#Best Female Solo Act

[astrasng]

SCRATCH || BANGCHAN

MINORS DNI!

pairing: idol!chan x female!reader

summary: thanks to chan's solo stage you finally made him yours.

warnings: blood (from scratches obv), handjob, spanking, petnames (baby, honey, angel, sweetheart) unprotected sex, cursing

author's note: from my previous breakdown post bc of chan got me in an inspired mood so i made a little somethin somethin. still what the fuck was he thinking. also, if you're a regular reader by any chance (ily) you might have noticed i write jealousy tropes, IDKK WHY THO SORRY

important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.

enjoy!

It isn’t like you’re not supportive of your boyfriend. You’ve always been there for every idea, even if you thought that it wasn’t the best one. The things you have to deal with him being an idol settled deep into your mind, already accepting the consequences that may come in the way. But it’s not like you would ever give up your relationship with Chan just because he’s doing risky things that you may not like. 

To be honest, it kind of became an advantage for you. 

You would watch him having fun on stage with the other members, sometimes splashing water at each other, making everyone in the crowd either cheer or laugh at their silly behavior. There were times when they got sentimental, wishing all the happiness for STAY and the members for the future. It made you emotional just in the same way as you would watch them through the TV in your shared apartment. 

And then there were times where you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together and wait for him.

“Had fun today?” 

The sarcastic tone caught Chan’s attention as he’s doing his everyday night routine, just as he’s finishing up his shaving session. He knows exactly why you’re talking and reacting to him this way, you’ve been all fidgety with him since he got home from the first day of the tour, and when he stepped inside the apartment he saw you still sitting on the couch, not welcoming him in with the usual hug he gets. 

Chan looks a little bit to the side so he can get a reflection of you changing in the room, the towel you used laying on the ground after taking a shower. Without him. 

“Of course.It’s always heartwarming to meet with STAY’s. And the kids were so hyped about getting solo stages too.”

Now that just boils your blood. 

“Oh, were they?” You keep your back facing him,not letting him see how frustrated you really are about the game he’s playing. “They were doing an amazing job indeed.” You shut your eyes momentarily before putting on your velvet nightgown, and slowly walking towards the bathroom where your boyfriend is staying. 

“Yeah, I assume you saw mine too, right? Did you see the special makeup they did on me?” With pride he chuckles while putting away his shaving equipment, patting his dry as he picks up his toothbrush. His question should have a very easy and simple answer, yet here you are ready to give him a brainwash about not caring about your mental health. Cause what the hell was that? You can’t even form the offensive words you want to say to him out of frustration, you could never say anything negative about his performances in general — but the way he’s talking about it, so full of himself, you can’t help yourself. “I wonder who made all that.” It slips out, biting down on your lip softly to stop yourself from further embarrassment. 

“It must’ve been the makeup artist of course, but I could’ve done a better job if you ask me.” You step into the bathroom just as you finish your sentence, Chan unable to answer due to his mouth full with mint scented bubbles. 

As you want to pass behind him, you swipe your delicate fingers on his defined back muscles, the photos of him painted in scratches for the performance fills your vision. 

“Makeup was unnecessary,to be honest.” 

There’s something glinting in Chan’s eyes as a lopsided smile appears on his face, looking at you through the mirror placed above the bathroom counter. As the words leave your lips, he licks his plump lips slowly, putting away his toothbrush he just used. “If I had asked you, would you do it?” 

The air stops suddenly in your throat,taking your eyes off of him as you busy yourself with something else infront of you. “Well…it doesn’t matter now.” 

“Oh it does, honey.” Chan says lowly, his voice suddenly closer as you want it to, and you know perfectly he’s only a step away from you. “If I only knew my baby just wanted to help me out in my solo,” He snakes his arms around your waist slowly, his bare chest pressing into your clothed back as he’s standing behind you, whispering in your ear. “I could’ve used some help.” With that, he pressed a slow open mouth kiss on the side of your neck. his hands caressing the skin on your stomach. 

“Should we recreate it and show it to my makeup artist?”

Chan whispers against your ear, biting down slightly on your earlobe as he makes eye contact with you through the mirror. You look already disheveled just from his touch, your nightgown scrunched slightly up as he kneads your stomach, one of his hands slowly inching up to your breasts. “Would you like that, baby?” 

“I didn’t mean it like that, Chan – mhphm…” A small moan leaves your lips as he pinches your nipple in his slender fingers, continuing to make out with your neck as you try and compose yourself. 

“How did you mean it then?” He grunts out as you push your backside on his crotch, his cock twitching already in his sleeping pants at the thought of you being jealous. “Tell me.” 

“I–I just…” You try to form words, keeping yourself together and not yet falling for his words but then Chan sneakily slides his other down towards your waiting heat, his finger immediately meeting with slickness between your pussy lips. He groans again, grinding into your ass to ease the pain from being so hard. “Baby, if you want to scratch my back that badly just say it.” There’s something hiding behind his words which makes you shut your eyes from the pleasure he’s causing, your hands flying on the counter for support. “I kind of…wanted to..” Your breath hitches, cutting off your sentence when Chan flips your nightgown upwards to expose your wet pussy, your naked ass on display in front of him as he takes his hand away from your breast and caresses one of your cheeks. “You wanted what? Do you need some help darling?” He grunts under his breath when he feels you clench around his fingers, plugging it in and out to take your breath away. You moan out when you feel his fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot that makes your back arch. 

But Chan doesn’t give in that easily. 

You suddenly feel a stinging pain on one of your cheeks, moaning out shamelessly from the sensation he just caused with his hand. When you pick your head up you see Chan already looking at you through the mirror, lust filled eyes raking over your already fucked out face. “Say it baby.” 

You can feel his hand smoothing over the place he just spanked, the air in the bathroom so humid you can feel yourself getting sweaty again. His finger never stopped working inside you, with that spank almost knocking you over the edge. 

When Chan doesn’t see you changing your mind and finally answer him, he only clicks his tongue and tilts his head to the side. Without a second thought, he slaps your ass again, his finger circling around your clit rapidly when he hears your pornographic moans echoing in the bathroom.

“I–I wanted to mark you!” 

And there it is. 

As you practically moan out the words, Chan’s finger is coated thickly with your cum as his words made you tip over the edge. Your whole body shaking in his arms as you come down your high slowly, trying to gather your thoughts and realizing what you just said.

When the words finally leave your mouth he can’t help but smirk, the possessive side of you finally showing for the first time in your relationship. “And why is that honey?” Chan teases you, seeing your ears red from the sudden confession you just made. 

“Just so everyone knows that you’re mine..” You mumble quietly, shame overcoming you as it paints your cheeks deep red. 

Something snaps inside Chan. He can’t help but groan out, his cock painfully hard against his pants as he turns you around and places his hands on your throat, slightly adding pressure on it. Before you know it, you’re pressed up against the wall, his lips already chasing yours. 

“Do it baby.” He kisses you, his tongue sneaks through his lips to taste your lip balm you applied earlier he loves so much. “I want you to do your worst on me,” He whispers between kisses, his hand suddenly picking you up to put your legs around his waist. Your whole body welcomes him, your mouth opens as he slides his tongue inside once again, and your fingers landing into his freshly washed hair as he devours your lips. His hand scrunches up your gown once again before he presses his hardness into your slick core. 

At the contact you moan out loudly, already wanting him inside you, to ease your pain that he caused. 

“Feel that baby? It’s all yours. Nobody else has that but you.” 

With a whine you throw your head on the wall, Chan’s lips continuing to leaves red splotches on your sensitive skin as he takes his hand and pushes down his boxers, hissing out the minute the air hits his precum covered cock, tip red from all the waiting and veins bulging with excitement. 

He drags his wet tip over your puffy lips, spreading them open more to make room for himself when he circles around your clit. As he slides his length between your folds, you feel all emotions gather up inside you, the feeling too hazy as your vision becomes blurry from the need. “Channie,,please..” 

“‘s okay baby,I’ll give it to you.” He chants when he finally pushes his tip inside you, groaning out from you uncontrollably clenching around his cock when he nearly settles halfway in. “You have to relax,angel. You make it impossible for me to–”

“Chan — I’m so sorry, I–” He hears you gasp out, your body all tensed up, your eyes wide open as you look into the mirror across you. He looks swiftly behind him to see your naked bodies melted into one, and then it catches his eye. 

With one thrust he settles fully inside you, moaning from how incredibly tight you are around his length, keeping himself back to not buckle into you rapidly. He puts his hand on your chin, making you look into his eyes and not on his blood covered back. “I asked you to do this, right?” With a softened gaze, he makes sure you understand what he’s saying, not taking his eyes off of you until he sees your lust filled expression again instead of worry ones. “Right baby?”

“Y-yes..” You gulp when you see your fingers slightly covered in red around his neck. “But I didn’t want to-”

“It’s fucking hot.” He hisses, his voice whinier than usual as he puts his forehead on your chest, his hips starting to move. “You did such a great job sweetheart.” He pulls completely out before thrusting into you again, this time harsher as he hears your cries next to his ears. 

When you take another look in the mirror, you see what you just caused. The moment you felt his cock hitting you so deeply you couldn't help but deepen your nails into his skin on his broad back, now covered with blood here and there. It softly dribbles down his defined muscles, and Chan is right. It is fucking hot. 

So you clench around him again when you feel his fingers circling around your clit, his cock hitting the perfect spot as he moans out your name. “Do it again.” He demands, his hand flying on the wall next to your head to thrust up harder into you, making you roll your eyes. As you see Chan so deeply in emotions you scratch his back again, now only deep redness showing on his pale skin. 

The pain on his skin makes him inch closer to his release. The jerks of his hips, slamming against your hips are quickening, becoming more erratic, intense and desperate. You cry out his name nonstop, feeling him twitching inside you. 

“Give it to me.” He’s breathless as he chants into the side of your neck. “I need you to come around my cock baby.” 

His demand tips you over the edge again, moaning out his name as you feel him curl against you, his shoulders on display for you to see what you painted on his back. His grunts are vibrating through your body, the pain melting into pleasure as he paints your insides with his thick cum, feeling so full of him, feeling him everywhere. Chan bites down softly on your skin,kissing the pain away quickly as you both come down from this high. 

You are his. He made sure a long time ago, but now, you made sure he was yours too as you watch the crimson red blood slowly sliding down his back, gathering it on your fingers.

“It took a solo stage for you to claim me as yours?” Chan asks when he softly puts you down on the bathroom counter, a bright smile painting his face once again.

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

another chance

words: 2.3k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, ex!bf rafe, female receiving oral, p in v sex, unprotected sex, drinking/partying, mentions of drugs

“have you noticed his new girl is y/n’s twin?” kelce whispers to topper, who just nods in response. rafe claims that he’s completely over you, that he’s glad you broke up with him and he’s not harboring any sort of resentment over the fact that you left him.

“its so weird.” kelce continues, taking a sip of his drink, watching as rafe holds the new girl around the waist, but he barely looks at her, like if he keeps her in his peripheral vision that he can pretend its you, instead of the first girl he found whose features resemble yours.

“hes getting fucked up all the time now too. he showed up for golf the other day completely strung out.” topper informs kelce, who frowns.

they both know that there is nothing they can do, they don’t want to force you to get back with rafe if you don’t want to, especially with the state he’s in. rafe grabs the bottle of booze he was pouring into his cup repeatedly, forgoing the plastic solo cup in favor of drinking straight out of the bottle.

“rafey, are you gonna take me up to your bed?” the girl asks, no so subtly begging to be fucked by him.

“don’t call me that.” rafe grunts. only you can call him by that nickname, even if you did break his heart.

“are you going to fuck me or not, cameron?” she questions.

“not.” rafe says honestly. he thought it would help, to get it out of his system, to take a new girl to bed, but when he tried to kiss someone at the first party he attended after you, it made him so sick he had to leave. she didn’t look like you, she didn’t smell like you, she didn’t act like you. she wasn’t what rafe wanted.

“fine, then im leaving.” the girl stomps away, like anything could compare to you leaving. rafe finishes the rest of the bottle before flopping down on the couch, letting the alcohol flowing through his system lull him into unconsciousness.

--

“you deserve to go out and party as much as he does y/n.” stephanie sighs, trying to convince you to join her tonight at the huge beach bash, but you don’t want to risk running into rafe.

“i know, i just don't want to see him with another girl.” you sigh. you may have been the one to break it off with rafe, but you weren't fully over him yet.

“maybe you need to get with one of the turons.” stephanie shrugs. “you know what they say, to get over you gotta get under…”

“that actually might not be a bad idea.” you admit. maybe it's what you need to get rafe out of your system. a random hookup with someone you'll never see again to erase the memory of his touch from your body.

“so does that mean you're coming?” stephanie asks hopefully.

you nod, already planning what you're going to where tonight. “it does.”

--

“shit, remind me to take you out for ice cream or something to thank you for convincing me to come out tonight.” you tell stephanie, stumbling away from the main dance area with your best friend.

“girl, i knew you needed this!” she exclaims, taking a sip of her cup before frowning, realizing it's empty.

“ill go get us refills, hold on.” you are a lot less drunk than stephanie, so you guide her to sit down before heading to find more alcohol to fill both your cups, wanting to enjoy tonight as much as possible.

you finally find a plastic folding table with some bottles on it, and quickly refill both your drinks before turning, gasping when you run right into someone.

“y/n.” rafe gasps out, his eyes bloodshot like he's been crying. he drops to his knees before before you, making you raise your eyebrows. “i miss you so much. please take me back, ill do anything, ill-” rafe begins to beg, his words slurred as it's obvious he's been drinking.

“rafe.” you cut him off eventually. rafe stops speaking, hands coming to rest on the back of your calves as he looks up at you with pleading eyes. “you're drunk.”

“no, no, no.” rafes head drops, leaning to press kisses along your knees. “im drunk but im serious. please, just give me another chance, ill do anything.”

you frown, hating seeing rafe this way. you broke up with him because you thought he spent too much time getting high and needed to get control of his temper, and didn't know what you could do to help that beside let him work through it by himself. 

“anything, y/n.” rafe continues, his hands gripping your legs so tightly. you glance up, looking at all the people at the party staring at you, probably shocked that rafe would get on his knees and beg for anyone to come back.

“you need to stop doing drugs as often.” you state to rafe, making sure to keep your voice low enough to not have it in earshot. “and you gotta work on not getting so angry at the pogues. i don't care that you hate them but you can't constantly be getting into fights.”

“done.” rafe says, nodding his head. “i just need you. ive been a mess without you.”

“we can give it another shot.” you say, and rafes shoots to his feet, his lips pressing against yours. you set the cups down on the table next to you before kissing back, hearing a smattering of whoops and cheers as you make out, your head turning dizzy like the alcohol on rafes tongue is affecting your own.

“i need you, please.” rafe says, and you know exactly what he's asking for. it's what you've been desperately craving from him as well. your bodies were beyond compatible, and you know no boy would compare, so even in the period that you were broken up, you didn't even bother trying to sleep with anyone.

“i have to find stephanie.” you tell rafe, knowing you need to check your friend is good before doing anything, but you loop your fingers through rafes and tug him behind you until you get back to the main dance area, seeing topper with his arm slung around stephanies waist while she grinds against him.

“see she's good.” rafe says, his voice husky, and you know that he's already getting turned on just from the thought of having you again.

you let rafe lead you to his truck, parked in a somewhat isolated spot, but you don't care at this point if people see you as you both climb into the back seat.

“thank you for giving me another chance.” rafe says, his eyes shiny in the low lighting. “i missed you so much. i was such a wreck, but i didn't sleep with anyone else even though we were broken up. i only wanted you.”

“rafe.” you coo, pressing your lips against his, stroking your fingertips over his jaw. “i missed you too.”

“wanna show you how much it means to me.” rafe says, guiding you backwards until your back is against the seat. “that you're giving me a second chance.” his lips skim over yours before he moves lower, schooching down the seat until he's resting between your legs. he takes the bottom of your skirt and pushes it up, revealing your panties.

“you really do gotta-” your speech is cut off with a gasp when rafe presses his lips against your underwear, kissing your cunt through the fabric. 

“gotta what baby?” rafe asks, moving to kiss along your thighs as well, his teeth occasionally making an appearance as he drags them against your skin, nipping when you open your mouth to reply.

“gotta get your shit together since im giving you a second chance.” you finally finish your sentence.

“oh, i will baby.” rafe says, rubbing his fingertip over your center, smirking to himself when he sees the fabric dampened with your wetness. “i went so crazy without you, id do anything to not lose you again.”

“take them off, please.” you whine. rafe tugs at your panties, sliding them down your legs until he has to guide them over your heels. he takes the material and scrunches it up, tossing it onto his drivers seat. “i’m keeping those.” he informs you.

“whatever.” you roll your eyes but can’t hide your smile, reaching down to rub your thumb against his cheekbone. 

rafe sighs with relief into your touch, leaning his head against your hand. “i’ve missed your taste.” he licks his lips, eyes on your core.

you spread your legs as much as you can in the back of the truck, wishing momentarily that you were having this reunion in a bed, but you know rafe wouldn’t be able to wait that long.

rafe doesn’t hesitate to lean forward, burying his head between your legs. his wide tongue flicks through your folds, licking over your cunt before swirling around your clit.

“god, you’re so good at this.” you moan out, moving your hand to rafes hair, taking the strands between your fingers to keep his face shoved into your cunt, not that he plans on stopping any time soon.

rafe sucks at your clit, feeling rewarded by coaxing moans out of you. his hands grip your thighs, squeezing your delicate flesh between his fingertips.

rafe moves his mouth lower, letting out obscene sounds as he slurps the wetness away from your hole before pushing his tongue against the ring of muscle. he begins to thrust immediately, pushing his tongue in and out of your entrance, giving you the first stimulation you’ve had since you broke up.

“the sweetest taste.” rafe says when he pulls away slightly to kiss along your inner thighs. “i don’t know how i lived without it.”

“you know what my plan was for tonight?” you hum, needing more from rafe, even as his mouth drops back around your clit. “to get with a random turon to help myself get over you.”

you feel rafe pause, his entire body stilling before his eyes raise to make contact with yours. “you were going to sleep with someone else?”

“i couldn’t get over you, i had to do something.” you say, knowing exactly what rafes reaction will be as he rises, wanting to draw that fire and passion out in him. it didn’t matter that you were the one who broke up with rafe, you thought at the time it would be better for both of you, but now you know you can’t live without him.

rafe moves quickly, his strong hands gripping your hips and turning you over. you quickly adjust, pushing up on your elbows as you place your knees on the seat, arching your back to show off your cunt.

rafe releases himself from his shorts, tugging them down his thighs before he lines himself up, sinking in with one quick stroke. your walls meld to his cock, still feeling like you were made for him.

“imagining me sleeping with another guy has really got you worked up, huh?” you question, breath coming out in a pant as rafe instantly begins to thrust.

“shut up.” rafe groans, hips snapping forward into yours. “you’re mine. you’re never leaving me again.”

“yeah?” you question, bringing your ass back to meet rafes thrusts. “gonna get clean for me? gonna get it together?”

“anything for you.” rafe vows, glancing out the windows to make sure no one is looking as he takes you from behind, not that they would be able to see through the tint anyways.

you moan as rafe grabs your ass, relieved to finally have him inside of you again as his cock repeatedly enters you. rafe knows he can’t last very long, having been so desperate for you that he can’t hold himself back as your cunt clenches around him.

“feels so good rafey.” you whine.

“call me that again.” rafe says, needing to hear the nickname slip from between your lips again.

“rafey.” you call out. rafe flips you yet again, this time onto your back as he immediately reenters you, moving too fast for you to comprehend until his mouth is pressed against yours in a searing kiss.

“again, please.” rafe mumbles against your lips, bringing a hand to your clit and rubbing it with his thumb as he thrusts rapidly, knowing your next moan is going to send him over the edge.

you place your hands on the back of his head, giving him a strong kiss as he plays with your clit, your orgasm building as well. you pull away when you can’t hold back the moan anymore, “oh god, yes, rafey.” rafe groans, burying his head in your shoulder as he cums, pumping into you throughout his high as his thumb finally brings you to orgasm as well, clit pulsing as you both pant, letting out low moans and groans as your bodies come down.

rafe presses kisses to your cheeks, your jaw slackened open, still recovering. “i’ve missed your pussy so much.” rafe says before looking down, watching himself pull out.

“come here.” you whine, hating that he’s pulled away. rafe quickly tucks himself back into his pants before hovering over your body again, cuddling into your shoulder. it’s an awkward position, legs askew and body parts pressing against the doors of the truck.

“can i take you home? i want to hold you while i sleep, make sure i don’t let you go again.” rafe says, willing to beg if he needs to.

“of course.” you stretch out your sore muscles, eyelids already feeling heavy, but you know you just have to wait for rafe to drive you home before you can sleep.

it’s not awkward despite the time away from each other as you move to the front seat, making sure to text stephanie, who quickly responds with a picture of herself in toppers bed, making you giggle.

“i love you.” rafe blurts out, unable to not tell you when hearing your laugh.

“i love you too.” you lean over to kiss rafe on the cheek as he drives you back to his house, but you are already home as his fingers link with yours.

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[shadowkoo]

Just Dance It Off

→ Summary: You're over the moon when you land the female lead in the end-of-semester show. It feels like your hard work has finally paid off, everything is going great. Well, until you learn who your partner is…

↠ jimin x f.reader | 9.5k words | 18+ ↠ genre: smut, angst, fluff, ballet dancers au, enemies to lovers, performing arts college au

→ Warnings: explicit and unprotected sex, jealousy, masturbation, alcohol consumption, underage drinking, use of fake ID, mild exhibitionism, creampie, hair pulling, angry sex, nipple play, degradation, dirty talk, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, multiple smut scenes, heavy teasing & banter, edging, orgasm denial, light choking

→ Author Note: This is a rewrite of an old 2019 fic of mine, so I hope you enjoy the newest version! If you’d like to read this on ao3 instead it’s been crossposted here! Also a biiiiiiig thank you so Sarah @caelesjjk for beta editing this for me. Go show her some love if you aren't already following her! As always, all likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated <3

“Oh, no,” you hear one of the dancers behind you whisper to another, “Look who’s walking in.”

Your curiosity gets the best of you as you casually stretch, your eyes betraying you by glancing over your shoulder toward the door, dying to see who they’re talking about. You recognize him almost immediately and the whispers continue to grow about the slender male who is walking across the room to set his stuff down.

Park Jimin.

Of course, he would be auditioning for this show. It’s his final semester, and you really should have seen this coming. Especially since you knew he was bound to get whatever position he was auditioning for. That’s a given.

Park Jimin always gets whatever he wants in life; whether that be a specific role in a performance, who his performance partners are both on the stage…and in the bedroom, that sort of thing. He’s the most pretentious person you’ve ever met, seeing as he acts like he is God’s gift to the dance world, and you’re already dreading any interaction you’ll have with him.

Rumor has it that his daddy, former dancer and sponsor, paid his way into Juilliard, but as much as you hate to admit it, he (unfortunately) happens to be very talented and you doubt the school didn’t already have something lined up for him, regardless of who his family is. Unlike you, who was on the waitlist for two months and had to take out a loan worth more than your life to attend this school.

Your eyes meet his and Jimin does a once-over before moving onto the people to your left. What a prick.

“Y/N!” a voice yells from the entryway. Your familiar, freckled, redheaded best friend is quickly prancing towards you.

“I’m so happy to see you here,” Catalina squeals before hugging you tightly. “What part are you auditioning for? Please tell me it’s lead. God, I miss you. It sucks that we don’t have any classes together this semester. How are you?”

You hug your petite friend back, “I miss you too! Please tell me that you’re not also auditioning for lead, I don’t want to be judged against you. Your pirouettes are perfect compared to my lousy ones.”

Her laugh echoes through the room. “Apparently you didn’t hear about my recent tumble,” she jokes, bumping her shoulder into yours. “I’ll gladly be in the background after my solo-gone-wrong.”

“Alright, everyone!” One of the male judges calls out, walking past the lineup of dancers to collect everyone’s entry form. “We’ll start with the routine you were required to memorize as a group, and then it will be individual evaluations after. Make sure your numbers are secured and let’s line up outside the door.”

After taking your place and getting into position with the rest of the packed room, you wait for the cue to begin. The routine is short and simple, and years of practice have made some of the required moves second nature.

Before you know it, the judges are escorting people out the door for the individual sessions.

You're about twentieth in line, right behind Cat. That makes you a bit nervous because, even though she’s not auditioning for the lead role, her impressive skills might land her a more prominent part than the one she’s aiming for.

Everyone else is quietly chatting in line while you do your best to relax, working through your routine in your mind. This is one of your pre-audition rituals. It always helps with easing your nerves.

By the time you finish running through a couple of full-outs in your head, you’re second in line. You wish Cat good luck as she’s ushered into the dance studio. Her five minutes go by almost too quickly, but she exits with a happy smile.

“Hey, good luck! Kill it, okay?”

You nod, quickly following after the woman who calls your name next.

“Miss Y/N, it says here that you’re auditioning for the female lead. As a sophomore?” Mr. Jenson, one of your dance professors and judge, questions. You prepared for this. It’s very uncommon for an underclassman to try out for such a prestigious role.

“Yes, sir. That’s correct.” You hold your head high.

“Well, I have to say I’m quite impressed with your confidence. Whenever you’re ready.”

You wait for the familiar beginning notes of Tchaikovsky’s Waltz Of The Flowers to play before flying effortlessly through your well-practiced routine. You’re banking on the emotional state of your dancing along with the technical moves you’ve included to impress the judges, and based on their faces when you finish, you figure you did just that. You can’t help but grin widely as you watch the four of them scribble furiously onto the sheets of paper. That’s a really good sign.

“I have to say, I was a little thrown off in the beginning by your song choice since it’s so, hmm, how do I say this, so amateur. But I was very surprised by what you chose to express and the level at which you dance,” the first judge says.

“Yes, the lines you created with your body were very exquisite,” another praises.

You nodded, taking in their advice and criticism.

“Thank you, Miss Y/N, you may exit.” Mr. Jenson says with a smile.

As soon as you step out the door and exhale, you feel a sense of relief. The excitement of your successful audition courses through you, filling you with good energy.

You find Cat stretching in the warm-up room next door.

“Oh my god, you got it. Didn’t you?” She squeals the second she sees your face.

“I don’t know…” You have a pretty good idea based on their responses and comments but aren’t positive.

“Oh, please,” she rolls her eyes, “That’s your ’I just nailed my audition’ face. You totally got it.”

“I hope so. God, wouldn’t that be so insane? When was the last time an underclassman got the lead?”

Someone behind you scoffs; you look over your shoulder and see that it’s Jimin. Your eyes narrow at him, but Cat turns you back before you go off on him. “Not worth it, the rest of us seniors think it’s great that you’re trying for a top spot. How about we go get a drink from the vending machine while we wait?”

You nod before grabbing your warm-up bag and follow her out. “I can’t believe him. He’s so stuck up,” You grumble once you’re far enough away that no one but Cat can hear you.

“He’s always like that, just be thankful that you don’t share any classes with him.”

You’ve heard that Jimin is usually the center of attention in class, whether it’s his choice or not, so you can’t imagine being stuck in one with him. It sounds like it would be impossible to get good feedback if the teachers only care about him.

After you both buy the drinks that you want, you head back. The line is smaller but it will still be at least a half-hour until everyone has had their turn. You sigh impatiently and head back into the warm-up room.

Deciding to sit along the mirrored wall, you rummage through your bag to find a pair of headphones and put your favorite playlist on shuffle while you wait. Even though it feels like half the day goes by while you’re sitting there waiting, it’s really only been about an hour.

Everyone’s attention lands on Madam Jamie, one of the contemporary dance professors, when she asks everyone to re-enter the audition room.

“Okay,” she starts once everyone gets in line, “Those whose numbers I am about to call, please step forward. Dancers eleven, one fifty-three, one forty-seven, seventeen, thirty-eight, twenty-two, and one ten.”

Cat gives you a concerned look as she steps forward without you.

“Seventy-two, fifteen, sixty-eight, thirty, thirty-four, eighty-two, one twenty-one–” you step forward and sigh in relief once she spoke your number. Tuning out the rest of the numbers called, you smile at Cat as she reaches for your hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

“Everyone else, I’m sorry to inform you that you have not been selected. Thank you for your time,” She finishes, resting her clipboard against her chest.

Those who didn’t make the cut are escorted out as Mr. Jenson stands up to make an announcement.

“I have everyone’s part listed here,” He shakes the paper in his hand. “It’ll be left on this table for you all to look over. However, I want to first congratulate you all. We are excited to have this much talent for the semester’s exhibition show. We have some great things planned and cannot wait to get started with you all. Please take note of our rehearsal schedule. Monday, Wednesday, Friday. Eight to noon. Most of you should not have conflicting schedules as all dance classes are held in the afternoon anyway, although if you do have a problem just stay after and we can work it out. Madam Jamie and I will see you back here Monday morning. Dismissed.”

You and Cat both wait until more people clear out of the room before you have the guts to read the paper.

Catalina Wilde - Corps de ballet

Your eyes wander across the page as you search for your name.

Y/N - Lead Female Soloist

Turning towards each other, you squeal “Oh my god,” at the same time.

“I can’t believe it. We both got what we wanted,” you excitedly rush out.

“I know, this never happens. Oh, I’m so excited!” She reaches for your hand and squeezes it again, picking up the paper with her other hand.

“Oh, no.” She turns the paper towards you, “Look who your partner is.”

Park Jimin - Lead Male Soloist

You huff, “Of course, I’m not surprised.” You turn your head and search the mostly-empty room for him. You have a feeling he’s still here, it’s like you can sense his presence.

“Cat! You coming?” the group of dancers near the door asks.

“Shoot, I’ve got to head to my next session. I’ll see you later, okay?” Cat says, giving you a quick hug as she runs out the door.

Leaving just you and Jimin.

Deciding to let go of your prejudice against Jimin, you figure the best move would be to congratulate him on getting the part he auditioned for.

He watches blankly from the mirrored wall as you walk towards him.

Once in front of him, you stick your hand out. “Hey congrats, I’m looking forward to–” you begin before he rudely cuts you off by holding up his hand.

“Yeah, whatever,” he sneers, “We need to take this extremely seriously so I expect you to be at our rehearsals an hour early so we can get in extra time,” he looks you over again, “From what I can tell you’re gonna need it.”

“Also,” apparently he isn’t finished, “I expect that you’ll be taking care of your diet from here on out since I’m going to be lifting you and I don’t want my arms to give out, or worse, snap.”

“Well, you can always go to the gym and work on that yourself,” you say defensively. What a jerk.

“So can you, sweetheart.”

“Uh, wow. Okay…” Here you are trying to congratulate him and here he is treating you like dirt. “Guess the rumors are true,” you mutter as you shift your duffel strap further up your shoulder, turning to leave.

“Excuse me?” Well, shit. He wasn’t supposed to hear that part. You look him in the eyes without showing any regret for your previous statement.

His eyes narrow at you, clearly not liking your RBF, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. Sorry.” However, you aren’t.

“You know,” he remarks, “I don’t care about what you’ve heard about me or what you think about me. I care if you’re going to be too immature for this role and if that’s the case I’ll have no trouble replacing you.” He follows you out the audition room.

Oh boy, you’re pissed now. You turn around and get right in his face.

“What the fuck? In case you haven’t noticed, you aren’t in charge here. Just because you’re a senior and I’m a sophomore doesn’t make you any better than me,” you bark while shoving a finger in his chest.

“Secondly, I don’t need to believe the rumors because you’ve just proven them to be true. You’re an ass to all of your partners to the point that they don’t want to dance with you so you can,” you lift up your hands to finger quote this next part, “Pick who you think is good enough.”

You scoff, “Well, here’s a fun fact dickwad. I’m not going anywhere. The judges chose me and I fully intend on dancing as the female lead in the show. So get the fuck over yourself ‘cause you’re about to be seeing a lot of me in these next few months. Got it?“

"Fine,” he huffs, pushing past you.

“Fine!” you snap, turning away from him and heading towards your next class. Now that you're thoroughly annoyed and not in the mood for your next class, which happens to be a two-hour lecture on the history of interpretive dance, you sigh and get moving before you’re late.

The first two weeks of ‘rehearsals’ are spent training, just at a higher level than you’re used to. However, you hide it well. You’ve been making sure to keep up with the upperclassmen because you know that you are, unfortunately, replaceable if Madam Jamie or Mr. Jenson deems it necessary.

It doesn’t matter that your thighs feel like they are on fire, or that your calves might be ripping at every bend and arch you make. You’re going to complete the one hundred pliés just like everyone else without a single complaint.

Jimin must have taken your last conversation to heart, or he’s exceptionally good at masking his feelings if your words bothered him, because he’s been an excellent partner all week. Although, you know you aren’t going to grow a typical relationship with him as you did with all of the other partners you have had over the years. You’ve been friends, good friends, even, with your previous partners, something you know is never going to happen with Jimin.

He doesn’t do small talk. He really doesn’t have much to say at all other than pointing out when you are making a mistake. No good comments, nor praise–not that you’re expecting any–but it would have been nice to hear him say that he is impressed with how well you’re keeping up with him.

It’s Friday of the second week, which means that it’s the last day of the training period aka hell week, thankfully. You’re dying to get started on learning the actual program. You aren’t looking forward to Jimin’s request of showing up an hour earlier than everyone else this next week, but even though you hate to admit it, the extra time will end up benefiting you.

Today also happens to be the day the choreographer is coming in. You’ve heard the whispers throughout the school this week, everyone trying to guess who it’s going to be.

And after seeing who Madam Jamie walks into the studio with, you’re so happy to see that they were all wrong.

“O-oh my–ohmygod,” you bumble and did a double-take. It couldn’t be, could it?

The brown curls hung gorgeously on the tall man’s head and you internally drool at how much better looking he is in person. He’s so tan, so fit, so delicious–

“Can you concentrate?” Jimin grumbles in annoyance, pulling you out of your slightly inappropriate thoughts. You’re doing partner stretches, which does require some level of focus, but not enough that you have to look away from the literal Italian God who stood a mere six feet away. “What’s your deal anyway? We’re supposed to be preparing our muscles for the toughest training session yet and you’re over there stuttering like a fool.”

You scoff at him and lower your voice, “Don’t you know who that is?”

Jimin rolls his eyes. “Does it look like I care?” He mutters, pushing the backside of your thigh towards your torso.

“You can’t be serious,” you exasperate. “That’s Luca Black! You know, one of the most famous choreographers in the dance world right now. I can’t believe you don’t see how big of a deal this is.”

“The only thing I care about right now is making sure your hamstrings are loose so you don’t kick me in the face when we’re dancing.”

Now there’s an idea…

“Alright, everyone! Front and center please,” Mr. Jenson announces as he walks in the door, right on time as usual.

“Dancers, I would like you to meet Mr. Black, your choreographer. I expect you all to treat him with the same level of respect that you give me and Madam Jamie.”

“Oh please,” Mr. Black says, stepping forward, “You can all call me Luca.” His smile hits the heart of every girl in the class, and even a few of the guys. “I am looking forward to working with you all to make this performance one to remember. Can we get into a lineup to start?”

Everyone moves into the typical sequence based on each person’s position of where they belong. Which meant that you and Jimin were dead center with Luca’s eyes right on you.

You swallow slowly when he walks towards the two of you. “You must be Y/N. Mr. Jenson has told me quite a lot about you. I have to say, I am most excited to work with a dancer like you.”

Jimin is perplexed that Luca went straight to you. If anything, he’s the better dancer here and he doesn’t quite understand why a sophomore is getting so much attention. He’s nearly sick to his stomach listening to the nauseating conversation that you two are having.

“It’s an honor to have you working with us Mr. Black,” you say in awe as you shake his hand.

“Luca,” he corrects before lifting your hand to kiss it, “And the pleasure is most definitely all mine.”

“Sorry,” you pant, rushing through the door. “I know I’m a couple of minutes late. I couldn’t find parking. Why is it so freaking busy? It’s barely seven.”

“Don’t let it happen again,” Jimin says ignoring your question. You bite your tongue and get straight into your morning stretches.

“What do you want to work on today?” you ask, knowing what he is going to say after you’re warmed up. For the past three weeks, you and Jimin have been dedicating extra time to perfecting scene two's Pas De Deux.

It’s the only section of this scene where you’re both completely alone on stage and Jimin is dead-set on making it nothing less than perfect. He reasons that just because you are the only two people on stage doesn’t mean that the audience’s attention is a given, you need to earn it.

Which is a very on-brand thing for Jimin to say.

“Do you really need to ask?” He snickers with a playful smile plastered to his face.

“Nevermind then,” you banter back, joining him as he finishes stretching.

You’ve surprisingly gotten pretty comfortable with Jimin after spending more time with him. Dancing with him is mostly fun, besides when he calls you out on your mistakes…repeatedly. But even then, you know he tries to mean well. You both have to be the best or the other will end up looking like a fool–which (you assume) neither of you want to happen.

Knowing that you’re almost halfway through the semester is a little terrifying. All the dancers have been making great progress and everything is coming together seamlessly, but you can’t help but feel the nervousness set in.

You take a deep breath and clear your thoughts, getting nervous right now will do you no good. Thankfully, when you start dancing your mind settles and you’re able to concentrate on your performance. 

Well, that is, until Jimin drops you during the lift. You might have understood the mistake if he hadn’t done it three times prior.

“Get up.” He holds his hand out for you, pulling you to your feet. “We need to get this number down, you know how important it is.”

“I’m aware of that,” you hiss. “But it would be nice if you weren’t letting me fall every two seconds.” You rub your aching side and stretch to see if that helps ease the pain.

“Just dance it off, you’ll be fine.” Jimin walks over to his stuff along the wall, before bending down to grab his water bottle.

You scowl. “Stop being ridiculous and hold me properly. I don’t have teeth anywhere down there,” you say motioning to the space between your legs. “You can put your hand where it belongs without worry, you know.”

Jimin blushes as soon as he hears your words, he turns away quickly before you notice. Yes, it’s technically his fault that you keep falling. It isn’t intentional, but he can’t help it. Especially when he can feel the warmth of your center from where his hand is resting when he goes in for the lift.

The thought of other parts of him being this close to your heat is driving him crazy and yeah, he may have faltered, which yeah, may have caused you to crash down once…twice. Okay, maybe three times. Or four?

It doesn’t matter. He’s so hyper-focused on why he’s thinking about you like this at all. You’re attractive, he already knew that. But this new-found thought of wanting to take you hard and fast, right here in the studio is something else. It comes from deep within, and he can’t decide if he wants to squash the idea completely or let it lead to something wild.

Jimin shakes his head, trying to get rid of those thoughts just long enough for you to both get through these next ten minutes before the rest of the crew arrives for rehearsal. “Alright, let’s go again.”

You get into position, Jimin falling behind you. You try to hold still but his breath tickles your neck while you wait for the music cue.

The motions are practically natural to you at this point, and you take a deep breath, preparing yourself in case you fall again.

You rapidly suck in air when you feel Jimin’s fingers press deep into your inner thigh this time as he lifts you. They are incredibly close, much closer than they were last time.

You won’t ever admit to it, but your mind is overflowing with dirty thoughts of Jimin’s fingers somewhere else. Particularly somewhere that would have you writhing within seconds.

Those thoughts are distracting, and you’re late for your cue to jump down. And somehow instead of jumping, your body twists around in a weird way as your head dives down toward the ground below you. Tensing, you brace for the impact that doesn’t come.

Unexpectedly, Jimin manages to catch you before any damage happens, and he quickly pulls you up, as if you were never upside down to begin with. His arms are wrapped right below your butt, causing your head to be directly above his. How on earth it got there, you have no idea.

But you aren’t questioning it. Adrenaline runs wild through your body, and you cling to him as if your life depends on it. Your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck, scared that you still might fall somehow.

Your faces are only a few inches apart in this position, which allows you to see how soft and smooth Jimin’s lips look. You slowly lick yours as he lowers you down to the ground, keeping the same amount of distance, or lack thereof, between you two. The realization that it would be so easy to kiss him right now has set in and you swear Jimin has the same mad thoughts; especially when he’s gripping your hips this tightly.

What you both don’t realize is that outside of the main doors, the rest of the dancers are watching with wide eyes and shocked faces. If it weren't for the unmistakable red hair you see in the mirror's reflection, who knows what might have happened? You don’t think about it, instead, you pull away and play it off before heading toward your bag to grab a drink.

“Morning everyone! What are we all waiting for?” Luca says from behind the dancers, “Let’s go in and get warmed up.”

He opens the door and sees you and Jimin at opposite ends of the room, each taking big gulps from your water bottles. Interesting…

Cat walks in and sets her stuff down next to Jimin’s and silently watches him. His face is flushed but she can’t tell if it was because of the intense moment you two just shared, or from the strain of the lifting sequence. She was the first to notice the look you two shared before the crowd outside the door, and she has a weird feeling about it.

Last she knew you were still fighting with Jimin during your pre-practices, although she’s very aware of the saying ’there’s a fine line between love and hate’. Cat makes a mental note to ask you about this morning’s situation later.

The first half of practice is weird, to say the least. Jimin is treating you like nothing happened. And while technically nothing happened, something almost did and you don’t know how you felt about the something.

Needless to say, you aren’t on top of your dance game today. It’s hard to concentrate with your head filled with empty-answered questions and even more confusion.

“Okay, everyone,” Luca echoes, stealing every dancer’s attention, “Let’s take five. When we reconvene we’ll do a recap of Scenes One through Three with no breaks. If we can get it down we’ll move onto the beginning of Scene Four today.”

You and Jimin happily turn in opposite directions, grateful for some space.

“Y/N, can you stay back? There’s something I want to go over with you,” Luca calls out, stopping you from heading in the direction of Cat and some of the other girls.

Oh no. That’s never a good sign.

“Don’t worry, you’re not doing anything wrong,” he says after seeing your smile falter. “I just see a little room for improvement with the last sequence before the song changes in scene three.”

He gestures for you to get into position in front of him, which you do without hesitation.

Luca moves closer to you and rests a hand on your lower back, “Tighten here and stretch.” He shows you how to position your body to make it look more elegant and elongated. “See how much longer you look now?” His eyes meet yours in the mirror. “Hold yourself like this through the rest of the dance. Trust me when I say you’ll notice a difference. So will everyone else.”

A blush creeps up your neck when his hand slides across your hip before he steps away from you, “Thank you for the tip.”

His eyes burn into yours, and you feel the heat growing in your lower stomach. “Anytime, Y/N.” His lips turned into a small smile, which you returned.

Jimin stalks silently as Luca touches you, his anger bubbling deep down inside him. Fuck, he doesn’t exactly want you, but he definitely doesn’t want anyone else to have you either. And he sure as hell doesn’t want Luca touching you like that or giving you those looks; looks that have disguised intentions with ulterior motives behind them.

He wants to tell Luca where to go and how to get there, but he knows better. Not only would it be unprofessional as hell, but Jimin would probably be screwed out of a lot of future events if he tells one of the best choreographers to fuck off.

He forces himself to look away and takes another deep breath, calming down a little before part two of rehearsals starts.

The second half of rehearsals ends sooner than expected, and Jimin storms off before you even have the chance to talk to him about this morning. You sigh, your eyes trailing his fast exit.

“Y/N! I’m heading to the vending machine for a granola bar, want to come with me?” Cat asks. You’re sure that her question has a hidden agenda too, but you go along with it anyway since you’re starving and need to eat something small before your next class.

“Sure, just give me a second to switch out of my pointe shoes.” You don’t like to wear yours for walking since they’re new and still stiff.

“So,” Catalina begins, watching you put the money into the machine. “What was that this morning? And don’t you dare try to say it was just dancing, because I’ve seen 'just dancing’ with Jimin and that was not at all what I saw earlier.”

You groan internally, not wanting to deal with her interrogation. Cat isn’t the type to judge you if you told her that you would’ve fucked Jimin right then if it wasn’t for the fact that you noticed her (and the rest of the dancers). But you don’t want to admit it to yourself.

Saying it and thinking it are two very different things, and you aren’t sure you can come to terms with saying that you want to fuck Jimin. Hell, you have no idea if you will feel the same way in an hour. So you choose to keep it to yourself for now.

“Did something happen between you two?” she asks bluntly.

“No, nothing happened between us.”

“And is that a good or bad thing?” she questions next.

“Good,” you huff, “I think…”

It’s been another busy few weeks, and things have been going great…until today. To be honest, this is probably the worst dance day you’ve had in years.

“I’m sorry guys, let’s start from the top,” you apologize again for messing up. The scene you’re going over today isn’t complicated by any means, it’s only a transition scene. But your head is elsewhere which, in turn, makes you mess up every couple of seconds.

You're not getting many approving looks from the room. Luca is a little worried, Madam Jamie has pursed lips, and the dancers are severely annoyed with you.

“No, Miss Y/N.  Stop before you hurt yourself.” Mr. Jenson lets out a frustrated sigh. “Kyra, would you stand in for Y/N and show her how it’s properly done?”

You’re embarrassed that it’s gotten to this point. What is with you? You’ve done this sequence perfectly with Jimin this past week, hundreds of times at least. Now with the extra dancers on the floor, you seem to be forgetting it all.

Taking soft, shallow breaths is the only thing keeping you from crying in front of everyone. But they wouldn’t notice. All eyes are glued to Kyra, a senior who had also auditioned for the same role as you, as she dances with Jimin.

They dance beautifully, you can’t deny it, even if you want to. You can’t help but wonder if she would’ve been the better choice for the female lead.

“Thank you, Kyra. Everyone back into position now.”

Kyra walks past you and smirks. You know she’s thinking the same thing that you are. She probably also thinks that she’s capable of sweeping in and stealing your position. Like hell if you’re going to let that happen.

Even so, it’s not your decision to make and you know if you keep screwing this up it’s more than likely to happen.

“Hey, are you okay? What’s your deal?” Jimin whispers once he lines up with you again. The last thing you need is for him to make you feel worse for fucking up.

“I don’t know, it’s not a good day for me,” you whisper back as your eyes fill with tears. You’re completely exhausted, defeated, and disappointed.

“Just dance it off, we all get days like this. Follow my lead, okay? I promise I won’t let you mess up again.”

You nod, blinking back your tears. This is a different side of Jimin than you’re used to. He’s caring and knows exactly what to say to make you feel better.

After shaking off the earlier mishaps, you get yourself together and push through practice, making sure that the first official run-through of the program is a total success. It makes you feel a hell of a lot better than two hours earlier. You can tell that the rest of the group is just as ecstatic as you and Jimin are.

“That was great, Y/N!” he says, pulling you into a comforting hug. “See, all you needed was a little reassurance.”

You’re slightly sad when he pulls back, the warmth of his body is no longer felt. “Thank you for today. I would’ve completely fallen apart without you.”

“Hey don’t worry about it, make sure you get some rest this weekend. See you Monday!” He smiles softly and waves bye. Who knew Jimin had more to him than what everyone else saw?

“Hey, Y/N!”

You turn your head and see Madison, one of the upperclassmen who’s also in the show, walking toward you.

“What are you doing tonight? Some of the girls and I are planning on going out to celebrate our first successful run-through of the show. We’re wondering if you’d like to come?” She leans in a little closer, “We have a fake you can use to get into our favorite club, Wander. We’d love for you to let loose with us.”

Usually, you would turn down any interaction that involves alcohol, especially since you’re underage, but you don’t want to disappoint your potential new friends. Plus it does sound like a lot of fun, and after the practice you just had, you deserve to let loose and relax.

“Yeah, totally! I’d love to come.” Madison smiles and you both trade numbers.

“Okay cool, I’ll text you my address later. We’re gonna get ready at mine before we head out. See you later!” She gives you a quick hug before heading out the door.

You’re secretly excited to hang out with the older girls since you don’t have many other friends in your year. Especially not now with all your free time taken up by rehearsals.

Jimin stands outside the dance studio’s side door, slyly eavesdropping. He makes a mental note to accidentally run into you later. He isn’t sure what’s gotten into him, but he doesn’t want to go without seeing you for two days.

You intrigue him, and after your almost-kiss, Jimin wants to know what your lips feel like for real this time, not just what he has been imagining.

“What can I get you?” the bartender asks over the pounding music. You have no idea what to ask for; you obviously don’t drink and ordering something from the bar is a little out of your comfort zone since you don’t know what you’re doing.

Madison catches on and takes over. “Five shots of tequila for our group!” she yells while leaning over the bartop so he can hear her.

Oh boy, you don’t know much but you know enough to feel safe assuming tonight will be wild if you’re starting with shots, of all things.

With about a month left until the show, deciding to let loose with the girls is exactly the kind of break you need. Dancing, drinks, and good friends. Looking around, you’re happy to see that you have all three. It’s all a part of tonight’s plan.

What you don’t plan for, however, is seeing Jimin in the middle of the dance floor with Kyra all over him. After practice today, this is a total slap in the face.

You aren’t sure if the progress you’ve been making with Jimin is just one-sided, or if you had been imagining it this whole time. It feels like you’re both taking two steps forward in the right direction and then something like this will happen, sending you ten steps back.

Your eyes are glued to Kyra’s body as she dances with him, her hips moving at the perfect speed. You can’t help but be jealous of her. Not only is she gorgeous and a great dancer, but she also has a way of demanding everyone’s attention in any room she graces. Although, there’s only one person’s attention you want right now, and from what it looks like, you doubt you’ll be getting his anytime soon.

“Oh my god, is that Luca?” Catalina asks with a surprised tone, pointing towards the opposite end of the bar, “No way, it can’t be.”

“It is,” you laugh nervously before looking away. You’re a little worried that he might remember that you’re under the legal drinking age, only by a year, but still. How embarrassing would it be for him to get you kicked out…

“That’ll be $42,” the bartender drones, pushing the over-spilling shot glasses toward your group and happily taking whichever girls’ fifty-dollar bill in return.

You lift your glass along with the others, “Here’s to letting go and having fun!”

The tequila burns the back of your throat but that doesn’t stop you from hollering, “Let’s go dance!”

You pull Madison and Catalina onto the dance floor, coming to an abrupt stop when your back collides with someone., “Oh my gosh, I am so sor–” You pause and stare at the dark-haired man, “Oh. Hi.”

“Hi ladies, I hope you’re not getting into too much trouble tonight,” Luca jokes with a wide smile displayed across his face. He looks gorgeous dressed in all black, the leather jacket tops off his outfit.

“Oh of course not, Mr. Black,” Catalina giggles playfully, “We’re all good girls here.”

He raises his eyebrow which makes each of you giggle, “I’m not so sure about that. Can I buy you all a drink? Or is that a little weird?”

You look around at the girls; they do the same.

“Uh, sure? Madison finally says, breaking up the awkward silence.

Cat and one of her friends entertain Luca’s conversation while they wait at the bar. You slyly peek over your shoulder while dancing, looking for you-know-who. You can’t find him, but you’re happy to see that Kyra has moved on to her next man of the night.

"Hey,” Luca says, walking towards you with an extra drink in hand. “Here you go. Shhh, it’s our little secret,” he says humorously.

You thank him for the drink, nervously swirling the ice with the slim black straw in your cup.

“I’m happy I ran into you,” he begins, “Can I talk to you for a second, alone?”

“Oh, uh, sure!” You nod to Cat, silently saying that you’ll catch up with her later. He smiles and pulls you aside from your friends.

“What’s up?” You ask tensely while Luca grins, running a hand through his hair.

“I just want to tell you how impressed I’ve been with your progress so far, I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you at rehearsals.”

Oh my god.

“Really?” You gape.

“Absolutely,” he reaches for your hand, bringing you closer to him before bending down to plant his lips on yours. You freeze as he kisses you gently, entirely unsure of what to do in that situation.

He quickly pulls back after reading your body language, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Luca,” you say curtly, taking a step back, “I appreciate your tips in class and kind comments, but I think we should keep things professional here. You’re the choreographer and I’m a student...”

“Of course, I apologize again. How about I walk you back to your friends and we forget this happened?”

“That would be perfect.” You’re thankful that things don’t seem too awkward, and you only hope things will stay that way when you see each other Monday morning.

Jimin’s fingernails dig into the flesh of his palms as he clenches his fists. Fucking Luca Black. He was heading your way to say hi, but Luca led you in a different direction than the one your friends are heading to. He should have known better, but he follows behind slowly. And what he sees when he finally turns the corner doesn’t sit right with him.

Luca’s hand on your cheek as the two of you kiss. Jimin isn’t exactly sure who initiated it. And even though it’s eating him alive, he doesn’t want to know because it pains him either way.

He watches as Luca pulls away, and takes note of your stunned face. Jimin wants to believe that was because you didn’t enjoy it. He can’t hear what you’re talking about, and he truly wants to believe that Luca is making you uncomfortable based on your reaction to the kiss. But that hopeful thought is squashed as soon as you smile and take Luca’s hand, allowing him to lead you to the dance floor.

Jimin is still trying to process what he just witnessed even though you’re both long gone. He steps out of the shadows and throws his drink at the wall, ignoring the sound of the glass breaking behind him. Grumbling under his breath, Jimin takes the closest exit and slams the club door behind him.

He heads home with the hopes that a cold shower will ease his rage, but the cool water running down his back isn’t doing much for his boiling blood, nor is it getting rid of the image of Luca’s lips on yours. And inevitably, he can’t get you out of his head either which in turn results in him masturbating to those thoughts of you … which is anything but calming.

Jimin closes his eyes and imagines that it’s him kissing you, not Luca, and that he’s the one who has you pushed up against the wall. He can practically hear your soft whimpers, the ones you make when you’re doing partner stretches that always have him close to losing it right there in front of everyone at rehearsals.

But it isn’t him who’s stretching with you. His length quivers in his hand as he speeds up, trying to change his thoughts to you aroused in the club bathroom, his hand sliding underneath your dress and slipping into your panties. Jimin throws his head back at the image of you getting all worked up, but once again, it isn’t him that’s driving you wild. It’s Luca.

After the fifth attempt and still failing to picture himself with you, Jimin gives up. He groans, looking down at his length’s angry red tip that’s aching for release. And there’s only one thing that will give him that. You.

But not an imaginary you. The real you. The real you wanting him just as much as he wants you. He doubts that you ever will, not when you can have Luca instead.

Meaning that Jimin is basically screwed.

Monday is a killer. Jimin has been hateful to you all morning, and you genuinely have no idea why. He seems to be fuming now at the end of rehearsals, compared to the quiet angry vibe he was giving off earlier this morning.

“Hey, great job today Y/n. You’re doing phenomenal. I can’t wait to see this all come to life next week. See you tomorrow!”

“Thanks! Yes, see you tomorrow Luca.” You wave bye while he rushes out of the room, leaving just you and Jimin behind.

Jimin waits until Luca is out of earshot before saying anything. He’s been annoyed all day by your and Luca’s behavior after witnessing the two of you making out in the hallway of Wander.

He’s disgusted, even more so by the afterthoughts of Luca bringing you back to his place and taking advantage of you. Needless to say, he didn’t sleep much this weekend.

“God, you’re such a suck-up,” he criticizes, failing to hold back his evil words. “How special do you think you’re going to feel when the paid help you’re boning doesn’t remember your name the second he moves on to the next school and finds a new student to seduce?”

“Excuse me?”

“You can pretend all you want but I saw you Friday night. With him.”

Oh god…

You shake your head, “Jimin, I can explain–”

“Whatever, waitlist. I don’t want to hear your excuses.” He turns around and internally grimaces, upsetting you isn’t what he was going for. He’s pissed and unfortunately, you’re the only person he can take it out on. It’s a dick move to say things like that, especially since you deserve to be here just as much as everyone else.

Jimin knows he should just let it go, but he can’t help it. It’s been eating him alive all day. He’s pissed that you’re acting like a damn fool because of Luca’s attention. Luca’s eyes hadn’t left your body the entire day.

Fucking perv.

Jimin is more pissed that it’s bothering him so much. He shouldn’t care, he doesn’t–or at least, that’s what he keeps telling himself.

Jimin’s words stung, and you’re shaking out of pure anger. “What the fuck is your problem? I can handle the normal stick-up-your-ass behavior but it’s on a whole new level today. Chill out, okay? It isn’t what you think. Nothing happened after he kissed me. Not that it’s any of your goddamn business, but it actually made me, like, super uncomfortable and he apologized directly after. We both agreed it wasn’t professional, so piss off Jimin. And even if I did decide to take it further with Luca, it wouldn’t concern you. So stay out of it.” You’re near him when you finish, with crossed arms and eyes glaring.

It’s unbelievable Jimin would make such a comment; the last thing you need is for him to start telling people what he saw.

You know you would be harshly reprimanded for using a fake ID to get into a club, but also for accepting a drink from someone who is a teacher, and especially for kissing that same teacher.

Jimin is just as heated as you are. So his intuition was right that night. His anger only grows, wanting to punch Luca over and over again for making you uncomfortable like that. How could Luca not tell that you weren’t actually into him, but rather idolized him for his contributions to the dance world? How dare he use that against you to pull a move like that?

“Fine,” he growls in your face, totally furious at the situation, and furious with himself for caring this much about it–about you. You’re driving him crazy, even now when you’re pissed with him. It turns him on how strong and defensive you always are, and fuck, he wants to do something about it.

“Fine,” you snap back, taking another step forward as your eyes subconsciously lower to his parted mouth.

In a matter of milliseconds, your lips collide and your hands are all over each other’s bodies. He lifts you into his arms and slams your back into the mirrors. It’s a miracle that they don’t shatter from his force.

You gasp at the contact and Jimin takes the opportunity to shove his tongue further into your mouth. Your legs lock around his waist while you continue to explore each other’s mouths and bodies ravenously.

Jimin pulls away and tugs your leotard down your arms, freeing your breasts from the tight compression.

“You’re so fucking annoying, do you know that?” He snarls before leaving a line of rough kisses along your neck and down your chest. You whimper at the sensation and run your fingers through his hair.

“You’re so fucking loud, do you always have to say so much?” You moan in response.

Jimin is starved for your taste and can’t wait any longer. His hands travel down your side while his lips close over one of your soft peaks, sucking it in between his teeth.

You mewl, crashing your head back against the glass from the sheer amount of pleasure.

Jimin abruptly pulls away and brings his face back in front of yours. “What? Do you have something to say?” he asks with fire in his eyes. But with his lips replaced by his fingers, twisting and tugging, you’re helplessly tongue-tied.

He moves one hand lower and another soft moan escapes your lips, his middle finger dancing dangerously above your panties before dipping into your slickened folds.

Jimin knows exactly where and how to touch you, causing your head to spin. He feels himself hardening watching your face contort in pleasure, and nearly coming in his pants when you slowly lick your bottom lip, pulling it in between your teeth and letting out a long moan in the process.

“Mmm, Jimin,” you cry, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Jimin notices this and instantly pulls away. You don’t get to come that easily. Even though it makes him super fucking excited to see what his touch does to you. God, this is so much better than what he imagined.

You whimper at the loss of his touch, “What the fuck?”

“Turn around,” he demands, his eyes flooding with lust and a dash of something dark. He undresses you rather quickly, leaving your tights and leotard wrapped around your legs.

You decide you aren’t going to let him have all the fun, sneaking a hand back behind you. Jimin grits his teeth in pleasure as your hand slips into his pants. His length twitches in anticipation of feeling you wrapped around him. You pull his member out and lead him between your damp folds, moaning deliciously at the contact.

The scent of your arousal has now filled the room and Jimin can’t hold back any longer. He wants to fulfill his fantasy of taking you hard and fast, right here in front of the mirror. Without a warning he slams himself into you, causing you to lose your breath.

Your back is against him as he relentlessly pounds you from behind. The force of his thrusts are hard and you use your hands as leverage against the mirror to avoid being crushed by him, even though it would certainly be worth it.

Jimin brings a hand up around your neck and holds your head straight so he can watch when you come. You’re close and he knows just what to do.

“Say my name,” he demands, using his other hand to pinch your clit. “Look at me and say the name of the man who’s making you come like you never have before.”

“Jimin, oh my-” The waves of pleasure wash over your entire body, every inch of your skin tingles. You pulsate around him, but he’s not done with you yet.

“That’s damn right.” Jimin twists you around again, lifting you against the reflective glass. He keeps his fast pace, with a fistful of your hair held between his tightening fingers.

“You’re such a fucking slut. Look at you losing it over my cock,” he snarls with a clenched jaw, “I’m gonna fuck you like this until the rest of the class comes in.”

Jimin rams into you with twice the amount of force as before. “I’d make that fucking Italian bastard watch as I take you hard and make you feel this good.” He brings his lips up to your ear and whispers, “He could never,” before harshly biting your ear, sending you completely over the edge for a second time. 

Jimin watches you unfold, your beauty completely mesmerizes him. Your entire body is on fire from oversensitivity while Jimin’s fingers rub your throbbing nub. You watch, completely hypnotized, as he brings his soaked fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean.

“Oh, don’t think we’re anywhere near done yet,” he smirks devilishly, moving his thumb back to your clit and rubbing in crude circles. Your eyes squeeze shut at the sensation, and you can’t catch your breath. It’s too much.

Jimin hisses when your fingernails dig into his shoulders. “Fuck, Y/N. You’re so tight right now.” It isn’t long after those words leave his lips that he’s shuddering inside of you, his release shooting into the depths of your heat.

Your insides coil as you reach the peak of your third and final orgasm. Jimin holds your legs steady as you come hard over his cock, and swallows your moans with his mouth.

He slowly retreats out of you and presses his flushed cheek against yours. You can feel his heartbeat thumping out of control while you both catch your breath.

After a moment, he draws back and lowers you to the ground. You both chuckle at the state of your appearance. “I think I have a towel in my bag, one sec.” He says while tucking himself back into his pants as you readjust your hair, trying to make the whole ’i just had sex’ look a little less obvious.

You’re still breathing heavily when he returns to wipe you clean.

“Mmm,” you hum in total satisfaction, and still a little out of it - if you had to be honest. “I should piss you off more often.”

He gives you a look, “Hurry up and get dressed before anyone sees you.”

You’re the one to smirk this time, “I thought you wanted people to see me?”

“Haha, very funny.”

“Hurry up, you’re taking too long,” you whine while Jimin attempts to undo his stage pants as fast as he can.

“I’m trying,” he mutters, silently praying when his zipper finally works, “There we go.”

He lines himself up to you and pushes into your center.

You bite your lip to avoid making any noises as he stretches you out. The two of you are in the small storage closet behind the stage; there’s only about an hour or two until the opening night show starts.

Jimin thought you had to be joking at first when you whispered how badly you needed him after you both were dressed and ready to warm up with the rest of the dancers. But much to his delight, you weren’t kidding.

Hopefully, they won’t notice your absence. Who are you kidding, they probably know that you two are fucking. Plus, it’s kind of obvious when both lead roles go 'missing’ at the same time.

At first, he was torn between following you into the tight space–wanting to be in another tight space–and doing what he normally would call the right thing, which was preparing for tonight. But after seeing the look on your face, Jimin was quick to follow you into the closet.

“Shhh, you need to stay quiet,” Jimin grunts quietly with a hand over your mouth, silencing your moans.

You grip his shoulders as he quickens his pace, bringing you both over the edge.

“Holy fuck,” he quietly whines, the sensation of your inner walls clenching his length is addicting. It isn’t long after your sweet release that he’s quivering. He pulls out, knowing you can’t dance with his release filling you. He shudders one last time, his come shoots out and onto the wooden floor below.

You giggle, “Good thing we’re in a place that can clean that up.” you say referencing his load.

He rolls his eyes at your joke and leans in to give you a quick kiss, “You think you’re so funny, don’t you?”

“Yes, typically.”

You flatten out your costume and zip each other up, leaving the closet one at a time. You first of course, since you needed to touch up your makeup now. Leaving Jimin behind to clean up his mess.

About fifteen minutes later you meet Jimin backstage to practice, stretch, and chat along with everyone else. The jitters are bouncing off of everyone and you can’t stand still from excitement, a little nervousness too. But mostly excitement.

“Jimin, are you feeling okay? You look a little stiff and tired if I must say…” Madam Jamie mentions after watching him practice a few scenes.

“Nothing to worry about Madam, had a tiring warm-up is all. Not to worry though, I am more than ready for tonight.”

Madam Jamie reminds him how important rest and lots of water are when practicing hard before moving along to the next student.

“Hmmm, what is it that you usually tell me?” You begin, giving him a coy look, “Oh right. 'Just dance it off.’ That should fix your issue, correct?” You look down at his crotch, and back up at him with a twinkle in your eyes.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he says, daring you to go on.

“After our vigorous warmup, I’m sure you do. But we’re going on stage soon. So suck it up, sweetie.”

He can’t wait to make you regret that statement when he teases you later tonight. He had big plans to celebrate. And knowing you, you would love them.

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[arguablysomaya]

Nightwing's weird fem-coding

! LONG POST !

Finally got around to jotting down my thoughts on the weird way that Dick Grayson (Nightwing) often occupies female-coded roles without being a particularly feminine guy. This is entirely due to me procrastinating on my finals. Okay!

Dick has often been cited as the hero who plays into the "female gaze", and he takes up some key roles that are typically reserved for women characters.

A large portion of Dick's fem-coding is contingent on his being with his family, and when he's not with them, this fem-coding kinda drops away, such as when he's with his various teams or acting solo.

His most prominent (and imo, complex) femme-coded role is:

-> Eldest Daughter + Widow

Eldest daughter syndrome means " frequently feeling like you’re not doing enough, like you’re struggling to maintain a veneer of control, like the entire household relies on your diligence." It's born out of the unique way that first-born girls are expected to take on adult roles around the household before they've had an opportunity to fully experience childhood (an opportunity their younger siblings will have, in part due to this sacrifice). It creates a strong sense of independence and a desire to be a good role model, but also leads to undue pressure and perfectionism.

Dick acts as a central emotional pillar for those in his family. To the point that when he fakes his death, it breaks something fundamental in the family dynamic:

Not only is it repeatedly made clear that Bruce depends on Dick to act as a lifeline for his own mental struggles, but moreover, his siblings do as well. In a very literal sense, the maintenance of the batfamily rests on Dick's shoulders. Bruce is so rarely available for emotional support that these children turn to the next best thing, which, to be fair, is better than what Dick had growing up. He has to clean up so many breakdowns, it's honestly pretty staggering.

As the OG sidekick, Dick receives quite a bit of hero worship, particularly from younger heroes/sidekicks, who look toward him for guidance. As a naturally upbeat and welcoming person, Dick ends up in the position of bringing light to everyone, not just Bruce. For example, here's Cassandra:

This balancing effect is unique to Dick's skill set. However, this can (and does) backfire very easily. The same pragmatism Bruce engages in hurts extra bad when coming from Dick: like when Dick had to take Robin away from Tim. Not to mention just how intimidating Dick's legacy is, which can create resentment when his successors aren't able to play this role so easily. For example, Jason both before and after his death expressed insecurity that he felt he was constantly being compared to Dick, and falling short.

As the original character that people think of when they think "sidekick", DG Robin (and his successors) had the advantage of not losing prominence even as his contemporaries (Kid Flash, Aqualad, Wonder Girl, etc.) were de-prioritized in favor of independent teenaged heroes (like Cyborg, Beast Boy, Raven, and Starfire). But that means Robin as a concept now has to deal with questions that weren't so prominent in the earlier decades, such as: "How do we justify a grown-ass man using a child (and in fact, children) as emotional crutches?"

It's icky to think about, but there's no denying that early Batman and Robin got side eyes for homosexual subtext. I mean, they literally call each other "partners". So while that "subtext" was, and remains, just audience speculation, given Dick is literally Bruce's adopted son, there is room, I believe, to call into question how healthy it is for Bruce's oldest kid to be taking on a nearly-parental role and be a core pillar of Bruce's emotional regulation.

Hot take here, but I think Dick's relationship with Bruce was/has been pretty emotionally incestuous for a long time.

-> Emotional incest

"Emotional incest[...] is a type of emotional abuse performed by a parent. In cases of emotional incest, parents rely on their children for significant emotional support, which is a reversal of roles. Emotional incest is more than just relying on your kids on occasion—rather, it is an extreme dependence on them." (There's a pretty good argument to be made that Bruce has been emotionally incestuous with all his Robins, especially Dick and DEFINITELY Tim, but y'know. Small steps.)

Emotional incest is a semi-common consequence of eldest daughter syndrome; the natural conclusion of deputizing a child to manage the other children combining with an inability to see the child as a child, still in need of emotional guidance, but more like an adult capable of shouldering the burdens of grown-ups dumping their traumas on them.

To be clear here, while emotional incest may not be incest in the most traditional, taboo sense, it is still abuse. It's putting a burden on a child they shouldn't have to carry, even for children that aren't dealing with such extreme burdens as "grown-ass man running around in a fursuit needs me to keep him from getting himself killed". It's a perversion of a healthy parent-child relationship, where the child is treated more like a partner than a child. In Dick's case, it further exacerbates the parentification he already experiences. This is made more explicit when Bruce "dies" and Dick is cast into a sort of "Widow" role.

Dick reluctantly dons the cowl in an attempt to bring order to his family members. He's also left to parent Damian, alone. He has to make the decision to take Robin from Tim, and try to deal with the fallout from that decision. He has to put a stop to Jason's fratricidal rampage. He's made into the de-facto head of the family.

And the thing about this is: Dick's not even bad at it. In comparison to Bruce's litany of disasters-in-parenting, Dick does a pretty bang-up job of managing his siblings, heading the Justice League, and being Batman. But the crucial point is that he does this at the expense of his own mental health, which is the crux of eldest daughter syndrome. There's no denying that at the time, Dick was most certainly the best choice for New Father Figure, but it was a choice he was pushed into, and a sacrifice he had to make. When this sense of responsibility to the point of self-sacrifice is pushed to its logical conclusion, it has the effect of making Dick a Martyr-type figure.

-> Protector/Mama Bear/Avenger

Dick has shown repeatedly that his hot button is his family. From Tony Zucco to allowing Blockbuster to be killed after the villain targeted Haley's Circus, going after Nightwing's family is a pretty good way to earn yourself an asskicking. Probably the most infamous example of this is when Dick thought the Joker had killed Tim, beating the clown to death to avenge both Tim and Jason.

And while this role isn't particularly feminine, I do think it's interesting that Dick protects his family members from each other with almost the same frequency that he protects them from outside threats. He's pretty notorious for wrangling Damian and Tim, foiling Jason's murder plans, and most importantly, beating the shit out of Bruce whenever he crosses a line, such as when Bruce asks Dick to conceal being alive from their family to join Spyral or when Bruce wanted to abandon the Bruce Wayne persona after the murder of Vesper Fairchild. Or of course, more recently after Bruce's latest MK-ULTRA shenanigans.

This basically puts Dick in the position of being the glue that holds the family together, at basically all times, but especially in times of conflict. This also means he's put in the dangerous position of bodily defending his younger siblings from Bruce's wrath or irresponsibility, a position made even more awkward given the whole emotional incest thing.

That's not to say that Dick's relationship with his family is 100% unhealthy. Dick and his family members (including Bruce!) feel legitimate affection and care for each other. There are times when the dynamics here are indeed healthy. And like most people with eldest daughter syndrome, the unhealthy nature of this dynamic is usually understated. Oldest sibling syndrome is often just an unavoidable consequence of how parenting works. So while I am of the opinion that this dynamic is often unhealthy, hot take: I'm fine with that.

Now, though I've just listed some tropes that he only falls into around family, Dick also falls into some fem-coding all the time, regardless of who he's with, and these have to do mostly with his sexuality.

-> Sexual Assault & Harassment

Yeah, so nobody is surprised that this is a factor. Look up any list of the top ten hottest/sexiest/most attractive male superheroes, I guarantee 9/10 times Nightwing is number 1. However, unlike his father, whose attractiveness is usually played as a part of the male wish-fulfillment fantasy, something people aspire to be, Dick's attractiveness more often makes him an object of desire- very similar to how most attractive female characters are perceived.

And as an object of desire, Dick Grayson is constantly having to deal with being objectified.

Now, Dick Grayson being an attractive character is not the problem. Dick Grayson being sexually assaulted isn't even the problem. the problem is that he keeps being harassed, assaulted, and raped in ways that are flagrantly nonconsensual, and yet it's not treated with the seriousness it deserves. In fact, it took a full decade for Devin Grayson to retract her previous statement and admit that yes, the rooftop scene with Catalina Flores was in fact rape, and it's never been acknowledged in-universe (though, comics have always been atrocious at calling out sexual abuse of all kinds, let alone that which targets men).

Hell, even when he in-universe calls it out, he's dismissed immediately and the story continues like nothing happened.

Like???

Dick's adult sexcapades (which were consensual and enthusiastic) have long contrasted with the numerous times he's been harassed; times in which he comes across as bored, exasperated, and even frustrated with his own attractiveness and the vulnerable position it often leaves him in.

This puts him in the rare (in comics) position of being a male character who consistently and near-exclusively has his sexual agency and boundaries violated by women - a position that authors uniformly refuse to examine despite writing him into it all the fucking time.

Other characters around him frequently make comments passing off this harassment and assault as a natural consequence of Dick's own attractiveness, making "jokes" that essentially amount to "I understand why someone would want to assault him". Which- UH?

There is also, of course, the unavoidable reality that as an acrobat and an aerialist, he receives a very specific type of sexual harassment

the nature of nightwing's fight style necessitates a type of tight-fitting suit that male heroes typically don't go for: an extremely slick suit with bare-minimum armour that again, makes him vulnerable in a way most male heroes aren't, but a style female heroes wear all the time, whether it makes sense for them or not. This of course then allows artists to draw attention to this fact by posing Nightwing in poses usually reserved for femme fatales:

And unlike the Hawkeye Initiative, these poses are (largely) unironic, and not played for jokes. Dick isn't arching his back or looking over his shoulder to poke fun at how female heroes are treated; he does so because the artist (clearly correctly) sincerely believed these poses would play into the unironic gaze of the audience, and also probably thought it was hot. It's the same line of thought artists use when posing femme fatales.

He's even been known to use his sexuality as a bargaining chip, much like more traditional Femme Fatales. In Batman and Harley Quinn (2017), he refers to sleeping with Harley Quinn after being kidnapped by her as one of "the things I do for Gotham", to which she responds "I'm taking that as a 'yes'." And that's uh- not how consent works.

And this particularly sucks because- HELLO? The opportunity to explore the very real and tragically underacknowledged phenomenon of sexual violence against men is literally invaluable, especially with such a prominent character. It's one thing to ignore that men face sexual violence, it's another, entirely more unforgivable thing to continuously and explicitly depict such scenarios and play them off as jokes or not as serious as they clearly are. But what did I expect from an industry that has never had a good track record on sexual violence anyway.

-> Queercoding?

There's also of course the fact that DC has been, as of late, dropping hints that Dick might be bisexual.

That on it's own doesn't mean anything, but when paired with the fact that DC has been angling toward giving Dick a similar playboy persona that Bruce has, just with men included, it's just very interesting.

(BTW: The likelihood DC actually commits to making Dick bi is, uh, not a lot, but if they're gonna stick with this weird closet stuff for a while, let's hope they do so in a way that doesn't make him sound like a cross between Donald Trump and Harry Styles next time? Please?)

Anyway, all of this is basically to say I am forever fascinated by the gender dynamics of Dick Grayson, likely due to the fact that I'm projecting all my eldest daughter traumas onto him, and that someone who's background is in Gender Studies needs to get on this shit if they haven't already. I just love this character sm.

[lovexjoe]

Jacob and his bestie take Calvin Klein pictures for the billboard 😝🩷

They are not besties anymore after this 🫦 they definitely more! Photoshoot example Jamie Dornan and Eva Mendes.

Jacob refused to do a shoot with any other female than his up and coming friend Y/N. Her beauty TikToks have been blowing up for months now and he decided to speed up the process by getting her approved for this shoot. Two peas in a pod they were. Travelled the world together now they are conquering the success ladder together.

Jacob was currently taking his solo pics before Y/N joins. After a few flicks, Y/N enters the set with her arms around her breast and a pair of black jeans that hugs her curves perfectly. Jacob keeps his cool, but mentally his mind is everywhere. This is his best friend but all he can think about is kissing her. He knew she was gorgeous but today….today she took his breath away.

The director of the shoot tells Jacob to put his arm over her chest and they both looked at him like he was crazy.

“Oh come on we all know you guys aren’t just besties. We’ll take five but you two be ready for the pose please” He steps out to take a call and they both stood next to each other.

“Jacob it’s okay I don’t mind.”

“I mean I do mind…it doesn’t feel right”

“What do you mean?” She was slightly confused because yes this is the first time he’s seen you topless but it wasn’t something that should affect your friendship.

“Well…I wanted to take you out to dinner first before I saw you topless” he says pulling her close. She couldn’t even act like it wasn’t something she wanted.

“Scipio you’re one cheeky little bastard” they both share a laugh as he kisses her cheek.

[satzumosupremacy]

Lessons

Male reader x Miyeon

11.6k words

Tags: Smut, Moderate kinks, Dirty talk, kind of edited—kind of not 

Being an A-list actor—you can take on any role in a drama series at such a young age, be praised by many people and others in the field, and win awards—paid off with your commitment. You pick your own roles to your likings without worries.

It was no different this time—a romantic action and revenge drama in which you decided to take a role. News articles circulate about you, building anticipation among many fans and critics. You were in the spotlight, waiting to please many fans again with your acting. Until one day, you become the center of attention with someone taking the movie's female lead. 

It was none other than Miyeon, an idol and actress. You were surprised at her taking on the role as you read how her character is. It’s not an easy job for her with her acting career; as much as you respect the people working with you, her time in the acting industry wasn’t much. You call the director, worried if she can perform to their expectations. 

"Is Miyeon okay to take on her character as the main female lead?" 

"She’s willing to work hard, believe in her, and help her out." 

"I’m worried about the ratings; I’m worried that people will bash her acting if she somehow doesn’t perform like the viewers wanted." 

"That’s why we have you to guide her. We can talk at the table reading."

"Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow." You hang up and go to sleep for the table reading tomorrow. 

The next day, you get up at nine in the morning and head out to the building after twenty minutes. You get in the room; Miyeon's the first one there with her manager. She stands up and greets you, and you greet her back. It’s your first time meeting her. 

“I’m Miyeon, please take care of me. I’m a fan of you.” She smiles at you.

"Nice to meet you; it’s my first time meeting you." She scoots a chair for you, and you sit beside her. She sits there in silence, nervous about your presence in the room. Another colleague of yours walks into the room, greeting the both of you. After a couple of minutes, everyone is seated with the director. You read your lines, and so did everyone else who has a role in the drama. It takes three hours for everyone to read some of the lines from the beginning of the drama and give suggestions on how it should be played. Everyone starts to leave until the director pulls you and Miyeon to the side. 

"There will be kissing and intimate scenes later on in the drama; I just want to point that out." It doesn’t faze you, while Miyeon looks nervous. You don’t give attention to her, knowing any industry will be harsh if you don’t commit. You learn it the hard way, thinking it’s best for her to receive it this way if she wants to become an irreplaceable actress. 

You shoot your beginning scenes separately until your character crosses paths with Miyeon. It becomes a month later, crossing paths with her, all bruised and bleeding with your action scene. Miyeon’s acting is fairly good compared to your expectations, as she plays her character. The director pulls you off to shoot Miyeon’s solo scene for a while. She acts according to the director’s desire. You study her acting, pleasantly nodding at how well she acts. The director calls you up again. 

"Lay on the ground with your shirt covering the small blood pouch." Miyeon knew her scene for this as soon as the camera starts rolling. She gets down on her knees, crying and weeping from seeing you lying on the ground with the amount of blood you are losing. You see how beautiful she is as Miyeon gets closer to your face and cries. You get transferred on the stretcher while she is getting dragged away, her voice being faint as you get on the stretcher to end the scene. 

"Cut, that was perfect! Let’s wrap it up for today and shoot the hospital scene tomorrow." 

It’s now the next day to shoot the hospital scene, and after the hospital, you get discharged to Miyeon’s house in the drama. You lay on the couch without the director telling you if he improvised the scene. He hits the slate—cameras in action. She wipes your neck with a wet towel, and your character’s feelings developed for her after taking care of you in the hospital. 

“Can you stop seeking revenge and live a normal life?” She acted out her scene.

“I don’t want to live a life full of regrets.”

She sheds tears as the camera focuses on her. "I don’t want to see you get hurt anymore." She touches your face, leans closer, and gives you a kiss. You get into your character and kiss her more with your hand on her nape. She blushes without you knowing. 

"Cut! One more take." She breaks the kiss, and you see how red she has gotten. Miyeon’s face was too red for the director’s liking. You and Miyeon shot the scene another three times. The director isn’t so pleased with her; you saw how displeased he was after four tries and walks to him. 

"I think she needs some time today; she’s doing good, except for the kissing scene. Let’s shoot it next week?" 

"Yeah, that sounds okay; I’ll see you next week." Everyone starts to slowly pack the cameras and screens, heading back to the van. You see Miyeon with her manager, and you go to Miyeon. 

“Can I talk to Miyeon for a bit?” You asked her manager and nods to you.

“Miyeon, just think of it as a simple kiss from me.”

“Can I have your number?”

"Yeah, sure."  You gave her your number. 

“I think I’ll head home now, thanks.”

Miyeon is embarrassed by how poorly she thought she performed. She gets up and heads out of the set. You walk to your manager and start heading out, thanking everyone for their work today. You get home after an hour and get a text from Miyeon telling you to meet her at her house tomorrow. You text her, and she gives you her address. You get flustered, knowing she’s an idol and not wanting to hurt your career along with hers. You accept her invitation to do whatever she needs you for. 

It’s now the next day, and you get ready to go to Miyeon by yourself in your own car. You get to her place, and you knock on her door. Miyeon opens the door shyly. She smiles, and you smile back while she guides you into her house and then sits on the couch. 

“Can I ask you a favor?” She shyly asked to you.

“What is it?”

“Can we kiss? I want the scene to be perfect.”

You get flustered by her favor. She quietly stares at you for an answer.

“Miyeon” you paused for a second. “I think this is too far.”

“I never had this much intimacy for a scene. May you help me?”

You know the series would be a mess if she didn’t act accordingly to the fans' and directors' liking. She grabs your hand with hers and begs you. 

“Do you want to actually do the scene right on this couch?” You asked her.

“Yes.”

You sit on the couch and she brings a wet towel, acting like she’s on set.

“Can you stop seeking revenge and live a normal life?”

“I don’t want to live a life full of regrets.”

"I don’t want to see you get hurt anymore." She touches your face, leans closer, and gives you a kiss. You hold her nape and feel her tongue; she drops the towel and places her hands on your cheeks. You feel her arching as the kiss gets more intimate than you thought it would. She wasn’t much of a good kisser, but the aura she has makes you kiss her more, as you can only hear her breathing and kissing you romantically. You snap out of the distraction, and Miyeon is still holding onto your cheeks as she looks at you. Her eyes are so pretty, making you speechless. 

“I’m sorry, I got carried away.” She apologized to you.

“Miyeon, your face is very red.”

“Can we try again please, just the kissing scene.”

You start wondering if she’s just being sly or actually wanting to perfect this scene.

“Settle down until your ready, your face is still glowing red.”

She gets up, “you want some water?”

“Sure.”

She walks to the kitchen; you see the way she was dressed, showing her ass cheeks as she walks. You start wondering why she’s wearing this with you in her house. She gets a cold bottle of water and walks back. You can see her nipples through her white shirt; you didn’t notice the way she was wearing at the start. You hesitate, wondering if this is something you’re willing to help her with. She sits down close to you and fixes her hair. 

“Take two?” She kindly asked.

“Take two.”

She leans in slowly and her lips touch yours. It soon becomes a French kiss, like the director wanted it to. You grab her nape, and she slowly gets on top of you, distracted from her kiss. She moans quietly and arches her back slowly. 

“Miyeon.”

She doesn’t answer; you think she doesn’t want to act out the scene at this point. She breaks the kiss from you.

“I have to tell you something.” She said.

“What is it?”

“I… I like you a lot.”

“I understand you like me as a fan, but the scene isn’t suppose to be this romantic.”

“Not as a fan, but as a woman.” She gets shy with her face glowing red.

You get flustered knowing she’s beautiful, but you have no feelings for her. 

“Miyeon.”

“Yes?”

“Is this why you asked me to come over?”

“I’m sorry, you’re such a great kisser. I thought about you all night.”

You don’t want to say anything bad to her as a colleague. “What is it that you really want from me, Miyeon.”

"There is a sex scene near the ending." You get surprised by her comment; you haven’t even read that far yet, but she did. "I’m not experienced with sex that much. The director might cut me from this role." 

“Miyeon, I’m sorry but I’m just a colleague of yours.”

"Well, you are getting hard as I sit on you." Her words took you by surprise; you didn’t even realize your cock had become hard. "Your words may be different from what your body says." She spoke in a seductive tone, and you hesitate if you would actually help her with the sex scene. "Listen, help me out, okay? I really don’t want to be cut from the role; I don’t want people to talk bad about me, please." 

You stare at her begging you, and she gets on her knees. You feel bad as a colleague if you left her alone in this harsh industry. You look at her from a different perspective—as a beautiful person with a kind personality that people love. You decide to give her a chance to make up for her flaws. 

“Miyeon, I’ll help you.”

“Can we kiss?”

“Sure.”

She gets on top of you and feel her warmth between her legs, she was getting turned on just from you. She gives you a kiss, then turns into a French kiss and you hold her sides, slowly up to her arms as she places her arms on your shoulders. Miyeon moans, being touched by you romantically. She grinds slowly on your cock as she glues her lips with yours. Miyeon arches her back and you lock her in from the back. She gives you a slight quiet laugh.

“Fuck, you can handle me so gently.”

“I can handle you in a different way if you’re curious.”

“Let’s go to my bed.”

You realize you drop your honorifics along with her. She turns you on as she gets more aroused for you and walk to her bed. You sit on the bed and she strips in front of you. She turns around, showing her body and laughing. You take your shirt and pants off for her.

“Fuck” She gulps looking at your cock.

“You’re body is amazing, Miyeon.”

“I could say the same. May I get on top of you?”

“You may, princess.”

“Ahh, you know my nickname.” She gives you a kiss and inserts your cock in her. You feel how tight she is and grunt quietly.

“You love how tight and wet I am for you?”

“Yes I do, Miyeon.”

“Call me princess when we are alone together, you turn me on ever since the hospital scene.”

“I always wondered how different you can be, princess.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot of you thinking about me.”

She slowly grinds on your cock, leaning in to kiss you and hold her neck. She moans harder at you choking her.

“You turn me on so much.” Miyeon said

“Show me a different side of you, princess.”

She gets up and rides your cock faster. Your body sinks into her bedsheets as your body collides with her. Miyeon moans louder; covering her mouth and tilting her head backward. You rub her clit as she starts to scream into her mouth. She comes back down to kiss you aggressively, her lips are perfect for kissing and wondered how perfect it is for your cock.

“Miyeon, want a taste?”

She quickly releases your cock from her and gets on all fours to suck you off. You sit up, seeing her wonderful ass with her toned back. You grab her tits and gave them a feel, softly squeezing them and caressing her tits. You grab her hair to give her some room to suck you off. Miyeon gags, cleaning her saliva and helping herself for more.

“You’re not even bad at sex, Miyeon.” You speculate her choices, thinking she’s taking advantage of you. She releases her mouth and catches her breath.

“Okay, you got me.”

“Was sex the only thing you wanted from me, Cho Miyeon?”

“I’m sorry, but I really want you.”

“So, how can you blush that much to my kiss?”

“I’d admit, you’re hot, and you can kiss.”

“I’d admit, you’re a beautiful woman, but I don’t have feelings for you, Miyeon. Why did you take it this far just to have me in your bed?”

She pauses, staring at you with guilt. “Can we just be fuck buddies at the very least? This can be our secret, you’re such a perfect man.”

“There are many men in this industry who can fulfill your horny needs, not just me, Miyeon. I’m done.” You get up and dress yourself as she watches you.

“Remember me saying I have feelings for you?”

You pause, forgetting she said that earlier. “What does having sex have to do with that?” You turn cold to her. She presses her lips and bite them from your harsh comment.

“I’m very sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

You don’t answer her and storm out her house, realizing you have to put up with her for the drama. Going back home, you call your manager.

“Is it too late to drop out of this drama?”

“Wait, why, don’t, didn’t you like this?”

“I don’t know, a slight change of heart.”

“I’ll let the company know, for now it’s only a maybe.”

“Okay, just calling to ask.”

“Alright, I’ll call you back later, bye.”

You hang up the phone and drive back home. Miyeon was still on her bed, looking at the bedsheets you were laying on, realizing she messed up big time with you being an A-list celebrity that can potentially put dirt on her name more than she can put on yours. She wipes her tears, feeling guilty for taking advantage of you for her needs. She calls you and you block her phone at the traffic light on the way home. She becomes devastated, potentially messing up her career and think of ways to gain back both of your chemistry in the drama.

You get home and quickly lay on the couch; turning on the tv. You think back about her, knowing you were cold to her. You decide to clean the house to distract yourself, and a few hours later, your manager calls you.

“Um, the media found out that you’re thinking of dropping out from the drama.”

“It’s not a surprise."

“The director might call you if he sees the news.”

"I'll assure him, dont worry."

You hang up and search the internet, seeing people comment and worried about why you’re dropping out. You decide to stay and think for the better of gaining more attraction towards the series with that small speculation; putting up for Miyeon as a small chapter in your career.

It’s now the day of the house scene—a retake scene. The first two episodes aired, and look at the comments. Some of the viewers love the chemistry between you and Miyeon—little did they know what was happening behind the scenes. You haven’t contacted Miyeon since. You arrive on the scene and see her with a box of goodies to make up for the conflict between you and her. 

“Can I have a word with you at the corner?”

“Sure”

“Here you go, I’m very sorry about what I did, please forgive. Can we please bring back the chemistry we have together?”

“We’ll see.”

“How can I make it up for you?”

“If you really want, try and figure it out.”

You leave her as she stands at the corner, the director sees a small conflict and comes to you.

“Is there a conflict between you and Miyeon?”

“Just a small one, don’t worry.”

“Okay then.” The director speculates. “Camera will be rolling in three minutes!” The director said on the megaphone.

You get on the couch, and Miyeon sits beside you, ready for the scene. She takes a glance at you, and as you look back, she turns around towards the camera. You stare at her in a cold way, waiting for her to look at you again. You hear the slate clap, and the camera starts rolling as she looks back to see you staring at her. She gets nervous, and you go into your acting. Miyeon becomes in awe, seeing how professional you can get within seconds. 

The scene took two tries, with the director happy to finish it. The camera crew packs up for the next location. The filming took another seven hours, ending with your action scene at night with Miyeon. 

“You did great today, Miyeon.” She smiles as you assure her.

"Thank you; you did great too." She gives you her hand to clap, and you clap her hand. "Want to get some barbecue? We can take our managers and crew along." 

“Sure”

You gather anyone who wants barbecue and head to the restaurant. Sitting at the table, Miyeon is across from you at the end of the table. She grabs a soju bottle and pours you a shot along with her.

"Cheers!" She said it to you, smiling. Everyone that came felt like only you and Miyeon were separated in your own worlds together. The crew and managers were laughing, eating, and drinking. 

"Cheers, Miyeon." You said nonchalantly to her. You pour her a shot out of respect as a senior colleague. She gets shy from you pouring her a shot. It was two hours in, drinking with Miyeon and everyone that joined. You head to the bathroom as an excuse to pay the bill for everyone without them knowing. You come back to the table, seeing Miyeon swaying from almost being drunk. You look at her manager; she was still sober enough to drive Miyeon home. Suddenly, Miyeon gets up, and you look at her walking towards the front to pay the bill. 

“It was already paid.” She looks at the worker; confused.

“Who”

The worker whispers your name to her, Miyeon walks back and sits down. “Thank you for paying.”

"Yea, no problem." Some of the camera crew starts to leave, knowing you paid the bill, and thanked you. A few minutes later, it was just you, Miyeon, her manager, and the director. 

"It’s getting late; I’ll head out. Thanks for paying." The director said to you and heads out. 

"You can leave; I’ll take Miyeon." Her manager said to you. 

"No, he’ll take me home." Miyeon interrupted. You get flustered, wondering how drunk she is. 

"Miyeon, you’re drunk; let’s go." Her manager said.

"No, I’m not." You and her manager clearly see how red she is. Miyeon’s manager looks at you. 

“Are you okay to take her home?” Her manager asked you.

"If that’s what she wants, then you can go; I can take care of her." 

"Alright, see you at the next set." She waves at you, and you wave back. You look at Miyeon with her face leaning on her arms on the table. 

“Miyeon, let’s go.” She smiles at you and gets up.

"Can you hold my hand in case I fall?" She said. You hold her hands and head to your car. You open the door for her, head to the driver's seat, and drive back to her house. 

"You know, I was wrong, but my feelings for you are still the same." She said it while looking out over the bridge that you’re driving on. 

“It’s okay, Miyeon.” She looks at you, knowing she’s not enough for you. Miyeon looks out the window again with the windows down.

“Was this what you meant by making up for me with food?”

“Maybe”

You wonder if she has feelings for your character or your actual self. "Are you having feelings for me or my character?" 

She gets puzzled, wondering if she actually fell for you playing your own character. You glance at her; she's looking down at her legs. "I-I really don’t know." She gets sober quickly with the wind blowing in her face. "Can we at least fuck tonight? You haven’t declined to be a fuck buddy with me."  

“Is this how you want to make up to me?” You teased her.

"Maybe." She teases you. "So what’s your answer? You’ve been working hard. I want to give you something special." 

“You promise to keep this dirty little secret with me, Miyeon?”

"Oh, I will." She grabs your hand and makes you touch her tits. "Don’t they feel good? I know people stare at them secretly when I wear a push-up." 

“Your tits are amazing.”

“It’s more amazing when I’m naked with you in bed. ”

“Dirty little princess, I know how fragile you are.”

“Ruin me.”

“Your mouth needs a lesson, princess. Should I clean that dirty mouth with something?”

"I’d fucking love it—teach me a lesson." 

“You’re dirty, Miyeon.” You laugh at her.

“I know I am, that’s why I want you in my bed. Only someone like you can handle me.” She guides your hands, digging into her panties and feeling how wet she got from the dirty talking.

“Seems like someone’s horny.”

“You have your way with words. I love how you talk dirty to me.” She laughs and releases your hands. You lick your fingers, tasting her wet pussy.

“You taste amazing, Miyeon.”

“Stay with me for the night.”

“We’ll see about that, princess.”

“Fuck, you turn me on so much just by calling me princess.”

You get to her house and look outside in case people catch you and Miyeon. It’s clear—you get out, opening the door for Miyeon also. Miyeon opens her house door, then closes it as soon as you both get in. You pin her to the wall, kissing her neck as she tilts to the side. She moans softly, and you dig into her panties, rubbing her clit as soon as you feel her folds. Miyeon breathes harder, and her tits mash onto your chest. Her legs jerk as you finger her, and she slowly squats down—a good position to make her cum hard to your desire. 

“Want me to make you cum?”

“Fuck, please do it.”

“Don’t be exhausted after, the lesson barely started, princess.”

She doesn’t reply; her mouth is wide open as you finger her faster. You choke her with your other hand, and she clenches her teeth. Miyeon moans louder, her legs jerking quickly. You give her a kiss, getting her more aroused, and make small squeals.

“I'll make you squirt, princess.”

“Please do it.”

She tilts her head into the wall, and her body arches forward. You kiss her more, you use your arm muscles to finger her faster, and she’s breathing harder at this point. Her legs are folded; only her feet and wall are holding her up in a squat position for you. Miyeon erotically groans and moans, which then turn into small screams. 

"Cum for me, princess," you whispered into her ear. She gives you a pause; her eyes are shut hard. 

"Ah!!" Her legs jerk harder as she cums, and you finger her faster. She gasped loudly from cumming hard. Your arm becomes wet from her squirting. You finger her slowly and then rub her clit after. She breathes heavily. You guide her to kneel and place your cock in front of her face. She helps herself, wrapping her mouth around your cock, and sucks you off slowly at the start before going faster. She wraps her arm around your legs, bobbing her head and sucking you off, feeling the tip of your cock shape in her cheeks. She gets messy as saliva drips down from her mouth.

She gags, taking your cock deeper into her mouth. She pauses to breathe but quickly sucks you off again. You grab her hair, pulling it upwards towards you, and she smiles. She is a wild woman, loving everything you do to her. You decide to hold her face—she pauses, knowing what you’re going to do. You thrust into her mouth, making her choke while she looks at you. She swallows every bit of saliva and your cock every time you thrust into her mouth. You thrust into her mouth deeper, using her for pleasure. She gags and chokes, not backing down, taking every abuse you give her. Saliva leaks out of her chin as it drips onto the floor. 

"Your mouth feels so good, princess." You don’t stop thrusting until she suddenly taps your thighs. You pull back from her mouth, and she catches her breath and swallows the mess. 

"Use me, abuse my body, fuck me like there’s no tomorrow." She sucks on your tip and waits for your reply. 

“I don’t want to do abuse you that much, princess.”

"That’s so respectful, but fine. That’s hot of you." She sucks you off again, wanting to make you cum inside her mouth as much as possible. She moans, pleasing her needs. You grunt quietly; you’re almost reaching your limit as you look at each other. She’s beautiful; her eyes are filled with desire. 

"Princess, I’m going to cum." You gasp for air, and she sucks you off aggressively. You hold onto her hair and start cumming. Miyeon chokes hard with your cum erupting down her throat quickly. She pauses, swallowing your cum quickly with her tongue licking your tip. She moans as she closes her eyes, finally getting a taste of your warm cum. You pull out of her mouth, and saliva drips slowly off your cock. You grab your cock and slap her cheeks softly, with her smiling brightly and laughing. 

“Fuck, I might be addicted to your cum.” She licks her lips and clean her mouth. You went to grab a paper towel to wipe her mess on the floor. She looks at you clean her floor, surprised she squirted that much.

“I want to cum on your face.” She said to you.

"Go wait in the bed for me—lay on your stomach, princess." 

She quickly runs to the room while you throw the wet paper towel into the trash. You walk to her room, greeted by her ass, and toned back for you. She giggles, excited to give you a taste of her and her amazing body. You grab her legs and pull them towards you to the edge, and plant your face right on her folds, licking slowly. She moans erotically and grips the bedsheet. You give her ass a hard squeeze and a slap. She screams quietly as you eat her pussy faster. Her breaths become heavy from you pleasuring her. 

"Just like that, don’t stop." Miyeon pleaded. You slide a finger into her pussy, making her scream softly. You eat her slowly, tasting every bit of her juice. It becomes several minutes; she’s still moaning, knowing you want to make her cum less harder this time. You grab her legs and make her lay on her back. She opens her legs for you, seeing that smile she’s giving you, and locks her hands with yours as you eat her pussy again. She tilts her head at how your tongue feels on her pussy. Her soft, small hands squeeze yours, and she breathes harder. 

“Feel free to cum, princess.”

“Just keep going.”

You kiss her folds, laughing shyly at the little romance you show her. You lick her pussy again, your warm breath coating her folds. She screams erotically; her hands tense up on your hand. You lock your hands with hers to make her not move around. She starts to cum, feeling her legs jerk as it spreads. Her moans become softer and more seductive. You suck on her pussy while she cums. She catches her breath more easily, and you kiss her inner thighs. You lay beside her, staring at each other. She gulps, exhausted from her orgasm. 

“It’s been a long day, princess. Let’s have a small break, then I’ll put it in you.”

She smirks at you and turns around with her ass touching your cock slightly. You get closer to her and hold onto her tits, sleeping quickly from a long day of shooting scenes and fucking each other. 

You wake up a couple hours later. She’s still sleeping and give her shoulders a kiss, then on to her nape. You hear her moan slightly and she teases you with her ass pushing onto your cock. You thrust on her crack, teasing her while she’s tired and insert your cock into her. Miyeon moans quietly and longer.

“How do you want it, princess?”

“Any way to please you and me together.”

You insert your cock deeply in her, and she moans loudly while you make her lay on her stomach. You give her ass a spank; her hands grip the pillow, moaning louder while you penetrate her. You reach for her hands, pinning them onto her back as her body sinks into the bedsheets. You thrust faster, making her take your cock as you penetrate her tight walls. You love the way she looks lying down. You give her a couple more spanks until her ass turns red. She tilts her head sideways to look at you behind her. Miyeon's eyes fill with lust as she tries hard to not close her eyes from your cock deep in her. 

“You love this cock, don’t you?”

"It’s so g-" Her breaths cut her words, and she clenches her teeth. You let go of her hands and grab onto her hips. Miyeon opens one of her legs to the side, wanting it deeper in her, and you take every inch of room to thrust her deeper. She yells in a high pitch, taking your cock and not stopping until she tells you. Miyeon breathes harder and louder, loving how you abuse her body and feel the pleasure. You grab her arm up towards you, and she gets on her knees with you thrusting her. Her ass collides with your pelvis, and you grab onto her neck, choking her with moderate pressure. She moans, closing her eyes while your hands are on her neck. Miyeon is gasping for air, you slow down your thrust. 

“I didn’t tell you to slow down.”

You get flustered and penetrate her walls again. You kiss her nape and choke her slightly harder. Miyeon places her hand on your arm that was choking her to hold, and the other hand on her clit; rubbing it. You love smelling her scent; it was taking over your consciousness—penetrating her walls harder. You nibble her ear, making her squeal seductively. She gasps for air from rubbing her own clit while you are deep inside her.  

“Cum on this cock, princess.”

"Right there, please don’t stop." You feel her body becoming loose. Miyeon starts feeling overwhelmed, moaning louder and yelling erotically. Her body tense up as she starts to cum with her body jerking. 

"Keep using that voice of yours, princess." You squeeze her tits harder and give them a slap. Parts of her body have gotten red from you abusing her for her needs. Miyeon tilts her head behind, wanting to make out with you, and she starts to grind on you to your rhythm. She moans more, catching her breath with her mouth open. You release her neck and put a finger in her mouth. Miyeon sucks on your finger, feeling her soft lips and tongue making your finger wet with her saliva. 

“How do you want my cum, princess?”

“In me, it’s okay.”

You breathe more heavily as you get to your limit. “Miyeon, I’m going to cum.”

“Cum in me.”

You thrust as you reach your limit—cumming inside her. She squeals from your cock erupting and slowly falls down onto the bed along with you. Miyeon moans softer, you kiss her hair, making her giggle. You pull out and lay beside her. She quickly gets up and sucks your cock, tasting your cum that was left over. Miyeon joins you, lying beside you, and stares at each other.

She laughs, “you’re amazing.”

“You were great, princess.”

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"Thanks; we should sleep now." You nod, agreeing with her. You fell asleep quickly after several minutes. She doesn’t fall asleep and quietly looks towards you, admiring how well you treated her in bed. She stares at the ceiling and falls asleep.

You hear birds chirping and wake up; the sun is out. Miyeon slept facing you with her hair more messy than last night. You start to wonder if being like this with Miyeon will harm your career. You stare right at her, suddenly opening her eyes to see you looking at her. 

Miyeon smiles brightly, “Good morning.”

“Good morning, Miyeon.”

“It’s princess.” She giggles.

“Mhm” You’re hesitating, wanting her naked at any time but don’t want to hurt your career.

“You look deep in thought. May I know what you’re thinking?”

"You realize we can both hurt our careers if a word gets out?" 

"I know, but there are always two sides to the story, right?" You nod tiredly; she’s right about that. "I remembered you getting into a scandal too; it’s nothing to be worried about." Miyeon tried to assure you. 

"Something like this would be frowned upon more by the media, Miyeon, It’s going to hurt your idol career, also. I’m saying this as a senior." 

"I understand; we both know cameras are pointing at us in every direction; we have no privacy. I know you’re more worried for me, but don’t be." 

"Miyeon… That’s not the point I’m talking about. It’s going to stab us internally even after we both lose our careers."

“I know…” She said it in a sad tone.

“Miyeon.. this ain’t supposed to be taken lightly.”

"I know, I understand you’re looking out for me; I personally thank you, but let's just fuck until the drama ends, then we can go our own ways and just become friends after."

You lay there quietly, wondering what you’re protecting—Miyeon or your career. Okay, after this drama, this can be our secret." 

“Can I get my morning taste of warm coffee?” She smirks at you.

“Come and taste it then.”

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She smiles going down to greet your cock. She looks at you, giving your cock a kiss on the tip. “I love taking your lessons.”

"Anytime, princess. Is lessons our secret word?" 

"It is now." She wraps her mouth around your cock, bobbing and sucking you off. You grab her pillow and place it on your pillow for a better look at her sucking you off. She brushes her hair away when it gets in the way, but there’s that one strand of hair that makes her look so hot, sucking you off. Miyeon holds onto your balls, feeling her warm hands caressing them. Your cock twitches at what she’s doing. Miyeon releases herself from your cock and takes a breath with saliva strands hanging off from her mouth to your cock. She smiles at you and jerks you off slowly.  

“You love my mouth don’t you?” She smirks.

"I do; you’re amazing. You have so much talent with that mouth of yours." 

"Aw, thanks. I always wondered how big you were when you did that one sex scene a year ago. You fucked her so hot." She kisses your tip after. 

“Dirty little girl.”

“Well, I actually find you hot regardless. I played with myself imagining how you fuck me.”

“You’re so dirty, Miyeon. I love it”

“I love how different you are without cameras, it’s so hot.” She starts to lick and make out with your cock.

“A horny idol you are. Who would of thought.”

“It’s my image, I actually have respect too. Just being with you is different, I can have my wildest dreams come true with you.”

“Let’s not talk, I want to hear that mouth of yours on my cock.”

She smirks at you, granting your command. Miyeon sucks you off deep until she gags, bobbing her head as she stares right back at you. You close your eyes and tilt your head back, loving how she’s giving you such pleasure. She’s sucking you off slowly for several minutes, loving your taste in her mouth. You breathe heavily from her mouth tightly wrapping your cock. You grunt harder, and your cock starts twitching. She feels it and decides to edge you slowly until you shoot strands of cum deep into her throat. You start feeling how Miyeon sucks you off now, edging you until you can’t hold back. 

“Miyeon” you took a breath, “you’re such a tease.”

She doesn’t answer you, edging you slowly to get the morning taste that she wants. She worships your cock, pleasing you until you cum hard in that dirty mouth of hers that you love so much. 

"Miyeon," You grunted hard. "Miyeon," You repeated her name, letting her know that you're going to cum. She taps your stomach, letting you know she’s ready to take your cum. You erupt hard in her mouth with the amount of edging she did. She chokes hard but still takes your cum in her mouth. She moans, making noises at the surprise of your cum still erupting. She gags as you fill her mouth. You feel her swallowing your cum while she’s still wrapping her mouth. You close your eyes and breathe hard as she finishes swallowing. Miyeon slowly releases your cock from her mouth, takes a deep breath, crawls to you, and kisses your chest. She lays on your chest, feeling tits mashed onto you, and waits for you to catch your breath. 

“It’s good as always.”

You couldn’t answer her, instead tapping your hands on her back. She giggles, knowing you had a good time with her.

“Want some food? It’s my treat since you came over.”

“Okay, princess.”

She gets her phone and scrolls through the menu to order. She purchases what she bought and washes up first. You lay down; her mouth was something else than you had ever experienced. You get up and dress, waiting for your turn to go to the bathroom. She comes out with a bright smile and heads to the living room. You wash up and come back to sit on the couch with her. 

“Where is the sex scene for the drama?”

“After you confess your feelings to me at your house.”

“I haven’t read to that part yet, you’re committed.”

“I have to study hard to be a good lead for you anyways. I don’t have much experience as you.”

“I’ve been there, it gets easier if you find your ways.” You assured her.

“Apart from sex, you’re actually a great person, thanks.”

“I always give back my knowledge in acting, I won’t stay young forever.” The doorbell rings and miyeon gets the food. She comes back, placing it on the table.

“Let’s eat.” She gives you a spoon and fork, you both eat and talk about each others acting careers, getting closer to her. You finish your plate and wait on her. Miyeon finishes her plate minutes later.

“Well, I guess you have to leave, right?”

“Yea, I’ll see you at the next set, Miyeon.”

“Alright, see you there!” You both wave at each other and you headed home. The director calls you while you’re driving.

“There will be a sex scene next mouth.”

"Alright, let Miyeon know too." You play dumb while at the same time feeling guilty towards the director, whom you worked for many times, for not knowing about you and Miyeon’s secret. 

-A month later-

You wake up and go wash up; tired and exhausted from all the filming and your tight schedule. You eat a small breakfast with your manager, who came over. 

“I’m worried about Miyeon today.” Your manager said to you.

“I am too, but this is what she signed up for.” You played dumb with your manager.

“You’re going to be the talk of the town after that scene releases.”

“I can already see ahaha.”

You finish your small meal with your manager and head to the set, being the first to arrive with the director and other camera crew. Miyeon arrives after, and the director pulls the both of you to the side. 

“The blanket on the bed will be covering the both of you. Miyeon only needs to wear a bra, pants will be on though.”

“Wouldn’t the scene be better if it’s more realistic?” Miyeon questioned the director.

"Uh, yeah, but I’ll need both of your consent if you both would rather do this." The director looks at you for an answer with a worried face. 

“I don’t mind.” You answered.

The director nods and heads to the cameramen to notify them of the changes. You pull Miyeon to the side. 

“Are you really that crazy, Miyeon?”

"It’s princess, we’ve been too busy for a month. I miss you being inside me; don’t you miss being inside me too?" She whispered to you.

“What are you doing tonight, Miyeon?”

“I’m doing you tonight.”

You nod, flustered and surprised by her answer. "You want lessons at eleven?"

“I’d love that.”

"Everyone get in your positions; cameras will roll in three minutes. Miyeon lays on the bed, covering herself until you get on top of her. You get on the bed with her. Miyeon secretly jerks you off slowly under the blankets until the director gives the both of you a signal. The camera crew comes in and gets in their positions to shoot the scene. The slate hits, and the cameras start rolling. 

You make out with her, and she inserts your cock in. She moans romantically as you thrust her slowly and hugs you. Miyeon stares at you with her mouth open, turning you on even more and picking up the pace. The scene is more romantic than it was said to be. You kiss her neck as she tilts to the side for the camera. 

“Cut!” The director yelled.

You get off of her, and your manager runs to you to get you a towel to walk back into the changing room. Miyeon follows along to the next stall beside you with her manager. You both don’t exchange words, trying not to be suspected by the managers. You come out, and your manager walks you to the director. Miyeon follows behind, being notified by her manager. 

“You both have great chemistry, I think you both will win the best couple award.”

“Seems likely.” You laugh to the manager. Miyeon becomes silent, being flustered by the potential of getting the award with you.”

“Well sadly, the last scene will be next week. Let’s work hard.”

“Yes, director.” You and Miyeon said to the director.

Everyone heads to the next location, which takes another five hours to shoot. The last scene is a solo scene of Miyeon’s character, and you watch her through the screen. You become fascinated by Miyeon’s hard work. 

"Cut! Let’s wrap it up and go home; it’s getting late." The director said. You check the time nonchalantly, and Miyeon comes beside you to look at her scenes. 

“I did great.”

"You did, Miyeon." You complimented her. She goes to her manager to get ready to leave, and she thanks everyone. You head back to your manager's car while thanking everyone else as well. Miyeon’s manager drives her home, and you leave minutes later. 

"The drama is ending soon; do you want to have a get-together with the actors and actresses that played a role?" Your manager asked you. 

"I’m planning on it; I just don’t know where." 

“Your house?” He gives you a recommendation.

“That’s actually a good idea.”

Your manager arrives at your house and drops you off. It was a quarter until eleven. You walk in your house until he leaves, and you get out again, driving to Miyeon. You get to Miyeon’s place, looking out for cameras and people, then knock on her door with a cap on. Miyeon opens the door, gladly seeing you, and walks you inside. 

After she closes the door, Miyeon takes off her robe. You look at her: a push-up bra that makes her tits look so refined and bigger, tight shorts that show her thighs and ass cheeks as she walks in front of you. She catwalks, showing you her confidence to turn you off even more. 

“What are you waiting for?” She walks to the hallway. You grab her tits from the back, feeling her bra pads as she laughs.

“Fuck, I deserve your body after the tigh schedules, Miyeon.”

“I deserve you in my bed also. I’ve been dying to get fucked by you.”

You pin her to the wall by her bedroom. "Let me rip your t-shirt apart; I’ll buy you a new one." You ripped her t-shirt off without her answering. 

"It’s cheap; I only bought it for you to do this either way." She giggles. "Fucking handle me like this body is yours to abuse." 

"Take my lessons like a good girl." You kiss her tits with her bra still on, feeling her soft tits in the small, tight bra waiting to be undone. She hugs you by the nape while you glue your face to your cleavage, licking it and kissing her tits. She pushes her tits against your face, letting you get hugged by her tits. You lick and kiss every side, grabbing her ass in her tight shorts and digging into her panties. Miyeon does the same and takes off your pants halfway to jerk your cock off. 

You slide her shorts down and move her panties to the side of her inner thighs, quickly inserting your cock in as she squeals. You grab her hands, pinning her to the wall while she tiptoes. You both stare at each other with the lust between you two. You look into her beautiful, innocent eyes, knowing she loves fucking you with every chance she can get. Her little secret with you hasn’t gotten out. You fuck her harder and faster with her bra still on, looking at the amazing view of her body while you collide with her. 

“Let’s go on the bed.” Miyeon asked you.

You pull out, and she walks through the door. You give her ass a slap, and she looks back, smirking at you, "You’re so aggressive today, but I fucking love it." 

She lays down on her back, opening her legs, and you quickly insert your cock in without hesitation. She moans louder, and you hold her neck, choking her slowly and then putting more pressure as she smirks. Her walls get wetter and tighter, just like you want her to be. You thrust her deep and hard, hearing the sounds of bodies clapping in the room. You kiss her soft lips and make out with her aggressively. Miyeon’s loving every moment you do to her, fucking her body like you own her. She hugs your back, holding onto you as you penetrate her walls. You don’t stop fucking her for minutes, not having any rest as both of you breathe harder. 

“Let me use my mouth that you love.” Miyeon asked.

"Get on top, princess." You pull out and lay on the bed. She quickly gets on her stomach and sucks you off. Miyeon bobs her head quicker, making her hair all messy. You look at her sucking you off—a beautiful idol that becomes a different person in bed. You close your eyes, feeling her mouth sucking you off so well. You grunt and gasp, she plays with your balls, asking for your warm cum to explode into her mouth. Miyeon makes more mess, saliva hanging down her chin, smudging her eyeliner and mascara in the process of her cravings. 

“You must of been hungry for a month, princess.”

She releases from your cock and jerks you off slowly. "You taste so good, I can suck you off for hours, licking and making a mess on my bedsheet." 

“I’ll grant you your desires after I make you cum.”

"Better not pass out if I keep making you cum; I’m not stopping. It’s been far too long without having you." 

“It’s not even midnight, princess, take your time.”

Her phone rings, and she pauses to check her phone. She opens her mouth and sucks you off quietly.

“Miyeon, are you busy tomorrow?”

She quietly releases, "No, why?" Miyeon sucks you off quietly again as she waits for an answer. 

“Want to go shopping?”

“Sure, what time?”

“Maybe one in the afternoon, are you eating something this late?”

“A popsicle.” She sucks your cock louder

“What flavor?”

“Guess, Minnie.” She smiles right at you.

“Orange?” Miyeon release from your cock again with Minnie’s answer.

“No, it’s so good, I’ve been addicted to this flavor.” Miyeon looks right at you saying that and smirks.

“If your not telling me then forget it.”

“Mhmm, it’s so good, Minnie.” Miyeon teases you and Minnie. You couldn’t believe she’s sucking you off while on the phone.

“Okay, just calling if you wanted to shop with us since you didn’t answer the text.”

“Okay.” She hangs up. “You love the tension don’t you?”

“That was pretty bold and hot, princess.” You complimented Miyeon.

“Shh, let me have more.”

You don’t say a word, only looking at her sucking you off loudly and messy. She arches her back, and you seeing her ass in the distance as your cock twitches.

“Seems like someone loves the view.” Miyeon said to you and sucks you off again.

“Fuck, your body is amazing, princess.”

You start getting to your limit by seeing her making a mess on your cock. She taps your thighs, knowing what’s in store for her. She goes deeper, feeling the back of her mouth hitting your cock. Miyeon’s tongue explores your cock inside her mouth. Your cock starts to pulsate, erupting quickly into her mouth as she chokes without letting go. You feel her mouth and throat trying to swallow while your cum floods her mouth. She chokes and gags harder with her eyes closed, trying to please you. She chokes harder than you ever saw and releases from your cock quickly. Cum drips from her mouth to her chin and down to the bedsheets. You get worried for her, but she puts her hand up to tell you she’s okay. 

“Fuck, I couldn’t handle-” She coughs, gasping for air.

“Miyeon, why did you push yourself that hard.” You breathe heavily.

“I wanted to impress you more.” She catches her breath. Your cum drips from your tip and she lowers herself to finish the remaining cum off your cock.

“Miyeon, your already impressive. It felt good having your mouth deep on my cock, but I don’t want you hurting yourself like that.”

"I’m sorry, but it’s time for you to make me cum." She gets up and squats down on your face. You grip her thighs and explore her folds, licking her inner thighs to her clit, making her moan erotically. Miyeon grips your hair, and you dig your tongue into her wet pussy. Her moans become longer and more erotic, sounding like she was singing a chorus. You love it even more, as it makes you more turned on by her beautiful voice. You insert a finger inside her and lick her folds. She squeals at you fingering her, not knowing you would do that. She gets off and gets on her knees, then drops down on your face again. 

"Just eat me; eat me until you are satisfied. I’m your meal tonight." 

You lock her thighs, planning on making her jerk around harder as she cums. She holds onto her headrest and arches her back, feeling her pussy get eaten by you vigorously. She yells out cute moans that turn into little soft giggles, being so overwhelmed by your mouth. She grinds faster; her wet pussy smudges your mouth and nose, not caring; you keep making her satisfied until she cums. 

Miyeon breathes harder and stands still; you know she’s getting to her limit and lock her thighs in as hard as you can to make her cum. She yells and moans while her body jerks, pinned by your arm. She arches her back, and her head drops behind. You bring your knee up in case she falls from you making her cum hard. Miyeon’s body tensed up, hearing her breathe loudly as she gasped for air. She gets quiet, slowly on the verge of cumming. Miyeon suddenly drops onto your thighs and knees, moaning loudly with her back being held.

Her hair dangles onto your legs, knowing her head is right off your knees and eat her slowly as she recovers from cumming hard. You kiss her inner thighs while they're tense and kiss her pussy while she rides out her orgasm. Miyeon's hair is still dangling as you lower your legs down for her. She brings her arm to her forehead, catching her breath with her eyes closed. 

You sit up, seeing her catching her breathes, “How was it, princess?” You kiss her tits and her neck, waiting patiently for her answer. You glide your hand to her thighs, caressing them, and slowly make way to her folds to rub.

“Ah!” She yells out. You laugh at her from giving her a tease.

“May I make you cum again, princess?”

“It was so good, make me cum again.”

“You’re a good girl, princess.” You whispered in her ear.

You slowly insert two fingers into her pussy, gripping her walls and rubbing her clit. Your cock is in her view, and Miyeon grabs it, slowly jerking you off and squeezing it softly. Miyeon moans quietly and puts your cock on her lips, kissing the sides to your tip. You finger her faster as she lets go of her lips from your cock to moan. She holds onto your other arm tightly. She clenches her teeth, fighting her urge, as you finger her faster, hearing how wet and sensitive she is. You look at her tits, shaking each time you finger her walls with your fingers as she jerks her body. 

Miyeon squeezes her hands tighter on your arm, knowing she’s going to cum again after a few minutes. Her beautiful face and body is something to admire that you love so much. You keep your pace while fingering her as she starts to cum. Her hands pull your arm down from the intensity of another orgasm. She yells and moans, body tenses up, and legs jerk. You slow down from fingering her, not wanting her to get exhausted. She catches her breath, and you pull your fingers out of her tight walls. 

“Let me fuck you. I know you won’t last long after all this.”

You push her up towards you and make her lay on her back by the pillow. She opens her legs, and you insert your cock inside her. Miyeon grabs your hands, and you fall close to her face. You thrust quickly in her while you both stare at each other. Her eyes gleamed with passion and lust, suddenly locking her legs with yours so you wouldn’t pull out. 

“I know you love this pussy.” She smirks at you, knowing it’s true.

"I’d admit." You thrust her deeper as she tilts her head back with her neck looking appetizing to kiss. You give her neck a kiss, and she hugs your back, exploring every part while you penetrate her. 

"Miyeon, I’m going to cum." You look at her, and she stares back. 

"Cum for me." You thrust her harder and cum inside her walls. She moans, feeling your cock pulsate deep in her—small moans and groans while you both looked into each other’s eyes. You fall beside her, still deep in her, and she hugs you tight. Miyeon gives you a kiss and pats your back. She searches for her phone and checks the time. 

“Oh my, we’ve been fucking for hours, it’s almost morning!”

“What time is it?”

“It’s four thirty.”

“I guess you can suck me off for hours next time, princess.” You pull out and lay beside her.

“You aren’t leaving this late are you?”

"I'd rather sleep with you than leave, princess." 

"Aw, come here and sleep on it then." You glue your face to her chest as you both close your eyes, falling asleep fast from all the sex you had with her tonight. 

It’s now almost afternoon. Miyeon wakes up first and washes herself while you sleep. She walks out of the bathroom quietly and looks at you with a sad face, knowing the deal of being fuck buddies is almost over with the drama filming ending next week. Miyeon heads to the kitchen to make breakfast. You wake up minutes later to wash yourself and get out. Walking out of her room, she was sitting on the couch with food steaming from the sunlight. 

“Good morning, princess.”

“Good morning.” You sit and eat with her. “You remember the deal we had?”

“What deal?”

“Where we become fuck buddies until the filming ends.” She looks down on the food.

“Oh that, yea why?” You answered her

"Hmm, nothing, just saying." Your tone made her think you wouldn’t fuck her after the filming ends. 

"Okay, let’s eat up; you have to go in a couple of hours." She nods, and you both eat until the plates are finished. Miyeon washes the dishes, and you join her to help out. After washing the dishes, you leave her house. She closes the door and gets ready to go while you drive back home. 

A week later after the last filming

You text Miyeon and a couple of colleagues that played a role in the filming. They all came to your house—Miyeon being the first to arrive and explores your house. 

“Is this what success looks like?” Miyeon laughs.

“You’re successful too, I don’t know what your saying. I’m only successful in acting.”

“It’s a big house, you got a lot of trophies on the glass cabinet.”

“Hard work, Miyeon.”

The doorbell rings, and a group of your colleagues join, greeting you and Miyeon. You bring in some soju and beer for the small party from the drama film ending. You call them on the day the drama episode airs on TV and watch with them with alcohol and food on the table as you all watch the drama. You glance at Miyeon and the TV. Miyeon drinks a hefty amount and starts to make you question if she plans on crashing on your bed with you tonight. The other colleagues stare at the TV, enjoying everyone’s acting and complimenting each other. 

The episode comes to an end, and you turn off the TV. Everyone claps for the great turnout and chemistry with each other. Everyone cleans up along with you until they go out the door, leaving Miyeon last.

"Miyeon, it’s our last time together today; I want you to enjoy every moment in my bed." You said it nonchalantly, but actually sad that it’s your last time with her. 

“Okay, take me to your bed, you aren’t doing nothing tomorrow are you?”

“I freed up my schedule knowing you would say that, princess.”

“Im glad you did.” You walk her to the bed and she pulls your pants off.

“I can still keep going if you pass out, right?”

"Yes, princess." She sucks you off slowly, tasting your cock as she swallows and spits on it. You hold her hair, seeing that beautiful face of hers for the last time after today. She closes her eyes and bobs her head. Minutes later, Miyeon becomes messy, knowing today will be her last time having you. She takes off her clothes quickly to give you a view of her body. You play with her tits, and she squeals at you. Miyeon doesn’t let go of your cock but only goes deeper and slowly. You fall back onto your bed, staring at her sucking you off desperately. Slight gags and chokes fill the room with her soft moans. She rubs her clit after you fall back. Today is her day to have all the time she wanted for the last time. 

She bobs her head faster, releasing momentarily to catch her breath with saliva dripping down her chin. 

"You’re doing great, princess." She smiles and sucks you off again. You get distracted by looking at her the whole time, admiring her beauty, not knowing you’re getting to your limit. 

“Miyeon, I’m going to cum.”

"Just what I wanted." She smirks and continues. You cum in her mouth, with Miyeon swallowing every cum until you finish. Miyeon continues to suck you off, not letting you get a rest. She uses her hands to jerk you off. Her tongue rubs against your tip, and she coats your tip with her warm breath. 

"Get ready to give me more." She jerks you off and wraps her mouth around your tip. You grunt harder, realizing she’s actually not stopping until she’s fully satisfied. Miyeon jerks you off faster—her tongue takes over, licking your sensitive tip as you get overwhelmed. You breathe harder, realizing you’re going to cum again if she keeps going. 

"Miyeon." She taps on your thigh, ready for another round of your cum. You tilt your head into the pillow and squeeze your hands. She keeps her pace, feeling your cock twitch in her mouth while you grunt. You breathe heavily and gasp for air, overwhelmed again by her mouth as she doesn’t stop. Your cock pulsates and then erupts in her mouth. She sucks you off faster, taking all the cum down her throat, and Miyeon gives pleasant soft moans from all the cum she’s having. Still not releasing, Miyeon goes for more, wanting you to cum as much as she can make you. Miyeon hasn’t said a word since, only having one goal for herself today. She bobs her head faster and plays with your balls. You grip the bedsheets while looking at her messy hair and mouth.

After minutes of her sucking you off constantly, she gets you to your limit again. Your body jerks more and breathes harder. You haven’t gotten a rest—her moans become louder without you knowing she’s fingering herself. Your cock begins twitching again after hearing Miyeon’s seductive soft moan. You erupt inside her again, she sucks you off faster, and your breaths turn into gasps, slowly losing sight. Miyeon sees you and jerks you off with your tip wrapped around her lips. You pass out while she helps herself to more. Miyeon starts riding your cock as you wake up again, seeing her ride you and give you a smile. 

“Cum in me, then I’ll head home. I want to cum with you first.”

“Anything for you, princess.”

She rides you faster and kisses your chest as she rubs her clit. Her tight walls hug your sensitive cock, and she makes out with your neck. You grab her tits, squeezing and playing with them. Her moans get loud and erotic while she rides you. Miyeon rides you as deep as possible, making your cock penetrate her harder. She rides you for several minutes nonstop, with both of you sweating on the bedsheets. You grunt while she moans; you’re getting to your limit again by how tight she is. 

“Fuck, I’m going to cum.”

“Keep going, princess, I will too.”

Miyeon tilts her head, closing her eyes to the ceiling with her back arched. She starts cumming with her moans getting louder, making her walls tighten up more as she stood still, body jerking that grinds your cock, and you cum inside her while you grunt—her nails dig into your collarbone. You catch your breath alongside her, and she comes back down, looking at you, laughing and smiling after. 

“Fuck, I made you come four times, I loved every second of it.”

You gulp and catch your breath, “You’re always amazing, Miyeon.”

“Well, I’m glad we became fuck buddies, let’s act like we didn’t fuck at the award show.”

“Alright, see you in two months. I'll support you and your group.

"Thanks; I’ll cheer for you on your next projects." She gets off your cock and dresses up. You put on your clothes with her and walk her out the door, waving goodbye to each other. 

Two months later

You sit at the table with your cast members for the drama, you and Miyeon were nominated for the best couple award. Miyeon comes to sit by you, followed by the rest of the cast. You and Miyeon act like nothing happened throughout the show. The host announces the best couple award with you, Miyeon, and many others nominated. The tension rises between the host and many others in the room until the host says your name and Miyeon’s. The confetti shoots out from the stage, hands clapping from colleagues and seniors in the industry. 

"Can you both kiss for us like in the drama?" The host reads her lines, and you look at Miyeon and kiss her lips. She gets shy in front of everyone. Miyeon suddenly guides your face to her and kisses you back, sending everyone in the crowd cheering and yelling from the surprise. 

"Oh my, is there a secret between you two, or is this chemistry so good!" 

"It’s chemistry, Miyeon is a great actress—being her senior in the industry, I’d say she’s very hardworking. I loved every moment of acting alongside her. I will cheer for Miyeon when she’s dancing and singing." 

“That’s some nice compliments from you! Miyeon, do you have any words to say?” The host asked.

“Yes, I’m glad I joined in this project, I got a lot of lessons from him and helped my acting. We got closer as colleagues with us supporting each other. I will always support you!” She smiles at you.

“You both aren’t dating right?” The host jokes around, you and Miyeon played it off by laughing.

“No, no, this is chemistry.” You laugh with the crowd, hearing chants and claps. The show goes on with you and Miyeon sitting until the show ends. Slowly but surely the show ends hours later.

Everyone left the table, only leaving you and Miyeon behind until she taps your shoulders, “Can you come over and gives me lessons? I really want some lesson from you.”

You give her some thought: "I think we can get some lessons done." She smiles brightly, having your guard down with the camera still rolling as it captures the whole room with you and Miyeon having a conversation. You walk her out to her manager, and you head home. Upon heading back home, news articles flood with you and Miyeon secretly dating. Being caught up in rumors many times, you laugh it off until you see the video of the conversation Miyeon had with you in the room. Luckily, no sounds were recorded; only saw a natural conversation, and you laugh at that video was just a baseless rumor. 

You head to Miyeon’s house after clearing up your relationship with Miyeon on the phone with your company. You get to her house, looking out for paparazzi and people spying, then knock on her door. She greets you, laughing at all the rumors surrounding you two, and closes the door. 

“Shall we continue this secret relationship of ours?”

“Why not, princess.”

[romanreignseater]

This Is Cinema.

Jey Uso x Black Female Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; consensual pornography & rough times 🤫.

“You know what they say about the Bloodline, them boys make CINEMA!!”

A/N: That Jimmy fic is on hold until further notice 😤 (that boy made me so mad). I do have another Jey fic, but this was TOOO good for me to not upload first!! Hope you enjoy 💋!!”

GIF: @jeygif

Another day of work, another asshole to deal with.

Or so you thought.

Working as “pornstar”, but your preferred term of “adult film star”, was something you didn’t see yourself doing when you were a teen. The idea of getting nude in front of a camera with loads of crew surrounding as you do something that seems so sacred was weird to you back then. But, once college didn’t work out, you had other plans.

One of your homegirls who started off doing porn and soon ventured into the world of OnlyFans gave you the idea to start. And honestly… it was one of the best decisions you’ve made!!

You were soon living lavishly in Tampa, Florida, with $6 million to your name, the most gorgeous mansion, a brand new bright pink Range Rover, the cutest teacup poodle named Rex, food in your fridge, and bills paid. All in under a year.

Regardless of what people may say about you on the internet… sweetheart they were paying your bills.

You were working with some of the best in the industry and millions of views on those videos. Your career seemed to be at its pinnacle, but your manager informed you that there was a group of men starting off in the industry and absolutely taking over. In a little over five months, they were rated the top pornstars in the world.

Hundreds of millions of views on each of their videos and numerous women wanting to start a career just to be able to be near them. Working with them would not only boost your career even further, but to get a chance to fuck a handsome ass Samoan, yes please. In the words of your manager, “We gotta get that dick.”

An interesting choice of words, but you trusted every piece of advice she gave you. Soon, you were on a flight to the ATL to meet up with one of the members of the infamous group.

Doing your research the night prior to your flight, there were three brothers and a cousin. Roman, the cousin, was the oldest and definitely the biggest. A set of twins, Jimmy and Jey, and their younger brother, Solo, who didn’t look so little.

Roman was the one who wasn’t the most booked, as he only worked with the best of the best. Viewers only seeing his work every once in a while. But, when he dropped a video you knew it was gonna be heat. The absolute passion in his strokes and darkness in his eyes made you bite your lip at his raw manly magnitude.

Jimmy was fairly booked, with his whole month practically full. Most of his content involved acting with a lot of backstory. Really diving deep into massive rounds of role play and foreplay. That boy didn’t play games once that time came around though.

Next was Solo. He was working with a lot of underground stars and still reaching the levels of the ones older than him. Yet, he picked up those levels quick. Reaching the heights of his family and making women reach their climax at the same time.

But, the one who really caught your eyes was Jey. He was the definition of your ideal man. His warm-looking tan skin, his beautiful curly mullet, sexy ass style, big meaty thighs and muscles, and those grills. The way he fucked made you shrivel in your panties. He was a beast with a lot of mouth, just the way you liked it. His style consisted more of an interview at the beginning with a little foreplay and then straight to business. Asking girls about what turns them on the most and what he’s gonna do to them. Making each and every woman who set foot near him blush heavily.

And let’s not get started about that dick.

Definitely a 9-incher, big and heavy looking balls that laid nicely underneath his cock. A luscious pink mushroom tip, with meaty veins that trailed down to his trimmed hair. Now, it’s getting really hot and the thoughts of what he could do to you couldn’t stop dancing around your head.

After some more internet stalking, the time flew by and your flight approached.

Knowing that he stayed in ATL made you absolutely happy. Your manager wouldn’t let you know who exactly you’d be working with, but as soon as you saw your ticket, you knew you were in for a treat and rude awakening.

Dressing your absolute best in a grey Skims shirt and matching miniskirt, that barely covered your ass… perfect.

Wig secured down by some industrial glue and an opt out for the lashes, knowing they’d come off. But, mascara is a must.

On your way there, you couldn’t contain the excitement you felt. Watching some of his work that night before and earlier that day, you knew what he liked, how he acted, and how he wanted it. All the little things that made him tick and shiver.

You were seriously on demon time.

Even though, you felt as though you were throughly experienced and quite the pro. The flashing lights and big cameras still made you very nervous. In the beginning, your parents weren’t very supportive, but once they saw you had a roof over your head and food to eat, that’s all that mattered to them. But, sometimes the days didn’t get any easier. Luckily, your manager was a real one and knew how to calm you down.

After meeting all members of the crew, and the camera and director you and Jey would be working closely with today, you got touched up as you awaited Jey’s arrival.

“Nervous?!” The makeup artist asked you. Laughing slightly, you nonchalantly ignored your jitters and told her you were fine. All that anxious behavior would only arise and the man of the hour arrived.

He looked absolutely scrumptious in a pair of white joggers and a white Nike Tech with no shirt on underneath. His Cuban link chains shining in the sunlight and his cross earring dangling from his one ear.

Your cunt just throbbed at the sight of him. “Hello Ms. Y/N?! Is anyone in there?!” Completely zoned out and you didn’t even realize it, Jey waved his big hand in your face to catch your attention. His dimple prominent as he was quite amused by your expression.

“Hey Jey nice to meet you. Sorry… I just zoned out for a second.” Reaching out to shake his hand, he kindly refused. “It’s no problem, but I don’t shake hands I’m more of a hugger.” Flustered by his comment you arose from your chair and were soon enveloped into his burly arms.

His arms were thick and wrapped around your waist securely, his warm chest pressed against yours, as you felt your nipples harden. The feeling of his semi-hard dick rest against your thigh made you bit your lip and hold your arms around his neck tighter. “You out here showing out, I see you and your little miniskirt.” Spinning you around at 180 degrees, he stopped when your back faced his front.

Obviously entertained by his comments, you decided to show out a little more. Bending over slightly and giving him a little shake, Jey took the opportunity to give your ass an ample smack. “Uh oh, we got a lotta chemistry over here, don’t we?!” The producer of our film walked over to us as we were sharing a moment.

Both of us blushed at the producers comments. Damn right we have chemistry, but we really are gonna see once those cameras turn on. “But, we need more of that on the screen, so let’s get filming.” Turning back around to you, Jey gave you a wet kiss on the cheek and winked at you as he headed to the living room.

He is something else.

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“In 5, 4, 3, 2… 1.”

“Alright, well look at who we have here. We got the Queen of Screams, Y/N in the building. And the Leader Beater, Jey.” Both of us have a wave and proper introduction to the camera as we laughed at the names the producer gave us.

“I just gotta say you guys just sitting next to each other is already a movie.”

“Maybe I need to move a little more closer to him then.” Snuggling up by his side as gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Jey’s arm was placed on the back of the couch with his legs fully spread, giving a beautiful of his already hard dick. You crossed you legs to staf off that feeling of what he would do to you tonight.

“You already know what it is Uce. I got one of the baddest in the game next to me and I’ve been waiting to get my hands on that ass.”

“Ooooo, Jey got all the smoke about you Y/N. You know that ass is viral!!”

Rolling you eyes slightly, you casually smirked as you began to open your mouth. “I got all the smoke behind him too. I’ve been waiting to dig into him for a while.” Your hand left your right thigh as you palmed him through his white sweats, feeling all of his girth.

“Okayyy, Jey how we feeling about that?!!”

“I’m feeling real good about that Uce. Like the feeling is only rising from here.” Removing your hand from his length, you put your head down as you laughed at his comment.

“She bout to be a REALLLL problem Uce!!” Jey’s hand traveled from the back of the couch to your ass as he palmed and massaged it. Returning the favor, you returned your hand back onto his dick.

“Tim, you need to speed this up a little don’t you think?!” Biting your lip and looking Jey dead in his chocolate brown eyes.

“She’s on demon time Jey.”

Jey simply nodded his head at the camera with a smile on his face as you threw your head back in laughter. “But, you gotta show me a little something bae.”

“What you wanna see?!”

Jey intently stared at your chest, barely taking his eyes off of them. “I think he wants to see my tits.” You giggled as you sensually removed your top, letting your breasts out on full display. Jey took a sharp intake of his breath as he admired your ample assets. You played with them first as you stuck your tongue out of your mouth, letting your saliva drip down onto them.

“Why yo ass so scared Jey?!” He quickly snapped out of your trance and gave you a questioning look. “I ain’t ever scared.”

“Prove it.”

Jey dove straight into the middle of your breasts, motorboating himself. You giggled as you took the back of his head into your hands. Things took a sharp turn when he massaged both of your sensitive breasts in his hands and began sucking on each nipples. Covering them in the upmost amount of saliva.

Bringing himself back into an upright position, he sat back and played with your tits. In awe of the dangly Hello Kitty nipple piercing you had on your right tit. “That fuckin’ piercing go crazy Uce, get a closeup on that.” As the cameraman went in to get a closeup, Jey shook your tits from side to side giving himself and the viewers a show.

“He’s having a lot of fun.” Jey gave the camera another sly look as he continued to play with your breasts. “But, I know he’s gonna have more fun with this.” Removing his hands from you, your chest now faces the back of the couch and your knees now pressed up against the seat cushion. You could hear a whistle coming from Jey’s mouth as you gently shook your ass, letting your miniskirt rise showcasing your lovely pink thong.

“This what I’m taking about baby.” Jey bit his lip as his head neared your ass, giving it a wonderful spank, kiss, and caress. “I’m done with this. I’m ready to get in the field.”

“Wow Y/N, I don’t think we’ve ever seen Jey skip over the interview so fast. We got only about four minutes of footage.”

“Four minutes is enough, come baby.” You yelped as Jey took you into his arms and walked to the bed placed off camera.

“I guess I just got the magic touch.”

“Damn right she do. Take that shit off for me mama.”

Tossing you onto the plush bed, you followed his orders and removed your skirt and panties. Your cunt on full display: wet, warm, pink, and soft. You began to play with your pearl as you stared into Jey’s now dark eyes. He slowly started to undo the ties in his sweats. “Keep playing with it baby, I need that pussy real wet when I fuck it.”

Him telling you to continue masturbating in front of him already drove you over the edge, but wanting you real wet when he fucked you, sent you to the moon.

“Unhhh… my pussy’s so wet for you daddy.” Jey was now in his PSD boxers, playing with his clothed cock at the same pace as you. You both stared sensually into each others eyes as Jey finally became nude. Your eyes couldn’t help but to trail down to his massive length, taking in all its magnificent glory.

“Yo ass looking at it real bad, come give it a taste.” Swiftly, you positioned yourself ass up face down as you took his dick into your small hands. Licking at his swollen head, you captured his bead of pre-cum. Closing your eyes and savoring the taste.

Jey’s head leaned back as you enveloped his entire cock into your mouth, all the way to the base. “Fuckkk, that throat ain’t no joke for real.” Not only were you known for your ass, the way you seemed to swallow a dick up so easily was also a topic of discussion.

You sloppily cover his entire length in your saliva, balls and all. You barely even gagged as he reached the back of your throat. Jey’s head lolled back as he revel in the feeling of your throat swallowing him whole like it was nothing. Bobbing your head up and down, twirling circles around his dick, and playing with his balls. “I-I-I-I c-an’t.”

Jey immediately pushed you away as he shivered at the immense amount of pleasure he was receiving, that he had to stop you. “We can’t be going too crazy so fast now. Stay bent over like that baby.” Arching your back even further, Jey assumed the position behind you.

Massaging your ass oh so heavenly. “That ass is something dangerous mama.” Blushing, you began to shake your ass back reaching to feel his dick. He just stood still as he admired your lewd attempts to fuck yourself against him.

Your pussy finally found his cock and you moaned as you gently pushed it into yourself. “Oooo Daddy, that feels so good already.” Jey grabbed your hips in order to get himself inside of you faster. “That pussy so tighttt.”

You bit your lip and looked into the camera as Jey bottomed out into you and began fucking you slowly. “Hey Jey, I swear you got more than that. Give the girl what she wants.”

Jey paused as you looked back at him. “Many girls can’t handle this and then they tap out.”

“I don’t tap out sweetheart. Do your worst.”

Jey pushed your head down into the mattress, as well as pushing your back down slightly more. He spread your legs further and held your juicy hips. He whispered to the camera, “She ain’t ready.”

Jey soon began to absolutely berating your cunt into oblivion. Your nails almost broke as you clawed at the sheets so roughly. Your ass bounced off of his taut abs as if a basketball was being dribbled on a court.

Your screams muffled into the mat as he didn’t cease his ministrations. His hand stayed trained on the back of your head as your nails scratched up his forearm.

“I told you yo’ ass ain’t ready. Tell the world your ass wasn’t ready!!” He pulled your head up as your face was covered in mascara stained tears and forced you to stare into the camera. The cameraman moved to get a closeup. “Tell the world yo’ ass can’t take it.”

Eyes rolled all the way to the back of your head and a big smile on your face, you proudly spoke. “I ca—n take i-i-it wo-rld.” A moan in each break of your sentence as you took Jey’s dick like a champ.

“She lasted longer than the rest, I ain’t gonna lie.” Your head fell back into the sheets as pulled both of your arms to your lower back. You soon began squirting and screaming like a mad woman, nearly as if someone was murdering you.

Well… you were definitely getting murdered in a different way.

“Fuckkkk, baby I’m about to cum. Keep squeezing me just like that.”

Your cunt never stopped clenching as Jey’s cum soon entered your quaking pussy. Jey beat seven hard strokes into your cunt, ensuring that he got every single drop into you.

You shivered as he left the warmth of pussy. You lied back against the bed and but your lip as Jey gave you a sloppy wet kiss.

“How was that guys?!”

“That was cinema.” We said in unison.

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THE END.

I actually think this is my longest fic to date. Why are all my Jey fics so long?!?! I wanna do a Roman fic give some ideas for Big Uce 💝💝🤪!!!

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CHIMES OF THE HEART

❃ a wind breaker (satoru nii) reader insert.

CHAPTER 2

Sakura needs to remind everyone that his apartment complex doesn't have galvanized steel extensions. (1.5k words)

content warnings: female reader, everyone testing sakura's patience

Nirei

No luck here on our end!

Tsugeura

nada here as well!!

Anzai

she's better at hiding than me that one time with KEEL

Takanashi

Skill issue

Sakura reads the messages his classmates sent in their group chat, all of them having the same result. They all decided to go by pair with the exception of the captains and kings as solo to respond quickly to their subordinates. Sakura found himself wandering near his apartment, what's already eerie in ambiance has been worsened by the rainy weather. The perfect hiding spot for a fugitive, he thinks. While there's the possibility the target already escaped to the next town, him feeling the target's skin told too much that the person wouldn't last long if the rain persisted.  'If only I was quick enough, I could've caught this person easily,' he mutters to himself. 

He feels his phone vibrate in his pocket and whisks it out swiftly. A message from Kusumi, one of Kaji's friends, was sent to all Bofurin students with a video attached.

Kusumi

Sent a video.

This is her right????

Sakura watched the short clip and sees the now clear figure of a girl hanging onto a lamp post, back hunched and labored breathing. His phone rang again, another message from Kusumi.

Kusumi

Kaji and I are near an alleyway by the bakery btw!

Come quick >< !!!!

I think she knows we're here but she's not moving (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

Sakura doesn't understand, but he immediately runs to the said location. Just earlier, he was trying to fight this person, but now he's running with all his might under the rain for some stranger. 

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Many students had already arrived at the girl's location, but none of them knew how to handle the situation. Kaji, already waiting for about a minute or two, stepped forward but was pulled back by his shaggy-haired vice-captain. "She's gonna die from hypothermia if we keep acting like pussies," Kaji scowls. He turns his head back to the girl, only to see Umemiya next to her. Sakura arrives just in time to see Bofurin's leader take off his dark green tailcoat and put it over the trembling girl who hasn't moved an inch.

"We aren't here to harm you, we promise you that." Umemiya keeps his eyes on the girl whose lips are a shade of purple, hands gripping the lamppost already pruning.

What they didn't expect was to see their leader in a defensive stance as he blocked a punch directed to the face.

"Let us help you, please." He states with a firm tone while making sure he isn't gripping the girl's fist roughly. He felt like he was touching ice, and he needed to work his magic soon to save her fast. Umemiya was thinking of having someone come out and help him seize the girl, but he noticed the pressure on his arm was gone.

He felt a weight on his chest instead.

Everyone watches as the girl falls towards Umemiya, who is fast enough to catch and wrap his arms around her. He then proceeded to carry the unconscious girl who was barely breathing in his arms.

"Whose house is nearby, quick!"

Everyone looked at each other, until a certain first year raised his hand.

"My place is nearby, but I don't think it's the best place to keep her," Sakura says. Umemiya however argues that it's their best option so far, so they decide to rush over to his lodging. Some of the boys ran to shops to get supplies such as heat packs and warm soup.

Umemiya, Kaji, Tsubaki and the first years arrive at his seemingly run-down apartment a few minutes later, laying the girl down gently in Sakura's futon for warmth. Said homeowner unfortunately did not own pillows, but Nirei was kind enough to offer his lap as a makeshift cushion. Normally, Sakura would've been embarrassed by what he was seeing, but the severity of the girl's condition had him too worried to care about public displays of affection.

"Kaji says that his group is going to arrive soon with food and heat packs," Hiragi relays to Umemiya whose gaze is stern and clearly bothered, different from his usual demeanor.

Hiragi swears to himself that Umeyama's expression had something other than concern showing.

Suo and Tsugeura were seated oppositely at the girl's side, their much larger hands taking in her cold, paler ones to warm her up while waiting for the heat packs. Kiryu and Tsubaki offered to rush to Cafe Pothos and ask Kotoha for help and spare clothes. Not much was going on inside the room while they waited for the second years to arrive, with only the labored breaths of the girl permeating their senses.  

"So this is yer place," Hiragi tries to break the ice as he looks around the room, searching for at least one piece of furniture. "Didn't know yer a minimalist."

Everyone looks at the two of them, the room's atmosphere slightly lifting. Sakura however feels embarrassed, having his friends over in such a cramped space. "I-I don't have any need for furniture...just a waste of money."

Umemiya lets out a chuckle from his underclassmen's persistence, "I can get you a bean bag and some curtains if you'd like!"

Sugishita glares at Sakura upon hearing Bofurin's leader offer his rival free stuff, "You should be grateful Umemiya-san is offering you gifts!".

"It was pretty concerning the first time we came here..." Nirei says with Suo nodding in agreement, feeling the girl's hand feel warmer as time passed. "I have faith that Sakura will eventually learn how fun it is to decorate."

Other than warming her up, Tsugeura fiddled with the girl's hands as if he were massaging it. A thought suddenly appeared in his head, face scrunching up as he imagined it.

"Doesn't this mean that she's gonna stay here with Sakura for the night?"

Said homeowner exploded.

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A few hours passed, and everyone seemed to calm down a bit. After Kaji's group arrived, some of them bid their farewells but reassured they were willing to help if needed. Kiryu and Tsubaki arrived with Kotoha in tow, allowing her to clean and change the girl's clothing into warmer ones. They all sat in silence as they prepared warm food and drinks for everyone.

"So, is no one gonna fill me in?" Kotoha breaks the silence, everyone turning their heads towards her. Umemiya could only let out a weak chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. "Sorry Kotoha, we didn't mean to keep you in the dark." Bofurin's leader turns to resident chatterbox Nirei, who still hasn't given up his job of makeshift lap pillow to retell the events—from the beat-up red light district traffickers to Umemiya almost getting squared in the face.

"She must've run away," Kotoha says looking at the near folder yet tattered kimono beside the girl.

Suo stares intensely at her sleeping figure whose breathing is now at a normal pace, "Perhaps she works at an izakaya...or even a brothel."

Everyone started formulating their own theories, on how this girl came to be and what drove her to act violently before succumbing to weakness.

"She looks like a princess while sleeping, straight out of a fairytale," Tsubaki says with smitten eyes, pushing away strands of hair covering her face. "I believe that Kotoha and I should be the first ones to have a talk with her once she wakes up."

No one seemed to reject the idea, so it was decided that they all go home to freshen up and come back once Sakura let them know she was awake. Upon hearing the idea, Sakura went into panic mode, asking his more experienced peers what to do if the girl woke up.

He was ignored.

So it was like that for hours.

The Haruka Sakura, resident bad boy lone wolf who happened to be given the flaw of being the worst at socializing, is now alone in his very humble (and minimalistic) abode with a girl who was now sharing his futon. He hasn't moved an inch since arriving at his own room, mind you. Every time he dared to make a move, to maybe freshen up since he stunk as hell from having damp clothes and a face full of wet concrete earlier, he suddenly retreated once he heard the girl make noises in her sleep.

Is it normal for girls to do that, he asks himself. His train of thought was broken when he heard actual words come out of her resting figure, repeating the phrase "Get away from me" with intensity.

His feet drag him towards the girl, her face sweating profusely and eyebrows knitted. She's having a nightmare.

Does he wake her up? Sakura finds himself reaching out to her but immediately retracts his arm. This internal warfare kept going until the girl calmed down on her own.

Nicely done, Sakura.

What he didn't expect was to suddenly have eyes staring back at him.

[bangtanfanfiction]

support system → jhs (M)

Based on Hobi’s appearance at the 2022 MAMA awards bcs I’m missing him. 

M.List

♢ Pairing: Idol!Hoseok x Idol female!Reader

♢ Word count: 4.6k

♢ Genre: Idol AU, fluff, smut, comfort, established relationship     - Warnings: swearing, male oral sex, sub/dom tones, dirty talk 

⌲ Description: You’re the support system Hoseok needs in times of uncertainty without his members. And you make sure he knows it. 

not proof read. 

Hoseok felt out of place. 

He was alone where he would usually be surrounded by his six members, each with their own ways of comforting him and making it more bearable, and it was an awkward and anxious feeling alone. The only helpful part was that he wasn’t the only solo artist attending and had someone familiar to speak to.  

But other than being the 5%, the rest were all the hottest and youngest groups to grace the current K-pop industry. And where he knew most of them by name out of courtesy, it didn’t go any further than that. 

As his stomach continued to flutter, there was a moment he thought he would need to get off the stage and just take a moment to himself until he saw his saving grace. You. 

You were walking up the steps to the seating area, your tight sitting and sparkling dress with the exposed leg drawing all the attention as you were oblivious to it, concentrating on talking to a staff member explaining the seating plan as you nodded along. 

His eyes dragged down your body slowly and appreciatively, grateful for the glasses hiding his suddenly impure thoughts. 

There was no doubt you were beautiful. You always were to him. But it was the oozing confidence that you owned in your own skin. Hoseok met female idols on a daily, it came with the job, and as beautiful as all of them were with how the standards were set, you were a shining diamond among them all. 

You had always been outspoken and fearless against the restrictions of a patriarchal and man-dominated culture such as South Korea. You refused to bow down to the sneers of the general public when it came to your state of dress, body image, and the color of your natural skin without being assisted by whitening products. 

His butterflies calmed down as he straightened out his blazer and stood up, making his way surely towards you, ignoring the piercing stares of curiosity from his fellow idols, as they tried to act nonchalantly. 

It was adorable, Hoseok thought. Many of them were nearly ten years his junior either in age or as new rookies, and were rigidly reminded about the strict rules about idols of the different sex interacting. And here he was showcasing the absolute opposite with no shits to give to the higher-ups.

As if they could touch him anyway. 

Your fleeting, yet bright smile met his eyes in acknowledgment as he stopped beside you, hand finding its natural place low on your back as you turned your attention back to the conversation and he waited patiently. 

“Hey,” you finally turned to him, eyes crinkling in the corners as your attention was solely on him. 

“Hey,” Hoseok tried his best to not shut the rest of the world out as he looked down. “You look breathtaking.”

The way your nose scrunched up was the only indication you gave away of your shyness at the compliment. 

Wordlessly he led you towards the couch, as you greeted the rest of the artists already seated with polite bows along the way. With Hoseok seated on the end, you settled down beside him, thighs pressing against each other as you crossed your legs. 

His arm settled on the back of the hardened seat, close enough for his hand to brush against your bare skin on purpose. A habit he did often to simply touch you without crossing the line in public. 

You leaned into his side without fear nor shame, with your relationship public for quite a while now despite appearances together being rare, Hoseok had never been shy to showcase his love for you on Instagram with cute daily stories of your dates and dedicated posts of candid photos. 

“Babe.”

“Hm?” Hoseok’s hum was distracted as your smirk widened, eyes never straying away from watching the staff prepare last-minute details before the show started. 

“Stop staring at my boobs, there are minors here,” your words were only heard by the two of you. 

The way he huffed out a small laugh confirmed your suspicions. He couldn’t help the fact that your dress gave your bosom a generous cleavage which he had full advantage of admiring from his taller perspective with you leaning against him. 

“Minors who are old enough to understand the sight of a man admiring his significant other,” he shrugged shamelessly. “It’s not like I’m doing anything illegal.”

With those words, he took your hand in his own and lifted it to press a quick kiss against the back of it as proof. As much as you wanted to, there was no way you were able to ignore the gasps and shrieks of the audience that was watching the artist section with rapid attention. All you could do was pretend not to notice as you gave him a mock glare and light reprimanded slap against his chest. 

“You own no fear, Jung Hoseok,” you shook your head. 

“Says Miss Fuck-The-Patriarchy.”

The proud tug of your lips was poorly hidden as both of you shared a small laugh at the memories of one of your most well-known quotes from a live stream. 

“Hmm. They had it coming,” was your nonchalant answer. “When’s your performance scheduled for again?” 

“Near the end.”

“Biggest for last, huh.”

His nudge against your side made you both chuckle to yourselves. It was always your favorite pastime to tease him and the other members of their superstar status. You had done it when they first debuted in America when it still seemed like a farfetched joke. Now it had become a reality.

You had never expected anything to come out of your long-time friendship with each other. But then one day it just did. Neither of you had planned or initiated feelings first. It just naturally blossomed into something more and was readily accepted during your usual night walks together to escape the crazy life of entertainment. 

Both of you couldn’t be happier if you asked.

Fame and public scrutiny were already tiring to begin with. But with each other, there was understanding for things normal people might not have understood. So there was a comfort in being in the same industry together and not getting mad about the crazy work hours each had to endure.

“It feels weird,” Hoseok’s low mutter admitted to you as he glanced around.

“It does.” You easily agreed, a comforting hand placed on his thigh. “It’s a new era.”

“Who would have thought?” He chuckled, but you heard the sad bitterness in it. “It seemed like forever away not long ago.”

You knew his feelings didn’t come from jealousy or malicious intent. With Jin’s upcoming enlistment only days away and each of the members preparing for their own in different ways, Hoseok had felt like it was a certain goodbye. To you and his family and friends. 

You silently supported him through it. Because despite it all, this was a journey you couldn’t help him with, only being by his side whenever he needed you to. 

This is also why you made sure to attend all the same events together for extra measure. 

“At least we bring the fun,” Your lips tug up into a slight smirk.

“You mean the scandal?” He returned the look with a tilt of his brow.

“How can it be a scandal if everyone already knows, my love?” You stated, hand coming up to scrape a nail teasingly down his jaw before patting his chest as you felt him give a shiver.

“It might turn into one if you don’t stop teasing me,” He mutters as you giggle.

“Lighten up, okay?” You finally said, this time a genuine softness to your words to put him at ease. It worked, his tense shoulders easing a bit against you.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to bring down the mood today. I guess it’s just weird without the others here.”

“I get it,” Smiling you treaded your fingers through his, resting it on his lap. “They’re your family.”

“So are you.”

Although your heart swelled at his declaration, you only squeezed his hand in gratitude. “But I haven’t been with you since the beginning. That’s a deep bond you can never change.”

Hoseok sighed, nodding. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

With that, his need for intimacy and comforting touches clearly rose as the arm resting behind your shoulders tightened, pulling you even closer to him if possible. A little more and you would end up on his lap. Not that you doubted he would care. 

All the boys had come to a point in their career where they longer gave a fuck about what the public had to say about them. Fans and company included. Some of them were still strict on the privacy of their love lives, but Hoseok had caved in quite early on - his excuse being the need to show you off for everyone without shame. 

How could one say no after that?

It wasn’t until after his performance that you noticed his tension returned gradually, and you were well aware of why. The biggest awards were swept clean by BTS, with two of them being for just Hoseok himself. 

Award after award, you watched with a grin as he thanked the audience, fans, company and fellow artists for all the support. You both thought the last of it with the Artist of Year award usually closing up the show, but then were surprised yet again with a new award made just for your favorite seven boys. 

Your keen eyes noticed quickly during the last Daesang introduction that your boyfriend was getting emotional, or at least feeling the immense pressure of their status as BTS. 

That was why the moment BTS was called up as expected, you watched proudly as Hoseok took a second in his seat to take it all in before standing up. 

His eyes flickered to yours and before he chickened out from all the attention, he pulled you into an intimate hug in front of everyone, hands low on your waist as your own wrapped themselves around his neck for a short, loving moment. At the last moment, he leaned in to place a peck on the corner of your mouth before stepping away towards the main stage. 

Several eyes had widened, some squeals as well as hollers of encouragement from the younger artists. 

You continued to act as if nothing happened, trying to at least. But the flush that was spreading across your face was hardly hidden from anyone who paid attention. 

You thought that was the end of any attention on you. 

“I want to thank one more person.” 

You felt the stares burning into your skin, cameras turning as the blush came anew. 

“Where BTS and ARMY have been my mountain of support, this person has been my anchor. The one to keep me afloat whenever I felt like drowning. The one to love and support me through all my anger, stress, and sadness. But also the one to always keep me on my toes.” He added the last one with a teasing tilt as light laughter rang out. 

Your eyes were watering. Doing your damn best to keep the waterfall back as your listened to his heartfelt devotion to you. 

“Y/N, some might call us young and stupid no matter how old we are. But I know for certain you are the one for me, you have been since day 1. I love you so much, I don’t even have the right words to tell you right now. Thank you.”

Your face showed up on camera just as you blew a kiss with your hands in his direction, cheeks slightly blotchy and watering eyes, mouthing a soundless ‘I Love You’ as his grin widened. 

It felt like forever before you found yourself in Hoseok’s arms again, this behind the stage as both of you were ushered away while the encore was ongoing. You nearly bowled him over in your haste to simply touch him as he stumbled back a step before balancing himself with a low chuckle. 

“I love you so much, baby,” Your whisper was croaking with emotion just as he caught your lips into a slow, loving caress. 

“Come on, let’s get out of here.”

+

“Baby, are you hungry?” Hoseok welcomed the feeling of pure relief as he took off all his accessories and the heavy leather coat, organizing them carefully on the table and hanging up the clothing on a hanger to give it back to the styling team tomorrow. 

He had noticed your quick retreat into the bathroom, probably to scrub away all the makeup and grime which he knew was your favorite part to the end of a long day such as these.

“I can order some room service if you want to,” He continued talking, unbuckling his belt while carefully slipping off his designer shoes. “Maybe some pasta or dessert? I’m craving something sweet after that performance.”

“Yeah, I could do with some dessert.” Your reply came softly from behind him, although lacking the fervor you usually had when he suggested to get some sweets late at night.  

“Ugh, thank god, I think my body needs some sugar after today,” Hoseok laughed, turning around only to choke on it as he coughed.

Fuck. 

Shit. He must be in heaven. Or hell. 

Because you were looking like you were sent from the heavens to torture him.

A black lacy ensemble of lingerie encasing your curves must have been laced with the devil’s poison itself with how transfixed he was taking it all in.

A lace bralette softly covering your chest with a matching thong and garter belt encasing your waist. The stockings running up your legs and strapped firmly by your thighs making his throat dry as he took in the same heels you still wore from earlier. 

You were a wet dream come true. 

And you damn well knew it with the smirk on your face as you stepped towards him. “Cat got your tongue, baby?” 

“What?”

The smirk widened at his nonsense answer. His eyes never strayed from your body as he tried to imprint the image in his brain.

You were right in front of him now, fingers playing with the lapels of his now unbuttoned shirt and hanging loosely down his frame, the belt still hanging on his hips. 

“I’m still in the mood for some dessert, aren’t you?” 

“Whatever you say, baby,” His dazed muttering made you let out an airy laugh, giving him one firm push as he stumbled back a step only to meet the edge of the bed and stumbling down, elbows pushing him up to never lose sight of you. 

"Aren’t you gonna ask me what kind of dessert?” You damn well near purred, slowly creeping your way up along his body, hand teasing his expanse of exposed skin raising goosebumps along the way until your face was hovering inches above his.

“What kind of dessert?” He murmured, dark brown eyes locking with your own, flickering down to your lips. 

“My favorite kind.” 

With that you pressed a firm yet teasing kiss against his lips, leaving him to chase after you as you put a stern hand on his shoulder to push him back down before stepping off the bed and down on your knees between his spread legs. 

He had already done half the job by unbuckling the belt. Distracting him with the press of your lips against the soft surface of his stomach, his abs tensed along with the deep breaths he took before relaxing. 

Hoseok was already half hard as you palmed him, his silent groan vibrating through his whole body before pulling down his underwear for enough access to his whole cock. 

Without hesitation you started at the base, wrapping your hand around his length and rubbing him firmly as he sighed above you, fingers curling into fists by his sides. 

Keeping an eye on his face, you watched while leaning in, sucking the tip of his cock into your mouth, tongue swirling against the slit as Hoseok’s head fell back with a soft moan. Slim, large hands automatically found leverage on your head as you took him deeper, gently moving up and down as your own hands moved to palm his balls - causing his soft moans to turn into guttural groans, veins in his neck straining. 

Feeling the tenseness of his whole body you pulled away, as his eyes snapped open, neck craning to look at you, protest clear in his mouth. 

“Relax, baby” You grinned at him. “This is my gift for you, so enjoy it.”

“You’re gonna be death of me.” Hoseok huffed out a laugh, voice slightly choked as your hand never stopped moving on his length. 

“Wait,” his voice was deliciously hoarse, a darker rumble that went straight down to your own throbbing pussy. You watched fondly as he stretched backward to grab the closest hotel pillow and handed it to you. 

He had barely settled back on the bed before you gripped him tighter, tongue already making a path down his veins and swallowing him deeper without preparation. 

Hoseok nearly lurched up, fingers digging into your scalp with a hissed curse.  

“Jesus Fuck, Y/N.” His moan of your name did ridiculous to your body, eagerness to please your hardworking boyfriend increasing until his knees were shaking. 

Bobbing your head, you sucked enthusiastically, following the motions of his own hands whether he noticed it or not.

Hoseok had somehow managed to push himself up into a sitting position, the need to watch you closer as you pleased him controlling his body. 

Your intentions had been obvious to him early on. You wanted to spoil him to completion, but at the same time torturing his senses through the journey - just because he knew you could. He had learned fairly quick in the relationship that you had a thing for seeing him come apart beneath your touch, controlling his pleasure and seeing him beg you to let him come. 

His half-lidded gaze never left the perfect-picture vision of your pretty pink lips around his cock, swollen and drool dribbling down the corner of your mouth as you moaned softly to his harsh pants, eyes fluttering shut. The vibrations of it sent tingles down his legs and spine, coaxing another moan from him. 

“You’re so fucking good, baby.” Hoseok managed to breathe out. Praise only spurring you on if that was possible. 

The love of his life was sucking his cock like it was the best damn lollipop in town, and the sight of it would always be one of the most arousing scenes he would ever see. 

He was pretty certain he could die in this position without regrets. 

“That’s it.” Murmuring he eased his hold on your hair, the other supporting him on the bed, fingers curling into the sheet as he watched you spellbound. 

Shit, you were loving it between his legs. Sounding and looking like Hoseok was already pounding your brains out. He was basically yours to own at the moment.  

“Spell your fucking name on it.”

Your broken moans at his words caused a knowing smirk to play at his lips for a single moment until he nearly fell apart again the very next, eyes falling shut at the mindblowing sensations your tongue could give him. 

You hummed, deep in your throat, drawing the most panth-worthy moans from Hoseok’s lips, his usual decorum of trying to keep it down evaporating. His moans were some of your favorite sounds in the world - going from soft high pitches whenever he got close before falling back down to the low tones as he tried to catch his breath. 

His thighs tensed, fingers gripping the strands of your hair nearly frighteningly tight with a mutter. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m-I’m gonna cum–”

Hoseok knew you had heard him. His moans turned desperate, breaking up into near frantic stutters as he got closer to his high, just for you to pull back slowly with a pop - a knowing, almost vindictive smile on your face. 

“Baby!” If you didn’t know better, you would almost say that was a sob coming from him as you left him high and dry. 

Your cunt was throbbing almost painfully at this point, craving any touch for relief, but you held it back for favoring your boyfriend’s pleasure. 

“Patience, my love,” You murmured as your rose up, gently pushing him back down on the bed as you pulled off his underwear and pants off, kicking them to the side, leaving only the open shirt on his otherwise sweating, naked body. 

And what a glorious body that was. 

Lean and tan with smooth expanses of skin you wanted to lick all over, the lines of a dancer’s firm muscles lining every part of him. 

Fuck, Jung Hoseok was fucking delicious, and all yours. 

Making sure that he was watching, you slipped off the thong down your legs, watching as his throat bobbed in anticipation. You left the bralette on and the strategically worn garter and stockings to not be in the way of your underwear. 

Easily taking off your heels too, you crawled over his body on all fours, settling just on his slim hips and giving a teasing roll of your own, his bare cock sliding against the evident arousal of your own as he gave a breathy curse. 

“You’re so wet, baby,” Hoseok said almost fascinated, despite your years together. And he supposed he wasn’t wrong. You were going a bit wild tonight compared to the usual sex the two of you had. 

“All because of you,” Leaning forward again, you kissed him softly, but Hoseok was done playing nice and giving into your demands.

His hand curled around the back of your neck, forcing you completely down against his chest, bodies lining up against each other, mouth licking into your own harshly, catching your breath with a sigh. 

Your hips had a mind of their own at this point, slowly grinding against his hard cock, covering his length with your wetness as Hoseok moaned, the sound caught by your lips as you gave a firmer roll. 

Wordlessly reaching down between your bodies, you gripped his length in your hand lining him up and slowly pushed down with a breathy moan, his fingers digging into your hips as you both shuddered when he bottomed out. His whole body trembled in near relief, and you knew he wasn’t going to last long with the amount of teasing you had already put him through. 

“Fuuuuck…”

Your nerves felt like they were on fire. Every single movement sending zips of bliss through you as you breathed in deeply to take control of your sanity. With a loving smile, you firmly placed both hands on Hoseok’s chest for support before lifting your hips only to slam them down with a shuddering moan. 

Hoseok was sure he was going to come within the next five seconds with the way you were moving your hips above him, obviously trying your damn best to send him into oblivion. 

The sound of your wet cunt was almost obnoxious, squelching for every single lift and drop of your thighs. Through his pleasure glazed haze, he could see the inside of your delicious thighs glistening with the evidence. 

He thought he already knew of the best feelings in the world; the adrenalin before getting on stage, hearing his fans scream his name or sing to their songs as he basked in their cheers. 

But his personal, and secret favorite would always be the complete bliss that spread through his entire body from your pussy clenching down on him.    

You were getting tired, Hoseok noticed. Your rhythm slowing and pleasure tenfolding as you started to grind down with airy moans, trying to find relief for your throbbing clit. 

Despite being rock hard and ready to burst, he couldn’t help but coo at you as he pulled you back down against his chest. “Is my princess getting tired?”

You whimpered, fingers traveling up to grip his hair, your grinding starting to loose its control. 

Tracing a hand down your sweating back, he gripped your ass with a rough tug, pushing his cock further against your walls as your breath hitched. 

“What do you want, baby?” He whispered into your ear, giving it a nip and soothing it with his tongue. “Use your words, princess.”

“Please fuck me, Hoseok,” It was your turn to beg now. “I need you to fuck me. Make me cum on your cock, please.”

Just your words were ready to end him. 

With an almost chaste kiss against your temple, an opposite action to what the two of you were doing, he granted your wish. Changing his position, he put both feet on the bed for support and then he truly fucked you. 

Nearly pistoning upwards to meet your shallow thrusts, with your high pitched moans and nails raking down his arms spurring him on like a madman chasing after gold. 

His moans mixed with your own, both craving release at this point, your skin slapping against each other without abandon. With half a mind, Hoseok managed to push his hand between your sweat slicked bodies, long fingers finding your soft, swollen clit as he circled the sensitive nub. 

You came with a silent scream, mouth open and body tensing like a log, the pleasure zipping through you like fucking lightning, toes curling as your pussy clenched down so hard, he followed you shortly with a muffled groan against the curve of your neck. 

His fingers didn’t stop, only slowing down and gently guiding you through your high. 

Just as the sensitivity was starting to kick in, his cock still firmly nestled inside you throughly emptied, you whined at him. 

“Too much,” Your voice was a hoarse whimper, trying to swat at his still moving hand. 

But his next stern words grunted out, made your throat dry. 

“I’m not done with you yet.”

“I-I can’t,” You whispered, but voice shaking in anticipation.

“Yes, you can. One more, sweetheart. Just for me.”

“Baby, I-” 

Whatever it was you wanted to say cut off with a sob as his fingers sped back up from their gentleness, pressing down more firmly on your clit as your hold on him turned damn near painful.

“Come on, just one more.”

What was supposed to be him falling apart had now turned - Hoseok having you at his mercy as his movements didn’t stop. 

Despite your begging, you could feel it again. That addicting pleasure building within you as your resistance turned into compliance, hips starting to move again, grinding against his touch. Your orgasm came slowly this time around, heat coating your senses like a caress - with you almost sobbing softly as your high came, body trembling and twitching as his fingers finally stopped. 

Neither knew how many minutes you simply lay in each others arms in silence. Soaking each other in, his soft cock still inside you as your skin cooled down to the point of goosebumps as the air was no longer stuffy. 

“We need to shower,” Hoseok whispered gently, hands slowly caressing up and down your spine lovingly. 

“Just a little longer…”

Chuckling at your drowsiness, you managed to lift your head up from his shoulder only to grin. “I love you.”

His eyes were sparkling. “I love you too.”

This has been in the drafts since last year. So yeah. 

[neetily]

Band Practice — (SDV) Sam + Sebastian

— ✧ warnings: Threesome - F/M/M, Creampie, Established Relationship, Cuckolding, handjob, Female Solo, Orgasm Denial, Hair-pulling, Nipple Play — ✧ word count: 6,910 — ✧ genre: smut (18+)

— ✧ A/N: reposting from my old account since i was asked to! formatting might be off, but it's still readable.

He just wants to help Sebastian out. Yeah, that's it. It's got nothing to do with the fact that the thought of seeing you get ruined by his best friend gives him an instant hard on, enough to force him into fisting his cock every other day of the week. No, no, no. Also has nothing to do with the fact that Sam wants to selfishly pleasure Sebastian himself, bend him over as Sebastian is forced to fuck into you by the force of Sam's thrusts into his best friends surely tight hole.

Fuck, he's hard again.

The palm that's rested against his growing cock does little to relieve his frustration when the image of Sebastian's lewd face the other day pops up again, Sam accidently forgetting to knock before entering his friends room and catching him jacking it. Permanently ingrained in his brain. Nah, it's nothing so self involved like that. It's purely because he wants to help!

Right?

Sam lets out a defeated sigh, fingers running through his hair as he tries to shake the sinful thoughts off. He knows Sebastian has been a little wound up recently - something to do with his current work project - and that it's affecting his moods enough to also affect precious hang out time when he finally has days off. It was you who had picked up on it first, prompting Sam to ask about it. And though Sebastian was always one for denial Sam knew something had to be up by the increased sarcastic tone he had recently adopted. It was a difficult task gaining information from Sebastian and fraught with constant reassurance, but after some poking and prodding Sam finally got Sebastian to confess. And It's not that Sam didn't care for his best friends issues, but rather they just seemed so small in the grand scheme of things, you know? And he knew of Sebastian's tendency to make mountains out of molehills. It's what cemented this little idea of his, honestly. What would Sam do if he was worrying over the smallest things? Well, simply put, he'd fuck em out.

It helps that Sam knows of Sebastian's crush on you too.

It's been in his mind for a while, actually. From the beginning of your relationship with Sam he's thought about this little crush his friend has. Not in a worrying sense, no, he trusts both you and Sebastian enough to know nothing funny is going down. It's just always been at the back of his mind, masturbation material for when you're not around. It's also been a topic of conversation whispered about under bed sheets, the what if scenarios of including a third. Not necessarily Sebastian, but just to spice things up a bit. Sam couldn't help but smile upon hearing that you were receptive to the idea, eager to begin a conversation regarding boundaries and such. An opening, he thought. An opportunity to satiate this growing curiosity, and knowing that you also felt the same way was reassuring. Eased his anxious heart a little when you brought up Sebastian's name, because he surely wasn't imagining anyone else. "Anything you want!" He'd said at the time, forcing his mind to think of anything other than Sebastian. Shit, maybe he had a crush too?

And on the other hand, he knows of your attraction to his best friend too. Not enough to act on it without consent he's aware, but the little glint of curiosity in your eyes when you all play pool together, the genuine smile that tugs at your lips when hearing Sebastian laugh. He understands, for Sam is the exact same. Curious. Smiling. The stress Sebastian is currently under only provides a perfect opportunity to explore this shared interest.

This is how he decides to move forward with his idea. He takes the time to properly outline his thoughts with you, boundaries shared amongst each other and nervous giggles filling the room at the excitement of his proposition. He kisses you between laughs, hands against your cheeks to pull you closer. "Thank you." He smiles, heart eyes adoring from above at you, because he is. He loves you and is absolutely enamoured by the way you're so readily able to trust him with this thought, this inkling of curiosity. He's also thankful for how you match his energy, the conversation unravelling your own interest in Sebastian, how you'd be more than happy to help take care of your mutual friend so long as Sam is okay with it. He nods, peppering your cheeks with lots of little kisses as you fall back on the bed, his body following yours as he rests atop you.

"Tomorrow, okay?" He asks and shows his toothy grin when you nod back at him, playing with a few loose strands of his hair as he hovers above you. "Tomorrow." You repeat, matching his smile as the anxious excitement hangs in the air. Hearts hammering against each other.

It's with a little bit of luck and a lot of puppy eyes that Sam manages to drag Sebastian out of his self imposed cave, dragging the man away from his work shelter and into your farm home under the guise of "band practice". It was difficult for Sam to hide his excitement, and truth be told he's always been a bad liar, so he suspects Sebastian to know something is up. But he's thankful that his best friend doesn't mention it. That is until they both get to your front door.

"Isn't Abi coming?" Sebastian asks after a final drag of his cigarette, stubbing it out with his foot. It's a good question, seeing as she's a main component in their band. And Sam did say that they were practicing. But there's something about how nonchalant Sebastian is about the lack of Abigail, leaving it until the last moment before inquiring. As if he's known the whole time what's planned and it leaves Sam flustered.

"She uh..." Sam stutters, opening the front door to your shared home with a shaky hand. "Uh... No?"

He hadn't meant for it to come out with such a questioning tone, and when paired with his lopsided smile he for sure knows he's been caught now. Ears turn red as Sebastian stares him down, blank expression difficult for Sam to discern as he steps inside, allowing Sebastian to follow suit.

"Huh." Is all Seb offers in return, brow quirking in suspicion as he enters your home, hands immediately tucked away inside his hoodie pocket.

"Yeah. Anyway!" Sam all but yells, tries to gain control of the situation again, hand raising to his neck to rub at. An anxious quirk of his since childhood, one that when he picks up on it he's quick to throw his hand back to his side, laughing to draw attention away from his red cheeks. It's really happening, he thinks. Fuck, it's really happening.

He won't lie and say he's never imagined doing things with Sebastian before, the two of them always touchier than most but it was always explained away by them just being good friends. Sam was comfortable with how things were, the occasional hand holding and the late night bro talks they had shared through the years. But given how enthusiastic you seem to explore this shared intrigue has it all coming out again. His heart hesitates against his chest as Sebastian looks back at him in expectance, butterflies filling Sam's lungs at the relaxed demeanour of his best friend, though luckily it coaxes him into easing up a little himself.

"We should probably head to the bedroom, yeah?" Sam offers, and Sebastian doesn't reply. Waits for Sam to make the first move, quickly following suite as Sam enters said room. It's cute, Sam thinks. How Sebastian is always waiting for Sam, following him like a little lost puppy. It's how it's always been, and yet he wonders if Sebastian will do the same tonight. When his hands start to travel up his best friends waist. When he grabs at Sebastian's skin, pulls at his clothes to take em off and plays with his cute cock-

Patience. He repeats in his head. Hands itchy to start already, but he doesn't want to scare Sebastian off. Wants to involve you, too. Struggles to contain his excitement when thinking of Sebastian balls deep in you, present in the way he almost slams the bedroom door open.

When they enter you're sitting on your shared bed reading a book. Casual enough to not seem suspicious, but inviting enough to have them comfortable. Sam greets you brightly and you laugh a little at the crack in his voice, eager anxiety getting to him. Sebastian offers you a small nod, but you don't miss the faint blush on his cheeks. Probably from the short pyjama bottoms you've decided to wear. Or rather, that Sam encouraged you to put on. Matching tank top tight against your skin, left strap falling down your shoulder as you put the book to the side.

"Hello boys." You smile warmly, patting your bed sheets to invite them over.

Of course Sam moves first, but you put that down to Sebastian feeling like he's invading. Sam had... neglected to tell Seb that you'd cleared all plans today, and so he takes hold of his hand to pull him to the bed.

It's silent for a moment or two, and though Sam is unsure if it's awkward or not, the butterflies in his stomach force him into action, voice unstable despite his attempts to keep it levelled.

"So, how ya been Seb?" Couldn't have sounded more forced if he tried, internally cringing at his own words.

Sebastian scoffs in response, but theres a slight smile on his face, hands still nestled within his hoodie pockets when he crosses his legs to get comfortable.

"Sam, look. I know you're up to something." He admits, and Sam gulps, quickly glances your way but you only smile in return. It's a reassuring one, but it doesn't little to comfort him.

"This isn't band practice. You thought I'd need a break because I've been working so hard, so we're gonna play Solarian, right? If that's the case then we coulda played at my place, ya know?" Sebastian states proudly, looking Sam right in the eyes as if he'd worked it all out. It was cute, the little smirk Seb was wearing, the way he leaned forward as if pointing an accusative finger at the couple before him, the eyebrow raise at the end of his question. Sam couldn't help but laugh, loud and releasing all of his worries in an instant. At least he was half right.

Sebastian feigned upset at the sound but surprise was written all over his expression, wide eyed and opened mouthed. You wondered if he'd look the same in a matter of moments.

"Yeah yeah, somethin' like that." Sam acknowledges, shifting his weight closer to Sebastian as he talks. Sebastian flusters a little at the action, hands flying out his hoodie in an effort to brace himself from something, but he doesn't account for Sam's hands resting against his thighs, the blonde rubbing barely there circles over the cloth of his jeans.

"What do you mean?" Sebastian asks tentatively, gaze switching between both you and Sam as if to ask for permission. Surely this touch is too inappropriate to be shared among friends? Don't get him wrong, as much as it's a hard pill to swallow he likes it, but he feels as though he's in trouble. "What are you doing?" He prompts again when getting no response, body shaking a little under Sam's touch and your own glare back at him.

"Well," You offer him relief, voice smooth and soothing as someone finally replies to him. "We've been worrying that you're overworking yourself, Seb. You got that right." Sam continues to rub at his thigh as you speak to him, and Sebastian can't help the way his body heats up at this undivided attention. You were worrying about him? His throat feels dry at the thought. Sam, sure, Sam worries about him daily. But knowing that you also care for him causes his heart to skip a beat. "And so we thought you might need a little help with... de-stressing." You drawl the last word, shifting around yourself so that you're more comfortable on the bed. The new position you're in allows for Sebastian to see a little more of your ass thanks to the loose fitting shorts, his eyes drawing up your fame until noticing your perky nipples poking through your top. He's quick to avoid eye contact at the sight though, head also casted to the side as he clears his throat.

"What... What do you mean?" He asks again, even though somewhere deep down he thinks he knows the answer. The thought of what you might mean is something he's only ever fucked his fist to late at night, desperation coated fingers and some mashup of both yours and Sam's name on his lips. He likes you. Likes you and Sam, and the embarrassment that comes with being not only caught out for his attraction but also possibly having his dreams fulfilled is a little much for him to handle right now, mind focused solely on calming his cock down as it tries to spring to life.

Sam takes pity on him, the nervous fidget of his best friends fingers pulling on his heart strings. "Like this?" He questions, positioning himself behind Sebastian before cautiously placing his hands on his hips under his hoodie. Sebastian jolts in response, swallowing hard at the gentle touch as Sam leans his head forward, resting his chin on Sebastian's shoulders to look back at you. His hands are curious, light in their touch to allow Sebastian room to say no. But when no such words are uttered Sam braves a little further, travels his finger tips up and down Seb's warm to the touch skin, feels his best friend shiver against his chest.

You stay seated at the top of the bed, back pressed against the headboard as you open your legs ever so slightly, catching Sebastian's gaze at your clothed cunt as you do so. He tries to look away, really, he does, but his eyes are fixated on the small wet patch seen through your light coloured shorts, breath hitching as Sam takes hold of his hips, tugging gently at his skin in a playful asking of consent. Though, you're the one to verbalize it upon seeing the conflict in Sebastian's eyes, the reluctance to admit what he wants.

"Only if you want, that is."

Sebastian doesn't think he's nodded faster in his life, guilt pooling in his stomach at how easy he accepted his fate before quickly travelling to his cock. Eyes squeezed shut at the sound of Sam's giddy laughter. His heart yearns for more attention, cock hardening at his own admission of want. As if now that his dreams are true he's finally allowing himself to react. Humiliation coats his insides at just how needy he must seem, but the masochist inside of him loves the shame of it all. The attention from Sam pawing at his skin to you edging on playing with yourself at the sight. Was it always this hot in here?

"Don' worry, we'll take care of ya." Sam whispers in his ear, hot breath increasing Sebastian's sensitivity to the situation. Sebastian's chest feels tight, nervous hands twitching against his crotch when he doesn't know where to place them. Sam prompts him into action again, tugging at his hoodie and Sebastian is quick to raises his arms, becomes bashful at his exposed skin seeing as he hadn't worn a shirt underneath.

Sam immediately goes on the attack, rubbing at Sebastian's bare nipples as you watch from afar, content to see the boys play for a bit before you get in on the action. You'd confessed to Sam that the thought of watching them was just as hot as the thought of taking part, and so you're happy to see he's taken your words on board, both men getting a feel for each other before really taking things forward. And the look on Sebastian's red face when he struggles to contain his reactions, the growing tent hidden behind his jeans. It sends a shiver down your spine from how cute he is. You appreciate Sam in all his faux dominance, allow him to play the role in bed with you. But seeing him not only adopt that role with Sebastian, but seeing Seb fall apart in Sam's hands and become the submissive was so cute. No other word for it.

Sam pinches a few times, earning small gasps as thanks from Sebastian. Immediately Sam's cock throbs, his length quickly hardening knowing his actions are having an effect on his best friend. Seeing you enjoy yourself too, fingers toying with the wet fabric stuck to your cunt, going up and down your still clothed slit makes his brain short circuit a little. It at least allows himself to stop worrying, focus on making both you and Sebastian feel good despite the growing erection that's now pressing against Seb's back that's just begging for attention.

A small sigh and all eyes are quickly on you as you start to take your bottoms off, teasing the boys as you slowly pull them down, let them dangle on your legs for a second too long. Revel in the way Sebastian suits his shocked expression when he realises you don't have any underwear on, eyes glued to your cunt the moment you fully remove your shorts.

"She's cute, ain't she?" Sam eggs Sebastian on, whispering directly down his ear but loud enough for you to hear his praise too. Side eyes you with a huff of appreciation at the sight of your exposed cunt. He can hear Sebastian audibly swallow when he gets a glimpse of your wet cunt, feel the poor man tense up when Sam flicks against his nipples at the same time. To test the waters Sam brings one hand down, feather light touches all the way down Sebastian's abdomen, feels the way his muscles tighten at the touch until he's all the way down to his hard cock, the fabric of his jeans stretched from how hard he is. "And you." Sam mutters against him, the fact that he's barely touched Sebastian and he's already this hard goes straight to his own cock, precum leaking from the tip at how easy this all is. How horny he is, hips aching to rub against Sebastian's back for some kind of friction.

"Yeah..." Sebastian sounds like he's in a trance, eyes completely fixed on your cunt as you fully spread your legs for him, pulling your lips apart to play with the slick that's already accumulated there. He suddenly feels thirsty, tongue poking out to wet his lips from the mere sight of your cunt. The hand that suddenly rests on his neglected cock shocks him back to reality, body stiff in Sam's hold as his friend ghosts over his hard on, gripping lightly as if assessing the situation. The contact is more than enough to have Sebastian wanting more though, convincing him to step out of his otherwise shy disposition and into what he's only imagined before. "Cute." He rasps, precum marking his jeans when Sam squeezes a touch harder.

It comes out a little more confident than he'd tried, but it seems to have an affect on you nonetheless. The surprised look on your face suited you, Sebastian thought. Though as soon as he gets comfortable with teasing you, Sam reminds him of who's really in charge, fingers quickly unbuttoning and unzipping Sebastian's pants, digging under his underwear to grip at his naked cock. It winds him, honestly, makes him fall over himself from the tight hold Sam had of him. The fantasy come to life, only somehow better. The reality of the situation dawns on him and he whines, an almost inaudible sound but of course Sam picks up on it.

"Feelin' good?" He asks Sebastian, freeing his friends cock for easier access. He gets a quiet hum in return, Sebastian too busy looking at you casually playing with yourself to form a full reply, but it's enough for Sam.

You look at Sam and send him a playful wink, one that promises a good time. God you're so hot like this, he thinks. Showing off your pretty little cunt to his best friend, watching as he plays with said friends cock, thumb rubbing at the slit in an attempt to hear some more of those pretty sounds Sebastian seems to be trying to hold back. "S'fucking hot..." he mutters against Sebastian's neck, placing a chaste kiss to the sensitive skin and grinning when it causes Sebastian's hips to jerk. He's not sure who it's aimed it, brain fuzzy from lust, but he figures it applies regardless.

"So- Sorry." Sebastian murmurs, embarrassment present in the way he tries to hide behind his hands, but Sam coo's back at him. Peels away his hands and forces Sebastian to look back at you, just in time to see you insert your first finger, watching as your mouth parts at the sensation, how your hips wiggle against the intrusion. "Look at 'er when I jack ya, yeah?" Sam suggests, but there's something in the way it's said that has Sebastian thinking of it more like a demand. One that he's happy to comply with.

The sounds of your wet cunt fill the room, unused hand keeping your cunt spread for Sebastian's viewing pleasure. And just as promised, Sam gets back to tending to Sebastian's cock, hot length trembling under the care. Sam keeps an eye on you as he toys with Sebastian, pussy drunk brain craving a taste, but he's brought back to Sebastian by the way he places his own hand over Sam's. "Please-" Sebastian gasps, attempting to move both hands down his length. "Sam, please-"

"Yeah, yeah. Needy boy aren'tcha?" He taunts, quickening the pace of his wrist, flicking at the end to tease Sebastian's leaking tip, smearing precum all over his fist. The fruits of his labour are almost instantaneous, Sebastian throwing his head back at the rough texture of Sam's guitar hands, the once imagined sensation now real in all its intensity. Has Sebastian salivating, not just from the grip Sam has of his cock, the too easy glide of his hand up and down his length as if he's done this before, but the sight of you masturbating to him getting off at the hands of your husband. It's so good, so so good that even now it's almost unbearable. Sebastian's balls already drawing in as a plea for release, cock jerking in Sam's hands when Sam only speeds up, fisting his cock so well, allowing Sebastian to fuck up into his hand over and over again.

You insert another finger, watching carefully as Sam licks a strip up Sebastian's neck, all the way up to his jawline. Watch the way Sebastian can't contain himself, how his chest heaves and cock jumps, the weight of his balls and how you can only imagine how hard Sam must be. It's just as hot as you'd imagined, the two of them panting over each other, Sebastian falling against Sam and writhing in his hold. You curl your fingers inside, rubbing circles on your clit as you allow a few moans of your own out, the two men snapping their attention back to you and you roll your eyes. Being watched felt so intoxicatingly good, shivers of pleasure making way to your core as you bite your lip. "Fuck." You breathe when Sebastian encloses a hand around Sam's wrist, the pitched whines that match Sam's movements are so so cute. You'd like to hear more, you'd like to be the one causing more.

"Sam-" Sebastian warns, mouth open and brows furrowed as he tries his best to hold off on his creeping orgasm, though you sure as Hell are making it difficult for him. You're so teasing, so perfectly sweet as you touch yourself, the innocence dripping your lewd actions is confusing, but it makes him harder nonetheless. Makes him want to prove his worth to you, fuck the smirk off your face. He's not came this close to cumming this fast in a long time, and you're part thanks for that. And then Sam, the way he so easily takes the lead away from him, how Sebastian is naturally drawn to follow. Doesn't know where to look, how to act, and for as overwhelming as it feels he can't deny the way his cock jerks when you moan as you pleasure yourself, or when Sam grunts when Sebastian's squirming adds just that little amount of pressure to his cock. "Close-" He practically begs, though he's not sure what for. Because as much as he'd love to cum right now, cock milked so perfectly well he thinks Sam was meant to fist his cock, and the pleasure of seeing you enjoy yourself, oh God how he wants more. Even if it hurts, even if it leaves him unsatisfied for now, he wants more.

And Sam picks up on it. Course he does. Stops his wrist the moment the words exit Sebastian's lips. And even though it's what Sebastian wanted, he's still whining at the loss of contact, the edging feeling particularly bad given how you continue to finger yourself in front of him. You're so wet, the lewd squelch of your cunt is something Sebastian could cum from right now, but Sam holds the base of his cock for him, takes hold of his jaw to make sure his eyes remain on you.

"Jus' a lil longer." Sam promises, and God he hopes he's right. Not sure how much longer he can hold off himself, cock tip red and angry from neglect. He'd like to think of himself as a patient man, but he knows that's nothing more than a facade. He needs to fuck right now, not caring for whether that was you or Sebastian, but he has an idea of your preference. The thought alone teasing him enough to make him hum in frustration, face contorted in concentration as he watches you edge closer to your own end. He's never been this needy before, all blushed and wet before even being touched himself.

Being the centre of attention is fun. You feel beyond exposed when both men stare you down, desperation, though different, present in their features. Sebastian looks obscene, grabby hands itching to touch any part of you as you continue to finger yourself, scissoring and poking at the spongy nub that you know will secure your end. Sam on the other hand looks dissatisfied, but masochistically enjoying himself regardless. His tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek as he watches you get closer, and closer, the circles drawn on your clit getting faster, and faster. You don't think you've felt this good before, and knowing that both Sam and Sebastian are waiting for you to get off first is enough to have you cumming before them, back arching and head thrown back as you moan out loud and clear for them as a reward, making a show of how wet they've made you as thanks.

"Wow.." Sebastian croaks out, throat far too raw from the moans Sam pulled from it. You take a peek at them as you calm down, drink in the way Sam looks at you with dark eyes, curse under your breath when you catch a glimpse of Sebastian's leaky cock, the way it jumps at your meager attention.

Sam is the first to make a move, removing himself from Sebastian's back to lightly push the man forward. Knows he's being impatient, but he's been deprived for long enough. "Gon then, Sebby. She's all yours." He drawls, devious smirk sent your way as you shift a little closer to Sebastian, laying down on your back before him. Your movements are a little shaky, impaired by your orgasm and Sam rather than helping opts to coo at your wobbly state as he busies himself elsewhere.

The room is far too hot, Sebastian thinks. Or maybe it's just him, lust fuelling his next actions as he scrambles to get next to you, swallowing hard from the way your hair sticks to your face, how your eyes look ever so slightly gazed, and of course, how your cute cunt clenches around nothing in expectation. You rile him up so much it should be illegal. All indecent and laid out for him like this, God, he could cum on the spot. And when he accidently climbs a little to close to you, cock head accidently brushing against your wet hole, he almost does cum right then and there, sensitive tip feeling so deliciously abused from Sam's denial earlier.

He's not aware of what Sam's doing, far too focused on lining his own cock up to your entrance to be aware of anything else right now. He watches you as he takes grab of your thighs, pushing them apart to allow himself easier access. And you're so soft that it makes him a little dizzy, wonders how soft you'll be when he finally puts his cock in. "Seb, c'mere." You whisper to bring him out his own thoughts, humiliation present on his face when he realises he's just been staring at your cunt this whole time, cock in hand.

When you reach up for him he eagerly lowers to your level, allows you to take hold of his cheeks before you pull him closer to your face. He should know what's going on but man is so lost in how slippery your cunt feels that it catches him off guard when you press your lips against his, instantly swiping your tongue against him. He gives the moment you bite at his lower lip, hot and heavy breaths shared among friends when you lick at the inside of his mouth. You taste so good. So good that he can't help but jerk himself off as you lead the kiss, hips jolting forward and humping against your clit every time you let a small sigh escape.

It's an accident when his tip catches against your hole, but it's probably the best mistake he's ever made. His whine matches your own at the intrusion, your previous orgasm working wonders on allowing him to slip further in, his stuttering hips struggling to find a proper pace to enter without causing harm but you don't seem to mind. Not with the way your mouth hangs open in a silent gasp when he enters inch by inch, his own mouth zipped in a tight line, eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of your hot walls fluttering against him as you attempt to accommodate his length.

"Fuck..." He hears you moan and it's the hottest thing he's ever heard. He really wishes he could give you some feedback too, tell you just how in love he is with your tight hole, how this is so much better than what he's imagined on lonely nights, how he's so thankful for you letting him use your body, even if only for a night. But you have him all choked up and gasping, head hung low in determination to not cum yet, pushing in tiny bursts before his hips rest against your ass.

He wishes that he can allow you a second breather to get properly adjusted. Hell, even so he can get used to the tight squeeze of your cunt, but his legs shake in anticipation, heart racing from just how well you wrap around his cock, hips needy to get moving already. So he's babbling sorries when his cock controls his brain at the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, when his hips almost instantly begin hammering into you the moment he's flush against your thighs. You keen into him and arch your back, Sebastian tugging and pawing at your top as he struggles to manoeuvre it up and over your tits, body jerking forward with each of his thrusts. Though, when he finally gets your tits free he's latching on to them like a puppy, licking and sucking to his hearts content as he bullies his cock into you over and over again, lungs heaving in their attempt to catch up to his fast fucks.

"Easy tiger." Same laughs behind you both, but it does little in slowing Sebastian down. You feel too good, you don't want him to stop, right? Want him to keep fucking into your tiny cunt, fill you right up- Yeah, especially when your hole refuses to let him out like that, all snug and tight. God how he wants to cum so deep inside you so bad. He's panting, struggling to breathe under the sound of your appreciation, the whiney little moans and almost cries of his name. Can't think of anything other than how good you're making him feel. How tight your cunt chokes his cock.

"Oi, 'said 't slow down, Seb." Sam reprimands, tone stern though not angry. The command sends a shiver down Sebastian's spine, cock twitching at the want to abide. Sam grips at his hair too, hauling him off your tit with a wet pop, the action driving Sebastian into your cunt harder, moaning into the room from the rough tug.

It's hard to stop when you're silently pleading up at Sebastian with those big wet eyes of yours, closed mouthed whines for him to disobey, but it's made easier when Sam grabs at Sebastian's hips, forcefully making him come to a halt.

"What s'it?" Sebastian asks, accent poking through all breathless and shaky. Sam shushes him from behind, the bed dipping as he moves around to get into position.

"Wan' in on the fun s'all." Sam replies, and the shock of cold as Sam presses a lubed up finger to Sebastian's hole jolts him into unintentionally fucking into you again. Just once, only twice. You clench around his cock and he stares down at you, telling you off with a look that's quickly wiped off his face when the lubed up finger enters his hole, the sensation not new by any means, and yet new all the same. He's played with toys before sure, but never once has Sam taken place behind him like this.

"Yer 's tight, Seb. Keep movin', yeah?" Sam gasps, letting his grip on Sebastian falter enough to let him move, yet still keep him in place enough to scissor inside, loosen him up in preparation for his cock. Sam wishes he could contain himself, but he's too giddy, so worked up watching Sebastian fall apart before even entering your cunt. And oh does Sam know how good of a fuck you are, tightest cunt he's ever had. Happy to share you with Sebastian, even if only to show off.

"Doin' s'good." Sam insisted, intending it for both you and Seb at the sounds you're both letting out. He listens as Sebastian whimpers when he fucks another finger into his ass, stretching his hole perhaps a little more than is necessary, but he can't help it. He's enjoying himself. Hears your soft mumbles too, little moans escaping at Sebastian's attempt to keep fucking you.

"Sam-" Sebastian breaths, hips rocking back into Sam just as much as they rock into you. It's signal enough that Sebastian is ready and so Sam removes his fingers, grabs a hold of his cock and very slowly pushes into Sebastian, and in the process, pushes Sebastian further into you again.

He's tight, much too tight for Sam's resolve. Between teasing Sebastian earlier and watching you come undone on behalf of his best friend he's been at his limit for a while now. The straw that broke his back was hearing you call his name in-between drawn out moans as Sebastian slowly rolled into you again, the way you look up at him despite another man's cock currently buried deep inside of you. Sets something primal off in him, and after a brief apology he's starting a quickened pace.

It leaves Sebastian wrecked, practically collapsing on top of you as Sam fucks his ass. The grip Sam has on his hips is rough, pulling Sebastian back to meet his unfair thrusts and shoving him forward into your welcoming cunt every time he re-enters. You wrap your arms around Sebastian, grabbing a fistful of his hair to ground yourself but it only really turns him on more.

"Fuck, Seb, baby-" Sam groans, uncertain voice matching his shifting eyes as he can't settle on where to look, who to listen to. All he knows is that he's never been this hard before, Sebastian's slicked up hole sucking him in as if begging for more, and by the sounds of Sebastian you're doing the exact same to him.

It's embarrassing the way Sebastian can't form any coherent words, the most he's able to get out are curses against your sweaty skin. The sound of skin on skin drowns him out for the most part, but he babbles nonetheless. Literally fucked dumb, fucking you dumb. His hips try to regain control of their thrusts, attempt to fuck into you with much more precision than he's giving at the moment but Sam slams into him when noticing his attempt. Cocky laughter filling the room in response. "Be a good boy, eh?" He teases, voice rough as he focuses on each thrust.

You're not faring much better either, the way Sebastian is now positioned gives you extra relief to your clit and you wail against him, watching the way your husband stares down and stretches Sebastian's cheeks apart so see his cock disappear. You try to snap your hips up to match Sebastian but he's too sloppy, so messy with the way he tries to keep you satisfied and it's so endearingly erotic. It's not the most skilful, but the coil in your stomach tightens with each gasp he lets out, each pitiful plunge of his cock.

You tug on Sebastian's hair and he lets out the most sinful sound you've ever heard, a quick glance at Sam and he seems surprised too, the shock on his face and the falter in his thrusts evident of the effect it has on him. "Shit, Seb-" He's trying to ask a question, inquire as to if he's okay, but is cut off by Sebastian's frantic moans in reply, high strung voice muttering strings of "Close!", "Feel s'good!" "Don' stop!" and it's the slurred speech that gets to you and Sam both, you joining in with Sebastian's incessant cries with your own begs for release.

"Please, Sam. Fucking us s'well-" You manage to utter, nails dragging down Sebastian's back as you get closer to the edge for a second time that night.

Above you both Sam grits his teeth, jaw tight as he focuses his thrusts to be more powerful than before, grabbing at Sebastian's ass and hunching over him, chest pressed tightly against back and in turn squishing Sebastian against yourself. It's so sticky, so hot and wet and Sam doesn't know how to stop, hips acting on their own accord as he relentlessly ruts into Sebastian. He's unable to warn when he finally releases inside of his tight hole with a low growl, one of claiming.

It's not his fault, really. What else is to be expected of him when Sebastian's needy hole is begging for cum, when you're crying out for him so prettily like that. He doesn't stop fucking as he's cumming, cock greedy in it's want to mark, to breed Sebastian right in front of you. It seems his own orgasm triggered Sebastian to finally cum too, the feeling of being filled up more than he's ever been before too much for him to handle. The tight clutch of your cunt as you convulse around him with your own high. You're both so loud compared to Sam. He wonders if the whole town can hear how good you feel, slutty sounds coming from two bred sluts. Sebastian is mortified at the thought of cumming inside you, but it only draws more and more cum out of him, milking himself dry as he's forced to fuck his cum deeper into you, tip brushing against your cervix from the sheer strength of Sam's thrusts. The intensity of it all leaves you breathless, the weight of two men on top of you growing increasingly burdensome as you come down, body tired from how hard both men fucked.

You cough but both Sam and Sebastian are dazed, glassy eyes behind hooded lids as you try to get their attention but fail, Sebastian falling against you in exhaustion and Sam dog piling on top, hard breaths being the only thing heard between the minimal space of bodies pressed together.

Taking it as a sign of things going well you opt to stay like that for now. And, given how tonight went, you wonder if Sebastian would be up for it again. The small whimper he lets out as you unintentionally clench around him makes you think that yes, he probably will. And the sneaky smirk Sam sends your way lets you know that yes, you probably will.

[ev3rgreenxtrees]

,,Spin The Bottle’’ -M.S

synopsis: You’re at a party with your best friend Nick, and you finally meet his brothers.

warnings: SMUT. alcohol, drugs, strong language.

pairing: switch Matt X switch Layla (female oc.)

Based off the song ‘This Could Be Us’ by Rae Sremmurd, and it is a slow burner😭🫶🏻

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‘Spin the bottle

if you the reason why its empty baby,

spin the fucking bottle.’

“C’MON, LAY!!” Nick yelled loudly from the other side of the crowded room. Layla shuffled through the hot room, her shoes sticking on the wooden alcohol covered floor. She tried her best to get by Nick, her best friend, but the crowd of drunk and high kids her age were restricting her. “for fucks sake, Layla.” Nick scoffed as he started through the crowd to get Layla himself.

Once he reached the much shorter girl, he gently grabbed her arm, and pulled her behind him through the crowd to the corner of the room. They both came to a halt, Layla almost running into the red-haired boy in front of her.

“Layla, meet my.. brothers..” Nick said in a disappointed tone.

“don’t say it like that, kid. you act like im a burden!” one of the boys spoke up. he had longer hair, and no tattoos, so using all the context clues from the many stories Nick has told her, this boy was Chris. “Anyways— I’m Chris!” the boy smiled, pulling her into a hug.

The sudden intimate action made the small girl let out a small giggle as she returned the action.

“nice to meet you, Chris. I’m Layla,” she smiled, and pulled away from the hug. A very slightly taller male with shorter brown hair and tattoos like Nicks stepped forwards.

He was more attractive than the other two, in ways she couldn’t understand. His sharp jawline, his defined cheekbones, his bright blue eyes, his slim face shape, the way his brown hair sat perfectly on his face, just barely covering his eyes.

“Hey, um..” the boy started, causing her to snap out of the trance he put her in. “I’m Matt..” he smiled shyly, sticking his hand out for a handshake.

Layla- without thinking- quickly responded with “I know! nice to meet you, Matt!” ‘I know?’ ‘I KNOW.?’ Was she loosing her mind?

Matt chuckled, and Layla shook her head, shamefully shaking the boys hand.

“i- uh.. sorry. Its just, the stories Nick has told me. Not specifically about you of course- but about you and chris and himself so i just assumed since he’s nick, and he’s chris-“ Layla rambled, being cut off when Matt put his hand on her shoulder.

“its okay. i get it.” he whispered.

“sorry.” Layla apologized, and Matt let his hand slowly fall off her shoulder to her hand; intertwining his long fingers with hers.

“its okay.” he smiled. “i understand.”

Layla smiled, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before letting it slip away from hers.

“sorry,” Matt apologized. “I’m not sure why i did that, you just seem.. upset? Not that you look upset or anything! Just that-“

“its okay.” Layla cut him off, and Matt smiled, Layla smiled back. He was right, the party was getting on her nerves, the loud music, the people yelling,, but thats not why she was acting like this. He was.

She could tell he was stressed too, but his stress did probably originate from the party. Not her.

“Hey! Who wants to play spin the bottle?” A random man yelled from off a red solo cup covered table. There were a few cheers, and Layla snapped her head towards Nick. Not for good reasons, though. Nick always wanted to play games at parties, and Layla never did.

Nick tilted his head, and gave her the, ‘you-better-come-play-with-me’ look. She sighed as Nick grabbed her hand, and started leading her through the crowd again.

“wait- you guys are actually playing?” Nicks brother- Chris- asked.

“I guess so-“ She shrugged in response, still getting pulled through the crowd.

Nicks fast maneuvering through the crowd allowed them to be there before majority of the other players were. The two sat down on the ground, criss-cross. Chris emerged out of the crowd to the room, bringing a confused and frightened Matt behind him.

“Chris! Did you really bring him?” Nick scolded Chris, both of the boys knew Matt had social anxiety, and this was NOT going to help.

“Hell yeah! He’ll be fine. He can just.. stand in the corner and not play if he wants. At least I brought him over instead of just leaving him by himself over there!” Chris snapped back, and Layla cut the triplets bickering out of her mind.

Her eyes met with Matt’s, whose were starting to gloss over. Since she had just met him, minutes ago, he has been anxious. His brothers were his guidance, and now with them both fighting in a room full of people wanting to play a game, it was leaving Matt with no one.

“hey, c’mere.” Layla smiled, patting the floor next to her. Chris and Nick both stopped mid-sentence, as Matt actually sat down next to her, in-between Chris and her. “if the bottle points at him, just say its pointing at you,” Layla says pointing at Chris, “so that way he only has to kiss someone when its his turn.”

“What!? But thats chea-“ Chris starts, but Layla cuts him off.

“Chris.”

“But- how come you dont-“ Chris starts again, but this time he was cut off by Nick.

“Chris.” Nick stopped him.

“okay.” Chris nodded.

-

After a few spins, everything has been going according to plan. Chris and Layla were taking turns when the bottle landed on Matt, until it was actually his turn.

“Matt, your turn.” Layla smiled and gestured towards the bottle. Matt spun the bottle quickly, without hesitation, which caught all of them off guard. They all watched anxiously as it spun in circles on the floor, and stopped moving.

Layla.

The crowd erupted in “ooh”s, and Layla’s and Matt’s heads snapped towards each others.

“fuck.” Matt whispered.

Layla shook her head, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to,”

“no- i want to..” Matt mumbled; his hand finding its way to Layla’s jaw. “ready?” he asked. This sudden boldness from Matt was confusing to Layla, but she didn’t mind. She just nodded.

Matt connected their lips, for only a few seconds, before pulling away.

“boo! that was a bad kiss! at least ten se-“ Chris booed, sticking his thumb out.

“CHRIS!” Nick yelled at the younger boy.

“You want us to make out or something?!” Matt whipped around to face Chris, who was nodding eagerly. The crowd, oddly enough, started chanting ‘Matt’

“fuck.” Matt sighed, as he turned back around to face Layla. “are you okay with this..?” he asked her,

“you mean, making out?” she asked confused.

“yeah..” Matt nodded, his eyes meeting hers.

“oh.. yeah. okay.” She nodded, and tried slowing her breathing rate. Matt was definitely attractive, and her type,, but doing this in front of all these people..? As Matt’s hand met her jaw once more, she pulled away, “wait- can we like.. do it in a room? Kinda like seven minutes in heaven!” She suggested.

“um.. yeah, sure. follow me.” the party host nodded, and led Matt and Layla to a room, leaving the ‘ooh’ing crowd behind.

“In heres fine,” the boy opened a door to a fully furnished -and nice- room.

Matt and her walked in, hand in hand, and he closed the door behind them. Matt looked down at her.

“you don’t really wanna do this, do you?” he asked with a slight chuckle.

“no, i do, i swear, just.. maybe not in front of all those people?” She shook her head rapidly.

“yeah, i get it. If damn Chris didn’t bring it up, no one else would’ve.. i swear im gonna beat his ass.” Matt rolled his eyes and crossed his tattooed arms.

Now that no one else was around to distract her, she could really focus on how good he looks. His biceps being perfectly shown by the way he’s standing, his tattoos, his bright blue eyes, his tall and ‘lanky’ stature.

“you okay?” he asked, tilting his head and furrowing his eyebrows.

“i- uh.. yeah. sorry.” she stuttered. the tilt of his head was enough to make her fold.

Matt unexpectedly made his way slowly over to the bed in the corner of the room, and sat down.

“you wanna do this?” he asked. Matt was much more.. ‘out there’ when he wasn’t in a room crowded with people. Layla nodded, and felt a blush creep onto her cheeks- and she knew why.

Matt patted the spot on the bed next to him, gesturing for Layla to sit there, but her body wouldn’t let her. She sat on Matt’s lap unexpectedly, and straddled him.

Matt’s eyes shot opened and he looked up at her, his hands quickly flying to her waist. what was she doing?

“you wanna make out like this?” Matt suddenly asked, and Layla couldn’t help but nod. Matt let his grip on her waist loosen, and his hands found their way to her back, around her waist. Layla let her hands slide up his chest and wrap around his neck. “okay. ready?” he asked, and Layla nodded. Matt closed his eyes, and Layla did the same, and they both leaned in.

Their lips brushed against eachother; and they finally met. Their lips moved in sync, and Matt’s tongue swiped over Layla’s bottom lip. Their tongues fought for dominance, and Matt’s won. His tongue explored her mouth, and their make out became more heated.

Their teeth clashed together as their tongues tangled, neither of them stopping. Without even thinking, Layla rolled her hips against Matt, causing him to gasp and grab her hips tightly again.

“Don’t-“ Matt groaned, Layla immediately stopping.

“Fuck, sorry-“ Layla apologized and started to stand, but Matt quickly pulled her down.

“no, its okay.. just…” Matt sighed, and let his hand fall to Layla’s. He trailed both of their hands up to his crotch, Layla gasped as she felt the growing bulge in his jeans. Matt groaned, and let Layla’s hand go. “t-this is what you do to me..” He moaned, the girl’s eyes growing wide.

“holy shit..” she gasped, “Matt..” her eyes met his, begging and pleading ones. “Do.. do you want me to help..?” she whispered, and Matt waisted no time nodding eagerly.

“fuck, please..” he begged, his head falling back as she pushed the palm of her hand against his boner. “mmh, please,” he whined. Layla smirked, her lips finding his neck.

“Want me to mark you up, Matty? Show everyone how good of a boy you are for me?” She teased, and Matt groaned,

“f-fuck, yes..” he pleaded, not really thinking about the party he was to go back to. Layla’s hands made their way to his chest, as she pushed him back against the bed. She continued to suck and bite on the whining boys neck, and her hands trailed down his sides to his belt loops on his jeans.

Her hands slipped to the button of his blue jeans, brushing against the bulge that was below the cold silver metal.

“Can I-“ Layla started, but Matt cut her off.

“yes, please, yes..” he begged, his hands still on her hips from before. She fiddled with the cold button, and once it came loose, she unzipped the zipper and pulled his pants down slowly, leaving the poor boy in his boxers only.

Layla chuckled as she saw the small wet spot on his red boxers due to his precum, but she couldn’t lie, she was already intimidated by the size even though she couldn’t see it yet.

“Gonna be good for me, Matty?” She asked, as her hands gripped the waistband of his boxers.

“y-yes, i promise.” he nodded, and she placed a kiss on his clothed member before pulling his boxers completely off.

“Holy fuck Matt,” she gasped.

“hm? is it bad-?” Matt asked worriedly.

“no, actually.. its just.. that is supposed to fit in me?” she gestured towards the boys dick.

“well- i-.. not unless you don’t want it to..?” Matt sat up.

“I want-“ Layla was cut off oncemore, but not by Matt this time.

“aye! hurry it up in there! ya fuckin or sum?” a boy yelled into the room from outside the door.

“give us 15!” Matt yelled back.

“15 Matt?” Layla yelled.

“i- uh.. we can just.. i don’t know!” matt stuttered.

“don’t get shy on me now, matt. we have ‘15 minutes’, you wanna do this..?” Layla asked, getting on her knees in front of Matt, becoming eye level with his stomach.

“yes,” matt nodded.

Layla wasted no time spitting on matts cock, giving it a few good tugs, before licking from his base to his tip.

“mmh,” Matt whined. His hands gripped the sheets of the bed, as Layla took his throbbing red tip in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. “A-ah- fuck—“ Matt gasped, one of his hands flying to her, the other tightening on the bedsheets.

Layla bobbed her mouth up and down, hollowing out her cheeks. Spit dripped down her chin and salty unwanted tears rolled down her red cheeks, as she hummed around Matt’s cock, sending vibrations throughout his body.

“h-holy shit— im not g-gonna.. fuck, im not gonna last long-“ Matt whined, Layla popping her head off.

“if i let you cum now, will you still be a good boy and fuck me?” she asked, and matt nodded, his face red and his eyebrows furrowed.

“yes, god, yes..” he agreed, and Layla’s lips met with Matt’s cock again. Her tongue slipped over his slit, before she took his tip in her mouth again. “mmph, f-fuck..” Matt groaned, his head falling back and his legs shaking. “i-im gonna-“ Matt warned, but before he could finish, his cum coated Layla’s mouth.

She pulled off his cock, and swallowed, sticking her tongue out to show she had swallowed.

“good girl..” Matt growled, pulling the girl into his lap, harshly kissing her. His hands found their way under her skirt, tracing gentle patterns across her wet panties.

“M-matt, please..” Layla gasped, her dominance fading quicker and quicker by the second as Matt played with her clit through the thin fabric.

“shh.. hold on, baby..” Matt smirked. Smirked. If Layla wasn’t already drenched, that would’ve done it for her.

“Matt- please, I didn’t tease you,” she pleaded, as his lips found her neck. He placed rough kisses against her soft skin, leaving red- soon to be purple- marks. Matt huffed against her, as he lifted her hips up just enough so he could slip her useless panties off.

“im keeping these.” Matt’s eyes met hers as he tossed the panties by his discarded clothes.

Layla was done waiting. She slipped her own shirt and bra off, starting to pull her skirt down after standing up, before Matt quickly stood up aswell, roughly shoving her down to the bed.

He leaned over her, grabbing her neck,

“Did I give you fucking permission to undress, slut?” Matt growled in her ear, and she shook her head.

“n-no.. I-im sorry-“ Layla apologized, and Matt tore her skirt off of her.

“You’re so fucking lucky we’re at a party and not at my house, because i swear i would’ve just ripped those in half.” Matt’s grip loosened just slightly on her throat, as he tossed her skirt.

Matt used his free hand to slide through her slick folds, slipping his fingers over her entrance a few times, before sticking two in her hole.

“H-holy shit!” Layla gasped as Matt pumped his fingers in and out of her, curling them when his knuckle hit her clit.

“Ya’know, I’d prep ya more, maybe even eat you out, but we only got a few more minutes left, so your gonna have to deal with it. Your safe word is Red, okay” Matt ripped his fingers out of her, causing her to whine.

“O-okay. red.” she repeated, knowing thats what he wanted.

“good girl.” matt nodded, as his hand around her throat tightened, and his other hand came to grab her hip.

He pushed the tip of his cock in slowly, and Layla winced. Matt continued to push into her, before completely bottoming out.

His lips came into contact with her neck again, sucking and biting at the spots that he had not already marked, as he gave her a little bit to adjust to him.

“m-move,” Layla pleaded, trying to sound demanding.

“poor baby..” Matt groaned as he started to thrust into her, his grip on her hip sure to leave bruises. “trying to seem dominant, but your falling apart on my cock..” he tsked, and his speed was relentless.

The way he was speaking to her just kept pushing Layla closer and closer to the edge, her legs starting to shake.

“already close?” Matt shook his head. His hand left her pained hip and made its way to her clit, as he rubbed circles on it.

“H-holy fuck, Matt!” Layla yelled. Thank god the music was blasting, or the people throughout the whole neighborhood probably could’ve heard that.

“shut your damn mouth,” matt growled, his head falling back, his release inching closer as he felt the familiar knot form in his stomach.

The girls legs continued to shake around matt, as she moaned again.

“m-matt, im cumming!”

“fuck, me too..” he huffed, both of them releasing at the same time. Matt’s thrusts slowed down and became more sloppy, as he chased his high. He slowly pulled out, both of them wincing at the loss of the feeling.

Matt didn’t say anything, and he just started to put his clothes back on.

Layla sat up slowly, in confusion, as she cleared her throat.

“hm?” Matt asked, slipping his boxers back on.

“really? your cum is literally dripping out of me, matt, and you dont say anything?” she asked, somewhat offended. she doesnt know why, though. its just a hookup.

“um.. sorry.. i dont really know what to say..” Matt stood up straight, scratching the back of his neck. He refused to make eye contact with her, which was even more odd.

“are you okay..?” she asked.

“yeah. im fine. sorry,” he apologized again, picking up her bra, skirt, and shirt off the ground before handing them back to her, “here. im sorry, im awkward.. i’ve never been that.. intimate?” Matt shrugged, as Layla slipped her clothes back on, after carelessly wiping herself off with the bed sheets. She doubts anyone uses that room ever anyways.

“you mean.. youve never had sex?” Laylas eyes widened, as she attempted to stand but failed, falling back on the bed.

“No no no, not like that. I’ve had sex but not that.. rough..?” Matt squinted, tilting his head. “I dunno. Sorry.” He apologized again, offering her a hand.

“Stop saying sorry.” Layla rolled her eyes, taking his hand.

“sor-..” he stopped himself. “um.. would you wanna maybe.. hangout sometime..?” he asked.

“GUYS. YOUR FIFTEEN IS UP. HURRRY IT THE FUCK UP,” the same person from before pounded on the door, causing both of them to chuckle.

“id love to. wait- shit! our necks!” Layla’s eyes widened.

“eh, it doesn’t matter. they all know we fucked anyways. who sits in a room and makes out for twenty minutes.?” Matt chuckled, admiring his work on the shorter girl’s neck.

“touchè,” Layla shrugged, and Matt grabbed her hand. “your really not gonna give me my panties back?” she asked, and matt nodded.

“nope. they’re in my pocket. you’ll just have to retrieve them next time.” Matt teased, and Layla rolled her eyes.

The two opened the door and walked back to the others, sitting on the floor.

“oh, for fucks sake, they’re back! we only managed to do six whole rounds without-“ Chris started, but stopped when he saw the hickeys on both of their necks. “holy. shit.” He gasped, his mouth falling agape.

Matt and Layla sat down together, still hand-in-hand, as all of the others stared at them.

“we were in there for over fifteen minutes. the fuck did you think we did?” Layla snapped in a joking way.

“if were being honest, we thought you guys were pranking us.. like you didn’t want to play the game or something..” Chris’ shrugged. “but god damn, Matty boy. I really didn’t think you had it in you.” Chris gave his brother a nod of approval and a slap on the shoulder.

“im gonna be sick.” Nick fake gagged.

“oh, shut up, nick!” Matt groaned.

“wait. Why is there HANDPRINTS on her neck, and what the fuck is in your pocket, matt. YOU KINKY MOTHERFUCKER!” Chris yelled as he laughed, Matt’s face going bright red.

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small A/N: i finished this since i cant sleep. enjoy😋

[reiimicxii]

All Subtext I Could Find for Hamilton and Laurens' Relationship in Hamilton: The Musical

Since you guys asked for it, here it is!!

By the way, I've only gotten these details via being hyperfocused/staring at Laurens and Hamilton mostly throughout the musical's Act 1. Also overanalyzing their actions.

Again, Lin could've made this relationship more explicit, but he chose not to. They could've had a song, a SINGULAR SONG, but nothing? Just some light subtext that could be interpreted as platonic? Okay. I'll play your game.

If the ship was better intergrated in the story, maybe if there was a song explaining their relationship, or, literally anything Laurens-centric, I'd gurantee Laurens wouldn't be as UwU turtle boy twinkified by the fandom, honestly.

Because there's barely any OFFICIAL lams content in the musical to nimble on, I shall provide it myself by overanalyzing content. That is what I (try to) do best, after all. And this ship has been taking over my brain.

Also if there was any subtext that I missed, do let me know! I shall reblog if there's any more.

Alexander Hamilton

- When the cast are giving Hamilton his stuff, and Laurens gives his bag, a mild gay stare is at large.

(Detail!: Eliza gives him his coat, Angelica gives him his book, Laurens gives him his bag. Very specific character choices, I've gotta say)

(Side note: I've seen someone say Laurens mouths "Me? I loved him", but I don't exactly know if that's true or not, since he's in the dark)

My Shot

- (ESPECIALLY NOTICEABLE IN THE PRO-SHOT) Laurens checks him out a bit as Hamilton sings "These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder (...)"

- When Laurens sings his verse "You, and I, do or die (...)" he touches Hamilton's shoulder and gay-ass staring ensues.

- "Laurens I like you a lot"

(Laurens giggles a bit and acts embarrassed at that lol)

- Laurens says "Let's get this guy infront of a crowd" SO INTIMATELY like... compared to the studio album.... 🏳️‍🌈 (?)

- Just before Laurens shouts "Everybody sing!" He and Hamilton had a little shoulder-to-shoulder moment

Story of Tonight

- The gays do gays. That's all I have to say. You all know about the amount of gay stares and shoulder touches in this song.

- Also how they walk away together??

Right Hand Man

- During the final "Here comes the general!" Laurens and Hamilton do the "handshake thing", only noticed it just now.

Helpless

- After Hamilton tells Eliza "Swear to God you'll never feel so (...)" He and Laurens fucking come in CLOSE and Laurens congratulates him. And then gazes at him from afar before clapping then leaving. Jealous much?

- God, lemme just say, when Laurens and Angelica come down the aisle during the wedding they look so miserable...

Satisfied

- Laurens is like "Alright, alright, stop kissing infront of me mfs!!!"

- During the rewind part, Angelica, Laurens, and Eliza momentarily all stay in the light AT THE SAME TIME, the light Angelica was standing in.

(Side note: I am of the opinion that John Laurens should've sang Satisfied, yet I know that Satisfied was sort-of meant to be a female solo)

(2nd side note: Laurens could've gotten batshit drunk because his lover is getting married)

Story of Tonight (Reprise)

- When Laurens sings "But I've seen wonders great and small" he points at Hamilton. Didn't know Alex had such a small dick.

- Laurens clinging onto Hamilton and staring mindlessly at that man during the entire beginning portion of the song before Burr came in

- Also when they sing "Something you will never see again" Laurens gives Hamilton a sorta "I know I'm gonna die later lol" glance.

Stay Alive

- When Laurens sings "And everyday's a test of our camraderie and bravery" they do the "handshake thing" (which i think is a metaphor for queerness, or something like that)

- The transition from Stay Alive to Ten Duel Commandments ("Laurens, do not throw away your shot"), do I even need to say anything? ALSO THEY WERE IN A PINK LIGHT. (While yes, it is light, it classifies as pink)

CORRECTION: it was a purple pink-ish light, my bad

Ten Duel Commandments

- Of course, the bitches are gay af.

- Burr and Lee have a normal handshake during the seconds part, but Laurens and Hamilton do the "handshake thing" instead

Meet Me Inside

- During the beginning, the two share a hug and gazing. Also, "I'm satisfied!" being said by Laurens.

Laurens' Interlude / Tomorrow There'll Be More of Us

- Dead gay staring/pining ensues. Also, the fact that in the final version, Eliza doesn't even specify the letter came from South Carolina, yet Hamilton immediately assumes it's from Laurens...

Thank you for hearing my rambling, I have joined the fandom late, yes.

[creepy-friday]

Love your blog! The way you write the Pastas is so interesting and enjoyable, specially the Proxies (glad you took Cody in the ecuation too, cause I like him and barely anyone remembers he's a proxy too)

Since we've already seen the boys in the female proxy au, how would she get along with other girls in the residence, like Kate the Chaser or Natalie? Whether in a romantic or platonic way

Thank you!I'M SO GLAD THE GIRLS GET SOME LOVE💞💞💞

Creepypasta Ladies x Fem!Proxy Reader

You worked with Kate from a distance since she's solo on all of her missions,her job and place in the team being way different from yours and the others

You also didn't know if she liked you because you were also a woman or she despises you because you're also a woman

During meetings she would ask a shit ton of questions about you and what you did on missions until that very moment,fuck,not even Masky is all up in your business like she is

On the rare occasions both of you meet she wouldn't greet you,she would simply nod her head at you.On impossible occasions you could get a glimpse of her face behind that mask.

I believe that if you do want to engage into a deeper conversation with her she will simply listen,but if you manage to get her to warm up to you she would vaguely say a few things about herself as well

Kate might throw a nasty double sided comment or two when there are just the two of you."Managed to calm Masky down,heh?How do you manage I wonder.." ; "sorry lady,I don't have a way with gentlemen like you do." ; "might enjoy the hell of a ride as well,you know best..am I right?"

You remind her of the few good persons she used to have in her life before she was dragged here

Clockwork was into you from the moment you stepped in the mansion tbh

Loves to tease you in both a romantic and friendly way.The fact that you're a woman in a position of power in the mansion over all of those fuckers it's super attractive to her

"Tell him to go fuck himself.What he's gonna say about it,huh?" ; "I bet I can be a better match for you than the demons of the forest,gimmie a chance to prove it to you;)"

Loves a good training with you,you're the only one who can counter all of her attacks,you really set her heart on fire

"You're a top bitch here,all bark all bite.Say,what would you do if I caused shit around here?;);)" she has no shame and will flirt with you every chance she has.If you ignore her remarks she wouldn't hold back,BUT if you do give her a chance she would further step her game UP

The nurse Ann barely talks overall and only engages into business conversations with you

If you have any "lady health problems" she would be the one to have your back like her life depends on it tbh

If you look around for Jack when she's in the infirmary she would simply assume you either don't like her or have a thing for male doctors lol

"No cannibals around,just good old me." she said,legs crossed facing you.

When you tried to make small talk with her she stopped you "you don't have to force yourself.We're just doing our jobs.Besides,the tension makes your veins harder to look for.."

Zero will start shit with you every chance she has.Fighting,blaming,shit talking,you name it,she would do everything in her power to try to bring you down and cause a violent reaction out of you

Does she get along with Masky because of this?Hell naw

Is it jealousy?a love-hate relationship?it's very hard to make the difference

On some occasions,she would act all nice and sweet,super flirty with you, and if you make the mistake of thinking she has good intentions with you she would degrade the living hell out of you

Despite the others,she doesn't trust you to have all of the power Slenderman trusted you with.She sees you below her and wholeheartedly believes she should've been in your place maybe with you sitting on her lap or something

She doesn't stand Clocky but still wants to be on her good side because she sees potential in her.Natalie knows this,but her boredom causes her to engage into Zero's little games

Jane observes you from a distance.She respects your job and how you manage to calm shit down,you're really one of the few persons she could look up to if she's honest

If only you weren't so busy with proxy duties she would come forward to you and warm up more

She would adore the tought of the two of you drinking tea in her room,simply enjoying each others presence while talking about matters both of you can't control

Jane would notice if one lock of your hair isn't in the right place but she wouldn't tell you if you're closer to her,instead,she would simply gently fix it

She gives me mommy vibes

Nina sees you as her best friend,you are the one to tell if it's one sided or not.The way you move,act,and manage to do it all amazes her..you are both a mentor and a friend to her.

She could talk the whole day about how amazing you are,and she actually has a few pages in her journal with notes about you

The girl can be like that one annoying kid at the park that gives you all of their toys just to spend time with them lol

You inspire her and she genuinely believes you make her a better person-a better woman.She lets you know this and even if you don't believe her,your existence deeply had a positive impact on her mental health

[issuesdolly]

Your Jonathan Davis Meet & Greet Gets Kinky

Content warning: 18+ Smut, handjob, oral, unprotected sex, p in v, jealousy/teasing sex, finishing inside 

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Summary: You are Jonathan Davis’s girlfriend and you accompany him to a Meet & Greet where fans get to interact with him. You generally don’t get jealous but this particular Meet & Greet tests your patience as some fans get way too friendly and flirty with him, touching him to the point of making him aroused. After you get angry, Jonathan decides to make it up to you in a very hot, kinky way.... to reassure you.

Side note: I have a TikTok where I make sexy/funny Jonathan Davis edits and thirst traps if y'all are interested. My Tiktok is not for clout/promotion btw this dude is my hobby haha...

Example of one of my videos:

Link to my TikTok channel:

Story:

You had accompanied Jonathan to several of his Meet & Greet events before. They were generally pretty tame as people were extremely excited to meet him but pretty respectful when they actually do. This Meet and Greet was a bit different. It was an event inside a mall outlet store music shop where it's just a meet with Jonathan and not the other band members. He was promoting his solo project and each fan gets a 1 minute chat, a picture and something signed. The two of you had planned to go out to dinner together after the event so it was easier to follow him to the one hour Meet & Greet and go to dinner together after than to wait at home. 

Security and entourage were all around, chaperoning the interactions and giving each fan the gentle "time's up" escort after they had their moment. You stood in the corner with a cup of coffee, watching it all go down. You were so proud of him. You loved how radiant his smile was and how kind he was to everybody. No matter how long he has done these kinds of events, he still has a bit of giddy social awkwardness so when a fan is lost for words and over-excited, there's still a bunch of awkward laughter and pauses from Jonathan as well. 

And of course, people LOVE to touch him and give him hugs. You've generally accepted this. He's very talented and equally turns people on and has for decades with his sexy stage presence. It's totally undeniable that women, men, transgender and folks of all pronouns are desperate for a picture snuggling him and giving him a big hug. People pull out all sorts of body parts in hopes he will sign them so they can get it tattooed. It's overwhelming just how much people want him to leave a "mark" on them in some way. It's also funny when the men try to play it cool with a civil handshake but clearly wish they could grab him in a hug like the female fans do. However, NO ONE is more forward, aggressive and borderline disrespectful than the female fans. They have no shame. In your heart, you can't really blame them. If this was your only moment with him, you'd probably act the same. 

Jonathan always does his best to play it cool though. He'll give them a nice hug, call them "hun" or "sweetheart" and let them embrace him but hasn't crossed any lines anymore. Since he's been with you, he's not hooked up with groupies on tour or taken advantage of the same "opportunities." Generally you both were amused when you'd watch a fan totally lose their cool. For example, one women got her moment with Jonathan for a picture and was so afraid to touch him she was shaking. Jon took the lead and wrapped an arm around her waist and she accidentally let out a giddy moan followed by inappropriately loud laughter. After her picture she went to turn around and shake his hand goodbye and managed to trip over his foot and fall. Security helped her to her feet while Jon said "oh shit sorry hun, are you ok?" All she could do was smile and nod and skulk away as her friend laughed her ass off. Jonathan gave you glances from time to time as the two of you grinned at each other and laughed. People's reactions were sometimes pretty damn funny. 

It was getting towards Jon's 20 min break before the next round of Meet & Greet fans got their turn with him. Next up in line was a young lady who looked to be 18 to 20 or so. You smelled trouble. She were dressed beyond provocatively and had a gorgeous see-through goth-lace shirt with a lace bra underneath and a short plaid miniskirt with chains on it. She paired this with thigh high fishnet stockings and heeled boots. She had long and shiny, gorgeous, wavy jet black hair and amazing makeup and piercings. She looked like a pornographic version of Wednesday Addams. Unfortunately you knew this was EXACTLY Jonathan's type and that this girl looked sexy as hell to him. 

She slowly approached him with a seductive walk, keeping her cool FAR better than the other fans. Jonathan paused, watching her in a kind of stunned amazement and smiling. 

"Hi hun, what's your name?" Jon asked quietly. 

"Emilia," she said in a sultry, low voice, while shaking his hand and not being quick to let go of it. 

"Nice to meet you, Emilia," Jon replied meekly. 

"I can't believe I'm finally meeting you, I listened to your music all the damn time this year, I love you so much," she continued in her soft, beautiful voice. 

"Awww, you're too kind hun," Jon said while trying to avoid eye contact with her. She had gorgeous eyes and was giving him the "fuck me" stare and he was definitely trying hard to dodge it while smiling at the ground but stealing glances at her gorgeous body. 

Jon tried to break the silence. "So, did you bring something you'd like me to  sign or?" Jon said in a giddy tone. 

"No. Actually, I'm doing kind of a bucket list thing. I missed my prom. I was sick that night. Stayed home in bed listening to your music all night instead," Emilia continued while forcing eye contact with him and stepping closer. 

"Y...yeah? Sorry about your prom. Um. That sucks you missed it," Jonathan said trying to keep his composure. 

"That's alright," Emilia said. "I had a MUCH better night in bed listening to you," she said while giving him a naughty smirk and touching his shoulder. Jon couldn't help but let out a dark, dirty chuckle. She chuckled in response.

You were getting flustered by now, wondering just how much further this lady was going to push and tease him. 

"So my bucket list idea was if I meet you, take a prom style picture with you, if you're down," Emilia continued cooly, while moving her hand off his shoulder and pointing to her friend, who had her phone ready. 

You knew what she meant. She wanted Jon to stand behind her, with her back up against him and his arms wrapped around her from behind, to  reinvent those cute “couple's prom night” pictures. You were getting QUITE irritated by now. She'd made him an offer he can't refuse. People in line overheard her request and went "awww! Do it Jon!" 

Jon paused awkwardly and looked at her, grinning and sort of wringing his hands a bit, thinking about it. 

"Um. Sure hun, it's all good," he said. 

She wasted no time turning around and pressing her backside against him. As her friend got their cellphone camera positioned to take the picture, she pressed her short skirt up against the crotch of his pants. He briefly froze just staring down at her ass, pressed up against him in a skirt that barely covered it. Then he awkwardly moved his arms towards her waist for the "cuddle pose" picture. She was bold enough to grab his hands and place them firmly on her hips and hold him in place. She tugged his whole body further against her, pushing her ass into him harder. He tried to loosen her grasp on him a little. He shifted his body against her and briefly lost his balance, stunned by how forward she was being. He touched her hips gingerly with his fingers and tried hard to resist the urge the caress her. He clearly wanted to though. He let out some very nervous laughter while her friend said "ready?" and held up her phone.

Jonathan looked really flustered, even a bit red in the face, and smiled a big awkward smile while the camera flash captured their "moment." People applauded and went “aww” and a few cheered and went “woooo!” and whistled "whe-whewwww!" because it was a pretty damn sexy/cute picture. 

You'd seen enough. You were finally pissed. You stormed off into the breakroom and as you walked by security you heard two of them chuckle and one say "told you so man! He shouldn't have brought his girl haha." Sounded like they had wagers going on how long before you lose your cool over thirsty groupies. 

You overheard break-time being called shortly after and Jonathan entered the dressing room with a few people from his entourage. He saw you sulking and standing in the corner with a dark expression on your face. He asked them to give you guys some time alone. They agreed and stepped out. 

Before you said ANYTHING, Jonathan said "look.... I KNOW. That went too far, I'm sorry. I didn't really know what to do, she caught me off guard." Jon stepped towards you and went to give you a big hug. You rejected it, stepping across the room to sulk some more. He trailed after you, pulling you in closer while trying to give you a big reassuring embrace. "I'm sorry! I should have thought about it!" Jonathan continued. You let him hug you finally.

However, as you were hugging him, your fronts were pressed together and you could feel a bulge in his pants. You let go of him and looked down and could see his very obvious erection. He immediately realized you had noticed and tried to adjust himself while looking embarrassed. You locked eyes with him and gave him an angry scowl. 

"You already had a hard-on when you fucking came in here, didn't you?!" you demanded. 

Jonathan squinted with embarrassment and put his head in his hands, groaning and sighing, while slowly nodding in acknowledgment and stepping away from you.

"She fucking turned you on! You got a damn boner! I knew it" you said, very flustered at this point. 

"I don't know what to say sweetheart, dicks are stupid! She smelled amazing, she was down to fuck and she was batshit crazy, I'm SORRY. You know I wouldn't though! It's- it's biological ... it's-..... DICKS ARE DUMB!!!" Jonathan repeated, stumbling over his words and stuttering with apologies and humiliation.

You stormed over to the couch and sat down. You weren't going to admit it yet, but you knew he was right. Women are ALWAYS trying to seduce him and beg for it and just because he CAN doesn't mean he would fuck them anymore. 

"Just fu--- fu... I don't know! Put yourself in my shoes," Jonathan said while sitting down next to you on the couch. You scooted away from him as he tried to touch you. "Imagine there was a literal line out the door full of super hot dudes desperate for even one minute with you, trying to seduce you, tease you and fucking feel you up. Maybe your pussy would get wet or something. Maybe your n-- nipples would get hard! But you wouldn't act on it! It's fucking crazy! It still trips me out anyone is that into me! But- but it’s biological... humans.. we ... fucking suck! Someone grabs you like that and you get horny! Then you gotta fight with your conscience! It's just fucking nature vs. your willpower and it's embarrassing. I'm sorry!! I’m SO, SO SORRY!!" Jonathan said while still trying to pull you in for a hug on the couch. 

You reluctantly allowed him to hug you and pull you closer. He caught his breath and breathed hard while pausing, knowing there's not much else he can say. He gave you a very firm, loving hug. You finally returned it and looked him in the eye. You were on the verge of tears. He looked genuinely upset and embarrassed and deeply sorry. 

"I LOVE you. I'm not gonna fuck that up over some stranger. I don't do that shit anymore. I don't want to live with that kind of guilt anymore. You've made my life so much better. I'm not gonna throw that away just cuz someone rubs up against me, OK?" You didn't say anything. 

"OK?" Jonathan pleaded, while putting his hand on your chin and forcing you to make eye contact with him. His eyes looked like he was half ready to cry he was so embarrassed and upset he’d hurt you.  

You locked eyes with him and his eyes bore into you searching for an answer. 

"Ok," you whispered. He gave you a big, slow, deep kiss. 

"The difference is, YOU are the one I want to touch. YOU'RE the one who I want to come home to, ok?" 

You held him and shifted your position on the couch to face him. You draped your legs across his lap as he continued to hold you. Jonathan leaned in and kissed your lips, cheek and then your neck. 

"I'm all yours baby," Jonathan said quietly, right into your ear before slowly licking and biting it. You were still flustered and pissed but you weren't about to reject him. You immediately felt yourself shiver and your nipples tingle while he licked and nibbled your ear and neck. He made soft moaning noises as he put his hand on your neck and stroked it, gently grabbing it and pulling you in for a longer, deeper french kiss. 

He let you out of the kiss for a moment and breathed against your neck while slowly licking it and moving back up to your ear to whisper into it again. You felt your body tingling and your pussy starting to drip into your panties. 

"I'm ALL yours," he repeated. He took your hand with one of his and placed it on his lap, where his dick was still hard.... MUCH harder now. 

"And THIS, THIS….. is all yours too," he said in a deep, naughty, quiet voice as he pushed your hand against his dick. You moaned and your thighs shook a bit as the adrenaline shifted from rage adrenaline to insanely horny adrenaline. You started rubbing his hard cock through his pants and he groaned deeply. 

You rubbed his pants more firmly and were surprised how animalistic this whole jealousy thing had made you. You grabbed his dick through his pants and he encouraged you to, spreading his legs and sitting back on the couch, locking eyes with you and smiling while pressing your hand hard against his dick through his pants. He grunted and panted. It was clear he really wanted to take all that frustrated sexual energy the fans had left him with and give it all to you. 

"Let me make it up to you baby, RIGHT now," Jonathan said in a low voice. 

You moaned against his face as he nuzzled you with his beard and you just nodded in agreement. Without a word he got off the couch and knelt in front of you. You were wearing a skirt and a v neck shirt. You opened your legs as he knelt in front of you and parted your thighs. First he pushed his hands up into your shirt, squeezing and caressing your breasts while pushing you back against the couch and letting you whine and grab his dreads. He pushed your shirt up and took one of your breasts into his mouth, licking, sucking and nibbling your nipple. Your breasts tingle and your nipples hardened with arousal and your pussy got more soaked. You had to stay aware of where you were. In a BREAK room with entourage right outside and fans in the lobby waiting for him to return. You tried to stay quiet and keep your moans soft as you gripped his hair more firmly and he went on sucking your breast. 

He pushed his hand up your thigh and under your skirt. His hands were so big and warm and you were losing your mind. You had been so furious/jealous and now you were getting everything you wanted and needed. He reached your panties and gently rubbed your pussy through them. His hands felt the heat of your pussy and the fact the crotch of your panties was soaked all the way through to the outside. "Ooohhhh, so hot and bothered," Jonathan said while looking up at your face with a smirk. You had to laugh together. The two of you exchanged a naughty chuckle as Jon continued to rub your clit and pussy through your panties, which were now saturated at the crotch. "Mmmmff... my girl," he whispered at you while dragging his lips across your inner thighs. "Are you going to let me make my girl feel better now?" he asked in a soothing, naughty voice. 

"Yes... fuck yes!" was all you could reply as you held his head and stroked his hair. He gingerly rubbed his fingers against your pussy through your panties, before pulling them aside at the crotch. He knelt further into your inner thighs and braced himself against you and the couch. He plunged his face fully under your skirt and started taking deep licks into your pussy. You instinctively moaned... TOO loud.  Jon ALSO had to remember where the two of you were. 

He kept one hand on your thigh and raised another up to your mouth to cover it while he continued lapping your pussy and shaking his head rapidly against it so he stimulated your clit even more. You moaned loudly into his big hand as it covered your mouth. You felt faint, and when you opened your eyes and looked around the room, you realized your vision was practically hazy. It wasn't until then you realized that level of jealousy followed by actually fucking him was getting you off more than you could ever imagine. You pushed his face harder into your pussy and he let his tongue slide deeper into it as you continued moaning into his hand and breathing hard. 

Just then, there was a knock on the break room door. Both of you froze as you were a bit too lost in the moment. Neither of you responded quick enough and the door came open as one of Jonathan's managers stood in the doorway. "Jon, you're wanted back in 10 mi------ ah... SHIT." There was no denying what the two of you were doing.

His manager had walked in on Jon knelt in front of your open legs with his head buried under your skirt. The manager closed the door wordlessly. A moment passed as Jon pulled his face out from between your wet thighs and you pushed your skirt back down to cover yourself. On the other side of the door you could hear two of his entourage muttering to one another and one say "FUCK, not again!" This wasn't the first time the two of you had gotten carried away while he was doing something important. 

The door cracked open again as the manager reluctantly stepped back in while avoiding looking at what was going on in the room.

 "Do you think you could get your shit together, Jon? You're wanted back in 10 minutes" they said in an annoyed but resigned tone. 

"Y---yeah. YES. Sorry," Jonathan replied. 

Your cheeks were red and hot and all you could do was look at the ground and cover your face and bury it in your hands with embarrassment.

"Thank you. OK? 10 minutes," the manager reiterated before shutting the door. 

You shook your head and were extremely sexually frustrated now. His dick was still hard. You stood up from the couch as you said "we should stop. I'm sorry." 

Jonathan stood up and pushed a chair against the door, wedging it against the door knob. 

"FUCKIT," Jonathan said in a confident tone. "They aren't gonna do a Jonathan meet and greet without Jonathan!" He stepped back towards you and grabbed your waist. You couldn't believe it. He REALLY was determined to fuck you. But you weren't about to fight him off. "We'll have to make it quick.... but.... I want to finish what we started" Jonathan said with a dark smirk. You returned the smirk and nodded. 

Jonathan wasted no time. He kissed down your body and firmly grabbed your thighs, plunging his face back under your skirt and pulling your panties to the side again, licking your clit hard and firm and massaging it rapidly with his tongue. You couldn't help but moan and yelp and feel dizzy, using his shoulders for balance as he gripped your hips, making sure you didn't fall over. He bit the side of your panties and pulled them down your legs with his teeth. You moaned louder, watching him do this. You  moved your feet and stepped out of your panties, crushing yourself up against his face. He sucked on the lips of your pussy, pulling them gently with his lips and giving them gentle nibbles. He pushed a finger in and swirled it around inside you while gripping your hip with his other hand and sucking on your clit with his lips. You couldn't take it anymore. You NEEDED him inside you.

"S-s-stand up, come here!" you said. He obeyed you and rose up from where he was knelt in front of you. You breathed hard, staring at him. The two of you were pressed together.

"I wanna fuck you so bad right now," you whimpered. 

'So fuck me," Jonathan said in a quiet, calm voice, with a big grin on his face. Instead of doing ANYTHING to you, he let you take the lead. You saw his hard dick through his pants and instead of him undoing his own pants or pulling you into him, he placed both of his arms behind his back and folded his hands together as if he was handcuffed. He just stood there in front of you, waiting to see what you'd do to him while locking eyes with you. He looked down at his pants and then back up at your face, grinning. 

You went wild. You grabbed his waist and hungrily undid his belt buckle and undid the button and the zip on his pants. You pushed him against the wall of the break room and reached into his boxers, grabbing his hard dick and jerking him with one hand while pulling him by the hair with your other hand to bring him in for a deep kiss. 

He moaned and grunted into your mouth and his cock twitched in your hands. You rubbed the tip of his big dick with your thumb and could already feel precum leaking from the tip. He was as hard as he ever gets, clearly also insanely turned on by how much you desperately wanted to lay claim to him. He was definitely going to let you do whatever you wanted to him. You pressed yourself against him and kept giving him a handjob while the two of you exchanged sloppy kisses and an off-balance, dizzy embrace. 

Eventually HE too lost his cool. Witnessing your jealous rage and horniness for him had turned him on to the extreme as well. He was definitely getting off on knowing how bad you wanted him all to yourself. He pushed you back onto the couch. The couch was  too narrow to properly climb on top of you so instead, he grabbed your legs up in the air and pulled your body to the side so you were facing him on the couch.

He pulled your legs apart and placed your legs on each of his shoulders, lowering his pants and boxers more. He knelt in front of your pussy in a crouched position on the couch.... He paused for a moment, taking in just how bad you want it. You were gasping in anticipation. You gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him towards you and said "FUCKING DO IT!" you whined. He groaned and pushed his long, hard dick into you. You couldn't be quiet, but you tried. You placed your own hand over your mouth while he fucked you, deeper and deeper with each pump. 

"AGGGGHhHH.. S--SHHIIIIIIITTT" Jonathan sputtered while pushing further into your pussy and feeling it grip around him. You were so wet and slippery and still a bit enraged so you returned his firm pumps by aggressively bucking your hips forward against him. You looked at each other's flustered faces while he pushed deeper into you and he picked up speed. You were surprised you already felt so close to coming. I guess something about the adrenaline of rage and jealousy paired with the heat of the moment really had you going. 

You gripped his dreads and pulled him closer against you. You don't usually yank his hair this hard but you were still a bit enraged with him. He pressed on top of you, crushing you up against the couch and pumping hard into you. "FUCK. FUCK. SHHIIIITTT.... You really f--fu-ffucking wanted it hmmm?" Jonathan said. You groaned and nodded in return, pushing your hips forward against him.

Jon ground his crotch hard into you and held it there as you still had a firm grip on his hair. "Mmmmmmm... maybe I should make you jealous more often," Jon said in a naughty voice. You didn't like the thought of that…at least you didn’t THINK you did. But now, you were so close to coming you couldn't stand it. You squeezed your pussy tight around him and he winced and went "AGHHH!!! mmmmm" and pumped faster and faster. His huge cock was seeking your deepest regions and you desperately needed to cum with him. You pushed hard against him one more time, impaling yourself on cock. Your pussy pulsated as your orgasm hit you in delicious waves and you couldn't stop yourself from moaning and grunting loudly. 

Jonathan wasn't far behind. However, he slowed his pumps briefly while you came, just watching you, almost taken aback by the intensity of your orgasm. All he could do was moan and whimper watching your face and feeling your pussy squeeze and throb around his leaking dick as he was about to bust. "DAMN baby," Jon said as you opened your eyes slowly. You had squirted a little when you came and gotten his crotch extra wet.  You had definitely gone full animal on him. You REALLY needed that orgasm. "DAMN," he repeated, realizing just how hard you came all over his cock. He shook his head while smiling gleefully.  

Jonathan caught himself and continued pumping nice and hard. It  felt amazing as he fucked you in your post-orgasm bliss while your pussy and clit were drenched and super sensitive. However, Jonathan wasted no time pumping harder and faster into you, slamming you against the couch. You could hear the wet slapping of his balls against your drenched cunt and distantly, you could hear people outside the break room as they were getting more impatient. "AHHhhhhhh.... shi--I'm gonna cu- cum!" Jon groaned as his body started shaking. "Cum for me baby," you said while wrapping your legs tightly around him and pushing him as far into you as he could go. "AHHHH!!!! SHHiiiiiiiii----" Jon sputtered as he whimpered and blew inside you. His whole body shook as you hugged him tightly against you and he unloaded his full dick deep inside you. He lost his balance and fell against you on the couch as he came. The two of you blanked out together for a moment as he just emptied and emptied and tried to breathe. It sounded like he was literally having a difficult time inhaling new air.

There was a heavy quiet for a moment as the two of you just froze in that position until he was done pumping and leaking every last drop. You loosened your grip on his dreads and slowly parted your thighs, letting his crotch out of the lock you had him in while he'd come. He was lethargic and dizzy, while shaking and panting. The two of you slowly and reluctantly let go of each other as he pulled out of you. He whined and groaned as he tried to stand up, only to stumble and quickly fall back down on the couch with his dick still out of his pants, still leaking and dripping. The two of you sat side by side on the couch, catching your breath while dripping juices onto the fabric of it.

"Well SHIT, baby!" Jonathan eventually said with his voice breaking, as he began to giggle, trying to figure out how to clean up this mess. You locked eyes with him and giggled back. Just a few moments later there was an insistent knock on the door. The manager knew better than to open the door this time but they said in a pissed- off voice, "JON! You are wanted back at the meet and greet table... NOW."

"OK! ON MY WAY! SHIT MAN!" Jonathan said with his voice cracking as he slowly staggered to his feet, looking dazed and confused. Jonathan looked around the room for something to clean the two of you up with.

There was a tissue box on the table. He grabbed a bunch of tissues and wiped his leaking dick  and the front of his pants before handing some tissues to you for you to clean yourself up with. Your legs were shaking as you wiped your inner thighs and pussy and stumbled across the room to locate your panties and put them back on. As you put them back on you realized how soaked they were and thought of just throwing them away, but figured you'd better just wear them. His cum was leaking down your thigh so you lined your wet panties with some tissues so it wouldn’t leak all the way down your leg. 

The two of you embraced and slowly kissed one more time. 

Jonathan sighed, still breathing hard and beads of sweat coming down his forehead, as he pushed his sweaty, tangled hair out of his face. He leaned against your ear.

"I love you. Like I said....I'm All yours baby, I promise. Always," he whispered as he gently felt you up and kissed your cheek. 

"I love you too, Jon," you quietly replied.

You looked at his face. His beard was still a bit damp from him having gone down on you. You giggled and said "you should probably wash your face."

Jon pressed his hands against his face and gently mopped his beard while laughing and grinning. "Probably," he said while smirking. 

"Or maybe I'll just go back. There's probably not time anyway. You and I can just know you left your mark on me," he said while winking and smirking. 

The thought of him going back out there smelling like you turned you on incredibly. You grinned and just nodded your head. 

The two of you held hands and hobbled out of the break room unsteadily together, looking rather dazed and elated. Reluctantly you let go of his hand and stood back in the corner of the Meet & Greet room. He took slow, unsteady steps back to his Meet & Greet desk and the queue of fans continued to approach him one by one. He had the biggest goofy smile on his face and looked very exhausted now, still trying to catch his breath and play it cool.

Any chance he got, he exchanged a glance with you and you returned it with a naughty smile and a wave. Distantly you could hear his managers angrily muttering.

All you could make out was "someone's gotta tell Jon to stop letting his girl tag along to these damn things, man."

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𝜗𝜚. Rosalie always wanted to become a ballet dancer since she was a child, being an idol was a spure of the moment decision when she saw a video of SNSD performing once.

𝜗𝜚. Her aunt is well known in the kpop community seeing as how she owns the company ‘UTOPIA ENTERTAINMENT’ that manages the groups New Jeans, IVE, and ITGIRLZ.

𝜗𝜚. In 2021 Rosalie did resign a contract with Pledis Entertainment for her career with SEVENTEEN but the company has no power over her solo career, her Aunt’s company controls her solo career.

𝜗𝜚. Jihye does not drink alcohol often, whenever she does she basically has to have a babysitter because of everything she gets into.

𝜗𝜚. Rosalie is one of the youngest musicians and first ever female kpop artist to win a Grammy and an Oscar.

𝜗𝜚. Rosalie was invited to headline Coachella 2 years in a row but she declined each time.

𝜗𝜚. She likes to play video games so she can collect all the skins. For example, she’s amazing at playing Fortnite and Call Of Duty but mostly just plays for the skins and weapons. (Of course of her skins are pink)

𝜗𝜚. Rosalie featured on Taylor Swift’s album ‘Midnights’ on the song Snow On The Beach. This caused her to get a lot more recognition and attention towards her group once it released. She was even a surprise guest during the Eras Tour to perform the song on stage with Taylor. Rosie said it was one the most surreal moments of her career.

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𝜗𝜚. Rosalie likes to speak up often about mental health. In many live videos she’s spoken up about her struggles after her sister’s passing and how she’s been going to therapy since she started training as an idol.

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𝜗𝜚. Rosalie broke her hip after falling during a ballet performance. She was lifted into the air by her fellow male dancer and his grip slipped causing her to fall on her left hip. She has a some issues with her hip to this day, swelling and pain.

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𝜗𝜚. Rosie loves sweets. Anything candy she will eat, she has a candy basket in her’s and woozi’s bedroom on her bedside table.

𝜗𝜚. Rosalie wants to be a mom someday but unfortunately she is infertile due to some issues with her developmental when she was a fetus. She plans to adopt in the future.

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RAINCODE COMIC DUB~🎙️

NEW PROJECT ALERT!

Story takes place at the start of Chapter 4 (MINOR SPOILERS)

Comic Title drawn by Kazin (as well as the whole comic)

Here's the Dub! Vocals and Editing done by me 🎙️📑 Enjoy!!

Further Rambling Below

Hehe I bet you all didn't think voice acting was among my list of hidden hobbies/talents didja? (I’m just full of surprises x3) Well... I can only hope that I delivered well enough here. (please feel free to laugh at my attempted Yakou voice… LMAO)

So this is yet another collab project that @kazinsblog and I did together. The story is based on a kokowendy ch4 canon divergent skit that I made way back last fall. When Kazin saw it, she wanted to make it into a full comic. I didn't protest (I never do LOL) but then I wanted to try something.

I've never attempted a solo dub of a comic before, and honestly I didn't think I would with RainCode due to a majority of the characters being male. Sadly with my naturally high voice I can only do so much with attempting male voices. I usually only do female or child character voices.

But since Kurumi is the lead role of this story, and has the most lines, I decided to give it a try. I do love Kurumi (she's my best girl) so I hope I did her justice here. I like to think I did her voice fairly well. I struggled a bit with the guys (and Halara) but I think my Yuma is decent enough... x'D (plus it was really fun making him sound tired and out of breath :3)

I do enjoy Kokowendy as a ship, though I'm not a huge shipper. But these two are just too cute... ;w; So I think a scenario like this suits them both. Plus it gives Kurumi a chance to be reliable and try to help her beloved hero in his time of need <3 Honestly it can even be seen as platonic. Its very tame (the only small hint is that Yuma blushes at some point, but that's it)

I had a lot of fun doing this!! I got the voices and editing done in only 3 days, so it’s definitely not a long lasting project. (on my end anyway) But I still think it’s a pretty big project with all of the work both of us did. Editing the video was probably the most fun part for me >w< I knew exactly what BGM and sound effects I wanted months in advance c: I only hope I did the editing style of it right. Comic dubs are very peculiar in the way they’re done… 💦 (also no I’m not putting this on YouTube, this is a tumblr exclusive ONLY! And I give NOBODY permission to re-upload it without my consent!)

I’m not sure if I'm the first that's attempted a RC comic dub before, but if I am, then I am very happy c: Idk if I'll do another full one though. Like I said too many of the characters are male... x'D This may be a one time thing for me here. But if I were to do one, I figured why not on a comic that was made specifically for me? c: (ty again kazin!💕)

Anyway I'm done yapping now, I hope you all enjoy! 💜 Feel free to let me know what you think or which role you enjoyed from me the most! (tho I think the answer is obvious lol)