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yeonkimintakecare · 1 year ago

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Washed Up - Chapter 2

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader; Angsty Fic

Summary: You've decided to audition, but will it be that easy?

You run into old acquaintances from the industry and new enemies.

Author's Note: I'm sorry it's taking me so long to write this, but I'm trying to write more lately.

Warnings: mentions of alcoholism, mental health issues, swearing, general angst.

(previous chapter) - (next chapter)

“Sorry! I’m just so proud of you! It doesn’t matter to me if you do the worst acting you’ve ever done. We are going to get through it together! Oh my god, ok. Ok.” Papers shuffle in the background as she mumbles to herself. “ Ok, so I’m sending the script over to you now. Somebody will drop them off in about an hour. Learn them the best you can and I’ll be over tonight to help you. The auditions are next week and we have a lot to work to do. I hear Song Mijoo is also auditioning. She will be tough competition.”

“Song Mijoo? Wasn’t she that rookie idol that wanted to break into acting? I remember just thinking she was okay but she was so stiff whenever she delivered her lines.” You said into the phone, starting to calm down and make yourself a cup of tea.

“Oh, that’s definitely her. But she’s changed a lot over the years, she started working with that one coach, Kim Minji, that worked with your costar on The Star’s Above, Jiwon.” Rina said, keyboard clacking in the background. She’s likely putting everything in motion as fast as she can so that I can’t change my mind. Wise decision on her part.

“Minji is a miracle worker. Anybody who can make Lee Jiwon actually able to cry instead of having to use any artificial tears deserves to win every award.” You both laugh at that statement. “Ok, tough competition then, so I’ll need to practice as much as a can. I guess it’s a good thing I don’t have a job.” You say with a chuckle, but it’s a bit empty. You can crack jokes all you want but inside you just feel a huge pit in your stomach.

Were you making the right decision? You didn’t want to mess up and embarrass yourself. Again. And this time you would have to be, painfully, sober. God, this was going to really hard.

Over the 4 days, you read the script and practice the lines. Rina was right, this script did speak to you. It’s about a woman, Eunji, who was trying to get back into her career and life after years of being a wife to a husband who was negligent. While you lost your career due to your own issues with alcoholism and mental health, you can relate to the her feeling of the loss of her youth and the character’s struggles with her own mental health.

The audition scene is a pivotal part of the show where Eunji has realized her husband is having a child with her best friend. She’s extremely hurt, not just because she’s learning the two most important people in her life are betraying her, but also because she’s never been able to have children, which she has always wanted.

It’s a heart wrenching scene and you just hope that you’re able to portray the feelings you have to, you really want this role and so you start to muster up some feelings from your past. You think about the life you had imagined for yourself when you had just begun in this industry.

You were 16, your mom had gotten you into this high school drama, she had gone to school with one of the producers of the show. You were just an extra with one line in one of the episodes. But then they started calling you back to do other small roles in their other shows. By 18, you had landed your first lead. In a high school drama, you were the main character who was in love with your best friend’s brother. It was a very stereotypical romance drama. But there was a scene in it where you got to show of your dramatic work when the male lead left your character to go study in the England.

After that role you started to book more lead roles and by 22 and decided to take a role about a teacher. The show was an easy one to be on. A show about a teacher who was falling in love with a parent of one of her students. That’s where you met Tae, or I guess V now. He was silly and optimistic. He played a recurring character, he was a teacher who would sometimes be comedic relief.

At first you guys weren’t close, but you could definitely tell he was an attractive man. But you couldn’t date, you had to focus on your career. You were on a fast track to be the top actress in Korea at the time. But then one day he bumped into you, and he was so nervous and cute, which normally wouldn’t have affected you, but then you saw his smile. His adorable wide smile. It’s like all dreams for your future flew out the window and all you could think of was how to get this man to smile at you again.

You soon found yourself searching for him in every scene you did together. You even went as far as asking the writers to make his role larger, pretending that it was just because his character was so funny. He was a very good actor too so it wasn’t hard to pull the strings.

Before you knew it he asked you out, and you knew you shouldn’t but you couldn’t help but say yes to him. Especially after how brightly he smiled at you. It wasn’t much longer until you were kissing him and staying over at his apartment most nights a week. You thought you could live forever in his arms, talking about your goals and dreams.

It was peaceful for a couple months, until a paparazzi caught a photo of you guys while you were getting breakfast after a night you had spent together. Your manager at the time was freaking out and your company had decided the best way to deal with it was to have you deny any relationship with him. They said you couldn’t be seen as the type of girl who was unavailable, not at such a young age. They told you if you wanted to make it, then you had to listen to them. They convinced you that if you weren’t viewed as attractive to your fans, they wouldn’t want to watch you. Claiming that your acting was no good unless he public viewed you as fuckable. And like a stupid, naive young girl, you believed them.

You snap out of it when you hear Rina walk through the door of your home. She’s holding groceries and walks straight to your kitchen counter.

“I got some dinner, which I figure we can eat right now, but I got us some sweets for when we finish running lines. I thought it would be a nice treat –“ She stops suddenly when she looks at you for the first time. For the first time, you realize that you had been crying. Your eyes were puffy and red, cheeks stained with tears. Rina comes towards you quickly.

“Are you okay? Are you having regrets? We can pull out if we have to. You matter more to me than your comeback.” You smile at her as you shake your head.

“No no, I’m fine. I just was trying to muster up some old feelings so I can connect with the character.” You say, wiping the tears from your face. Rina steps closer and holds you in her arms.

“Ok, well if you decide it’s too much, don’t feel like you’ll disappoint me. I don’t think there is anything you could do that would ever disappoint me.” She pats your back as you feel yourself calm down and like that, you feel like yourself again.

You wipe your face and slap your hands down on your knees, making a loud slapping noise. “Ok, let’s eat and then get to work. I still have a long way to go.”

Days of working every minute on your craft, Rina had helped you film your audition and send it in. It took a couple takes, but you selected the best one. You didn’t want to look, but you forced yourself to, as Rina sent it off. You felt like a boulder had been lifted off of your chest. You felt relieved, and almost hopeful.

Some days passed and your anxiety began to grow as you waited for a response. You knew this could take some time, but you just wanted it to be done already. Did you make it to the next stage or was all of this a mistake. You had to keep reminding yourself to not get so negative, but after being out all these years, it just doesn’t feel right to be confident.

A week after you had sent in your tape you were cooking lunch for Rina and you were going to bring it to her office. Both of you were single so you did couple things together, like going to paint classes, picking up groceries together, and sometimes you made her lunch. She was an awful cook, so you offered to cook for her most of the time. You guys don’t live that far apart so its easy to pop into each other’s homes. You have keys for her apartment, as does she for your home.

You enter the building through the back entrance they give to celebrities who don’t want to be photographed. I feel the air change as I step into the office. I see the secretary look at me and look away with a grin. Oh no… I didn’t get it and now everybody is laughing at me. My stomach drops. I was so stupid to even try for it. I should’ve known that I lost my touch. I try to avoid contact with the rest of the workers as I make my way to Rina’s office. I take a breath before I open the door, prepping myself to face disappointment.

When I open the door I’m shocked. Rina has a cake and pops the cork on the "champagne" in her hands as she sees me walk in.

“Congratulations you talented bitch! You made it to a chemistry read! You’re this much closer to getting back into the industry!!” Rina shouts while jumping up and down. You feel a smile creep onto your face as you watch the 30 year old toddler. Did you really do it? Is it really happening? What happens now? Will you be able to prove yourself again, or will you fail again in front of everybody? Your smile drops as you start to spiral. Rina immediately senses what’s going through your head and rushes over to you.

“Hey, it’ll be alright.” She pats your back “Just breath in.” You listen to her. “and breath out.” And you do. “It’ll all work out. I have a feeling that you’ll get the role. I wouldn’t have presented it to you if I didn’t think that you’d be able to do it. But ____ so much time has passed, and look how quickly you fell into it again. You’re a natural, and you’ve been doing this for years. It’s like riding a bike.” She says, comforting you.

You wipe your tears and laugh “ That’s not relatable. You know I don’t know how to ride a bike.”

She laughs at your joke. “Ok, that its as easy as breathing. Acting is like breathing for you. I know because I’ve seen it. You are talented, so talented and so strong that I know you can get this role and get back up onto your feet, and even if you don’t get this role, it doesn’t matter because there are so many other projects that you would absolutely kill it in.”

She’s right, this role is everything, but also nothing. Your life wont end if you don’t land this part, this audition is just your first step out the door, your first toe back into the pool and once you make the plunge, there’s no going back.

The next week you arrive to the studio where you’ll be doing your chemistry read. Rina asked who you would be doing the read with and they said it would be the second male lead for now. An idol who is making his acting debut names Jungkook. You’re doing one of the scenes where your character has to reject the second male lead, a man who is higher up in the company but younger than your character. Unfortunately for him, at this point in the story the character has started to fall in love with the CEO of the company, who is also her best friend’s older brother that she has known her whole life. But she has gotten very close with the second male lead, as he has helped her transition back into the work place and they have become very close friends. So the scene is very emotional because they both want to be there for each other, but know that they aren’t on the same page.

Makeup artists touch up your makeup and hair before you sit on a stool in front of a camera. Behind the camera is Rina, several producers, writers, assistants, and the director, Min Yoongi. You’ve worked with him before, but he was only an assistant director back then. You’ve remained on good terms with him, the last time you had worked with him was before you became an alcoholic, although it would be hard for anyone in the industry at that time to have not heard what you became.

“____ How have you been?” Yoongi asks while walking up to you, holding his hand out for a hand shake.

“Yoongi, I’ve been doing well.” You say with a slight smile on your face.

“Genuinely?” He says with a concerned look on his face. You know that some people would be offended by this, but you know that he’s a straight forwards guy who just wants to make sure you aren’t going to ruin his project if you land the part.

You draw a deep breath in. “Genuinely. I’ll be candid with you, I’m 6 years sober.” You say, knowing that with him, you have to be honest. It’s probably one of the only things that he truly respects about a person.

With that he offers you one of his signature closed mouth smiles where just the corners go up. “Good, that’s good.” He says giving you a pat on the shoulder. One reason why you guys always got along was that you didn’t have to talk a lot to understand each other. You both were quiet and reserved people who just focused on the work they had to do. “Alright, lets get this started. Taehyung should be here any minute now.”

And like that the breath left your chest. You hear Rina pounce as you feel unable to move.

“I thought she would be doing a read with Jungkook today? That’s what she’s rehearsed for. Why weren’t we notifies of this change?” she says, you see Yoongi withdraw back into himself, clearly intimidated by your best friends protective mama bear side. One of the producers speaks up instead. A younger woman in a classy dress with a neat bob with blunt bangs.

“Jungkook had some idol promotion work that came up and we are running a tight schedule, V was available. Does she want this or not? If she’s truly a good actress like everybody had said she was, then she should be able to read the lines with him.” You can’t help but notice a slight smirk on her face. You can’t help having noticed her ‘was’ when talking about your acting skills. She was challenging you. And you knew you couldn’t disappoint everybody again, you had to prove to everybody that you still have what it takes to be a top star.

Rina starts to respond but you stop her. “You’re absolutely right, Miss…?” you ask.

“LaLisa Manobal, but most people know me as Lisa” she says with an eyebrow raised to you.

“Ah yes, I’ve hear of your work Miss Manobal.” You had heard of her years before. She was an idol from a young age who went solo and had wanted to getting into some of behind the scenes work of making drama. It seems that she’s succeeded now. “Well, I can assure you that I am still perfectly capable of a simple chemistry read.” You say with fake arrogance. The truth is this wasn’t simple. It was the furthest thing from it. Soon you were going to have to see the only man you have ever loved for the first time since you broke his heart six years ago. ‘

“V’s car just pulled up, they’re bringing him up now.” One of the PAs says to Yoongi. You feel your heart stop, you start to breath faster as you feel your heart beating so loud that you’re scared they can all hear it.

You breathe in. You breathe out. You’ve got this. You practiced this. You worked so hard for this. Breath in. Breathe out.

“You okay?” Rina mouths from behind the camera. You nod. You are okay. Not good, not bad, just okay.

That’s when you hear the door click open, some body guard and managers walk through first and that’s when you see him.

Kim Taehyung. Your Tae. The only man you’ve ever loved.

(next chapter)

#kim taehyung #taehyung #v bts #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts x you #bts angst #taehyung x reader #v x reader #taehyung angst #kim taehyung x reader #kim taehyung angst #kim taehyung fanfic

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danketsuround · 1 year ago

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sunday six :]

LONG TIME NO SEE i didn't write at all during my long vacation. but i have something for you this time. it's early in most of ur timezones but i'll tag you anyways @four-white-trees @passthroughtime @c-cw-f-saeko @futilecombat @fire-tempers-steel @overdevelopedglasses (i might have forgotten some people it's been too long TT)

here is a one shot that is an extension of my recent fic (thought you don't need to read that for context lol) in which kuwana shares an awkward beer with mitsuru's father. it's a bit longer than what i usually post so if you want a link i also posted it on my privatter (https://privatter.net/p/10683758) but if you don't mind reading it on tumblr you can check it out under the cut. bye!

His father, a high-bred accountant, a former bank teller, was not as reserved as he had been described. He must have sweated his hairline back three centimeters, and worked as hard as any man at a desk could. He clacked on the ordering screen like a keyboard, pressing hard and fast like there were motors in his fingers.

Kuwana was amazed at his speed, his slick-backed greying hair and the shilling way he spoke about normal things. From there he concluded that Mitsuru was born from a growth on Reiko's side--not an ounce of his father was within him.

"Cheers," the father named Jiro said, raising his mug high. "To better health."

Kuwana was late to clink, and bashfully congratulated the air instead.

"Cheers."

"It's nice being back in Yokohama." He lived in central Tokyo now, alone, in an apartment that probably had windows for walls. "I heard they've got nice Chinese food here."

"That's right."

"Mm," he gulped. "Bet you'll miss it."

"I'm sure they have good Chinese food in Ehime."

"Maybe orange chicken!" Jiro's laughter was pointed by a snap and another gulp. He rattled the too-small table with his cross-legged knee. It wasn't that funny, but Kuwana offered him a polite smile.

Between his laughter and the dead silence of the settling table, he seemed to stop and think.

"Reiko is really going to jail, huh."

There was probably a softer image of her still buried somewhere in his mind; one that was pregnant-bellied with swollen feet and that weird post-vomit glow new mothers get. Kuwana only encountered remnants of her motherhood in the rare moments she smudged food off his face or pointed out his shoes were untied--when she said things like "My baby" in a voice that was much smaller than her own.

It was natural that their divorce ended in some anger. Kuwana remembered her twisting her ring around her finger anxiously like it was hot, talking about how they decided to separate the night he couldn't make it to their son's first graduation; how those bimonthly dad weekends were a blessing he often rejected; how she was jealous of how quickly he fell out of love with her and how he could sleep around without worrying about cooking dinner for a picky child. Surely those things rang true and terribly in her mind, like how her distant gaze and sharp tongue rang in his. But it was across the table, there, that Mr. Kusumoto crumpled his pale drunken face like paper and really thought about what kind of woman she truly was, like it had suddenly occurred to him that he was on-paper divorced for a spit over a decade. Then, perhaps he was trying to imagine his ex-wife with a knife in her hand, and he was failing.

"I can't wrap my head around it," Jiro spoke again when Kuwana didn't answer. "Why would she do something so terrible?"

"She's not a monster," he defended her quietly.

"Tell that to the human popsicle they buried last month!" He laughed again. He punched back his beer and the remaining foam bubbled over his shaven face. His hand predictably hit the table again. "For the record, that kid could rot in hell for all I care, for what he did to my son!" Then the bottom of his mug nearly cracks, and his voice gets low and somber and suddenly thoughtful again. "Why her? Out of all people, her?"

Suddenly Kuwana felt on trial. He realized there was nothing he could say to make Jiro understand, so he shrugged and answered, "Revenge?"

"Some revenge!" He ordered two beers on the keypad without looking. "A high school drop out working in the red light district--he would've been dealt with in an alley without her, had she given it some time, some thought!"

Kuwana pedantically thought of revenge as being more hands-on. Their beers arrived, but he was still finishing his first.

"Selfish woman," he spat, and motioned a short defeated cheers with his drink out of habit. "Stupid, selfish woman. Had she really given up on our poor son so quickly, that revenge was the only answer?"

Kuwana's eyes hit the ceiling. He thanked it that Reiko wasn't there to watch him absorb and swallow the insults hurled towards her.

"You look troubled," Jiro observed.

"I guess."

"Did I upset you, new friend?"

He winced. "No."

Jiro's mouth hit his hands. He said something that sounded like, "Dybulycareouter?"

Kuwana lifted his head. "What?"

"Do you really care about her?"

"Yes." He answered too quickly, then cleared his throat. "Yes, I do."

Jiro crossed his arms. There Mitsuru was, a little. "Are you one of those people?"

Kuwana assumed he was talking about the small cult following Reiko accumulated after her televised confession--a group of housewives and single fathers who believed she had done nothing wrong, and, paradoxically, theorized she had been forced to confess to cover up an even larger scandal within the Ministry of Health. He changed the channel any time one of them was stupidly given a podium and a camera--walked a little faster when he saw an apron-adorned woman trying to turn on a megaphone--for his own sanity.

"No," he answered. "We've just known each other for a while."

"That's right." Jiro pointed at him sharply, like he was trying to pin down their connection once more. "How long have you known her, again?"

"A while," Kuwana dodged.

"That's vague," he groaned. "After we divorced?"

"She was wearing a ring when we met."

Jiro took a hurried sip of his drink.

"I ought to reach over this table and smack you."

Kuwana slowly finished his.

"It wasn't like that."

But just then in his mind, he could see the indent of a ring on her finger--and some other residues of motherhood, like the C-section scar on her belly--from long ago. Reiko's unfaithfulness might have been the least surprising thing about it all--next to Kuwana's willingness to participate.

"At least you're honest." Jiro sighed, though his face looked like he knew he wasn't, and that he didn't care. "You and Mitsuru will be on the road soon, right?"

"Soon enough." Kuwana bowed a little. "If I'm quick, we can leave Yokohama next month. We'll practically be chasing her down."

"There's no rush," he said wisely. "She'll be there whether you leave next month or next year."

"That's true, but."

"Have you ever been married?"

Kuwana shook his head.

"I guess you've never had kids before, then."

"I can't."

"It's about as fun as it looks." His eyebrows twisted and he gave a sly wink. "In other words, not fun at all."

"So?" Kuwana couldn't tell if he was feeing impatient or jealous.

"So, so, so..." He chewed his lips in thought. "So, I guess, silver lining: you're lucky you have a choice. Though, I'm not sure why you would choose it, when you can live as a free man."

He thought about how much he hated being so free. It felt like his existence was bragging. He'd be better off confessing in the aquarium window of a koban than across the table from the ex-husband of a woman that should have avoided him.

"Because I've never done it before?" he answered instead.

Kuwana watched his expression change in real time. Jiro's face was all twisted up in annoyance before his answer. He laughed instead. In his own mind he thought it was out of pity, but it was really shock. He knew this when it was followed by a gasp.

"Cheers!" He got so loud that everything quieted around them. It was unsavory to cheers with a half-empty mug with yakitori backwash, but less unsavory when it was half-full. He lifted his mug in a way that beckoned Kuwana to lift his as well. "To new things!"

"Cheers." It connected.

#i cant believe i finally have an rgg oc and its some absent father of a character who has 3 minutes of screentime #please understand my orange chicken joke #ITSCAUSEEHIMEISFAMOUSFORORANGES #sunday six

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mirasmirages · 2 years ago

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Find Something

For the @julybreakbingo squares "Fairy Tale AU" and "Location: Flea Market"

Ao3

Spencer belongs to @starliight-whump

There weren't a lot of people at the yard sale. Just Spencer, Nova, Delia, two other people casually looking through boxes, and the people selling.

"You can pick anything you want," Delia told Nova. "But just one thing, okay?"

She would have loved to let Nova have as many things as she liked, and to get them new from a store, but that wasn't really an option for them right now. The new apartment had nearly doubled her rent, and even with Spencer's income added to hers, it was hard to make ends meet. Still, it was worth it, because the bigger apartment had been on the list of demands to make them a suitable foster home for Nova.

Nova took a bit of encouragement, but soon she was looking through the boxes of toys on the ground.

Delia turned to Spencer, who was watching Nova with a soft smile on his lips. "That goes for you, too. Find something you want."

"I don't need anything," Spencer said.

It had been nearly a year now since they first moved in together, but Delia knew he was still struggling with his freedom, with the idea of being a person with his own preferences and desires. He was happy to let Delia make decisions for him, and she often did, but she didn't think it was good for them to go on like that forever.

"You don't have to need something to want it," she said. "Come on. One thing. I believe in you."

Just like Nova, Spencer needed some help to get going, with Delia choosing the most ridiculous items she could find and suggesting them to him.

"How about this," she said, holding up a lumpy hat with crochet flowers, which she knew would be too eye-catching for Spencer's liking. "Or maybe... a coffee maker with a cracked pot? Just what we need!"

Spencer laughed in that quiet way of his, like he thought she was being ridiculous but not complaining about it, and turned to the box closest to him.

"I'll look," he said.

"Good," said Delia. "We won't leave until you find something."

With Spencer and Nova busy, Delia began to look for something for herself. She considered a pair of oversized earrings and a dress that looked like it would fit, but they didn't call out to her the way they might have in the past, so she decided against them.

She moved from the clothes to the kitchen items to the toys, and found Nova sitting by a box, digging through a plastic bag with little clacking noises.

"Did you find something nice?" Delia asked.

After a bit more digging, Nova took her hands out, holding a small, orange marble.

"Oh, that's very pretty! Do you want it so you can play with Arwa?"

Nova nodded.

One marble wasn't enough to play with marbles, but by the sound of it there were more in the bag, and they couldn't be that expensive. Besides, if this was the way to help Nova make friends, she could have all the marbles they could afford and then some.

"How much for the marbles?" Delia asked the woman holding the yard sale.

"A dollar for the bag."

"You hear that, Nova? You can have the whole bag!"

Nova leaned against her and whispered in her ear.

"I know I said just one thing," Delia said. "But the marbles together count as one. It's okay, I promise. Do you want them?"

They bought the marbles and Delia chose a board game that they could play together as her item, then they went to find Spencer. He was standing by a table holding a book.

"Find anything?" Delia asked.

"I think I had this before," Spencer said, frowning at the book. "It looks familiar."

The book was an illustrated fairy tale, with a picture of a man standing outside a castle covered in white roses and sharp thorns on the cover.

"'The Unloveable Princess'," Delia read. "That sounds sad."

"I don't remember the story."

"Do you want to buy it? We can read it together," Delia suggested.

Spencer nodded. "I would like that."

#July Break Bingo 2023 #JBBingo2023 #Fandom: Original Work #Ship: None #Mira writes #OC: Delia #OC: Girl/Nova #Guest Character: Rigel/Spencer

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djfics · 3 months ago

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Behind these Violet Eyes Arc 1 Part 8

Chapter 32: Betrayal

Summary: Aphelios and Senna are hiding in Sarah's apartment, so the police won't find them until someone very special betrays him.

WC: 1,502

New Character: Illaoi and Teemo

Character mentioned: Yasuo

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"Hello!!"

Aphelios woke up and saw everything black with green flames again. He tries to run, but he notices that he's in chains again.

"Not again!!"

He saw his friends and Sett again, but they left again. He starts crying until he hears.

*Clack*

He heard heels clicking, and he raised his head and saw the same lady from The Milkshake Bakery. She grabbed his chin, and he looked at her.

"Oh poor thing, I promise I'll raise you like every parent would do for their children"

December 11, 10:10 A.M - Sarah's Apartment

*Gasp*

"Phel!! You're awake!!" Neeko was jumping of excitement. Aphelios saw the room that is dark green with tentacle designs along with dumbells and other gym stuff.

"Where am I?"

"Your in my room, the name's Illaoi and I'm her roommate" a woman with brown hair and is tied in a ponytail and her sides are shaved, green eyes, red lipstick and wears a green tank top to reveal her biceps, black shorts, white socks and pink fuzzy slippers.

You know Illaoi since Sarah mentions her when she grabs some leftover donuts from the shop and brings it to her. "If you're looking for your friends, they're in the Living Room watching the news," Illaoi explains while he got out of her bed and went to the Living Room.

Aphelios saw Yone, K'Sante, Senna, and Neeko watching the news about his escape from the asylum. "Guys..." they turned and saw Aphelios, and Senna hugged him. "Thank goodness you're okay."

"What happened?" Aphelios asks them, and they stand up. "You fell asleep, and the boys brought you to Illaoi's room," Yone explained while K'Sante gave him a cup of honey and lemon tea.

"Here, this will help soothe your vocal cords, Phel." Aphelios drank the tea and gave the cup to K'Sante. "I need to tell you two something." Aphelios and Senna went to the dining table and sat down. Yone shows Senna and Aphelios some passports with different names.

"Jinx created some fake IDs and passports, you guys will leave Valoran City and you two will stay at Ionia City with my brother Yasuo" Aphelios remembers about Yasuo since Yone told his stories about him and his half brother.

He remembers what Yone explained about Yasuo, that he owns a bar that sells alcohol and makes the most delicious ramen, he loves reading books of all genres, and watching shows from different countries. He may be an idiot and serious, but he's kind and loves to help everyone.

"He has his own Ramen Bar and has guest room when someone is drunk, and he let them stay," Yone explained and gave Senna and Aphelios the fake passport and ID.

"The flight is on December 24 because it will be crowded for the holidays." Aphelios nodded about Yone's plan. "What about you guys?" Aphelios asks Yone, and he sighs.

"K'Sante and I will move out from our house, and find a place which it don't have Thresh's property, Lillia is going to request a company to save The Milkshake Bakery and your friends will get protection from Valoran High." Aphelios listened to Yone's plans, and he hugged Yone while tears appeared in his eyes.

"Thank...you...."

"You're welcome. You're like a son to us, Phel." Yone hugged him back until they heard a doorbell. "I'll get it." K'Sante went to the door and checked the window hole, and it is a Yordle wearing a Bandle Scout Outfit and has a mail bag, and he opens.

"Hey Teemo, what brings you here?" K'Sante asks Teemo, and he gives him a letter. "Is for The Moonlight Prince from Sett." Aphelios heard Sett's name, and he grabbed the letter and opened it.

Hey Phel

I want to meet you up in the park when we had our first date on a chilly autumn. I really want to talk about the reason I broke up with you.

Ps,

Your Knight.

Aphelios was shaking and smiling at the letter that Sett wrote. "I see you're happy." Aphelios nodded to Neeko, and he explained that Sett wrote the letter, and Senna's eyes were wide open.

"You can't go to meet him Phel, what if it is a trap?"

"Senna is right Phel, what if Thresh uses Sett as a bait," Akali appeared with her groceries and placed it to the counter. "You guys don't understand, Sett wants to explain the reason for our breakup."

"You two broke up?" K'Sante asks Aphelios, and he nods as he puts his hoodie on and sneakers and leaves. "Hey, little one, who gave you this letter? Answer me!!" Akali glares at Teemo, and he shakes in fear.

"It was Sett, and he was accompanied by a guy with purple hair and tied in a ponytail." Akali drops Teemo, and she puts on her hoodie and mask. "You guys stay here, I have to warn Aphelios!!" Akali leaves and pulls out her phone to chat with her friends.

Chat:

Akali: Guys!! Aphelios is going to meet Sett

Jinx: What? Right now!?

Ezreal: Did he forgot to take a bath?

Ekko: Is not time for jokes, Ez 😮‍💨

Xayah: Kali, tell me about Aphelios meeting with Sett

Akali: A Yordle sent a letter to Phel from Sett, and I smell is a trap by Thresh

Rakan: What!? That Son of a B-I mean Nice Lady

Jinx: I'm waiting at the gates

Akali saw Jinx's car and got on. "So...which place that Sett...." While Jinx asked Akali about the place, Ezreal saw Kayn's van and got scared.

"Guys!! Kayn's here!!"

"Oh Sh*t!!" Jinx turned on her car and drove off while Kayn saw her leaving and followed them. "How did you know Kayn is behind all this, Akali!?" Ekko asks Akali as Rakan pulls out his laptop and shows them the conversation between Thresh and Kayn.

"Is he dead?" Kayn asks Thresh while he checks Aphelios' pulse. "He's still alive," he responds to Kayn.

"Can I ask you something?"

"What is it?"

"Can you give me the Moonboy's ring to sell it?" Kayn asks Thresh as he pulls out the ring from Aphelios' ring finger and looks at it.

"Of course, after all... you did help me after all." Thresh starts laughing as Akali turns off Rakan's laptop. "That Son of a B*tch!!" Jinx punches the horn of her steering wheel as she presses the gas pedal really fast.

"Hope we arrive just in time"

December 11, 10:18 P.M. - Valoran Park

Aphelios got out of the taxi and gave his savings to the driver, and saw Sett waiting for him. He's wearing a black turtleneck shirt with a gold necklace, grey pants, and red sneakers.

He pulled down his hoodie and took off his face mask, and ran to him. "Sett!!" Aphelios yelled at him, and Sett saw him. "Mooncake!!" Sett ran and hugged Aphelios and looked at him.

"What happened?" Sett looks at Aphelios with his hair a bit longer with bandages on his head from Thresh, bandage on his cheek, a lip slit in the middle, and eye bags. Wearing dark clothes, his nails are black to cover the cracks of his nails and blood and bandages on his wrists.

"Is a long story, tell me why you invite me here?" Aphelios asks as police officers and the asylum guards appear.

"Sett...what is this?"

"I'm sorry....I have to do this, Phel," Sett leaves as Aphelios tries to chase him, but he was caught by the guards and tries to fight them. "SETT!! SETT!! WHY!! WHY DID YOU DO THIS!!" Jinx and everyone arrived, and they were shocked that the guards caught him.

"We're too late....F*CK!!" Jinx placed her forehead onto the steering wheel, and everyone was sad and mad at Sett, betraying Aphelios and his friends.

"Guys!! We have to leave before we get caught!!" Xayah said while looking at Kayn's van, and Jinx drove off and left.

"SETT!! ANSWER ME!! ANSWER ME YOU B-"

The asylum guard appeared with a syringe and injected Aphelios to calm him down and fell asleep. The guards put him in the van and leaves.

Officer Darius appears and gives him a shoulder pat on Sett and smiles at him.

"Thresh will be so proud of you, my boy." Sett looked at the guards dragging Aphelios, and his ears fell down.

"Phel...I don't have a choice..."

*Gasp*

*Crash*

"Alune, you okay?" Diana asked Alune after her cup dropped. "I sense something, Aunt Diana....like betrayal...." Alune replied as Diana was shocked.

"I'll make some m-"

"No, Alune, I'll let our maids take care of it. Why don't you take a rest, it has been stressful for you, " Diana said, and Alune obeys her and goes to her room.

Alune arrived at her room, lay down at her bed, and looked at her ring. Two gems have changed to red, and the third one has changed. She sighs and looks at Yuumi.

"Oh Yuumi... I hope my brother is okay...."

A/N: That concludes Part 8, I had to include a part with Alune and Diana for the last minute because the next part is the awakening. And you guys will love the beginning cards for Part 9.

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friendlylemonade · 6 months ago

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Damn, well, I didn’t expect this… but, I am a woman of my word, so I’ll post the first drafts for each episode when I finish them, here’s the first one

Chapter 1 Prologue

Syrian held her head high as she stood among her siblings. Of course she’d succeed but…. Still, it was a terrifying thing to think about… She knew that it’d come, she’d been preparing for this practically her entire life and bore her heart and soul into training but just the thought of fighting her own family was enough to send shivers down her spine. She didn’t hear anything yet, so she decided that it was safe to discreetly peek at her sisters and brothers from her peripheral.

On her immediate right, she saw Parrot. He was the second hatched and one of the stronger kids, he wanted this just as much as she did, trying his best to be, Well… the best. He was a tough, determined boy and she loved him dearly. Yes, his tri-coloured feathers were strange, but weren’t they all? On her immediate left, Raven stood beside her. Raven was a harsh contrast to Parrot, being the youngest of their hatching. An excitable, charming girl was what she was, and Syrian couldn’t have hoped for anything more (don’t get her wrong) it was just…. She knew that Raven wouldn’t win this, she was never the best fighter and any dragon who had met her would tell you the same. It was okay though, because though Raven knew she wasn’t good at fighting, she was okay with it, she-

The click clack of talons echoed through the cave, and Syrian subconsciously straightened her tail, her large ears twisting and turning at the sudden sound after so many minutes in silence. Soon, a grey-yellow dragon came into view, his heavily scarred body not unlike a hatchling’s first painting. Syrian resisted the urge to throw herself into the nearest hole, this was war, intimidating dragons were everywhere.

“You all know why I’ve come, you’ve known for years, but if you’ve somehow erased it from your shrunken brains, let me explain,” the dragon snarked, flaring his wings slightly as he talked, “Only one of you can fight in the war, so we need the best of you to do it, you will fight, and I will pick the best of you to come into my army. It’s usually easy to tell who’s winning, and I don’t think this time will be any different,” remarked the general, glaring pointedly at Raven’s small form as he finished. Syrian felt a small ember of anger begin to glow as she tried to keep a straight face.

“On my mark, you will start, and when one of you is chosen, you will stop at my call, understood?” Asked the yellow dragon.

“Sir, yes, sir!” The dragons chorused back, some subtly glancing at the others. The general nodded and flew to a high ledge, where Kiwi and Goose, her parents, were sitting already. Syrian looked to Goose, she had large scars covering her left leg, crawling all the way up her wing. As a fledgling, Syrian would trace the scars and wonder how Goose got them, imagining fantasies of her mother fighting off an unreasonable amount of flame dragons. Goose had long since retired from her position as a soldier due to her wounds, and even though she had been offered to have her mane cut to shoe her bravery, Goose denied, something about not wanting to have choppers in the cave when she was planning for younglings. Syrian didn’t really remember, and even now, she had her doubts about how much of that story was true. Syrian shook the thought out of her head and stood taller.

“Fight!” The general yelled suddenly, and Syrian didn’t have a chance to think before a red blur slammed into her right side. Syrian shouted in surprise as she was tackled to the ground, Parrot fanning his wings as he lifted a fluffy paw. Baring her teeth, Syrian scratched his underside, discombobulating him and giving her enough time to roll over and slam her brother into the ground, effectively pinning his limbs down with her own. Syrian craned her neck for a bite when a heavy weight settled onto her back. Kicking her back legs, whatever was on her back flew into the cave wall in front of her. Sighing, Syrian looked down, but whatever had happened worked, because Parrot was gone from underneath her. Syrian looked around wildly, trying to locate her red sibling before she saw Raven charging for her straight on. Rearing on her hind legs, Syrian caught her sister’s face with her sharp claws and scraped them along her face.

Syrian hesitated for a moment, did she really want to do this? These types of wounds would scar, and she loved her siblings, would she sacrifice that just to become a soldier and possibly die? In her moment of pause, Raven bit her paw hardly, a growl coming from her sister’s throat. Syrian hissed in pain. So much for mercy. Syrian slashed her talons along her sister's bloody face and then immediately slammed her closed paws into Raven’s elbows, making the smaller dragon fall to the stone ground. Hissing slightly, Syrian clawed at her sister’s exposed side, all the while Raven batted her wings in a feeble attempt at warding off the larger dragon.

“Stop!” The general yelled, and just a quickly, Syrian stepped back from Raven. The large yellow dragon flew down to meet the combatants just as Syrian stepped into line. The scarred dragon walked along the row of dragons and stopped as he reached Syrian.

“That one will do,” the general said, pointing to Syrian as he looked to Kiwi and Goose. Syrian’s eyes widened; she didn’t think she did that well. Goose smiled as Syrian saw some of her siblings glare in envy from the corner of her eye.

“Grab your items,” proposed the general as he nodded to the cave exit. Syrian beamed as she skipped over to her sleeping cave to grab her items. This was amazing! She’d really be a soldier! She could fight in the war! This was-

“Syrian,” Parrot croaked, and Syrian whipped her head around to see him looking at something in the corner. Following his gaze, Syrian saw….. Raven, laying on the cold cave floor, unmoving.

#writing #scripts #it’s sort of a mix between a script and a book #more so on the book side of things #investors got the first five episodes drafted #so those’ll be posted soon #ya’ll chose this #now suffer

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lunarcovehq · 1 year ago

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Rohan Persaud is a witch that currently resides in Sunny Harbor and has been a Lunar Cove resident for 7 years.

ITS THE END OF THE WORLD

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Male, He/Him

DATE OF BIRTH: March 4, 1988

OCCUPATION: Playwright & Artistic Director at Pendulum Playhouse

FACECLAIM: Raymond Ablack

AS WE KNOW IT, AND I FEEL FINE

SPECIES: Witch

INHERENT ABILITIES: Air Manipulation & Familiar Manifestation

COVEN POSITION: Non-Member

WELCOME TO LUNAR COVE, ROHAN PERSAUD

Trigger Warnings: Death, Murder

There came nights when the wind—sharp with the scent of salt and seawater—filled the hollow corners of the rambling home, twisting its way like a maelstrom down creaking corridors and through heavy wooden rooms, where drapes sat properly shut. On those nights, in a house filled not with air, not with breath, but with wind, the ticking of the foyer clock could sound like feet, clacking along tiled floors and up stairwells. And as a wide-eyed child, curled beneath a scratchy patterned quilt, Rohan Persaud counted each second, one by one, imagining the high-heeled phantom who might be mounting the steps to his room. The room itself sat at the end of a dark hallway, and it was one of seven, five of which his parents rented to tourists during the summers and over the winter holidays. And the seaside town in which they lived, once called “quaint and historic” by some national magazine, certainly did attract visitors.

But it did not attract children. The guests were older, couples or solitary sightseers, and Rohan spent most of his days alone then, watching them come and go from the upstairs banister, where he could eavesdrop on their conversations about the soap shop down the road or the antique cabinet his mother had chosen for the dining room. She had a knack for choosing things, Rohan knew, and at some point, someone (who was being deliberately mean) had said she had chosen him. And maybe that was true, and maybe it was not. But Rohan had known from a very young age that he was adopted, his parents already well into their sixties by the time of his arrival. They were professional people, an architect and an accountant, and Rohan supposed that those successes were all well and good. Those successes, after all, were what allowed them to choose, to choose little seaside towns, to choose gargantuan houses in need of proper restoration, and to choose little boys and antique cupboards with which to fill those houses.

Stately Victorian homes, though, were also filled with things more dire, ghosts and shadows and memories that would not fade. Rohan himself did not remember meeting Siobhan, nor did he remember creating her—if she really were a figment of his mind, conjured up by a child in need of a friend. But he did remember telling his mother about her for the first time, perched on a stool in the kitchen so that his feet could dangle over the floor. “Shove-on. Her name is Shove-on. And I am Roh-on.” As he said this, he mimed a shoving motion with his hands, pushing aside the wind on one of those grim nights that it filled the house. His mother, then, would turn to furrow up her brow, the slightest flicker of something dire trickling over her features. She had, after all, tried, in vain, it seemed, to keep those stories from her son, grisly campfire tales about the spectral bride that supposedly wandered their home, weeping for her own murder. Still, every year, there came guests in search of her spirit, having read the whole terrible story in some anthology book or on the internet. And, in reality, it was from two such guests that the eavesdropping Rohan had learned about the woman’s existence and created a phantom to fill the spaces in his head. His true encounters with the supernatural, with the dead, would not come for many years still.

“We have to put your imagination to use somewhere.” His mother had said this one November morning as Rohan spun yet another tale about the lady in white, playing his fingers along the curve of a mahogany desk in the sitting room. The seaside town had exactly one attraction beyond the beach and the shops—a fading playhouse that could still pull in the tourists with summer productions of overdone musicals and badly done winter renditions of the classics. Rohan, at the age of six or seven, would thus kick off a several year stint in "A Christmas Carol," getting to muster every ounce of precociousness to feign excitement about a paper mâché turkey feast. Still, the experience, as bad as his cockney accent was, instilled within him his first great love for drama.

This love would guide him through adolescence—as "Oliver!"(with an exclamation point), as a background townsperson in "Oklahoma!" (also with an exclamation point), and as the temperamental charge of a haunted governess in a big, rambling house, a role whose humor did not escape Rohan even at his young age. And by all accounts, this childhood was one he would continue to remember fondly.

Middle school eventually came and brought with it a growth spurt and new friends. Rohan got to be Romeo in a not very good youth drama club production of Shakespeare, during which the front of Juliet’s plywood balcony nearly crumbled down and crushed him. He would tell everyone how well had improvised the following dialogue, although he had not. Either way, Rohan was still wearing his tights from that performance when the cat first appeared. The pleasantly plump animal, eyes flashing, had emerged as if from thin air as he ran to his parents’ car that night, his sneakers thudding along the back parking lot as the auditorium door slammed shut behind him.

He looked at it. It looked at him. And then, it vanished somewhere again. However, for the next few weeks, the black and white feline, eventually dubbed Bustopher, would continue to reappear, emerging from hiding spots if only to purposefully cross Rohan’s path as he entered and exited the school. And ultimately, the single, electrifying instant of mutual recognition, some strange, preternatural understanding, like whispers in the darkened corners of the boy’s mind, would arrive the gloomy afternoon before the start of winter break. "Do you know what you are? You must know what you are. I am only because you are."

Rohan had, that day, scooped the animal into his arms and allowed it to live in his room when the cat felt like being physical (or Rohan felt like making it physical, as it were). And by night, when the wind filled the house, the boy found himself listening not to the ticking of the clock, but to the strange new voice that had suddenly taken up residence in his mind’s eye. "The wind that fills this place comes to you like I do, witch."

High school eventually arrived. And by then, Rohan found himself emerging from the cocoon, growing into something he thought he perhaps always was meant to be. His apparent familiar’s prodding guided him in proper research, into strange old library books and hidden internet articles about covens and witches and magic. But unpracticed and cut off from his birthright, Rohan nevertheless found himself largely powerless, a novice with no real grounding beyond a pulsing, nagging need for some intangible something.

A change came, though, with university. Rohan, now a young man, arrived in New York City upon earning entry to a rather well-regarded dramatics program (at which his father, the accountant, clicked his tongue). His proficiency for spirit raising revealed itself then, perhaps more quickly than he could temper it.

During the day, there was still school, of course, even as his specialization shifted from performing to writing—now that he was competing poorly with actors and singers and dancers beyond his hometown’s slim assemblage. But by night, Rohan spoke, spoke to them, conjured phantoms up so long as they were willing to be conjured. And a story dictated to him by a murdered man would ultimately provide the willing inspirational basis for a two-act drama called "Indignant Desert Birds"

This play, a grim thing about families and inheritances, would win a prestigious grant award that entitled the playwright to a professional production in the city. And the performance’s critical success would ultimately place Rohan’s name among those new fresh-faced elite emerging in the American theatre.

He won several accolades, and with this success, came his second play and then a third, this time on Broadway. That one earned a handful of Tony Award nominations, with one win for an actor in a supporting role, and Rohan himself has since become something of a darling of the regional theatre circuit, produced from coast to coast.

A matter of chance, however, brought him into contact with a particular banshee as he was working on a new piece dedicated to a spirit whose death she had foretold. Through her, then, Rohan found his way to Lunar Cove, and there, in this place that reminded him in so many ways of the town in which he had grown up, he seemed to discover a sense of genuine belonging.

A temporary visit, one meant to be a sort of research trip, became more and more permanent, and after a few weeks, Rohan properly settled down and joined the coven. His powers grew, new abilities revealing themselves and old ones becoming more dependable and less erratic.

Redirecting his career and deliberately stepping away from the allure of the big city at that time, Rohan moved into the role of Artistic Director for Lunar Cove’s own local theater. He now produces a full season of shows each year, and he’s rather proud both to give opportunities to rising artists and to run a successful theater camp that paves the way for the next generation.

Bustopher is popular with the kids but hates it.

But Rohan continues to write.

As always, the forwards of Rohan’s own plays, still produced regionally throughout the country and sometimes on his own stage, say: “As dictated to me by the protagonist,” something that has become a cheeky calling card. He splits his personal profits and provides anonymous monetary payouts to families or charities as bid, never forgetting that he’s just a servant to those ghosts who guide his hand.

But overall, Rohan affirms that the dramatic process can prove therapeutic to wandering souls, living and dead. On one hand, there is the narrative structure: a beginning, a middle, and an end, devices that help provide clarity to those untethered minds who cannot remember the moments leading up to their ow ends.

For others, he has said, it is wish fulfillment, the play a representation of everything that might have been. And for others still, the drama is immortality, a physical monument to a life, now able to be lived again and again forever.

#raymond ablack #rohan persaud #taken witch #sunny harbor #coven member #all #pendulum playhouse #pendulum playhouse owner

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the-normandy-and-beyond · 1 year ago

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Though a little wary of the human thanks to the recent altercation with the last -- his mind loudly reminding him that humans stuck together, that he needed to watch his back unless he wanted to a bullet in that as well. That old survival instinct that everyone had an agenda from growing up a target on Omega never really leaving him, even in the relative peace of the Citadel-- Sidonis' high guard shifted into something more confused as he watched the woman's hand fall from her pistol and lift into the air. Humans were always so funny with all their little gestures, the "quotation marks" being one of the Turian race's favorites to have picked up, along with a passive aggressive tone when writing or speaking, that one being especially popular among the rigid higher class when sending important business emails. This gesture was rather universal, however, though the humans used it far more than any other race, or so he had noticed.

Despite being confused for a moment as to why the human was surrendering to him when Sidonis had hardly raised a talon, he remembered after a moment that it could also mean that she meant him no harm. While that had yet to be seen, the watch for danger ever present in the turian's mind (there being no way of knowing if the Talons would seek out to punish his and his mother's desertion) she had let go of her weapon and offered to help, so it might do him good to try and extend a little trust in return if he wanted to assimilate into the normal, if mundane life the Citadel provided.

Huffing out a laugh with a clack of his mandibles, Sidonis gave a slight shake of his head as he slowly lifted himself from the floor. "Didn't plan on it, my bullets are being saved for the guy who jumped me." Even with his mother's rather cushy new job, there was no way of knowing if they would ever need to run again should their past affiliations be discovered by the wrong person. Every credit could mean the difference between life and death, and Sidonis would be damned if he died in a place as squeaky and soft as the Citadel.

"Turians aren't like humans, we have a bit of hard plating here, so the bullet didn't go too deep." Giving his middle a gentle tap to prove the lack of give in the skin, Sidonis took a moment to asses the wound with a prodding of his talons before wincing in pain. "Fingers are a little sharp with the claws, though. Not good for that gentle bedside manner you other races can offer." Said with a chuckle as a hand pressed back against the wound. "Wouldn't say no to a bandage, or maybe some medigel if you got some? Just something to stop the bleeding for a bit while I track that mugger down." A pause, grey eyes flicking to the pistol at the woman's waist for a moment before meeting her own once more. "Don't suppose you'd want to help out with that too? Be some credits in it for you, along with a few as a thanks for the patch job." Nothing was free in life, after all.

"The name's Sidonis, by the way. Lantar Sidonis. Maybe you've seen me tending the bar at Chora's Den?"

@the-normandy-and-beyond (continued from x.)

Kind of incredible that the focal point of Citadel space could still play host to such dissolution.

Gunshots were a regularly occurring facet of Lizzie's life. She'd made peace with that long ago. Everyone's got a bullet for someone, these days, her drill sergeant used to say, it’s just a matter of being brave enough to fire it. The only reason she blinked at this one was because of how close it was. She was of the unfortunate opinion that if something happened near enough to her, it became her business.

Lizzie traced the periodic splashes of blue blood on the street to an alleyway, her hand resting on her own pistol, and rounded the corner to find a turian leaning back against the wall. Her hand fell away from her pistol, and she approached slowly, palms out in the universal I won't hurt you gesture.

"Hey there," she said. "Don't shoot--I'm here to help you with that fancy new breathing hole."

#works for me uwu #muse: lantar sidonis #tugsheartstrings

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munchi-afterhours · 3 years ago

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quickie ; kai x reader

pairing ☕️ : exo's kai + older, black female reader

genre ☕️ : [18+] friends|coworkers with benefits + no angst + smut

words ☕️ : 726 [this is just a little test run, go easy on me]

summary ☕️ : kai is a star, who falls in lust at first sight with a foreign stylist. they become close, very close.

warnings ☕️ : not much plot, besides kai f*ckin.

no mentions of anyone else significant, no alcohol consumption, angst, etc.

— small age gap with an older woman, ages not specified exactly + rough-ish [barely] & unprotected mirror sex + sex in a public place + STRONG pullout game + they almost [??] get caught + playful teasing + slight stimulation + mentions of crying [from pleasure].

🍪

kai still remembers the first time he saw his noona.

at first glance, before he even went on stage, he thought she was one of his regular stylist. but at second glance, which just so happened to be when kai was fresh off stage and… frustrated in more ways than one; he noticed she was a pretty foreign woman he’d never seen before. compared to the other women she stood out like a sore thumb— in a good way. the first thing he noticed, given the woman had her back turned was how curvy she was.

so curvy the entire 5 minutes he was supposed to be getting undressed and wiping his messy makeup off, he was staring at her.

“jongin? are you okay? can you hear me?”

kai snapped out of his trance almost immediately, finding it hard to look away as he nodded and started rushing to get himself together.

“you’re a mess! Y/N, his slacks ripped, can you fix them in time?”

“i got it!”

‘Y/N..’

the man was even more starstruck when she spun around; the woman tied her hair like she was purposely flaunting her figure. she was short, compared to his 6ft frame; her skin was a soft amber tone, her eyes were dark, and shining under all the lights in the room just like her plump glossed lips. even though her hair was now in a ponytail it brushed her back.

he wanted to pull it.

‘oh wow..’

“are you okay? don’t move too much, I don’t want to prick you.”

kai nodded and allowed her to help, not moving his leg so she could see the large rip that went from his inner thigh.

‘oh god.’

she crouched beside his legs and began quickly sewing it up.. to his luck, not noticing the problem in his pants that she only made worse looking up at him, and smiling.

“you did really good out there, keep going!”

it’s not like he wasn’t used to hearing it; but hearing it from her made his heart and stomach flutter.

☕️

that was the first time, and of course not the last. he spent a whole summer with the older woman. from award shows, to fan-meets to mini group vacations, they spent probably the most time together since kai wanted to ‘get to know her.’

“noona~”

now, they knew each other a little too well; too well to be just ‘coworkers.’

“look at me,” the man cooed in her ear, looking at her through the vanity mirror in the overly extravagant back room of an award show.

he had her bent over the vanity itself with a tight grip on her hips, the makeup clacking and jumping on the surface with each thrust, some even falling off when he started to go a little too hard and slam the back of the mirror against the wall.

Y/N tried her best to save the makeup as she huffed out into her arm, trying not to make a sound and staring at him through the mirror. desperately gripping at the side of the shaking vanity with her free hand, she let out a loud cry when he pulled her hand away from her mouth and moved it down with his own to rub at her sensitive bud, matching the same pace as his harsh thrusts.

“kai-!” her entire body began trembling as he smacked right against her sweet spot, never letting up, purposely angling and rolling his hips to hit it again and again as she continued failing to suppress all the moans and cries he ripped out of her.

“shh.” he let go of her hip and covered her mouth instead, not wanting them to get caught as he heard footsteps in the hallway. still rubbing at her bud as they both grew closer to their climax, his hips began to falter the slightest bit, both of them going weak in the knees.

“kai.. k—“ the woman’s muffled warning did nothing, her knees buckling as she came around him and he moved quickly to hold her up, enjoying the weak cries of pleasure as her body trembled worse than before, feeling like she was on cloud 9.

“shit,” he hissed, pulling out quickly and making a mess on his own pants as somebody knocked.

“5 more minutes, i’m doing his makeup!”

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girlwiththenegantattoo · 2 years ago

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Hoover, Nobody Does It Like You

This idea was planted in my head awhile back after a conversation where we were throwing around hilarious ideas in regards to Jeb being a vacuum salesman. The seed began to sprout after a conversation of Hamish's new look (what I said looked like a 70s porn star.)

Thank you to @agirlinherhead for brainstorming with me and @aherdofbees for this absolutely AMAZING collaboration piece and throwing ideas around with me as well.

This is a 2 parter and the second part has more character/ story details with plenty of smut and fluff

One more side note: in the 70s apparently they had porn post card/playing cards so that's what this is loosely based off of

"I wouldn't say he's horrible to work with, but I wouldn't put him in the top ten either. Maybe it's good that he's a no show."

Mila rolled her eyes at, yet another statement only spoken to flaunt Gina's ever-expanding ego. An ego of which stemmed from the belief of being in such high demand.

Working in the erotic photography industry meant that you could do everything that’s done in a porn video, but there wasn’t a need for acting or reason for dialogues. Though pornos could be cheesy, Mila was sure there was a line production companies drew when it came to acting and she was also convinced that Gina's would greatly cross that it. After all, it has to be difficult for men to stay hard when their partner is flailing around and letting out the most unbelievable and unattractive moans.

With Tommy calling out (the man picked to join the two of them) it left Mila, Gina, and Howard. Originally, Howard planned for two men, one to accompany each woman and have the whole photoshoot wrapped up in under three hours. Mila couldn’t remember the first man’s name but had been confused as to why he didn’t show up. Tommy’s callout, on the other hand, came as no surprise. He was having a rough go with some ED issues. Or so Mila was told.

“Well honestly, I wasn’t much in the mood for a shoot as it was. Ill just make up the money on a different day”

Gina stood from her spot on the couch and began straightening her red silk robe. A robe she kept tied just above her navel and the front opened in the shape of a V, covering most of her breasts while still allowing some inner cleavage to be seen.

“Yeah, I guess I’ll do the same,” Mila replied as she followed suit and made her way towards her bedroom.

—--

The sound of a generic doorbell echoed from behind the solid wooden door. It was the same sound as every doorbell Jeb rang. Removing his finger he reminded himself that today is a brand new day. A day where the sun was shining and he got to wake up in his own bed. Another day that started with an early wake up to shave and shower, a day built by routine. Despite the positive outlook, it was also just another day spent staring in the mirror while trying to neatly part his wavy brown hair and fighting back tears as he brushed his teeth. There had been nothing glorious about choosing to become a vacuum salesman after Jeb got out of federal prison but the job somehow managed to pay the bills.

The distance sound of high heels clacking grew louder as they made their way to the door. When it slowly opened, any well practiced sales pitch Jeb prided himself in knowing, suddenly died in the back of his throat.

“Can I help you?”

“Hell...uh...hello. Would you be interested in a vacuum...I mean a demonstration of this vacuum.” That wasn’t at all how it was supposed to start. He forced a single laugh before continuing his butchered spiel. "It has so many great features and it works really well." Jeb hoped she hadn't caught the wince he made; however, she did. She also caught the moment his cheeks changed from their olive tone to a red blush that stretched across his face. Even the way his blue eyes darted everywhere in an attempt to keep them from landing on the exposed skin of her chest. Had Gina been standing a foot closer, the ridiculously under dressed woman would have even seen the sweat droplets forming at the top of Jeb’s hairline.

The silence between them was brief but the way Gina’s brown eyes slowly studied every inch of Jeb’s features had made time stand still. Never sparing a glance at the bulky bodied display Hoover; that of which looked like a child's toy next to Jeb’s 6 '4 frame, she finally spoke.

"Would you be willing to demonstrate while having your picture taken?” Jeb’s eyes flew to hers in a startled reaction.

"Pictures of me...vacuuming?"

A quick nod and an expectant look were all Gina offered for an answer, before speaking again. "If you're worried about your appearance you have absolutely nothing to worry about. It's just a little photo shoot. Plus, there’s money involved.”

Jeb stood there silently, running through made up scenarios and weighing his options. It couldn't be too bad, could it? If he don’t sell the vacuum, he’ll still make some money.

“O...uh okay."

Gina took a step to the side, allowing the door to open all the way. “Well come on in then,” she said gesturing behind her with a tilt of her head.

The vacuum clunked and clanked as Jeb fought with one hand to turn it around by its handle. His intention was to wheel it in. Why he hadn't just used two hands to lift and turn the vacuum was beyond her but as he finally stood up straight with a tight grip at the base of its handle assembly, Gina thought his act of trying to play it cool was more entertaining to watch.

—-

Jeb followed Gina past the small entryway to a large, open room sat tucked away near the back of the house. Its décor consisted of burnt orange walls with carpet to match and a huge sofa bed. "Just hangout here. They'll be right out." They? She turned to leave without further instructions and just like that, Jeb was left alone in a stranger’s room, wondering what the hell he was doing.

Feeling utterly out of place he began to look for a power outlet. There were only two that he spotted, one being quite literally across the room from the other. The distance from one outlet to the door was fairly long however, luckily for him and anyone that owned a Hoover, the vacuums come complete with extra long cords. A fact Jeb normally made sure to always touch on when doing his well rehearsed sales pitch. Normally as in when he's not having to speak to a woman with very little on.

"So, you're my new costar?" A woman asked from behind Jeb and just inside the doorway. This woman's voice was different from the one he heard earlier. It was softer, more welcoming. After plugging in the cord Jeb straightened up and went to turn around. "Costa-”

The sound of Jeb’s heels catching on the gray cord was muted but Mila was certain the thump of his ass harshly meeting the ground could be heard in the next room.

"Oh my god! Are you ok?!"

This all must be a dream. First the scantily robed woman at the door, hair as if she just left the beauty salon and now this woman. She stood mere feet away now, concern written all over her angelic face and a glint of something Jeb hadn't seen in quite some time, inside big green eyes. Her features aside, it was the fact that all she wore was a men's collared, long sleeved button up shirt with frilly white underwear that peeked out just below the hem, that caused Jeb’s jaw to drop. A noise akin to a click came from just over Mila’s shoulder. Another one quickly followed; this time it was accompanied by a flash.

"That's great! That's good, now let’s do it with a look of shit, she's gorgeous and coming towards me rather than I just saw a ghost hmm."

Jeb was now able to piece together the fact that there were three people in that room and yet he was still completely confused as to what that man was asking of him.

"Mila, I want you to go over and unbutton all but the top one, open his shirt a bit and stand back in front of him. After, we'll get a series with you straddling his hips."

If Jeb's brain worked properly, it would have sent a signal to all his limbs, telling his knees to bend and arms to push so he could stand upright. But, perhaps if it had told him to make the short trip to the door, his feet would have become a tangled mess, causing more embarrassment for him. Instead, Jeb's brain chose to play the lovely tone of white noise and give him the complete inability to think.

While his brain was still trying to catch up, delicate fingers worked the small black button with ease while Jeb suddenly got lost in green irises. He’d been so caught up in her eyes that he hadn’t registered the rise of Mila’s brows or the soft lift of the corner of her lips. An attempt at a mischievous look. A disappointed whimper threatened to leave Jeb at the loss of closeness when Mila stepped back but quickly disappeared along with the air in his lungs the second she removed her shirt. Her shapely breast, void of any type of material, sent Jeb into another mesmerizing trance.

“Yes, just like that. Put your hand on your hip Mila. Good. good, now flash him a shy smile. Better yet bite your lip.”

Sounds of clicks and flashes rang out like rapid fire as Jeb began to desperately search for a way to hide his erection.

“Look at this guy, he's a natural. Now that you got him excited, give me a surprised look that turns seductive. Yes, that's it! You see what he's working with and now you're so turned on.”

Mila was fairly impressed with Jeb’s prompt excitement. Usually, most would require several minutes before to stare at images or one of the model's naked forms while stroking themself earnestly to get hard. The part that irritated her the most was when they chose her to do so. Taking pictures while in the nude WITH someone was vastly different than just standing there while they stared and tried to get it up.

“Yes! That's perfect. Now. I want to get a few with you crawling towards him. After you settle in his lap, I want you to kiss him starting at his neck”

Instead of white noise, Jeb now heard the prominent beating of his heart in his ears. All he could do was watch her, transfixed to the spot in which he sat. Mila’s movements were made with fluent grace as a click followed each advancement she made. Reaching the middle of Jeb’s long, spread legs, Mila placed a knee on either side of his hips and straddled him.

"Are you ready?" She whispered seductively.

Mila spread her knees a little further allowing her to sit flush against his erection. Before her lips could touch the soft skin behind his ear the sounds of Jeb’s panicked moans abruptly halted all her movements.

"Oh god, oh god...I…shit." Jeb’s body suddenly curled inward. With his face turned away he tried to quell the pounding of his heart. He couldn't bring himself to look at Mila. Not now. Not after the single touch of her clothed core caused him to ruin his pants.

"Did he just-"

"Howard." Mila quickly interrupted as she gently placed her hand on Jeb's shoulder. "I'd like to take a break now." The photographer let out a huff before begrudgingly walking off, waiting until he was halfway across the hall to yell that she could take 30.

"Hey?" Though her voice was quiet, Jeb expected to find a look of disgust or even exasperation, but as his eyes met hers, he found neither. "You haven't done this before have you?" Mila's question was spoken kindly, her tone that of something asked with genuine curiosity. Jeb's answer was instantaneous and short, the pitch in how it was said causing Mila to hide the endearing smile that threatened to cover her lips.

"GOODNESS no!"

#hamish linklater #oh jeb #jeb magruder #haimgruder #jeb honey #hot jeb summer #turned cold jeb winter

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jokenotfunny · 2 years ago

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fighting words pt. 1

eddie x platonic! experiment! reader + steve x platonic!experiment! reader

instead of sev using her powers on the people that wrong her, she just starts beating their asses. sometimes

the in-betweens series :

takes place between seasons 2 and 3 before season 3

age 14 ; december 19, 1984 (so steve is still a senior and sev is still in middle school)

a/n : also no eddie in this chapter but he will be in the next one !

- steve's life was going great.

- well everyone's life was going great, it was christmas break after all.

- but steve's life specifically was going really great!

- he didn't have to be in school for two weeks, mr. harrington was stuck three states over due to severe weather conditions and would likely not be home until christmas eve, and he didn't have to see nancy and jonathan all cozied up at school if he was in the comfort of his own house!

- and! his mom was home! downstairs making his favorite seasonal lunch while his grandparents (visiting for the holidays) were in the living room watching outdated christmas movies.

- so yeah. steve was having a pretty damn good christmas break so far.

- but wait- "where's sev?" he sat up abruptly in his bed remembering that you were no longer also watching out dated christmas movies with your grandparents

- he quickly relaxed when he remembered how a few hours ago you ran into his room adorned in your favorite winter coat, a hat and matching gloves, and some fancy boots mrs. harrington had bought you to match her own, with lucas and max in tow (when did they get there?) telling him you'd see him later.

- claiming that you guys were going into town with the others because mike and will found a, quote dustin, "big ass hill for sledding"

- so after a scolding from dustin over your walkie to hurry your asses, because apparently he along with mike and will were outside waiting for you, you all left.

- leaving steve to himself in the comfort of his bed, on this wonderful snowy afternoon.

- he was in such a good mood actually, that he even promised to take you all to the drive-in for some new christmas movie coming out.

- he'd probably come to regret it later when he realized how much money he'd have to spend on all of you but for now in his relaxed, blissful state, he couldn't come to care.

- his large bubble of peace being popped however, when he heard his grandmother hollering for him to come downstairs.

"what's wrong gram?" he asked confusedly, when he was met with her standing at the bottom of the stairs, phone in hand with her arms crossed.

"the chief of police is asking to speak with you, are you involved with gang violence?" she asked in a concerned yet stern tone.

- steve had to restrain himself from laughing at his grandmother's constant concern of gang violence

"no grandma, hopper usually calls to check in about y/n," he calmed her as he took the phone from her and gently nudged her back towards the dining room where his mother was waiting to continue their chess game. "and hawkins isn't like chicago mom, there are no gangs." he heard his mom joke to her, before turning his attention to the phone.

"hey, hop what's up?" he chirped leaning against the wall.

"yeah, no time for casualties harrington, i need you and your parents up here." hopper grumbled in that way, that you know he's pinching his nose in frustration.

" it's just my mom and grandparents, but why?"

"because your sister beat the dog-shit out of this boy and his mother's threatening to sue." he seethed on the other end of the phone.

and that's how steve found himself quickly parking his car behind his mother's and walking through the doors of the police station confusedly trailing behind her seething self , the clacking of her heels echoing through the building..

- they both walked into to see you being verbally torn apart by some woman standing over you, who steve deducted to be the boy in question's mother, while hopper was too busy going back and forth with the boy's father to stop her.

- you didn't seem to phased by the woman's screaming or her proximity however, as you just blankly stared at the woman.

"hey! what the hell do you think you're doing screaming in my daughter's face like that!" screamed mrs. harrington, who marched between you and the woman,

"oh i should've known this she-devil was your child." the woman seethed.

- steve, who decided to stay out of his mother's way, quickly spotted the other kids and went over to them, not missing the ice pack mike was holding to his head.

"henderson, the hell happened man?"

"oh steve, it was amazing you should've been there!"

- everyone began talking at once.

- and it was truly a mess

will was explaining what happened urgently

dustin was animatedly acting out the action of someone falling? or flying steve couldn't tell.

max and lucas were seemingly acting out the part where you were beating up the kid

and mike was angrily ranting about his head injury and gesturing towards a kid who steve hadn't noticed before now, that was sitting across from them looking- well. terrible.

- both of the kids eyes were black, his nose was huge and purple and his lips were swollen.

"okay, alright, before you all tell me- properly and one at a time,"he pointed at them sternly. " she didn't.. you know..." he looked around before wiggling his fingers in the air, looking a them knowingly.

"no and that's what made it even cooler!" dustin emphasized before telling the story.

your pov : flashback to an hour ago at the hill

- you and the others were having the time of your lives

you and mike were racing max and lucas going down the hill on your sleds while will and rob (who i still haven't properly introduced other than his crush on sev i'm sorry 😭🤫🤫!!) were throwing snowballs at you guys on your way down.

- you had noticed a few other kids showed up, but didn't pay any mind to them

- you and max were making your way back up the hill, with mike farther up the hill then you guys when it happened

- one of the new kids who showed up had stopped to talk to mike, and it would have looked like casual conversation if you didn't know mike as well as you did

- his shoulders were tense, he was stepping back from the kid so slowly that the kid didn't notice, nor did mike notice how close to the beginning of the hill he was.

- and then it happened

- the kid shoved mike so hard he tripped backwards and started rolling down the hill

- you would have laughed if he had just fell on his own, but the fact is you had seen this other boy at school before, seen him making fun of mike. you asked mike if he wanted you to deal with him, but he said, and quote, "i can fight my own battles." where you just rolled your eyes with a scoff.

- while your friends all ran up to mike to see if he was okay, you continued your trek up the hill, now with a vengeful march going to confront the kid.

- before you made it to him however you glanced back at your friends and found them huddling over him, while he held his head and blood rand down the side of it. as nice as the snow made hill look, underneath still lied the elements of nature and mike hit his head on a rock on the way down.

- and from there it was honestly a blur for you, you remembered getting to the boy and shoving him to the ground, then punching him in the nose, then next thing you know you were being driven to the sheriff's department, and some woman came in and started yelling at you.

and now back to the present with your mother arguing with the woman

"we have christmas pictures tomorrow, how the hell am i supposed to let him take them like that?!" the boy's mother screeched.

"oh fuck your christmas pictures! your son assaulted a boy and could have killed him and that's what you care about?!" your mother exclaimed. " you should be happy mrs. wheeler isn't pressing charges!" she gestured to mrs. wheeler who came out of the office to fuss over mike's head once again.

"we aren't pressing charges.." the boy's father interjected sternly

"what?! this girl, mangled our son's face, and you don't want to press charges?"

"sue, he's gotten to big for his britches and needed a life lesson. he gets away with so much shit and no consequences because of you, and he needed a reality check." he exclaimed glaring at his son and wife before turning to mrs. wheeler and mrs. harrington.

"i'm so sorry about this whole situation, my boy should have never put his hands on yours, and i'm happy your daughter put my boy in his place. this won't happen again." he said pleadingly.

"the cut's not too big, it's just a little scratch so michael should be fine." mrs. wheeler sighed sharing an understanding look with your mom.

" alright then, is it fine for the rest of us to leave hopper?" your mother asked, as the boy you got into it with's family left the station, quietly arguing about the decision made.

"i don't care." he said waving his hand flippantly. "i don't want to see you in here again harrington." he sternly pointed at you, making you nod, before walking back into his office.

- everyine started making their way to the doors, minus your mom and brother, the last thing you three heard before your friends left the building was-

"son of a bitch, i wanted mrs. harrington to kick that lady with her pointy heels."

- she laughed as she started to gently guide you out of the building.

"you are't angry?" you asked confusedly, at the calm look on her face.

"of course not honey, you defended your friend when he couldn't defend himself, and for that i'm very proud of you." she smiled, not paying attention to the look on your face at the reference to mike being your "friend". "and that bitch sue arlington needed another reality check that my kids are better than hers anyways." she flipped her hair, before walking ahead of you and steve and getting to the car, while she glared at the woman from across the parking lot.

- before steve could even think of what to say, you had started to speak.

"i'm sorry. "he raised his eyebrows confusedly "i know that i'm not supposed to hurt people...but he hurt mike. and then there was blood and i didn't realize what i was doing until it was already done, and-"

"sev, sev calm down it's okay." he calmed you down. "it's like what mom said, you were just defending mike from a bully, nobody's mad at you." steve said.

"that lady was, she yelled at me." you said, as you two looked over at the family that was still in the parking lot.

- the two parents, sue and allen, bickering while the son looked over at you in fear as you glared at him.

"ah screw 'em. they suck anyway." he waved them off, before looking over to the pitiful pouts on you and your friends faces because of the day being ruined. "hey you go stand with them, i'll be right back 'kay?" he sighed before walking towards your mother's car and speaking to her through the window.

"so what happened? are you in trouble? are we in trouble? we didn't even do anything why would we be in trouble?" a bunch of overlapping voices asked once you walked over. you simply shook your head looking over to where your brother was having a conversation with you two's mother.

"no, none of us are in trouble, he just told me to wait here with you guys..." you trailed off as steve jogged over, your mom waving at you guys as she pulled out of the parking lot.

"do any of your parents know about what happened an hour ago?" he asked off-handedly.

"hopper said he was going to call them but i think he got distracted by your mom almost beating that lady up." dustin shrugged.

"but i'm sure they'll know before the end of the day because my mom loves to gossip." mike rolled his eyes., the rest of them groaning in agreement.

"okay well, before you guys have to face the eventual music... you still wanna see that movie at the drive-in?" he asked, chuckling to himself at the quick change of mood in the kids, as you all piled into his car, excitedly chattering about the movie. if he noticed the silent conversation and mouth of a "thank you" from mike and a silent "anytime" from you, he didn't mention it.

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a/n: that took me TOO long. also i’m not on hiatus i promise. just between school and work i have no time to do ANYTHING.

a/n 2: also a rare mikesev moment that’s not them at each other’s throats???? crazy ik

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writerpeach · 4 years ago

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Hot & Cold

LOOΠΔ Kim Lip x Male Reader

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The stars shined bright as you wandered through the downtown streets aimlessly, taking in the cool crisp air of the nighttime sky. Music filled the streets and your ears as you passed through a variety of stores, each one with its best wares on display to tempt you.

You were searching for a gift for Choi Yerim’s upcoming birthday, clueless on where to even start looking for ideas. It had been several weeks since you had been introduced to her, and while you knew a little about what her likes and dislikes were, buying the perfect gift that would make her special day seemed a daunting challenge.

The three of you were inseparable lately, spending most of your time outside of work at your favorite lunar themed cafe and the cutest barista that worked there who always threw in free drinks. Lately though, Hyejoo had spent more time than usual preoccupied with her new job until the late hours of the night, leaving you without her help and on your own for your quest.

There were the obvious choices of flowers and candy, and while you had to start somewhere those were boring choices. You wanted your gift to be special and worthy of the girl who you had spent so much time with lately, a girl who brought nothing but happiness and positivity into your life.

Walking past dozens of places, you waited for a store to catch your attention as most failed to offer anything substantial. One in particular caught your eye. Maybe it was the mannequins in the window wearing cute dresses that you easily pictured Yerim wearing, but this place spoke to you.

There wasn’t anything special or out of the ordinary as you walked in, a small looking boutique with high ceilings and bright lights, shelves filled with meticulously folded shirts and pants in diverse sets of colors, while plentiful dresses and accessories lined the walls.

You carefully looked around, not wanting to knock anything out of place as you browsed, unsure where to even begin. There didn’t seem to be anyone else in the store, which wasn’t surprising given it was rather late in the evening, approaching nearer to closing time than you expected.

“Oh, hello, sir! Welcome to Lippington’s Exquisite Clothing,” you heard a soft husky voice call out in the distance, breaking the silence as you craned your head to see a slim blonde heading in your direction.

The clack of high heels on the wooden floor grew louder with each step as she approached, her hips swaying as she sauntered through the clothing store to close the distance, forming a small smile on her lips.

When the blonde woman stepped into frame you were met with her beauty at point-blank range. It was fairly unmistakable that her golden locks weren’t natural, not that it made her any less beautiful, not a hair out of place and there must have been a lot of effort put into maintaining such a wondrous shade. You didn’t know a thing about fashion, but the black sequin dress she had on sparkled in the light, doing her small body wonders and fitting perfectly.

It seemed a little risque for a place of employment, showing off bare shoulders and barely covering up her upper chest, but you weren’t one to judge, especially when she pulled it off flawlessly. It wasn’t too tight nor was it or too short, leaving part of her body to the imagination and above else it looked expensive. You’re pretty sure it wasn’t something that could have been picked up off one of the many racks.

Her fingernails were painted dark black, something you always loved on a woman as the color matched her dress, topping it all off with a light shade of red lipstick that made her small lips pop out.

You had to snap out of your haze as you caught yourself staring, frantically darting your eyes around the store in an attempt to not appear rude.

“My name is Jungeun, can I help you find anything?”

“Ah, actually, yes. I’m looking for a present for a woman. She’s young, about your age.”

“Of course, I’d be happy to help. Is she your girlfriend?”

“Uh, not exactly. She’s a good friend of mine,” you said, stumbling over your words as true as they were. You still hadn’t formed any type of relationship with Yerim, and hearing those words out loud brought out several feelings.

The beautiful woman sensed your hesitation in answering her simple question but was eagerly happy to help anyways.

“We have several sections for women to choose from. Is there a style that you think she would be interested in?”

You found yourself caught unprepared by all her questions, even though they were just to help out. Now, whereas Hyejoo was often a sweatpants and t-shirt type of girl, Yerim loved to put in effort into her outfits, even if it was a simple trip to a convenience store.

“She wears dresses a lot. Mostly cute ones.”

“I see. Let me show you some dresses that I can help you pick out that you think she would like.”

The woman led the way as you followed, trying not to focus your attention on her backside as much as you would have liked, stopping at the front of the store in a section with several racks of dresses surrounding a giant mirror.

“Do you know what size your...friend is?” she asked, and you’re pretty sure she was teasing you. You definitely didn’t know Yerim’s size. Hell, you didn’t even know how dress sizes worked.

“No, I don’t,” you said, having a brief moment of panic. You could have asked Hyejoo, but calling her at work was an option if you could have gotten ahold of her.

“I could show you a picture of her, would that help?”

“It’s a start,” she coldly said. You grabbed your phone and looked through several pictures trying to find a suitable one that showed her body off the best, making sure to not accidentally click on the folder of private pictures Yerim had sent for your eyes only.

You came across one of your favorite pictures of Yerim, wearing a cute white flowery dress standing in front of the mirror, looking adorable as usual. You handed Jungeun your phone who stared at it intently for several moments as if she had just seen a ghost.

“Yerim…” she muttered under her breath.

“Oh, do you know her?”

“Yes,” she simply stated, handing you back her phone. “We met at Girl Front Academy and studied together for three years until we went our separate ways. I haven’t talked to her since then, but it seems she’s still sickeningly cute,” Jungeun said, and you couldn’t tell if her reaction was of annoyance or not.

“Her body isn’t too far from mine, but she’s much curvier than I am. She always had better thighs than me,” she said, and this time you could definitely tell she was annoyed as if she were lacking in the body department.

“I’ll show you a few things that should fit her.”

The smile faded from her lips as she went through several clothing racks, picking out a dress from each one that stood out in a completely different look.

“Some of these may not be her style. This one is a little frilly, and this one is maybe a little too revealing,” Jungeun said, letting you see them all. They all had their appeal, and while you could have just gone overboard and bought them all, you didn’t want to seem desperate. You needed to find the perfect dress and had confidence that this woman would help you do just that.

“I like these two,” you said, choosing one that was casual and one that was formal. Jungeun was right, one was too skimpy, too gaudy, and one was too...you couldn’t find the words but there were much better choices. They all looked nice, but the dresses left behind didn't really didn’t match Yerim’s style.

“Both excellent choices,” Jungeun said, holding them up side by side. To her left was a simple purple cocktail dress with a wide neckline and thin straps, which seemed to be about knee-length, ruffled and slightly see-thru at the base. You selfishly wanted it to be much shorter, knowing her luscious thighs being covered up was a crime but remembered this was a gift for her and not you.

The other dress Jungeun held was colorful to say the least. Lace with black at the top, dark red at the end and woven colorful fabric in the middle, equipped with a multitude of gemstones. The dress was much longer than the previous one, given Yerim’s height it would practically be touching the floor, but also had a more elegant touch to it.

To say you had trouble deciding between the two would be an understatement. Given your ignorance, you would have picked the dress on your left based on color alone.

It was a good thing you had someone who seemed to be rather informed on the subject of clothing given that it was her job as she sensed your indecisiveness as your eyes wandered back and forth.

“This one would be good for any occasion, it's thin and comfortable without being too skimpy,” Jungeun said as she held it up higher than the other.

“Now, this one is better suited to dinner parties, weddings, ceremonies, that type of thing. It’ll flatter her body more but she’ll look out of place at a cafe obviously.”

“You have a knack for this, Jungeun.”

“Ah, well, thank you,” she shyly said. “You don’t own your own store for several years without knowing a little something about fashion.”

“You own this place?”

“I do. This’ll be the third year running this place. It’s been a little dead lately, but it’ll kick back up when spring comes.”

Jungeun let out another small smile, and you’re pretty sure her arms were getting tired from holding both dresses up.

“They’re both really nice dresses, but if you still can’t decide I could help out and try them on. I may not have the body that Yerim does, but it’ll look better on me than on a mannequin.”

“You’d do that? That seems like a lot of trouble, you really don’t have to, I’m sure you have plenty of other things to do.”

“It’s not that much trouble, there’s not much else to do as you can see. Might just close up early tonight if nobody else shows up.”

“Thank you, that would be appreciated.”

“It’s no problem. I’ll be back in a bit,” she said, heading towards the fitting room in the corner, taking both dresses with her. You waited just outside the door, taking a seat on the bench not unlike the same way you had for both Hyejoo and Yerim the dozens of times you were dragged away shopping with them.

She didn’t take that long to change into the first dress, walking out of the dressing room looking ready to take the runaway.

“What do you think?” she asked, as she spun around, letting you see every aspect of her in the casual dress.

“It’ll hug her body better, but it fits me nicely. It’ll look nicer with heels of course,” she said, taking note of the fact that she was barefoot. She did look rather nice in it, the dark color offset the brightness of her blonde hair, giving a glimpse at her luscious long legs as she modeled it for you.

“I like it.”

“Don’t choose until you see the other one. I’ll be right back.”

You gave a gentle nod as she disappeared back into the dressing room, and you eagerly waited for her return wanting to see a more close up look of the other dress. You had all but chosen this dress already, the formal dress had its work cut out for it and had some stiff competition.

More time passed than was expected while you waited for her to try on the other dress, not that you felt the need to complain. Maybe she was doing something different with the second dress that required more time as you sat there patiently, wasting time on your phone.

“Hey, uh. I could use some help,” you heard her call through the dressing room stall. You got out of your seat and headed over to her direction to check it out.

“What do you need?” you asked through the other side of the door.

The woman took a second of hesitation to respond. “I think the zipper’s stuck. It won’t budge. It’s unlocked, you can come in. I won’t bite.”

You’re not sure why she added that last part, but you opened the door and stepped inside to see her back to you, the zipper caught at the top of the dress. You grabbed it carefully and inspected it, pulling it down several times to no avail as it refused to work with you, unable to move like when you woke up in the mornings. Nothing worked, and you didn’t want to be too forceful with it.

“It’s not moving.”

Jungeun sighed loudly. “I should have designed this one better.”

“You designed this dress?”

“Yes, most of the clothing in this store is my own design. Anything that’s not is from other designers I know or collaborations.”

“That’s impressive.”

“It’s nothing really, I’ve been doing this my whole life,” she said nonchalantly. “Now, if it’s not going to unstuck itself you’re just going to rip it open.”

“You want me to rip it? There has to be something here we can fix it with.”

“It’ll take too long. Just be suck it up and rip it, I can fix it later.”

“If you insist,” you said, holding on to both sides of the dress you tugged hard on it, tearing the zipper down the middle as the sounds of fabric being torn filled the room as the dress became collateral damage.

“Impressive,” Jungeun said as your attention was on the now ruined dress, the zipper all the way down and dangling off to expose her back.

“Thanks, now let’s hope this other dress doesn’t give us the same type of trouble.”

“I’ll step out,” you said, heading towards the door when Jungeun’s eyes stopped you.

”What, have you’ve never seen a woman undress before?”

“Of course I have, but-”

“But what? It’s not a big deal, but if you’d prefer to wait outside, be my guest. I won’t be long.”

Well, you couldn’t let this opportunity pass you by now.

“I’ll stay then.”

“Good. Enjoy the show.”

With your back flat against the wall Jungeun began undressing, pulling the purple thin straps down her shoulders and hesitating, teasing you for a moment as your eyes met. Taking her time, she slipped her arms out of the purple cocktail dress and slowly peeling it down her body just past her waist, exposing her tight toned midriff.

Jungeun never kept her eyes off you, inching the rest of the dress off her body and wiggling her hips until gravity did the rest. The discarded garment draped around her ankles, leaving her in an alluring pair of simple white underwear, sheer in enough places that still let your imagination run wild. It was quite an unexpected sight.

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, trying your best to keep your mouth closed as you let out an audible deep exhale at such a gorgeous woman. Her complexion was beautiful, her skin fair and immaculate and you desperately wanted to reach out and touch her body.

“Judging by the way you can’t stop drooling over me, I’m going to guess you like what you see?”

If seeing her tight body on display wasn’t enough, she had positioned herself (perhaps even strategically so), in front of the mirror, giving you the perfect view of the white thong nestled in between her firm buttcheeks.

“Your turn,” Jungeun said, snapping you out of your trance as she placed her hands on her hips.

“What?”

“It’s not very fair for me to be the only one who’s undressed is it? Come on, I wanna see what you’re packing,” she said, her lips curling into a smirk as she crossed her arms.

Things had certainly escalated. When you walked into this store you hadn’t expected to be seeing the owner in her bra and panties, and you certainly didn’t expect you were about to match her level of nudity.

If you needed any further encouragement, her round dark eyes let you know that she wasn’t joking, and when a woman in her underwear tells you to do something you didn’t dare disappoint.

Taking a deep breath you began unbuttoning your shirt, removing each button until you had stripped it off and tossed it on the ground. Jungeun eyed your bare chest like you were a piece of meat, not unlike the way you had gawked over her earlier.

“Keep going,” she urged, and bit her lip deeply, showing her approval as you unbuckled your belt and unzipped your pants, not wasting time in yanking them off and kicked them away. It was difficult to process. There you were, standing across from a beautiful woman that owned the clothing store you had spontaneously picked, obviously ogling your mostly naked body while you were doing the same in return.

The whole series of events had gotten you so aroused that you hadn’t realized that your shaft had become full mast, sporting an unavoidable bulge through your boxers.

“Do you usually get this hard just by seeing a woman in her underwear?” she teased, as you looked down in embarrassment as your package dying to poke through, your cheeks instantly reddening.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, it’s perfectly natural,” Jungeun said as she approached your side of the small changing room, closing the distance and cupped your crotch, causing your body to tense up.

“I’d be a little disappointed if you weren’t getting excited,” she said, continuing to squeeze your crotch through your boxers.

"How would you like it if I took everything off?" Jungeun asked, using her free hand to run her hands through her golden locks, ruffling her perfectly styled hair seductively.

“I’m not that easy, you’ll have to at least buy me a drink to get my panties off. But I’ll give you a little something to hold you over,” she said as she slowly dropped to her knees on the stack of clothes that had piled up in the middle of the floor.

Jungeun wanted one thing as she grabbed your boxers and swiftly yanked them down to your ankles, your hard cock throbbing as it was released from its frustrating restraints. Her eyes lit up in excitement as she grabbed your cock and squeezed it with a gentle pressure, delivering slow pleasurable strokes as her thumb rubbed your sensitive swollen tip, making you leak over her slim fingers.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had some good cock. Too long,” Jungeun said as she flattened her tongue against the base of your shaft, slowly drawing upward and taking her time. You let out a soft moan as her pink tongue reached your swollen cockhead, swirling around and planting a wet kiss on your tip that made you shiver in delight.

“You’re so fucking hard,” she said as her wet tongue explored every inch, lapping up every drop that escaped from your leaking slit. Her lips pressed deeply against your throbbing shaft, moving from base to tip and not letting a spot go without a wet kiss that sent tingles up your spine.

“You did this to me,” you replied, and Jungeun answered not with words but with actions as her pouty lips parted with your shaft as it entered her warm mouth, her soft lips squeezing tight around your throbbing flesh as her cheeks hollowed.

“F-fuck, that’s good,” you moaned, leaning back into the dressing room’s wooden wall, as you watched Jungeun work your cock, bobbing her head up and down as her tongue followed, playing with your sensitive underside.

Jungeun’s mouth felt heavenly, her soft cherry lips wrapped tightly around your cock as she pleasured you, focusing on the first few inches of your flesh as she enveloped it with warm and wet sensations that overwhelmed you.

“That feels amazing, d-don’t stop,” you said, as the blonde woman who was practically still a stranger never ceased her oral assault on your cock. Her warm lips left a trail of warm saliva as you felt more of her throat, watching the deep lust in her eyes as she slowly sucked you off.

Shortly after you felt Jungeun’s mouth pushing deeper, her full lips sliding down your wet shaft with ease, distracting you and making you forget everything else. Jungeun wasn’t kidding as she seemed to be deprived of the taste of cock as she hungrily slurped on your shaft, voicing her satisfaction in giving you such a wonderful blowjob.

You couldn’t just stand there and watch the action unfold as you ran your fingers through Jungeun’s pretty blonde hair, guiding her movements as you placed a hand on the back of her head. She took the hint in stride, taking more of you down her throat as she gave your shaft deep satisfying strokes from base to tip, sticking her tongue out to please every inch of you she could.

“Jungeun…fuck,” you moaned, unable to control yourself any longer and grabbed a handful of hair, forming a tight fist around a makeshift ponytail as you used it to assist her into a faster rhythm that she didn’t seem to mind.

You kept Jungeun’s mouth busy, using her ponytail as your personal set of reins to force her mouth to the very end of your base repeatedly, using her mouth without mercy. She gave no sounds of discomfort, if anything she voiced the opposite as she slobbered all over your needy shaft, covering it with her messy drool as her throat was kept filled.

You kept this up for as long as you could, savoring Jungeun’s wet and hot mouth and occasionally gave glances towards the mirror to distract you with her delicious backside as the sounds of her slurping on your cock filled the room that caused you to moan even louder.

“F-fuck, Jungeun, I’m about to cum,” you said, releasing the tight grip you held on her hair as it fell back onto her beautiful shoulders.

“I wonder what you’ll taste like,” Jungeun said as she withdrew your cock from her wet mouth with a loud pop, using her tongue to frantically trace around your swollen tip, pushing you even more over the edge.

Jungeun could sense your climax wasn’t backing down as she took control of your cock, furiously stroking it as she opened her mouth and stuck her pink tongue out as she prepared to finish what she started.

You were almost there as your breathing shallowed, every long stroke from base to tip Jungeun gave your shaft made your balls tighten even more, her tongue flicking against your dripping slit to expedite your impending orgasm.

“J-Jungeun, I’m cumming!” you cried out as her grip tightened, her eyes laser-focused onto you as your throbbing cock shot cum directly onto her wet tongue and into the back of her mouth as she emptied you.

Multiple thick spurts of cum fired from your tip that caused you to moan with need, each feeling better than the last as a milky white pool collected on Jungeun's wet tongue as she worked your shaft, making sure to drain your balls thoroughly.

Jungeun made sure she squeezed out every drop as she kept her mouth open, making a show of swirling your fresh load, sloshing it around before she closed her mouth. You watched the beautiful sight of Jungeun's throat gulping as she swallowed it all.

“Not bad, I guess,” she said, displaying her now empty pink tongue and licked her lips, sucking the sensitive tip of your depleted shaft to make sure there were no more remnants left, forcing a reaction that made your entire body shake.

Jungeun stood back up and gave your cock a few final strokes, making sure she kept a tight grip with every twist that drove you crazy.

"Okay, get out,” she abruptly said, as you leaned back against the wall in exhaustion.

“W-what?” you replied, trying to catch your breath as you picked out which clothes were yours from the discarded pile.

“I have to close this place up, it’s late and there are a lot of things that have to get done. You can leave after you get dressed.”

“What about the dress? I still need to buy Yerim something.”

“You can pick it up tomorrow, I'll hold it for you. You wanted this one didn’t you?”

“Y-yes, it’ll look good on her.”

“No, it’ll look great on her. We close at ten, show up anytime before that.”

“Can I at least get your number?”

“Ugh, fine I guess,” she said as you dug your phone out of your pants that you hadn’t bothered to put back on.

“Hope you enjoyed that. I don’t do that often, I just felt bad,” she said as she keyed in her number into your phone.

“You felt bad? That must be why I can see that wet spot on the front of your panties, Jungeun,” you said, and she quickly broke eye contact, embarrassed by her obvious enjoyment.

“You can let yourself out.”

Jungeun grabbed her clothes and left without another word, giving you one last glance at her perfect rear as she left the dressing room. You got dressed in a rush, not wanting to stay any longer and excited the clothing store, still feeling the fatigue setting in.

✦✦

Work kept you at the office longer than you had planned to be, which always seemed to always be the case, something that couldn’t be helped. After finishing tedious paperwork and last minute preparations for the next day you didn’t step out of the building until roughly after nine p.m and headed straight towards Jungeun’s clothing store, not bothering to change your clothes.

You made your entrance as quiet as possible, which wasn’t that difficult given she was finishing ringing up a customer as patiently waited for their transaction to finish up, casually browsing the clothing selection in the meantime.

“Didn’t think you were going to show up,” you heard, the unmistakable husky voice of Jungeun as she approached your area of the store. Her outfit was a little less flashy today, wearing a tight white top that showed off the outline of her breasts and very short jean shorts that showed off her amazingly long legs.

“Had a lot of work to finish before I could come here.”

“I know that feeling,” she said as she grabbed the purple dress you had decided on from behind the register.

“Don’t worry, this isn’t the same dress from yesterday, that one has been repurposed. This size should fit her, but if it doesn’t feel free to return it.”

“I’m sure it’ll fit her just fine. You know what you’re doing,” you said.

“I’d like to think so. You can go ahead and swipe your card now.”

“It’s cheaper than the price tag was yesterday,” you said as you inserted your card back into your wallet, putting in your pin number and completing the transaction.

“I threw in a discount. Think of it as a present from me to Yerim,” she said, batting her eyelashes as her lips formed a sweet smile.

“Thank you, Jungeun. That was very generous of you.”

“It’s not what you think. I’m just doing this as a favor, I don’t like you or anything,” Jungeun said as she bagged your gift for Yerim and handed it to you.

“I’m sure she’ll love it. Have a good night, Jungeun.”

You took your next step but before you could even finish placing your foot down Jungeun grabbed your wrist, keeping you in place.

“Aren’t you going to buy me that drink?” she asked, gently squeezing your arm with her small hand as you looked down at her pretty fingernails.

You didn’t typically drink on a Thursday night, but you also didn’t typically get a blowjob in a dressing room from a beautiful woman. It’s not like you couldn’t use it either, work continued to pile up and you hadn’t even had a chance to depressurize from it all.

“Okay, I’d like to buy you a drink, Jungeun.”

“Good, because I could certainly use one. Maybe even two.”

“I know the perfect place.”

“I’ll need to finish up here, looks like nobody else is showing up so I can get started on closing. Send me the address, I’ll meet you there in an hour.”

✦✦

Just a little over an hour later you pulled up a chair in a familiar place, taking a seat at the counter in your favorite dive bar you had been to dozens of times - both yourself and with the company of Yerim and Hyejoo. Taking a look around there was both familiarity and a lack thereof to the place.

New paintings had been hung, the walls painted with a fresh coat paint that made the place pop, and the rickety wooden stools had been replaced with fancier black ones, adding a hint of sophistication to the joint. It still needed tons of work but it was a start.

“Hey stranger. Haven’t seen you in a while,” you heard a distinctive deep voice speak out, one that could only belong to your favorite bartender Heejin. Your eyes met as she flashed a beautiful smile as she wiped down the counter.

“Work has kept me away from this place,” you said, as Heejin’s lips formed a deep out on her features. It was difficult to see in the dim lights, but her hair had been dyed a lighter shade of brown, making her more beautiful than the last time you came here.

“You here alone? I’m used to seeing you with those two cute girls,” she said, putting up bottles of alcohol and restocking clear straws on the counter.

“I’m waiting for someone. Met her yesterday.”

“Ooh, how exciting. Tell me all about her,” Heejin said as she leaned forward, capturing your attention.

“I don’t know that much about her yet other than she’s a fashion designer. She owns her own clothing store downtown by the pier.”

“Wow, that’s impressive. I’m sure she’s lovely. Can I get you started on anything while you wait?”

“I’ll just take a beer for now.”

“Coming right up!”

No more than a few seconds later Heejin placed down an ice cold mug directly in front of you filled to the brim with just a touch of foam. You slipped a few dollars in her stuffed tip jar, earning an ear to ear grin as she excused herself.

Moments later the seat next to you became occupied, the familiar perfume wafting through your nostrils that could be one person, Jungeun.

“Sorry I’m late, I had some last minute customers I had to deal with,” she said, placing her large purse on the bar counter in front of her.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m glad you could make it,” you said, taking your first sip of beer and wiping the foam from your lips.

“This place is a bit of a dump, isn’t it?” Jungeun bluntly said, not mincing her words.

“I don’t come here for the atmosphere.”

“Why do you come here then?” she asked, as Heejin came back and bent over to grab something off of the lower shelf, her tight pants doing her body justice as she flashed a smile as she rose up.

“Oh I see why,” she said, letting out a loud chuckle as she covered her mouth with her hand.

“That’s not it,” you insisted. “I like the drinks here. It’s not as bad as it used to be.”

“Well, I’d hate to see how bad it looked before,” she said, rolling her eyes as she signaled Heejin over.

“Hi there! What can I get you?”

“A glass of red wine please.”

Heejin was nothing but diligent and before you could blink Jungeun was inspecting her half-filled glass of dark red wine, determined to find something wrong with it before indulging. For some reason she didn’t seem like a wine girl to you, but to be fair you didn’t know much about her other than she gave a spectacular blowjob.

“You’ve slept with her, haven’t you?” Jungeun said out of the blue, swirling her glass around before taking her first taste.

“What?” you said, nearly choking on your malty beverage.

“The cute girl with the brown hair. The way she looks at you makes me think she’s done more than serve you a drink,” Jungeun teased, crossing her legs.

You sighed loudly. “What are you a mind reader? Yes, I may have seen her naked on an occasion...or three.”

“No, it just seemed rather obvious. Who you sleep with isn’t my business though,” Jungeun said, and you swore there was a hint of jealousy in her tone as she swirled her drink in the dim light and watched the red liquid sloshing around.

Jungeun looked around, unsatisfied at what she saw. Clearly she was used to a higher stand of establishment. Her wine glass was already half-finished, she quickly threw her head back and poured the rest down her mouth, and you can’t say you ever saw someone drink wine like that.

“I’m tired of this place. Let’s get out of here.”

“We just got here-”

“And I know a better place we can go that doesn’t have bad music. ”

“Where exactly would that be?”

“My apartment,” Jungeun replied, flashing seductive bedroom eyes.

“If you were that eager we could have just skipped this part.”

“What, and miss out on a free drink? That’s the only reason I showed up.”

“Oh, and here I was thinking it was because you enjoyed my company.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I-It’s not like I wanted you to fuck me,” Jungeun said, making a show out of fixing her hair as she left her chair and grabbed her purse.

“I’ll meet you outside, thanks for the drink.”

Jungeun became harder to read with every minute you knew her. One minute she was batting her eyes and flirting with you and touching your shoulder, the next she barely seemed interested in you. It didn’t matter too much as you just had a personal invitation to her place and that was your golden ticket. You had barely touched your drink but that didn’t seem as important anymore as you paid your tab and left Heejin a generous tip as always.

“Guess someones getting lucky tonight,” Heejin teased as she waved goodbye, and you weren’t quick sure what you were getting yourself into.

A short ten minute taxi ride and you were following Jungeun up a set of stairs and waiting for her to unlock her apartment door.

“It’s not much, but it’s cozy,” she said as she bent down to remove her heels as you slipped your own shoes off and gently placed them carefully on the ground.

“I’ll give you a quick tour,” she said, gesturing for you to follow her as you took a quick look around. The living room was small but decorated with various paintings and a white leather couch big enough for multiple people, with small black throw pillows on either end. Underneath the glass coffee table was a huge blue rug and a pink makeup pouch left behind.

“Here’s the kitchen. I don’t cook much,” she said as her bare feet walked through black marble tile floors that looked spotless. It wasn’t the fanciest kitchen, but you would have loved to make a meal here sometime. In the center was a small kitchen island and a few stools, the counter wiped clean and a bowl of delicious looking fruit that you couldn’t tell was fake or not.

Jungeun led you past the kitchen as you looked at the various appliances she had gathered, a high-end blender caught your eye that rivaled those you had seen at cafes.

“Here's the bathroom,” she said, a huge assortment of various types of makeup lined the counter, once again perfectly clean as if she was expecting a visitor. Her shower was quite spacious, it was definitely the first time you’d seen one large enough to have two showerheads. The wall was patterned with black tile that contrasted nicely with the rest of the white bathroom.

“Last stop,” Jungeun said as she took several steps ahead of you, giving you the chance to take in her body as her hips swayed and you watched her long legs.

“And this is where you’ll be fucking me,” Jungeun bluntly said as she stopped at her bedroom.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Miss Jungeun.”

“And why’s that?” Jungeun asked as she took a step towards you, closing the distance as she placed her hands on your shoulder.

“Who says I’m going to fuck you here? You’ve got a nice kitchen, a living room…”

Jungeun leaned in and planted a deep kiss on your lips, the taste of her lingering as she pulled back and you could see the lust in her eyes.

“You’re convincing me.”

“Then let me convince you a little more,” she said as she spun around on her heels and walked away from you, disappearing into the bathroom and shutting the door, leaving her out of sight. She didn’t spend much time inside, dramatically opening the door and came out in a luxurious white bathrobe as she appeared back in view.

“You should have a seat for this,” Jungeun said with a mischievous smile on her features as you did as instructed, taking a seat on her bed and feeling her silk sheets as you leaned back.

Jungeun made sure she had your full attention as she slowly began to untie the cotton belt around her waist, opening up as she draped it off her broad shoulders as it fell to the carpet underneath her.

The sight displayed in front of you was nothing but breathtaking, causing your jaw to drop as Jungeun’s perfect tight body was dressed in the sexiest pair of lacy red lingerie that left very little to the imagination.

“Red looks amazing on you.”

“It happens to be my favorite color,” Jungeun said, as your eyes feasted on her stunning body, unable, nothing could lose your focus. The dark red color contrasted perfectly with her milky skin. Her breasts were pushed up nicely, showing off her wide hips and delicious legs that never seemed to end.

“Are you just going to sit there and stare, or are you going to come touch me?”

That was the only invitation as you lifted your body off the mattress as your hands were practically magnetized to her body. You started at her thighs, feeling how soft they felt against your palms as you moved to her deadly hips, nothing but satisfied at how good they felt to grip.

You couldn’t help yourself one bit as you snaked around her waist and squeezed her ass with both hands, pulling her towards you and grabbing as much as you could, thankful for the fact that Jungeun loved to wear skimpy thongs. Your palms were full of her soft flesh as you kneaded them, giving her beautiful backside a loud slap that echoed and made her gasp.

“F-fuck,” Jungeun said, her words light and airy as you moved to the front of her body, up her toned midriff and up to her chest, squeezing her perky breasts through the annoying piece of fabric keeping you from them.

“Jungeun,” you said with a lowered voice as you tempted her with the idea of kiss, tilting your head as you licked her neck and whispered in her ear.

“I’m dying to fuck you.”

“P-please. You’re making me so wet,” she whimpered desperately as you buried yourself in the crook of her neck, sucking on the soft skin there with no intention to stop. Jungeun was giving herself to you in no time, letting out soft erotic moans as you nibbled on her beautiful neck.

“God, you’re so gorgeous.”

“T-thank you,” Jungeun replied as her cheeks blushed a shade of faded red as she anticipated what was next.

“Can I take this off?” you asked as you slipped a finger underneath one of her bra straps, as it practically screamed to be let loose.

“Y-yes, please take everything off me. I want you to see every inch of me.”

Her voice was just the ticket you needed as you found the clasp of her bra and unhooked it, keeping eye contact with Jungeun as you slipped the thin straps off her shoulders and tossed it out of view.

Your pants tightened as you saw Jungeun’s exposed breasts for the first time, small yet powerfully perky, not unlike Yerim. You gave several teasing licks on her nipples, causing a series of whiny moans to leave her lips as you focused on one breast, pinching the other as your lips slurped and nibbled freely.

“G-god, just fuck me already,” Jungeun begged, and it seemed she didn’t share your patience in wanting to take your time with her.

“You need it that bad?”

“Y-yes. I want you to ruin me,” she said as she looked at you doe-eyed, lips quivering as she wanted to give herself to you fully.

“I’ll be happy to then,” you said as you tilted her chin up and gave her lips one deep tender embrace, rubbing your hand across her soft cheek.

“Hold on, one more thing,” Jungeun said as scurred into her huge walk-in closet and disappeared inside it. She emerged after a few moments with something unseen in her hands as she came back into view.

Jungeun grabbed your wrist and flipped it around, dropping a bundle of red braided rope onto your palm as she shyly smiled.

“What do you expect me to do with this?” you asked, playing dumb as you felt the soft fabric of the rope.

“I want to be tied up and fucked. What else would you do with it?” she asked, biting her lip in anticipation.

“Only if you want to of course,” she added.

“I want to,” you said. You definitely wanted to. You had Heejin to mostly blame for unlocking this side out of you.

You stared into her eyes intently for one intense moment before abruptly grabbing her hips and spinning her around, admiring her naked back and her barely covered asscheeks. Jungeun’s breath hitched as you grabbed her delicate wrists and pulled them behind her back, wrapping them both in beautiful red rope as you bound them together tightly,

“Too tight?” you asked, resting a hand against her toned back and caressing her skin.

“Not at all,” she replied as you spun her back around as your eyes met, and you couldn’t help but smile that Jungeun was now at your mercy. You took advantage of this right away and roamed her body with your hands, squeezing her breasts and moving downward as you brought two fingers against her clothed heat, confirming the wetness of her cunt that was soaking through her panties.

“Safe word?” you asked as pressed two fingers against her clothed core as her legs twitched.

“Eclipse.”

“Good, then let’s get started,” you said as you helped her lower to her knees as she pressed into the carpet as you began undressing, scattering clothes around Jungeun’s body until you were left in your boxers. Your bulge poked through the material desperate to be freed, a stark reminder of the previous day

“Look what you did, Jungeun,” you said with a smirk on your lips, admiring her half-naked body as she was at your whims. Her skin grew warmer as she knelt patiently as you removed your underwear, slick dripping down her thighs and making the only piece of clothing left on even wetter.

Jungeun admired your cock with a hunger like no other as you grabbed it and slapped her pretty face with it, letting her suck your swollen tip for several seconds before removing it, causing a cute pout to form on her features.

“Don’t be greedy,” you said, caressing the side of her cheek and watching the need in her eyes.

You couldn’t help admire how pretty Jungeun was as you rubbed her soft lips with one finger, and without asking she instinctively sucked on your fingers sensually. She had a wanton need for anything inside her mouth as her lips and tongue wrapped around your fingers with the same amount of desire she had given to your cock.

Jungeun slurped hungrily on your fingers as you pushed them in deeper, moving past both knuckles and creating a slow rhythm as she gagged but her eyes begged for more as you felt her warm messy saliva seeping everywhere, making a mess everywhere.

You waited just a little longer, letting Jungeun continuously suckle on your fingers until you felt she had enough, wiping her leftover saliva down her neck and chest as you gave her stiffened rosy nipples one more pinch.

“That’s all you get for now,” you said as you helped her stand upright and lifted her frame onto the bed. Jungeun did what she could to assist as you positioned her on her knees with her ass raised as her face plopped down on the sheets, resting her chin on the mattress.

You took your position behind Jungeun’s bent over body, the thin piece of fabric nestled between her ass being the only barrier between you and nirvana. The flimsy piece of underwear was almost as dark as blood but did little to hide the wet spot soaking through, and it was hard to focus your eyes on a single part of her tight body, or the way her hands were tied behind her back.

Your hands explored Jungeun’s backside, her skimpy thong was a poor excuse to cover up any skin as you fondled her cheeks. You almost didn’t want to remove such a daring garment from her body, it looked too good on her. The thought occurred to push it to the side, giving you the best of both worlds but your animalistic urges took over instead as you grabbed the thin piece of fabric and tore it right off her body.

Jungeun gasped loudly as you tossed the ruined pair of underwear away, every inch of her body now exposed for you and all it took was one look down at her beautiful pink pussy to make your erection even stronger than you thought was possible.

Taking one more look down, Jungeun had already spread her legs for you as you grabbed your shaft and lined it with her entrance, rubbing her pink pussy lips with your swollen tip as you felt her wetness collecting on it.

“P-please, just fuck me, already. Use me!” Jungeun begged, which only motivated you to keep up the teasing, slipping yourself dangerously close to entering her and withdrawing at the last moment just to hear her whimpering moans.

“F-fuck, please!” Jungeun continued to plead, and you felt a hint of pity for her desperation and nudged yourself against her pussy, the heat radiating off her body begging you to enter her.

Just a few more seconds of teasing was all you could take - you needed her just as bad, and in one perfectly smooth movement you popped your hips and entered her, both of you overwhelmed by a hundred different sensations.

“Oh god,” Jungeun said as you moaned simultaneously, watching your tip being swallowed up by her suffocatingly tight pussy. You took a moment to let it all sink in before moving, the initial warmth and wetness surrounding your cock taking your breath away.

You didn’t remember how long you took, it could have been just a few seconds or several minutes to get used to the intense sensations as you started thrusting inside Jungeun, her silky warm flesh clinging tight as you grabbed her hips and found a rhythm, picking up speed gradually.

“F-fuck, your cock feels so good, stretch my pussy out, p-please ruin me!” Jungeun begged, her naked body at your mercy. There wasn’t much point in taking your time when both of you wanted the opposite, Jungeun’s intoxicating warmth enticing you to not keep your sluggish pace for long.

With a bruising grip on her satisfying hips, you no longer felt the need to be gentle with her and intensified your pace with every stroke, bottoming her out every time as her delicious cunt squeezed your throbbing shaft, keeping her pussy plenty filled.

The rhythm grew and grew as did the lust and desire in the room as your hips hurled against Jungeun’s ass, leaving the harsh sounds of flesh smacking against flesh that was music to your ears.

“P-pound me, f-fucking pound my pussy,” Jungeun said, her words now muffled into her pillows as your pistoning hips gave powerful thrusts as deep as you could fit your cock.

“I need to hear you, Jungeun. You’re so wet, you like being fucked like this?” you asked, grabbing a rough handful of golden hair and tangling it around your fingers, tugging back on it harshly to free her head from the comfort of her pillows.

“F-fuck yes, please keep using me!”

Her lustful words washed away any worries you were being too rough with her as you gripped a fistful of hair tighter, keeping her head upright as her pussy clenched in approval. Jungeun moaned even louder as your vigorous thrusts continued, her juices spilling out of her cunt so freely as the arousal was heavy in the air.

Jungeun’s moans turned into loud husky screams as you kept a handful of pretty hair clenched, pounding into her hole carelessly as you glanced down at her bound wrists and releasing one of your hands from her hips and without warning slapped her tight ass.

Her flesh rippled hypnotically, encouraging another slap to her behind on the other side as her walls pulsated in response.

“Harder, make it hurt,” Jungeun said, a mixture of demanding and begging and you weren’t going to back down as you winded back your arm and swung hard against her cheeks, the delicious echo of your palm striking her cheeks until the color began to match the restraints around her tied wrist.

Jungeun let out deep satisfied moans after each smack against her now tender flesh, the clench of her cunt matching the rhythm of your forceful strikes of her backside. The color of her cheeks grew darker and tears formed in her eyes from such pleasurable pain. WIth every few slaps you gave her sensitive red flesh a squeeze, rubbing out the sting until you upped the impact of flesh on flesh.

Your only regret was you were unable to see the satisfaction in Jungeun’s gorgeous eyes, but if the way her pussy was dripping all over your cock you knew she was loving every second of it.

Giving Jungeun’s bright red cheeks a break, you used your hands to explore what skin you had access to, running your hands up and down her back, feeling the sweat dripping off it as you fucked her mercilessly, the hard smack of the headboard slamming into the wall with every thrust.

“Does that feel good, Jungeun? Do you like being fucked like a little slut?”

“Y-yes, I love when you fuck me like a toy, please don’t stop,” Jungeun said with strangled words, too lost in the pleasure to think of anything else.

You released the grip on her hair, letting strands fall to her shoulders that stuck to her sweaty back as you prepared for your next step, grabbing her hips and pushing her down until she was flat on her stomach and her knees pressed into the sheets.

Your thrusts came fast and loose as your legs were spread onto either side of Jungeun's body as you fucked her senseless in this position, able to achieve a deeper sense of penetration that drove you crazy.

It didn't take long to become unhinged, your pace wild and reckless as you held on to the sides of her ass for leverage, slamming repeatedly without any concern as the room filled up with her needy moans.

"Oh my god, you're so deep! Fuck me just like this, please fuck me just this, oh fuck, oh fuck!"

Jungeun's cries threw gasoline on the flames of passion as you used more power in your hips, and you were content to make sure she couldn't walk for a week as you railed her into the mattress.

You swore the bed was about to give out, and you didn't give a damn and only focused on the hot dripping flesh you were spearing yourself into.

"You fuck me so well, holy shit! I'm so close!"

“Good, cum for me you greedy slut. Cum all over this fucking cock,” you said, as sweat drenched your forehead, the air in the room growing harder to take in. Jungeun could barely remember where she was, her mouth constantly agape as drool spilled out of her lips, moaning breathlessly as the fire in her abdomen grew and grew.

“Ah! I-I’m cumming!” Jungeun said, barely able to form words at this point, powerless to do anything else. Her pussy pulsated uncontrollably around your shaft as you kept the same relentless pace as she creamed all over you, the warm flood of juices spilling onto your crotch as she came hard, toes curling behind you and her thighs visibly shaking.

Jungeun let out a slew of profanities as her orgasm hit her like a train, and you didn’t let up one second and fucked her through every intense second, the loss of her limbs to grab hold of anything drove her insane as her labored breathing filled your eardrums, every moment of pleasure almost causing her to black out.

“H-holy shit,” Jungeun managed to say as her high gradually faded, the aftershocks in her body firing off every so often that she could hardly catch a breath, her thighs flushed and stained with slick, overflowing on her silk sheets underneath your sweaty bodies.

Jungeun’s wonderful orgasm came to a close, and now it was your turn as you grabbed her bound wrists and held them tight, steering yourself towards your much needed bliss as you gave it your all. Her pussy was so deliciously wet after her climax, lubricating your harsh movements inside her thoroughly fucked cunt and sending spikes of pleasure everywhere throughout your body.

You gave her the final pounding she deserved, her pussy stuffed with every inch of hard flesh as you moved furiously inside her, wringing out all the pleasure out of her body that you could take until you felt that familiar and welcome tightness in your core that signaled the end.

“Jungeun, I’m about to fucking cum,” you growled, endlessly fucking into her warm hole to coerce your orgasm on a path to pleasure with no brakes.

“Cum wherever, on me or in me, please just cum for me,” Jungeun said, and you took no time to figure out just where you wanted to do that.

Savoring the final moments, you gave a few more hammering thrusts into Jungeun’s body before you withdrew from her warmth, pulling her up and helping her off to the side of the bed as she took position on her knees, her arms still tied behind her as she anxiously awaited the finale.

You had Jungeun just where you wanted her as she had the biggest grin on her features as you stroked your cock from base to tip, and she knew just where your load was going and licked her lips.

“Are you going to paint my face?” she asked, already knowing the answer as you stroked furiously in response, planning on using her as your canvas.

“Give me your cum, please cum on my face, please. Cover me in your thick load, please please please, cum all over my face, I need it so fucking bad,” Jungeun desperately begged, her needy words being the one last thing that set you off.

It took less than a few strokes for you to erupt as you unloaded all over Jungeun’s gorgeous face. You let out loud satisfied groans and fired your first thick shot of cum that landed on her forehead, ending up in her disheveled hair.

You emptied your balls all over her cheeks, her full lips, her cute nose and chin as you squeezed out every last drop, not letting anything go to waste as her face was covered in pearly white, the look of satisfaction in her eyes as you were drained.

Jungeun licked what she could, frustrated with her hands still tied up and out of commission as the mess you had just deposited on her stunning face began to drip down slowly, spilling off her chin and onto her chest as you collected yourself and tried to regain your breath.

She had never looked more beautiful.

Jungeun leaned forward as you guided your cock one more time into her mouth as she cleaned you off, gently sucking your sensitive tip dry with your load staining her face. You took one more moment to admire your handiwork before untying her wrists.

“You okay?” you asked as she regained the use of her hands, the first thing she did with them was to stroke your softening cock, giving one more wet kiss.

“I’m great now,” she said, heavily breathing as you exchanged tired smiles.

“You really covered me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt such a huge load,” Jungeun giggled as you sat on the edge of the bed, nearly collapsing on it.

“I only have you to blame for that,” you said.

“I’ll go get cleaned up. You can join me if you want, or you can rest here. Either way you better be ready for another round,” she said, slow to stand upright as she turned into her now ever familiar pose, her hands on her hips with a stern look in her eyes.

“You’re insatiable, Jungeun,” you said, still struggling to find your breath again.

“N-no, I’m not. It’s not like I enjoyed your cock inside me,” she scoffed, spinning on her heels as she disappeared into her bathroom.

You still felt the tingles of your intense climax as you looked around the room, sinking into the sheets and wondered what else she Jungeun wanted, or rather what she wanted you to do to her.

You’d just have to be patient and find out.

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ice blue - tommy shelby x reader

a/n: hi lovelies! i literally just finished typing this and i’ve gotten so many notes on my preview of it that i literally couldn’t wait to give this to you guys. i really really hope you like it :) lmk if there’s anything in specific you guys want me to write, otherwise the next thing i’m working on is gonna be with john (i’ve already started it and this one is fucking hOt a bitch is sweating). as always message me literally about anything or if you want me to start a taglist

love, abi xxx

prompt: you’re back home in Birmingham and you need a job. Tommy Shelby offers you one.

warnings: nsfw!! smut, light choking, power kink oops

You stepped out of the car, cold air coming up to brush against your ankles as you shivered in the brisk English evening, wrapping your black wool coat tightly around you. You were once again new to Birmingham, having grown up there, but at the age of 9, you were sent to a boarding school in London after your parents were killed in a house fire. You had gone on to college, but had to drop out because you simply couldn’t make ends meet. Now, at the age of 21, you were back home, looking for a job, and as soon as you arrived, the first person to call was your best schoolmate, Ada Shelby. Ada was spunky, fearless, and didn’t take no for an answer, which was one of the reasons the two of you got on so well. She had insisted on taking you out to her family’s bar, despite your pleas that you were exhausted. Fuck it, you had thought to yourself. If you were going to go out, you were going to look good doing it. So, you slipped on your best set of red silk lingerie and your shortest black lace dress which dipped low to accentuate your breasts and applied a dark red lipstick as well as eyeliner. Underneath, you slid on a pair of sheer black tights and slipped on black kitten heels. You slipped on a pair of dangly silver earrings, admiring yourself in the mirror before you had slid your silver cigarette case and lighter into a black clutch, shrugged on your coat, and made your way out the door.

There, Ada had been waiting in the back of a Model T, looking gorgeous in a dark purple silk dress. She had greeted you with open arms and a huge smile, chattering on about how beautiful you looked and how much she had missed you. The two of you had managed to stay in contact throughout the years, writing letters about the current events, so you knew all about her baby, and pressed her with many questions about how she was doing. Now, here you were, in front of a bar, the muffled drunken shouts and laughter seeping through the brick walls.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Ada grinned at you, nudging you with her shoulder. “Come on, let’s go in, and don’t worry about paying. This is my family’s bar,” she said, leading you towards the wooden doors.

“Fuck, Ada, your family owns this whole thing?” You marveled at the exterior of the building as Ada practically dragged you towards the double doors.

“Yeah, it’s all that and everything,” Ada waved her hand dismissively as she reached for the door handle. “Let’s get to the damn bar already, I need a fucking drink.” She pulled the doors open and the noise washed over you, the smell of alcohol permeating the air. The bar was dimly lit, with leather upholstery and plenty of drunk Englishmen. Bottles of spirits adorned an entire wall behind the bar in the rear. The noise swirled around you as Ada pushed her way through the crowd, determined to reach her destination. Finally, you reached the bar, and almost immediately a bartender appeared. You had known the Shelby’s were powerful, but Ada had never really talked about her family’s business. They must have been fucking loaded; the way people parted for Ada, you couldn’t even imagine the way they must have bowed for her brothers. You had never really interacted with them, but you assumed that was going to change. All you really knew about them was from the rumors, which were gruesome and plentiful.

“Give me two whiskeys,” Ada said to the bartender, who slid the glasses her way. “Thanks, Harry,” Ada yelled, handing you a glass and pulling you towards the rear of the bar, opening a door and ushering you in. As soon as you entered the room, the entire atmosphere shifted. This room was much quieter; you could even hear jazz music over the chatter. Smoke clouded the air, and you downed your drink to quiet your nerves, as you had realized that these were some of the most powerful people in the city that surrounded you. A maid appeared to take you and Ada’s jackets, and as you slipped off your coat, a wave of insecurity hit you. Ada was making small talk with an unfamiliar woman next to you, and you tapped her shoulder, telling her you were heading to the bar as she nodded, shouting after you, “When you come back, get me another whiskey!”

You laughed, turning and making your way to the bar, sliding into a stool upholstered with crushed red velvet. You motioned the bartender over, and as you waited, you took out a cigarette and lit it. The bartender set your whiskey in front of you, and as soon as you had picked it up, Ada had you by the arm and was tugging you to a booth, your whiskey and cigarette still in hand, your clutch tucked under your arm. In the booth sat three men, each of varying ages and all adorned in formal wear and newsboy caps, complete with glistening pocket-watch chains.

“Shove over,” Ada said, pulling you into the booth next to one of the brothers. “Y/N, these are my daft brain brothers, Arthur, Tommy, and John.” The oldest, sporting various scars across his face did little but grunt and touch his hat, getting up to exit the booth, and the youngest had already started bickering across the table with Ada, something about who was the biggest idiot. The middle brother, however, was fucking gorgeous. You already knew you were screwed. He had long doe eyelashes, framing ice blue eyes, and his jawline was neatly defined. His cologne alone was doing things to you. Get it together, you thought to yourself, downing the whiskey in your glass. The motion caught his attention and you felt his gaze on you, piercing your soul and sending goosebumps down your spine. He put his cigarette to his mouth and took a drag, and you couldn’t help but draw your eyes to the way his lips parted.

“You like Irish whiskey?” His smooth voice shook you to the core. You looked at him in shock for a second before quickly collecting yourself.

“I’ve always drank it, my whole family does,” you responded, your gaze lifting to meet his. He leaned back, eyes drinking you in. You chewed your lip, pressing your thighs together in an effort to quench the ache that had begun to form.

“Tommy!” A voice rang from across the room. The brother, who you assumed now was named Tommy, stood. “Excuse me for a minute,” Tommy said, stepping aside to converse with a woman you recognized as Ada’s aunt. The woman seemed angry, but then, from what you remembered, she always had. After a few minutes, she left and Tommy slid back into the booth, exhaling and shooting his whiskey. Ada and the youngest brother, who you had learned was John had both moseyed off, so it was just you and Tommy in the booth, in the corner of the room. Tommy took a drag of his cigarette and sighed.

“Ada told me you need a job,” he said, eyes lingering on you.

“I do,” you admitted, “but I don’t want you to feel obliged or anything. I can manage-”

“I need a new assistant,” Tommy cut you off, but you honestly didn’t mind. Something about the way he did it managed not to rub you the wrong way. “It’s mostly paperwork, but I’d pay you well. 40 shillings a week.” Tommy took the last drag of his cigarette, putting it out while still holding you in his gaze.

“I can do that,” you managed to blurt out. God knows what you were getting yourself into, getting hired by a man that not only had a notorious reputation but was making you trip over your own words. Something about the way he looked at you, though, made you say yes. You already couldn’t resist him. God damn it, you thought to yourself.

Across from you, Tommy pulled his jacket on. “Monday, 8 am. My office.” He slipped a piece of paper to you with an address scrawled on it, standing and leaving. As quickly as you had become intoxicated by him, he had left. The whole night, throughout all of Ada’s chatter, on the way home, in the bath, in bed, he never left the back of your mind. You wanted to be his, as much as you tried to fight the thought for not only your sake but Ada’s. You knew it was impossible, that he would want you like this, so you reserved yourself to daydreaming. His hands on your hips, his mouth on yours: you craved it, unsatisfied by your own touch even after multiple rounds. You couldn’t escape him.

***

You awoke nervous, stomach doing cartwheels. You hadn’t seen Tommy since Saturday at the bar when you had met, and the anticipation of seeing him and having to hold yourself together and not beg him to bend you over the nearest piece of furniture was almost overwhelming. You decided on a simple black blouse and a tight black skirt with black tights and heels. You pulled your fitted wool coat over your shoulders and stepped out into the cool British morning, horses clopping past as your heels clacked over the bricks, making your way past children playing and yelling. The wind whipped past your cheeks, staining them a rosy pink as you pulled open the heavy wooden door of the office building. The warm air surrounded you, and above the conversations between the workers seated and standing around desks, you could faintly hear Ada arguing with someone in a back room somewhere. The office consisted of wood furniture and a couple of separated rooms, you assumed, for Ada’s brothers, the heads of the company. The fireplace in the corner provided a much needed reprieve from the wind outside, and you slipped your coat off, hanging it on the coat rack. One of the doors read “The office of Thomas Shelby” in gold lettering, and you knocked lightly, not wanting to appear late on your first day.

“Come in,” Tommy’s voice echoed from inside the room and you opened the door, closing it slowly behind you. Tommy was seated at a dark leather chair behind a desk, taking a drag from a cigarette whilst reading from a newspaper spread out in front of him. He looked up at you, clad in a dark grey vest which hugged his chest deliciously with a white collared dress shirt and black tie underneath. Gold chains sat firmly on his biceps, ice blue eyes boring through your clothes and making your cheeks flush. He sat like a king on his throne, and it was tantalizing.

“Good morning, Mr. Shelby,” you spoke quietly but firmly, eyes trailing up to meet his. He cracked a small smirk when your gaze met his, and it felt like he could see right through your shirt and your black lace bra. It must be your imagination, you thought, that he could be undressing you with his eyes like that. Surely you were delusional.

“You decided to take me up on my offer, I see,” Tommy said, leaning back and crossing his arms across his chest in a way that made you want to test his self control. “You know how to type, I assume?” His eyes flickered over your figure, lingering on the curve of your hips, making you feel like this wasn’t a regular business transaction. What you wouldn’t give to be one of the whores he visits in the middle of the night… You quickly gathered yourself together and responded.

“Yes,” you spoke. “I’ve worked as a secretary before.” Tommy nodded, standing and making his way around the front of his desk to lean on it, narrowing the space between the two of you significantly. “I’m not your normal businessman, you see,” he said, leaning back against the desk. “I keep odd hours, so if I asked you to stay late, would that be a problem?”

“No sir,” you replied, unable to rip your eyes off of the curve of Tommy’s lips and how they looked puffing at a cigarette.

“Good girl.” Your mouth dropped open slightly at his shameless assertiveness, a blush spreading across your cheeks. You couldn’t believe his forwardness, you thought, but you weren’t going to lie, it was fucking hot. Tommy grinned at you, turning his back to grab a bottle of whiskey and two glasses from the barcart in the corner of the room. He made his way back to his seat and placed the whiskey as well as the glasses on his desk, filling each and gesturing for you to sit with his hand. You sunk into the chair, legs crossed tightly in an attempt to relieve your throbbing core. You were absolutely fucked, you thought. Tommy opened a drawer, rifling through some papers before producing a contract typed in black ink.

“Cheers,” he offered you a glass of whiskey in one hand and a pen in the other. You accepted both, quickly rifling through the contract and scribbling your signature on the last page. Once you signed, your eyes flickered up to meet Tommy’s and he grinned, boyishly handsome yet devious.

“To new beginnings,” he said, offering his glass to clink against yours. You downed the whiskey in one gulp as Tommy looked on, blue eyes drinking you in.

“Nervous, darling?” he drawled, puffing at his cigarette. You suddenly felt a rush of confidence you hadn’t before. You could play this game too, and if you were, you were going to do it well.

“No,” you shook your head, a shy smile playing at your lips. “Just want to get to the point, is all.”

Tommy chuckled. “A woman after my own heart, aye?” With every glance he gave you, you became more emboldened. Yet, the man was still your boss, and you were in no place to proposition him, so you had to play coy.

“If that’s what you’d like, Mr. Shelby,” you said, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you reached for your cigarette case, taking one out and lighting it, exhaling a small cloud of smoke. Tommy refilled his glass, taking a swig as he stood and made his way to a cabinet, retrieving a stack of papers. He made his way back to his seat, placing the pile in front of you.

“I need these transaction records typed up by Friday, end of the day. Can you do that?”

You nodded, pink-stained lips puffing at the butt of your cigarette. “Is that all, Mr. Shelby?”

Tommy’s eyes flickered towards your mouth, and he took another drink. “For now, yes. I’ll have John show you to your desk, yeah?”

“Yes, Mr. Shelby,” you responded politely, putting out your cigarette. You could feel Tommy’s eyes on you as you left the room. As soon as you closed the office door behind you, you almost let out a sigh of relief. You hadn’t realized how tightly you’d been pressing your legs together, and they almost felt shaky. You didn’t know how you were going to get through another day of this, let alone the rest of the week. Fuck me, you thought to yourself.

***

The rest of the weekdays flew by, as you kept yourself busy with not only the work Tommy had given you but also managing his appointments and relaying his messages to his two brothers and other various family members. You got on with everyone in the office relatively well, most likely at Ada’s enforcement. She could be very assertive, but that was normal, considering she was the only girl with 4 brothers.

Your contact with Tommy, though often, was all business. He would spend hours at his desk, frowning down at various papers and logs with his whiskey and a cigarette, long after the others had gone home. He would always send you home though, telling you to get some rest. Though he was assertive, you found him to be surprisingly sweet. He didn’t hold doors for you or anything like that, but you didn’t expect that; you knew your place in the company. However, he never kept you late if you looked exhausted and would do small things, like let Ada interrupt your work with whatever news or gossip she had, and never said a thing, just smiled. However, Ada’s chatter had gotten the better of you and it was already Friday.

Around 8pm, after most of the office had left for the day, you finally typed up the last transaction log, sighing with relief and slumping back in your chair for a brief moment before straightening up and smoothing out your plum-colored pencil skirt and white blouse. You flipped open your contact mirror, making sure your pinned-up hair looked acceptable before putting out your cigarette, gathering the pile of papers and log, and knocked on Tommy’s door.

“Come in, Y/N,” Tommy’s voice came through the door and you shivered, already nervous not only to be alone with him but also about the quality of your work. You pulled the door open, closing it behind you and walking up to Tommy’s desk, where he sat in a light grey three-piece suit reading through a folder. A pair of gold spectacles sat neatly on his face, and a cigarette hung loosely from his lips, making your mind wander.

“I have the papers you wanted typed up in the log, Mr. Shelby,” you spoke, clutching the book so tightly in your hand that you had to tell yourself to loosen your grip. “Is there somewhere you’d like me to put them?”

Tommy gestured with his right hand towards the desk, his eyes still trained on the files. “Set them on the desk, and stay.” You complied, standing in front of his desk, and Tommy closed the folder, placing it into a drawer and locking it, taking off his glasses and setting them down on his oak desk. He reached for the work you had completed, flipping through it and letting out a small grunt of approval. “Very good.”

A blush crept across your cheeks. “Thank you, Mr. Shelby,” you responded, trying to focus your mind on something other than the way he would look on top of you.

Tommy set the work aside, eyes now firmly trained on you. “Tell me something, Y/N,” he said, taking a draw from the cigarette in his mouth. “Have you ever been fucked?”

Your mouth dropped open in shock. “Mr. Shelby, I-”

Tommy chuckled, shooting his whiskey and refilling his glass from the bottle on his desk, leaning back in his chair. “I’m not asking if you’re a virgin. I’m asking you if you’ve ever been fucked, properly.”

Your face was a rose pink, and it wasn’t just from the embarrassment. “I don’t know what you mean, Mr. Shelby-”

“I think you do.” Tommy smirked at you, ice blue eyes tracing your figure. The heat between the two of you was practically unbearable, and you had to remind yourself to keep breathing.

“No, not really,” you whispered, thighs clenched together as your eyes met Tommy’s.

Tommy smiled, almost deviously. “I didn’t think so,” he said, taking another drag and putting the cigarette out as he stood, coming around his desk and leaning back against it, eyes still fixed on you. “Do you want to be?”

You almost couldn’t believe the words you were hearing. Yet, Tommy was here, in front of you, asking if you wanted to be fucked by him. “Yes.” The answer almost fell out of your mouth, and your knees felt weak. Tommy wasted no time in closing the distance between the two of you, pressing you up against the nearest wall as his lips met yours. The feeling of his body against yours was better than you had imagined, and as his hips met yours, you let out a soft moan into his mouth.

“Fuck,” Tommy growled, picking you up by your legs and placing you on his desk, sweeping all the papers off with a sweep of his arm. A glass crashed onto the ground but he didn’t care, tugging his shirt over his shoulders while you removed yours. He pulled you against him roughly as he reconnected his lips with yours, his cock pressed up against your damp underwear. He stopped kissing you to let you pull off your skirt, discarding it somewhere on the floor, leaving you in your black garters and underwear.

“Look at you,” Tommy groaned, palming his cock through his trousers as he stared at your touseled hair and swollen lips and the way you were breathing hard. “All fucking riled up for me already, and I haven’t even gotten you naked yet, aye?”

“Mr. Shelby, please sir,” you whined, eyes widening as you realized what you had just said. Tommy’s eyes, however, darkened as he stepped inches away from you.

“Is that how you want it, huh?” Tommy breathed down your neck and you shivered, his hand gently wrapping around your throat. “You want to be fucked on the boss’s desk?” He reached his other hand down to cup your cunt. You squirmed in protest, pushing yourself against his hand as he chuckled darkly.

“You going to be a good girl for me?” Tommy cajoled, pressing his palm against your clit. You moaned, nodding vigorously as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. He pulled your panties down, ripping your garters off and slipped a finger inside of you, making you cry out in response and clench around his fingers. He quickly joined that finger with another, pumping them in and out of you.

“Oh fuck,” you cried as you felt your release approaching. “Oh God, I’m gonna cum..”

“Cum for me then, pretty girl. Make a mess for me, yeah?” Tommy growled into your ear as you came all over his fingers. Tommy chuckled as you caught your breath, bringing his fingers to his mouth.

“God, you’re sweet,” he murmured, his eyes blown out with lust. Your breath hitched at his words and you kissed him, tasting yourself on his tongue. He pushed your back against the desk, unbuckling his pants and pulling out his cock before running the tip of it against your wet core.

“Please..” You squirmed against him in an attempt to get him to comply.

Tommy smirked. “What is it you want, huh?” You moaned in response, hips rocking up. Tommy’s hand made his way to your neck, holding it firmly yet not hard enough to bruise. “I wanna hear you say it, sweetheart. Maybe then I’ll give it to you.”

“Sir, please,” you cried out, hips still undulating. “I want your cock inside me.”

Tommy’s eyes dilated and he pushed himself inside of you, snapping his hips against yours at an unbelievable pace. Your eyes rolled back into your head and you were seeing stars, but you wanted everything he was willing to give you. He hadn’t even claimed you, yet you were already his. Your moans echoed throughout the office as he fucked you faster, your hands gripping at the desk, then scratching at his back. He didn’t seem to care about the marks, as he buried his face in your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. You felt yourself coming close to the edge once again, and you tipped your head back, crying out as Tommy fucked you through your second, third, and fourth orgasm. He had you over the desk, up against the wall, even on the chair, and you didn’t care. You wanted it just as badly as he did. Finally, Tommy had you on your back on the couch, hand around your neck as he fucked you. Your eyes flickered up to meet his as you gasped.

“Please come in me, sir,” you gasped as Tommy grunted, setting an unrelenting pace.

“You’re mine,” he growled as he fucked into you. “Every inch. If I catch anyone here even looking at you, I swear to God, I’ll fucking kill them. You belong to me now, yeah?” He panted.

“I’m all yours,” you moaned at the thought.

“Mine,” he groaned, his cock twitching before he released inside of you, cum dripping down the backs of your thighs. It felt dirty, but you didn’t care. Tommy Shelby could make a mess of you in front of the entire World’s Fair and you wouldn’t protest.

After a moment of delirious silence, Tommy stood, lighting a cigarette and offering one to you. You took it graciously as he sat next to you, leaning back into the crushed velvet.

“So,” he said, blue eyes looking into yours, “I ripped your garters.” He reached into his discarded pants’ pocket, pulling out a 10 pound note from a huge stack and offering it to you.

“So you can buy new ones,” he spoke, taking a drag from his cigarette.

You accepted it, taking a drag from your cigarette. “So, would this make me a whore now?”

Tommy chuckled. “We’re all whores, Y/N. We just sell different parts.” He took a puff from his cigarette, exhaling softly. “But now, you’re with me. You’re going to have to get used to nicer things, yeah?” His eyes traced your figure before coming back to yours, smiling softly.

“If you say so, Mr. Shelby,” you smiled shyly before putting your cigarette out in the ashtray on the table and retrieving your discarded clothing from around the room, putting it on one piece at a time. You could feel Tommy’s eyes on you as he drank from his glass, and you liked it. Before you could start to make your way to the door, Tommy quickly pressed you up against his desk in a passionate kiss.

He broke the kiss, smirking slightly. “I’ll call you tomorrow, yeah?”

You looked up at him inquisitively. “But I haven’t even given you my number.”

Tommy grinned. “Don’t worry, darling, I’ll get it,” he said, eyes drifting after your figure as you headed for the door. Before you left, you looked up into his ice blue eyes. “Goodnight, Mr. Shelby,” you smiled.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Tommy responded. You closed the door behind you, taking a deep breath after you left his office, already craving his touch on you again.

Tommy Shelby was going to be the goddamn death of you.

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palaceofpassion · 2 years ago

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Onaholes could be a trap Spike, when you consider how magic might be put on them, portals and all that... Or does that turn you on more???

So, I decided, I'm going full on smutty. Usually I try to keep some semblance of a story when it comes to these things. But well, this one will be porn for porn! With a smidge of plot, so everyone's free game!

"I uhm... well you see..."

Spike's claws clacked together, his body fidgeting as the idea of mating with his cousin passed through his head. "That..." That was a bad idea! Not only was she married, she also had a daughter and... she was his cousin! And it was wrong... yet he couldn't argue against the growing arousal.

"Well Spike..."

Twilight had come up to him, examining another one they'd gotten. This one with a rounder butt that neither had recognized. Of course they wouldn't, they'd never seen sunny butt~, "This one is definitely rigged... I'd advise not to use it."

Twilight was supportive of her little brother, and for once he was getting attention, the good kind. Not the, I'm scared of the dragon kind! And better yet, he hadn't gone on a hormonal raping rampage... which she admitted was something she thought could have happened...

"Thanks Twi!"

"No problem... so... you've grown a bit... huh!"

"TWI!"

"What?! I'm still a woman!"

He blushed profusely as he stared at his big sister. "Come on you're a big boy now! Well Drake, it's fine, it's fine..."

Though he'd been embarrassed, he'd noticed the way that his sister had started to fidget.

"And I'm sure that those urges are getting the better of you... but I want you to be careful okay? You're an adult, and you can choose who you have fun with... but remember, Dragon's are incredibly potent. Especially if they take a mare..."

Her caramel skin, seemed to have a potent sheen to it, a gentle glimmer that allured his attention. Had she always been so... deliciously delectable?

"Right... right..."

Twilight wasn't sure where she was going with.

"And who knows whose sending you want... and I know you're really pent up a lot of the time, dragon genes." She used air quotes for the last part.

"So just stay safe..."

"Or... you could help me?"

He wasn't sure where that had come from but... maybe it was the way that a bead of sweat had run down her neck, meeting the curves of her generous bust? Or the way she'd wiggled her hips, pressing them against her and it was a bad idea, this wasn't going to...

"I'll wear a mask?"

___

FashionPassion: Oh Celestia! Damn it!

Melodystrings: That's unfortunate, she got first dibs...

QueenofAll:...

PrincessofLove: Boo! And I was going to visit soon, oh well~ Let's rrecord this shall we?

The chat had been ablaze with comments, mixture of horny and jealousy, sometimes a little of both at the same time.

WHy?

Well that was because Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of friendship, and Spike the Dragon the Ambassador of The kingdom, were currently doubled over on one another.; Lips pressed together, Twilights legs pulled up, her back curled slightly inwards. And Spike between her legs, his hips jacking into her, harder faster, stronger than he'd done with the toy!

His claws were firmly dug into her flesh, lodged in refusing to let go as he violated his own sister!

Their hips moved, bodies intertwined together. Neither were even paying attention to the camera.

Despite her decision to wear a mask, it had been slightly shifted upwards the second Spike had been even remotely close to her face. Thick ropes of saliva ran down her cheeks as they practically devoured one another.

Her dark skin rippled, little wave sof flesh bouncing every time he crashed into her.

Her virgin hole had been torn asunder, taken by her younger brother.

Thankfully he'd enough control to extend one of his members, she wouldn't have been able to handle both of them at the same time!

She felt her insides churn as the perfectly ribbed cock scraped against her insides. There was no way a stallions dick could ever compare to a dragon! This was made for breeding! It was made for the purpose of setting off a females intense desire to mate!

She was losing her mind, her muscles tightening as he unleashed a thick load inside of her! Her magic sputtering, but holding enough to keep herself protected! She knew this was dangerous, and the warning wasn't just for the sake of pregnancy either! The feeling of him still throbbing inside, releasing and unloading more globs of white hot cum, was a feeling that was way too addicting! A normal non Alicorn mare would have broken instantly! And she was barely on that edge.

"Oh... oh Celestia that was..."

Spike nuzzled into Twilight, even as her fingers ran through his hair. Again thei kissed, barely ever breaking their pact~

The stream had hit an all time high that one.

#o!spike #o!twilight #ponlyfans

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le deux, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: One rebel from the waist down plus Jeon Jungkook in a sleeveless tee equals two in the back of a car, fucking like animals as Jungkook takes pictures of it all on your phone. Per your request, of course.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; smut (fem reader, semi-public (car) sex, photography/filming of sex, m-receiving oral, cowgirl); non-idol!BTS; reader has a dimple and Jungkook’s inner monologue is basically in love with it; PWP? you decide happy jungkook day! :D 2021.01.09

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Jeon Jungkook thought he knew what he was getting into, but he sure as hell didn’t.

When he stepped through the gate, he thought, damn, it’s awesome that so many girls decided to wear such skimpy clothes to a rock concert. He figured he’d see some bouncing titty, flashes of ass, maybe the loss of some underwear because the lead singer was hot as hell. Dude was ripped and tattooed like nobody’s business. Dream body for Jungkook, to be honest.

If only his mom would let him get that many tattoos.

The right sleeve was already pushing it though. He’d have to ease her into it slowly.

Jungkook had gone alone, because his friends weren’t really into rock the way he was, but that was fine with him. He liked being able to enjoy himself without thinking too much about other’s opinions, even if they were his friends. Got to wear a sleeveless band shirt, tight black jeans, left his long black hair in a half-ponytail, and decorated his wrists with silver bracelets. He would have been more covered up if he was with his friends – didn’t want to make them jealous with all the stares he was getting with his tattooed right arm, after all.

And my body in general, he thought amusedly.

If he was younger, Jungkook would have been shyer about leaving himself so exposed like this, but he wasn’t, so instead he merely gave the stares a cocky smirk.

What was the point of working out if he couldn’t show it off a little?

He spied his seat and noticed there wasn’t anyone sitting right next to him yet. Odd. He had purchased relatively close seat and the concert was sold out. Hm. Well, maybe he should get some beer before it started.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her.

She was dressed like every other girl at the concert; smokey eyes, dark lips, black choker, shredded black crop top with an equally short fishnet shirt under it, pleated black miniskirt with silver buttons. A black strap over her chest. Knee-high black boots with buckles running all the way up her calf. Bare thighs and naked waist on display. Nice.

But that wasn’t why he paused.

He paused because she had a tattoo.

A single tattoo of black script around her waist. Her body was facing him, tilting her head at her phone, then looking down at the floor, at the seat row numbers. The tattoo was in English and Jungkook could read, a rebel. She turned, facing her left, and looked up, counting the stairs. He realized the black strap connected to a clear waist bag that she was wearing on her back. She twisted a little so he got a good view of her back, the part where it trimmed down to the curve of her round, perky ass.

from the waist down.

Holy shit.

She had a rebel from the waist down tattooed around her midriff.

His eyebrows rose so far up into his forehead in shock that he didn’t even realize she was crawling over the people to her seat. She had black, pointed nails and silver chains draped over the back of her hands. A charming smirk, dimple flashing as she apologized for bumping into people. None of them seemed to mind, probably because her skirt was flipping up and revealing the strappy black velvet panties she was wearing. She seemed not to notice.

She plopped herself into her seat and grinned, checking her phone again. She had a black case with a nine-pointed star on it. Held her phone up and took a selfie with that killer smile, her tongue between her lips.

With a start, Jungkook realized she was sitting in his seat.

“Hey, you’re sitting in my seat.”

She sat up and looked around, counting down the row. “Aw shit, you’re right. Sorry.”

She got up and flopped into the seat next to him. Jungkook sat down, careful with his beer and water bottle. The chair was still warm from her body heat. That would have bothered him if he wasn’t staring at her open legs. She sat unapologetically, man-spreading in her seat, thighs laid out like a five-star buffet.

If she asked, Jungkook would gladly partake in said buffet.

Her hands were holding her phone and she tucked her tongue in between her teeth as she typed furiously, nails clacking against the glass, lowering the phone to her lap. A long text exchange was visible on the screen.

“Argument?” Jungkook pondered out loud.

She chuckled darkly. “More like, ‘I ain’t sitting on your dick for any amount of money, you piece of shit, leave me alone.’ You think men could get the fucking hint.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow even though she wasn’t looking at him. “Block him?”

She scratched her chin, sending the message. “I would, but if I do, my parents are going to have a fit. They’re trying to set me up with him.”

The show was almost starting. He could hear the instruments warming up.

“What are you gonna do about it?”

She raised her head and grinned at him. Her right dimple winked at him with her smirk. Damn. Jungkook loved dimples.

“Me? The same thing as I always do. Find someone to fuck and send him pictures.”

So that’s why Jeon Jungkook was in the back of this random woman’s car, gasping as he was getting the best head of his life.

And struggling to take a picture of it.

“Holy shit,” he hissed, one of his hands hitting the glass of the car window as she took him deeper, tongue running underneath the length, hips swaying, her waist tattoo clearly in his vision. a rebel from the waist down. She had told him her name earlier, maybe when they were making out in the concert seats halfway through the show, maybe when they were practically dry humping each other by the end of the concert. Not the way Jungkook thought he was ending this particular event and he would probably buy another ticket so he could actually listen to the songs properly.

The head of his cock was jammed in the back of her throat, continually being squeezed by her tight, wet vice.

Jungkook wasn’t complaining though, if you get his drift.

Her eyes flickered up and she smirked around his cock, right dimple appearing as her tongue slid out from her plump lips and curled around the base.

Jungkook snapped a photo.

“Fuck, that’s sexy,” he mumbled, turning the screen around to show her. She chuckled low in her throat, vibrating the head of his cock. Rutted him a few more times, making him moan at the euphoric sensation.

She removed her mouth and he almost whimpered, but she was speaking and he was listening, staring at her dimple and glistening pink lips.

“You’re good at taking pictures, Jungkook,” she murmured. “Get one of me on your balls.”

She lowered her head, lifting his cock. Black nails, silver chains, and long fingers wrapping around his stiff length, lifting his wet cock and placing her tongue onto his balls. His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. Fuck, he had never felt a better tongue, swiping back and forth, getting the full expanse of his balls as her other hand came up to smush them against her lips. He sucked in a breath and spread his thighs more, seeing saliva drip down, hitting the black towel she had spread out in her backseat.

Evidently, she had planned this shit.

Jungkook lifted her phone and pressed the circular button.

Her eyes flickered up at him again, smirk on display, tongue fully extended and smacking his balls back and forth, jiggling them with the wet pink tip. Hand firmly gripping his cock. The moans coming out of him could rival the best porn out there. His chest was shuddering, his sleeveless shirt forgotten and crumpled in her front passenger’s seat – he couldn’t really remember how it got there to be honest – and his pants were balled up around his knees, making this somewhat uncomfortable but also hot as hell.

Jungkook snuck a glance at her phone and realized he was taking a fucking video the entire time instead of a photo. Shit. He furrowed his brows and stopped it, switching back to photo mode, and took a picture the second she swallowed one of his balls in her mouth.

“Fuck!”

He nearly dropped the phone on her face as she sucked, eyes sparkling with mirth, doing some kind of crazy figure-eight maneuver with her tongue as he lowered his hand, gasping for breath as she pulled her head back and forth, jerking him slowly at the same time.

“I… might have taken a video,” Jungkook panted out, head tipping back and staring at the ceiling of her car as she switched sides, sucking harder and tonguing more intensely, back and forth, up and down, so wet he was losing his mind.

She hummed onto his fucking nuts and he almost exploded into her hand.

His hips rose involuntarily and the base of his cock smacked her in the nose. She had the audacity to laugh, releasing his balls, spit dripping down her chin. She cleaned it off with her forearm, also letting go of his cock.

“Let me see,” she chuckled, wiping her hand on the towel before grabbing her phone from him. Replayed the video. His own moans filled the car, far too fucking loud. Jungkook’s cheeks heated with embarrassment as she planted her warm, clothed pussy onto his naked thigh, bouncing on it as she gleefully watched herself making out with his balls.

“Nice. I like it,” she chuckled.

“You’re crazy,” Jungkook snickered. And she was, but this was also fun too.

The dimple came back. “Want me to sit on your cock?”

Fuck yeah, he did. “Least you can do for me, since I provided such excellent service.”

She lifted her hips from his thigh and handed him her phone back. Took the two sides of her strappy velvet panties and pulled down. His eyes widened seeing the long string of juices from the black velvet to her crotch, snapping against her thigh, the strong scent of arousal so apparent it suddenly dominated all others.

“Someone is gonna see you,” he breathed, seeing the reflection of her ass clearly in the window, in view of the vehicles around them. People were in their cars, waiting to leave. Maybe some of them were watching this crazy woman jumping on his dick. The thought made him smirk.

She reached over to the center of the car and pulled out a condom from the cup holder.

This woman was definitely insane and Jungkook was loving it.

She grinned back at him, ripping it open right in front of his face. Lowered her hands and rolled it down on his throbbing cock. He exhaled in satisfaction, watching her ass lower and slide her pussy to him, lifting her skirt so he could see. Clean shaven. Probably for the pictures. Damn. That was a pretty pussy, and she was soaking wet.

“You like me that much?” Jungkook teased.

She pressed the head against her glistening slit and placed her tongue in between her teeth, dimple reappearing.

“Fuck yeah. You’re hot as hell.”

He didn’t expect her to say that. His ears burned and his cock pulsed with need. He also didn’t expect her to shove his cock into her that roughly either, jerking her hips into his and pressing down. She chuckled at his breathless gasp, settling her thighs against his waist.

“Take a picture for me,” she purred. “Gonna show him how deep I can take your big cock, Jungkook.”

Did he have a big dick? He knew he was bigger than average for sure, but it wasn’t like he measured and compared sizes on the daily. Also, he tended to get bigger and harder the hornier he was and right now he was maximum aroused because her pussy was clenching around his dick, burying it all the way up to the tightest, deepest parts of her wet hole.

“You’re choking him,” Jungkook chuckled as she gave him a particularly tight squeeze. His cock throbbed in delight.

“Death by pussy can’t be that bad,” she teased. Her chain covered hand nudged his hand holding her phone. “Come on.”

He lifted the phone and she raised her skirt once again, letting him see. God, it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life.

“Should I take off my shirt?” she asked.

Jungkook made his dick jerk inside her and she moaned deliciously.

“Nah, he doesn’t deserve titties.”

She leaned back, pulling her skirt high and Jungkook took the shot of their joined thighs, her viscous juices shiny and smeared all over his crotch. Man, it had been a great idea to work out until he got that v-line. Matched perfectly with hers.

He turned it around and she bit her lip, grinning wide, dimple indented in her right cheek. Jungkook was beginning to become a fucking sucker for that dimple. He wanted to cause all kinds of trouble just to see it over and over.

“A rebel from the waist down, eh?”

The dimple stayed as she laughed.

“It’s a little bit of a lie,” she said mischievously as she began to roll her hips into his. “Because I’m definitely a rebel from the waist up too.” Her tongue extended, long, so fucking long and wet, almost touching past the midpoint of her chin.

Goddamn, Jungkook was glad he attended this concert.

She put it back into her mouth and began to fuck him hard, putting her back into it and smacking their hips together loudly, rocking the car a little, but at this point Jungkook was ready to go to jail for indecent exposure, head thrown back in her backseat, groaning as he felt her squeeze him with every descent, so wet that he felt like he was going to slip out while also feeling every contour of her pussy clamping down on him. He placed her phone on the seat and grabbed her thighs, sinking his fingers into her softness, drunk on the feeling, moaning her name as she used him like her favorite dildo.

“Ah, Jungkook,” she panted, smirk still on her lips. “You have a great cock. Glad I picked you.”

His eyes lowered, watching her through his lashes, seeing her smug expression. “I’m honored.”

She snickered. “Pretty face, hot body. Down to fuck.” That dimple. “I got lucky.”

Me too, he thought.

She placed her hands on his, sliding them up to her waist.

“Can you fuck me from below? Bet you’re great at it.”

He grinned and slammed his hips into her dripping heat. She moaned wantonly, grabbing his shoulders as he pounded her from below, feeling her clench and squirm, her walls spasming and juices leaking down his balls.

“A-ah, fuck,” he gasped, closing his eyes as he felt it. She must have orgasmed, but was too breathless to say as her nails dug into his shoulders, pushing her hips down as he jerked them up, meeting his thrusts over and over.

“Fuck, you’re so strong,” she breathed, pussy clenching again, splattering more onto his thighs, whole body shivering in his hands as she threw her head back, moaning his name. It sounded positively sinful from her lips and he loved it. The towel under them was soaked with bodily fluids and most of it was hers.

“Ugh, you feel so good,” Jungkook panted. “So fucking good when you cum for me, fuck, I thought girls couldn’t orgasm that easily on dick.”

She chuckled deep in her throat, bringing her head back and looking down at him, hair falling all around her shoulders, plump lower lip in her teeth. Fuck, her face was so fucking pretty.

Pretty fucking naughty too.

“Can’t speak for other girls, but I do love getting railed by a hot guy with a big cock,” she purred, licking her lips. “And you’re so hot you could spark a match.”

Was it possible to get harder because of a damn compliment? Because that was happening to Jeon Jungkook right now, his jaw clenching as he grinned, fucking her harder, deeper, bouncing her on his dick unashamedly, definitely catching someone’s attention out there because of how deliciously she was moaning for him, telling him how good it felt as her pussy violently massaged his entire length.

“Yes, yes, ah, Jungkook, your cock is so fucking good…”

It was getting to his head, shooting down to his spine, coiling tighter and tighter, smashing his hips into her tight, wet hole, every muscle on fire and vibrating with pleasure, her name falling from his lips repeatedly, feeling so good doing something so bad, pleasure so intense he barely heard someone honk their car horn cheerfully at their fucking.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum, fuck!”

He shot into the condom with a fierce jerk, filling it completely as she gasped, pussy tightening and throbbing around him as his crotch was soaked again, exhaling hotly into his face as she came with a shudder of his name, big smile on her lips.

Absolutely the best car sex Jungkook had ever had in his entire life.

She collapsed against him, pressing her hot cheek against his.

“I think someone honked at us,” she laughed, a little raspy from moaning so much.

Jungkook wrapped his hands around her waist, kneading it. “Cheering for me and my dick, I bet.”

She reached down and felt for her phone.

“You really gonna send him those pics?” Jungkook asked, panting from exertion.

“Do you not want me to?” Her tone had a hint of concern. “You’re in them too, so I won’t if you’re not down.”

He chuckled. “Just send him the one of you holding my dick and licking my balls.”

She held the condom down as she got off him, laughing. “Damn, how cruel. Showing off your big dick like that. You’re trouble, Jungkook.”

Jungkook looked over to his left. She sat down next to him, pressing her body close to his. Thigh against thigh, shoulder against shoulder. Dimple clearly visible because of her mischievous smirk. He leaned over and kissed it. He just had to. Her eyebrow raised, smirk turning into a pleased smile.

He grinned.

“That makes the two of us, doesn’t it?”

Her eyes darted around the rapidly vacating parking lot. Then they came back to his face, her lips curving into a grin to match his.

“Damn, I’m so lucky to have met you, Jeon Jungkook.”

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