#It's not quite right but it's close enough

[jupiterpilgrim]

Right to Use

Wonyoung x Seulgi x Irene x Ningning x Male Reader

word count: 11K

commissioned fic

The airport is chaos. Fans scream, flashbulbs pop, bodies press against barriers, and you’re the immovable force that keeps Wonyoung and the rest of IVE untouchable. Your black suit stretches over your frame, custom-tailored to accommodate your towering height and sheer size. Even your presence alone is enough to make people think twice about stepping out of line. But today, none of that really matters because Wonyoung, fresh off a tour, is the epicenter of it all, and you're not even sure she realizes how effortlessly she commands attention.

She’s dressed in a deceptively casual outfit that still looks like it was made to drive people insane. A cropped hoodie, pale pink, with the hem cut just above her slim waist, showing off the flawless skin of her toned stomach. High-waisted, ripped skinny jeans hug her legs, emphasizing the length and subtle curve of her thighs. On her feet, white sneakers—clean, of course. Wonyoung doesn’t do anything halfway, not even casualwear. Her long, dark hair cascades over her shoulders, catching the airport lights like silk. Sunglasses cover most of her face, but not the smirk playing on her lips, subtle enough for everyone but you to miss.

The other members follow close behind, but the crowd noise isn’t quite the same for them. Wonyoung, as usual, owns the moment. She’s radiant, untouchable. But then, of course, her attention cuts through the chaos and lands on you. She doesn’t even need to say a word. A flick of her wrist, a sly grin—you know she’s up to something.

The group splits into vehicles after the airport chaos. The plan, as always, is to keep things orderly. Most of the group piles into a sleek black van, a fortress of tinted glass and soundproof insulation. Wonyoung is supposed to ride in her private car, a glossy white Benz with plush leather interiors, a driver at the ready. You’re assigned to the main group, of course, although your priority is actually Wonyoung, you have to pretend in front of the cameras that your work is dedicated to the whole group. But as you move toward your designated car, her voice—clear, sweet, unmistakably commanding—cuts through the air.

“Oppa. Come here.”

She’s leaning against the door of her Benz, her sunglasses lowered just enough to reveal her big, doll-like eyes. They flicker with mischief.

You hesitate. Rules are rules, and being in the same vehicle with her is pushing boundaries that you’re not supposed to cross, even for someone like her. “Ms. Jang,” you start, but she cuts you off with a tilt of her head and a raised eyebrow.

“Do I have to repeat myself?”

The way she says it isn’t loud, but it’s got that edge, that bratty little tone that says she knows exactly how much control she has over you—and she enjoys it.

Reluctantly, you move toward her car, sliding into the front passenger seat as the door shuts behind you. The air inside the vehicle feels different the moment you’re in it, charged, almost electric. The driver glances at you in the rearview mirror but doesn’t say anything; he knows better.

Wonyoung sits in the backseat, legs crossed, her phone in her lap. She doesn’t say much at first, just glances at you every so often, her lips curled into the smallest of smiles. You can feel her eyes on you, even when you’re not looking. It’s unnerving, the way she toys with you without even saying a word.

The city blurs by outside, neon signs and skyscrapers flashing through the tinted windows. She stretches her legs out lazily, her sneakers brushing against the back of your seat. “You’re quiet,” she says finally, her voice soft but teasing. “Something on your mind?”

“No,” you reply quickly, but you don’t look back at her. You can feel her smirking again.

“You’re a bad liar, oppa.”

The rest of the ride is tense, her presence looming behind you like a shadow. You’ve worked for her long enough to know when she’s scheming something, and tonight she’s practically radiating trouble. By the time you arrive at her apartment building, you’re desperate to put some distance between the two of you.

The car rolls to a stop in the underground garage, and you open the door, stepping out quickly. “Goodnight, Ms. Jang,” you say, keeping your tone professional.

But before you can turn to leave, you feel her hand on your arm. Her grip is surprisingly firm for someone so delicate-looking.

“Come inside,” she says, her voice low but insistent.

You glance around, paranoid that someone might see the two of you together. “Ms. Jang, I don’t think that’s—”

“I wasn’t asking,” she interrupts, her eyes locking onto yours. There’s no room for argument in her tone.

“Someone might see us,” you hiss, still trying to keep some semblance of professionalism.

“And? Let them,” she says with a shrug. Her fingers curl around your wrist, and she tugs you toward the elevator. Her strength isn’t enough to move you, not really, but the way she looks at you—like she’s daring you to disobey—makes your resolve falter.

The elevator ride is silent, the tension between you growing thicker with every floor you ascend. She stands close to you, closer than she needs to, her arm brushing against yours. You can smell her perfume, something floral and expensive, and it only adds to the strange energy buzzing in the air.

When the elevator doors slide open, she steps out first, her sneakers making soft thuds against the polished floor. She doesn’t look back to see if you’re following—she knows you are.

Inside the penthouse, the apartment is exactly what you’d expect: sleek, modern, and outrageously expensive. Floor-to-ceiling windows offer a breathtaking view of the city, the lights twinkling like a sea of stars. She kicks off her sneakers near the door and pads barefoot across the marble floor, leaving you standing awkwardly near the entrance.

“You can relax, you know,” she says, glancing over her shoulder at you. “It’s just us.”

“That’s kind of the problem,” you mutter under your breath, but she hears you.

She laughs—a soft, melodic sound that somehow makes you even more uneasy. “You’re funny, oppa.”

She moves to the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water. As she drinks, her eyes stay on you, the corners of her mouth twitching like she’s trying not to smile. You can tell she’s enjoying this—making you squirm, testing your limits.

“Go take a shower,” she says.

You hesitate, standing there like an idiot, unsure if you’re supposed to argue or just do as you’re told. Before you can decide, she sets the water bottle down with a soft clink and starts walking toward you. Her bare feet make no sound on the polished floor.

She stops just inches away, close enough that you can see the faint sheen of sweat on her skin, the way her chest rises and falls with each breath.

“Why are you so tense?” she asks, her voice soft but laced with that familiar teasing edge. Her hand reaches out, her fingers brushing lightly against your chest, the touch so light it’s almost maddening.

You swallow hard, your throat dry. “I’m not—”

“Liar,” she interrupts, her lips curling into that bratty smirk you know too well. Her hand lingers, her fingertips tracing a slow, deliberate line down your sternum. “Relax, oppa. It’s just us.”

Just us.

Like that makes it any less overwhelming.

—

The steaming water cascades over your shoulders, washing away the tension from the chaotic day. You’d followed Wonyoung’s orders begrudgingly—obedience had become second nature—but something about her tone earlier, that little twist of mischief in her voice, left you uneasy.

The faint sound of a door opening makes you freeze mid-rinse. You tilt your head, water streaming down your face, straining to hear. Voices. Feminine, light laughter filtering through the penthouse. It’s not just Wonyoung’s voice.

You turn off the shower, tension coiling in your gut. "Just us." Yeah, you should have known she was lying. Your eyes dart to the bathroom corner, where your clothes are neatly laid out—your suit jacket, shirt, tie, underwear and pants. You grab the white button-down shirt first, the fabric still slightly damp from the steam, and quickly pull it on, leaving it unbuttoned at the top. The underwear comes next, and then finally the pants. You step into them hastily, not bothering with the belt as you fasten the button and zipper.

You adjust the shirt, the damp fabric clinging to your skin, then you take a deep breath before stepping out of the bathroom. The tension in your chest doesn’t ease, but you push it down, bracing yourself for whatever—or whoever—is waiting for you outside.

The moment you round the corner into the living room, you stop dead in your tracks.

Sitting on Wonyoung’s couch, perched like queens on a throne, are three women you’d recognize anywhere. Ning Yizhuo, Irene Bae, and Kang Seulgi.

You’ve seen them before, of course—on stages, on magazine covers, in advertisements plastered across half of Seoul.

They’re not dressed like idols here. Ning wears a skin-tight black crop top that shows off her toned stomach, paired with the shortest pair of denim shorts you’ve ever seen. Irene is in a silky red slip dress that hugs her curves and ends scandalously high on her thighs, the thin straps showing off her delicate shoulders. Seulgi leans back lazily in a sleek leather skirt and a sheer white blouse, the lacy black bra underneath making no effort to hide itself.

And they’re all staring at you.

For a moment, no one speaks. Ning is the first to break the silence, her dark eyes raking over you before she whistles low. “Wow. You weren’t kidding, Wonyoung. He’s massive.”

Irene tilts her head slightly, her lips curving into a small, intrigued smile. “He looks even taller in person.”

Seulgi arches an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping over you appraisingly. “And broader.”

Wonyoung, sitting cross-legged in an oversized chair to the side, looks thoroughly pleased with herself. She’s still in her airport outfit, but now her hoodie is off, leaving her in just the cropped tank top beneath. Her bare midriff gleams under the soft light, and her legs are folded neatly beneath her, the picture of bratty satisfaction.

“I told you, didn’t I?” she says, her tone dripping with pride. “Oppa’s huge. Almost 6 feet 7 inches tall. Taller than anyone else on staff. Stronger, too.”

The way she says it, casual and deliberate, makes your stomach tighten. The girls aren’t just looking at you—they’re devouring you with their eyes. Hungry doesn’t even begin to cover it.

You clear your throat, trying to ignore the heat crawling up your neck. “What’s going on here?” you ask, your voice firm but cautious.

Wonyoung smiles innocently, though there’s nothing innocent about the way her fingers drum against the arm of her chair. “I told the girls about you,” she says simply.

“Told them what?”

“That my parents hired you as my personal bodyguard and that you must fulfill every one of my wishes. In other words, I've told them that you're mine.” she replies, her tone playful but undeniably possessive. “But I don’t mind sharing. Sometimes.”

Irene’s smile widens slightly, and she leans forward, her elbows resting on her knees. “You’re hers, huh?” she says, her voice smooth and teasing. “That explains a lot.”

“Like what?” you snap.

“Like why she kept talking about how we had to meet you,” Ning chimes in. She crosses her legs, one foot swinging idly in the air as her eyes trace the line of your shoulders down to your chest. “I thought she was exaggerating. But now I get it.”

Seulgi smirks, leaning back into the couch with a casual grace. “So, what’s the plan, Wonyoung? I'm quite excited.”

Wonyoung’s grin turns wicked. She leans back in her chair, her head tilting to one side as she regards you with a glint in her eye. “Tonight,” she says, “we’re going to have fun. We'll use and abuse my hot beefcake."

Your instincts scream at you to leave, to shut this down before it spirals into something you can’t control. But Wonyoung is watching you, her expression daring you to refuse her. She’s always been good at getting what she wants, and tonight, it’s clear she’s not taking no for an answer.

Wonyoung doesn’t waste a second. “Alright, let’s go,” she says with a casual authority, waving the others toward the bedroom. She strides past you, but not before delivering a sharp slap to your ass.

“Keep up, oppa,” she teases, her tone dripping with mockery.

Behind her, the other girls burst into laughter, their voices mingling in a chorus of amusement and anticipation. Ning hides her smile behind her hand, Irene smirks knowingly, and Seulgi outright grins.

You trail behind them, heart hammering in your chest as the tension in the air thickens with every step. They lead you to Wonyoung’s bedroom—a sprawling, luxurious space dominated by an enormous bed with plush white linens. Soft, golden light spills from a modern chandelier above, casting everything in a warm glow.

Wonyoung sits you down on the edge of the bed, her hands firm on your shoulders as she climbs into your lap. Her weight is featherlight, but the way she looks at you—her lips curling into a bratty smile, her dark eyes glittering with mischief—feels impossibly heavy.

“Alright, girls,” she says, turning her head slightly to address the others. “You can get started.”

There’s no hesitation. Irene is the first to move, her hands reaching for the thin straps of her dress. The silky fabric slides down her shoulders and pools at her feet, revealing delicate lace lingerie that clings to her petite frame. She moves with practiced grace, her confidence radiating from every step she takes closer to you.

Seulgi is next, unbuttoning her sheer blouse with quick, eager fingers. Her bra—simple but black and striking—contrasts beautifully with her smooth skin. Her leather skirt follows, dropping to reveal toned legs and a curve to her hips that makes your mouth dry.

Ning hesitates, her fingers toying nervously with the hem of her crop top. She glances at Wonyoung, who gives her a reassuring smile, before finally pulling it off. Her shorts follow shortly after, leaving her in pastel underwear that’s almost as shy as her expression. But there’s a flicker of curiosity in her eyes, a quiet hunger that draws her closer, step by step.

You sit frozen at first, unsure of how to react, but your body betrays you. As the girls strip, you feel your cock stir to life, growing harder with each layer of clothing that hits the floor.

Wonyoung notices immediately. Her lips curve into a satisfied smirk, and she shifts slightly on your lap, her hips brushing against the bulge straining in your pants. “Enjoying the show, oppa?” she asks, her tone teasing but unmistakably smug.

You hesitate, the words catching in your throat, but finally, you nod. “…Yeah.”

She laughs softly, leaning in until her lips are inches from yours. “Good. Because tonight, we’re going to use you until we’re satisfied.”

Her words send a shiver down your spine, and before you can respond, her mouth captures yours in a kiss. Her lips are soft but demanding, and she tastes faintly of sweet lip balm and something darker, more intoxicating.

As Wonyoung deepens the kiss, you feel hands on your shoulders, your chest, your arms. The other girls are closing in, their fingers exploring your muscles, tracing the lines of your skin like they can’t believe you’re real.

Irene’s touch is the most deliberate, her fingers trailing over your chest with an almost clinical precision, like she’s cataloging every ridge and dip. Seulgi’s hands are bolder, sliding over your biceps and squeezing as she lets out a low whistle. “Holy shit,” she murmurs. “How are you this big?”

Ning is more hesitant, her fingers brushing lightly over your forearm before retreating, only to return moments later, bolder each time. She doesn’t say anything, but the way her eyes dart over you betrays her curiosity.

Wonyoung shifts on your lap again, grinding against you just enough to make you groan softly into her mouth. She pulls back, her lips glossy and swollen, and looks down between the two of you, where your cock is straining painfully against your pants.

Her grin widens. “Looks like oppa’s ready for the real fun to start.”

She stands, slipping off your lap with a grace that leaves you breathless, and gestures for the other girls to gather around. They drop to their knees without a word, their eyes fixed on you with a mix of hunger and anticipation.

Wonyoung steps between them, her hands deftly moving to the button of your pants. She looks up at you, her eyes sparkling with amusement and something far darker. “Let’s see what you’re working with.”

Wonyoung doesn’t hesitate, her fingers deftly working at the waistband of your pants, she tugs the fabric down over your hips with an unhurried precision, the smooth motion somehow making the moment feel even more intense.

When the material pools around your ankles, you’re left standing there in nothing but your underwear. The girls’ eyes drop immediately, zeroing in on the absurd bulge pressing against the thin, strained fabric.

“Holy shit,” Seulgi breathes out first, her voice almost a whisper. Her dark eyes are wide, and she leans forward slightly, like she’s trying to get a better angle.

“That’s insane,” Ning mutters, her jaw practically hanging open. She bites her bottom lip, eyes darting from Wonyoung to your crotch as though needing confirmation that this isn’t some kind of elaborate joke.

Irene, ever composed, lifts an eyebrow and tilts her head, her gaze locked on the outline of your cock. A small, knowing smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she murmurs, “Wonyoung, you didn’t tell us it was this impressive.”

Wonyoung doesn’t bother hiding her pride. Her lips curl into a smug, bratty grin as she looks up at you from her kneeling position. “Oh, I told you,” she says, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “You just didn’t believe me.”

Her fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear, her touch light but deliberate. She pauses for a split second, letting the anticipation build before pulling them down slowly, like she’s unwrapping the world’s most tempting gift.

And then, it’s out.

The room goes utterly silent, save for the faint rustling of fabric as Wonyoung tosses your underwear aside along with your pants. The girls are frozen, their eyes glued to your cock as it springs free, standing tall and impossibly hard. Thick veins trace its length, accentuating the sheer size of it, and the head is already glistening faintly with precum.

“Jesus Christ,” Ning finally manages to choke out, her voice full of awe and disbelief.

Seulgi doesn’t even try to hide her reaction, letting out a low whistle as her gaze sweeps over you. “No wonder she’s been keeping you all to herself. That’s… I don’t even have words.”

“A little above 12 inches,” Wonyoung says smugly, standing and brushing her hair over her shoulder. “Told you it’s the biggest you’ve ever seen.”

“Biggest doesn’t even cover it,” Irene murmurs, her voice soft but tinged with something darker. Her eyes flick up to meet yours, and there’s an undeniable hunger in her gaze. “It’s perfect.”

Ning reaches out first, her fingers hovering hesitantly over your cock before finally brushing against it. The light, experimental touch sends a shiver up your spine, and you can’t help but let out a soft grunt.

“It’s so warm,” she says, more to herself than anyone else, her hand slowly wrapping around the base.

Irene moves in next, her movements slower but no less curious. She places her hand just above Ning’s, her touch more confident as she gently squeezes the shaft. “How do you even handle this, Wonyoung?” she asks, her tone equal parts amazed and envious.

Wonyoung just laughs, stepping back and folding her arms across her chest as she watches them. “It’s not easy, but I manage. I think practice makes perfect.”

Seulgi joins in, her fingers sliding up to the head. She swirls her thumb over the slick tip, collecting a bead of precum, and smirks as she examines it. “Practice makes perfect, huh? You’re damn lucky is what you are.”

“Damn right I am,” Wonyoung replies, her voice full of pride.

The girls take their time exploring you, their hands moving up and down your cock in slow, deliberate motions as they share it between them. Ning’s grip is firm but hesitant, her strokes experimental as though she’s still trying to wrap her head around the sheer size of you. Irene’s touch is more measured, her fingers tracing the veins with almost clinical precision. Seulgi, meanwhile, is bold and playful, her grip tightening slightly as she strokes you with a confidence that leaves your knees feeling weak.

Wonyoung watches it all with a satisfied smirk, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. “See what I mean?” she says, her tone smug. “I told you he’s perfect.”

“You weren’t kidding,” Ning says, her voice breathless as she gives you another experimental stroke. “This is… I’ve never seen anything like this.”

“None of us have,” Irene murmurs, her voice low as she tightens her grip slightly. Her gaze flicks up to yours, and for a moment, it feels like she’s staring straight into your soul. “Wonyoung, you weren’t lying. You’re incredibly lucky.”

“I know,” Wonyoung replies, her smirk widening.

Seulgi leans in closer, her breath warm against your skin as she runs her tongue along the length of your shaft. The sudden contact makes you groan, and she grins up at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “And now you’re sharing him with us?” she asks Wonyoung, her tone teasing.

“Just for tonight,” Wonyoung says with a shrug, though the playful glint in her eye suggests she’s enjoying this far more than she’s letting on.

Seulgi chuckles, her lips brushing against your cock as she speaks. “Generous of you.”

The three of them work together in perfect, almost synchronized harmony. Ning focuses on the base, her small hands struggling to wrap around you as she strokes you slowly. Irene takes the middle, her movements deliberate and teasing, while Seulgi lavishes attention on the head, her tongue flicking over the sensitive tip before taking you into her mouth.

Wonyoung finally steps forward, brushing past the others to claim her spot. “Alright, girls, don’t forget who he belongs to,” she says.

The moment Wonyoung takes your cock in her mouth, the entire mood of the room shifts. Her lips wrap around you with a confidence that borders on arrogance, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks hard on the head, the warmth of her tongue swirling around it. She doesn’t even flinch at the sheer girth—if anything, she looks pleased, her doll-like eyes flicking up to meet yours with that same bratty.

But it’s not just her anymore. The other girls are right there, hands and mouths eager as they scramble to share whatever they can.

“Damn,” Seulgi mutters under her breath as she wraps a hand around your shaft, just beneath where Wonyoung’s lips are working. “Even with all of us, there’s still so much left.” Her tone is laced with awe, and she strokes the exposed length slowly, her fingers barely meeting as they encircle you.

“You’re telling me,” Ning chimes in, her voice muffled as she leans in to kiss and lick along the base of your cock. She presses her lips against the thick veins, her tongue darting out to trace them experimentally. “I can’t believe this thing’s real.”

Wonyoung pulls back briefly, a trail of saliva connecting her lips to your cock as she catches her breath. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, smirking up at you before glancing over at the others. “You should see him when he’s cumming,” she says, her voice dripping with pride. “It’s insane. He’s like a fucking fountain. You’ll see for yourselves soon enough.”

Her words make Irene pause, her elegant features flushed with heat as she runs her hand slowly along the shaft. “A lot, huh?” she murmurs, almost to herself. Her thumb brushes over the tip, smearing the slick precum that’s already leaking from you. “I can’t even imagine.”

“You won’t have to,” Wonyoung replies, her smirk widening as she moves lower, her lips brushing against your heavy, swollen balls.

The shift in her attention catches you off guard. She cradles your balls in her hands, her thumbs kneading the sensitive skin as she presses gentle kisses against them. Her lips are soft, almost reverent, but the mischievous sparkle in her eyes betrays her true intentions. “God, oppa,” she murmurs, her voice low and sultry. “You’re so full. I bet you’ve been saving it all for me, haven’t you?”

Before you can respond, she opens her mouth wider, taking one of your balls into her mouth. The warmth and wetness make your knees buckle slightly, and you let out a deep groan as she sucks on it gently, her tongue swirling around it.

“Fuck,” Seulgi breathes out, watching the scene unfold with wide eyes. “She’s not kidding. They’re huge.”

“They’re heavy, too,” Wonyoung says after releasing you with a wet pop, her voice smug as she cradles them in her hand. “You wouldn’t believe how much he can shoot.”

Ning lets out a quiet, breathless laugh, her eyes darting between your cock and Wonyoung’s hands. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this jealous of anyone in my life,” she mutters, her voice tinged with a mix of awe and arousal.

“Then stop talking and help,” Wonyoung says, her tone playful but commanding as she gives your balls one last lick before moving back to your shaft.

The girls obey without hesitation. Ning leans in first, her lips wrapping around the head as she tries to take you deeper. She chokes almost immediately, her throat constricting around the sheer size of you, but she doesn’t pull back. Instead, she presses forward, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she forces herself to swallow more.

“Easy,” Irene murmurs, placing a steadying hand on Ning’s shoulder. She’s kneeling beside her, her lips pressing against the exposed length just beneath where Ning’s mouth is working. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

“I’m fine,” Ning gasps, pulling back just enough to catch her breath before diving back in. “I want it all.”

Her determination is clear, but even with her best efforts, she barely manages to take half of you before gagging again. The sound is lewd and wet, and drool begins to drip from the corners of her mouth, pooling at the base of your cock.

“Damn,” Seulgi says again, her voice tinged with admiration as she watches Ning struggle. “You’re really going for it, huh?”

“Of course she is,” Wonyoung says with a smirk. She reaches out, grabbing the base of your cock and guiding it away from Ning’s mouth. “But let’s not hog him, okay?”

She directs your cock toward Seulgi, who wastes no time. Her lips part, and she takes you into her mouth with surprising ease. But even she can’t handle your full length. She gets about halfway down before her throat tightens, and she has to pull back, coughing slightly.

“Shit,” she mutters, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her cheeks are flushed, and her breathing is heavy as she looks up at you. “That’s… That’s insane. How do you even fit this thing in anyone?”

Wonyoung laughs, her tone dripping with smugness. “It’s not easy,” she says, her hand stroking your cock lazily. “But once you get used to it… God, it’s worth it.”

The girls take turns, each of them eager to test their limits. Irene is the most graceful, her movements deliberate and controlled as she takes you into her mouth. But even she can’t swallow more than half before pulling back, her lips red and swollen as she gasps for air. Ning and Seulgi are less composed, their eyes watering and spit dripping down their chins as they choke and gag around your cock.

Through it all, Wonyoung keeps her focus on your balls. Her hands massage them gently, her thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles against the sensitive skin. Occasionally, she leans in to press soft kisses against them, her tongue darting out to lick along the seam.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you, oppa?” she says, her voice low and teasing as she looks up at you. “Having all of us drooling over your cock?”

You can’t help but let out a low, guttural groan in response.

Wonyoung’s lips curl into a sly grin as she looks around the room, her voice soft but commanding. “Alright, girls,” she says, running her fingers through her long, dark hair as she starts peeling off her tank top. “I think it’s about time we head to bed.”

She tosses the cropped fabric aside, revealing the full curve of her breasts beneath a lacy black bra. Her movements are slow, deliberate, as she unfastens her jeans and lets them slide down her impossibly long legs. She steps out of them with practiced grace, standing there in nothing but her matching bra and panties, the delicate material clinging to her hips like it was custom-made for her.

The other girls watch with barely contained excitement, their eyes flicking between Wonyoung and you, anticipation thick in the air. Wonyoung meets your gaze, her hands reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. The straps slide down her shoulders, and the bra falls away, revealing her flawless, perky breasts. She’s all confidence and control, completely in her element as she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushes them down, leaving her bare before you.

“So,” she says, her tone playful as she turns to the other girls. “Who wants to go first?”

“I do,” Ning blurts out immediately, her cheeks flushing as she realizes how eager she sounds.

“No way,” Seulgi interjects with a grin, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’ve been waiting for this all night.”

Irene doesn’t say anything, but the way she shifts in place, her thighs pressing together, makes it clear that she’s just as ready as the others.

Wonyoung laughs softly, her bratty smile lighting up her face as she turns to you. “Well, oppa,” she says, stepping closer to you and running her fingers lightly down your chest. “Looks like you’re going to have to decide.”

You glance between the three of them, your heart pounding as they all look at you expectantly. Finally, your gaze lands on Irene. She’s sitting there, quiet but clearly eager, her delicate hands resting on her knees as she looks up at you with those piercing, almond-shaped eyes.

“Irene,” you say, your voice firm but gentle.

Her lips part slightly, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks as she nods and stands. The other girls groan in disappointment, but they don’t argue, instead settling on either side of the bed to watch. Ning takes a spot on Irene’s left, while Seulgi perches on her right, both of them leaning forward eagerly.

Irene steps closer to you, her hands trembling slightly as she reaches behind her to unhook her bra. The straps fall away, revealing her small, perfectly shaped breasts, the pale skin almost glowing under the soft light of the room. Her nipples are pink and already hard, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.

You guide her onto the bed, her body soft and warm beneath your hands as she lies back against the pillows. She’s still wearing her panties, a delicate lace pair that clings to her hips, but the outline of her arousal is already visible through the thin fabric.

You finally take off your shirt before kneeling between her legs, your hands sliding up her thighs as you hook your fingers into the waistband of her panties. Irene lifts her hips slightly, allowing you to pull them down and toss them aside. The sight of her pussy makes your breath hitch—soft pink lips glistening with arousal, a neat triangle of pubic hair above them, perfectly groomed but natural.

“Beautiful,” you murmur.

Irene’s cheeks flush a deeper shade of red, and she bites her bottom lip, her hands clutching the sheets beneath her. “Please,” she says softly, her voice trembling. “Just… go slow, okay?”

“I’ll be careful,” you promise, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against her thigh.

Wonyoung is suddenly beside you, her hands roaming over your muscular back before sliding down to your ass. She gives it a firm squeeze, her nails digging lightly into your skin. “You better not keep me waiting too long, oppa,” she whispers, her breath warm against your ear.

You position yourself at Irene’s entrance, the head of your cock brushing against her folds and gathering the slick wetness there. Her body tenses slightly beneath you, and she lets out a soft gasp as you push forward, just the tip slipping inside her.

“Ahh…” Irene’s voice is breathless, her hands gripping the sheets tighter as her body adjusts to your size.

Her pussy is tight, impossibly so, and you take your time, pushing in slowly inch by inch. Each movement draws a new sound from her—a gasp, a moan, a sharp intake of breath—as her walls stretch to accommodate you.

“Fuck,” Seulgi murmurs from the side, her eyes glued to where your cock is disappearing into Irene. “Look at her… She’s taking it so well.”

Ning nods in agreement, her hand drifting up to cup one of Irene’s small breasts. She squeezes it gently, her thumb brushing over the hardened nipple as she leans in to kiss the soft skin there.

Irene arches her back slightly at the attention, a soft whimper escaping her lips as you sink deeper inside her. “It’s… so big,” she gasps, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and disbelief.

“I know,” Wonyoung says smugly, her hands still exploring your body. “That’s why he’s mine.”

You pause for a moment, letting Irene adjust to the feeling of being stretched so completely. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her breaths shallow as her body relaxes around you. Slowly, you begin to move again, pulling back slightly before pushing in deeper, each inch making her gasp louder.

“God,” Irene moans, her head falling back against the pillows as her legs wrap loosely around your hips. “You’re… you’re so deep…”

Ning and Seulgi continue to tease her, their hands roaming over her body as they kiss and lick at her sensitive skin. Ning focuses on her breasts, her lips wrapping around one nipple while her fingers pinch the other. Seulgi trails kisses down Irene’s neck, her teeth grazing lightly against the pale skin.

“Keep going,” Wonyoung whispers, her voice full of anticipation as she watches you. Her fingers dig into your ass again, urging you forward. “She can take it.”

You press forward until you’re half inside her, the tight heat of her pussy gripping you like a vice. Irene lets out a choked cry, her nails digging into your shoulders as her body trembles beneath you.

You lean down, your lips brushing against her ear as you whisper, “You’re so beautiful, Irene.”

Her only response is a broken moan, her eyes fluttering shut as you begin to move, slow and deliberate, each thrust drawing another gasp or moan from her lips. The girls on either side of her watch intently, their hands and mouths never leaving her body as the room fills with the sound of your movements and Irene’s pleasured cries.

And through it all, Wonyoung stays close, her touch constant as she whispers encouragement into your ear, her voice low and teasing. “That’s it, oppa,” she murmurs. “Show her what you can do.”

You thrust slowly, deliberately, only using a little more than half your cock, but even that feels like too much for Irene. Each time you push into her, her walls stretch around you like they’re made for it, molding to your size with a tightness that feels almost unbearable.

Her pussy clenches instinctively with every movement, struggling to take you as her slick heat coats your shaft, making the glide smooth yet impossibly intense. Irene's soft cries fill the room, her fingers gripping the sheets beside her as her body trembles beneath you.

“God,” she gasps, her voice breathless and high-pitched as she turns her head to the side, her dark hair spilling over the pillows. “You’re… you’re splitting me open…”

“Doesn’t she look beautiful, oppa?” Wonyoung’s voice cuts through Irene’s moans, playful and commanding. She’s watching everything, her lips curled into that signature bratty smirk. Without warning, she reaches out and slaps your ass—hard. The sting of it sends a jolt through you, and you grunt in response, your hips pushing forward just a little harder than before.

Irene lets out a sharp moan at the deeper thrust, her body jolting beneath you. “Ahh, fuck…!”

“That’s it,” Wonyoung teases, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Keep going. She can take it.”

Wonyoung moves across the bed with catlike grace, her long legs carrying her to Irene’s side. She climbs onto the bed and straddles Irene’s face, her knees pressing into the pillows as she settles herself over her.

“Open up,” Wonyoung says, her voice soft but commanding as she leans forward, her hands braced on the headboard. Her pussy hovers just above Irene’s lips, glistening and flushed with arousal. “I want to feel that tongue.”

Irene hesitates for only a moment, her eyes wide with a mix of nervousness and eagerness. Then, her lips part, and her tongue darts out tentatively, flicking over Wonyoung’s folds.

“Good girl,” Wonyoung purrs, rocking her hips slightly to press herself against Irene’s mouth. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”

Irene’s moans become muffled as she does her best to obey, her tongue moving more confidently now as she laps at Wonyoung’s pussy. Her hands move to Wonyoung’s thighs, gripping them tightly as she pulls her closer, her head tilting back slightly to get better access.

You watch the scene unfold, the sight of Wonyoung riding Irene’s face only fueling the heat coursing through your body. You can feel Irene tightening around you even more as she tries to focus on both sensations—the fullness of your cock stretching her and the taste of Wonyoung on her tongue.

“Fuck, oppa,” Wonyoung groans, her voice trembling slightly as she rolls her hips against Irene’s mouth. “She’s so eager. I think she likes it.”

“She does,” you murmur, your voice rough with arousal as you thrust into Irene slowly, each movement drawing a soft whimper from her lips that vibrates against Wonyoung’s pussy.

Ning leans over Irene’s side, her hands roaming over her chest as she kneads and squeezes her small breasts. She leans down, her lips wrapping around one of Irene’s nipples as she sucks gently, her tongue flicking over the hardened peak.

Seulgi takes the other side, her fingers tracing patterns along Irene’s stomach before dipping lower, brushing lightly over where your cock is buried inside her. She doesn’t touch you directly, but her fingers graze the spot where Irene’s pussy stretches around you, her touch teasing and exploratory.

“You’re so tight,” Seulgi murmurs, her voice full of admiration as she watches your cock slide in and out of Irene. “Look at how she’s taking you. It’s… fuck, it’s beautiful.”

Ning lifts her head from Irene’s chest, her lips glistening as she turns to Seulgi. “She’s perfect,” she agrees, her voice soft and breathless. Their eyes meet for a moment, a spark of shared excitement passing between them before Ning leans in and presses her lips to Seulgi’s.

Their kiss is slow and sensual, their tongues moving together as their hands continue to roam over Irene’s trembling body. It’s like they’re lost in their own world, their soft moans mingling with the wet sounds of your cock moving inside Irene and the muffled noises coming from Wonyoung’s pussy.

Irene’s moans grow louder, more frantic, her body arching beneath you as she struggles to keep up with everything happening to her. Her pussy clenches tightly around you, and her hips start to move instinctively, meeting your slow thrusts as if begging for more.

“She’s losing it,” Wonyoung says with a satisfied laugh, her hips grinding down harder against Irene’s mouth. “Keep going, oppa. Make her cum for me.”

You lean down, your hands gripping Irene’s hips firmly as you push into her just a little deeper, making her gasp and cry out beneath you. “You’re doing so well,” you murmur, your voice low and soothing. “Just let go, Irene. I’ll take care of you.”

Her eyes flutter open briefly, then, they squeeze shut again as another moan escapes her, muffled by Wonyoung’s pussy pressing harder against her face.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Wonyoung groans, her head falling back as she rocks her hips against Irene’s mouth. “Her tongue feels amazing.”

The room is a haze of heat and moans and wet, lewd sounds. Ning and Seulgi’s hands never stop moving, their fingers teasing and caressing Irene’s body as they kiss each other with an intensity that only adds to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you.

You keep your pace steady, your cock sliding in and out of Irene’s tight, dripping pussy, each thrust stretching her in ways she’s never experienced before. Her body shudders beneath you, her moans growing louder and more desperate as she gets closer and closer to the edge.

“Come on, oppa,” Wonyoung urges, her voice breathy and teasing as she looks over her shoulder at you. “Make her cum.”

You grip Irene’s hips tighter, your thrusts becoming just a little faster, a little deeper, as you push her closer to the brink. Her body trembles violently beneath you, and her muffled cries reach a fever pitch as her orgasm crashes over her.

Her pussy clenches around you like a vice, her entire body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure ripple through her. Wonyoung moans loudly as well, her movements becoming erratic as Irene’s moans vibrate against her clit, pushing her closer to her own release.

“Fuck, yes,” Wonyoung cries out, her head falling back as she grinds against Irene’s face.

Ning and Seulgi pull away from each other, their eyes fixed on Irene’s writhing form as they continue to stroke and caress her, their hands moving in perfect sync.

You slow your movements, letting Irene ride out her orgasm as her body relaxes beneath you, her chest heaving with each labored breath.

Wonyoung finally lifts herself off Irene’s face, her legs trembling slightly as she moves to sit beside you. “Not bad,” she says with a smirk, her fingers trailing over your arm.

The bed shifts as everyone moves, bodies brushing against each other in a haze of arousal and need. Seulgi wastes no time, standing and sliding her lingerie down her toned body in one smooth motion. Her black bra and matching thong hit the floor, revealing a figure carved by years of dance. Her athletic curves are taut, her thighs strong, her ass round and firm, framed perfectly as she kneels on the bed.

“It’s my turn now,” she says, her voice low and dripping with anticipation. She gets on all fours without hesitation, her back arching to present herself, ass high in the air and legs spread just enough to show her glistening pussy already wet and waiting.

“Damn,” Ning mutters, her eyes glued to Seulgi’s perfect form. She doesn't waste any time and also takes off her own lingerie, sitting directly in front of Seulgi, already spreading her legs to reveal her own slick folds. “Come here,” she adds with a smirk, her voice playful but commanding.

Seulgi doesn’t need to be told twice. She crawls forward on all fours, her face inches from Ning’s pussy. Her lips part as she leans in, her tongue darting out to tease along Ning’s folds before sucking lightly on her clit.

“Fuck,” Ning gasps, her fingers tangling in Seulgi’s hair as she pulls her closer. “That’s good. Just like that.”

Behind them, Wonyoung steps up, her eyes narrowing as she watches Seulgi’s ass sway with each movement. “Look at you,” she says. She reaches out and delivers a sharp slap to Seulgi’s ass, the sound echoing through the room. “You look like such a slut in this position.”

Seulgi moans against Ning’s pussy, the sound muffled but unmistakable. “Maybe I am,” she mumbles, her voice thick with arousal before diving back in, her tongue moving faster as Ning lets out a breathless laugh.

Wonyoung turns to you, her bratty smirk lighting up her face as she gestures toward Seulgi. “Go on, oppa,” she says. “She’s ready for you.”

But before you move, Irene is suddenly beside you, her fingers brushing lightly against your arm. Her lips are swollen, her face flushed, and there’s a softness in her eyes that wasn’t there before.

You lean down, capturing her lips in a slow, lingering kiss. There’s a sweetness to it, but underneath that, you can taste the familiar tang of Wonyoung’s pussy, still fresh on Irene’s tongue.

“You okay?” you murmur against her lips, your voice low and filled with concern.

She nods, a small smile tugging at her lips. “More than okay,” she whispers. “A cock never made me cum so fast before.”

The sincerity in her voice makes your chest tighten slightly, but before you can say anything else, she presses another kiss to your lips before stepping back to let you focus on Seulgi.

Your attention shifts to her, the sight of Seulgi’s ass still high in the air, her pussy glistening and inviting. You kneel behind her, one hand gripping her hip as the other guides your cock to her entrance. Her wetness coats the head as you tease her, rubbing up and down her slit, your movements deliberate and slow.

Seulgi whimpers, her hips pressing back against you as she tries to take you inside. “Stop teasing,” she gasps, her voice desperate. “Just put it in already.”

You smirk, leaning over her slightly as you position yourself. “You sure?” you ask, your tone teasing. “I don’t want to break you.”

“Do it,” she snaps, her voice breathy and demanding.

You push forward slowly, the head of your cock slipping inside her tight, wet heat. Seulgi lets out a sharp gasp, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her as her body tenses.

“Holy shit,” she breathes, her voice trembling. “You’re so fucking big…”

Behind you, Wonyoung watches with gleeful satisfaction. She moves closer to Irene, their bodies aligning as she presses a soft kiss to Irene’s lips. The size difference between them is striking—Wonyoung’s long, slender frame towering over Irene’s petite figure, their contrast somehow making the moment even hotter.

Seulgi moans again as you push deeper, each inch of your cock stretching her further. Her pussy grips you tightly, the slick walls trembling around you as she struggles to take more. You pause halfway, letting her adjust as her breaths come in short, shallow gasps.

“You’re doing so well,” you murmur, your hands sliding up her sides to steady her.

She nods, her hair falling in messy waves around her face. “Keep going,” she whispers. “I can take it.”

You push forward again, the slow, deliberate movements drawing a mix of moans and gasps from Seulgi as your cock stretches her inch by inch. The pleasure is etched across her face, her lips parted and her brows furrowed as she rocks her hips back against you, desperate for more.

“Fuck,” Ning moans, watching from her position in front of Seulgi. Her legs are still spread, her pussy glistening as Seulgi continues to lick and suck at her clit. “She’s so good with her mouth. I don’t know how she’s even concentrating.”

“Because she’s a slut,” Wonyoung teases, her voice light and mocking as she pulls Irene closer, their lips meeting in another heated kiss. Her hands roam over Irene’s small frame, her fingers trailing down her sides and cupping her breasts as their tongues intertwine.

The sight only spurs you on, your hips pressing forward until you’re buried fully inside Seulgi. She cries out, her entire body trembling as she clutches the sheets beneath her. “Oh my god,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “You’re… you’re fucking huge. It’s too much…”

“You’re taking it so well,” you murmur, your hands gripping her hips tightly as you begin to move, slow and steady.

Each thrust draws a moan from her lips, the mixture of pain and pleasure etched across her face as her body rocks beneath you. Ning tangles her fingers in Seulgi’s hair, pulling her closer as she grinds against her mouth, her own moans growing louder with each flick of Seulgi’s tongue.

Behind you, Wonyoung and Irene are lost in their own world, their kisses deep and passionate as Wonyoung’s hands explore every inch of Irene’s body. Wonyoung’s long fingers tracing delicate patterns over Irene’s pale skin as their breaths mingle.

The room is filled with the sounds of pleasure—moans, gasps, the wet slap of your cock sliding into Seulgi’s tight pussy. Her body trembles with every thrust, her voice breaking into desperate cries as she tries to meet your movements.

“You love this, don’t you?” you whisper, your voice low and teasing as you lean over her.

“Yes,” she gasps, her nails digging into the sheets. “Fuck, yes. Don’t stop.”

And so you don’t, your pace slow but steady, each movement deliberate as you drive her closer to the edge. Wonyoung’s laughter rings out from beside you, her voice full of satisfaction as she watches Seulgi fall apart beneath you.

“You look so good like this,” Wonyoung murmurs, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Keep going, oppa. Slap that slut. Make her scream.”

You do as she says, the sharp crack of your palm against Seulgi’s ass reverberates through the room, the flushed imprint of your hand blooming across her skin. She arches her back with a guttural moan, her hips stuttering backward to meet your next thrust—deeper, harder, the pace unrelenting now. Her pussy clenches like a vice around your cock, slick walls trembling as she struggles to adjust to the brutal rhythm.

“F-fuck!” she chokes out, her voice breaking as you bottom out inside her, the thick base of your shaft stretching her to the limit. Drool drips from her lips onto the sheets below, her face still buried between Ning’s thighs, though her tongue falters, too overwhelmed to keep pace.

Ning giggles breathlessly, her fingers tightening in Seulgi’s hair. “Getting distracted, unnie?” she teases, grinding her hips forward to force Seulgi’s mouth back against her clit. But Seulgi’s response is a muffled whimper, her body jerking as you slap her ass again, the sound sharp and possessive.

“Louder,” Wonyoung demands from across the bed, her voice honeyed and cruel. She’s sprawled beside Irene, their limbs tangled as Irene’s slender fingers work between Wonyoung’s thighs, stroking her pussy with practiced precision. Wonyoung’s head tilts back, her lips parted in a moan, but her eyes stay locked on you—dark, commanding, hungry. “Make her scream. Ruin her.”

You obey, your hips pistoning faster, each thrust punching a ragged cry from Seulgi’s throat. Her knuckles bleach white where she grips the sheets, her ass reddening under the force of your strikes.

“Y-you’re—ah!—splitting me open—” Seulgi gasps, her words dissolving into a shattered moan as you angle your cock upward, grinding against her g-spot with deliberate cruelty. Her thighs quiver, her body taut as a bowstring, but you slow just enough to deny her release, drawing a frustrated sob from her lips.

Irene watches, her breath hitching as Wonyoung arches beneath her touch. “Look at her,” Irene murmurs, her voice husky with arousal. “She’s unraveling.”

Wonyoung’s laugh is low, wicked. “And she’s still not even close.” She grabs Irene’s wrist, guiding her fingers deeper, harder. “Keep going. I want to watch her break first.”

Ning, meanwhile, rocks her hips faster against Seulgi’s mouth, her moans pitching higher. “Come on, unnie,” she taunts, her voice trembling. “You can take it, right?” But Seulgi’s only response is a broken whine, her eyes squeezed shut as you dominate her, her body reduced to a quivering, sweating mess beneath you.

The air reeks of sex and salt, the heat suffocating. You lean over Seulgi’s back, your breath hot against her ear. “You wanted this,” you growl, punctuating the words with another slap, another brutal thrust. “Begging for it like a slut.”

“Yes—” she sobs, her voice raw. “Y-yes, please—!”

Ning cums first, her back arching as she grinds down on Seulgi’s tongue, her cries sharp and sweet. Seulgi tries to focus, her mouth working desperately, but another deep thrust from you shatters her concentration, leaving her gasping, drooling, ruined.

Wonyoung’s smirk is triumphant. “Good girl,” she purrs, though it’s unclear who she’s praising—Seulgi or Ning. Her own hips roll against Irene’s hand, her breath catching. “Now… harder.”

You give Seulgi exactly that.

Seulgi’s entire body locks up like a live wire, back arched so hard it looks like it might snap. “Oppa—I’m—I’m gonna—!” Her scream cracks into a shrill, broken wail as her pussy vises around your cock, clenching in ragged pulses that feel like she’s trying to milk you dry. Tears streak her flushed cheeks, her ass still jolting red from your slaps as she grinds back against you, desperate. “Fuck—fuck—fuck—!”

You drill into her faster, harder, the wet slap of your hips against her ass drowning out her cries. Her thighs tremble, her knees buckling until she’s collapsed onto the bed, face mashed into the sheets. But you don’t stop—not until her screams dissolve into choked, hiccupping sobs, her nails clawing at the mattress. “There it is,” you grunt, feeling her walls flutter wildly, sucking you deeper like she’s trying to claim you. “C’mon, ruin the sheets, princess.”

She cums like a fucking avalanche—back bowing, toes curling, her pussy drowning you in slick as she thrashes. “Ngh—ah! AH!” Her voice shreds raw, every muscle in her body seizing before she goes limp, gasping like she’s been punched.

You rip your cock out just as the first thick ropes of cum surge from your balls, splattering hot across her lower back. It’s not an orgasm—just a relentless leak, your swollen sac emptying itself in messy, pearly streaks that drip down her ass. “Shit,” Seulgi whimpers, twitching as the warmth coats her skin. “S’so… much…”

Wonyoung’s already there, fingers dragging through the mess on Seulgi’s back. She licks her fingertips slowly, eyes locked on yours, that bratty smirk plastered on her face. “So good,” she purrs, before shoving her cum-smeared hand against Irene’s mouth. “Try it.” Irene hesitates, then laps at it obediently, her tongue swirling around Wonyoung’s fingers with a soft, approving hum. “Addicting,” she murmurs, lips glistening.

Ning slowly gets out of bed, biting her lip hard enough to bruise. You catch her eye, patting the chair beside the bed. “C’mere,” you say, voice softer now. “You’re up.”

She freezes, then nods, shaky as a fawn. She climbs into your lap, her thighs bracketing yours. “Slow,” you remind her, hands gripping her hips as she lines herself up. Her pussy glistens, already dripping, but her breath hitches when the head of your cock brushes her entrance. “I-I can’t—”

“Yes you can,” Wonyoung snaps from across the room. “Stop being a baby.”

You shoot her a glare, but Ning’s already sinking down, inch by torturous inch. Her face screws up, tears welling as she bottoms out—halfway, her tight little cunt stretching obscenely around your shaft. “Fuck,” she whimpers, nails digging into your shoulders. “It’s—too much—”

“Breathe,” you murmur, thumb brushing her cheek. “You’re doing good.”

She nods, shaky, her hips trembling as she grinds in tiny circles, trying to adjust. The stretch is written all over her face—pain, fear, but underneath it, want. Her pussy flutters, sucking you deeper like it’s begging for more.

Wonyoung rolls her eyes. “Boring. Just shove her dow—”

“Shut up,” you growl, cutting her off. Ning’s eyes widen, but there’s a flicker of gratitude there before she buries her face in your neck, her breath hot against your skin.

“I… I wanna try,” she whispers, voice trembling.

You nod, hands steady on her hips. “Whenever you’re ready.”

She lifts herself slightly—just an inch—before sinking back down with a sharp gasp. “Ah!” Her thighs shake, her cunt clenching like a fist. “I-I can’t… more—”

“You’re fine,” you reassure her, but she’s already grinding harder, chasing the friction, her moans pitching higher.

Ning’s hips stutter as she grinds down, her tiny cunt swallowing another inch of your cock with a wet squelch. Tears cling to her lashes, her breath hitching in sharp, broken gasps. “H-hurts,” she whines, her fingers digging into your shoulders like she’s clinging to a cliff edge. But her hips don’t stop—small, desperate circles that drag her clit against the base of your shaft, her pussy fluttering like a heartbeat around you.

“You’re doing it,” Seulgi rasps from the bed, sprawled on her back with her legs spread. Wonyoung already has a vibrator in her hands, buzzing against Seulgi's clit, making her jerk and curse. “Fuck—fuck—look at her go, Ning! Take that dick like a good girl—”

Irene moans softly beside her, back arched as Wonyoung takes the vibrator to her pussy in torturous circles over her slit. “So… tight,” Irene murmurs, her usually composed voice fraying. Her eyes stay locked on Ning, watching the way her petite body strains to accommodate you. “You can… ah… handle more, can’t you?”

Wonyoung smirks, but there’s a flicker of something softer in her gaze as she watches Ning struggle. “Ease up, Ning,” she says, her tone less biting than usual. The vibrator dips lower, pressing against Irene’s asshole, drawing a sharp gasp. “You don’t wanna rip, do you?”

Ning shakes her head frantically, her dark hair sticking to her sweaty neck. “N-no—I’m t-trying—” She sinks down another fraction, her cunt stretching obscenely around your girth. A high-pitched whine escapes her lips, her thighs trembling violently. “O-oppa—it’s too big—”

“You’re lying,” Seulgi growls, her hips bucking against the vibrator. “Your pussy’s dripping, you little liar—fuck!” Wonyoung shoves the toy harder against her, silencing her with a choked cry.

You grip Ning’s waist, thumbs brushing the jut of her hipbones. “Breathe,” you murmur, voice rough but steady. “You’re in control. Go slow.”

She nods, sucking in a shaky breath before lifting herself—just an inch—and sinking back down. This time, she takes more, her tight walls squeezing like a fist as she chokes out a sob. “Ah! Ah—!” Her clit grinds against you, the friction wringing a sudden, startled moan from her throat. “F-fuck—!”

“There it is,” Wonyoung mutters, her smirk gentler now. She drags the vibrator back to Irene’s clit, watching Ning’s face crumple with a mix of pain and dawning pleasure. “See? Not so bad, right?”

Ning doesn’t answer, too focused on the brutal stretch, her hips rolling in jerky, unsteady motions. Drool drips from her parted lips as she bottoms out—three-quarters of your cock buried inside her—and freezes, her entire body trembling. “C-can’t,” she whimpers, voice cracking. “I’ll—break—”

“You won’t,” you assure her, hands steadying her hips. “Look at you. Taking it.”

Seulgi laughs breathlessly, her own thighs quivering as the vibrator pushes her closer to the edge again. “C’mon, Ning-ah—beg for it! Tell him you need it—”

“Shut up,” Ning snaps, her brattiness flaring through the tears. But the defiance doesn’t last—your cock shifts inside her, brushing a spot that makes her jolt. “Ah! F-fuck—there—!”

Irene’s breath hitches, her fingers tangling in the sheets. “She’s… close,” she murmurs. Wonyoung’s free hand slides up Irene’s thigh, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her yelp.

“Focus,” Wonyoung chides, but her eyes stay on Ning, watching the way her small body writhes, her cunt glistening around your shaft. “You’re doing good, Ning. Little more.”

Ning sobs, her hips finally finding a rhythm—shallow, frantic bounces that drag her clit against you with every thrust. “O-oppa—please—!” Her voice cracks, her walls fluttering wildly as pleasure starts to overtake the pain. “I—I need—!”

“Need what?” you growl, gripping her hips tighter.

“Y-you—” she chokes out, her face burning crimson. “All of you—please—!”

The room holds its breath as you guide her down—deeper—until her ass meets your thighs, your cock fully sheathed inside her. Ning’s scream is raw, shattered, her nails scratching as she claws at your shoulders. “FULL—!”

Seulgi cackles, half-hysterical, as the vibrator wrings another broken moan from her. “Holy shit—she did it—!”

Wonyoung’s smirk returns, but there’s pride there too. “Told you,” she says, her voice oddly tender. “Now… move.”

Ning does—slow, grinding rolls of her hips that make her whimper with every shift. “S’too much,” she slurs, her voice wrecked. “B-but… good… s’good…”

Irene watches, transfixed, her own hips rolling against the vibrator. “Beautiful,” she breathes, her usual poise crumbling.

Wonyoung leans in, her lips brushing Irene’s ear. “Patience,” she murmurs. “This is just… the start.”

Then, she shoves the vibrator deep into Irene’s pussy with a sharp thrust, making Irene’s back arch off the bed as she lets out a strangled cry. “Fuck—!” Irene’s hands fly to Wonyoung’s wrist, her nails digging in as the toy buzzes relentlessly inside her. Wonyoung’s other hand is already working Seulgi, two fingers plunging into her soaked pussy while her thumb grinds hard against her clit. Seulgi’s head falls back, her moans guttural and raw, her hips bucking wildly against Wonyoung’s hand.

“Fuck her harder,” Wonyoung growls, her eyes locked on you and Ning. “Don’t let her breathe.”

Ning’s still grinding on your lap, her tiny body trembling as she tries to keep up with the rhythm. Her pace is slow, torturous, her cunt clenching around your cock like she’s trying to milk you dry. Her face is flushed, tears streaking her cheeks as she whimpers, “O-oppa—it’s so big—I can’t—”

“You can,” you growl, your hands gripping her hips tighter. “Look at you. Taking it like a fucking slut.”

Ning’s eyes widen, her lips parting in a shocked gasp, but the words seem to ignite something in her. Her hips roll faster, her cunt squeezing around you as she moans, “Y-you feel so good—ah!—I-I can’t—stop—”

But it’s still not enough. The slow, teasing pace is driving you insane, and you can’t take it anymore. Without warning, you stand up, lifting Ning off the chair like she weighs nothing. Her legs instinctively wrap around your waist, her arms clinging to your shoulders as she lets out a startled scream. “O-oppa—!”

The girls freeze for a split second, their eyes widening as they take in the sight. You’re towering over them, your massive frame dwarfing Ning’s petite body. The difference is brutal—you’re almost two meters tall, and Ning barely reaches your chest. Her tiny legs dangle helplessly, her cunt stretched obscenely around your cock as you hold her in the air.

“Holy shit,” Seulgi breathes, her voice trembling with awe. “Look at her—fuck—”

Wonyoung’s smirk is back, her fingers still working Seulgi’s pussy as she watches you with dark, hungry eyes. “Finally,” she purrs, her voice dripping with approval. “Ruin her.”

Your hips snap forward, driving your cock deeper into Ning’s tight, trembling cunt. She lets out a shattered scream, her nails digging into your shoulders as her body jerks violently. “AH! O-OPPA—!”

“That’s it,” Wonyoung hisses, her voice rising with excitement. “Fuck her—make her scream!”

Irene’s moans join the chorus, her hips grinding against the vibrator as she watches you dominate Ning. “God—she’s so small—” she gasps, her voice breaking. “Ruin her—please—”

Seulgi’s not far behind, her thighs quivering as Wonyoung’s fingers work her over. “Fuck—look at her—fuck her harder—!”

Ning’s screams are your fuel, her tiny body bouncing helplessly in your grip as you pound into her. Her cunt is dripping, her walls fluttering wildly as she clings to you, her voice cracking with every thrust. “AH! AH! AH!”

“You like that?” you growl, your voice rough and demanding. “Being used like a fucking toy?”

Ning nods frantically, her face buried in your neck as she sobs, “Y-yes—yes—please—more—!”

Her legs shake violently, her cunt clenching like a vice as she gets closer and closer to the edge. “I’m—I’m gonna cum—!” she screams, her voice raw and broken.

“Do it,” Wonyoung commands, her voice sharp and unyielding. “Cum on his cock—show us—”

Ning's orgasm makes her scream echo throughout the entire room. Her back arches, her entire body locking up as she squirts, her cunt gushing around your cock. The sound is obscene—wet, messy, relentless—as her juices drip down your thighs. “AHHH!” she wails, her voice shattering as her walls milk you, her tiny body convulsing in your grip.

The girls watch in stunned silence, their own moans forgotten as they take in the sight. Even Wonyoung looks momentarily speechless, her fingers stilling inside Seulgi as she stares at Ning’s trembling form.

You can’t hold back anymore. The pressure in your balls is too much, and with a low growl, you release another leak. Thick ropes of cum surge into Ning’s tight, fluttering cunt, filling her to the brim as she whimpers, “O-oppa—s’so hot—ah!”

Ning’s legs give out, her body going limp as you lower her to the ground. She collapses onto the bed, her chest heaving as she stares up at you with dazed, glassy eyes. “T-thank you,” she whispers, her voice trembling.

Wonyoung’s smirk returns, her fingers slowly leaving Seulgi's pussy, her other hand turning off the vibrator “Good girl,” she purrs, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Now it's finally my turn.”

Ning’s trembling legs shift slightly as she scoots higher on the bed, her body still quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her thighs part instinctively, her glistening pussy on full display, your cum still leaking out of her. Seulgi doesn’t waste a second. She crawls over, her eyes locked on Ning’s messy cunt, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

“Let me clean you up, Ning,” Seulgi purrs, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. She doesn’t wait for permission, her tongue darting out to lick a long, slow stripe up Ning’s slit. Ning gasps, her back arching off the bed as Seulgi’s tongue swirls around her sensitive clit, lapping up your cum with a lewd suck.

“Ah! S-Seulgi—!” Ning whimpers, her hands flying to Seulgi’s hair, tangling in the dark strands as Seulgi buries her face deeper. “F-fuck—that’s—too much—”

Seulgi pulls back just enough to smirk up at her, her lips glistening. “Too much?” she teases, her breath hot against Ning’s pussy. “You were just screaming for more a second ago.” She dives back in, her tongue plunging into Ning’s tight hole, licking up every drop of cum as Ning writhes beneath her.

The sight is obscene—Ning’s tiny body trembling, her legs spread wide as Seulgi devours her, your cum smeared across her lips. Your cock twitches, still hard and aching, as you watch Seulgi work her over.

Wonyoung clears her throat, her bratty smirk firmly in place as she sprawls out on the bed, her long legs spread invitingly. “Finally,” she drawls, her voice dripping with impatience. “My turn. And don’t hold back, oppa. You know I can take it.”

Irene and Seulgi exchange a glance before moving to either side of Wonyoung, their hands already roaming over her flawless body. Irene leans down, capturing Wonyoung’s lips in a deep, hungry kiss, while Seulgi’s mouth latches onto one of Wonyoung’s perky breasts, her tongue swirling around the hardened nipple.

“Fuck,” Wonyoung moans, her head falling back against the pillows as Irene’s hand slips between her thighs, teasing her already wet pussy. “Finally some attention.”

You position yourself between Wonyoung’s legs, your cock throbbing as you line up with her entrance. She’s dripping, her pussy glistening with arousal as she looks up at you with those dark, commanding eyes. “Go on,” she taunts, her voice low and teasing. “Ruin me. I'm not fragile like Ning, the crybaby.”

You don’t need to be told twice. Your hips snap forward, driving your cock into her in one brutal thrust. Wonyoung’s back arches, a sharp gasp tearing from her lips as she takes every inch of you. “Fuck—yes—” she moans, her nails digging into the sheets.

You set a rough, relentless pace, your hips slamming into hers with enough force to make the bed shake. Wonyoung’s moans are loud, unrestrained, her bratty facade crumbling as you fuck her senseless. “Harder,” she demands, her voice trembling. “Fucking—harder—”

Irene’s lips trail down Wonyoung’s neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin as her fingers pinch and twist Wonyoung’s other nipple. Seulgi's hands slide down her tummy, placing soft kisses.

“God—you’re so tight,” you growl, your hands gripping Wonyoung’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Fucking—take it—”

Wonyoung’s head thrashes against the pillows, her moans climbing higher as you pound into her. “Yes—yes—fuck—!”

Ning, still trembling from her own orgasm, watches Wonyoung with wide, mischievous eyes. Her hand reaches for the forgotten vibrator, her fingers curling around it as she flicks it on with a soft buzz. The sound is low but unmistakable, and Wonyoung’s head snaps toward her, her dark eyes narrowing.

“Ning,” Wonyoung growls, her voice sharp and warning. “Don’t you dare—”

But Ning’s already crawling closer, her lips curling into a wicked grin as she presses the vibrator against Wonyoung’s clit. The sudden buzz makes Wonyoung jolt violently, her back arching off the bed as a sharp, guttural scream tears from her throat.

“FUCK!” Wonyoung screams, her body thrashing as the vibrator sends shockwaves of pleasure through her. “Ning—! STOP!”

Irene and Seulgi are quick to react, their hands pinning Wonyoung’s wrists to the bed as she squirms beneath them. Irene’s grip is firm, her nails digging into Wonyoung’s delicate skin as she leans down, her lips brushing against Wonyoung’s ear.

“Hold still,” Irene murmurs, her voice low and commanding. “Take it.”

Seulgi grins, her teeth grazing Wonyoung’s nipple as she adds, “You wanted it rough. Don’t complain now.”

Wonyoung’s screams pitch higher, raw and ragged, as you jackhammer into her, your cock splitting her oversensitive pussy wide. Her thighs quiver, her hips jerking wildly, but Irene and Seulgi’s grip is ironclad—nails digging into her wrists. “S-stop—fuck—I said STOP—!” she shrieks, her bratty bravado crumbling into desperate, tear-soaked pleas.

Ning doesn’t flinch. Her fingers press the buzzing vibrator harder against Wonyoung’s swollen clit, her other hand slapping Wonyoung’s inner thigh. “Make me,” she sneers. “You love this, Wonyoung. Look at your fucking pussy—dripping like a slut.”

Wonyoung’s head thrashes, her back arching off the bed as you slam into her cervix, the slap of your hips against her ass echoing through the room. “N-no—ah! AH!” Her protests dissolve into garbled moans, her cunt clenching around you in violent spasms. “T-too much—plea—SE—”

“Shut up,” you growl. “You begged for this. Take it.”

Irene’s laugh is low, dangerous, as she twists Wonyoung’s nipple sharply. “Crying already? You’re pathetic.”

Seulgi joins in, her teeth sinking into Wonyoung’s shoulder as she purrs, “Scream louder. Let the whole building hear how much of a whore you are.”

Wonyoung’s orgasm detonates without warning. Her body snaps taut, a guttural wail tearing from her throat as her pussy gushes, squirting across the sheets in a filthy, soaking wave. “F-FUCK—I’M CUMMING—STOP—!”

Ning slaps her clit with the vibrator, the buzz cranked to max. “Cum again,” she demands, her voice icy. “Now.”

Wonyoung sobs, her hips bucking uncontrollably as a second orgasm rips through her, her cunt milking your cock in frantic pulses. “AHHH! P-PLEASE—MERCY—!”

“Mercy?” you mock, slamming into her harder, your balls slapping her ass. “You don’t deserve mercy.” You yank your cock out suddenly, leaving her gaping, and drive it back in—upward—the head grinding brutally against her clit.

Wonyoung screeches, her body bowing off the bed, her nails clawing at Irene and Seulgi’s arms. “NO—NO—AH! AH!”

Ning leans in, her lips curling into a vicious smile. “Slut,” she whispers, before spitting in Wonyoung’s face.

The insult tips her over. Wonyoung’s third orgasm is violent—her pussy squirting again, her screams dissolving into choked, hiccupping wails as her body convulses, utterly wrecked. You fuck her through it, your thrusts relentless, until her eyes roll back and she goes limp, her chest heaving, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.

Irene releases Wonyoung’s wrist to trail a finger through the mess on the sheets. “Look at this,” she murmurs, licking her finger clean with a smirk. “You’re ruined, Wonyoung.”

Seulgi laughs, finally releasing her grip. “Look at her—can’t even speak.”

You pull out with a wet pop, your cock glistening with her cum. Wonyoung’s pussy twitches, still pulsing weakly, as she stares blankly at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling in shallow, rapid breaths.

Ning drops the vibrator onto Wonyoung’s stomach, her voice sweetly mocking. “Aw, did we break you?”

Wonyoung’s lips part, but all that comes out is a broken whimper. She lies sprawled on the bed, her chest heaving, her body still trembling from the relentless pounding you gave her. Her legs are splayed wide, her pussy glistening and swollen, a mess of cum and slick dripping down her thighs. Her eyes are half-lidded, her lips parted as she tries to catch her breath. You stand over her, your cock still rock-hard, throbbing with need. Your hand strokes it slowly, the pre-cum leaking from the tip smearing over your fingers as you let out a low groan.

“Close,” you mutter, your voice rough and strained. “Fuck—I’m so close.”

The words are like a trigger. Irene, Seulgi, and Ning immediately drop to their knees around you, their eyes locked on your cock with a mix of hunger and desperation. Their lips are swollen, their skin flushed and glistening with sweat, their hair messy and sticking to their faces. They look ruined—completely wrecked by your cock—And it's fucking beautiful.

Ning glances over at Wonyoung, who’s still lying limp on the bed, and smirks. “Wonyoungie,” she calls, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Aren’t you joining us? Or are you too tired?”

Wonyoung groans, her head lolling to the side as she glares at Ning through half-lidded eyes. “Shut up,” she mutters, her voice hoarse. “I’m coming. Just… give me a second.”

The girls don’t wait for her. Seulgi is the first to lean in, her lips wrapping around the head of your cock as she sucks hard, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. “Fuck,” you groan, your hand tangling in her hair as she takes you deeper, her throat constricting around your girth.

Irene’s hands join in, her fingers stroking the base of your shaft as she leans in to kiss and lick along the length. “So thick,” she murmurs, her voice trembling with awe.

Ning doesn’t say anything, her small hands gripping your thighs as she presses her lips to the side of your cock, kissing and sucking at the thick veins that run along the shaft. Her tongue flicks out, teasing the sensitive skin as she moans softly, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine.

The sight of them—idol royalty, kneeling at your feet, their faces flushed and their bodies trembling—is almost too much to handle. Your cock twitches in Seulgi’s mouth, your balls tightening as you fight to hold back.

Wonyoung finally drags herself off the bed, her legs shaky as she stumbles over to join the others. She drops to her knees beside Ning, her hands reaching out to stroke your thighs. “Move over,” she mutters, her voice still weak but laced with that familiar bratty edge.

Ning smirks but scoots aside, making room for Wonyoung. Without hesitation, Wonyoung leans in, her lips wrapping around the base of your cock as she sucks hard, her tongue lapping at the sensitive skin. Her eyes flick up to meet yours, that familiar glint of mischief shining through despite her exhaustion.

The girls work together in perfect harmony, their mouths and hands exploring every inch of your cock. Seulgi focuses on the head, her lips stretching around the thick tip as she sucks and swirls her tongue. Irene takes the middle, her fingers stroking and teasing as she kisses along the shaft. Ning and Wonyoung work the base, their tongues flicking and licking at the sensitive veins, their hands gripping your thighs for support.

“Fuck,” you groan, your hand tightening in Seulgi’s hair as your hips jerk forward, thrusting deeper into her mouth. “So good—all of you—”

Wonyoung pulls back just enough to smirk up at you, her lips glistening with spit. “We know,” she purrs. “Now cum for us, oppa. We’ve earned it.”

The girls are relentless, their mouths and hands working in perfect sync as they worship your cock. Seulgi’s lips stretch around the head, her throat constricting as she tries to take you deeper, but she can’t swallow more than halfway. Her eyes water, drool dripping down her chin as she gags and pulls back, gasping for air.

“Fuck—you’re so big—” she chokes out, her voice trembling as she strokes the base of your shaft with both hands.

Irene takes over, her lips wrapping around the middle as she sucks hard, her tongue swirling along the thick veins. “So much,” she murmurs, her voice muffled as she tries to take more, her elegant facade crumbling under the sheer size of you.

Ning and Wonyoung work the base, their tongues flicking and licking at your heavy balls, their hands gripping your thighs for support. Wonyoung’s lips press against your sac, her tongue darting out to tease the sensitive skin as she looks up at you with those dark, bratty eyes.

“Cum for us,” she purrs, her voice low and commanding. “Empty those balls—all over us.”

The girls’ desperation is palpable, their voices rising in a chorus of pleas as they beg for your cum.

“Please—baby—I need it—” Seulgi whimpers, her hands stroking faster.

“Cover me,” Irene moans, her lips still wrapped around your cock.

“I want it—in my mouth—” Ning gasps, her tongue flicking against your balls.

You can’t hold back any longer. Your cock throbs, your balls tightening as the pressure builds to a breaking point. “Fuck—I’m cumming—” you growl, your voice rough and strained.

The girls don’t stop, their mouths and hands working even harder as they push you over the edge. You pull your cock out of Irene’s mouth just in time, your hand stroking the shaft as the first thick rope of cum explodes from the tip.

The first shot hits Irene square in the face, painting her delicate features with a thick, white streak. Her eyes widen in shock, but she doesn’t pull away, her tongue darting out to catch the next spurt as it lands on her lips.

Seulgi is next, her mouth open as a hot, sticky load splashes across her cheeks and chin. She moans, her fingers digging into your thighs as she leans in, trying to catch more.

Ning’s turn. The cum lands on her nose and forehead, dripping down onto her lips. She giggles, her tongue flicking out to taste it as she looks up at you with wide, playful eyes.

Finally, Wonyoung. The last shot hits her right between the eyes, the thick, white fluid dripping down her nose and onto her lips. She smirks, her tongue darting out to lick it off as she looks up at you with that familiar, bratty glint.

“I told you, girls,” she purrs. “He cums like a fucking fountain.”

But it’s not over. Your cock twitches again, another thick rope of cum shooting out and splattering across the girls’ faces. Ning opens her mouth this time, catching the load on her tongue as the others laugh and smear the cum across their skin.

“Fuck—so much—” Seulgi gasps, her fingers trailing through the mess on her face.

Irene giggles, her usual elegance replaced by a playful, almost giddy energy as she wipes the cum from her cheeks and licks it off her fingers. “I love your taste,” she murmurs, her voice trembling with arousal.

Wonyoung leans in, her lips brushing against your cock as she licks up the last few drops. “Good boy,” she purrs, her voice low and teasing.

The room is a mess of sweat, cum, and laughter as the girls start playing with the thick, sticky load you’ve painted across their faces.

Wonyoung is the first to move, her fingers trailing through the mess on her cheeks before bringing them to her lips. She sucks them clean with a slow, deliberate motion, her dark eyes locked on yours as she smirks. “Mmm,” she hums, her voice low and sultry. “Tastes even better than I remember.”

Irene giggles as she wipes the cum from her nose and chin. She licks her fingers clean, her tongue swirling around each digit with a soft, approving hum. “I've never seen anyone cum so much. It's incredible,” she murmurs.

Seulgi isn’t as delicate. She scoops a glob of cum off her cheek with two fingers and shoves it into her mouth, her lips curling into a wicked grin as she swallows. “Fuck,” she groans, her voice rough and raw. “It's really a lot—how do you even produce this much?”

Ning is the most playful, her small hands smearing the cum across her face like war paint. She sticks her tongue out, showing off the thick, white fluid pooled there before swallowing it with a satisfied grin. “Yum,” she teases, her voice light and playful. “Oppa’s cum is the best.”

The girls laugh, their voices mingling in a chorus of amusement and arousal as they continue to play with the mess on their faces. Wonyoung leans over to Irene, her cum-stained lips pressing against Irene’s in a slow, messy kiss. Their tongues swirl together, the taste of your cum mingling with their own arousal as they moan softly into each other’s mouths.

Seulgi and Ning aren’t far behind. Seulgi grabs Ning’s face, her fingers digging into her cheeks as she pulls her into a deep, hungry kiss. Ning giggles against her lips, her hands tangling in Seulgi’s hair as they share the taste of your cum, their moans muffled but unmistakable.

The sight is surreal—four of the most beautiful women in the world, their faces streaked with your cum, kissing and licking it off each other with a hunger that’s almost feral. Your cock twitches weakly, still sensitive from the intense orgasm, as you watch them with a mix of awe and satisfaction.

Wonyoung finally pulls away from Irene, her lips glistening as she turns to you. She crawls over, her long legs carrying her to your side as she leans in, her lips brushing against your softened cock. “Thank you, oppa,” she murmurs, her voice low and sultry. “That was… the best night ever.”

She presses one last kiss to the tip of your cock, her tongue flicking out to taste the last few drops of cum before she leans back, her bratty smirk firmly in place. “Now,” she says, her voice dripping with mischief, “who’s up for round two?”

“I’m in,” Seulgi says.

“Me to,” Irene adds.

Ning giggles. “Obviously,” she teases, her voice light and playful. “I’m not done yet.”

Wonyoung’s smirk widens, her dark eyes locking on yours. “Looks like it’s unanimous,” she purrs. “Round two it is.”

[okwonyo]

❛ YOU ARE MADE OF ANGEL DUST ❜

FORWORD. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗌, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒.

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HEESEUNG

it is quite late for you when you hear things falling on your window. it doesn’t take much to understand that those said things are rocks, and it doesn’t take much time to understand who is throwing them either.

you open your window to see your prince under your balcony, well dressed and hair slicked back. from down there he mouths while he opens his arms, “come down,” and of course, “princess!”

you want to shout and tell him that he is ridiculous. that you already saw each other this afternoon and that there was no need to sneak out so late. be heeseung is heeseung, he loves risks almost as much as he loves you.

there is not a long thinking process before you find yourself sitting on your balcony’s barrier— trusting him enough to catch you. but he does.

with his arms around your tight as he holds you high, he greets you, “i missed you, baby,”

JAY

“c’mon,” he whispers, his thumb rubbing the skin under your eyes, wiping your shining tears. “a princess like you is too pretty to cry.”

the lightness in his tone makes smile. it makes the mood lighter, it makes you less sad. but everytime you look at his face, whenever your gaze falls on his lips, on his cheekbones, the bruises break your heart. you can feel his heartbeat underneath your palm as he holds your hand on his chest, “and a prince like you shouldn’t have scars.”

the prince’s sweet smile gets wider, contrasting with the obvious sadness and worry in his eyes. he look apologetic, even if he didn’t really do anything wrong.

“princess,” he starts. he cups your face in the most caring way you have ever seen, his keeps on your tears. “i have to fight for my people, for my friends, my family and for you.”

you only look at him in lieu of answering. the admiration in your eyes must be as obvious as your concern for your dear lover. your adoration for him grows even bigger when he adds, “and when it’ll be all over, i’ll always be yours.”

JAKE

his smile is utterly lovely when he declares, “let me help you, your majesty,” while offering is hand to you.

you accept without any hesitation but with much giggles. the prince helps you get on the beautiful brown horse standing in front of you both. his hand is your is delicate— you get up there being carefully observed and pampered.

“hold on tight, princess,” he smirks after settling in front of you. you wrap your arms around his chest with a smile on your lips and rest your head on his broad back.

“where are you taking me?” you question after a while, right after remembering where you were— you often get lost in his scent when he is around, forgetting everything around you.

“somewhere as beautiful as you are,” he responds, his voice vibrating in your heart. butterflies erupts in the pit of your stomach when you arrive at your destination. the sea stares right back at you widened eyes, in pure awe.

SUNGHOON

there isn’t enough words to describe how it makes you feel whenever the prince asks you to dance with him. although, it is never the first time— you dance with him since the day you knew how to walk. he is the one you learned how to dance properly with.

everytime he takes your hand in his, then he holds your lower back, that it pulls you close— you always feel an overwhelming feeling of attraction. as if your soul is being pulled towards him.

he must know, how it makes you feel. you know it. because ever since puberty hit him, he is not afraid— in front of the heavy eye of everyone— to whisper something in your ear. right after making you twirl in your long dress.

“don’t be shy, princess,” he says next to your ear. his breath is always so hot against yours. this added to this public display of affection in public makes you blush.

you close your eyes, well too shy to even look st the people are you. he holds you close as you both dance, “it’s only you and me when we dance.”

SUNOO

“follow me,” is all that he says. although, he takes your wrist in his hand and drags you behind him, not giving you much choice, you do follow him.

you don’t say much, just admiring his back as he brings you to the garden behind the palace. he carefully avoids his maids and yours as well— the place is quite crowded today, especially since you had lunch together.

he loosen his grip on your wrist after arriving at his destination. you miss his touch immediately but the way he smiles at you makes you forget about everything you have ever known.

you are too starstruck to acknowledge him walking to get behind you. the cold material on your exposed skin makes you shiver, earning a gasp out of you. you touch it, you feel the pearls against your fingertips.

“i hope you like it,” he tells you right next to your ear. “this necklace has been in my family for generations.”

JUNGWON

you wipe your head to your room’s door as soon as it opens in a swift movement. your maid seems enthusiastic, red in the face like she ran all the way to your room, “your majesty! prince jungwon has arrived.”

you almost get dizzy with how fast you get up from the couch. your heart beats well too fast for you to even say anything. the only thing you can do is to, with a heavy breath, look at the palace’s portail from your balcony.

you see the horses and the carriage. those are things you recognize far too well, too used to waiting for his return from travels all over the world and his visits to your kingdom.

in a heartbeat, you hold your dress and start ruminating out of your room. then you run down the hallway, get down the stairs at the same speed. you may bump into a few people and your shoes echo in the entire palace as you run to the door.

you are out of breath and your legs hurt but you don’t mind. when you finally get to reach him, when you feel his arms embracing you and his scent all over the place— you forget about it all. his hold you tight, even making your feet leave the floor, “my princess.”

RIKI

a cool breeze washes over your body. it caresses your skin, soothes your soul as well as his fingers in your hair. eyes closed, your head on his laps, laying on the green ground.

“i hope that we can get married soon,” is the first words he pronounces after a while. you think that you must be dreaming— he has never said something like this before. maybe he thought about it, but he never said it.

and it’s not like you are surprised. you are supposed to marry him one day, it has always been a known fact. but he has never told you that he wanted to, that he hoped.

you open your eyes. and it’s like waking up from a dream. the sun shines behind his head, he looks down at you with such love that it makes you want to cry. “what?” is all you manage to say— with a smile making its way to your lips.

he takes your hand in his and brings it to his mouth. his lips are soft as he kisses your knuckles, “i want you to be mine forever.”

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[vifilms]

❝ @shouyuus — blame her. this is all her fault. (lovingly) ♡ ❞

nsfw content, eighteen+, vi in some panties, i can't get it out of my mind, inspired by this caitvi art i saw on pinterest.

masterlist.

thinking about vi who grabs one of your panties without even giving it much thought. she's sleepy — a bit riled up from the night before — and vi grabs the first thing she can find in the morning.

when she comes home from her grueling work out, vi truly doesn't register the baby-blue thong she's wearing underneath her favorite pair of gym shorts. has she felt it? of fucking course. she can't imagine how anybody would ever find this comfortable. the entire time the flimsy piece of fabric is sandwiched between her cheeks, there's an urgency to get rid of it.

but then there's you.

with your bright eyes wide, nearly bulging from your sockets, bugging out as you take in the view. yeah, vi's ass is perfect but you've never seen it quite like this. your brain is a one-track mind and all you can think of is painting her ass with your handprint. spreading her cheeks apart as you divulge your tongue, on her folds — wanting nothing more than to to be smothered by her.

your last god-given breath is to be suffocated by your girlfriend and her fantastic ass.

whether it's more squats at the gym or she's in the full force of her bulk, you're dying to have a piece of her. if the desperation wasn't enough, you wipe away the drool that collects on your chin.

"you good, princess?"

it's evil.

she laughs as you can't stop staring like a wild animal ready to pounce on a piece of beef.

with ease, she slides them off, bending over to let you get a full view of her ass. the satisfying muscles she's worked so hard for flexing, especially the beefiness in her hamstrings. certainly not helping your case.

without even realizing it, your thighs rub together and a whimper falls from your wet lips, aching to have her taste saturating your velvet tongue.

“princess?”

“hm?”

“here’s your panties back.” she’s close to you, breath whispering dirty secrets on your as she wads them in her hand. “sorry, was a bit sleepy this morning and mistook them for mine.”

“o-oh, right. thanks.”

it’s just a squeak. a murmur of a mouse being chased by a cat, cornered in as it’s inevitable prey. she smirks as you’re gulping, chest rising faster than it falls. with almost complete certainty, vi knows if she were to place her hand on your heart, she would feel your heart ready to burst out of you chest.

violet’s girl, you, going horny for a piece of ass is enough to send her own heart into overdrive.

“just say the word, and i’ll wear them for you anytime you want, princess.” you think vi’s done but she decides an early grave might be the best call for you. “it’s your ass to fuck after all.”

[acid-ixx]

if you guys are interested, send in an ask or comment!

will anybody be willing to hear out neglected child reader who was another one of zeus's bastard children. you're out there chasing for your stepmother (hera's attention), whilst zeus just lets you run around without his care, clearly too wrapped up in his affairs. your other siblings aren't as good to you, too, thinking another half-deity isn't worth their time—

so you'd give up, pretty much choosing to bestow the mortal world with your presence instead; because if you can't be loved by your own family, then let yourself be worshipped by passionate mortals instead.

how about romancing telemachus? what if you both learn what it's like navigating through his godly favor with athena, and you with your own powers? what if you have odysseus and penelope be the actual parent-figures you always wanted? their overprotectiveness skyrockets every time you propose to being elsewhere in ithaca, to the point you forget that it's you who has the godly powers to oppose, but how could you when a darker side of them appears every time you allow yourself to be disrespected within their palace?

how about in another place? what are you to many of the great warriors, if not for a forgotten, yet mysterious and whimsical deity? why is your name muttered in all the regions? surely, with just how much you deny your god-like origins, but still manage to capture the hearts of hundreds of suitors, you'd gain quite the infamous name despite your closed-off attitude.

imagine enough attention was garnered on your presence, that that's what was needed for them to finally notice you? but you're not quite the same child who used to pull on their robes, or look at them as brightly as the sun— no, now you deny them of any of your love. your mother, hera, finally sees you and urges you to return to olympus away from the prying eyes of many suitors and back into the domain of safety. she calls you her baby, fuzzing over you even when you openly and spitefully try to rip her hands away from fixing your 'messy' robes. zeus isn't any better, now he calls you sweet names and pretend like he hadn't actively bashed on you for your weakness back when you were begging on his throne for just a sliver of attention? he wants you to sit in between his throne and hera's? you're significantly smaller than him, he's gigantic in nature, and it doesn't help that he treats you like you could be easily squashed by him (which is every damn right possible, and it's intimidating and makes you want to cry).

and there's the issue with the others, too. so many of them used to deny you in favor of focusing on their own domains. now apollo wants to carry you off in one of his chariots to ride off the skies with him while he plays his lyre to you? artemis wants to teach you the way of the hunt under the dark, gloomy skies you used to wish under for a moment of their time? aphrodite used to spitefully shut you out of her own doors, but now she invites you in her room to gossip and play pretend while she coos and braids your hair?

and all the other gods, now wanting to take you away from the underserving - as they say it - mortal realm? that the people who built sculptures of you, who held you more lovingly more than those you grew up with, aren't worthy of your divine presence?

what a joy to be a being looming between the lines of mortal and divine, right?

a/n: this concept is better off and more coherent in my head i swear. now i don't often diverge from my main fandom, but the similarities between this and the yan! batfam is quite hilarious to me that ngl i want to make a crossover of it. and yes, this is me coping with the stress of having to deal with the sudden influx of hate in the yan! dc community, so i'm taking a short break from it to focus on this.

[nebulaeternal]

「 ✦ Play by Play - Pt.2 ✦ 」

―୨୧⋆ ˚GENRE/WARNING: f!xm, porn w/little plot, guided masturbation, edging, teasing, evol use, size kink, overstimulation, implied marathon sex, spitting in mouth, praise kink, dirty talk, pussy play, vulgar Caleb, absolute brainrot.

―୨୧⋆ ˚SUMMARY: Caleb has you sprawled out below him, voice low and teasing in your ear as the tension builds even further. Find out what happens when it finally snaps.

―୨୧⋆ ˚WORD COUNT: 2.4K

―୨୧⋆ ˚A/N: Sorry y'all but I'm going to have to continue with ANOTHER part. There's just so much and it's a lot easier to write the whole story in multiple parts. I hope you enjoy this one tho, let me now what you think! If you wanna sign up to be tagged, the link is right below :3

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“You love being called princess, don’t you? Princess.”

A whine escaped your lips, desperation growing with each passing second. “Don’t tease me..” you trailed off. Caleb smirked into your neck, nipping at it, causing you to let out a suppressed moan. He rose to meet your eyes, face close enough to feel the heat radiating from his skin.

You were unsure whether to look away or match his intensity. His gaze on you was hot, it seared your skin like the sun. You had completely forgotten what position you were in till you felt his hard-on pressed right against your core.

It was difficult to ignore, and quite frankly not something you wanted to do anyway. His hands trailed from your thighs to your waist, thumbs resting right below your stomach and he pressed down firmly. Sparks shot to your core as you let out a moan and arched your back.

“There you go. That’s what I like to hear.” He growled lowly. Writhing in his hold, your desperation was now tangible, and you wanted him inside you, badly. One of your legs was hung on his shoulder, his lips meeting the flesh of your calf in a tender kiss.

“Caleb, please I can’t wait any longer.” You ground against his bulge, a sharp grunt came from the man at the unexpected gesture. Involuntary, his hips bucked into yours, both of you sighing in symphony.

He doesn’t know what took over him but he began to roll his hips against yours, slowly. With a satisfied sigh, you threw your head back, feeling the clothed tip flick against your clit when his crotch slid against yours perfectly.

“Hng—Baby..” he couldn’t stop himself, despite needing to be inside you. The feeling of your bare cunt against his restrained cock nearly drove him mad as his hips continued the motion.

“Oh god. Yes~” Your sighs were music to his ears, the energy fueling him to keep going. The rigid fabric created the perfect friction you craved. Clutching the sheets, your hips moved against his own.

The room was hot. A symphony of your moans, his grunts, and fabric shuffling filled the air. You felt that familiar coil in the pit of your stomach as your moans increased in pitch. “I’m-Caleb..” 

He could tell you were close, and like the sick bastard he was he stopped. Your head whipped up, annoyance and desperation written on your face clear as day. He watched your reaction and chuckled, his grip on your hips loosening slightly.

“Caleb, what the fuck?” You let out an exasperated grumble. He only continued to laugh, mocking you “I’ve been trying to get off all day, why would you do that?!” Your exclamation only made his laughter increase, in turn making you more upset as your face burned hot. Not entirely registering what he was doing, you continued your ramble as he placed the most gentle of kisses along your leg, up your thigh, and finally your mound. A gasp slipped from your lips.

Before you could say another word, Caleb’s tongue flicked out, tasting you. A moan was drawn from your mouth, hands grasping his hair desperately as the warm muscle invaded your walls.

“Mmph! Hah..” the desperation and satisfaction in your whines and whimpers spurred Caleb on, his tongue aggressively assaulted your clit. His lips suctioned around you, causing you to buck and arch.

“Caleb!” He caught you by surprise, sucking and flicking the sensitive bud as you wriggled in his hold. It was almost too much, unsure whether you wanted him to stop or keep going. “Haaa fuck—“ 

Your wanton moans fill the air, the slurping and sucking accompanying Caleb’s mouth, all making your head spin. 

The grip on his hair got tighter as you shoved him further into your dripping cunt. “Caleb please~” you begged him. You were so close, not wanting to be denied, you begged him hard. The word “please” fell from your lips like a mantra, feeling that coil in your stomach ready to become undone.

He pulled away with a pop. “Wanna cum, princess?” His words reverberated against your sensitive flesh. You bit your lip, nodding eagerly as his tongue laved over your bundle of nerves. 

“Yes—please, please let me cum.” You sobbed, eyes pricking with tears once more, threatening to spill. “Please~” you whined, attempting to shove his head closer to your core if that was even possible.

Your walls began to convulse as your hips bucked wilder. Caleb held you down firmly and worked you thoroughly, finally letting you hit your climax. His name spilled from your lips while he helped you ride it out.

Even after you had finished, you still felt his tongue drawing lazy circles on your cunt, scrounging for remnants of your release to savor with his tongue. “S-Stop it’s too mu-mmph!” his lips wrapped firmly around you. Giving one final suck before pulling away.

He looked up at you like a hungry animal, pupils were blown out, staring at you almost like he was ready to dive back in, but he stopped himself, for you of course. Rising back up, you could see your slick glistening on his nose, chin, and lips. 

“Fuck...” You exhaled, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Without skipping a beat, Caleb captured your lips in his own, teeth and tongue clashing in a passionate kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, only making your body grow hotter. You both pulled away, panting with flushed faces as you stared into each other’s eyes. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that..” He murmured onto your lips while his fingers wrapped gently around your thigh, pulling you flush against his crotch once more. Involuntarily you bucked into it, earning a groan from him. He truly was trying to do the gentlemanly thing and not fuck your brains out but you were making it so hard for him to resist that temptation. His hips rocked against yours, clothed bulge pressed against your cunt, staining the thin fabric concealing his raging boner, preventing you from feeling him fully.

Once more, you both found yourself grinding against each other like animals in heat, almost scared to rid of the barrier between you both.

Another climax was already en route, still very sensitive from the previous orgasm. “Almost-“ Then he stopped. Again. 

“Caleb, I swear to fucking—I will walk away right now if you do this again. Fuck yo—“The tip of his cock was pressed right against your clit. A gasp slipped from your lips.

He was big. Could it even fit inside you?? 

“I’m trying, princess.” You hadn’t realized it but while you were busy pouting and fussing, Caleb slipped himself from his boxers, a stupid grin plastered on his face because he couldn’t believe he could have you, finally.

“It’s so big—“ he smirked, feeling proud. “I don’t think it’ll fit.” You said exasperated. You could see the smirk on his face droop slightly, faint worry laced in his expression.

The last thing he would ever wanna do is hurt you.

“Do you really want this..? Want me?” He sounded almost pathetic with how he was whispering against your lips, the question carrying a pleading undertone. His breath was warm and fanned against your skin. The tip of his cock pushing insistently against your clit while he waited for your answer.

You felt a little less nervous about the sheer size of his cock. You grabbed the sides of his face, pulling him in for another kiss. “If I didn’t-“ kiss “I wouldn’t-“ kiss “be here. Now stop talking so much and put yourself to use.” 

That was all he needed to hear. If there was one thing Caleb loved to do it was tease, which I’m sure you’ve picked up on by now. He rubbed his length up and down your quivering slit, studying your reactions intently as his lips quirked up slightly.

He loved seeing the way your mouth fell open, bliss completely enveloping your body and senses. “Caleb, please, you’ve teased enough.”

“Beg.” You couldn’t believe your ears. He could not be serious. 

“You’re joking..” to which he tilted his head at you silently. You let out a whine nearly crying with his prolonged silence only caving because you desperately need him inside you. Setting aside what little pride you had left, a string of pathetic pleas left your mouth.

“Pleasepleaseplease, I nee—hng~” he slid the tip of his cock into you slowly. Watching you closely for any signs of discomfort. You were squeezing him like a vice, it nearly choked the air out of his lungs.

“Nnggh..Baby..relax—you’re so tight..” your toes were curling, his cock felt like it was splitting you open. Your nails dug crescent shapes into his skin as he sunk into your walls slowly while you bit your lip to brace yourself.

“Too big—“ you choked out, thumb frantically tapping his arm, to which he stopped his advances. Caleb was about halfway in, straining and doing his best not to fuck up into you.

He brought his lips to your forehead, planting a gentle kiss as he stroked your skin. “I’m sorry baby, it’ll be over soon.” The sensation of his lips fluttering along your face helped you soon forget about the numbing sensation on your lower half.

Testing your comfort, you gave him a squeeze, his hips twitched in restraint as he threw his head forward, hair tickling your nose. Nothing but groans and heavy, shaky breaths left his body, arms braced at the sides of your head.

“Ok..you can continue.” You murmured. Caleb continued slowly pushing his way inside you, fighting against your tight walls before finally bottoming out.

You felt full. You nearly couldn’t breathe. You could feel him twitch inside you, sweat pricking his skin as you both adjusted to the position. After some moments of exchanged groans and sighs, slowly but carefully, he pulled out.

“Oh my god…” you gasped, thinking it couldn’t get any more intense till he slid back inside. “Oh fuck—Caleb…” he let out a sigh of satisfaction, feeling your walls hug his cock with each thrust of his hips.

He continued this slow pace, lips finding yours as he swallowed up every sound that spilled from your mouth.  His fingers slid along your palm and tangled in yours. 

Caleb loved you. He wanted to cherish this moment before his last shred of sanity was squeezed away by your tight walls. So he made love to you. It was a slow, sensual tango of bodies, the steady rhythm of his hips forcing cries from your lips.

His eyes bore into yours, feeling yourself get consumed by him. “You’re so beautiful princess..” he whispered above your lips, eyes full of affection and adoration. 

You could only sigh in response, eyes screwing shut and head thrown back as he found a particular spot inside you. With your throat now exposed, Caleb planted kisses along the column of your neck while his hips moved in tangent.

“Caleb~” Something in him snapped with the way you moaned his name. He’s shown his tender side, now you were in for so much more. He gripped your thighs, hooking them over his shoulder, he stared at your wandering eyes, drinking in the sight of the last few seconds of serenity that would cross your face while he was inside you.

His hips snapped forward, slamming himself deep inside you. The action caught you very off guard as it choked a moan from you. Giving you absolutely no time to speak, he pulled out almost entirely before slamming his hips back, knocking the wind from your lungs.

Your attempts to call out his name were drowned out by the sound of your own moans. The intensity and vigor with which he fucked you was beyond anything you could imagine.

He was practically splitting you open as he bullied his way into your cunt, tip kissing your cervix while you babbled. He gathered your wrists in one hand, raising them above your head before pinning them there with his evol.

You were trapped. His hands slid along your body before reaching your breasts. With his rough padded fingers, he grasped a nipple between his fingers, pinching and rolling it like a toy.

A yelp escaped your lips, the sensation of it all making your head spin. He continued to play with your nipples, making sure to give both equal attention while he stuffed you full of his cock.

Hooking his hands under your knees, he pressed your legs against your chest, folding you nearly in half “HNGG! CA-“ he pulled out, driving deep into you once more, the sound of skin slapping skin was prominent with each thrust.

Your eyes rolled back, feeling how deep he was hitting. Tears pricked your eyes, the sensation causing that knot to form in the pit of your stomach. Spit trickled from the corner of your mouth, moans spilling endlessly while he drove his cock into you. Any sense of coherence left in your body was gone. He watched your mind go blank while you attempted to beg him. The only thing on your mind was his name and his cock. “Open.” his words didn’t register in your mind. Gripping your face firmly, he tilted your head till you looked him in the eyes. You were such a beautiful mess for him. Eyes glimmering, face flushed, lips swollen and caught between your teeth. “H-Huh..?” “Open.” His thumb forced its way past your lips, hooking on your teeth and prying your mouth open. He spit in your mouth. “Now swallow.” You did as you were told and swallowed what he gave you, sticking your tongue out to show him. “Good fucking girl.” his hips slammed harshly against yours. You were such a dirty broken mess for him and he loved it. Feeling your climax draw closer, you could feel yourself nearly forcing yourself away from him. But he only drew you closer, pushing your legs impossibly closer to your chest. “Take it.” The look in his eyes was almost sinister, dog tag hitting his skin aggressively with each thrust. You felt yourself unraveling, the coil in your stomach snapping as you came hard. “There you go~” He cooed watching you break beneath him. “Mmmgh..” you were no longer capable of using words. His pace didn’t let up as you shattered, fucking you through your orgasm. That creamy white ring formed around the base of his cock while he fucked you. “I’m not done with you yet.” 

「 ✦ Part 3. Coming Soon! ✦ 」

[brittle-doughie]

Orchestrated Arrival (Pure Vanilla Cookie)

Previous Story

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[Main Story]

Therapy Progress Note

Y/N Cookie has improved drastically since the last visit with me, being more lively and engaged with my questions and conversations. Their previous symptoms have since cleared up and appear to be back to normal condition. There was one particular thing of note was the incense they carry with them, but they’ve told me that it was just for personal reasons.

I ask that Y/N Cookie returns to me in a week to see if their progress continues to improve. Seeing their smile reminds me of why I chose this line of work.

- Chamomile Cookie.

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You looked up at your drawer mirror, that light in your eyes that wasn’t there before, giving you confidence that you were back. Back in control.

You look over to the incense that was in the burner, giving off that fragrance that you’ve welcomed into your life. You kept counting your stars that Golden Osmanthus Cookie was able to help with your…problem.

You kept inspecting yourself when you noticed that the smoke from the burner had stopped, looks like it ran out of incense. No matter, you open your drawer to get out the next one..until you kept reaching around in there and noticed there wasn’t any.

Well..that was okay, the other drawer also had more, you’ll just open that and get some mo-there wasn’t any in there either.

Now you really started to worry as you go through the drawers to try and look for where you placed the incense, unable to locate any as your searching grew more frantic. You were practically opening any cabinet or drawer and flipping them upside down to look for something, anything!

That hazy feeling in your head was slowing returning and along with it, came their voices again…

…

…

You: “Oh no…”

Shadow Milk Cookie: “Yoohoooo~! If it isn’t my dearest little Cookie!”

You: “What?! You’re here already?!”

Shadow Milk Cookie: “Aw, that’s no way to greet a close friend of yours~!”

You: “We’re not friends. I only allowed you to help that one time and you still had to go overboard with it!”

You sigh to yourself. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you looked like a crazy Cookie talking to thin air from an outside perspective.

Shadow Milk Cookie: “Tsk tsk tsk. I did as you asked, you never said HOW I should do it. Or did that not matter to you in the heat of the moment~?”

You: “Yeah, because I’m not as nuts as you are.”

Shadow Milk Cookie: “Oh, Y/N Cookie! I’m so hurt~ There’s no need to get mad with little ol’ me~ Those three are still alive, right~?”

You only grumbled as you get up to head out the door, only for your hand to freeze up right as it was about to touch the doorknob, confusing you.

You: “What the…”

Shadow Milk Cookie: “Believe me when I say that I hate doing this, but it seems you leave me with no choice!”

Your hand leaves the doorknob as you grabbed your arm with the other one.

You: “No way, it hasn’t been that long yet!”

Shadow Milk Cookie: “Oh no, you see, I’m different compared to my…friends. Nothing you can do will deter me from you…”

You: “Get out of my head!”

Shadow Milk Cookie: “Oh, but it’s just so snug in here! All of these feelings! All of these memories…you’ve been quite the busy Cookie longer than I expected!”

You: “Don’t. You. Dare.”

Shadow Milk Cookie: “If you don’t want to take a trip down memory lane, then listen to what I have to say, cutie~”

You: “……*sigh*..What is it?”

Shadow Milk Cookie: “Surprise! You’re going to Beast-Yeast again! This time, to see the greatest show master across the land, me!”

You: “Of course it’d be that, as if your friends weren’t enough…”

Shadow Milk Cookie: “Aw, don’t be like that. My acquaintances may be a little..intense, but I promise to you that they do care!”

You: “One of them tried to mess with my mind and the other gave me these invisible scars of sort. Is that caring to you? Not to mention that you tried to mess with my head too!”

Shadow Milk Cookie: “Things might have gone a little off script, but I promise it will be different this time!”

You: “And if I say no-“

Shadow Milk Cookie: “THEN YOUR KINGDOM WILL SUFFER FROM YOUR CHOICE!”

You: “What?! You can’t do that! They have nothing to do with this!”

Shadow Milk Cookie: “You’ve forced my hand, Y/N~ I’d hate to hurt you much more, but I will have your little pals on strings if you say no~ I don’t need my puppets alive to toy with them~”

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A brief flash of an image coursed in your head. Your kingdom on fire. Houses in ruin. The grass was wilted as Cookies fled from the chaos.

There in the sky were Crowned Cupcake, Salsa, and Dumpling Cookie. Their limbs twisted and broken on blue strings, their necks…necks don’t bend that way…

The flash goes away as quickly as it came, making you gasp.

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You: “No, you can’t…”

Shadow Milk Cookie: “Oh, but I will! So, what will it be? No pressure~”

You: “I….I…”

*KNOCK KNOCK*

???: “Y/N Cookie? Is everything alright in there?”

You snapped your head to the door to the voice on the other side of it.

You: “Dumpling Cookie?”

Shadow Milk Cookie: “Tick tock, honey~”

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Dumpling Cookie: “Y/N Cookie? Are you..”

The door to your chambers opens as you step out, as you adjust your outfit with a determined look.

You: “I’m fine. But I have to go and attend to something. I’ll be back when I can.”

Dumpling Cookie: “What? This is abrupt of you, I can come along to assess the situation-“

You: “No need, I can handle myself.”

Dumpling Cookie: “Y/N Cookie, do you not remember what I said earlier? If anything is a problem, you can tell me…”

You: “Don’t you trust me that I can handle things on my own?”

Dumpling Cookie: “I’m not doubting you, but..I just wanted to know if you were okay…”

You: “I am, don’t you worry. I’ll see you around…”

You go and head off down the hallway. Dumpling Cookie wanted to reach out and go to you…but stopped herself.

You made your choice clear…

…

…

…

???: “Are they gone?”

Dumpling Cookie sighs as she looked to the side solemnly.

Dumpling Cookie: “Yes…”

Salsa Cookie and Crowned Cupcake Cookie step out of the darkness of the hallway behind her.

Salsa Cookie: “Good. We’re getting to the bottom of this.”

Crowned Cupcake Cookie: “It hurts me to see my dearest shun us out, we need an explanation from them!”

Salsa Cookie: “Don’t be too sad, Dumpling Cookie. Y/N Cookie is clearly hiding something from us and we’re going to figure out what.”

Dumpling Cookie: “I just feel like we could have waited for them to tell us on their own terms…”

Crowned Cupcake Cookie: “The more we wait, the more they could get hurt!”

Salsa Cookie: “Remember, this is for their own good…”

Dumpling Cookie still had conflicted feelings, right as she headed into your chambers alongside the two.

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Pure Vanilla Cookie: “Y/N Cookie, you’re here!”

You: “Y-yeah, here I am.”

Pure Vanilla goes to hug you close as the others head over, glad to see you return to the Faerie Kingdom after many months.

Pure Vanilla Cookie: “Are you okay? Are you well?”

You: “Yes, I am…well….”

Your eyes twinkle a certain blue.

You already regret coming here…

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“What do you mean you won’t hand over control of them?!”

“This wasn’t what we agreed on…”

“Oh please, my friends! You two had your chance with my dearest! Now it’s my time to shine with my special reunion with them~”

“And what if you fail?! We’ll be losing them again from the palm of our hands!”

“It will be a pity if it happens…”

“I’ve got this under control. It’s either us or their kingdom falling under ruin~! They’ll be in our grasp when I’m done with them~”

“You have better be right….”

“Yes, I can’t lose them again….”

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[zeyris-daydreams]

We had Mydei, but what about Phainon? He too is one of the Chrysos Heirs. Therefore he too has his wife chosen for him.

It was mostly for convenience rather than looking for any deeper bonds; logic propagated not by Phainon but Aglaea. Then again it only makes sense generally; traditional roles of a wife ease the Chrysos Heir's burdens to a degree, be it cooking or cleaning.

And Phainon was a fairly hard working man.

Despite this being arranged you felt a sense of anxiety as you waited with other women, it didn't help that he was a man of importance. What's the guarantee he'd like you anyway? You were chosen according to the conventionality of it, and other circumstances you didn't really understand. Then again, it was easier not to think of it.

The short formal ceremony was quite comfortable for Phainon, who seemed like too much of a social butterfly. While you were nervous about being married to a practical stranger, he spoke with ease as if he had not heard the concept of social anxiety.

Going back home was even scarier, at first.

Strangely enough — Phainon remained nice. It's not that he was a man with mean blood, but once all eyes weren't on you, a hint of understanding graced his face.

He was aware this situation was strange, not only for you but for him as well; it was a huge change from his daily status quo. While he was grateful for your presence, he rather early on established that you were to bear no responsibility here—no pressure to do things.

That didn't stop you from doing things, of course.

Arranged marriage wasn't something strange in this society by no means, most arranged couples lived on to become quite close as well overtime.

Subtle enough, it was the passing glances or asking how your day went. Lingering touch of his hand on yours on the counter.

Conversations and wrapping his arms around you while you were cooking, leaning to place his chin on your shoulder. Things snowballed slowly and comfortably over the months, as could be expected of a man and a woman living together.

Phainon decided they were right. A wife made his life a whole lot easier. And maybe the tug of emotions at his heartstrings was enough to confirm it, he did pick you after all—you didn't have to know that.

And you didn't have to know that the Chrysos' Heir's favourite activity in the past would be watching you go about your day. You were as sweet as he could've guessed from his observations.

Ah. He loved his wife.

[dreaminguponlilypads]

NOISE.

Simon “Ghost” Riley x reader with autism

disc: i dont have autism myself so apologies in advance if i got anything wrong! pls comment if i did!

Simon wasn’t good with words. He never had been. But he knew how to see things—patterns, tells, the little details most people ignored. That was why, when he came home to find you curled up on the couch, hood pulled over your head, hands fidgeting with the drawstrings, he didn’t ask what’s wrong?

He already knew.

The day had been too much. Maybe the noise, the people, the expectations—whatever it was, it had drained you down to nothing. You hadn’t even turned on the lights.

Ghost—no, Simon, here in the quiet of home—moved carefully. He set his gear down without a sound, then toed off his boots before making his way to you. He didn’t force touch, didn’t push. Instead, he sat down beside you, close but not crowding, waiting.

After a moment, you shifted, pressing your shoulder into his. He took that as permission, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you in.

“Noisy day?” he murmured against your hair.

You nodded, your fingers still restless. He reached down, caught one of your hands in his. He didn’t stop you from stimming, just laced his fingers through yours, letting you know he was there. Solid. Real. Safe.

“I got you,” he muttered. And you knew he meant it.

With Simon, you didn’t have to explain why the world exhausted you. You didn’t have to justify needing quiet, or why the texture of his hoodie was the only thing grounding you right now. He just knew.

And that was enough.

You breathed in slowly, the familiar scent of Simon’s jacket—gunpowder, soap, him—filling your senses. His thumb traced slow circles over your knuckles, grounding without overwhelming, never rushing you.

“Anything I can do?” he asked, voice low, careful.

You shook your head, still tucked into his side. “Just this.”

He hummed, a sound you’d come to recognize as understanding. No pressure, no need for you to explain. The weight of his arm around you was enough, steady and warm.

Minutes passed like that, quiet and still, until the worst of the overstimulation ebbed. Your fingers relaxed slightly in his grip, your breathing evened out.

Simon noticed. Of course he did.

“Yeah?” he murmured, tilting his head to look at you.

You nodded. He squeezed your hand once before shifting. “C’mon.”

You let him pull you up, following without question as he led you to the kitchen. He didn’t turn on the harsh overhead light, just flicked on the small one above the stove—soft, warm, easy on your senses.

He knew. He always knew.

“You ate today?” he asked, opening the fridge.

You hesitated. That was answer enough.

With a quiet sigh, he pulled out your comfort food—something simple, something safe, something he’d bought because he knew days like this happened. As he started preparing it, you hovered beside him, not quite ready to let go of the warmth of his presence.

Simon didn’t mind. He never did.

“You want to help or just sit with me?” he asked, glancing over.

You considered, then mumbled, “Just be here.”

He nodded once, no questions, no teasing. Just understanding.

And as the quiet hum of the kitchen filled the space, as the worst of the day melted away in the presence of the one person who got you, you realized something—

Home wasn’t just a place. It was a person.

And for you, that person was him.

After eating, the weight in your chest had lessened, the overstimulation still there but dulled to something manageable. You yawned, rubbing at your eyes as Simon cleaned up without a word.

He never asked you to do more than you could handle—just nudged a glass of water toward you with a pointed look, knowing you’d forget otherwise.

When you were both ready for bed, Simon didn’t turn on the bright ceiling light in the bedroom. Instead, he flicked on the small lamp by your side of the bed, warm and dim. The small things—the things no one else noticed—he always did.

You climbed into bed, instantly cocooning yourself under the blankets. Simon, ever patient, took his time. He sat on the edge of the mattress, unlacing his boots with methodical care. The quiet was comfortable, broken only by the soft rustling of fabric.

As he pulled off his hoodie, you reached out, fingers brushing against the sleeve. A silent request.

He stilled for half a second before wordlessly handing it to you.

You tugged it over your head, letting the fabric swallow you whole. It was big, heavy, his. It smelled like him, the lingering scent of soap and gunpowder and warmth. Immediate comfort.

Simon turned, eyes scanning over you in the hoodie before shaking his head with the barest hint of amusement. He didn’t say anything, but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, like he found you impossibly endearing.

“Comfy?” he muttered as he slid under the blankets beside you.

You nodded, shifting closer. You were still buzzing with leftover energy, mind running in loops despite the exhaustion weighing you down.

Simon noticed. Of course he did.

Without a word, he reached out, resting a broad, calloused hand against your back. A slow, steady pressure, grounding you without trapping you.

“Too much in your head?” he murmured.

You swallowed, nodding against his chest.

Simon exhaled softly, his fingers trailing absentmindedly up and down your spine. A repetitive motion, calming and predictable.

“Tell me,” he muttered. Not a demand. Just an invitation.

You hesitated, fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt. “Just… everything,” you admitted. “Noise. Expectations. Existing.”

His fingers stilled for half a second before continuing. “I get that,” he said quietly.

And he did. Maybe not in the exact same way, but he knew what it was like to be overwhelmed, to feel like the world expected too much. He’d never push you to explain more than you wanted to. Just this—just knowing he understood—was enough.

Simon shifted slightly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. A rare, gentle thing.

“You’re alright,” he muttered, voice barely above a whisper. “Got you.”

You closed your eyes, finally, finally allowing yourself to relax. The world outside could wait. Right now, you were safe.

Right now, you had him.

And that was enough.

[hees-mine]

More Loser virgin heeseung thoughts

NSFW MDNI hard thought/Drabble

Loser virgin hee: that once he gets on video call with you, his confidence falls to its absolute lowest he’s shy, nervous, not showing his face, barely muttering a word, and he’s so embarrassed when he can’t keep a hard-on for you no matter how hard he tries he keeps going limp from nervousness and when he finally does get fully erect he cums in less than a minute.

Loser virgin hee: who immediately ends the video call with you before he can even see your reaction. He’s too mortified by his performance or lack thereof, and he can’t stick around because if you laugh at him, he is going to dig a hole in the ground and live there forever.

Loser virgin hee: who changes his username and deletes your guy's old chats so you can’t find him cause he’ll never be able to live that down? How could he? He finally had his chance and he blew it quite literally.

Loser virgin hee: who continues his normal routine, consistently jacking off to your lives and leaving his usual donations, which comes back to bite him in the ass because his donations were the most recognizable given the fact he’s the only one desperate and pathetic enough to drop his whole check on you.

Loser virgin hee: who nearly had a heart attack when he saw a DM from you. How did you find him? It was easy. No one other than him left $ $500 tips, and the fact that your most loyal viewer suddenly disappeared after a certain video call easily narrowed it down.

Loser virgin hee: who’s itching to reply, but the shame of cumming in front of you in less than a minute still haunts him as if it had just happened today, but who’s he kidding? He’s too fucking addicted to you not to reply.

Loser virgin hee: who loses it when you tell him that you were dissatisfied with your video call not because he came but because you didn’t get a chance to before he ran off.

Loser virgin hee: who replies in lightning speed, apologizing profusely, telling you he’ll make it up to you. He doesn’t know why he said that, though. How can he when he can’t even hold his orgasm or stay hard in front of you?

Loser virgin hee: who wants to cum in his pants after you tell him that you thought him cumming quickly was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

Loser virgin hee: gains just enough courage, or maybe he’s just so horny that he doesn’t think twice before requesting a video call with you he pulls his pants down, hard dick springing out of his pants, his tip coated in precum and he starts stroking himself off giving you a show right away his soft whimpers go straight to your core, and you have to squeeze your thighs together for some relief.

Loser virgin hee: “You like this, don’t you?” He moans, bucking his hips up to fuck his fist. “Fuck I’m already close” his cock throbs in his hand, the veins lining his shaft thick and pulsing as he moans, writhing on the bed until his release takes over his hips stutter and long, thick white ropes of cum spill from his tip the stream intense and seemingly never-ending as he covers his fist. You wish all that was going inside you instead.

Loser virgin hee: who’ll shyly ask if you liked it once he’s finished, and it shocks him when you tell him you did. How could you not? After that show he put on, even though he had just come, he surprised himself by getting hard again, and this time, he was going to make sure you came with him.

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[queenie-ofthe-void]

A Florist's Least Favorite Holiday

Steddie || wc: 1.7k || rating: T || tags: fluff, author clearly writing a self-insert story to vent about valentine's day, this is a real thing that happened to me so I wrote about it

Valentine’s day is fucking awful. It’s the worst day of the year, and this year’s no different than the last five Valentine’s days Eddie’s worked in the floral shop.

Don’t get him wrong, all holidays are chaotic. There’s centerpieces filled with sticky sap and sparkles for the winter holidays, cornicopias filled with crumbly floral foam for Thanksgiving, enough lilies for Easter to jump-start his seasonal allergies, and even mountains of red, white, and blue headstone wreaths for Memorial day.

Combine all of the holidays, and weddings and funerals together; and none of them hold a candle to the house fire that is Valentine’s day.

Prepping over a month in advance, Eddie has taken almost four hundred orders for pick-up and delivery for the tiny, backwater town of Hawkins. They’re a small shop, with only himself, Chrissy, and Vickie as permanent workers. Thankfully, this year they were able to hire some temporary helpers to blow up balloons, make candy baskets, and take deliveries. Even with the help, that still leaves everything else to the three of them.

Eddie’s stripped the thorns from over a thousand roses in the past two weeks, sorting them into buckets by color or arranging a dozen into a beautiful bouquet. The best part about his job is usually bringing a design to life, picking the perfect flowers to create an arrangement like a work of art. Yet somehow, Valentine’s day manages to sucks the life out of that too, with little to no creativity between each one-dozen red roses arranged in a fake crystal vase.

Regardless, he’s busting his ass. The newbies have left for both rounds of morning deliveries and the first round of afternoons. Chrissy’s working the counter while Vickie fields complaints. This leaves Eddie to wander the floor, helping confused husbands and boyfriends find the right pick for their spouses.

Working with customers to find something they’re happy with isn’t so bad. He likes guiding them towards answers to questions they didn’t think to ask. Questions like what their spouse wears, how their home is decorated, what their favorite color is, and how each of those are a small clue into exactly what the recipient would love. Every detail helps, and Eddie is, quite genuinely, always happy to help someone who asks– nicely.

He’s on his way back to the counter with an empty bucket in his arms when he spots a guy holding a few roses. Eddie watches, momentarily transfixed, as the man sticks his tongue out in concentration, swiping it over his lower lip. His brow’s furrowed, glancing back and forth between single-stem lavender and pink roses in the display case in front of him. 

Eddie can’t blame the guy, honestly. There’s over twenty different colored roses to choose from this year. Chrissy really went above and beyond to haggle with their suppliers. They’ve got the best of the best, truly something to brag about. 

He sets the bucket down underneath a display table so it’s out of the way as he heads over to help. And damn, the guy’s even prettier up close. There’s a light dusting of moles across his face and neck. The lights in the display case shine golden against his softly styled brown hair. 

Eddie must catch his attention, and the lights reflect the light hazel tone to his russet colored eyes. A goddamn fucking angel walked into Eddie’s shop. Except he’s wearing high-top Nike’s like the jocks used to wear, along with tight acid-washed jeans, and grey Members Only jacket. The guy screams straight, ex-jock, fuck boy, even more evident by the three separate roses in his hand. 

Still, he’s a customer in need. And Eddie is nothing if not a helpful, humble servant.

“Can I help you find something?” Eddie asks. It’s only slightly more casual and flirty than his typical customer service voice. 

The man’s lips part into a soft ‘oh’ as he just stands and stares at him. Eddie quickly glances down at himself, scanning for stray stems or petals hanging from his apron. There’s nothing there, at least nothing worth gawking at. Maybe he’s got something in his teeth? Shit, he should’ve checked first.

“Uhh–,” the man says, intelligently, interrupting Eddie’s own internal spiral– “I was just looking at, you know.” He gestures to the buckets of roses without taking his eyes off Eddie. “I need one more, and can’t decide on a color.”

“Three roses, huh?” Eddie says, the joke rolling off the tip of his tongue before his mortified brain can prune it, “One for each girlfriend, that’s sweet of you.”

Fucking Christ. He wishes he’d kept the bucket of water to drown himself in, like this day can get any worse.

This beautiful, angel of a man scoffs at the unbecoming joke and yeah, Eddie can’t blame him. For someone who not only prides himself on his customer service skills, but also his ability to charm his way into many men’s beds, this is a royally large fuck up.

The man grabs the lavender rose, holding it out to Eddie along with the two other pink and white ones already in his hand. “This,” he emphasizes with the lavender rose, “is for my best friend. This one–” he holds out the pink– “is for my adopted sister.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, before the guy cuts him off.

“And this one–” he shows off the white rose– “is for my Gran. I’m stopping by the cemetery on my way home and thought she’d like it.”

Forget drowning in a bucket of leaf water, Eddie deserves to be crushed under the weight of a million roses, thorns cutting into tiny little pieces. 

“Right,” Eddie huffs, annoyed with himself. He scrubs his hands roughly over his face, like he can erase the embarrassed flush burning up his neck to the tips of his ears. “I’m so sorry, man. I have no idea why I said that. It’s just–” Eddie waves his hand around the store– “it’s been a long day, and sometimes I think I’m funny when I’m really, really not. I’m not normally this awkward, and I’m typically much better at my job.”

At this, the guy smirks, like watching Eddie squirm is entertaining. It’s the least he can do, if his misery makes the man feel better.

“Can you ring me up?”

Eddie nods, thankful how quickly he seems to let the entire confrontation go. They make their way to the counter, Chrissy eyeing him as he asks her to switch for a second. She eyes the customer and nudges Eddie, where he notices a playful smirk on her face. Jesus, she’s nosey. He only rolls his eyes as she walks off.

Doing his best to avoid eye contact, Eddie focuses solely on wrapping up the flowers in the pretty, heart-printed paper they bought specifically for the day, and wraps a matching colored bow to each flower. He feels the unrelenting urge to fix this, unsure why it even matters to him. This guy most likely won’t even be back until next year, just like the rest of the customers he’s helped today. Eddie shouldn’t treat this one customer any differently because he’s cute.

And yet.

“I actually think you’re really sweet!” Eddie blurts, thrusting the packaged roses into the guy’s waiting arms. “Shit, I meant it’s sweet you’re buying them gifts. I didn’t mean you’re sweet. I mean, not that you’re not sweet, I mean– goddamnit.” 

He’s smiling at Eddie, like this is all an adorable spectacle and not the worst experience of every Valentine’s day Eddie’s. God, that fucking smile makes Eddie’s insides melt, blinded by pure sunshine.

“Really?” His voice is playful, if yet a little shy. Eddie buys into it, of course he does, desperate to make up for his flailing. 

“Yeah, definitely sweet– adorable, even. Positively charming.” Eddie’s on better footing now, watching a rosy blush bloom underneath tanned freckles. There’s a line of customers grumbling about the wait, but Eddie doesn’t care, not so long as he gets to keep staring at the literal angel now smiling back at him.

“I’m single, you know.” 

Eddie can’t think to respond over the roaring static in his ears, brain going into full shut-down mode. Did he just–

“What?” And Eddie’s back to being a total buffoon.

It must be cute though, because the guy laughs as he leans forward to grab one of the shop’s business cards next to the register. He writes something on it, then hands it back to Eddie who flips it around in his hands to read it.

Call me, and thanks for your help.

♥️ Steve

There’s a phone number listed below the man’s– Steve’s– name. An actual, honest to god phone number. From a man who looks like he could work in Hollywood for a living. 

Eddie can feel his own face splitting in two with how hard he’s smiling. He reads the simple note once, twice, three times before he remembers where he is and who’s still standing in front of him.

Steve looks hopeful, eyes flitting between Eddie and the note as he fiddles with the bow on one of the packaged roses. 

“Yes,” Eddie practically shouts, glee saturating his tone. “I’ll definitely call you tonight. Well–” Eddie glances around the shop, spotting the scattered empty buckets, piles of dead leaves on the ground, and the stack of unprocessed delivery tickets– “maybe I’ll call you tomorrow.”

And Steve nods, like it’s that easy, and shyly answers, “Can’t wait,” before heading out the door, sending a dorky little wave over his shoulder as he goes.

Somehow, Eddie manages to recover enough of his higher brain power to work the rest of the day. He falls back into routine: boxing vases, filing orders, dumping rotten plant water, scrubbing buckets, and organizing the back cooler. It’s almost midnight by the time he gets home, slightly earlier than he expected.

His feet ache like they always do, and he’s so emotionally drained that Eddie thinks he could go the rest of his life without talking to another customer ever again. Except he thinks, fiddling with Steve’s note, maybe there’s one customer Eddie would talk to again.

Tomorrow, though. Definitely tomorrow.

divider kudos <3

[syluslnd]

hey can I request Sylus with corruption kink because the reader is a shy hyper feminine bimbo?

⋆. 𐙚𐙚 ˚. sylus with a corruption kink ❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You sat on the edge of the bed, your hands nervously fidgeting in your lap. Sylus stood across the room, his silhouette sharp against the shadows.

His crimson eyes gleamed with an intensity that made your heart race, though you couldn’t quite place why. You trusted him completely, utterly. After all, he was the one who had always been there for you, the one who made you feel safe.

“You’re trembling” he said, his voice smooth and low like velvet. He took a step closer and you instinctively shrank back, though not out of fear. It was more like… anticipation. “Do I make you nervous?”

You shook your head quickly, your cheeks flushing. “N-no, it’s just… I’ve never done this before.”

Sylus chuckled, a dark, melodic sound that sent shivers down your spine. “I know” he said, his smirk widening. “That’s what makes it so fun.”

He closed the distance between you, his fingers brushing against your chin as he tilted your face up to meet his gaze. His eyes were hypnotic, pulling you in, and you felt yourself melting under his touch. “You’re so pure” he murmured, his thumb tracing your lower lip. “So innocent. It’s almost a shame to ruin you.”

Your breath hitched and you looked away, unable to hold his gaze. “I-I’m not innocent” you whispered, though the words felt hollow.

Sylus laughed softly, his hand sliding down to your neck, his fingers lightly pressing against your pulse. “Oh, but you are” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “and that’s why I can’t resist you.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “Do you trust me?” he asked, his breath warm against your skin.

You nodded without hesitation. “Of course.”

“Good” he said, pulling back just enough to look at you. His smirk was back but there was something darker in his eyes now something that made your stomach twist in a way you couldn’t quite understand. “Because tonight, I’m going to show you a side of me you’ve never seen before.”

Before you could respond, he kissed you, his lips claiming yours with a possessiveness that left you breathless. You clung to him, your fingers tangling in his silver hair as he deepened the kiss, his hands roaming your body with a confidence that made your head spin.

You’d never felt anything like this before, and it was overwhelming in the best possible way.

But then he pulled away, his smirk returning as he looked down at you. “You’re so eager” he teased, his voice laced with amusement. “It’s adorable.”

You blushed furiously, your hands dropping to your sides. “I-I’m sorry” you stammered, feeling embarrassed.

Sylus chuckled, his fingers trailing down your arm. “Don’t be” he said, his tone softening slightly. “I like it when you’re like this. So… vulnerable.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, though you couldn’t tell if it was from fear or excitement. He leaned in again, his lips brushing against your neck as he whispered, “But I wonder… how far can I push you before you break?”

You didn’t know how to respond, so you stayed silent, your heart pounding in your chest. Sylus seemed to take that as an invitation, his hands moving to your waist as he gently pushed you back onto the bed. You looked up at him, your eyes wide with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

“Don’t worry” he said, his smirk turning almost predatory. “I’ll take good care of you.”

Sylus looked at you for a few second without saying anything,when he calmly gestured at your shirt,you knew he wanted just one thing

And he leaned down to kiss you again, you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of unease. But you pushed it aside, telling yourself that this was Sylus—the man you loved, the man who would never hurt you. Right?

Sylus’s smirk deepened as he noticed the hesitation in your movements, the way your hands trembled slightly as you reached for the hem of your shirt.

His eyes never left yours, dark and calculating, as if he could see every thought racing through your mind. “Go on” he said softly, his voice smooth and coaxing. “You don’t need to be shy with me. Not after everything we’ve shared.”

You swallowed hard, your cheeks burning as you slowly lifted the fabric over your head. The cool air hit your skin, making you feel even more exposed under his intense gaze. Sylus tilted his head, his expression one of feigned innocence but the glint in his eyes betrayed his true intentions. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he murmured, his tone dripping with false reassurance.

You shook your head, though the knot of unease in your stomach tightened. His words were meant to comfort but they only made you feel smaller, more vulnerable. “Sylus, I...” you began but he cut you off with a gentle finger pressed to your lips.

“Shh” he whispered, his voice like velvet. “Don’t overthink it. This is about trust, remember? You trust me, don’t you?”

The question caught you off guard and you nodded almost instinctively. Of course you trusted him. Didn’t you? He was Sylus—the man who had always been there for you, the man who made you feel things you’d never felt before. But as his hand trailed down your arm, his touch light but deliberate, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

“Good” he said, his lips curving into a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Then let me help you.” His fingers moved to the button of your jeans, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he were savoring every second.

You froze, your breath catching in your throat but he didn’t stop. “Relax” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “I’m not going to hurt you,I just want to take care of you.”

His words were like a spell, wrapping around you and pulling you deeper into his web. You wanted to believe him, to let go of the fear gnawing at the edges of your mind but the way he looked at you—like you were something to be unraveled, piece by piece—made it impossible. “Sylus, I...” you started again, your voice barely above a whisper.

He paused, his hand stilling on your waist as he met your gaze. “What is it?” he asked, his tone gentle but laced with something sharper. “Do you not want this?”

The question hung in the air heavy and loaded. You opened your mouth to respond but the words wouldn’t come. How could you tell him no when he looked at you like that, when his touch made your skin burn and your mind go hazy? “I... I don’t know” you admitted, your voice trembling.

Sylus’s smile softened but there was something almost predatory in the way he leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. “That’s okay” he whispered, his voice a low purr. “You don’t have to know. Just let me take the lead,I’ll make it good for you, I promise.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine and before you could protest, his lips were on yours again, silencing any doubts you might have had.

His hands moved with purpose, guiding you, controlling you, until you were completely at his mercy. and as the last of your resistance melted away, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was what he’d wanted all along—to see you like this, stripped bare not just of your clothes but of your defenses, completely and utterly his.

The air in the room felt heavier now, charged with a tension that made it hard to breathe. You stood there, completely bare, your arms instinctively crossing over you and your hands trembling as you tried to cover yourself.

Your heart pounded so loudly you were sure he could hear it and your cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and something else you couldn’t quite name. Sylus stood in front of you his gaze raking over you with an intensity that made you feel like you were being dissected.

“Don’t hide from me” he said, his voice low and smooth but there was an edge to it now a hint of impatience that sent a shiver down your spine. “You’re beautiful. Why would you want to cover that up?”

You shook your head, unable to meet his eyes. “I... I can’t” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “It’s too much.”

Sylus sighed, running a hand through his hair as if he were trying to keep his composure. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be” he said, his tone still calm but with a sharp undercurrent. “I’ve been patient with you, haven’t I? But you’re testing my limits.”

You flinched at his words, the knot of unease in your stomach tightening. “I’m sorry” you stammered, your voice breaking. “I just... I need a moment.”

For a second, he didn’t say anything. He just stared at you, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a smirk spread across his face a smirk that sent a chill through you. “You don’t get it, do you?” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “This isn’t about what you need. It’s about what I want.”

Before you could react, his eyes flashed with a dark, otherworldly light and suddenly, you felt an invisible force wrap around your wrists and ankles. You gasped, trying to pull away but it was no use. The power his evol was unyielding, pulling your arms above your head and stretching your legs apart until you were completely exposed, pinned to the bed beneath him.

“Sylus!” you cried, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and desperation. “Please, don’t—”

“Don’t what?” he interrupted, his tone mocking as he leaned over you, his face inches from yours. “Don’t show you how much you belong to me? Don’t make you face the truth you’ve been running from?” His smirk widened and he trailed a finger down your cheek, his touch deceptively gentle. “You’ve been mine from the beginning. You just needed a little... convincing.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you struggled against the invisible bonds but it was no use. You were completely at his mercy and the way he looked at you like you were something to be devoured only made it worse. “Please” you whispered, your voice breaking. “I’m scared...”

Sylus’s expression softened for a moment but it wasn’t comforting. It was almost pitying, as if he felt sorry for you but had no intention of stopping. “I know” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “But fear is just the beginning. Once you let go, once you stop fighting it... you’ll see how good it can feel.”

His words sent a shiver through you but not just from fear. There was something in his voice, something dark and intoxicating, that made your stomach twist in a way you couldn’t explain.

You wanted to hate him, to scream at him to stop, but the way he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered made it impossible to think straight.

“Look at you” he said, his voice dripping with amusement as his gaze traveled over your body. “So shy, so innocent... but not for long.” He leaned down, his lips brushing against your neck as he whispered, “I’m going to ruin you in the best way possible and by the time I’m done, you’ll be begging for more.”

You closed your eyes, tears slipping down your cheeks as his words sank in. You wanted to fight, to scream, to do something but the power of his evol held you completely still, leaving you no choice but to surrender.

and as his lips met yours again, his touch both cruel and tender, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was right—if this was what you’d been craving all along, even if you hadn’t realized it.

Sylus’s lips left yours but the weight of his presence didn’t lessen. If anything, it grew heavier, more suffocating, as his hands began to explore your body with a deliberate slowness that made your skin crawl and your heart race in equal measure.

His touch was everywhere at once trailing down your neck, skimming over your collarbone, tracing the curve of your waist and yet it felt like he was touching parts of you that had never been touched before, parts you hadn’t even known existed

“You’re trembling” he murmured, his voice low and teasing as his fingers brushed over your hip. “Is it fear? or is it something else?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Your mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions fear, shame and something darker, something you didn’t want to acknowledge.

Sylus chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “You don’t have to say it” he said, his lips brushing against your ear. “I can feel it. The way your body reacts to me... it’s telling me everything I need to know.”

His words made your stomach twist but before you could protest, his hand moved lower, his fingers skimming over the most intimate part of you. You gasped, your body instinctively arching against his touch and Sylus’s smirk widened. “See?” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You can’t hide from me. Not anymore.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you struggled against the invisible bonds holding you down but it was no use. You were completely at his mercy and the way he looked at you like you were something to be conquered, something to be broken only made it worse. “Please” you whispered, your voice trembling. “Don’t do this...”

Sylus’s expression darkened and for a moment, you thought you saw something dangerous flicker in his eyes. But then it was gone, replaced by that familiar smirk. “Don’t do what?” he asked, his tone light but laced with something sharper. “Don’t show you how much you belong to me? Don’t make you face the truth you’ve been running from?”

You shook your head, tears slipping down your cheeks as his fingers continued their relentless exploration. “I... I don’t want this” you stammered, your voice breaking.

Sylus’s smirk faded, replaced by a look of almost pitying amusement. “You don’t mean that” he said, his voice soft but firm. “You’re just scared. But don’t worry... I’ll take care of you.”

Before you could respond, he leaned down, his lips brushing against your neck as he whispered “You’re mine now and I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

and then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he finally took what he’d been waiting for,you gasped as his member entered you,your body instinctively arching against his but Sylus didn’t stop. He moved his hips with a ruthless precision, his eyes never leaving yours as he watched you unravel beneath him. “That’s it” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “Let go. Stop fighting it.”

You wanted to resist, to hold on to some semblance of control but it was no use. The power of his evol held you completely still, leaving you no choice but to surrender and as the pleasure and pain mingled into something you couldn’t define, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was right

Sylus’s smirk deepened as he pulled his cock away, his dark eyes glinting with a predatory satisfaction that made your stomach twist. “You’re so beautiful like this”he murmured, his voice low and dripping with a kind of possessive admiration that sent shivers down your spine. “Completely at my mercy... completely mine.”

You wanted to look away, to close your eyes and shut out the intensity of his gaze but his evol held you firmly in place you couldn’t even move your head,your limbs stretched out and your body exposed in a way that made your cheeks burn with shame. “Sylus, please...” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I can’t...”

“You can” he interrupted, his tone firm but laced with a cruel kind of gentleness. “and you will because I want to see you break.”

Before you could protest further, he moved lower, his lips brushing against the inside of your thigh in a way that made you gasp. His touch was light, almost teasing but it sent a jolt of electricity through you that left you trembling. “So sensitive”he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. “I wonder how much you can take before you fall apart.”

You shook your head, tears welling in your eyes as his lips trailed higher, closer to your throbbing pussy. “Please” you begged, your voice breaking. “Don’t...”

But Sylus didn’t stop. His hands gripped your hips, holding you firmly in place as his mouth finally found its target.

You gasped, your body arching against his touch as a wave of pleasure and shame washed over you. It was too much too intense, too overwhelming and yet you couldn’t pull away. His evol held you completely still, leaving you no choice but to endure the relentless onslaught of sensation.

“That’s it” Sylus murmured, his voice muffled but no less commanding. “Let go. Stop fighting it.”

You shook your head, tears slipping down your cheeks as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable level. It was too much,too much sensation, too much emotionand yet Sylus didn’t stop.

If anything, he seemed to intensify his efforts, his tongue and lips working in a way that left you gasping and trembling beneath him.

“Sylus, I...” you choked out, your voice breaking as the pleasure threatened to consume you. “I can’t...”

“yes you can” he said, pulling away just long enough to speak. His eyes met yours, dark and unyielding and you felt a fresh wave of shame wash over you. “and I’ll make sure you feel every second of this,no passing out on me sweetie.”

Before you could respond, he was on you again, his mouth and hands working in perfect harmony to push you closer and closer to the edge. The pleasure was overwhelming, almost painful in its intensity and yet you couldn’t pull away.

And then, just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, it happened. Your body convulsed, a wave of pleasure crashing over you with such force that it left you gasping and trembling beneath him.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as the sensations continued to ripple through you, each one more intense than the last.

Sylus pulled away, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he watched you come undone. “There it is” he murmured, his voice low and dripping with satisfaction. “The moment I’ve been waiting for.”

You wanted to hate him, to scream at him to stop but the pleasure and shame mingled into something you couldn’t define and as Sylus leaned down to kiss you again, his lips soft but demanding, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was right if this was what you truly wanted

[kurogane2512]

G!P Reader x Aglaea smut

After the successful big mission, Aglaea invited reader to the Chrysos Heir's bath to 'thank' her properly.

(hope this didn't spoil anything, I tried to be vague)

I have done the story now so it's all good. I assume by the big mission you mean defeating the real Nikador, so this would be after Phainon went for the trial in the vortex of genesis.

18+ CONTENT

Game: Honkai Star Rail

Characters: Aglaea x g!p reader (Trailblazer)

Type: Fluff and smut

"The golden threads had already foreseen your arrival from a hundred steps away, dear customer." Aglaea announced as soon as you stepped foot into the Hero's Bath.

She turned around gracefully to look at you, a simple yet gentle smile lacing her lips.

"Is there some matter you wish to discuss? Or, have you come to rest, Lady Y/n?" her soft voice flew in your ears.

"Please call me Y/n, Lady Aglaea. And well.... I suppose I came for both things?"

Aglaea stepped down from the platform and walked closer to you then crossed her arms over her chest, "You are an esteemed guest, it is only appropriate to address you with respect. However, I will abide by your wishes. Now then, you may speak freely about what you want to discuss."

You hesitated and averted your gaze, fiddling with your fingers. Aglaea sensed your uneasiness and stepped closer then held out her hand towards you.

"I see hesitance and doubt in you. Shall we sit in the bath so that you may feel more comfortable?"

Warmth rushed to your face at her suggestion but knowing the effect of the bath here, you agreed. She smiled and began sliding down her dress right in front of you, slowly revealing her beautiful body that was akin to the finest of gold.

"Clothes are barriers between hearts and bodies. Removing clothes would also remove such hindrances. How about you and I lower our barriers to each other in the holy baths?~"

You nodded with a blush and discarded your clothes as well; although, still feeling quite embarrassed of the act. It was an ordinary thing for the citizens of Okhema, but not for you. Aglaea then grasped your hand and led you into the nearby bath, making you sit beside her. The warm water gently seeped into your skin and drained your fatigue; after all, who would have guessed you'd have to engage in lethal battles right after coming here?

"As an esteemed hero like the Chrysos Heirs, you are welcome to indulge yourself here anytime you want." she spoke in a low voice, almost sounding like a whisper.

"Thank you...." you replied with a sigh and closed your eyes, enjoying the relaxing sensations.

She remained silent and rested back as well, relishing the simple moment.

"Are you worried about Phainon?" she asked after a while, making you a little surprised.

"No, I mean— yes I am, but I wasn't thinking that at this moment....."

Aglaea pressed a finger to her chin with a hum, "I'm sure Phainon will complete the trial. He trusted you and you didn't disappoint him, you should trust him in return."

Hearing her words, you thought about what was nagging you at the back of your mind and gathered enough courage to say it.

"....What about you? Do you trust me now?"

"You are Phainon and Mydei's companion. So long as they are willing to entrust you with their lives, my trust in you doesn't matter."

She replied without hesitance, seemingly having practiced that answer a hundred times.

"Is that.... what has been weighing on your mind?" she continued, this time speaking with caution.

"Ah, somewhat..... I really regretted breaking your oath at that time and since then have been hoping to gain back your trust."

She stared at you in silence, not expecting this from you. She then raised her palm and gestured you to keep yours on it. Within moments, golden threads slowly and intricately wrapped around your fingers and bound your palms together.

"Then, I will answer your honesty with mine. My teacher and I will eventually step off the stage and leave Amphoreus' fate in the hands of others. I was initially not going to threaten you with execution, but I sensed an unease in Castorice who trusted you and even reached out to Phainon in secret. Therefore, I took advantage of the situation and changed the threat to test your resolve and whether you can remain firm under most extreme pressure. Simultaneously, it might have also strengthened your bond with Phainon and Castorice."

You looked at her wide-eyed as she revealed the complete truth to you.

"....You did all that for Amphoreus, right? You don't care about becoming the villain in other's eyes as long as it protects Amphoreus."

"Indeed. My duty to Amphoreus is absolute. And perhaps.... because my humanity is distancing itself from me, I have given up caring for such matters."

You let out a smile, "I see. And here I thought you hated me, haha...."

You faked out a laugh to ease the atmosphere. Aglaea sensed discomfort in your voice and released her palm from yours then extended it to cup your face, "Hatred is useless, it only gives birth to darkness. I have no reason to hate you. If anything, I have been falling behind in showing my gratitude for all that you did ever since coming here."

You blushed, "N-No, it's okay. You have many things to look over, and our stay here is good enough....."

She looked at you for a while then shifted her body closer. Ripples aroused in the water at her movement, you bare bodies touching closely now. Her slender fingers traced your jaw before travelling down your neck and settling on your chest, curiously rubbing across it.

"Allow me to grant you pleasure befitting of an esteemed hero~"

Warmth rushed to your face, and down your body at her words. You simply nodded your acceptance, how could you even think to deny her? She smiled and made her way over to straddle your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing her body to yours. Her hips placed right above your shaft, slowly bringing it to harden. Your eyes hooded as you gazed at her with need, eager to experience this. You couldn't help but look into her golden eyes closely, trying to find the mysteries hidden in them.

"How do you see me as, Lady Aglaea?"

She cupped your face and leaned in to kiss your forehead, "Courageous and brave yet having a heart full of passion and kindness. Your soul is unlike anyone's I have ever seen, you are very close to being a perfect hero similar to Phainon, but you harbor something mysterious inside. And.... quite charming and attractive, if I may say so~"

You blushed for a moment then chuckled, "Have you been wanting to do this with me other than to thank me?~"

"Such desires are behind me now, their recollection has turned vague. But, I do bear the coreflame of Romance, and...." she suddenly applied enough force to push you down on the couch, a splash resounding in the empty bath as your body hit the water beneath, "....I haven't performed this act in a long time. Will you be kind enough to light this surviving spark into a fire?~"

You firmly nodded, "It's an honor to be chosen by you...."

Aglaea smiled and caressed your bare body, running her hands down your abdomen while leaning down to kiss your lips. Her soft lips moved with yours in a gentle manner, featherlight yet intense touches making you seek more of her. She was caught off-guard when your tongue brushed her lower lips asking for entrance, but she quickly accepted and let you in. Your tongues danced together in a frantic waltz, breaths and moans mingling in the air as you chased more of each other.

Despite saying she hadn't done it in a long time, Aglaea was quite skilled at kissing and seemed to know what she was doing. You didn't realize when she took the lead from you, pushing her tongue deeper in your mouth and exploring as she pleased. She tasted divine, truly like a Goddess. You let out a breathless moan when she parted, already panting from the intense affair. She caressed your cheek and moved down while planting kisses on your body, each touch of her lips sending shivers in you.

"You have an exquisite form, you must live a good lifestyle." she whispered against your skin.

"T-Thank you, but I don't really do much...."

You could feel her lips forming a smile for a moment before she resumed kissing, now stopping right above your abdomen. She gazed at your erect shaft that was already leaking pre-cum, eager to burst at any moment if she so much as touched it. She planted a kiss on your tip, followed by kissing down the length and all over it. You shuddered at the feeling of her lips on your shaft, clenching your hands into fists as you tried to hold on.

"Mmph...." a muffled moan came from her throat when she wrapped her mouth around the cock, slowly attempting to swallow you. You gasped feeling her tight mouth and warm tongue caress you, tilting your head up to see the marvellous sight of her mouthing your cock. She struggled for a while with your size, but quickly adapted once she got the hang of it. Your cock lay snug in her throat, already throbbing at the sensations.

"Ngh.... L-Lady Aglaea.... please don't hurt yourself— aah~"

Aglaea's eyes moved up to meet yours, gazing at you with a hooded look that told you enough she was okay. She then started bobbing her head up and down your shaft. Your tip hit the back of her throat every time she pushed in before dragging her tongue across the underside while pulling out. Her cheeks hollowed and she sucked on your tip at the same time. The feeling was already overwhelming, your cock twitching inside her mouth begging to release. Yet the sight of her doing such an action was irresistible and you wanted to savor it.

Her hand gripped the base after a while as she continued, now caressing your sac at the same time. Your hips bucked at the unexpected sensation, suddenly going deep in her throat and almost making her choke but she held back. Knowing her own skills, she was determined to swallow you completely. She pulled off for a moment to breathe and lapped all over the length, the taste of your pre-cum sending her over the edge and she wanted more of you.

"Hmm.... you are brimming with such vigor and life. I am quite curious to see and taste your release now~"

Her words made you blush but before you could respond in any manner, Aglaea swallowed your cock once again. This time, she enveloped it to the base and easily sucked on it. Your eyes blew wide at the unbelievable feeling, your hips thrusting up into her as you edged closer to release. She matched— and overtook— your pace, bobbing her head swiftly while sucking on the tip. You could hardly hold on now, desperately clenching the couch.

"L-Lady Aglaea, I'm about to—!" you warned her, expecting her to pull off but she remained in place and welcomed your release.

Your hot and thick cum shot out in ropes down her throat, your hips bucking up and burying deep inside her mouth. She was unfazed as you released, seemingly having no difficulty taking it all in. She then pulled away once you ceased, panting heavily and relishing your taste as it travelled down her body.

"How dense and sweet.... the most ideal for copulation." she praised while licking her lips.

You looked at her glistening body, trailing your eyes to her curvy well-endowed breasts and perky pink nipples. Aglaea could sense where your gaze was and smirked to herself before crawling on top of you, her breasts hanging on your face and hips pressed against your softened cock.

"Was that satisfactory? I'm aware my techniques may not hold up—"

"No, that was perfect.... r-really good, thank you...."

Aglaea smiled and leaned down to peck your lips, "I hope you will be honest with me. If anything is not satisfactory then don't hesitate to inform me, I will ensure this experience is up to your expectations. As the Dressmaster of Okhema, and the bearer of coreflame of Romance, it is my duty."

You squinted your eyes at her words then sat up while holding her on your lap.

"And what about you? I want you to be satisfied as well, Lady Aglaea. Don't.... think of this as merely thanking me. I wish for us to enjoy this together, without any obligations...."

Aglaea's expression remained unchanged, yet your words resonated something deep within her.

"I didn't expect you to be this way.... Very well then, I shall seek this temporary respite with you. On that note, you may drop the honorifics with me from now on."

"O-Okay, Aglaea...."

She wrapped her arms around your neck and grasped your hairstrands as she came close to press her lips to yours. You shared an intense and loving kiss and laid her on her back this way. She didn't hesitate to pull you closer, snaking her arms around your body and lightly clenching your back. You parted from her kiss then planted kisses on her neck and fondled her breasts before swirling your tongue over her erect nipple.

She let out a pleasant sigh as your lips enveloped her nipple and sucked, your hand playing with the other mound of flesh and pinching the nipple. She pressed your head deeper, essentially burying your face in her bosom as you licked and sucked her breast. The sight was strangely adorable and loving to her, low breaths leaving her body at the pleasurable sensations. She could feel your cock grinding her clit at the same time, realizing you were hard again so soon.

"Your member is already back to life, how exceptional...." she commented while caressing your head.

"You are just so beautiful, how can I resist?"

She was at a loss of words for a moment then spoke with a chuckle, "You are blessed with a talent for blandishments, seemingly knowing exactly what I wish to hear~"

You smiled, "I'm only being honest as you asked~"

Her hand reached out to grasp your shaft and you felt her align it with her slit as she spread her legs, "You may begin, I'm ready."

You were initially going to wait more and prepare her but concluded she was wet enough due to the water. You held your cock and pressed it against her opening, slowly pushing inside. Her walls parted to accompany your length, a tight and warm feeling instantly enveloping your shaft and making you groan. You thrusted once and pushed yourself the deepest possible, burying to the hilt. Aglaea moaned once when you thrusted, your tip touching her most sensitive spots right away.

"O-Oh, you are.... extraordinary.... aaah~" she spoke in between breaths, already feeling full from your cock.

You wrapped her legs around your waist and grasped her hips then started thrusting forward at a slow and steady pace, wanting to get her used to it.

"You are so tight inside.... mmh....~" you groaned as you snapped your hips into her.

The gentle pushes soon turned more intense as pleasure overtook you, eager to watch her come undone. Sounds of skin slapping resounded in the bath as you drove in and out, your thighs hitting her hips with every push. Aglaea laid back and let you take the reins, simply locking her legs around you to pull you closer and keep you connected. You grunted as her tight walls clenched you, increasing your pace and essentially pounding into her.

"Mmmh.... t-this is wonderful— ngh.... you are very good at this~" she moaned out.

"Haah.... you feel so good that I c-can't stop....!~"

You shifted closer and placed her legs on your shoulders then drilled at an incredible pace. Her body bounced off with your thrusts, plentiful breasts jiggling in front of you and her head thrown back in pleasure. You snapped your hips faster and harder each time, pulling out slowly and slamming back in at once. She felt your cock throb inside after a while, indicating your release. You held onto her legs and thrusted faster with shallow pushes in the end, grinding into her.

"I-I'm about to.... ngh—!~"

You pulled out at the last moment and released on top of her, thick ropes of cum painting her belly. She sighed feeling the warm liquid on her skin, yet felt disappointed that you came outside.

"....I appreciate your courtesy to release outside, but that was not required."

"W-What do you mean....?"

Aglaea looked at your shaft and saw that it was still hard, indicating you could go another round right away. She then sat up and pushed you back down instead and straddled your lap, holding up your shaft aligned with her core.

"I told you my humanity is distancing itself from me, didn't I? There will be no bearing from this union since I'm no longer capable of it. You are allowed to give it all to me inside."

Her statement shocked you but you nodded in understanding. She smiled and pushed herself on your length and instantly grasped you inside once again. You moaned out together as your cock penetrated her, and she wasted no time to ground herself on you. Her hips snapped up and down at a fast and steady pace, her body leaning back to allow you to reach new angles. Watching her on top of you this way was a treat, no less than a treasure in itself. Her breasts bounced even more than before and your hands moved automatically to grab and knead them, squeezing the soft mounds.

Aglaea moaned breathlessly, her head tilted back as she bounced on your cock. You placed your hands on her waist and bucked your hips into her at the same time, forming a perfect rhythm with your thrusts. She gasped when you thrusted up, suddenly hitting a new spot deep inside. She placed her hands on yours and brought them out to intertwined your palms together and you soon noticed golden threads forming around your fingers with hers. All of a sudden, a different kind of feeling hit you. Your eyes blew wide at what you were experiencing.

"Sight is a burden for me as I r-rely on the golden threads.... aah.... to know everything around Okhema. My own e-expressions are numbed now.... mmh.... but I wanted you to know what I'm feeling. F-Feel it with me.... this is the outcome of our union... a-and what you are giving me.... ngh~"

She spoke in between moans and you realized what the previous feeling was. You could have never guessed Aglaea felt this pleasured just from her words and expressions right now, but you were glad to see she was liking it. You sat up while holding her and immediately connected your lips together, pulling her even closer into you. She reciprocated by kissing back passionately, wrapping her arms around your neck and continuing to bounce on your cock.

"I-I'm close.... Aglaea.... aaahn...." you announced as you bucked your hips faster now, slamming up into her.

"S-So am I.... Y/n.... let's feel it together— mmh!~"

You pulled her up and down on your length now, fucking into her fast and hard as you both approached your release. You felt her walls clench you tighter than ever, holding you in place to milk you and you could no longer hold on. You arched and bucked your hips into her when you finally released, shooting a thick wave of liquid deep inside. Aglaea's body arched with a loud moan feeling you release, and she came soon after when you filled her up. Her walls held you to dear life during her orgasm, and you ended up releasing more than usual into her.

You panted out together as you came down from your highs, embracing each other and reveling in the shared feeling. She pulled your head up and engaged in a soft kiss then made you lay your face on her breasts and soothingly caressed your head, letting you relax with her. Yet, she couldn't ignore the fact that you were still hard.... Perhaps this would make up for all the times she was deprived.

[my85volvo]

I know this prompt is supposed to be cute and sweet, but I'm in some sort of mood so 🤷🏽‍♀️

Thanks @dereles for the writing inspo 🤗

Derek waited behind the tree line, watching the Beacon Hills Lacrosse team jog across the field. He took a deep breath, knowing that Stiles would be walking out, showered and smiling, in just under 17 minutes. He checked his watch and strained his ears to listen for the boy's heartbeat, still fast from the cardio of practice. He could make out the distinct cadence of his cleats against the cement of the locker room before they clattered to the ground when he began undressing. Derek shook his head and turned away, feeling a tingle of shame at his intrusive eavesdropping.

Sill, he couldn't help but perk up every time he heard Syiles'voice ring out, loud and clear against the backdrop of post-practice chatter. He talked about Lydia, and his new strategy to win her over, in quiet whispers to Scott in order to avoid Jackson's ire. Derek reminded himself that the boy was not his, couldn't be his--not yet, at least. As much as he tried to be worthy, his words always seemed to come out as angry, demanding, and full of spite. He worried every day that if Lydia realized how amazingly loyal, smart, and kind the boy was, she would steal him away. Thank god she cared so much about surface level appeal.

The minutes ticked by as Derek waited for Stiles to leave. He was desperate to see the wide smile that his well-placed gift would bring. Stiles always spared a glance at the free book bin near the school entrance whenever he passed, and Derek had left a small paperback he knew Stiles wouldn't be able to resist. 101 Dog Jokes. When Derek saw it on the discount rack at the drugstore, he immediately thought of Stiles. Flipping through the pages, the jokes were quite possibly the worst he had ever seen. But the sound of Stiles cackling with laughter at Derek's deadpan reception was too tempting to pass up.

Fifteen minutes had already passed, and Derek was getting more eager by the second. That's when he heard it--Stiles' heartbeat kick up a notch. It was Jackson, spouting something or other about staying away from Lydia. Derek heard the scuffle clear as day. The bang of bodies hitting old lockers, the slap of knuckles meeting a fleshy cheek, the rustle of equipment falling to the ground.

Derek felt his eyes shift blue and his claws extend into the bark of the tree he was gripping. He wanted to rush in and protect Stiles, put the fear of god into Jackson, and save the day. But also knew that it wasn't his place. This was something Stiles would have to work out for himself, as much as it pained the wolf to see him get hurt. The boy may not be strong enough to win a fistfight, but Derek knew he was strong enough to keep his chin up afterwards.

When the fight finally died down, Derek heard a few sniffles before the sound of Stiles' heartbeat returned to normal. The wolf tracked his movement out of the locker room, through the maze of halls in the school, and out the front entrance. He walked slower than usual, favoring his right leg ever so slightly. When he emerged through the large double doors, Derek saw that his left eye was in the early stages of bruising, and his face was set in a quiet frown. Scott was nowhere to be seen, since he probably ditched his so-called friend to spend time with the Argent girl. Derek's loyalty to Stiles was the only thing keeping him from tearing Scott a new one. If he can stay on good terms with Scott, then he can stay close to Stiles. Nothing else really mattered.

Finally, Stiles walked past the book bin. He cast a fleeting glance to the pile, but didn't seem interested in stopping to look. Derek deflated. But then Stiles stopped a few steps away, brow furrowed. He turned to give the book bin another look, as if he saw something interesting and his brain had taken a few extra seconds to process it.

When he immediately picked up the book of dog jokes, Derek's heart soared. Stiles' face softened, and a muscle twitched at the corner of his mouth in amusement. He thumbed through the book as he continued walking to his jeep, nearly falling after running into the guard rail on the stairs down. Derek finally felt his shoulders relax as he sighed in relief. He looked forward to being the victim of whatever horrible joke Stiles would surprise him with.

Later that night, Derek checked his phone and saw that he had a few new texts from Stiles.

Stiles: what do you call a wolf that meditates?

Stiles: aware wolf

Stiles: ha!

Derek couldn't hide the grin that took over his face.

Not enough fics where giving gifts is Derek’s love language. that man is emotionally constipated as hell and also part animal you know once he realized he was falling for stiles he’d be thinking of him every time he sees Star Wars merch at the mall or a jacket that would sit perfectly on his lanky frame. That book of dog jokes Stiles cackles over every time he reads a joke out to Scott or Derek? Definitely not strategically placed at the top of a ‘free books’ box outside the school just before lacrosse practice let out. Definitely not.

[sai-int]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8YrTfjk/

frothing at the mouth

oh my god... my thoughts... *brings out plate and lifts cloche,* can i interest you in some gunplay?

cw : MDNI, arthur morgan x reader, gunplay, teasing, dirty talk,

he's got you bare as the day you were born, laid out on the bed, while he's barely shucked off a layer.

the metal is cold against your bare skin, a stark contrast to the heat rolling off arthur’s body. the revolver drags slow, tracing along your collarbone, over the curve of your shoulder, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. he watches you through hooded eyes, lips curling into something lazy and knowing, like he has all the time in the world to take you apart. he'll put you back together eventually, though, don't worry.

"look at you," he murmurs, voice low and syrup-thick. the gun glides down, the cool steel pressing right against the hollow of your throat. he tilts it just enough that you feel the weight of it, not enough to hurt, just enough to make your breath catch. "s'funny, ain’t it? you got all this fire in you, all this fight… but now?" he chuckles, the sound deep and rough. "now you’re sittin' awful pretty for me."

your fingers twitch against the bedsheets, every nerve in your body attuned to him, to the slow, calculated drag of his gun down the center of your chest, dipping between your ribs. you swallow hard, your pulse hammering beneath the barrel. he notices, of course he does, and his smirk deepens.

"that get your heart racin’, sweetheart?" he taps the revolver against your sternum, just once. "ain’t even done nothin’ yet."

he’s teasing you, reveling in the way your breath shudders, the way your thighs press together like it’ll do anything to ease the ache growing in your cunt. his other hand ghosts over your hip, warm and rough with callouses, a stark contrast to the chill of thesteel.

he leans in, his mouth hovering just over yours, close enough that you can taste the whiskey on his breath. "bet you'd let me do damn near anythin' right now, wouldn’t ya?" the revolver slides lower, down the flat of your stomach, a slow descent that leaves heat pooling low in your belly. he angles his head, lips brushing the shell of your ear. "ain’t that right, darlin'?"

you whimper, not quite an answer, not quite a plea, but it makes arthur chuckle again. the gun pauses just above your mons, his thumb lazily stroking over the grip of the gun.

"go on," he drawls, his free hand kneading your thigh. "ask real nice, and maybe i’ll give ya what ya been beggin' for."

and hell, if he doesn’t make you want to beg.

[wlwsoccerfics]

Coughs & Sniffles (LotteWubben-MoyXKid Reader)

Summary: You are sick so Lotte didn't take you to daycare & takes you to practice with her.

You didn't feel good at all when you woke up in the middle of the night, so you started crying which resulted in your Mom being by your side quite fast, looking at you with worry written across her face.

"Mama!" Two year old you sobbed out. It was your second Birthday Last week. And before that day you were lucky enough to never really have gotten sick, expect from maybe a little sniffle here and there.

"what is it, little foot?" She asked and scooped you into her lap. You cuddled up to her right away.

"Mama , ouch!" You tried to explain. Pointing to your head and throat. And sure enough your started coughing and whimpered.

"oh my sweet Baby!" She whispered out. Rocking you gently in her lap so you would feel better ,after she handed you your little sippy Cup, that you always took to bed with you. She kissed your head gently.

"hug, hug." You told her. Trying to tell her that you wanted to stay all cuddled up to your mama. Lotte let the daycare know that you wouldn't come in for the rest of the week by using the App. She then carried you to her bed and laid down with you on top of her. She even handed you your pacifier. You usually don't use it anymore ,but you had asked for it and since you were sick Lotte let you have it.

You managed to sleep until 6am. So did Lotte. Well for the most part. She woke up a few times to Check on you whenever you would start coughing in your sleep. Thankfully you didn't wake up from those coughs cause you clearly needed that sleep. And honestly you were half asleep while she changed you from pjs into some sweatpants and your little Arsenal hoodie. Putting on some socks and then some fuzzy socks over it before she put your favorite pair of sneakers onto you. Not to forget the Arsenal Beanie .After you had your puffy coat on she wrapped a blanket around you. Pacifier in your mouth and your favorite stuffed bunny Momo in your arm. By the time your Mama had put you in your carseat you were fully sleeping again. Snoring cutely.

You reached the training grounds twenty minutes later. Lotte got you out of the Car, you didn't even blink. No you were fast asleep still. Cuddling up to your Mama in your sleep when she walked inside with you. You are wrapped up in the blanket.

The girls all turned to look at your Mama.

"hey Lotte, oh no is my sweet godbaby sick?" Alessia asked and walked over right away. she was not only one of your favorite people ever. No she was also your godmother.

Your Mama nodded her head softly she sighed.

"yes she has a cough and a runny nose." She answered. "She told me she wasn't feeling well." Lotte explained everything.

"poor Baby." Kyra replied with a pout. She hated to see you sick as well.

"but she looks so adorable like a Baby burrito!" Katie answered.

"she really does!" Beth agreed.

Alessia offered to hold you while your Mama put her Football boots on. Which your Mama agreed to. She thanked Lessi. You opened your eyes slighlty.

"aunt less. Aunt less!" You said half asleep. Cuddling Close to her. Sucking on your pacifier. She gently stroked your back.

"i am here little foot." She told you and you slowly fell back to sleep. Your Mama offered to take you back once you were done but Alessia didn't mind holding you at all and you were so peaceful right now that she didn't want to disturb you.

When your Mama and the Team went outside for practice, Renée the headcoach went to hold you. She was also one of your favorite people. You peacefully slept in her arms and snuggled up to her. Your Mama did some drills with the Team but checked on you every now and then. Making sure everything was okay.

You were having a coughing fit which had your Mama ran over to you.

"hey Angel. It's okay." She gently took you from Renée and pats your back. Handing you your Sippy Cup after you are done with coughing.

"Mama home." You told her. Starting to develop a fever. Which your Mama noticed. She placed a Hand on your forehead and frowned.

"oh yes Baby we are going Home. You are burning up." You hear your Mama say. She apologized to Renée and the team but no one had a Problem with you two leaving early because all they wanted was for you to feel better.

When you were home your mama was running you a bath and then put you into some nice new pjs before she took a quick shower while you were all bundled up in your bed. She then joined you and snuggled you for a while. You had some soup your Mama made later that day and the fever broke which was a relief.

The night was way better then the one before cause you managed to sleep through it. Cuddling your Mama and your Bunny all night.

The next morning was also full of snuggles and love. You joined Training again but this time could stay through it. Watching your Mama and your aunties practice while sitting on the bench. You even kicked the ball around with your auntie Steph towards the end of it.

"glad you feel better, little foot." Steph told you.

"ouch littlwe!" You tried to tell her that it has gotten better as well.

"Happy to hear that!" Steph smiled and you giggled a bit.

You slept quite peacefully that night and woke up with just a small sniffle. Thankfully the cough was gone as well.

[atzloverr]

Yandere!Wooyoung x reader

cw: yandere behavior, obsessive and possessive behavior, toxicity, unhealthy relationships, stockholm syndrome, manipulation, drugging, hurt no comfort

Read at your own risk! This is for entertainment purposes only, and I do not imply that this work depicts the person’s behavior in real life

”Please baby, you know I love you” you heard Wooyoung’s shaky voice as he dropped to his knees in front of you, his arms wrapping around your waist to keep you close to him.

You avoided his strong gaze as he looked up at you with pleading eyes. You weren’t falling for this again, you thought.

You weren’t going to let him ruin your life anymore. How could you have let him do this over and over again? Maybe it was his voice as he begged you to stay, his eyes that you could still remember falling in love with, the threats, the fear that you wouldn’t have anyone left.

You grabbed his arms, pulling him away from your body. ”I can’t do this anymore Wooyoung,” you closed your eyes, inching closer to the door. You didn’t have to look at him to understand what facial expression he was making.

That expression, betrayal and anger mixed with regret and sadness. You knew it so well by now. ”Baby,” he cried, getting on all fours in front of you, slowly crawling towards you. Breaking up with him, or trying to break up with him, might’ve not been the smartest move from your part.

You had been close to doing it before, but right when you were about to tell him the news, the fear and guilt always stopped you. But today, you decided that you had had enough, after the antics from the night before.

”What?” you asked, looking Wooyoung dead in the eye after hearing the unbelievable words come out of his mouth. You watched as Wooyoung walked over to the bed, his expression unreadable, but weirdly terrifying.

”I know you, baby,” Wooyoung smiled, crawling on top of you on the bed. ”And I know what’s good for you.”

Your mouth opened in shock as you tried to sit up, avoiding Wooyoung to your best abilities. ”Why would it be good for me to quit my job?”

His smile dropped. ”I make enough money for the both of us!” Wooyoung argued. ”You can just…” he scooted closer, hands tracing up your arm. ”Stay here, with me.”

The night that resulted in a screaming match, which then resulted in Wooyoung holding you down as you tried to escape from his menacing words and tactics that you had learned to recognize as manipulative.

And right now, he tried to do the exact same thing again, that sickly sweet tone that you just hated, those words that you couldn’t identify as true or false.

”You don’t know what you want,” Wooyoung said in what sounded like a growl. You turned around, reaching for the door handle before Wooyoung yelled loudly, making you flinch violently - which seemed to give Wooyoung enough time to grab your arms and hold you against his chest.

“No!” you protested, squirming in his arms. His hold only tightened for every second, as he pulled you back into the apartment. You felt the fight in you slowly die out as he held you against the wall, your head pushing against it.

“Shh, my darling,” Wooyoung said into your ear as a tear ran down your cheek. You felt his lips on your neck as he tried to silently comfort you. “It’s all going to be okay…”

You sobbed quietly when it all came crashing down on you as his lips continued kissing your neck. You were never going to leave, because you were starting to doubt if you could even make it without him in your life.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Wooyoung smiled, and you didn’t fight him when he slowly led you to the bedroom. His hands on you were gentle, but you knew that if you even showed an ounce of reliance, that grip would become so harsh that it would bruise.

But then, you saw the door in the corner of your eye, and noticed the way his grip faltered even more, giving you just enough space to slip out of his hands, so you darted towards the door.

Maybe you weren’t thinking consequentially, and maybe your desperation made that impossible, but you kept running, and tried to escape - even when you knew that it would be impossible to get further than the door.

You screamed when Wooyoung’s hand harshly gripped your hair. “You really are stupid, aren’t you?” Wooyoung breathed heavily into your ear, pulling you towards the bedroom, one hand pulling you by your hair and the by other your arm.

The next few moments almost felt like a daze. You couldn’t react quickly enough to stop it, so it was as if it all just passed by.

One second you were thrown on the bed, the next your clothes were being ripped off of your body. Your mind was clouded with fear of what would go down, when harsh ropes tied around your ankles and wrists. You heard your own sobs, and the fact that Wooyoung stayed completely silent made it all even scarier.

You watched as he quickly walked around the room, clearly searching for something, and you didn’t even want to guess what it would be until you could figure it out. You saw as he unlocked the cabinet where he kept all of his drugs, the ones he loved to use on you when you were disobedient.

You shivered as you felt the cold air against your skin, only being in your underwear at this point. But part of you was sure that that wasn’t the reason why you were shaking so much.

“Come on, drink,” Wooyoung instructed with a breathy voice, holding a glass of water mixed with some unknown drug to your lips. He never told you what he gave you, but you just hoped that this dose wasn’t too strong.

You sniffled, trying to catch your breath as he slowly started tilting the glass. You slowly let the liquid enter your mouth as Wooyoung softly held your chin, his gentle touch contradicting his furious expression.

“There you go,” he praised as you swallowed the last of the liquid. Wooyoung sighed as he looked at your scared expression. He leaned in until his face was only an inch away from yours. “Why do you always make me do this?” he shook his head. Your eyes widened slightly, tears continuing to flow out of them.

“Wouldn’t it all be so much easier if you just gave in?” he whispered. “Think about how it could be,” Wooyoung smiled, his dreamy eyes twinkling at his own thoughts.

“Just you and me, together.” You closed your eyes at the familiar words. “I won’t have to do this to you, we won’t have to fight anymore.” Wooyoung’s lips slowly explored your face, kissing your tears away and slowly inching closer to your mouth.

“Getting tired baby?” he giggled, smiling as he kissed you. Your eyes slowly rolled back into your head, the drugs starting to make their way into your system. The moments blurred together, but out of all the words he said, you could hear a distinct sentence.

“I’ll go send your boss that resignation letter.” The last thing your mind picked up on was Wooyoung exiting the room, leaving you cold and miserable in your lonesomeness, the drugs running through your veins, giving you an odd sense of comfort. As much as you hated the thought of it, escaping reality felt like the best possible outcome in this situation.

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Your head started throbbing the second you regained consciousness, your eyes clenching shut in pain as you noticed the uncomfortable position you were in.

”Waking up baby?” you heard a voice say, making your eyes shot open. You struggled to orient yourself in the dimly lit room you were in. ”There you are,” he purred, gently holding your face in his trembling hands.

Wooyoung must’ve noticed your confusion by the way your eyes searched the room frantically. ”We’re in the closet,” Wooyoung smiled, rather gently - almost shyly - considering what he had done.

”What’s going on?” you asked, tugging at the ropes that still wrapped around your ankles and wrists. Wooyoung let out a small giggle, admiring your troubled expression with amusement.

”I decided to take matters into my own hands,” he explained, still not making any sense to your brain which was still not completely free of the drugs. ”Now you can’t leave me baby.”

You mentally prepared yourself for the lines of nonsense about to come out of his mouth. ”If you won’t stay here willingly, then I’ll have to do this to you.” You wanted to laugh at the faux sadness in his face. ”Okay?”

You thrashed around once again, pulling at the ropes and letting out frustrated huffs and grunts. You felt your headache only getting worse, as Wooyoung laughed at the show you were putting on for him. You knew he thought you were stupid - too stupid to make your own decisions, using his words - and part of you was starting to agree.

What smart person would try to break up with someone like him, knowing the consequences it would cause? What smart person would keep fighting, even when their hope is long gone?

But those thoughts did nothing to comfort you. You might’ve been stupid, but giving up seemed like the only other option.

”I tied those really tight,” Wooyoung pouted. You shot him an angry glance. ”But keep trying for all I care! It’s always cute to see the hope leave your eyes.”

You wanted to hit him, scream at him, tell him how much you hated him, so why didn’t you? Why did you let him laugh at you as you finally stopped struggling? Why did you let him wipe your tears with his soft hands, let him kiss you, let him keep you here forever?

Why didn’t you protest when he left the room and locked the door behind him? Why did you almost feel happy when he returned with some food a few hours later? Why did you love him? How could anyone love a monster who kept you tied up in a small room, with no one but himself to keep you company?

Maybe he was right, maybe you were too stupid for your own good.

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