to be made.

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"Not often that I see a girl like you in a place like this."

"Well, you're an incredibly difficult man to track down."

It's the girl who's supposed to be on the main page of your site starting tomorrow morning. You gesture for Yeji to sit by your side, and while there are more than enough empty seats around you, she prefers to stand. What is this, a fucking power move?

"Well, you could have just called my office and made yourself an appointment."

It doesn't amuse her. She simply brings her hands up to rest on her hips as she looks at you.

"Look, let's get to the point. You can't post the article." There is something rather endearing in watching how she talks to you. Her hips are cocked and her face bears a look of determination, but she lacks confidence. You're not sure she even believes herself. Maybe she's just hoping that you'll cave.

You meet her eyes and hold her gaze for a few moments, searching for a crack in her armour. It's hard to say for certain when the only lighting in this club is what little neon they have on display, but there seems to be something else hiding behind her stare. A nervous energy, perhaps. So, you correct her, "I can post the article."

"Look— I, I have money." She takes a single stride towards you, with her long slender legs of which only part of her thigh is covered by the bottom of her dress. That thing clings to them like it does every other inch of her body. One hell of a figure.

"I'm well aware."

"Okay then, how much money will it take for you to drop the article?"

"Money doesn't compare to an article like this one—you know that. Come on," you lean forward a bit. "You should be smarter than that."

"How much?!" Yeji says again. There's an edge to her voice now and a stern look in her eyes. She must feel that you're not taking her seriously—honestly, you aren't. You can't count the number of times an agency has tried to block an article by simply throwing money your way. The novelty has worn off. 

"Listen, Miss Hwang, I appreciate the effort you have gone through to manufacture a meeting with me, however, just like I told your PR team, I'm not for sale. Should you want to avoid this sort of thing, then I'd recommend being a little more discreet the next time you want to fuck around." You glance at the door leading out. The exit sign above is blinking erratically, but it serves its intended purpose nonetheless. "I'll see you in tomorrow morning's news."

"No."

"No?" You raise an eyebrow. She may be a star and she may make people go crazy in more ways than one, but if you've learned something about yourself over the years, it's that you aren't as easily swayed by beauty alone, nor impressed by fame.

Yeji remains silent, her eyes looking down to the table in front of you and your mind instantly starts conjuring up scenarios where the girl goes into a screaming fit or starts throwing a tantrum until security drags her sorry ass out the door.

Her head snaps up again. "Fine." Yeji turns sideways and steps around the small table. It becomes apparent that she plans on sitting by your side, after all. She isn't exactly looking at you as she plops herself onto the cushioned bench. "You said 'next time', right?" She begins quietly.

In spite of yourself, a smile appears on your face when you see the wheels turn inside of Yeji's head. "I don't think I understand."

"Yes, you do," Yeji replies dryly. And with the certainty now back in her voice, it appears you've misjudged her.

When you remain silent for a few moments, Yeji eventually gives in and takes a quick, inconspicuous breath before looking up again. Her face is but inches from your own. "Have sex with me tonight."

It takes effort not to burst into laughter in response to such an absurd offer, and as a result, the amusement is probably pretty damn clear in the tone of your reply. "You're cute."

"I'm serious."

You look the girl in the eyes once more, leaning backwards. "You know how much trouble you could get into for trying something like this, right?"

Yeji's jaw clenches momentarily. "Yeah."

You gaze down along her body again. The skin on her thighs seems smooth and silky; definitely worth a closer inspection, and you would be lying if you said the knowledge of her dirty hook-ups didn't have your mind wondering about all the ways she might be willing to work her body in an attempt to sway you. You wonder if she likes it rough; likes having someone grab hold of those black locks of hers and yank her head back. Likes having a cock slammed down her throat. Your thoughts quickly go into a tailspin which has you imagining Yeji crawling towards you dressed up in nothing but skimpy lingerie, a hungry smile plastered across her face and a yearning desire to find out what sort of mess you could turn her into.

"So," you begin quietly. "I don't release an article about the K-pop star who keeps sneaking out into hotels to get herself fucked—and in exchange, I get to sleep with the K-pop star who keeps sneaking out into hotels to get herself fucked. Do I have that right?"

You see the embarrassment cross Yeji's features briefly, yet she still manages to bite out her reply with certainty: "Yes."

For some reason, even though she's been found out and forced into making such an absurd deal, she refuses to lower her gaze away from yours, almost daring you to judge her. You've seen her music videos online—goddamnit, everyone has—and she's sexy as hell. No one would deny that, and she looks stunning in that black dress of hers. It really compliments her figure. Legs go on for days, a toned physique and looking down the front of her dress as she leans into you, a pretty little pair of tits hidden somewhere in there as well.

"I've been propositioned before, you know, but usually that's to get their face on the front page, not off it." You cock your head at her. "How badly do you want this dropped, anyway?"

"What are you trying to say?"

You lean back slowly, deliberately, resting your shoulders against the seat as you feel Yeji's eyes study your every move. Despite the terrible lighting, you can tell she's biting her lip nervously. She's so close that the scent coming off her fills the air around you. It's a pleasant smell. One you wouldn't mind having all over your bed.

"I'll be blunt." Your eyes fall to her chest and you take note of how Yeji squirms under your stare. A tiny smile appears on your lips. "I'd love to fuck you. Hell, anyone in their right mind would love to fuck you. You're a very attractive girl, after all." You nod in her direction. "So, that part will happen if I agree to this deal of yours, however, there's one thing you haven't accounted for."

Yeji meets your stare. Her voice is low, yet resolute. "Which is?"

"You have no idea of whether or not I'm actually going to uphold my end of the bargain."

She pauses in silence and then moves her hand across the table, scooping up your drink and raising it to her full lips. As she knocks back the remainder, the way her slender neck stretches makes you wish you could wrap your hands around it.

The glass hits the table and Yeji licks her lips softly. The sight has you licking your own and for just a second, the both of you simply gaze at each other in silence, almost sizing each other up. Yeji finally shifts closer to you until she's right by your side. Her breasts press up against your shoulder and you feel her warmth on your arm.

One of her delicate hands lands gently in your lap and slides upwards onto your thigh where she starts to draw small circles with her fingertips. You wonder if she notices the slight hitch in your breath as she touches you. "We can go to your office. Sign a document. Legally binding. Non-disclosure. And agree to write a favourable piece about me. You can send out the request to your best columnist there and then. And then you can take me right there." Her words come out in soft whispers and her eyes dart over your face, trying to read your reaction.

Yeji is young and beautiful and she's clearly horny enough to get herself into this kind of mess. It doesn't come as too much of a surprise to you, then, when you feel a delicate fingertip trace over your crotch. "Take you?"

"On your desk. Over your desk," she elaborates shamelessly and with a hint of cheek in her voice. There's a smug expression on her face. She's enjoying herself but also relieved to be getting through to you. "However you want me."

"So, it's an exchange? A dirty deal done in the darkness?"

Yeji smirks. "I prefer to call it reciprocation."

-

Friday night in the office and it still has the passive hum of life, though not much of it. Cutting through the air is the loud clack of Yeji's high heels as she follows you silently past empty room after empty room. The interns putting in the long hours are all on the lower floors, giving you just enough discretion.

You glance back briefly at her before rounding the corner. Just like you had imagined, she seems rather timid now. Head held slightly down and glancing around the place, almost like she's embarrassed to be here with you.

Finally, you reach your private office near the far wall of the floor and wave Yeji inside. As you step up to your desk and turn, Yeji closes the door behind herself and watches you intently. The soft light in here gives you a much better opportunity to appreciate her.

"Come." You gesture her over while simultaneously logging into your PC.

It only takes a few simple clicks to bring up a basic confidentiality agreement which you proceed to edit. "As requested," you begin. "This agreement prohibits me from writing anything related to your numerous encounters with nameless men and women in various hotels throughout Seoul. Failure to abide by these terms enables you to take legal action against me and my firm to any extent deemed necessary."

She places her palms on the desk as you turn the monitor to show her. She reads it. You read here. Leaning forward has the front of her dress hang open a bit further. It's the first glance you get of her red bra underneath and the swell of her chest, just big enough for handfuls. She sees your wandering eyes, yet continues to scan the terms of the contract. It makes you curious if the idea of being looked at like some cheap slut turns her on. Maybe you should try referring to her as such. Would she object? Or encourage?

Yeji nods in approval and you click 'print'. She looks past you, watching it emerge from the machine.

"That's all we need," you say, never looking away from her. There's something mesmerising about her eyes. They're large, they're dark and they tend to draw you in. "Now I can't expose your whorish tendencies."

She looks offended momentarily. "Whorish?"

"Two months. Forty-two hotel visits were recorded. Thirty-five different partners." The chair rolls away as you push it back and stand up, towering over her frame. "Yes, you're fucking whorish, Yeji. Our research was thorough."

"I'm just having fun." She stops leaning on the desk. You both take a step in unison, beginning to round the desk while staring each other down. The moment feels tense. "There's nothing wrong with that."

"Oh, I agree completely."

Another step. Another inch towards each other.

"There's no shame in being a bit of a slut. An incredibly beautiful slut."

A third.

You're face to face. Those heels make her almost as tall as you, and you glance at Yeji's lips as the tip of her tongue suddenly darts out over them. The only sound between the two of you is your shared breathing. Yeji tilts her head back slightly and gazes into your eyes, waiting expectantly for you to act upon your desire. Waiting for you to throw her onto the desk and fuck the living shit out of her, just as she asked for.

You wait.

Her lower lip disappears beneath the bite of her teeth.

Wait.

A sudden flush rises up onto Yeji's cheeks, undoubtedly born from her frustration, but you don't miss the excitement hiding within it either. Then, Yeji takes another step forward, one which has you taking hold of her waist, pushing yourself hard up against her body.

Almost instantly, the pair of you go from hesitant to frantic, moving without a single word being spoken between either of you.

Your mouths meet in an open-mouthed kiss of heat, passion and impatience. There's a gasp coming from somewhere, a mixture of a moan as the two of you collide. It takes more willpower than expected not to shove your tongue down Yeji's throat as you feel hers slide against yours in an instant. Fingernails dig into your neck; not hard enough to leave marks, yet not soft enough to be mistaken as anything else than a woman showing what she wants. It's exactly what you wanted to do when you first saw her tonight.

She bites on your lip, sucks on it and goes straight back in. You grab hold of her tightly and shuffle her backwards towards the desk. You can barely restrain yourself. A groan rises up in the depths of your stomach when Yeji parts her legs slightly, welcoming your body in between them.

Every part of you tells you to bend her over and start hammering yourself into her, yet there's still one last detail you must attend to. You break free of Yeji's grasp and shove her roughly down onto your desk.

Her hair fans out around her head and her gaze looks darker somehow, more lustrous under this light. You follow her shape, down, over the bumps of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hips and then to the hem of her dress, where bare thigh begins again. She shudders under the weight of your stare. Legs falling apart, invitingly.

You feel Yeji tremble under your tender touch as you run your hand up the outside of her thigh and push up the fabric of her dress. The tips of your fingers bump along the rim of her underwear before reaching her hip where you trace shapes absentmindedly. She's smooth and silky everywhere.

"What is it?" Yeji asks breathlessly when you don't move for a few moments. Your attention remains firmly locked on that final detail. The thin lace material covering her cunt.

You look her dead in the eyes and curl your fingers around it. "Just wondering how many different people have had you like this."

The red lace is pulled aside. Yeji stares at you, seemingly taken aback by your bluntness as you lean down a little further and angle her leg to the side, letting cool air hit every inch of her bare sex. And it's a lovely sight, all things considered. Neat, trimmed and glistening wet. Your hand moves across her thigh to hold her in place. "Usually I'm on top," Yeji replies, finally regaining her confidence.

"You'd rather be riding me, huh?"

"Yes." Yeji's answer comes immediately. Your cock is stiffening already at the mere thought of having her small body bouncing in your lap as she rides your length like a bitch in heat.

She runs her own hands up her slender frame, feeling up the sides of her own waist, skirting around those perky tits and letting out the smallest whimper of anticipation as she caresses the side of her neck. Her eyelashes flutter with desire. It seems the girl enjoys being admired just as much as you enjoy admiring.

"Don't worry, you'll get to ride it soon enough." Slowly, you drag your middle finger up between her folds, making sure you put enough pressure down against the sweet little bud of nerves to make her arch her back at the sensation. A deep inhale catches itself in the back of Yeji's throat when you sink your fingertip inside of her, only for it to turn into a disappointed sigh when you withdraw.

She bites her lip in embarrassment, no doubt mortified that she couldn't keep quiet at such a simple action, although that doesn't stop you from repeating the movement, applying more pressure and then sinking further into her. This time you withdraw and then taste your finger curiously. If the sweet scent wafting off her wasn't enough indication, she tastes as good as she looks.

"How are you so wet already?" you ask. "All from thinking about getting railed over my desk, hmm?" You ask teasingly, lowering your mouth down closer to her pussy and holding your breath for a moment. You can feel the warmth coming off her.

"It's exciting."

"What, fucking a stranger?"

"Yes," Yeji says bluntly. She wets her lips. "There's nothing quite like giving yourself up to someone completely random."

Your hand slides down her calf and gently pulls off her heel. As soon as it hits the ground, it's replaced with a slow and tender kiss on the inside of her ankle. The skin is just as smooth and supple as the rest of her. From here you have a much better view of how her delicate little flower pulses in longing.

Your head dips and you suck hard on Yeji's inner thigh. You delight in the surprised yelp leaving her mouth as you rake your teeth over her soft skin, pulling at it before letting go. It leaves behind a lovely purple bruise which you blow cold air over, soothing the irritated skin. It makes you smile, knowing that mark will remain for a week, to be seen by whoever she fucks next.

"Do you get excited thinking about having me join the list of cocks pounding away at you?"

Without allowing Yeji time to think, your tongue finds her clit and starts drawing shapes around it. "Yes!" You hear her hiss. Your left arm reaches under her thigh and keeps her pinned down to the table while your right does the same, only giving your tongue freedom to dance over her wet cunt.

You sample her thoroughly, getting her used to the feeling of your warm tongue running over every part of her. You apply more pressure to your work once you notice Yeji bucking her hips upwards to grind against your mouth.

"Oh shit." Yeji is panting heavily now, gasping for breath whenever you pay special attention to her clit. Her thighs quiver every so often, tensing around your head. "Don't—don't stop."

Yeji has the nicest legs you've ever laid eyes on. The way they wrap tightly around your head, squeezing the air out of you when you suck down on her swollen clit, it feels heavenly.

Suddenly, Yeji's hips thrust forward, throwing your rhythm off momentarily.

"Mmm, oh—fuck," she whimpers as you feel her body shake and quiver underneath your touch. Your pace doesn't slacken even once throughout.

"Fuck," Yeji whines louder this time. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

Already?

You put more pressure on her hips, keeping them pinned down as best as possible, whilst your tongue attacks her with fervent desperation, spurred on by Yeji's declaration. As the seconds pass by, Yeji becomes more vocal, though not with her words—with her actions. Her breathing picks up noticeably. Soon it becomes short and ragged. Her chest heaves. Her fingers claw into the surface below her. Her spine curves beautifully and her lips hang open wide, allowing loud cries to escape her.

She practically sings out for you as her nails scratch at your desk, looking for something to hold on to, something to ground her. Her whole body tenses up for several moments.

Then it happens.

Her mouth opens up wide yet no sound comes out, her back arches almost unnaturally and her juices coat your chin. The silence hangs in the air, heavy, palpable as her walls contract in ecstasy. Then it's finally broken with a loud snap. One of her fake nails pops off and flies across the room as she grips too hard on the edge of the desk.

Then she moans. Guttural, wanton, unrestrained, absolutely filthy. It fills the room, reverberating back to you in a delicious chorus of hedonism and pleasure. She lies there limp with her eyes shut. Her mouth open. Panting heavily. Basking in the glow.

"So easily?" you ask quietly. Yeji takes a deep breath, trying to steady her heart rate. Your hands leave her hips, caressing her trembling flesh, sliding upwards, running up her dress and over the curve of her waist until you reach her shoulders. You tug the straps down the length of her arms and lean closer, pushing the soft material down to reveal the top of her matching red lingerie. Your hand cups the back of her head. She instinctively knows to lift it.

You lower your lips down to her collarbone as you reach behind her to unzip her dress. The sensation of your kisses against her neck draws another moan out of Yeji. A quiet one this time, however. Gentle. Contended.

You kiss upwards, planting several against the underside of her jaw and the corners of her lips. "I can't stop myself," she whispers, opening her eyes just in time for you to press your lips against hers, tasting the lingering sweetness in your mouth. She smiles.

"Let's get you out of that dress," you say and she nods in agreement. "Up," you order softly and Yeji complies, lifting herself high enough for you to pull the material down her waist and over the length of her thighs. It falls to the ground in a heap at her feet. All that remains is the expensive-looking red underwear set she chose for this occasion.

The two of you exchange looks. She bites her lip. She can see the burning lust raging within your eyes. You don't care if it gives the game away.

There's an absolutely wicked smile that draws across her lips as you start to unbutton your shirt. Her voice is all sultry seduction when she says, "I've been meaning to ask you, are you always swayed so easily?"

"Honestly? Not really," you respond calmly, watching how her eyes eagerly take in your torso as you shrug off your clothing. "Maybe there is something about you that's just..." you trail off, unsure of how to end the sentence.

Yeji sits up on the edge of the desk and throws her arms around your neck, dragging you in closer so that your bodies connect. You feel her lips press against your chest in soft kisses. A finger trails over your abdomen, drawing patterns over your skin before moving downwards. "Yes?"

"Different." Your belt is quickly undone and dropped alongside her dress. Nimble fingers begin unbuttoning your trousers. You run your hands through her hair, appreciating how silky it feels running through your fingers.

Yeji has her gaze focused between your bodies, on her hands as they push your jeans down to the floor and you notice the change in her breathing the moment she wraps her hand around your cock.

She kisses her way up to your neck where her lips tickle your skin as she mumbles: "In a good way?"

Yeji presses the flat of her palm against the base of your erection, rubbing slowly. Your head tilts backwards slightly and you allow yourself a low groan. There's a warm puff of air as she giggles quietly against your neck.

"In a great way," you answer.

"Good," she purrs, suddenly tightening her grip on you and giving you several deliberate strokes. You watch intently as Yeji runs her thumb over the tip of your dick, circling it a few times before continuing with her motions. She leans closer, wrapping her legs around your body and placing her mouth by your ear. "I know what I said earlier about loving to ride a cock and all that," her voice is filled with lust. Pure, unbridled desire. "But honestly? I'd do just about anything right now to have you fuck me against this desk."

And that does it for you.

All semblance of control vanishes entirely in a heartbeat.

You drag her from her perch, only to turn her around and push her right back against the desk. Yeji bends over the edge and places both her palms flat atop it. You watch her toned legs move apart as she spreads them invitingly. Your hand reaches out to rest on her ass.

Soft. Round. Supple. Just begging to be fucked. Your dick rests comfortably between her cheeks, which are covered by the flimsiest piece of lace you've ever seen. The pair of you groan together in anticipation at the sensation of feeling each other so intimately. The anticipation of what is soon to come.

"You want me to fuck you, huh?" you ask.

Yeji turns her head to look at you, dark strands of black hair hanging before her beautiful, desperate eyes. "Please."

She waits expectantly as you move back just enough to hook your fingers into her underwear and pull them down slowly, revealing the pretty little cunt you had tasted earlier. The desk is ever so slightly too tall for her, and her long legs stretch to rest on her tiptoes.

You run your hand down between Yeji's pert cheeks, delighting in the gasp of relief leaving her mouth as you cup her heat. Your fingers slip through her slick, coating themselves with her natural arousal before one sinks inside effortlessly. You push it deep, drawing a content sigh from her lips as your digit bottoms out.

A second follows shortly after and she clenches hard around the pair of them.

"Your cock," Yeji demands. You curl your fingers inside of her, delighted by how she struggles to speak when you graze her weak spots. "Want it..."

"But this is fun," you state simply, continuing to explore every inch of her, learning which places cause the biggest reactions and relishing in her quiet hums of satisfaction every time you stimulate them. You'd be lying if you said it didn't make your cock pulse with the need to be inside her. That warm wetness wrapped snugly around your fingers would feel downright amazing around you.

Yeji wriggles her body, pressing her ass against you and whimpering as your digits push inside again. "Please... your cock." Your eyes drop from the beauty bent over in front of you and focus instead on the sight of your fingers disappearing repeatedly between those gorgeous legs. How her muscles clench and her toes curl against the carpet with each and every motion of your digits inside her. She looks ready. She feels ready.

"Well, seeing as you're asking so nicely—"

You slip your fingers out. The whine of loss from Yeji barely has time to fade as you grab hold of her ass with both hands, spread it out, line yourself up with her cunt and sink inside without hesitation. Fuck it. Why go slow?

"Oh god," Yeji moans as your hips meet. Her knuckles turn white as she claws at the surface of the desk in an effort to cope with the feeling of fullness that she's clearly experiencing right now. Her eyes widen and she bites hard into the back of her lip as her cunt stretches around you, accommodating you perfectly. She exhales deeply.

It's all worth it—the workplace compromise. This moment right here where your thick cock rests deep inside of Hwang Yeji's warm, wet cunt. Finally. And holy fucking hell—it's everything you could've ever asked for.

"I knew you'd feel so fucking good," you murmur, trailing your hands up Yeji's slender figure, feeling her back tense slightly when she lets out a small moan of agreement. Your fingers tangle into her long hair, wrap it around your fist, give a harsh tug to pull her head backwards, earning a sharp intake of air—and then you start rutting your hips into hers. Long, forceful strokes fill the air with repeated claps of skin slapping against skin.

The choked moans which tumble from Yeji's lips are music to your ears, encouraging you to keep her pinned down against your desk with a strong hand on the small of her back. Your fingertips press into her flawless skin hard enough to bruise, yet neither of you cares—not when there are far more important matters to attend to. Namely, pounding Yeji's brains out and filling her tight little pussy with ropes of hot cum.

So, you pick up your pace, quickening the tempo and making sure each thrust of your hips goes harder than the previous. Her mouth hangs open in a silent scream with each movement of your body against hers. Every slap of your hips against her ass elicits a reaction.

You're already addicted to her. Everything about Yeji makes you want to hold nothing back, and as you pull yourself out only to slam back inside her depths, you can't help but notice the absolute debauchery dripping from her words when she begs: "Harder. Fuck me harder."

And who are you to refuse her request? She looks incredible anyway, but seeing her eyes screw shut in bliss while a strand of saliva escapes past her open mouth? Nothing would convince you to let up now.

The constant clatter of objects rattling and shifting across the surface of your desk adds a nice soundtrack to the experience. So do the increasingly frequent moans spilling freely from Yeji's lips, each one higher-pitched than the last. They spur you on. Give you the incentive to chase after her pleasure.

And then you feel the telltale clamping down of her walls around you. Your cock is held tightly in her warmth, refusing to relinquish its grasp on you until you've filled her with cum. Until you've pumped your load deep inside of her wanting cunt. You know it's coming and you adjust accordingly. Forcing yourself to maintain rhythm as you pound her pussy into submission.

You yank on her hair and tug her upwards, forcing her back to crash against your torso. You bring your other hand to her chest, sliding beneath the fabric of her bra to cup at her tit. Her hands desperately search for but fail to find, purchase on the desk. She's helplessly suspended between your grasp and your cock as she cums. Helpless to do anything except take it. Take what she's given.

An indecent series of shrieks and wails erupts from somewhere deep within her chest as Yeji's body seizes up and convulses violently against yours. It sets you off. You bury yourself hilt-deep inside of her and explode. Your vision goes blurry, your toes curl, your jaw clenches shut and your teeth grind painfully together.

It takes everything within you not to collapse forwards on top of the girl you're filling to the brim, instead relying solely on the strength of your grip to stay upright as your cock jerks erratically inside of her, pulsating again and again, releasing stream after stream of creamy spunk deep into her.

As soon as the world stops spinning and the fog starts clearing from your mind, you're met with the sight of Hwang Yeji trying desperately to regain any semblance of control over her own body as well. She's slumped atop your desk, panting heavily, her body twitching occasionally.

You lean down, peppering a gentle trail of kisses down the side of her neck, stopping briefly at the space just below her ear where you whisper, "You look stunning like this."

It takes Yeji several seconds before she manages a reply. She eventually opens her eyes halfway and gives you an exhausted smile. "Like what?"

"Sweaty. Thoroughly used. Filled to the fucking brim."

Your comment draws a faint giggle from her which ends abruptly the moment you drag yourself backwards, slipping your softening cock out of her cunt along with the rush of semen that spills from her and trickles onto your desk.

"Oh god," Yeji mutters as the mess slips from between her legs. She pushes herself up from her prone position and lifts herself off your table, leaving behind a lovely sticky patch where her crotch had rested. You stumble towards your chair and plop down on it, resting your back against the cool leather whilst admiring Yeji's flushed features.

"I still haven't gotten to ride your cock yet."

"I don't know if I—"

Yeji drops to her knees in front of you and grabs the base of your shaft without a second thought, squeezing it lightly and causing it to stiffen slightly. "Well I do," she declares.

She leans closer.

You catch sight of your reflection in her dark brown eyes just before Yeji extends her tongue, running it carefully over the sensitive skin of your cock before planting a wet kiss against the tip. Then she does it again. And again. The movements become a pattern until, suddenly, you're enveloped by the heat of Yeji's mouth.

"Ah," you gasp as she takes you. So sensitive to the touch of her tongue as it swirls around you. She hums approvingly at your reaction and slides deeper, taking your semi-erect cock further into her mouth as she continues to suck you off. Her head bobs slowly up and down, gradually coaxing you back to life until she slips you out from between her lips with a pop.

"That got you hard fast enough." Yeji grins. She stands up straight, and then your jaw falls open slightly at the sight of Yeji reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. It falls to the ground in slow motion. Delicate pale skin stretches beautifully over perky breasts topped with cute pink nipples. God damn.

Yeji straddles your lap, trapping your body underneath hers. It doesn't take much to push you inside. To have her slide down the length of your shaft once again. She sits still for a few seconds, grinding her hips subtly against yours whilst biting on her lower lip. "Fuck, this feels good." She rotates her hips in little circles. "Feel that? I'm still full of your cum."

The pace is slower now. You're content to sit back, listen to the sounds of wet, sloppy sex filling the office air, and watch how her beautiful features contort with pleasure when your cock scrapes against a weak spot. There's something incredibly arousing about having such a famous idol sitting in your lap, fucking herself silly on your dick alone. She uses it like a toy to chase after her own pleasure.

One of her hands laces itself into your hair, tugging on it harshly. You retaliate with equal ferocity by sinking your fingers into Yeji's plump ass. It earns you a wonderful hiss of approval which comes accompanied by a tight squeeze around your shaft as her free hand moves down between your bodies and furiously rubs at her clit.

It's not long before you realise that she's close, and judging by her frantic behaviour, you figure she isn't looking to make it last longer.

Yeji whimpers cutely. Her head falls backwards, exposing her perfect neck. An expanse of unblemished, untouched skin that simply demands to be marked. Claimed. Taken.

And so you lean forwards, place your mouth on the soft skin and start sucking on it, nipping at the supple flesh. You feel her tighten around you instantly.

"Oh god!" She cries out. Yeji tries to bounce in your lap but fails miserably. She's no longer in control of her body. All she can do is quiver, cry out, and gasp in ecstasy as another orgasm surges through her. It's nowhere near as powerful as the previous two. Instead, it's drawn out. Lasting longer and keeping her moaning throughout.

When it's over and done with, you release your hold on her neck. In return, her exhausted head comes to rest against your shoulder. Her hot pants hit your cheek as she lay there limply against your frame.

"Too much?" you tease and Yeji scoffs. You give her a gentle spank and ask, "That's all you've got?"

"Just catching my breath."

She puts action to word immediately and picks herself back up. There's a determination etched all over her face as she brings both arms to rest on your shoulders, locking you in place and supporting herself on top of you. The expression she wears leaves little room for misinterpretation; this one is yours.

Yeji begins riding you again. Slowly at first, letting herself grow accustomed to the sensation of being filled again. Then faster. Harder. Using your cock to fuck herself on. Taking charge once more. You happily allow her to have it. Glad to let the beautiful starlet do whatever the fuck she wants with your body. Relishing the fact that you're balls-deep inside of her and she loves every inch of you.

"I need it," Yeji whines, slamming herself down on top of you again and again, her soft ass smacking against your thighs repeatedly. Her hair billows wildly around her, sticking to her sweaty skin, flying every which way without rhyme or reason, driven mad by her insatiable desire to keep on going. She keeps saying things under her breath, nonsensical at best, unintelligible at worst.

But her efforts get results. As much as you want to prolong the moment forever, your body can only handle so much. Pleasure courses through your veins like electricity, setting alight every nerve ending within your body until finally, you feel that familiar heat rise from somewhere deep within.

Yeji must sense it because she suddenly kicks it up yet another notch, crying out incoherently as she drops down on your shaft once more, twice more—a third time sends you toppling over the edge. You grip her hips tight, digging your fingertips deep into her flesh as your cock pulses powerfully inside of her cunt, painting her walls white.

She drags it out. Uses gravity to force you as deep inside as possible, allowing every single drop to spill inside of her again. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull as you grunt loudly. Any coherent thought becomes impossible as you cum.

Once more, it takes several moments before you come back down from the clouds. When reality sets in again, Yeji is still straddled atop your lap, watching you with an amused grin stretching from ear to ear. You're left with nothing else to do except admire how her flushed cheeks accentuate her gorgeous features even further.

"I know. I know," she says while stroking your cheek. "I'm amazing."

"You're trouble," you correct breathlessly.

She rolls her eyes at your choice of words and then glances downwards. You follow her gaze just in time to see her raise herself off your spent member, allowing several thick strands of cum to dribble from her cunt and onto your leg. You both share a brief laugh at how filthy it looks before Yeji clambers off you and steps away, leaving you completely bare whilst she reaches down to retrieve her panties.

"No," you blurt out immediately. Your interjection catches her attention and she halts mid-motion, quirking an eyebrow curiously.

"No?"

"You can leave them."

She gives you a knowing look but acquiesces anyway, stepping aside and grabbing her dress instead. "Disgusting," she winks with a coy smirk.

[karaeilishh]

𝜗𝜚 dinner b. eilish

stepmom!billie x fem!reader

cw: smut, age gap (b is 30/r is 18-19)

"darling, you're a sorceress" your father's voice echoes throughout the spacious kitchen as he finishes his share of dinner. a kind smile spreads across his face as he stands up from the table, giving billie a gentle kiss on the top of her head. your stomach twists at the sight. 

the man places the plate and the glass of cherry juice in the sink, adjusting his tie, which he still has on from work. "i need to finish up some business at the home office. i love you, my girls, but please don't bother me until tomorrow" he smiles, heading for the stairs to the second floor "and not a sound" 

your eyes roll back as your father finally leaves. he's been annoying you with his mere existence lately. maybe because you're fucking with his wife? 

"you look tense, honey" her gentle gaze puts all your thoughts back in place, but your face is still written with displeasure. you get up to clear all the dirty dishes from the table and put them in the sink. “it’s okay.”

the warm water warms your hands in just a few seconds, your icy fingertips thawing. thoughts drifting through your mind about how only your father has the legal right to touch your billie. it was so wrong, but she was yours. at least during the moments when it was just the two of you.

“angel, you know i don’t like it when you act like a child.” her warm, strong hands settle on your waist, lifting your t-shirt slightly to get to your skin. the sensation is subtle, but so electrifying. she always had this effect on you.

“you’re not my mother to tell me how to behave.” your disrespectful attitude continues until she moves your hair to her right shoulder and you feel her lips leaving wet kisses on your neck. you instantly forget about the dishes you were trying to wash, turning off the water. "billie—"

she cuts you off, sinking her teeth into your soft skin, leaving a mark only she can see when she’ll take you from behind, tugging and grabbing your hair. "are you jealous again, my little dove?"

her mocking tone only makes you blush harder, lowering your head down to look at your waist where her hands caressed your skin. "my poor baby"

billie pulls you back towards the dining table until your lower back hits the dark wood. you look at her questioningly. "i'm so hungry you know..."

in literally a second, your shorts and panties are around your ankles.

"you can feed me, right, my little love?" her lustful gaze almost makes you cum. her fingers take the glasses off her face, putting them somewhere on the table. your body temperature rises as she lifts your shirt, making your tits jump out from under the tight fabric. 

"you're so beautiful" her mouth drops to your chest, leaving a wet trail of her tongue on the space between your breasts. her hands greedily grab the pale skin, squeezing and caressing. you melt under her fingertips. "bil—mommy.."

you instantly blush as the nickname slips out of your mouth. it was unexpected, but billie just smiled, looking at you from under her eyelashes. she slowly sank to her knees, covering the inside of your thigh with kisses. "call me that again when i make you cum all over my face."

a nasal smile graces her face before you feel her tongue sliding over your pussy, collecting the moisture. she moans at the taste. "fuck, baby, i could become addicted to this.."

your legs end up on her shoulders, your heels digging into her back as she devours you like she's been starving for years. her tongue fucks you so perfectly as she thrusts it into your hole at a rapid pace. "more, please—need you!"

she flicks her tongue against your clit, eliciting a soft whine from your lips. her fingers slide easily into you, causing you to throw your head back, trying to stifle your moans. 

“watch me while i fuck you,” she growls, using her other hand to tangle in your hair and tug until your teary eyes are once again attached to her face. it was almost impossible to look at her, that slutty smile was sending you through hell. “mind your manners, okay, princess?” 

you nod a few times, not breaking eye contact as her mouth is back between your legs, lips wrapped around your sensitive clit, and you have to cover your mouth with your hand to keep from making any unnecessary sounds. it’s torture for both of you that you have to be quiet.

her nails dig into your thigh as she becomes almost insatiable, eating you alive. billie knew your body so well that it didn’t take her long to bring you close to the edge.

“m—mommy! i’m so close, please” your whines make her moan against your pussy, sending vibrations throughout your body. it feels unreal.

"cum. now" her voice is muffled by your flesh in her mouth, but you hear the permission perfectly. you have to bite your hand to somehow hold back your moans as your body shakes. her face is covered in your cum in seconds, and she hums contentedly.

billie gets carried away, so you have to grab her hair and pull her away from you, earning a frustrated groan from her. "that's rude of you"

she looks sexy, with her chin dripping with your cum.

"i need you to sit on my face, honey. i love the taste of you too much"

you don't have to think about your answer for more than a second, jumping off the table and heading for the bedroom. the bedroom billie shared with your dad.

well, he should've held her tighter.

tags — @chrissv4mp, @hkkuugu, @sweet3nerrr, @krosep, @stonerfromlesbos, @loveyoumatthewbernard, @47lake @ohdoyoustillcry, @bilsdillldough, @n0vabug, @bxllxebxtch, @hopingforgoodblogs, @meliciousmel13, @mybluebossanova @sturnsmia, @maafe19 @amara-eilish @tativi

[dtchloedecker]

Chloe nodded at his answer. She felt a slight twinge of jealousy, but it immediately faded away when she reminded herself that Lucifer was here in her bed and not with Eve now. But, then she saw the shame on his face. "Hey, no," she rested her hands on his shoulders. "None of that. There's at least a twelve hour distance between now and then, right? Because we didn't get to the crime scene until nine, so unless you went into the evidence closet or something during the day..." And then she realized how dumb that sounded because Lucifer pretty much chased Eve around the bullpen because she was touching almost everything and wound up having to set her up at an empty desk so she could draw to keep her occupied and that was most of the day with the exception of visiting Pony Boy and Tiernan.

Chloe sighed. "You're not going to like this, but I can't..." Why was she so nervous? Why was she always afraid he was going to leave her? "Whatever this-" She gestured between the two of them "-is....I want....I do want to see where this goes, but..." Why was this so hard? Oh, right because she was afraid he would walk away from her. "I need to take things slow. And it's not because of your answer. That was always going to be the plan because....every time we've gotten this close, something pulls us apart. The first time, you ran away to Vegas and came back married to a stripper. The second time, I went to Rome and came back with an evil priest and tried to send you back to Hell." She winced. Why did she have to say that? "And in between there was always someone else that you'd prefer to....spend time with. Yes, that's a euphemism. So...I just...I need to protect myself, you know?"

Chloe started twisting her fingers nervously. "Also, you JUST broke up with Eve," she continued. "Most of the day you two were pretty much into each other. Then, I blow up and suddenly, just like that, you realize that you're actually NOT happy with her and then you break up. Tomorrow, you could wake up and realize that you actually DO want to be with her and today was just a fluke."

Chloe was yammering at this point, but she still had more to say because there were things that she felt like he needed to consider. "Thing is, Lucifer, I'm not Eve," she said, not realizing how sad she sounded. "I'm not Candy. I'm not one of the Britneys. I'm not a party girl and I don't do orgies, and I don't share. I don't even like the thought of it. I’m a cop. I’m a single mom. I’m boring Chloe Decker who’s in bed by eleven and can’t hold her liquor, and that's never going to change. I'm not a top hat. I'm a shoe. I don't think you've thought about that. Also..." She swallowed. "After what I did, I don't...I don't see how you can trust me after what I did. I know you forgive me, but that doesn't mean you trust me and I know I have to earn it. So, I understand that you need to protect yourself, too. But, you shouldn't be jumping into anything. You really need to think about what you want."

She felt tired after all of that, but also felt a bit lighter. "That being said," she moved closer to him. "While I don't want to have sex tonight, I don't exactly want to stay where we are either." She cradled his face and kissed him again only this time instead of pulling away, she pressed closer, deepening the kiss, and stopped when she needed air and leaned her forehead against his, silently letting him know that she was letting him be the one to decide if they were going to stop or keep going.

@lucifermorningstxr

Lucifer understood good and well the hesitation Chloe was feeling about everything after all that they'd been through, and while he respected it and even largely shared the same sentiments, he was more confident in them than ever before. If they were meant to do their damnedest to make it work between them, somehow, some way, they wouldn't be here together now. Even so, such a privilege was not to be abused, so Lucifer was more conscious of Chloe's body language than he'd ever been of anyone else's ever. So even as bombastic as the kiss was, no matter how badly he wanted every inch of her inside and out, forever and always, when she pulled back, as natural as it was, so did he, ever so gently. Not so gentle was the question his human posed next. It wasn't a pleasant one to answer, but the Devil understood it was a necessary one, and he could only answer honestly. "This morning, Detective..." He was a bit embarrassed by his answer, ashamed even, as he knew damn well he was squashing any and all chances of them going anywhere tonight, and likely tainting the moment they'd just had, but his honesty was a constant, and he wasn't going to start lying now, especially with his human and how far the pair had come. His gaze maintained hers, and he awaited her reply with an honesty in his eyes matching the moment.

[asmutwriter]

First Christmas (Dean x F!Reader)

DESCRIPTION: It's your first time celebrating Christmas since dating Dean. Lets just say he takes it very seriously.

A/N - Merry Christmas everyone! Hope you all have a good Christmas/solstice/Wednesday and enjoy some Dean fluff to help you celebrate

WORD COUNT: 972

One Shots / 'You Saved Me'

WARNINGS: established relationship, fluff with a light tone of more fluff

DISCLAIMERS

This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

This story is based after the events of my series 'You Saved Me' (a Supernatural fan fiction) which I'd recommend reading before or after reading this

You roll over. Hand going to where Deans chest should be. Emphasis on the 'should'. You wink an eye open. The bed next to you completely empty. You give a small grumble. Unsure of what the time was but knowing it was way to early to be getting out of bed. Rubbing your eyes as you sit up. Squinting to see if he was in the room at all. It was dark outside. The only light coming into your room was that of the nights sky.

Not able to distinguish a figure you decide he's not in there. Reaching and grabbing for your phone to check the time. 4:07am. You were right. Way too early to be getting out of bed. You give another loud huff. Throwing the covers from your body before swinging your legs out from the warmth of your duvet.

The usual light in the hall was still on. You always had the one outside the girls room on. In case they needed the loo during the night then they could find their way to the correct place with minimal bumping into things. You could see the vague glow illuminating the upstairs corridor and falling into the hall down here. You look to the end of the hallway. Noting the light on in the living area.

Making your way sleepily down. Entering the room you see Dean sat at the dining room table. His gaze glancing up as he watches some cartoon on TV he has on in the living room. Muted with the subtitles on as to not disturb you or your daughters upstairs.

"Dean?" you whisper his name. He quickly turns to face you at hearing your voice. Turning back as he moves the wrapping he was using to hide the objects on the table. Paying the items no mind as you tiredly look at him. "What are you doing up at 4 in the morning?" He stands. Giving you a small cheeky smile as he glances downwards before looking back up at you.

"Well..." he coughs slightly. Looking back up. Trying and failing to act cool at the question. "I realised its Christmas in two days and I hadn't wrapped up the gifts I have for you or the girls... I decided to do it tonight as I know we'll likely be up late tomorrow and I won't have time but I wanted to do it before the morning so I could hide them properly". You smile at the cuteness of his notion. Going over to him you rest a hand onto his upper arm. Looking up into his green eyes as he looks down towards you.

"That is incredibly sweet". You take in a small breath. "If you want to wrap presents up then you can do it in the day. Say you need to borrow the bedroom or something and take everything into there. It saves you getting up at this time in the morning to do wrapping for us".

"But you or Anna or Lydia might suspect what I'm doing and try and look". You give a small chuckle. Nodding as you keep his steady gaze.

"I get what you mean about the girls". You scratch your head. Looking downwards slightly. Stroking down the hair your just dishevelled. Not that it overly mattered due to your already existing bed head. Looking back up at him. Giving a soft smile. "Have you wrapped everything up for me?" He gives you a blank look. Obviously saying no without the word coming from his mouth. You nod. "Ok". you go over to the kitchen. Continuing to speak as you walk to a drawer. "How about-" Grabbing out a plastic bag. Shutting the drawer shut again. Softly as to try and remain quiet so you don't wake the girls. He tries and shields your eyes from the gifts behind him with his body. Exaggerating his arms outwards. You walk back over to him. Holding the bag towards him.

"Put everything for me into here". He looks at the bag then back at you. Gently taking it from your grasp. You turn your back. Covering your hands over your eyes. Hearing shuffling as he moves everything in. A minute passes. Feeling him lightly tap your shoulder. Taking that as your cue to turn ack around and uncover your eyes. Which you do. A very noticeable bag shoved under the table but you pay it no attention. You never did have the desire to find out your presents were before you got them. "Can I look now?" he nods. Moving out your way. Seeing a few gifts already wrapped. Names scribbled into them. Smiling as you see ones for your children. You pick up the newspaper from the table. Raising your brow at him. He gives a sheepish smile. A small exhale of a laugh leaving his lips as he looks almost embarrassed.

"I couldn't find any proper paper". You give a laugh. Putting the paper back down as you go into the hallway and to the stairs. Going into the cupboard beneath it. Turning the small overhead light on as you try and locate the items you want. Smiling at your success. Grabbing out the festive paper and fancy labels. Going back over to the table and plopping them down. "You are a life saver". You laugh. Picking up a stuffed Olaf toy. Moving him to face Dean. Raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Let me guess. Anna?" He nods.

"She told me that she loves that movie and that Olaf is her favourite character so I'm not going to judge" he takes the toy from you. Whispering to the stuffed creature. "You're beautiful". Kissing the top of his little stuffed head. You smile.

"You're ridiculous" you playfully point out. Picking up other items and starting to wrap them.

TAGS: @sojuxxi

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

ALIBI

Pairings: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Wife!reader Summary: based on the song 'Alibi' by Sombr. Warnings: mention of crying.

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11:35 pm

Eddie was buzzed.

another show of the tour was done, and he was finally able to go home to you- well..not home- but the hotel you guys were staying at

Eddie refused to go on tour without you.

there was no way Eddie was going to leave you for 6 months, so of course you said yes when he asked you to join.

it was such a great show tonight, so he was definitely excited to just relax with you and talk about it.

you were usually there but you had been feeling a little under the weather this morning, not caring to miss one show out of around 50 in the states.

it was a dream, Eddie had everything he ever wanted right in his hands.

you, the band, the fans, the money, the love.

but oh you. you were his favourite.

so he stumbled to get into his room, the few bottles of alcohol and joint that he had shared with a few people backstage getting to him.

he's buzzed

he bid the band goodnight before opening his door.

he put the door key in the dish and shimmed out of his jacket, reading the clock on the wall.

11:43 pm

he wouldn't be surprised if you were asleep, sickness will do that to ya, right?

but the slight shuffle and the lights turned on said otherwise.

he walked down the hallway and turned the corner, seeing you up, suitcase on the bad, unpacking something things.

though you weren't unpacking, he just didn't realise that yet

Eddie's tired voice called out to you "hey, sweetheart"

you ignored him.

that's when he heard it.

11:45 pm

A sniffle.

he stalked towards you. arms outstretched as he reached for you

he hadn't even taken his shoes off yet.

his arms had just reached your waist when you pushed him off.

that's when he saw it.

11:46 pm

a tear.

"are you alright, honey?" he reached up to swipe the tear away with his thumb, but you beat him to it, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand

"tonight was a good show, wish you could have been there" Eddie blinked

he wasn't sure what was going on, but he had to tell you about the show, he knew how proud you were of him and his success.

you had turned away to the little wardrobe that was open.

you took a few pieces of clothing hung up and took them off their hooks, folding them neatly.

you were spending another few days there, so Eddie was trying to figure out what you were doing.

"honey?" he moved closer to you again. watching you tilt you head, feeling queasy just at the thought of him touching you

the metalhead frowned, dropping his hands.

it was silent for a moment, the only thing to be heard was the folding of clothes

but Eddie really frowned when he noticed you putting a specific outfit in your case.

he pulled it out, his eyebrows furrowing deeply

"I thought you were wearing this tomorrow night" he spoke softly

you snatched it out of his hands

"i'm not going" you mumbled.

that's when he looked down

11:49 pm

you were wearing shoes. not slippers or slides that you normally wear before bed, you were wearing a pair of sneakers.

and you weren't even wearing any pj's.

instead, your body was clothed in jeans and a dark green sweater

"where are you going?" Eddie dared to ask.

he wasn't buzzed anymore

you couldn't even be bothered to fold the clothes anymore, all you did was take them out of the little drawer or off the hook and shove them, pushing them down so they would fit

you were holding back a sob when he reached out again

when his rough fingertips burned your skin as he held your hand

Eddie watched as your body shook once, then twice, then continuing to shake as you cried

Eddie wrapped his arms around you, trying to keep you upright as your legs began to buckle but you shrugged him off

"leave me alone" you said, that was the loudest you've been all night

you had been sitting alone for an hour or two, trying to hold back your tears, but seeing him in front of you, it makes you want to stay.

10:27 pm

the phone rung 5 times,

ring, ring, ring, ring, ring

before something picked up

"hello?" Gareth had said on the other side

you smiled "Hi Gareth, it's me. just wondering how the show went"

there were a few cheers in the background before he replied

"yeah, it was great, wish you were there, biggest crowd yet" he chuckled

"I know, me too, Is Eddie there?" you questioned hopefully

it was a longer pause this time, Gareth holding his breath from the other side of his phone

"yeah, yeah...uh.. about that... we saw him go into his room a few minutes ago.. with uh- with a couple of um" He paused, Gareth doesn't want to be the one to say it, but he knows he should "with a couple groupies.."

"oh." you hummed.

Eddie had always turned down any groupie

but as soon as you didn't go to one show, he had a whole pile of them ready

you hung up

was that really the way you go out?

you never would have guessed Eddie of all people to do that

it made sense, so much sense that you had chuckled dryly as you leaned against the headboard of the hotel bed.

all rockstars are the same, every single one of them had to get off. relationship or not, it seemed to never be enough for them, right?

you thought he had mostly everything a rockstar does, drugs, alcohol, the hair, the reputation.

he had always said you were it for him. you were the only one for him and that was it. but as soon as you turn your back, he stabs it.

how could he?

11:50 pm

he held onto your arm as you walked past him

"Why are you leaving?" Eddie murmured.

He was confused, more confused than he's ever been.

tears were streaming down your face as your body shook

you lip wobbled as you tried to talk "I didn't think you'd ever do that to me, Eds" you wept "I really didn't"

"d-do what? what did I do this time?"

you shook your head "the second I don't go to a show you have a whole bunch of groupies on you... I get that you're a rockstar but that's still cheating"

Eddie's face dropped, cheat on you? no- no, no, no he would never

"I- I didn't-" he started before you cut him off

"-I called you, Gareth called and told me you went off with some groupies..."

his head shook vigorously "no- no, no I didn't- I would never- we- I, all I did was share a joint with them- Baby I would nev-"

"Rockstars don't just share a joint was groupies, Eds!"

he knew how that might have looked- sounded, but he swears on his life.

the band was celebrating a great show and everyone was cheering backstage

he pulled out a few joints and offered them to a few people, but the manager had rolled his eyes and told Eddie to do it in his room, so that's where everyone went to his room

so, he may be a little drunk, and high but even wasted Eddie would never do that to you, and his heart tightens at the thought of you thinking he would

in this moment Eddie can feel the world spinning.

all he did was share a joint or two, the only person who got laid tonight by a groupie was Jeff, and Eddie would know because they were all prancing on him before Eddie gagged, telling them to do it somewhere else.

A few tried to get themselves on Eddie as they all left but he specifically remembers telling them 'I'm off limits, girls. reserved for one lady and one lady only" he had smirked, waving his ring on his finger

he remembers the pout on their lips before running out to follow jeff, leaving Eddie all alone with one passed out groupie, a bottle of something in her hand, he had shaken his head and gotten up, leaving his room when he saw Gareth hanging up the phone on the wall

He thought about calling you- but before he could reach the phone his manager had dragged him alone to meet someone 'special' a man who was interested in blah blah blah.

"I did! Jeff can tell you! I'll go get Jeff right now!" Eddie stepped away to quickly leave but you yelled at him

"EDWARD STOP!" he stopped in his tracks; you don't yell at him. he turned back.

11:53 pm

"Cheat on me, don't cheat on me, I don't care!" you started

he noticed everything about you in this moment

your dishevelled hair, getting in your face.

your eyes red, puffy from crying.

tears staining your flushed cheeked.

your slumped shoulders, probably from the late hour and lack of energy.

the white knuckled that wrapped around the handle of the suitcase

the tremble in your frame.

the plush pink of your lips quivering

his nose slightly flared as you stared at him

that's when the first tear rolled down his cheeks

it's been 2 months, which, in the moment felt like forever, but standing here, right now, it went by so quick.

it's been 2 months on the tour so far and Eddie thought it was going great.

he thought you were having fun.

it's been 2 months on the tour so far and you couldn't do any more of it.

you weren't having any fun.

the whole time you've been watching him on stage, being loved by so many people that that's all he seemed to care about, that's all he would boast about.

he said it made him so powerful, on stage in front of hundreds, thousands of people that cheered his name.

the crowd had taken him away from you.

you thought that backstage it would be different, but as soon as he ran off stage, he would brush past you, high fiving everyone and completely ignore you

you would follow him back to his room, but he would shut the door before you could make it

he didn't even notice you anymore.

Eddie didn't even realise he was doing this

he thought you were having fun.

but you were having the worst time of your life.

groupies would look you up and down and huff, silently asking 'why is she here?" "Who even is she?"

while the manager would just push you out of the way and say 'you're in the way'

when Eddie asked you to go with him, he said it would the best experience, that he'd show you the world, bring you on stage and show the world you're his

you never expected the latter, but you didn't get anything you promised

you had been there since the very beginning, but you have a feeling you wouldn't be there for the end, and the be honest, you didn't want to be there anymore.

you just didn't fit into his life anymore.

and you have to accept that.

this wasn't a part of the plan. Eddie had thought to himself.

what is happening?

what is going on?

where are you going?

why are you going?

"I don't want to be here anymore, and it's clear that you don't want me here either" you spoke gently

another shake of the head "that's not true...I want you here, I'll always want you, honey"

all Eddie can hope for is that you believe his words, his truth.

he does want you here. but maybe he's been too caught up in other things to actually be with you while you're with him

the rockstar doesn't know what he can do, you're too far in your own head and belief that he doesn't know if he can change your mind

you're the love of his life. his wife. he wants you with him throughout everything

but maybe he hasn't made you feel a part of everything.

which is true, you feel like he's running so fast in life you can't catch him anymore.

and you're so tired to keep chasing and chasing and chasing after him.

he loved you, oh how he loved you. you could both sit in silence and not say a word to each other, and he could still feel the love.

but maybe you couldn't

you would do anything for him, without a hesitation, if it was for him or his benefit, you would do it in a heartbeat.

and he used to. but would he now

Eddie's heart was heavy in his chest as you walked past him

he panted, trying to catch his breath as he felt himself start to panic

what would he do without you?

what would he do with himself

the strings in his heart started to break, the pang in his chest started to make him cry and he followed you out.

12:00 am

he walked out of the hotel room.

maybe he took it too far.

the only way he could mend these strings are if you could hear his alibi.

but he doesn't have one

he called out to you

again, and again, and again.

but it was like you were running too fast for him that he couldn't reach

there was a taxi out the front, the wheels of your suitcase of the wet concrete echoing in his ears we he chased after you.

the rain was heavy. and the water droplets had fallen in his eyes, mixing with the salty tears that rolled down his cheeks

you had opened the Taxi door when he reached you

12:08 am

"Please, please don't do this. just stay... stay with me, you belong with me" he pleaded desperately.

he's never prayed for anything, but God how he prayed you'd follow him back inside.

he would pull you into an embrace, trying to keep you warm, he'd kiss you all over your wet face and he'd lay you down in the bed, whispering things he'd left unsaid for a while.

"I may belong to you, Eddie, but you... you belong to the crowd" you sniffled.

he shook his head once more.

"No, no, I belong with you, to you. I- I love you. so much. please just come back inside... we'll talk about this, ok?" he stoked your cheek, nodding his head

his smile was sad and tight, his eyes heavy and sore from crying.

his lips quivering.

you were as beautiful as the day he met you, all those years ago.

you've always been beautiful

you'd always be beautiful to him.

you closed your eyes, sighing

he's losing you.

he can't lose you.

Eddie can't breathe, not you reach for your left hand and twist the wedding and engagement rings on your finger

his heart stopped and broke in that exact moment.

his whole life with you had flashed right before his eyes

this isn't how your story is supposed to end.

he wishes you could go for a late-night drive one more time

you'd fall asleep on his shoulder just one more time

wake you up your place just one more time

he could say 'see you tomorrow' just one more time

but that would be a lie

he doesn't know where to go from here.

why are you going?

don't you know you're breaking him

"We can't do that, Eddie... it's done"

"it's not done. it's not done until you leave" he cries "so please don't leave, I- won't let you. I don't want you to leave"

he grabs your shoulders, pulling you close to him, pulling you so close

he can't smell you anymore, the rain has washed away your scent, will he ever be able to smell you again?

his embrace was anything but comforting to you, it was taunting you, it was the silent begging to stay.

but you couldn't

you wouldn't do it to yourself

you need to let him go.

you need to let him be a rockstar.

you need to let him be who he needs to be.

you need to step back, get out of his way.

he's a rockstar, in one of the most popular bands right now, and what are you?

you were just a rockstars wife-

you were supposed to be a rockstar's wife

you weren't anymore.

not when you slipped the rings off your finger and handed them to him.

he looked down at them

it's funny

you had cried when he had slipped the engagement ring on your ring finger, creating the perfect proposal as you said 'yes' and kissed him

you had cried when he slipped on the wedding ring on your finger, creating the perfect wedding when you said, 'I do' and kissed him

you had now cried when you slipped both of them off your finger, creating the worst moment of his life as you said, 'it's done', and he chased your lips one last time.

"please" he whispered as you pulled away.

you stepped back and let his hands fall to his sides

it was so cold.

why was it so cold?

the colour was drained from his face as Eddie thought about all the things he could say.

why.

why.

why.

why are you going?

Eddie was frozen in place, feeling the tingle of your cold lips lingering on his own, in what would be the last kiss of his life, he promised to himself.

if he can't love you, he couldn't love anything.

his eyes were heavy and dull, his lips slightly parted, shoulders slumped as he watched you get into the taxi, looking at him one last time

the ghost of the words 'I love you' on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't speak as you shut the door.

he balled his hand into a fist around the rings.

he should have said something, he never said it, but he should have told you how much you meant to him

12:12 am

that's the exact time that you had left him

that's the exact time Eddie's heart and soul left his body to chase after the car that drove down the dark road, disappearing with you and him in it.

though he was here, standing frozen in place, his shoulders shaking as his voice cracked when he sobs uncontrollably. and you were in the warmth of a taxi.

12:12 am

is the exact time the hottest rockstar of the decade died.

12:12 am

is the exact time your husband died

12:12 am

is the exact time Edward Munson died

but no one noticed

because there was no coffin, no funeral.

it was just his soul that had been corroded.

↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺

oops- my finger slipped

[cherrysurf]

hihi can i rq a cute oneshot where u surprise shoyo by visiting him in brazil after doing long distance!!! hehe it can be in whatever format u want! thank u <3

OFF TO BRAZIL!!

fluff, crack,establish relationship, maybe ooc?

You and your lovely boyfriend Shoyo have been together since highschool. After he left for brazil to go train and play beach volleyball you two had been doing long distance which wasn’t bad but wasn’t super amazing either, due to the time zones making it hard to face time or keep in touch but you two tried and did the best you could even if it meant someone sacrificing their sleep for the other it was what love was about, especially yours and his. Even though you would’ve gone with him if it was possible, you both respected each other's decision to do your own things and pursue your own goals and dreams. It wasn’t the most conventional relationship but you and hinata had more than just love, it was trust and faith that you two would always be end game. Over the past couple of days on facetime with hinata you can tell he had been feeling a bit lonely missing everyone from japan, you tried your best to comfort him when one night after you told him goodbye as he went off to go play volleyball you decided to book a flight to brazil, you were on break for college so it was a now or never situation you booked it and started packing, The flight was leaving tomorrow after rushing for packing and preparing everything it was very late in the night for you you decided to shower and get some sleep before the flight—

After 12+ hours and two stops in random cities you made it, You didn’t tell him you were coming but you did tell his roommate whom you were thankfully mutuals with on instagram (because of shoyo) and he was more than happy to help if it was going to stop shoyo from moping around the place about missing his girlfriend and friends in japan. He picked you up from the airport and had told you hinata already left for the beach, you soon arrived to the shared flat the two had and set your stuff down in his room and throwing on a bathing suit and some shorts to go surprise him on the beach you packed a bag of his favorite goodies in japan unfortunately you weren’t able to bring meat buns but you did try. So with a few directions from Shoyo's flatmate and the help of google maps you got there you parked the bicycle and walked to the beach to look for the volleyball nets and there you saw your ginger haired boyfriend playing with a group of men. You giggle and were amazed to see him play, yes it was still volleyball but in a different way thankfully he’s oblivious self still hadn’t noticed you as soon as you got close enough to the them you said “can i play” which made him stop recognizing the voice he knew too well. he turned his head quickly too see you he froze as if his feet were buried in the sand almost getting hit in the head with a volleyball because of it. “You're here? What are you doing here?!” He said getting closer to you, grabbing your face and moving it around to make sure it was actually you and he wasn’t just dreaming “surprise?” you say unsure which in response you get basically tackled onto by him which causes you both to come crashing down on the sand. Which makes you burst out in a fit of laughter and makes me smile brighter than the sun. “you just ruined all your snacks i brought you shoyo” you say still laughing “whatever i’ll still eat them im just happy you're here i really needed it.” he says smiling “i know. It was hard keeping it a secret ya know” you say propping yourself up on your hands “you should’ve told me i would’ve gotten you flowers or anything” he said rubbing the back of his neck “it’s not about me shoyo it’s about you. I just wanted to come here and support you” you say looking into his eyes. “Well I'm glad you did WE CAN GO OUT ON A DATE TONIGHT” he says in excitement grabbing your hand to pick you both off the sand “I'd like that, so how about we eat these snacks and i watch you play for now?” you say “okay cool because i was starving and missing japanese snacks to be honest it’s crazy how you know everything yn” he says happily “After being together for so long it’s like second nature” you say “well thank you. I love you” he says hugging you tight as if to savor the moment “i love you more.” you respond not wanting to let go either.

a/n- ugh i could’ve wrote this better i feel like? im sorry disappoint you mak 😞

[yoshistory]

Currentlydeciding if ordering as much groceries as I'm getting rn and having it delivered to the 3rd floor of this building after myself having to move so much shit up here is considered a form of torture for whoever has to do this

[discoreptile]

Beasties of Greenhollow soundtrack! Some tracks on this are from older projects like elphame but all of them have been reworked in some way. Most of them are entirely new. Enjoy!

[w-for-wumbo]

I have decided that this upcoming week and a half are going to be extremely not "banana bread at work dude hell yeah"

[sheeshiki]

if anything is going to happen to her i'll kill everyone in my party and then myself

[doyeons]

going back to my apartment tmrw. everything just feels kind of incorrect rn i cant describe it

[stillfruit]

i started doing the kaze tsuyo training plan and it rocks i cannot believe having time to do nice things you want to do improves your quality of life. wild

[bemtevis]

I am. terrified?

[phantomrose96]

Okay I have a story.

So my birthday is this Sunday (May 26th). My mom ordered some presents for me but one of them (an Etsy purchase) was seemingly stuck in transit and might not make it on time. I tell my mom all good, no worries. She gets in contact with the seller. After a long delay in response they get back with "Right we'll fix it!" It ships, tracking label and everything, good to go! ETA May 22nd (yesterday.)

During the work day I check the tracking and it says it's been delivered in/at mailbox! I double check with my mom "hey, is it mailbox size?" because if not, I don't want it sitting at the front door where anyone walking by could snag it.

She says "it's definitely NOT mailbox size." Okay. I text my neighbors in the building "Anyone seen a package delivered? It's a birthday gift from my mom and I wanna make sure it gets inside!" Success! Floor 2 David (not to be confused with Floor 1 David) had brought it inside. Inform my mom. All good!

I stop by home briefly around 4pm, because yesterday was hot-hot and I just installed my window A/C that morning in the living room, and according to my cat cam my stupid cat hasn't spent a single second in the climate controlled living room and is, instead, voluntarily baking herself elsewhere so I'm like "great" and hop on my bike to go home (10 minute ride) to check on her.

I get in the building door. Patches is crying from the top floor because she heard me. I maneuver my bike in the front hall. The ugliest fucking 6-foot-tall cat tree(?)/totem(?)/statue(?) I've seen in my entire life is just. Standing there.

My first thought is "What the fuck is that." My second thought is "Oh fuck that is for me." I look around at the floor in case there's perhaps anything else that might, in fact, be the gift.

No. Me and Cat Pole.

It's taller than me. I turn it around to face me and its face is painted and this is, in fact, uglier than it looked from the back.

Um.

Patches is crying. So I just haul it up to my level. MAYBE it was supposed to come with twine that I wrap around it (and hide its face from the world) for Patches to scratch. Maybe this is a prank. Maybe this is an inside joke, because when my mom moved into her current house the neighborhood gifted her some ugly-as-hell totem that apparently, by tradition, each newest-comer to the neighborhood is required to have and display in their window so maybe this is a very good riff on that.

Patches rubs against it. She's not afraid of this horrid facsimile of her kind.

Great.

Meanwhile SHE'S fine and the condo is a little toasty but totally liveable so I'm like "Good, cool, you're not baking. You're having a good time. Enjoy your new sister, I guess, I'll see you later."

I go back to work because this is a problem for later me.

After work, after my run, after whatever, I get home and it's like 8:00pm and Patches is so happy to see me and the totem pole is still just. There.

I text my friends like "so a bday gift is here from my mom and it's the Biggest Ugliest cat pole I've seen in my life. Is this a bit? Did my mom go 'that's so ugly haha! send!' Maybe she genuinely found it cute. How do I navigate this." My friend Sarah has the good advice to maybe text my mom neutrally like "Got the cat pole!" and feel the waters whether my mom is like "Isn't it ugly? 😂" or "Hope Patches likes it! 🥰"

My mom goes to bed early so I don't do any of that yet. Problem for tomorrow me.

This morning, Patches wakes me up for breakfast. I get her situated and I'm staring at the fucking Cat Pole again. I wonder if my Mom's been wondering all night what I thought of it.

I take a picture. I text her.

Okay.

I get on call with my mom. I ask for clarity that the ungodly horrid thing is NOT my birthday gift and is in fact a mix-up from the seller who sent me this instead of my actual gift. She's wheezing between words. She thinks I'm being too charitable for the amount of Absolute Fucking Ugly this is. I have to gently talk her out of using the word "monstrosity" while messaging the seller asking what the hell happened here.

I tell her I need to apologize for harming her dignity with Floor 2 David, who thinks this fucking thing is my mom's idea of a great birthday gift for her to-be-28-year-old daughter.

My heart goes out to the poor soul who did actually order this cat totem and is lacking it on this lovely day.

[pothos-banshee]

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[luckystrike-x]

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