#NOW I JUST NEED TO WAIT FOR THE ALBUM TO ARRIVE

[yelenasdiary]

One Last Gift

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Fem! Reader

Summary: It’s Yelena’s first Christmas with her family again & it’s also your first Christmas with Yelena as a couple.

Teeny Tiny Angst & Fluff

Translations: Detka (baby)

Warnings: Mentions of Red Room & Mentions of Melina being shot | 2.8K

AC: I had this little idea for a while & I’ve been waiting for the holiday season to pick up so I could share this with you all! I also wanna say thank you to @daddynattt for her ask which added some extra details to this! I hope you all enjoy! x

Holiday Special Masterlist

Yelena stirred slightly, the warmth of the sun peeking through the curtains as she blinked a few times. She let out a content sigh as she rolled over, reaching for you but she was met with your side of the bed pre-made. She pouted lightly before she realized the smell of freshly baked cookies greeted her, causing a smile to tug at her lips as she sat up. December 1st, officially the month of Christmas and to say Yelena was excited was an understatement. This year is not only her first Christmas with you but also with her family after the events of taking down the Red Room, she had been waiting for this holiday to arrive. 

She stood up and walked over to the wardrobe, searching for her Christmas themed slippers and robe before making her way to the kitchen. Dressed in a comfortable oversized sweater that fell just off one shoulder and a pair of cute pajama shorts, Yelena watched as you moved gracefully from the oven to the island in the middle of the kitchen before you picked up the mixing bowl and began to dance around the room. Yelena leaned against the doorframe, admiring your dance moves while you listened to your favorite Christmas album with your AirPods in. 

“Lena!” You jumped, almost dropping the mixing bowl, “you scared me!” you added before taking out one of your AirPods. “I’m sorry detka” Yelena chuckled, “you looked so cute dancing around as if nobody was watching” she added, pushing herself off the door frame to wrap her arms around you. 

“I didn’t want to wake you with the speaker” you said, giving your girlfriend a soft smile.

“I wouldn’t have mind” she assured you, “I’m kind of jealous you started baking without me” she added. 

“I’m sorry love, I woke up so early and couldn’t get back to sleep so I needed to do something. But don’t worry too much because these babies will need to be decorated so, would you like to help me with that?” You asked. 

Yelena nodded before placing a soft kiss on your forehead, “I’d love too” she replied softly and letting you free of her loving hold. You smiled before you turned around to help Yelena set up the icing and other tools for the activity. 

While she was busy decorating the Christmas themed cookies, you took a moment to admire her. Her hair still slightly messy from her good night’s sleep, her eyes full of dedication to perfecting the icing task, her lips in a slight pout making you smile softly at the sight of her. Deep down, Yelena’s mind was racing with so many other ideas she wished to do over the holidays, all her ideas added to her excitement was bursting to come out. 

Over the next few days, you found yourself bringing home some extra decorations to put up around the apartment. You tried your best to not buy anything too out there in fear that Yelena wouldn’t be interested in having the apartment in full festive mode but she surprised you that afternoon when you came home from training to find her adding more fairy lights to the apartment. 

The whole apartment full of Christmas spirit, the sofa’s throw pillows were now Christmas themed with an added festive green throw blanked over hanging off the arm, the bed covers had printed ornaments all over it, small snowmen ornaments sat jolly on the bedside tables, the dining room table was set as if Christmas dinner was happening within minutes. 

“Yelena?” You said in a slightly confused tone. 

“You’re back!” She beamed, “I hope you like it, Kate and I went out and got some more decorations to add” she quickly added with excitement. 

“Baby, I love it! I only brought a few things here and there because I didn’t want to freak you out in case you weren’t interested in the holidays” you admitted causing Yelena to frown lightly as she stepped off the stepladder. “Why would you think that?” She asked, gently placing her hands on your hips. 

“I don’t know, you just didn’t really seem that into the idea…I just didn’t want to bring up any bad memories for you” you hesitantly replied. 

Yelena’s eyes dropped for a moment, her mind reminding her of what Christmas used to be for her. A random day of the year, empty boxes wrapped up and placed under a tree for her to rip open for fun then it was on to the next holiday all in the same day. She looked back up at you, “This year is different” she started, “I have you, I have Fanny, I have Kate and I have my family and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Getting to spend the holidays with you is something I never thought I’d ever get to do, with you or with anybody so for me, this Christmas is already so special” she added. 

You swore if your heart could explode, it would’ve. She looked at you with such love and care that you couldn’t believe just how strong she truly was. After everything she had been through, she was still just a big child deep down, a child who wanted nothing more than to be a part of traditional holidays. 

“Then, what are we waiting for? I saw Walmart have a good range of decorations” you smiled. 

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Christmas Eve came faster than you expected. Yelena was busy loading up her blue pick-up truck with presents and luggage while you were getting ready for a 9 hours’ drive. You and Yelena were off to Ohio for the remainder of the holidays, Fanny included. You could tell how excited Yelena was, she had a check-list of everything you guys needed to pack and if it weren’t for you, she would’ve had the car packed a week ago. 

Usually you weren’t one for such long drives, the idea of sitting for long periods of time before a pit stop would dawn on you but rest assured, Yelena knew exactly what to do to distract you. With Yelena in the driver’s seat, you in the passenger seat and Fanny lying between you both, it was a small family road trip that you found yourself feeling excited for. 

The crisp morning air hit you almost instantly as you stepped out the front door, Yelena giving the truck one last check over while you made yourself comfortable in the passenger seat. The clock on her dashboard flashing ��6:32am’ reminded you just how early the morning was. Tiny snowflakes started to cover the windshield as you wrapped your hands around the warmth of your travel mug, filled with hot coco to keep your insides from freezing. 

“Lena, the truck is fine” you called out, wishing she would hurry up and turn the heating on. 

“Doesn’t hurt to give the oil a check before a long drive” she replied, closing the hood of the heavy truck. Once buckled in, she started the truck and instantly turned the heating on, “is that better detka?” She chuckled lightly, looking over at you. 

“Hey, you’re the one who got me out of bed at 5am, this is your fault” you teased. 

“I want to beat the traffic” Yelena said, playfully shaking her head as she began to reverse the truck out of the driveway. Fanny, excited to be going on a road trip sat up proudly as she watched every movement from the wide window before her. 

As Yelena merged onto the highway, the open fields once green were now covered in snow. Tips of trees frosted and roads icy while Yelena’s Christmas music playlist set the festive tone. She hummed along to the catchy tunes, making the drive perfect for new memories as you both began to sing along to some of the classics with Fanny howling along. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever asked this” you started, breaking the moment of silence, “what’s your favourite Christmas movie?” You asked. 

“Die Hard of course!” Yelena replied without a second thought. 

“Really?” You cocked a brow. 

“Of course, it’s one of the best ones!” Your girlfriend smiled, not taking her eyes off the icy road. “If you say so, I think the best one is clearly the iconic How The Grinch Stole Christmas” you argued. 

“I’ll act surprised by that answer” Yelena chuckled once more.

“So, what do you think Melina will cook?” You asked curiously. 

“Probably too much food, apparently she tried to teach Nat a few things in the kitchen last night too!” She said, “then kicked her out of the kitchen” she added. 

“Oh god, poor Nat!” You chuckled. 

As you entered the final stretch of your road trip, the twinkling Christmas lights of Yelena’s hometown sparked excitement within you. With each turn, you could see Yelena becoming even more eager to get to her family’s home. “You’re gonna love Melina’s pigs!” She beamed, “she trained them like dogs!” She added. 

“Dogs? Really? So, they play fetch?” You questioned, triggering Fanny to sit up proudly, searching your lap for a ball. “Not yet Fan!” You laughed, giving the pup a pet. 

“I mean, probably” 

Finally, after nearly 9 hours of laughter and joy, you pulled into her family’s driveway. The house was aglow with festive lights, and the sounds of laughter spilled from the open door. You turned to Yelena, both of you glowing with happiness.

“Are you ready for this?” Yelena asked. 

“Absolutely! Also, because my arse is starting to hurt” you replied, making the blonde laugh. 

Yelena opened her door and slid out easily, Fanny rushing behind her with excitement, she knew exactly where she was. Her tail wagging endlessly as her wet nose touched the surface of the first layer of snow on the ground. “Ah! You made it!” You heard a familiar voice calling from the house. 

“Hi dad!” Yelena smiled softly as she began to unload the back of the truck. 

“Merry Christmas Alexei!” You replied with a smile, closing the passenger door behind you before giving your girlfriend a helping hand. 

“Merry Christmas, Y/n!” Alexei replied in a jolly tone. 

“Are you going to help us or just stand there?” Yelena asked with a cocked brow. 

“Oh yes!” Her father replied, rushing down the small steps to carry the remaining luggage. 

Walking into her parents’ home, it wasn’t exactly as you expected. There was a tree, littered with gifts underneath, traditional Russian Christmas songs played softly in the background, the fireplace was lit giving you a warm welcome as you stepped into the living room. “Hey! you guys finally made it! How was the drive?” Natasha greeted, giving you a hug after you placed the luggage at your feet. 

“Long!” You chuckled, “merry Christmas” you added with a smile. 

“I bet, I hope Yelena didn’t talk this place up too much for the whole ride and Merry Christmas” the red head smiled.

“Oh, nothing more than the normal” you chuckled, “Is the kitchen this way? I have some salads I made up” you asked. Natasha nodded, “Wanda’s in there with Melina, it’s the only part of the house I’m banded from apparently!” She replied, chuckling to herself. 

You took the small cooler to the kitchen, the smell of mixed things making you hungry for Christmas dinner. “Y/n!” Melina beamed, brushing her hands on an apron that you could only assume was Alexei’s with ‘kiss the chef’ printed on it. 

“Hi” you smiled sweetly, “I brought some salads with me, I hope that’s okay” you said, placing the cooler at your feet. “Perfect! We needed some salad” she smiled, “leave that with me, have a drink and relax” she added.

“Are you sure? I’d be happy to help you both” you offered, giving Wanda a smile. 

“Oh honey, we’re almost done in here” Wanda said, returning the soft smile. 

“Yes! And you’ve been traveling all day, go relax! Natasha will get you whatever you like” Melina said, opening the cooler. 

“Well, if you both say so” you smiled before heading back to the living room where you found Natasha, Yelena and Alexei. Nat was sat on the sofa, shaking her head softly to herself while Alexei told Yelena the great story of how he managed to find the perfect tree, cut it down and brought it back only to find out it was too big for the living room and that is why the top of the tree was cut off and is placed next to the main tree. 

“So in conclusion, you’re an idiot” Yelena said, looking up at her father. 

“Well – “ Alexei paused, unable to come up with something to fire back to his daughter, “we have tree, okay?” He added finally. Yelena chuckled as she took her coat off, throwing it over the sofa’s arm. 

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Christmas morning, you slowly woke to see Yelena by the window watching the snowflakes dance in the air as they gently landed on the ground, adding to the snowy, winter wonderland that Christmas Eve had started with a hot chocolate in her hands. “Good morning” she said soft and sweetly, not need to see you to know you were awake. 

“Good morning” you replied, sitting up with the thick covers to keep you warm. 

“It’s finally Christmas” the blonde smiled to herself; her eyes trapped by the snow’s beauty.

“Shall we go see if the others are awake?” You asked, knowing she’d been up for a while. She turned to you and nodded, the look her eyes filled with excitement. 

You slipped out of bed, grabbing your robe to wrap around you before the two of you wandered into the living room, already filled with the colorful lights from the massive, half tree, Natasha and Wanda were sat in Alexei’s arm hair, Wanda comfortable in Nat’s lap. 

“Merry Christmas sleepy heads!” Wanda smiled.

“Just her!” Yelena replied pointing to you, “I’ve been up since 6!” She added, trying to hide her excitement. Alexei entered the room before you could say a word, “Everyone gather around, get close!” He announced, Melina following behind him.

You and Yelena sat down side by side on the sofa with Melina on the end, Alexei playing Santa as he began to hand out gifts. Yelena’s excitement showed through the sparkle in her eyes as she watched everybody open their gifts, she slowly opened her own gifts but her attention was on everybody else and seeing their reactions. 

The room was filled with bubbling laughter and joy as the living room floor soon became a sight to see, wrapping paper and festive ribbon covering it with Yelena finally adding to it when she opened her gifts. 

“I have one last gift!” Melina announced, pulling out a wrapped present from behind her back. She looked softly at Yelena, “open it, dear” she said, handing the blonde the present. 

Curiosity got the better of her as she carefully peeled away the festive paper, a lovely box covered in a winter, starry night design now in her lap as she slowly lifted the lid. Her breath hitched, she looked up at Melina. Inside, nested carefully on green tissue paper was a Twilight Sparkle plush toy.

“I..it’s the s-same one” Yelena whispered as the room fell silent. Her eyes fell back to the toy in the box, her mind racing back to when she was six years old, clinging onto the toy with her dear life. Her mother injured with a bullet wound, tears streaming down her face as she hugged her mother tightly only to be ripped away without ever knowing if her mother would be okay.

“I never found the original one and I remember how happy it made you that year you got it for your birthday. I know it might be childish now, but I thought you might like it” Melina smiled softly, her eyes warm as tears built up in Yelena’s big green eyes. She held the plushie closer to her chest, letting out a heavy sigh as if she was finally letting go of a horrible memory, she had kept all these years. 

“I love it, thank you mama” she finally said, her voice steadier now. 

You gently placed a hand on your girlfriend’s shoulder to comfort her. “It’s okay to embrace your inner child” Melina replied before pushing herself up out of her chair to hug her youngest. You heard a light whisper come from her but you weren’t sure what she said but seeing the soft smile on Yelena’s lips, you knew it was something she needed to hear. 

Wanda, sensing the emotional weight of the moment, broke the silence with a lighthearted tone. “So, who’s going to have a tea party with the pony today?” She teased, causing everyone to laugh and ease the tension. 

The rest of the day continued with joy, laughter and shared memories. Yelena, like a child, placed her toy in every room she was in. She felt a warmth in her heart that she had forgotten ever existed, she was finally home and surrounded by those who loved her the most. 

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[f1amour]

✧˚ · . make me juno

pairing | max verstappen x popstar!reader

word count | 2.3k

content warnings | some social media au, established relationship, smitten max, light dom!max, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, multiple orgasms, fingering, brief choking kink, praise kink, squirting, HEAVY BREEDING KINK, cock warming, teasing, unprotected sex — 18+ only, minors do not interact

authors note | happy belated birthday to max #1 certified cat lover <3

navigation. | requests — open | main masterlist.

yourusername juno out now available to download and stream! happy birthday baby 💋🤍

tagged — maxverstappen

comments below…

user1 MAX MUSIC VIDEO DEBUT

user2 begged for a cameo from max and we got a whole ass film 🧎‍♀️

yourusername my man is too hot for only a small cameo. made sure to showcase his actor side>>>

landonorris i did NOT have to watch an 8 minute film of you and max being horny. disgusting.

yourusername the first minute of the video was horny you could have exited but you watched the whole thing. our biggest fan 🥹🫶🏼

landonorris fuck off

maxverstappen1 wanna say that again?

landonorris 🏃‍♂️💨

user3 max trying to be serious through the video but breaks into a smile anytime y/n would sing to him 😭

user4 they just broke the internet with this video

user5 never thought i would see max and y/n horny on main in 2024

user6 did you guys not listen to her latest album? girl gave us a whole ass ovulation album. GIVE HER A BABY MAX!

maxverstappen1 i’m trying

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being with max for five years now you’d grown used to knowing his likes and dislikes; both in & out of bed.

especially in bed.

“have you always been this keen on having kids? even before me?” you manage to spit out while sitting on max’s lap, his lips prepping kisses all over your neck and chest.

you had just spent the day celebrating his birthday on a yacht with all of yours and max’s close friends and family so he had been extra needy arriving home since he couldn’t have his way with you all day with everyone surrounding both of you.

his lips detach from your neck looking you in the eyes full of love, “i’ll remind you any chance i get when it comes to that, you are the reason i want a family. the reason i see myself being your husband and father of our children before you i never saw that with anyone else.” max would take any chance to remind you how ready he was to be your husband and have kids with you.

“i don’t want to wait anymore. not for the wedding or the babies…i want it now.” you whisper desperately clinging onto max. his eyes widen at your statement, “now?”

“we’ll have the wedding after the baby is born. we can go to to the courthouse this week and make it official just us two. don’t you want that, maxie?” sitting on his lap grinding against his hardened cock make it even more difficult for him to say the words.

“yes…fuck yes of course, baby. i don’t want to wait any longer to have you as my wife. gonna fuck you so full of my cum tonight and make you a mommy. god i can’t wait any longer.” his hands cupping your face and pulling you into a hungry and messy kiss. both of you quickly removing your clothes off each other desperately needing to feel as close as possible.

you start getting on your knees but max pulls you back up, “as much as i want you on your knees stuffed with my cock in your mouth, i need to taste you.” his words immediately taking affect on your core.

“b-but it’s your birthday…w-w-wanna gi—.” your words stutter out, after placing you on the bed hovering over you his lips meet your neck down to your stomach before he situates himself between your thighs.

“getting to taste you is the best gift i could ever get.” your legs squeeze his head, thighs keeping him close to your pussy as he licks, laps, and sucks until you're close to the edge.

"’m so close, max, so close," you feel like you're in a trance as his fingers hook inside of you brushing your g-spot. he presses his palm into your lower tummy, applying gentle pressure as you nearly thrash under him from how intense the buildup is.

"cum for me, baby. make a mess all over my face," he growls before you feel yourself snapping as your orgasm flows through you. max rides you through the orgasm, tongue lapping at your core as your legs are left shaking.

“max…” you gasp out of breath as cleans you with his tongue, your fingers slowly caressing his hair. he

"you are so perfect, baby." he cooes, thumb resting on your lip as you part your mouth and bite down on it. you feel him stiffen under you, "ik hou van je. (i fucking love you)" he groans under his breath as you wrap your lips around his thumb.

"my fingers look so good shoved in your mouth," he purrs, hearing you whimper as he massages your pelvis. you can feel yourself growing wetter, the heaviness in your mouth feels comfortable before his lips are on yours.

"shit," he hisses, "i’m done waiting…i’ll take my time with you later.”

he doesn't give you a chance to speak before he's fisting his cock, lining up with your entrance, and pushing in "fuck, fuck," his voice is low and raspy, the feeling of him sinking into you, whispering out a various dutch words as he sinks deeper and deeper into you.

"this," he thrusts, slamming the headboard against the wall,"is what l've been fuckin' cravin. can’t wait to see you round and full." his thrusts are deep and slow before he can't hold back and he's fucking you into the mattress, loud moans and skin slapping are the only sounds filling the room.

your walls flutter around his cock and you're coming for the second time that night, "gonna have you cum a few more times, baby. keeping us up all night and make sure i get you pregnant." he snaps, bed in shambles as it creaks and squeaks before his own thrusts are growing sloppy.

"gonna fill you up," he moans, "fuck, you're gonna be so fuckin' stuffed. looking so perfect carrying our babies." his breathing is laboured, chasing his release before it hits him and he’s spilling inside you.

you stay close together for a brief moment before you both are desperate for another round, trying to rock your hips because he's still hard inside of you, "max…," you plead. "need more. please, please, please.”

he chuckles deeply at your desperation, "yeah?" he switches your positions, flipping over, lying on his back as you're straddling him and you fall into his chest because he’s impossibly deep, you were sure you’d come right there once again just from that position

you rock your hips, steadying yourself over his chest as he groans, "that's my good girl, you feel so fucking good like this. my soon to be wife. mother of our babies. i love you.” he’s lost himself in you, unable to form a coherent sentence as you lose yourself in the feeling of riding him like never before.

his sweet words and whines coming from his mouth have you quicken your movements, "you feel so good, max," you mumble, "all yours, baby. i’m all yours," he groans, digging his fingers into your skin as he meets your thrusts.

“how you doing, baby? you okay?” despite being deep inside you he slows down checking on you. he was starting to feel the exhaustion catch up to him but he was still hard as a fucking rock with your cunt clenching around him.

you nod giving him a smile, “m’ okay…getting sleepy,” you mumble out before pulling him closer to you (if that was even possible), “fill me up one more time, maxie. then we take a nap…and go again.”

despite being completely exhausted from the hours of fucking you wanted max to ensure you were pregnant by the end of the break. you were ready to become his wife and now have his babies as soon as possible.

his thrusts are deep and slow while you two conversed until your last sentence he can't hold back and he is fucking you senselessly now giving deep and rough thrusts, your moans filling the room chanting his name.

"come on, baby. cum 'round my cock, yeah…fuck," he hisses when you wrap your legs around his waist, locking him inside of you as he comes inside you once again.

catching your breaths you lay on top of him now, his cock buried inside you, “can’t believe we’ve been awake all night.” you chuckle against his chest while his hand plays with your hair.

“i have a month of uninterrupted free time with you and i’m gonna take advantage of that.” max kisses your head and you close your eyes getting comfortable in his arms.

“remember when we first met?” you ask him, knowing he’d go on a yap session about it. he would talk about it to anyone who asked and you loved him so much for knowing the small things just from the first moment you met.

“do i remember? how could i forget when you assumed i was a mechanic instead of the driver? oh and your perfect smile—.”

2018

meeting at the united states gp in austin the year of 2018 you were just 19 years old on your first world tour of your singing career. you had a concert on the first day of the race weekend so you met a few of the drivers and you tried your best to remember their names but there was so many.

max had been watching your performance with a huge smile on his face, he was in a meeting causing him to miss the introductions most of the drivers had with you. but here he was waiting for you at the side of the stage to introduce himself. he had grown to be a fan the last few months and when he found out you’d be performing at the austin gp he was counting down the days.

“hi i’m max…i’m with redbull—.”

you had gotten off stage ecstatic with the crowd cheering you on to be meet with a slightly taller guy dressed in some jeans and a white jacket paired with a redbull hat. the redbull hat made you assume he was a mechanic for the team so you cut him off, “oh nice to meet you! i’m y/n, how is it like working on the cars for redbull? you’re a mechanic right?”

max was confused at the question many things did not make sense when you asked but he assumed you didn’t know much of the sport (which was very true). he decided to go alone with it appreciating the chance to speak with you just for a few minutes before you were pulled away again for some interviews.

few weeks later he got your number from lewis who had been a mentor in your life for awhile now being in the limelight at a young age he took you under his wing. after checking with you first he gave max your number sending you a text and getting his full name you search him up on instagram realizing he wasn’t a mechanic but a goddamn driver for redbull racing.

lewis couldn’t help but laugh at your cluelessness when it came to the sport only sending him messages if he won not caring for any other drivers; until now.

after many apologies through the phone and max waving it off as something to laugh about. you grew a close friendship with him for the next year waiting patiently for him to ask you out.

PRESENT

“i had to wait a year before i got the balls to ask you out and then—oh.” he chuckles stopping mid sentence looking down at you realizing you had fallen asleep. he gives your head a kiss and falls into some much needed sleep alongside you.

you had woken up a few minutes ago with your back against max’s chest settling between his thighs. he had been playing with you hair until his hands started wandering down your body, “max…” you sigh contently feeling his finger play with your clit.

when two fingers slip through your folds, an obscene moan runs through you before they're filling you up. "that's my good girl, look at how well you're taking my fingers," he cooes, fingers curled deep inside you.

"that feels good, doesn't it, baby?" he taunts, you nodded your head, eager to feel his fingers moving some more as you rocked your hips in sync.

the pressure building up made you squirm, max was edging you and now you were nearly in tears, “oh…oh god,” whispering as you beg him to let you cum.

"that's it, my pretty girl," he hummed, “love hearing your moans, love feeling you cum, baby. squeezing my fingers with your tight pussy. gonna have your pussy squeezing my cock after this.”

"fuck," max groans, your orgasm gushes out of you; soaking his hand and bed sheets. you pant trying to catch your breath, "think we need to get ready for the day...we can't stay in bed forever. i wanna take you to a cat cafe--."

"just one more for me, schatje, one more and then we go to all the cat cafes we want," he smiles sweetly, kissing your neck finding your sweet spot and getting a moan out of you. how could you deny him?

pulling you in for a passionate kiss he flips you around and looks you in the eyes filled with lust, "wanna try another position?" he mumbles against your lips and you nod, not having to tell him the one you wanna try because he knows it's your favorite.

with your face pressed into the bedsheets and ass up in the air he gives you a soft slap before sliding his cock deep inside your aching cunt, "fucking christ...shit," he groans with each deep thrust your walls squeeze him.

"not gonna last, max..." you whine, your hands grip the sheets as he gives you a rough slap on your ass, "me neither, baby. you gonna cum with me? come on, schat. gonna fill your tight pussy with my cum and make you mine forever." his thrusts growing faster and sloppier, but his words have you pushing back against him meeting his hips.

"yes, yes, yes...wanna have your baby please fill me up, maxie," he pushes you up against his chest his hand wrapping around your throat squeezing it lightly. it was more than enough for you to ride out yet another orgasm, "that's it, baby. make a mess all over my cock." he groans feeling your walls flutter around him, with a few more thrusts his cum fills you up.

your heavy pants fill the room, feeling him pull out of you after a few minutes making sure each drop of his cum filled you up he flips you over laying you down and grabbing a warm towel to clean you up, "doing okay, my darling?" he smiles down at your loopy grin.

"so good. i love you." you tell him once he finishes cleaning you up and settling in bed for a few minutes before you go and shower. "i love you more. best birthday ever." max tells you, and he meant it being the best birthday especially if you do end up pregnant.

you run your fingers along his jaw, "think you made me juno yet?" you smile sheepishly at him and you both break out into a fit of laughter, "well if that didn't, we'll just have to keep on going until you are."

[livinghalfway]

Younger Years

Summary: Damian gets temp de-aged to 6yrs old; cue him asking where his twin is. This is how everyone finds out about Danny's existence Word Count: 1541

No one was prepared for the event that occurred a mere hours ago. Nightwing and Robin had been investigating an unknown target that had recently been causing trouble near the docks. There wasn't supposed to be an altercation, but when the person of interest showed up they weren't going to just let him walk away. 

This target had a trick up his sleeve though; literally. The moment he was cornered by the two vigilantes he had thrown a magical blast at Robin that managed to hit him square in the chest. By the time Nightwing had reached his side it was already too late and the magician had used that as his way to sneak away. 

“Robin?” Nightwing's voice is hesitant and soft as he peers down at the very small passed out child that lays in a pile of clothes. “Oh no.” 

As soon as the now tiny Damian is into his arms he’s rushing back to the cave. “Oracle, Robin and I ran into some trouble during our investigation. Alert Batman that he needs to get back to the cave as soon as he can.” 

“What’s happening? Do I need to get Dr. Leslie to the cave as well?” 

“No, not yet at least; neither of us is injured. We’ll need to contact Zatanna or Constantine though. It seems Robin got hit with some kind of de-aging spell.” 

The line on the other end was silent for a few moments before a soft snickering sound filled the comm line. “... I’m contacting everyone. How young would you say he is?”

“If I had to take a guess I’d say he’s 6 maybe 7.” Nightwing says as he glances down at the sleeping boy in his arms. He is taking so many photos as soon as he’s back in the cave Dick promises to himself. 

"So we have a baby assassin who's still deep in the LoA mindset. Is he awake right now? I can't imagine you'd be talking this calmly if you were trying to settle a Damian who  doesn't know you and seemingly woke up in a new location."

"He's asleep right now." He couldn't help but let out an exhausted sigh knowing that it wasn't going to be a fun time when Damian eventually wakes up, "As long as Robin doesn’t kill or hurt anyone by the end of this I'll count it as a personal win." 

"That'll count as a win for all of us." She hums, "Everyone available tonight has responded and should be waiting for your arrival. Good luck."

With that sign off the comm link went silent. He looks down at Damian's sleeping face once more and can't help but can't help to mourn the fact that this is the youngest he's ever seen his baby brother. He loves Damian at his normal age of 14 years old, but he also knows that he's going to enjoy having him this young as much as he can. 

It only took a few minutes after that to finally reach the cave. Dick took note of Bruce, Alfred, Tim, Jason, and Duke who were also in the cave, but ignored them for the moment in favor of rushing Damian to a med bay bed to lie him down. 

Before Dick can even fully settle Damian down he feels the familiar looming presence of Bruce standing behind him. "I hope you have a camera with you; I want to fill a photo album before this whole thing is done."

"We need to confirm that this is actually Damian first." Bruce reaches out, running a hand through the child's hair before gently plucking a couple hairs and turning away back to the computer. 

With Bruce occupied on the other side of the cave Jason, Tim, and Duke all shuffle in around the bed. Predictably, Tim does have a camera at the ready and immediately snaps a picture of Damian as soon as he's in the room. "I'm never letting him forget about this." 

"Just make sure you send me all your photos of this before trying to blackmail him to do anything with them." Dick is quick to say; he's getting his photo album one way or another. Knowing Damian he's going to try and destroy all evidence of this occurring. 

It is then that Alfred walks into the room as well, "Before we continue with the photos I insist we dress Master Damian in clothes that will more properly fit than the ones currently wrapped around him." 

After that was said Alfred gestured for all the boys out of the med bay room while he got Damian dressed in what must be some of Damian's smallest clothes that the older man was able to find. While waiting to be allowed back in the room a ping sounds out from behind them. It seems the DNA test is complete. 

"Well B, is it a boy, or are you still paranoid that the demon brat in there isn't actually Damian?" Jason questions as he walks forward and snatches the report. "Let's see! Yup, the boy is Damian alright; Bruce was being paranoid for no reason as usual." 

"How funny would it be though if the spell did just replace Damian with a 6 year old look alike though?" Duke grins as he takes a look at the report as well.

"… You think there's a spell that does that?" Jason looks far too interested in knowing that answer if the smirk on his face was anything to go by.

"We could ask-"

"You will not be asking anyone that question." Bruce quickly interrupts that conversation from continuing. If Dick had to guess though he'd say that it wasn't over based on the look Jason and Duke share with one another.  "I've already contacted Zatanna, and she's on the way now to assess the situation; nothing more." 

Tim scoffs and gives an exaggerated eye roll, "Oh, might as well let them ask otherwise-."

It was just then the zeta tube pinged and Zatanna was then standing in the Batcave with them. At the same time Alfred also exits the med bay room. "Well Batman, I'm sure you don't want me to be here more than necessary so let's go ahead and take a look at the little Robin." 

"Hm." 

With nothing else said Bruce turns and walks to where Damian is sleeping; Zatanna follows silently behind him. Dick and the others follow as well, not wanting to not hear what she has to say about Damian's situation. 

Everyone watches silently as she examines Damian, saying a few magic words before addressing Bruce.  "Well the good news is that this isn't permanent. The binding magic surrounding him is pretty weak."

"And the bad news?" Dick is immediately asking.

"The bad news is that this isn't something I can just undo right here right now. De-aging magic is always complicated, and the less risks we take the better." Zatanna tells him, "Which means you're just going to have to wait this out. It looks like it'll only last a couple of days." 

Perfect! Dick can't help, but think that is a perfect amount of time. He can definitely get a photo album of the amount of pictures in that time, and they all get to spend time with Damian as the youngest they've ever seen him! The only thing they need to do is make sure the baby assassin doesn't hurt anyone. 

The group after that naturally filters back into the main area of the cave. Zatanna and Bruce share a couple quiet words before she enters the zeta tube and it is only them in the cave once more. 

"Guess the only thing to do now is to wait for the demon brat to wake up." Jason gleefully exclaims, "I for one am excited to see how B handles the little terror." 

"Should one of us be there when he does wake up?" Duke asks; clearly thinking about the kid possibly waking up and trying to attack them.

Tim immediately shouts out, "Not it!"

"I'll do it," Dick assures Tim, "I still need to write my report anyway. I'll let you all know when he wakes up." 

With no complaints Dick gathers his things, and goes to take a seat next to Damian while he writes up an official report of the events that occurred tonight. As he does he makes sure to look up every few minutes; he's not sure when Damian might wake up, and he wants to be ready when he does. 

After half an hour Dick was just finishing up, and he could still hear his brothers loudly talking about something. It warms his heart to think about the three of them getting along; with that in mind he takes another glance at his littlest brother. Damian is of course glaring at him with the cutest little pout.

Wait.

Damian's awake!

"Hey Damian," he makes sure to speak as gently as he can, "do you feel okay? What's the last thing you remember?" 

Now, Dick expected Damian to attack one of them at some point during this; what he didn't expect was for him to do it immediately to the first person he saw. He probably should have though.

[chrissvalentine]

matt and singer reader. Where they are filming a car video with her where they asked fans to send in questions for her and someone puts “ give me a chance y/n ill treat you way better than matt😍” reader jokingly says “hit me up” matt gets mad and ignores her for the rest of the video. When they get home they make up and cuddle

:: singer!reader x jealous!matt jealously

after yours and matt’s soft launch, the triplets realized that they could finally include you in a car video.

it was a q&a, nick reading the questions as you, matt, and chris answered with some arguments here and there.

nick read a few questions off of his phone throughout the video.

the questions mostly consisted of things like ‘when are you releasing your album?’ and ‘what is being on tour like? and ‘what’s your favorite song of yours?’

but eventually, nick read out a question that shifted the cars atmosphere from laughing and cracking jokes to a quieter, more serious atmosphere

‘give me a chance y/n, i would treat you so much better than matt does.’ nick read with a goofy smile.

you responded jokingly before even thinking. “hit me up!”

matt’s smile faltered when nick read that question and hears your response. he doesn’t know why the question pisses him off so much. it’s just a fan. you were his girlfriend, but that didn’t stop the jealousy and annoyance from building in his chest.

matt is practically silent for the rest of the video unless he needs to answer a question. he doesn’t crack as many jokes like usual, and he doesn’t look over at you as much like he always does.

he didn’t want you to see that he was upset, but he was, and it was evident. he didn’t look at you once on the ride home.

matt had to admit, it took a surprising amount of willpower to not have his hand on yours as he usually does while driving.

when you all finally arrive at home, matt didn’t even wait for you to get out of the car. he just got out, shut the door, and made his way inside.

matt let out a hard huff of a sigh as he threw himself onto his bed, one arm across his eyes. he knew he was acting childish, he was fully aware of it. but right now he didn’t care. he was annoyed, jealous, and upset, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

it only took a few minutes for you to come into the house. he heard the door shut, and soft, almost quiet footsteps walking down the hallway.

as you approached his open bedroom door, he didn’t turn to look at you. he just stayed still, lying down on his bed.

“hi baby,” you spoke softly as you lowered yourself onto the bed with him. you ran your fingers through his hair while waiting for a response.

matt tried to not give in, but after just a few moments he couldn’t take it anymore. he moved his arm, dropping onto his chest before his eyes flickered open. he stared up at the ceiling for a moment before he glanced over at you.

he didn’t say anything at first, just letting out another sigh. he was still feeling jealous, but he couldn’t help the way his heart softened when he looked at you.

there was a slight frown on his face, and he kept his gaze on you. he stayed silent for another moment, just looking at you before he spoke, his voice quiet.

“why’d you..” he paused, the thought leaving his mind before he spoke again, “why’d you say that in the video?” he asked, trying not to sound too jealous.

you respond confused. you knew what he was referring to, but you really didn’t think it had affected him. “baby, is that what your upset about? you know i didn’t mean it like that, right?”

“don’t say anything like that again. you know how your fans can be.” he murmured.

matt knew you didn’t really mean it like that, but he needed to make sure you understood why you can’t say things like that on the internet.

“it — it doesn’t matter if you were joking or not, people are crazy and will take anything you say and use it against you.”

you had just realized he was trying to protect you.

“okay, i understand. i’m sorry, we can ask nick to cut it out of the video right?” you said with an apologetic look on your face.

“don’t apologize baby. you didn’t know. it’s okay, i promise. i’ll make sure nick takes it out.” he reassures.

the annoyance and jealously he was feeling was quickly being replaced by a sense of exhaustion and fatigue. he raised his hand off his chest, motioning for you come closer. he just wanted you close to him even if he was still a little upset with you.

“c’mere,” he spoke quietly, patting his chest.

matt shifted slightly, making more room for you on his chest. he glanced between your eyes before he pulled you onto his chest.

matt immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer to him. he pressed closer to you as he buried his head into your shoulder.

he wasn’t saying anything, just taking a few moments to breathe in your scent.

his arms were tight around you, he let out a deep breath against your neck, burying his head farther into your shoulder.

“mine,” he muttered quietly against your skin. “all mine.”

→ love, jess

notes: this was way longer than expected sorry!

🏷️: @submattenthusiast @dominicfikeenthusiast @pixxiies @breesturns

[thragedys]

Midnight Visitor

Sol x Reader

Synopsis: Thanks to the takeout you ate last night, the effects of food poisoning from poor catering have finally kicked in, hitting you when you least expected it. To ensure you’re properly cared for, Sol takes the duty of watching over you.

Word count: 1.8k

Includes: Gender neutral reader, sick reader, Sol being soft, affection, trespassing, jealous Sol (+ more!)

After undergoing a series of nausea and intense dizziness, Sol insisted on walking you home despite being out in the city with him and Hyugo. It was as though all life was drained from your face, the only support you had while walking was Sol’s arms holding you upright. 

Food poisoning… Should’ve never eaten from that takeout place with less than three stars in their reviews.

Grabbing the key from your bag, he unlocks the door and escorts you inside, directing you to your bedroom while you whine and hold your face in your hands. Even the slightest tilt of your head would send you spiralling sideways, a recipe for disaster as your stomach decides to conjure its own storm.

Inside the kitchen, Sol spots a paper bag. The logo of the company which made you unwell is there, presented in a large font. Retrieving his phone, he snaps a picture of the logo, alongside the contact details printed on the back. He’ll deal with that later. Currently, he has more important things to tend to. You.

Rummaging through your cupboards, he successfully finds some medication that will ease the aches in your stomach. As for your dizzy head, the best thing he can do for you is close your curtains and encourage you to get rest. Fluid intake is also vital, it’ll aid dehydration. Returning to your side with a glass of water and some pills, Sol places them on your bedside table and sits on the edge of your bed.

“Are you okay? Let me feel your head.” Sol sighs, placing his palm flat on your forehead.

“Sol…” You whine, one hand remaining on your stomach and the other clutching his free hand.

“You’re not that hot, yet. Leave your window open—”

“No! No, I can’t! You’ve seen the news…”

“You will be fine, I promise. Fresh air will make you feel a lot better.” 

“I’m sorry for burdening you with this…”

“Don’t be. I’d rather it be me taking care of you than anyone else.”

“I’ll buy you a—”

“No. Sit down.”

“Ugh, Sol—”

“Rest.”

“I’ll buy you a thank-you gift when I’m better…” You mumble, pouting at him as he leans against the doorframe.

“Send me a text or call me if you need me. Doesn’t matter what time it is.”

“Text… Call… Yeah.” You repeat, rubbing your eyes while burying your head into the pillow.

“Don’t forget, take your medicine.”

“I’m gonna take it… Now.” You reach over and drop the pills into your mouth, then take a small sip of the drink to wash them down.

“Goodnight. I hope you feel better soon.”

Before leaving, he waited until he heard your breathing pattern change, signifying that you were asleep. Alongside the medication, he slipped in a sleeping pill, its dosage strong enough to keep you out for the correct amount of time. 

As if he would leave you alone so easily while you’re sick.

Right now, however, his main concern is dealing with the business that made his soulmate ill, after all, what good is a company in operation if its only achievement is casting a vast majority of its customers extremely unwell upon eating their cheaply sourced food?

Upon arriving back at his apartment, he stripped from his usual attire and threw on a set of his darkest clothes, a matching surgical mask to cover what remained exposed on his face. A complaint wouldn’t be enough, they clearly racked up enough of them online but did not change a singular thing about their selfish ways.

It was just after midnight when the streets were soundless and the civilians were tucked away inside of the safety of their homes. Strolling down the deserted sidewalk, Sol stops outside of a building, comparing the logo to the one saved in his photo album. A perfect match. 

Subtly, Sol explored the perimeter, tracing the outline of the building before returning to the front. It’s no wonder why all of their customers become unwell, the amount of trash that remains behind the building is piled up, much taller than him. 

There is no point in teaching those who do not wish to learn. An ignorant mind reflects an ignorant heart. Only the careless would profit from neglect like this.

Flicking his lighter on, he tosses it to the ground before walking away, the flicker of flames igniting in the distance as he glances back. It won’t be long before a passerby calls the fire department, but that’s no concern to him. When the authorities see the state the building was in previously, they could rule it out as the impact of an unkempt business.

His feet led him back to your apartment, the open window a much easier entrance for him as he climbed up. After all those locks you’ve bought in the past, he’s surprised you never gave up your safety protocols. Securing his footing, he creeps back into your bedroom, kneeling beside you as you rest peacefully in your slumber.

You are so beautiful. Every feature of your face was crafted with tender hands. He traces over your lips with his index finger, slowly drawing his hand back.

“Hi, Pumpkin.” He whispers, leaning in to press his lips against your cheek. “I’m going to check your temperature again.”

This time, Sol uses the back of his hand. Thankfully, he would say you are around average, partially a slight bit higher than usual.

“Good… You’re going to be okay. You might be sick tomorrow but I’ll come over to make sure you aren’t alone.”

“You like having me here, don’t you? You feel so safe, so loved.” He strokes your hair similar to how you would pet a fragile animal. As his hand ventures under the blanket, he comes in contact with something.

“You still sleep with the plushie I bought for you? You…” Sol’s smile expands, his cheeks lighting a subtle shade of pink. “You must love it. Or me. I hope it’s me.”

In your sleep, you moan, your body beginning to shift. He strokes the side of your arm, calming you down as you endure whatever dream is unfolding. After a while, your body stops with its relentless motions and goes still again.

“This is our special time together. It’s my favourite part of the day.” Sol’s lips curve up, his eyes filled with adoration as he clutches your plushie close to his chest. “I’ll make it smell like me again, don’t worry.”

“Mph…” Your lips moved, but he couldn’t decipher the sound that left them.

“Hm?” Sol pinches your cheek, a procedure to test if you’re awake or not. 

You must be mumbling to yourself since you didn’t respond to his touch.

“I’m guessing you missed smelling me then. That’s cute.” When he finished rubbing the plushie against his flesh and clothing, he tucked it under your chin. “You’re cute.”

“He doesn’t deserve you, you know?” Sol mumbles, sinking onto the bed beside you, fingers toying with your hair.

“He would never do the things I have done for you.”

“I know you prefer me. It’s okay if you don’t want to admit it right now. I can wait.” He rolls onto his side, your face now in view. 

“You make it hard for me to leave every single time…” His pitch was low, an almost pouty tone as he nuzzled his head against your chest. Lifting your limbs, he wraps them around himself, drawing the blanket over both of your bodies this time.

“I’ll just stay like this for a few more minutes… Then I have to go.” Sol closes his eyes, the therapeutic beats of your heart are a soothing melody to his ears.

…

Sunlight filters in through the curtains, a bitter breeze hitting your clammy skin. Compared to yesterday, you’re feeling a lot better, the only thing remaining is the dull ache in your stomach. Rubbing your eyes, you squeeze your plushie, only to hear a strange noise. 

Last time you checked, this plushie shouldn’t be able to communicate. Shooting your eyes open, you find a mess of green hair sprawled out on top of you. 

“Sol?” You rub your eyes again, unsure if what is in front of you is reality or a fever dream.

“Yeah…?” Sol mumbles in response, his body shifting. Then he goes still, springing up from his previous position. Shit.

“I thought you left last night.” 

“After you took your medicine, you asked me to stay. You went out like a light but I made sure that you were okay.”

“Did you have this on yesterday?” You tug at his hoodie. “I’ve never seen you wear clothes like this before.”

“These are my comfy clothes, that’s why. I keep the hoodie in my backpack.”

“Oh…” That food poisoning must have hit you hard to leave you so delirious. “Thank you for staying with me.”

“…?” Sol flutters his eyelashes while your hands cup his cheeks, drawing him near. Your lips plant a peck on his forehead, a suiting reward since he went out of his way for you.

“Ah… You shouldn’t have to thank me… It’s what anyone would do.” Sol rubs the back of his neck, a flush spreading over his face.

“I feel sick. Like I’m going to throw up.”

“I’m not surprised. Let’s get you to the bathroom. Get all of that food out of your system for good.” Sol stands first, offering his hand to assist you to your feet.

“I don’t like vomiting.” You mope, refusing to move despite your stomach cramping further.

“But it has to come out. You’ll be okay, I’m right here.” He grabs your hand, squeezing it gently.

The only option is to get up if you don’t want to clean your bedsheets. Swiftly shuffling between rooms, you kneel before the toilet and allow your body to regulate itself, removing the foreign pathogens that invaded your meal. Sol rubbed your back, making the process easier. There wasn’t a lot of retching, but you still felt that familiar burn in your throat when you were finished.

“Any more?” Sol pats your upper back and you shake your head.

“I’ll cook for you this time. No more buying from trashy food places.”

“But they’re cheap…” You puff air into your cheeks, taking your toothbrush which he handed you to remove the bitter taste from your mouth.

“My meals are free. Don’t be ashamed to ask.” Sol takes a final glance at you before heading back to your kitchen, scouring the cupboards in search of something to work with.

For you, he would do anything. Make anything. Even if it’s from scratch. No matter the simplicity or complication of a request you have, he will ensure that you get what you ask for. You don’t deserve anything less. If only you were aware of the lengths he has gone and is still willing to go for you.

[catiuskaa]

feat. mrs. lee bahng

SUMMARY: why have a plot when your two gorgeous boys are finally having a short break before the comeback? y’all already know what to do.

WC: 0.6k

CW: lowercase! [NASTY SMUT] make sure to hide the bible if god watching. like, wash your hands after reading kind of nasty. man, i’m so ovulating right now.

REQ! by 🧋anonnie right here. omg. yes. just yes. no questions asked or needed, i gotchu.

[�� ★🎇★ 🔶]

one of them is kissing your neck, but with your eyes closed, you don’t bring yourself to guess just yet, just shiver, whimpering, before being able to feel the shape of his plush lips against your pulse.

“such a pretty princess,” chan whispers, his hands moving your hair off your face.

he had been wearing lipstick when he arrived home with minho after their last photoshoot of the day, which makes him chuckle, because neither of them can be too sure the makeup is still on.

actually, scratch that. minho licks his lips, bending to pepper kisses all over your stomach. if there was any lipstick still on his lips, he’s 100% sure its shimmer would look a hundred times better against your nude skin.

there’s a gasp the younger man holds back, a tremble in his voice when, even after making you reach the stars with his tongue, he still won’t fit.

“s-so… t-tight.”

you know that tensing up is about the worst thing you should do, and you try ignoring the awkward, stingy feeling that shoots through you when minho barely attempts to settle himself where you know he belongs.

luckily, chan’s there, leaving sweet kisses and teasing licks here and there, his hand traveling down to your clit, pressing figure eights and snickering to his hearts content at the sighs that come out of your mouth when specks of that yummy feeling slyly start seeping through.

“mmm, baby… such a champion,” he’s teasing, his teeth biting your cheek. your sweat tastes sweet, much like the champagne he had back at the studio with the boys, the day before the album came out.

both him and minho went back home smirking, knowing that the real celebration was waiting for them at home.

“takes cock so well… shit…”

minho can’t even dare to speak, a small part of him that doesn’g want to hurt you, and the other one that just knows that he’s a blink away from bliss.

“such a tight cunt, fuck.”

at his struggle, chan can’t help but snicker. you just pant, and take minho’s hand, kissing his palm before turning to chan and resting your other hand on his cheek.

“baby,” you sigh. his dimples smile at you, and he pecks your lips.

“it's okay, princess,” chan coos at you sweetly. “don't worry, mhh? min'll make it fit. make you feel really good, yeah?”

his lips can’t fathom leaving your skin, pecking, nibbling, kissing anywhere he can reach.

minho pushes further into you, and you whine, your eyes tearing up lightly, the tears not daring to fall down your cheeks after facing chan’s lips, kissing them away.

“so warm and tight.” minho is oozing in a comfy hornyness, lying against you, his body almost melting over yours, his hands hugging your waist, lips licking and nibbling on your nipples playfully.

“colour, baby?” chan whispers to your ear. there’s no agreement to decide whether today’s about fucking or about making love, but his sweet marks on your neck, as well as the ones minho leaves on your cleaverage are always welcomed.

“green, pretty,” you smile, playing with his hair as you bit your lip, moaning at minho’s antics. “so green. greenest.”

it seems like your answer made him regain his stamina, because you can feel him twich as he licks and kisses down to your stomach. in a harsh manner he takes chan by his neck and plants a hard kiss on his lips. then, his nose rubs against yours, and he bites your lip cheekily, smirking down at you.

“gonna make sure you remember tonight until we come back from tour.”

seems like today isn’t either love nor fucking, because why choose if, ultimately, you can do both?

[🔶 ★🎇★ 🔶]

~kats, who has spent at least two hours thirsting over the album’s pics.

catiuskaa, july 2024 ©

[mariabtsos]

Nuts - ||k.nj||

Description: how had Namjoon ended up in this situation? What do you mean he had to actually make a connection instead of fucking your brains out?

Genre: Oneshot, Non-idol AU, Rapper!Namjoon x Makeup Artist f!reader, strangers-to-lovers, Too Hot To Handle inspired, SMUT SMUT SMUT!! Hopeful ending. 

Warnings: Namjoon is a bit of a player and full of himself, just smut overall with a hopefully balanced plot, eventually he’ll get back in touch with his feelings, this might be the longest oneshot I've written? Oral sex f receiving, fingering f receiving, grinding, slight exhibitionism.

Word Count: 8.5k+

Namjoon thought himself a reasonable person, horny, but reasonable. He never needed to go to extremes to get what he wanted, whether it be an artist he liked to feature on a song, or fuck the sexy girl that kept bringing champagne over to his table at club. She was leaning against the wall of some small maintenance closet, her back was arched as he pounded into her relentlessly.

Once they finished, he could tell she would want more, doing a not so subtle attempt at slipping her phone number into Namjoon’s back pocket. He smirked and walked out after fixing himself up, knowing full well this would be the last time he’d see her, Namjoon never came back for seconds once he had them. It was nothing against the women he slept with, he didn’t used to be this way, but a few instances of heartbreak and a toxic cycle of make up sex can lead one to denounce love all together and give into pure carnal desire.

Such was Namjoon’s case.

When he arrived at his table he noticed his manager, Jin, and his two best friends, Hoseok and Yoongi, did not receive him with the usual knowing smiles, granted, this time he hadn’t waited long to ditch them for some pussy. Namjoon usually gave it about an hour or two into an outing before temporarily or permanently leaving his friends, but he supposed tonight he really needed a quick fix.

“Why do y’all look like you’re mad at me?” he asked, taking a seat and picking at the chips and salsa that had been placed at the center of their table.

The VIP section of the club was nice, it had a great mix of different low and high-grade celebrities, Namjoon liked to think he was making his way up from the low end of the spectrum, now that he’d been picked up a small label and his mixtape would go from SoundCloud to mainstream platforms.

“We’ve barely been here for half an hour, Namjoon-ah,” Jin complained, holding the bridge of his nose between his index finger and his thumb, Namjoon just continued to stare at him confused. “Well, it’s not my fault, every time she was serving us drinks her tits were right there, and I don’t know if you noticed but they were beautifully proportioned,” he smiled cheekily.

His friends didn’t reciprocate it.

“The label signed you up for a reality show,” Jin stated bluntly, Namjoon almost thought he heard a record scratch, “why?”

“They think it’s good exposure for you,” the older shrugged, “plus it’s like a retreat, you get to stay in a villa with other people and you play games through the summer to win a cash prize.”

“Will I get to keep the cash prize when I win?” he asked, Yoongi and Hoseok sharing a look of annoyance at their friend’s cockiness.

Namjoon had never really been the cocky type, but once his mixtapes and albums started getting hundreds of thousands of streams, and girls seemed to follow him like bees in search of honey, he’d seemed to have his feet a little too far off the ground, and it got worse once he was signed to the label.

“The label is considering it if you create enough buzz around yourself.”

“Well then, I guess I have my work cut out for me,” he smiled, dimples on full display.

You kept refreshing your email every minute, you needed this opportunity, you needed this. It had been your dream since becoming a makeup artist to open your own salon. You were tired of taking clients in the small living room of your studio apartment.

You had been looking for an investor for months when you finally found one that had been interested in your business. He had arranged an interview with you and had asked for a portfolio of your work, just to see what you offered would be worth what you were asking, everything in the interview suggested it was. You were told to wait about a week for them to get back to you, and now that it had been a couple days after the week mark you were starting to get nervous.

The notification sound of a new email made your heart start to race.

From: Hwang Jongdae

Subject: Investment on 2!3! Beauty Salon

Good morning, miss Yn,

After careful consideration of your proposal, we have unfortunately decided that we will not move forward…

You didn’t need to read the rest of the lengthy email, you slammed your laptop shut, immediately reaching for your phone to call your sister, tears inevitably escaped your eyes as soon as she picked up your call.

“Ynie what’s wrong?” She asked, her face showing immediate concern. You explained the situation to her through sobs and snot.

“I don’t know what to do!”

“You could come out with me and Danbi, we are going to the club tonight, maybe you’ll find some rich drunk guy that will invest in your salon.”

You were apprehensive at first, but in the end here you were, in the middle of a night club making somewhat conversation with some guy who’d long taken off his suit jacket and tie, you weren’t planning on anything, you just wanted to someone to converse with since your sister and her girlfriend had ditched you to go dancing.

It wasn’t your fault you had ended up outside making out. You were just sad and needed some cheering up, making out with a stranger sounded like a quick fix, and maybe you’d get a room somewhere and you could enjoy the brief happiness that came with having a one night stand

“Well, I think, your story could make for great reality TV,” his speech was slightly slurred as he pulled away, a sign that the glass he was somehow still holding was definitely not one of the first ones he’d had tonight, “I’m casting this…um…competition show, you get to spend the summer in a pretty villa with pretty people and play games, you can win a SHIT load of money,” he kept leaning toward you, you had to hold back the urge to puke as his breath reeked of alcohol.

You were interested as soon as he mentioned money, you didn’t care what kind of competition it was, you would do anything to make your dream into reality, even if it meant participating in some stupid TV show and dealing with dumb people.

Namjoon was a bit upset about giving up his phone the night before their first day of shooting, but this retreat was meant to be a place where he could disconnect entirely. Which wasn’t an entirely bad idea, the past few weeks was mainly a lot of paperwork and filming his intro for the show, apparently, he’d be the “first to arrive.”

He was happy to see champagne set up on a hightop table, he served himself a glass and waited, other guys started showing up, and then the girls started showing up as well, and to say he was pleasantly surprised was an understatement, all the women were beautiful and when you walked in? 

Namjoon quickly knew that you'd be his target.

He was immediately attracted to you, for a moment he really thought that whoever was up there, if there was anyone, must've put you right there, you were exactly the type he went for when he looked for a quick lay. You were wearing a full body bathing suit, given that the villa was at a beachfront, like shows like these often were. Your hair was down in what he assumed was its natural form, and your make up accentuated your face's features beautifully.

The rest of the girls immediately went to greet you, while the men just stared and spoke amongst themselves about who they liked, it was mostly varied answers. The six girls were the stereotypical body type you’d see in shows like these, although some were definitely on the curvier side, all from different places, the guys were pretty much the same, all well built and mouth-watering.

“Okay so to catch you up to speed…um” one of the girls spoke.

“Yn”

“Right, we have all been scanning the boys and let me tell you, it’s going to be a bloodbath,” she chuckled, as did all the others. She introduced herself as Andrea, and the other girls introduced themselves shortly after.

They walked you over to where the high-tops were, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t notice the way the beautiful dragon-eyed man was devouring you with his gaze, and regardless of your small cover-up skirt and your full body bathing suit, you felt very much naked and aroused. If his gaze alone could do that, what could he do to you?. You had no time to calm your racing heart as he approached, his tall frame towered over you.

“Hey,” his voice sounded like honey, “my name is Namjoon, what’s yours?” he wasn’t subtle at all with the way his eyes trailed up and down your body.

“Yn,” you held your hand out to him “nice to meet you Namjoon,” he took it, bringing your knuckles up to his lips to kiss, you quickly took your hand away.

“What, you don’t like chivalry?”

“You don’t seem like the type to do it genuinely,” you admitted.

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to prove you wrong.”

Your neck was hurting badly, you didn’t realize how close he’d gotten to you, making his stature much more than what you had initially suspected. Namjoon enjoyed the vertical advantage, as it gave him a perfect view to your tits, so beautiful and round, he could feel himself slowly harden, he was ready to tell you to come with him to one of the rooms so you could act upon it, when the host of the show finally showed up.

“Hello guys!” he was a beautiful man as well, did this show only look for good looking people? The producer you’d met said you’d be with pretty people, but this was another level, what a major boost to your ego. “I’m Taehyung, welcome Games in Paradise!” Everyone cheered and clapped as the host gave a pretty boxy smile, “you’ll spend the rest of your summer here, where if you succeed with our challenges, you will win a fantastic prize! Your first challenge will be announced later on by the beach, please explore your home for the next two months and enjoy!” Cheers erupted from the small group again, and everyone dispersed after Taehyung walked away.

And explore you did, the villa was huge, it came fully equipped with everything one could only dream of having. The kitchen was fully stocked with a bunch of fancy appliances for your convenience, the bathrooms were gorgeous and came with both a standing shower and a bathtub, the sleeping area had six queen sized beds and nightstands were full of things to make all the sex everyone was planning on having more enjoyable, from condoms to toys, to lube; a few rooms were locked and you weren’t sure why, but no one really cared, considering everyone starting breaking off into duos and small groups to start enjoying their time there.

(T-4 hours)

Andrea, and yourself were enjoying sun-tanning on the lounge chairs right in front of the pool, your cover-ups long gone as your asses in full display as you laid on your stomach. You were reading a book you had picked out of the villa’s small bookcase, while your newly found friend had her eyes closed.

“So, you and Namjoon huh?” she spoke, you looked up to see her sunglasses down to the tip of her nose as she stared at you suggestively. “He’s hot as fuck, anyone here would stupid not to be turned on by his mere sight,” you shrugged.

“The way he was looking at you I thought he was going to fuck you right then and there!” she giggled. You sighed in response and went back to reading your book, mainly to distract yourself from the godly man you’d met, and the many things you wished he’d do to you, so your wetness wouldn’t ruin your favorite swimsuit.

Namjoon was watching you from far away, two of the guys he’d met on either side of him also watching the girls they so badly wanted. Namjoon would enjoy his time here, whether it was with you, or someone who offered to help with his urges sooner. “Okay,” he stood up from his spot, “y’all can enjoy staring and not touching, I’m going in,” he started walking off when he felt a smack in his ass, surely from Jimin, one of the guys he’d been seating with, and his newest friend.

As he walked down to the lounge chairs he noticed someone else taking your friend away, leaving you alone.

Perfect, no interruptions, he thought.

“Hello again,” greeted you once he was close enough to you, he sat down at the spot your friend was previously laying on, his eyes shamelessly enjoying the view of your ass.

“If we still had our phones I’d tell you to take a picture,” you quipped, Namjoon looked back to your face and found you had been staring at him, he flushed slightly at being caught, but got himself together fairly quickly.

“Can you blame me when you have such a wonderful ass?” he chuckled, his dimples in full display which only made him more attractive in your eyes. The silence wasn’t awkward, but it was definitely filled with tension, you took off your sunglasses, a small smirk on your face “I bet you’d love to fuck it wouldn’t you?”

Namjoon wasn’t expecting such a bold response. He choked on his own saliva and got into a coughing fit as he heard you cackle loudly. When it finally subsided, he noticed you’d left, leaving a water bottle at his feet and a note on the lounge chair you had been seated on not so long ago.

Meet me in the sleeping area ;)

(T- 30 minutes)

There truly was no way of explaining your current predicament. How had you ended up like this so quickly? It was truly all a blur.

All you knew was that you were straddling Namjoon, dry-humping his erection over his swimming trunks, and making out ferociously.

Namjoon felt his dick getting impossibly stiff as you rubbed your pussy against it, your moans swallowed by his lips as he put his tongue down your throat. He played with your tits, massaging one of the mounds with one hand and holding your ass with another. “Can I pull down the straps?” he groaned as you moved to kiss him behind his ear and down his sharp jawline; you managed to muster a pathetic ‘mmhmm’ and you felt your nipples brushing against his chest and then being pinched and rolled between Namjoon’s thumb and index finger.

“Your body is so gorgeous,” he complimented before putting the breast he was playing with in his mouth, making you arch your back and moan as he sucked and licked it to his heart’s content. When he released your breast from his mouth he slowly dragged his hand down to your core, expertly moving your swimsuit aside and using his thumb to rub your already sensitive bundle of nerves, “fuck!” you moaned, he then moved his hand so that his thumb continued to rub your clit as he inserted his finger inside of you, “so wet for me,” he added another, “so tight,” and another “can’t wait to fuck this slick, tight pussy until you can’t walk” his fingers curved deliciously against your walls and you could feel the coil of pleasure tightening inside you.

“Take off your pants,” you managed to plead.

“Hmm?”

“Take off your pants, please, I want to rid-”

“Hello,” a robotic voice interrupted your pleas, scaring you so badly you almost ended up falling off of Namjoons lap. He gently took his fingers out of you and fixed up your swimsuit just in case someone was about to walk in. “Who the fuck is there?!” Namjoon asked sternly, carefully moving you off his lap.

“My name is Lana,” that’s when you finally noticed the small cone on top of a decorative table. “I hope you are enjoying the retreat, please head down to the palapa, it should be next to the place you arrived at today.”

You and Namjoon stared at each other, having a mental conversation on whether you actually wanted to or not, ultimately going back to making out. Namjoon wanted you so badly, and the stupid Lana robot had definitely not made him any harder, but he was sure he’d be back to it once you guys got back in the mood.

“Hurry up, lovebirds.” Lana’s robotic timbre interrupted them yet again, making you fall backwards on the bed “ugh!” You complained, “Let’s go before she becomes more of a buzz kill.”

You sat next to Namjoon, his arm was around your shoulders. You saw Andrea sitting among some of the girls, one of them in particular, Jihee you thought was her name, was throwing daggers at you with her eyes. All you could do was give her a tight-lipped smile, looking away from her as the small cone that had scared you earlier slowly rose up on a platform in the middle of the table.

“Hello, contestants,” her multicolored light blinked as she spoke, “I have gathered information during this first day of the retreat.” Everyone looked at each other, in a very ‘what the fuck’ kind of way because up until she spoke, you had thought her to be a very fancy diffuser, “it has been most insightful.”

“What the fuck does she mean?” Andrea spoke up.

“The purpose of the retreat is to have you create deep, meaningful, emotional connections, instead of the meaningless flings you’ve all been having.”

“So… have platonic relationships with women?” Jimin looked confused, he didn’t have to wait long for an answer.

“To incentivize you not to do this, I have set the prize money to one-hundred thousand dollars.”

‘Oh my god’s’ were spread out through the group, as they all talked about what that amount of money could do for them, you opened up to Namjoon and Andrea who were the people sitting closest to you, “that money could definitely get me my salon!”

“You’re a hairdresser?” Andrea asked.

“Makeup artist, but I’m planning on having a full service salon,” you smiled sweetly, Namjoon found the sparkle in your eye somewhat endearing when you talked about your dream, but, he couldn’t let himself dwell on it for long, he wanted a good lay, not a deep connection, deep connections had only caused him pain.

“However,” Lana interrupted the group’s chatter, “there are conditions to your stay in order to win the prize,” you hoped the collective complaint wasn’t missed on the small cone, although you were sure it was, it was a robot after all.

“There will be no kissing.”

Your eyes widened, as did most of the groups. “Well, she only said kissing right?” Jihee said.

“No heavy petting.” 

“This is fucking stupid,” Daniel, one of the guys Namjoon had been hanging out with spoke.

“No sex of any kind, this includes self-gratification,” the chorus of what’s and no’s that broke out from the group were immediate, and you felt regretful, if you had cut to the chase sooner you could’ve gotten a really good dicking from Namjoon, and now you were all going to be blue balled.

Or were you?

(Day 2)

You woke up the next morning comfy, you and Namjoon decided you would share a bed, and his muscular arms held you tightly, and you felt protected in a way. You hadn’t been one for cuddling in a long time, not since your last relationship almost 4 years ago. It had ended quite tumultuously, especially due to its toxic and suffocating nature. It was mainly why you had one night stands, you didn’t have to cuddle if you didn’t want to, you could just leave right after.

You also didn’t miss Namjoon’s morning wood against your ass, no one was awake yet aside from you, so you decided to be a little risky and pretend like you were adjusting yourself, only to rub up on Namjoon’s dick some more. His grip tightened at your hips, you felt his breath against your ear as he groaned.

“You better stop that, or I’ll fuck you just like this,” he whispered, you could feel yourself getting slick at his words, how badly you wanted him follow through. “Don’t you want the money?” you whispered back, doing your best to hold your moans as he grinded against your ass, “Lana is a dumb fucking robot, how will she know?”

Fuck it.

That’s how you ended up with your shorts and underwear halfway down your legs, and with Namjoon’s fingers deep in your pussy, just like last night. You were biting your pillow and doing your best to hold back your moans. “You ready for me baby?”

Best you could do was reach back and touch him, you wanted to keep quiet just in case someone heard you. He slowly teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, you had yet to see it but when it breached you, you could tell he was thick, and as he slowly fed himself into your pussy, it was ten times harder to stay quiet. Yup. He was definitely big. 

He fucked you slowly, and he had to hold himself back as well, your pussy felt so good and it almost felt like you sucked him in deeper with every thrust, he wanted to rail you, to make you scream and moan so that everyone knew just how good he fuck you. “You’re taking my cock so well,” he praised you, causing you to clench harder on him, “if you keep doing that I’m going to cum,” you answered, “why don’t you hmm? Maybe I’ll pump full of my cum too, and make you keep it in so no one knows what we did,” he bit your earlobe and you almost moaned out loud. The coil in your stomach snapped, and your back arched from the pleasure the beautiful man behind you was giving you, it wasn’t long before he came as well, and just like he said, you were filled to the brim.

After your morning shower and getting yourself ready, you were out and about with the girls hanging out in the pool, it was a hot, sunny day, and you were having fun hanging out with the gals.

“Were you okay this morning, Yn? I thought I kept hearing moan?” Jihee asked, making the rest of the girls turn to you. You and Namjoon had agreed to not tell anyone about your little escapade this morning. “I was having a really bad nightmare, I’m sorry,” you smiled apologetically.

Jihee didn’t seem to believe you, meanwhile the other girls rushed to ensure you were okay, they kept asking what your nightmare was about, thankfully, before the show you’d have a really bad one, so you used that one for your story, they didn’t know it wasn’t recent. However, you didn’t miss the angry looks from Jihee, but you didn’t have much time to dwell on it, as the guys came over to the pool to get you, stating that Lana had called for you all to go to the palapa.

You sat next to Namjoon again, who placed his arm on the armrest behind you. You were staring off, not really setting your eyes on one thing until they landed on his thighs. They were so thick and muscular, you wondered what riding them felt like, perhaps that could be the next thing you and Namjoon sneaked off to do.

“Hello, contestants,” the small cone in the middle of the table spoke, everyone greeted it back. “It has come to my attention someone may have broken the rules,” everyone stared around, except for Namjoon, who was playing with the leftover fabric of the headband you were wearing.

“No one’s done anything Lana,” Jimin stated.

“My cameras picked up movement and audio last night, are you sure?” The girls stared at you so quick you were worried they would break their necks, “Yn? You said you had a bad nightmare last night didn’t you?” Jihee’s voice was laced with cattiness, and you felt a slight tug to your headband.

“My cameras picked Namjoon, speaking also.”

“Her nightmare sounded pretty bad, I was whispering in her ear to calm her down, nothing happened,” the way he lied so effortlessly made you feel weird, and you remembered why you’d been single for so long, you didn’t want to be in another situation where you were gaslighted and lied to.

You were grateful that you had kept your movement so slow and subtle.

“Just a warning, if you are found breaking the rules, depending on what you do, you will lose money.”

All hell broke loose then.

(Day 14)

You had managed to go this far without you or Namjoon making a single sexual move, and it was killing him not being able to plow you like he wanted to. It was good because you weren’t the first to lose the group money, Daniel and Jihee were surprisingly the firsts to do so, Jihee had given head to Daniel twice in one day, losing twelve thousand dollars. Later on, Andrea and Jimin kissed a few times, losing six thousand dollars.

Namjoon thought that building an emotional connection was dumb, he’d done that before, and each time it ended in a heartbreak worse than the last, his most recent relationship being what made him swear off on relationships. The girl he had dated was someone he’d loved, he’d do everything for her, every song was for her, any money made from his music went to both his and her bills, he almost dropped his best friends for her. 

And then he found out she’d been cheating on him all along.

It absolutely broke him, he couldn’t understand why he wasn’t good enough, he’d always been a gentleman, he would spoil her, love her, why wasn’t that enough? 

He didn’t care anymore, when he had an urge he would go to the clubs, or even after a gig he would pull a fan he found hot and he would fuck them until he was satisfied, leaving shortly after, or if he was craving something more intimate he would cuddle them after for a little while, no deep conversation, no sob stories shared, no number exchange. No strings attached. It was the only way not to get hurt.

You were so nice, such a good fuck. He almost wished you had met a few years before, then again would he have looked your way? He always seemed to be dating women who only wanted him for his money, women who never appreciated the little things. You did. He’d made you coffee this morning, using the keurig in the kitchen because he knew he would burn the villa down if he did it like some of the others were making it. He did it because you had become somewhat friends, sexual tension aside, your conversations were great, even if they were forced at first to distract you both from how badly you wanted the other, maybe he’d leave this with you as a good friend. All the girls cooed at the nice gesture, and Namjoon visibly cringed “it’s just fucking coffee it doesn’t mean anything.”

Oh, how those words hurt you.

You had unfortunately developed a crush for the rapper. He was so incredibly smart, he had such wisdom and insight, and his face card was crazy. You had felt horny the first few days, after your small rendezvous, but that subsided once you had more and more conversations, you really like his brain. However, how you felt didn’t matter, he didn’t want you like that, you were someone he fucked once and that he wants to fuck again, nothing more, nothing less. So, maybe it was a good thing that new players came into the scene.

Lana announced them, and it wasn’t long before you spotted them walking down the beach, two men. Both men were absolutely ripped, one of them had a full sleeve and piercings, making you salivate at the sight, the other didn’t have any tattoos, but he had a somewhat big nose and a beautiful smile. When they arrived they quickly introduced themselves as Christopher and Jungkook. The latter seemed to have immediately set an eye on you as he immediately started conversing with you and tried to get to know you better. You and the others had to explain the rules to the newcomers, they weren’t exactly thrilled, but they got over somewhat quickly.

“Ynie, do you want to go talk somewhere else alone?” the doe-eyed man asked, and how could you say no to that pretty smirk. Namjoon didn’t really like it as he saw you walk away with the younger man.

“You can’t talk to her the way you did this morning and expect her not to move on,” Andrea spoke, Jimin giggled next to her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t care,” he clarified, making your friend roll her eyes.

“Attention, contestants,” Lana’s voice broke through the various conversations, “there will be a special event happening near the garden tomorrow, please go there in the morning.”

“What’s in it for us anyway?” Chris spoke up.

“The person who shows the most progress and success will win a date with a person of their choosing,” now that changes things.

(Day 15)

Without words. That’s what the workshop was called.

Lana had paired all of you up, and you had ended up being paired with Jungkook, whilst Namjoon was paired with Jihee. Namjoon wasn’t one to be possessive of the people he fucked, but it wasn’t that he fucked you before, you were his friend, and Jungkook seemed like he was up to no good, what with the big deceitful doe eyes.

You were excited though, it was a fresh start for you, maybe Jungkook will be able to give you that deep emotional connection you were supposed to look for. You hadn’t wanted it at first, but your growing feelings for Namjoon along with all the workshops you had done so far helped you realize that. This one in particular had two stages, the first one was picking up on your partner’s body language. You had to go for a hug with Jungkook showing a specific emotion, and he would have to guess it later, that emotion was excitement.

Once Lana gave you the go, you ran toward the pretty man and hopped on him, wrapping your legs around him. He quickly caught you, wrapping one arm around you and using his other hand to hold one of your legs up, you both were so giggly, and everyone in the group could tell you were enjoying each other’s company. Namjoon was hugging Jihee but he wasn’t putting that much effort in it, he was watching you and Jungkook, and the stupid shit eating grin he had whilst you hugged. How badly he wanted to be the one you had your legs wrapped around, he was getting a little upset at how long you were hugging this newcomer for, considering everyone had stopped except for you two.

“We don’t have all day!” Namjoon remarked, his tone was bitter. You didn’t realize you had embraced Jungkook for so long, you had connected a lot during his first day, you talked until the high hours of the night, so you felt good with him, it was easy. You let go and walked back, whispering I’m sorry’s to the group for the hold up. “The next stage is soul gazing, you will stare at your partner in silence, it encourages you to see and connect with your partner on a deeper emotional level,” Lana said.

The silence of everyone was quite comfortable, and watching Jungkook you felt such warmth and kindness emanating from him, and you also saw him tear up a bit. “You have a beautiful soul Ynie,” he admitted, and like the Grinch, you felt your heart grow three sizes from those words. Namjoon, however, was seething, who the hell is guy anyway, why is he making you swoon all the sudden? It was bullshit, absolute bullshit. After the workshop was finally over, Lana announced the winner, you.

“Yn, who do you choose to go on this date with,” the little cone asked, and everyone’s eyes were on you. The expectations were skewed, some were expecting you to pick Namjoon, and some were expecting you to pick Jungkook based on the past two days alone.

“Jungkook,” he had the prettiest smile, “wanna go on this date with me?”

“Yes!” He was very enthusiastic, giving you a quick side hug, the girls rushed to your side to help you get ready.

Namjoon was with the guys as they all watched Jungkook getting ready, he wasn’t very excited about the prospect of you going on a date with someone, he wanted you all for himself to enjoy and he couldn’t have that if you went with Jungkook. He heard Jimin giggling, noticing he’d been staring at him this whole time. “What?”

“Good thing you don’t have laser vision, poor Jungkookie would be dead if you did,” he continued to chuckle.

“I’m not even looking at him.”

“Give me a fucking break hyung, it’s obvious you are jealous of the guy, I mean just today’s workshop alone shows that,” Jimin explained, “if you like Yn you should shoot your shot.”

Did Namjoon like you? I mean he was definitely not repulsed by you, you were a smart, pretty girl. But how would he know you wouldn't use him? Sure you didn't seem like you would but what about when you were out in the real world?

“I'll be back,” Jungkook had a big grin on his face, “wish me luck!”

As Namjoon watched the youngest out of the men walk out, he decided he would get dressed himself, and get his frustration out with the punching bag at their designated workout area. Watching as he met you at the door to the villa. You were wearing a simple gray summer dress and it complimented your skin tone beautifully.

Jungkook was a little confused on why Namjoon was so adamantly upset at him, but he couldn’t worry about him right now, not when he was so excited to see you. You were incredibly nice to him when he arrived, and your conversation had been so wonderful when he’d pulled you aside. You talked about so many things, where you were from, what you did for work, what your goals were.

“I’m a tattoo artist! I’ve drawn most of the pieces I’ve gotten done,” he took off the shirt he was wearing, the white tank top underneath being the only thing keeping you from seeing his abs. His sleeve was beautiful, so incredibly colorful and full of life, he explained most of his tattoos, including the ones that were meant as cover-ups for others. Your eyes got lost in the way his muscles flexed as they trailed up his arm, eventually your gaze ended up meeting his.

He had stars in his eyes, and his smile seemed so incredibly genuine, he cocked his head to the side as he stared at you, “can I ask you something?” you nodded, “do you and Namjoon hyung have something going on? I don’t want to move forward with pursuing you if you are not available,” the question left you a bit stunned and you thought it through before deciding to trust Jungkook with the truth.

“We’ve had some serious sexual tension since we got here,” you admitted, “no one knows this but we actually fucked on our second night here,” the pretty man in front of you deflated a bit, and then it seemed to hit him, “so, not even the weird cone thing knows?”

“I mean she probably knows now,” you chuckled humorlessly. “Anyway, after that we agreed not to tell anyone, and we started building a friendship, I started sort of catching feelings, and I thought he was too, he would do little nice things for me, and then say something mean after,” you sighed, “so I’m not sure about him as person.”

Jungkook was a great listener, he stayed quiet and gave you his undivided attention the entire time you were talking, and now he sat pensive, looking up at the stars as he tried to come up with something to tell you, “I think you are really cool, Yn, and I think you deserve someone who will want you in every way, not just because you’re stunning” you blushed slightly at his words, “I would love to get to know you better and explore something with you, but if you want Namjoon that badly, then I don’t want to get hurt, going after girls who are emotionally unavailable or attached to someone else is exactly why I’ve become a man whore.”

You were shocked at his candor and honesty, but it endeared you to him and made you envy him. Why couldn’t you have your shit together? Why were your boundaries so unclear? Worst of all, a pretty guy who had treated you with nothing but respect wanted you… but your feelings for Namjoon were more, from the small coffee offering to conversations he would have with you about books you both had read, to deep conversations about each other’s life.

“You are a good person Jungkook.”

“But I’m not the kind of person you want.” You gave him a saddened smile, “I’m fine with being your friend Ynie, you are a good person too, and in time Namjoon will realize it too,” the night continued on with so much laughter, Jungkook felt like a long lost friend, and you were happy that life had brought him to you.

Namjoon was not happy. The people in the villa watched as he beat the absolute shit out of the punching bag in front of him, his jaw was clenched, and his mind was playing all the possibilities of what may happen on your date with Jungkook.

Did you do any of the things you'd done with him? Did you kiss him? Did you like him? Will you come back with a stronger connection and leave him to rot?

If you did he wouldn't blame you, he deserves every one of those things, especially after the way he'd treated you, all hot and cold. It truly isn't his fault, so many strings of wrong relationships, with the last one being a constant cycle of toxicity and gaslighting, which Namjoon can now admit he was a part of. Him and his last partner weren't good for each other, but they loved each other so intensely they didn't want to let go.

Love hard, hurt harder, you know?

He heard your unmistakable laughter along with his, and he started punching his bag harder. How long had he been standing here punching this poor bag? He didn't care, currently he was imagining Jungkook’s head on a stake.

“Namjoon?” Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts, he turned his gaze toward, whilst still in a punching stance, “can we talk?” Namjoon straightened up at that. He kinda liked the way you were checking how sweaty his body was, he didn't like your sudden frown however.

“Your knuckles are bleeding.” 

Were they? Surely he wasn't punching the bag that long that hard. But when he pulled up his hands to look at the damage he couldn't help but cackle.

“I guess they are.”

“Why don't you go take care of them and then we can talk, hmm?” You gave him a tight, close-lipped smile.

Fuck no.

There was no way he was letting you leave after you were the reason he'd been punching this bag, not when he'd spent the last however long wondering, overthinking, what you and Jungkook would possibly be doing. There was simply no way. It was almost a reflex the way his hand wrapped around your wrist, you barely had time to look at him before he pulled you away to a secluded corner of the villa, cornering you against the wall with both of his arms caging you in, droplets of sweat all over his body. 

It was crazy, the way your body seemed to respond so quickly to him, he heard the small whimper, and saw how you put your legs together, and fuck sake the way you were looking at him was like you were begging him to…

He wanted to do this right though. He moved away slightly, giving you some space to breathe, “what'd you wanna talk about Yn?”

“My date with Jungkook went well,” okay maybe not what he was expecting.

“Good for you?”

“I think we'll be great friends, him and I,” Namjoon suddenly felt himself taking a deep breath of relief. “Really?” The space he'd given you was gone again.

He hoped you could see just how affected he also was by you, how his own dick was stirring, having your body so close, having you so close. You must’ve sat there staring at each other for a few minutes, Namjoon’s gaze going back and forth between your lips and your eyes, there was so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to do to you, with you. He leaned in slowly, your height difference making him bend down slightly, your eyes fluttered shut and he stopped just close enough that your noses were brushing together, you were so beautiful. Before you could ask him what was taking him so long he connected your lips in a delicious, passionate kiss, your tongues explored each other’s mouths and your hands held onto his shoulders.

Namjoon was the first to pull away, only to move his kisses down to your jaw and eventually your neck, causing you to let out little moans, they were the prettiest sound to Namjoon. He found himself reaching for the shorts you had worn under your gray dress, “may I take these off?” he asked, his eyes hooded and filled with want, all you could do was let out a pathetically high-pitched ‘yes’. He hooked his thumbs at the waistband, dragging your underwear down with it, he watched them pool at your feet and then knelt down, “is this okay?” you felt his breath against your center, making you squirm slightly.

“Yes.”

He dove right in, licking the length of your slit, groaning at how aroused you were and he had barely done anything to you. He moved on to your clit, wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucking gently, causing your moans to become slightly louder, “you gotta keep quiet for me baby,” he instructed you when he briefly pulled away to catch his breath, the sight of the lower half of his face glistening with your wetness making you almost want to orgasm right then. He started eating you out again, this time adding his fingers to the mix, and you had to cover your mouth to make sure your moans wouldn’t be heard all over the villa. You felt yourself closer and closer to your climax and Namjoon could too, your walls squeezed his fingers tightly almost as if wanting to keep them prisoner, and he wanted nothing more than to replace them with his cock, especially because it was so painfully hard. You wanted that too, you wanted nothing more than for this to go all the way, but you felt that in order for what you wanted to work, things had to be different.

“Namjoon, stop” he immediately moved away from you, gently removing his fingers. You took a moment to catch your breath, as he slowly pulled up your shorts and underwear and fixed your dress for you, “did I hurt you?” he asked, holding your hips, looking genuinely concerned at your sudden request. He had an almost boyish charm when this side of him was shown to you, so sweet, so gentleman-like, why would he not be like this always?

“No, I just,” you sighed, putting your hands on his chest, “I like you Namjoon, I would like for us to try and get to know each other, for us to get the chance to see if this could go anywhere, but I’m not sure if that’s what you want, and I need to know, because I don’t want to be pining for someone that just wants me for sex.”

Your confession surprised him, he hadn’t thought that all your conversations and your sexual tension would lead to anything more than maybe a friends with benefits kind of situation. However, considering how he's been reacting to the possibility of you and Jungkook together, maybe he did want to explore more.

“I'd love to get to know you more Ynie,” he flashed his dimpled smile at you, and you felt your heart fluttering. Jumping into his arms for a hug in which Namjoon made sure to hold you extra tight. Maybe this was the beginning of his healing.

(Day 27)

The rest of the stay at the villa was great for you two, Namjoon was so very thoughtful, he made you fresh coffee every morning, and you guys had a reading date every afternoon, where you shared the big love seat by the pool, laying back on his chest as he held whatever book you were reading in front of both of you.

People weren't too happy once Lana deducted the money for your offense after your date with Jungkook, and they were even more distraught when they found out what shenanigans you'd been up to on your second night there, you had lost them so much money the price money was down to forty-five thousand dollars. Jihee almost jumped you, thankfully Jungkook was there to hold her back. Speaking of, you ended up having another girl show up, a sweet blonde named Maddie who immediately caught Jungkook’s attention. It was great seeing your friend happy. You guys would have chats by the pool when you got a chance and update each other on the happenings of your relationships. 

Lana had also been a bit more liberal by giving you all bracelets, when they lit up you’d be allowed to kiss the other person, this would only happen if your emotional connection had been proven to strong and genuine.

Although you and Namjoon were still very much in the eyes of everyone, “getting to know each other,” that would all change three days before you left the villa. You honestly had no clue when he had the time, but when Lana announced you were going on a date with Namjoon, everyone seemed to be beaming at the idea. He told you to dress nice. So you opted for a two-piece white set, with a loose halter top, white loose shorts, and wedges. Turns out you were going on a boat ride.

“Oh my god Joon,” you beamed as he helped you sit down at the front of the boat, where an assortment of sushi was waiting for you. You sailed along, enjoying the sun on your skin, and the beautiful man that kept feeding you sushi, especially since even if he tried to show you how to use chopsticks you still couldn’t keep the sushi in your grasp for long. You talked some more about life, and you ended up opening up to one another.

“My last relationship was like, three years ago,” he started, “she basically only wanted me for my money, but I didn’t really notice, I just wanted to love and be loved, and I thought that I was being good, I spoiled her, gave her everything and she still cheated on me, so I swore off relationships and became a man-whore,” he chuckled bitterly. “My last relationship was four years ago, it was very toxic, he basically made me feel bad for not always wanting to be on his dick, or because I spent time with my friends and not him, he went around telling everyone our business but always left out how awful he was to me.” You had been staring at the horizon, the sun slowly setting bringing golden hour to you.

“Eventually when we broke up, he tried getting back together with me, and when I said no, he started shit-talking my friends and myself, and all I could do was watch as they got tired of dealing with me and my drama, so now I only had my sister to rely on,” you felt Namjoon’s hand on your cheek, he watched with sorrowful expression, “you were crying.”

“I swore off relationships after that too, I have never felt more alone than during that time, and I didn’t want to feel like that again.”

“I know at first I didn’t do the best job at not making you feel that way, but I hope I can help you feel less lonely,” Namjoon said, still caressing your cheeks, you felt your wrist vibrate, seeing the big green checkmark on your watch, Namjoon had the same. You were ready to lean in to kiss him, but he stopped you.

“Before we kiss,” he started, “getting to know you has been amazing, I find myself learning some much about myself and slowly coming back to who I was before all the bullshit. I want us to be real, I want to go back to the real world and make it work with you, would you be my girlfriend Ynie?” Your cheeks hurt from how wide you were smiling, you never really thought of yourself getting back into a relationship, you had sworn you were too damaged for something like that, but maybe this was the start to your healing. “I want to make it work in the real world too, I’d love to be your girlfriend,” his dimpled smile gave you butterflies, and as his other hand reached your cheek to fully cup your face, he closed the space between you with a kiss that had been different from the ones before, the others were hungry, desperate, and horny, this one was slow, passionate, and breath-taking. You felt your wrist vibrate again, making you pull away much to your dismay.

“I’m excited for the outside world together,” his gaze was sweet and soft, something you had never seen. He laid back, opening his arms up so you could cuddle.

“Me too,” you smiled, quickly moving your picnic stuff out of the way and scooting over, you laid your head on his chest, you heard his heart beating so fast and so loud, “your heart is about to beat out of your chest,” you giggled.

“I was so fucking nervous,” you looked up at him, “but I am happy I think, hopefully we’ll make it through.”

Fingers crossed.

[trashland-llamas]

Ginger!?

[a/n; I wrote this sleep deprived, on the way to Ny (passenger prince, not the driver). Idk what ‘plum as peach’ means either]

[x gn reader]

‘When the fuck were you gonna tell me you used to be a ginger!?’ Reader slammed open the front door as they accuse the vigilante.

Looking up from his romance novel, Jason owlishly blinks at them, ‘Why hello to you too, sweet cheeks.’ Waiting for them to explain what the ruckus was about.

Having just arrived home from the Wayne manor for their weekly spot of tea with Alfred. ‘Guess what Alfred asked me today?’ Reader starts, shucking off their shoes with their bag dropped onto the floor.

They don’t give Jason any time to respond. They never do. The vigilante would just give some half assed bullshit, thinking he was some comedian.

’He asked me if I had ever seen the family photo albums and I told him no, Alfred, I haven’t.’ Digging a finger into their own chest at the word ‘me.’

‘Looked as plum as a peach, he did. So he brings out the photo albums and in it was little Jason. But not brunette.’ The finger now pointing accusatory at him. ‘No, but ginger!’

Jason’s looking at them with hearts in his eyes. If it weren’t for the leftover shock still in their system, they would’ve found it endearing. But alas, for right now, it added fuel to the fire. ‘Don’t look at me like that.’

‘Like what? Like I’m not in love with you? Can’t help it, babe.’ Jason holds up his hands. Almost as if praying for their forgiveness. Atoning for the personal slight he had committed.

‘Dyed it when I young. Then after the pit, it was permanent. Haven’t had to dye it since. It’s why you’ve never seen my roots growing out.’ Reader gave him the evil eye for a second, sussing out whether he was being truthful.

‘You vigilantes, I swear.’ They swore to themselves, going into the kitchen to make two cups of tea. Correctly assuming Jason once again forgot about taking care of his needs with how engrossed he was in his reading.

‘Still love you though, white hair and all,’ Reader whispers before placing a kiss on his temple. Handing him his cup of tea. Jason chuckles, noting that they had finally calmed down.

‘You done being feisty?’

[slutpinks]

A chance to come back on the cover again.

Lalisa Manoban (Lisa)

11693 words.

one shot

(Let's end the year together with @voguethailand I'm glad to have a chance to come back on the cover again with @bvlgari I hope you all like it. )

Lisa’s eyes sparkle with delight as she takes in the beautiful flowers. She leans in and gives aron a soft, lingering kiss, her lips caressing his tenderly. Breaking the kiss, she gazes up to him adoringly.

“You’re so sweet, bringing me flowers like this. I love them!”

She turns and leads him down the hallway, tugging him along excitedly.

“Come on, I want to show you what I’ve been working on. I have a special surprise for you in the studio”

As Lisa eagerly leads aron into the recording studio, her heart races with excitement. She can’t wait to share her new music with him. Once inside, she turns to face him, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“Okay babe, I have something really special to play for you. This is the demo for my upcoming single – it’s called ‘moonlit floor’  “

She walks over to the sound system and presses play, filling the room with a hauntingly beautiful melody.

As the song plays, Lisa sways her hips sensually, her movements accentuating the rhythm. She approaches aron, running her hands up his chest as she gazes into his eyes.

“What do you think?? I wanted to create something that would really touch people’s hearts.”

She bites her lip, waiting anxiously for his reaction.

As the hauntingly beautiful melody fills the studio, Lisa sways her hips sensually, her movements accentuating the rhythm. She approaches aron, running her hands up his chest as she gazes into his eyes.

“I’m so glad you love it, baby. This song means everything to me.”

Her voice drops to a sultry whisper as she leans in close, her lips brushing against his ear.

“you know, I’ve been feeling so inspired lately… and a little pent up too.”

She pulls back slightly, her eyes dark with desire as she bites her lip seductively.

“maybe you could help me… relieve some of that tension??”

Lisa’s eyes sparkle with mischief as she trails a finger down aron’s chest.

“well, you see, I’ve been working so hard on this new album… and all that time in the studio has left me feeling a bit… pent up.”

She leans in close, her lips brushing against his.

“I was hoping you could help  me… relieve some of that tension. Maybe right here in the recording booth??”

She bites her lip, her gaze smoldering with desire.

Lisa pouts playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“oh, aron, don’t play coy with me. You know exactly what I need..”

She steps closer, pressing her body against his as she trails a finger down his chest.

“I want you to take me right here, right now. I need you inside me, filling me up…”

Her

 voice drops to a sultry whisper as she gazes up at him lustfully.

“So what do you sat, baby? Are you going to give me what I need??”

Lisa’s expression falls slightly at aron’s responsible response, but she quickly recovers with a playful smile.

“you’re right, of course. We should focus on work for now.”

She steps back, smoothing her clothes.

“Let me show you some more of what I’ve been working on.”

As they continue the studio tour, Lisa can’t help but steal glances at aron, her desire simmering just beneath the surface. She explains her creative process, but her mind wanders to thoughts of their passionate night ahead.

“I’ve got a few more tracks to play for you.”

She says, leading him to another section.

“But I have to admit, I’m already looking forward to getting you alone later.”

She winks mischievously, refocusing on her work while the anticipation builds.

As the evening wore on, Lisa and Aron arrived home, their desire for each other building with every passing moment. After a quiet dinner, the tension in the air was palpable. Lisa couldn't wait any longer - she grabbed Aron's hand and led him hurriedly to the bedroom, her heart racing in anticipation.

Once inside, Lisa pressed her body against Aron's, kissing him deeply and passionately. Her hands roamed his muscular frame as she slowly undressed him, her touches igniting sparks of pleasure. Aron responded in kind, caressing Lisa's soft skin and reveling in her feminine curves.

Clothes were shed hastily, and soon they fell onto the bed, limbs intertwined. Lisa straddled Aron, gazing down at him with hooded eyes full of lust. Slowly, she sank down onto his throbbing length, a moan of ecstasy escaping her lips. She began to move, rocking her hips in a sensual rhythm as waves of pleasure washed over them both.

Their bodies moved together in a passionate dance, Lisa's breasts bouncing alluringly with each thrust. Aron gripped her hips, guiding her movements as he met her every move. Breathless cries and the sound of skin slapping filled the air as they chased their shared climax.

Finally, with a few more desperate thrusts, they tumbled over the edge together, shuddering and calling out each other's names. Lisa collapsed onto Aron's chest, their hearts pounding in unison as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

As the evening wore on, Lisa and Aron arrived home, their desire for each other building with every passing moment. After a quiet dinner, the tension in the air was palpable. Lisa couldn't wait any longer - she grabbed Aron's hand and led him hurriedly to the bedroom, her heart racing in anticipation.

Once inside, Lisa pressed her body against Aron's, kissing him deeply and passionately. Her hands roamed his muscular frame as she slowly undressed him, her touches igniting sparks of pleasure. Aron responded in kind, caressing Lisa's soft skin and reveling in her feminine curves.

Clothes were shed hastily, and soon they fell onto the bed, limbs intertwined. Lisa straddled Aron, gazing down at him with hooded eyes full of lust. Slowly, she sank down onto his throbbing length, a moan of ecstasy escaping her lips. She began to move, rocking her hips in a sensual rhythm as waves of pleasure washed over them both.

Their bodies moved together in a passionate dance, Lisa's breasts bouncing alluringly with each thrust. Aron gripped her hips, guiding her movements as he met her every move. Breathless cries and the sound of skin slapping filled the air as they chased their shared climax.

Finally, with a few more desperate thrusts, they tumbled over the edge together, shuddering and calling out each other's names. Lisa collapsed onto Aron's chest, their hearts pounding in unison as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

  As the morning light streamed in through the window, Lisa and aron reluctantly disentangled themselves from their intimate embrace. After a quick breakfast, they headed back to Lisas’ company, LLOUD, for another day of work.

Upon arriving, Lisa was immediately whisked away to a meeting with the manager from Vogue Thailand magazine. With a polite smile, she greeted the well-dressed executive and took a seat across from him in the plush conference room.

“Lisa, it’s a pleasure to have you here today,”

The manager began, getting straight to business.

“As you know, Vogue Thailand and Bvlgari is preparing a special feature on The Reflections Of Fashion in 2024, and we would be honored to have you as our cover “

Lisa’s eyes widened in surprise and excitement.

“Wow, that’s incredible! I’m truly honored that you would consider me for such a prestigious feature.”

She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, already envisioning the glamorous photoshoot.

“Excellent. We’d like to schedule the shoot for next week, if that works for your schedule. We have some amazing concepts in mind that we think will really showcase your unique style and talent.

Lisa’s mind raced with the possibilities.

“next week sounds perfect. I can’t to collaborate with your team and bring these ideas to life.”

She flashed the manager a dazzling smile, already mentally preparing for the exciting opportunity ahead.

Lisa’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief as the manager’s demand became increasingly inappropriate and demeaning. She felt a growing sense of unease and hesitation, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and disgust.

“I-I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that,”

She stammered, trying to maintain her composure.

“This all seems a bit…. Excessive. Surely there must be another way to secure the cover story that doesn’t involve such intimate requests??”

 Lisa desperately searched the manager’s face for any sign of understanding, but his expression remained cold and uncompromising. She knew that refusing could jeopardize the incredible opportunity, but the thought of submitting to his lewd demands made her stomach churn.

Swallowing hard, Lisa tried a different approach.

“Perhaps we could discuss this further and find a more… professional arrangement that works for both of us??”

Her voice was laced with uncertainty, but she hoped to appeal to the manager’s sense of reason.

Lisa's heart sank as the manager's ultimatum hung in the air. She stared at the business card in her hands, her fingers trembling slightly. The opportunity of a lifetime was slipping through her fingers, all because she refused to compromise her principles.

Swallowing hard, Lisa looked up at the manager, her expression resolute.

I'm sorry, but I can't accept those terms. My values and self-respect are not for sale.

She took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders.

I hope you can understand and respect my decision.

With that, Lisa stood up and made her way to the door, pausing only to hand the business card back to the manager.

If you change your mind and want to work with me professionally, you know where to find me.

And with that, she exited the room, her head held high despite the disappointment weighing on her heart.

As the manager left the conference room, Lisa was left alone with her thoughts, a mix of disappointment and relief swirling within her. She knew she had made the right decision by refusing the manager's unethical demands, but the missed opportunity still stung.

Sitting back down, Lisa took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had worked so hard to get to this point in her career, and the chance to be featured on the cover of Vogue had been a dream come true. But not at the cost of her dignity and self-respect.

Glancing down at the business card the manager had left, Lisa hesitated for a moment. The temptation to reconsider was there, but she quickly pushed it aside. She had made her choice, and she would stand by it, no matter how difficult it might be.

Determined to move forward, Lisa gathered her things and exited the conference room, her head held high. She would find other ways to showcase her talent and reach new heights in her career - ones that didn't require compromising her values. This setback may have stung, but it would only make her stronger and more resolute in the long run.

As the day wore on, Lisa found herself constantly confronted with reminders of the missed opportunity with Vogue. Everywhere she turned, it seemed, there were glossy magazine covers and editorials featuring the latest fashion and celebrity trends. Each one was a painful reminder of what could have been.

Try as she might to focus on her other work, Lisa's determination began to waver. The thought of the prestige and exposure that came with a Vogue cover feature nagged at her, making her question whether she had made the right choice after all.

Sighing heavily, Lisa sank into her chair, her gaze drawn to the stack of Vogue issues on her desk. She leafed through them, admiring the stunning photography and layouts. The articles highlighted the careers of so many successful artists - the very kind of recognition Lisa had always dreamed of.

A part of her longed to call the manager back, to beg for another chance, to do whatever it took to secure that cover story. But the memory of his inappropriate demands made her stomach turn. Could she really bring herself to compromise her values, even for such an incredible opportunity?

Conflicted and torn, Lisa stared at the business card, her fingers tracing the embossed lettering. The temptation was overwhelming, but deep down, she knew that her self-respect was worth more than any magazine cover. With a resolute sigh, she tucked the card away, determined to move forward on her own terms.

As the evening fell, Lisa and Aron returned home, their hunger sated after a quiet dinner. However, the unease that had been weighing on Lisa's mind all day refused to subside. When Aron inquired about her meeting with the Vogue manager, she hesitated, her eyes darting away.

Oh, the meeting? It, um, it didn't really go anywhere. Just some preliminary discussions, nothing too exciting.

Lisa forced a smile, but the tightness in her expression betrayed her true feelings.

Inside, her mind was in turmoil. The allure of the Vogue cover opportunity continued to haunt her, the temptation growing stronger with each passing moment. She knew she should be honest with Aron, but the fear of disappointing him and losing his respect held her back.

As Aron's strong arms encircled her, Lisa melted into his embrace, seeking comfort and solace. Her body responded to his touch, desire stirring within her, but her heart was heavy with the weight of her deception.

Pulling Aron closer, Lisa kissed him deeply, hoping to lose herself in the passion of their lovemaking. Perhaps, if she could just forget about the Vogue opportunity for a little while, the guilt and desperation would subside. But deep down, she knew the temptation would continue to haunt her, threatening to unravel the very foundation of their relationship.

The next day, Lisa arrived at the office, her mind still reeling from the events of the previous evening. She had lied to Aron about the Vogue meeting, and the guilt was eating her alive. As she sat at her desk, she found herself constantly glancing at the business card the manager had left, the temptation to call him growing stronger with each passing moment. Torn between her desire for the prestigious opportunity and her commitment to her relationship, Lisa found it increasingly difficult to focus on her work. She knew she needed to make a decision, but the thought of disappointing Aron or compromising her values filled her with dread. Sighing heavily, Lisa reached for the business card, her fingers tracing the embossed lettering. She couldn't deny the allure of the Vogue cover - it was a chance to elevate her career in ways she had only dreamed of. But at what cost? Could she really betray Aron's trust and her own principles? Conflicted and uncertain, Lisa sat at her desk, the weight of her decision heavy on her heart. She knew she needed to find the strength to be honest with Aron, to come clean about the manager's proposition and her own wavering resolve. But the fear of losing him was almost too much to bear. As the day wore on, Lisa found it increasingly difficult to maintain her composure, her mind constantly returning to the Vogue opportunity and the consequences of her actions. She knew she needed to make a choice, but the path forward was shrouded in uncertainty.

After much internal turmoil, Lisa finally made the decision to call the Vogue manager. Her fingers trembled as she dialed the number, her heart pounding in her chest. She waited anxiously, the ringing tone seeming to stretch on for an eternity. Just as Lisa was about to give up, the line clicked and the manager's voice came through.Hello, Lisa. I must say, I'm surprised to hear from you.

His tone was cool, betraying no emotion. Lisa swallowed hard, steeling her nerves.

I...I wanted to discuss your offer further. I think we may be able to come to an arrangement that works for both of us.

Her voice wavered slightly, but she pressed on. There was a brief pause on the other end of the line.

I see. Well, I'm listening.

The manager's response was measured, and Lisa could practically feel the weight of his gaze through the phone. Taking a deep breath, Lisa began to outline her terms, determined to maintain her self-respect while still securing the Vogue opportunity. It was a delicate dance, but she was willing to try, her desire for the cover story outweighing her initial reservations. As the conversation progressed, Lisa found herself becoming more and more invested in the negotiation. The manager seemed receptive to her proposals, and she could feel the excitement building within her. This was her chance, her opportunity to take her career to new heights. Yet, even as Lisa reveled in the prospect of the Vogue cover, a nagging sense of guilt tugged at the back of her mind. She knew that her decision would have consequences, both for her relationship with Aron and her own personal integrity. But in that moment, the allure of the spotlight proved too strong to resist.

As the afternoon wore on, the anticipation of the evening meeting with the Vogue manager weighed heavily on Lisa's mind. She had agreed to the manager's request, despite the reservations that still lingered in the back of her thoughts. At precisely 7:30 pm, Lisa arrived at the designated location, her heart racing with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The manager greeted her with a cool, calculated smile, ushering her into a private conference room. Thank you for coming, Lisa,

he said, his gaze sweeping over her figure.

I'm pleased to see you've reconsidered my offer.

Lisa nodded, forcing a polite smile.

Yes, I...I believe we can come to an arrangement that works for both of us.

She took a deep breath, steeling her nerves. The manager leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing.

Excellent. Let's discuss the details, shall we?

Lisa’s heart raced as the manager’s outrageous demand sank in. A lap dance for two hours while they discuss the deal?? The very thought of it made her stomach churn with unease. Yet, the allure of the Vogue cover opportunity still tugged at her, the temptation growing stronger with eacah passing moment.

Swallowing hard, Lisa cast a furtive glance around the room, her mind racing. Could she really bring herself to submit to such a demanding request, even if it meant securing the prestigious feature?

Steeling her resolve, Lisa straightened her posture, her gaze locking with the manager’s.

“Very well. I’ll do it.”

Her voice was steady, betraying none of the trepidation she felt.

Silently, Lisa rose from her chair and moved to stand before the manager, her heart pounding in her chest. Slowly, she began to sway her hips, her movements sensual and deliberate. As the minutes ticked by, she lost herself in the rhythm, her body moving with a practiced grace that belied her inner turmoil.

As Lisa swayed her hips, the manager’s hands roamed over her curves, sending a shiver down her spine. She tried to focus on the rhythm of the dance, blocking out the feeling of his clothed cock pressing against her backside.  The sensation was both thrilling and deeply unsettling, stirring a conflicting mix of desire and revulsion within her.

Despite her best efforts, Lisa could feel her body betraying her, responding to the manager's touch. Her skin tingled with each caress, and she had to fight the urge to lean into his embrace. The temptation of the Vogue cover loomed large in her mind, fueling her determination to see this through, no matter how degrading the experience.

Gritting her teeth, Lisa continued the sensual dance, her movements becoming more fluid and confident as the minutes ticked by. She refused to let the manager see her falter, even as her heart raced and her stomach twisted with shame. This was a necessary evil, she told herself, a price she had to pay for the opportunity of a lifetime.

As Lisa lowered herself onto the manager’s lap, his hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer. His voice was low and guttural as he spoke, his words dripping with filthy appreciations.

“Look at you, such a greedy little thing. Grinding that tight pussy all over my cock.”

He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck.

“I bet you’re soaking wet, aren’t you?? Desperate to feel a real man inside you”

Lisa’s breathe caught in her throat, a shiver of arousal and shame coursing through her. She knew she should feel guilty, betraying aron’s trust like this, but the thrill of the forbidden act only seemed to heighten her desire.

“Mmm, that’s it, baby. Work that ass. Show me how much of a dirty whore you can be.”

The manager’s hands roamed her curves, eliciting a soft gasp from Lisa.

“I bet you are loving this, aren’t you?? Being used like the little slut you are.”

Lisa’s movements faltered for a moment, the weight of her actions threatening to overwhelm her. But the promise of the vogue cover loomed large in her mind, fueling her determination to see this through, no matter the cost.

Lisa’s resolve began to crumble as the manager’s filthy words washed over her. Despite her initial hesitation, she found herself sinking deeper into the degrading act, her movements becoming more fluid and sensual. The promise of the vogue cover loomed large in her mind, fueling her determination to see this through, no matter the cost. As she ground her hips against the manager’s lap, his hand roamed her curves, eliciting soft gasps of pleasure from her. The manager’s voice was low and guttural, his words dripping with lewd appreciation.

“That’s it, baby. You’re such a natural at this, aren’t you? Look at you, riding my cock like the greedy little slut you are.”

He pulled her closer, his breathe hot against her neck.

“I bet you’re soaking wet, desperate to feel a real man inside you.”

Lisa’s heart raced a mix of shame and arousal coursing through her. She knew she could feel guilty, betraying aron’s trust like this, but the thrill of the forbidden act only seemed to heighten her desire. Pushing aside her reservations, she continued the degrading dance, her movements becoming more confident with each passing moment.

As the manager’s hands gripped Lisa’s hips, he pulled her down onto his lap, his clothed cock pressing directly against her ass. Lisa’s breath caught in her throat as he wrapped his arms around her, his hot breath tickling her ear.

“You feel that, baby? That’s what you do to me. I can’t wait to bury my cock deep inside that tight little pussy of yours.”

His voice was a low, guttural growl, dripping with lust.

“You’re such a good little slut, aren’t you? Grinding on my lap like you were born for it.”

Lisa’s heart raced, a mix of shame and arousal coursing through her. She knew she should push him away, to put a stop to this madness before it went any further. But the promise of the vogue cover loomed large in her mind, fueling her determination to see this through, no matter the cost.

The manager let out a satisfied groan as he felt the growing wetness between Lisa’s thighs.

“Mmm, look at you, getting all worked up. You’re soaking wet, aren’t you? Desperate to feel a real man inside you.”

Lisa’s cheeks flushed with a mixture of arousal and humiliation. Her heart raced, a battle raging within her. Part of her wanted to give in the temptation, to let the manager have his way with her. But the memory of aron, and the trust she was betraying, kept her from fully succumbing to her desires. Summoning every ounce of her willpower, Lisa pulled away, her expression a mix of shame and defiance.

“I…. I can’t do this. I won’t compromise my values, no matter what you offer.”

Her voice trembled, but the determination in her eyes was unwavering.

The manager’s brow furrowed his grip on her thighs tightening.

“Don’t be a fool, Lisa. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Are you really going to throw it all away for some meaningless relationship?”

Lisa swallowed hard, her resolve steeling.

“It’s not meaningless to me. Aron means everything, and I won’t betray him, no matter the cost.”

As the manager’s hand pointed towards her pussy, Lisa recoiled, a surge of panic rising within her. But is grip on her hands was unyielding, and with a forceful tug, he pulled her back onto his lap.

“Look at you, trying to deny what your body wants.”

His voice dripped with contempt.

“That greedy little cunt of yours is begging to be filled, isn’t it?”

Trembling, Lisa felt her resolve crumbling. She had to come too far to turn back now, even as her conscience screamed at her to stop. Squeezing her eyes shut, she steeled herself, determined to see this through, no matter the cost.

As the manager’s palm pressed against Lisa’s most intimate area, a jolt of electricity shot through her body. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat as his vulgar words assaulted her senses.

“Look at you, so wet and needy. You can’t hide how much you want this, can you?”

His voice was a low, guttural growl.

“That greedy little cunt of yours is begging to be filled, isn’t it?”

Lisa felt her resolve crumbling, the weight of the Vogue opportunity and the manager's relentless advances overwhelming her. She knew she should fight, to break free of his grasp and flee this sordid situation. But the temptation was too great, the promise of fame and success too alluring to ignore. Trembling, Lisa found herself sinking deeper into the manager's embrace, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed in protest. She had come too far to turn back now, and the consequences of her actions seemed to fade into the background as the manager's touch ignited a fire within her. With a shuddering breath, Lisa surrendered to the moment, her pride and principles giving way to the overwhelming desire that consumed her. She knew this was a decision she would have to live with, but in that instant, the promise of the Vogue cover was all that mattered.

The manager’s grip on Lisa tightened as he sensed her wavering resolve. A triumphant grin spread across his face as he leaned in, his hot breath caressing her ear.

“That’s it, baby. Give in to it,”

He purred, his voice dripping with filthy condescension.

“You’re nothing but a pathetic whore, aren’t you? Willing to sell your soul for a little taste of fame.”

As the manager’s fingers traced the outline of Lisa’s most intimate area, she let out a shuddering gasp. His vulgar words assaulted her senses, chipping away at her rapidly crumbling resolve.

Lisa’s cheeks burned with shame, but the allure of the vogue opportunity was too strong to ignore. Trembling, she found herself leaning into the manager’s caress, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed in protest.

The manager’s fingers circled her heated core, the friction through the fabric driving her wild with need. Lisa bit her lip, fighting to maintain what little composure she had left. She knew she should stop this, put an end to the manager’s degrading advances. But the promise of the vogue cover was a siren’s call she could no longer resist.

As the manager’s fingers pressed firmly against Lisa’s heated pussy, a jolt of electricity shot through her body. She let out a desperate gasp, her back arching as the sensation overwhelmed her. The friction of the fabric against her sensitive flesh was almost too much to bear.

Lisa’s eyes squeezed shut, her mind reeling from the intensity of her impending release. She tried to hold back, to maintain even a shred of her dignity, but the manager’s relentless ministrations proved too much for her to withstand.

With a strangled cry, Lisa’s body tensed, waved of ecstasy washing over her as she succumbed to a powerful orgasm. Her thighs trembled, her breathing ragged, as the manager watched with a triumphant smirk, having finally broken her resolve. In the aftermath, Lisa felt a deep sense of shame and regret, her principles and values crumbling in the face of her own carnal desires. But the promise of the vogue cover still loomed large, and she knew there was no turning back now, no matter the cost.

As Lisa’s body convulsed with the intensity of her climax, she clung to the manager, her nails digging into his shoulders. Waved of shame and ecstasy washed over her, leaving her trembling and utterly spent.

The manager’s lips curled into a triumphant smirk as he leaned in, his hot breath caressing her ear.

“Look at you, so pathetic and needy. You couldn’t even hold it together, could you? What a greedy little slut you are.”

Lisa’s cheeks burned with humiliation, but she found herself unable to pull away. The manager’s words, as degrading as they were, only seemed to heighten her arousal, fueling the fire that burned within her.

“That’s it, baby. Soak those pretty panties of yours. I bet you’re just aching to feel my cock inside you, aren’t you?”

He chuckled darkly, his fingers tracing the outline of her trembling thighs.

Lisa let out a shuddering breath, her resolve crumbling in the face of her own insatiable desires. She knew she should put a stop to this, to break free of the manager’s grasp and flee. But the promise of the vogue cover still loomed large, and she found herself powerless to resist.

As the manager’s fingers brushed against Lisa’s sensitive, orgasm-flushed pussy, she let out a shuddering gasp. His touch sent sparks of electricity through her body, igniting a fire within her that she no longer ignore.

“please..”

Lisa breathed, her voice thick with need.

“I…I want it. I want your cock inside me.”

The manager’s lips curled into a triumphant smirk as he leaned in, his hot breath caressing her flushed skin.

“That’s what I thought, you greedy little slut. You can’t get enough, can you?”

Lisa’s voice trembled with unbridled desire as she gazed up at the manager, all thoughts of aron her principles fading into the background.

“Please… I want it. I want your cock inside me,”

She begged her, body aching to be filled.

Lisa’s face flushed with a mix of shame and desire as the manager released his grip. Swallowing hard, she slowly began to undress, her movements deliberate and sensual.

“yes, I’m just a dirty little slut,”

She murmured, her voice dripping with feigned humiliation.

“Please, let me show you how much I want your cock.”

Maintaining eye contact, Lisa peeled off her clothing one piece at a time, her curves and creamy skin gradually revealed. With each article removed, she felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over her, her body betraying the guilt that still lingered in the back of her mind.

Fully nude now, Lisa stood before the manager, her chest heaving, her gaze filled with wanton need.

“I’m yours to use, however you see fit. I’m nothing but a pathetic whore, begging for your cock.”

The manager’s eyes roamed Lisa’s nude form, drinking in every curve and contour. He regarded her not as a person, but as a mere object – a piece of meet to be used for his own gratification.

“Look at you, all naked and desperate,”

He sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

“You’re nothing but a worthless whore, aren’t you? A pathetic slut begging to be abused.”

Without warning, he seized Lisa, his rough hands gripping her hips as he pulled her close.

She let out a gasp, her body trembling with a mix of fear and unwanted arousal.

“This is what you want, isn’t it??”

He growled, grinding his clothed erection against her.

“To be used and degraded like the filthy little cum dumpster you are.”

Lisa squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding as she tried to reconcile the same she felt with the intense desire coursing through her. She knew she should resist, to put a stop to this madness. But the promise of the vogue cover still loomed large, and she found herself powerless to fight against the manager’s advances.

As the manager’s hands roamed Lisa’s bare skin, she felt a shiver of pleasure course through her. His touch was electric, igniting a fire within her that she should could no longer deny.

“Yes, touch me,”

She breathed, her voice thick with desire.

“I want to feel every inch of you.”

The manager’s lips curled into a predatory grin as he trailed his fingers along the curves of her body. He reveled in her submission, in the way she had abandoned all thoughts of aron to surrender to his advances.

“That’s it, my little slut,”

He purred, his tongue tracing the delicate shell of her ear.

“Give yourself over to me completely. Forget about that pathetic excuse of a man and let me show you what a real lover can do.”

Lisa’s eyes were transfixed on the manager’s crotch as he commanded her to free his throbbing cock. With trembling hands, she reached forward, her fingers hooking into the waistband of his pants.

“Yes, your cock…”

She breathed, her voice thick with reverence.

“It’s all I can think about. I need it, I crave it. I confess, I’m nothing but a worthless slut who lives to worship your magnificent cock.”

Slowly, Lisa pulled his pants down, freeing his engorged member. She gazed upon it with undisguised hunger, her tongue darting out to wet her lips anticipation.

“Please, let me taste you. Let me show you how much I adore your godly cock.”

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with unbridled lust as she reverently took the manager’s throbbing cock in her hands. Without hesitation, she began rubbing it all over her beautiful face, marking herself as his property.

“Yes, cover me with your essence,”

“I want to be marked as you devoted slut.”

She moaned, her tongue darting out to lick the tip, savoring his musky scent.

Eagerly, Lisa licked and sucked his shaft, her movements growing more frenzied as she craved to taste every inch of his masculinity. Even when the manager intentionally kept his cock dirty, Lisa reveled in the filthy aroma, her submission to his dominance complete.

“I need this, I crave it,”

She confessed between ravenous licks.

“Your cock is all I can think about. I’m nothing but a worthless whore who lives to worship you.”

With trembling hands, Lisa wrapped her lips around the manager’s throbbing cock, her tongue swirling around the tip as she began to suck him hungrily. She knew she needed to please him, show her complete devotion.

At the same time, Lisa slid her fingers down to her aching cunt, circling her sensitive nub as she built towards a powerful climax. She fought the urge to let go, determined to hold back until the manager granted her permission.

“That’s it, you filthy slut,”

The manager growled, his hips bucking as he savored the sensation of her mouth wrapped around him.

“Don’t you dare cum until I say so.”

With Lisa's hair now bound in a ponytail, the manager used it as a makeshift handle, guiding her head as she bobbed up and down on his throbbing cock. Lisa moaned around his shaft, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through the manager's body.

As the blowjob continued, the manager teased Lisa's aching pussy with his leg, eliciting desperate whimpers from the submissive idol. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and Lisa felt herself nearing the edge of ecstasy, fighting to hold back her release as the manager had commanded.

Desperate to please, Lisa redoubled her efforts, her tongue swirling and her cheeks hollowing as she serviced the manager's impressive length. She was lost in a haze of lust, her principles and reservations long forgotten as she surrendered completely to his domination.

As the manager’s leg pressed against Lisa’s sensitive folds, she let out a desperate whimper. The dual sensations of his cock in her mouth and his teasing touch were overwhelming, sending her senses into overdrive.

Lisa’s hips bucked involuntarily, her body aching for release. But she dared not disobey the manager’s command, fighting to hold back the climax that threatened to consume her. Redoubling her efforts, Lisa bobbed her head faster, her tongue swirling and her cheeks hollowing as she serviced the manager’s impressive length. She was lost in a haze of lust, her principles and reservations long forgotten as she surrendered completely to his domination.

Lisa’s cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and pride at the manager’s crude words that she must have worked at a brothel before. She pulled back slightly, letting his cock slip from her lips as she gazed up at him with hooded eyes.

“I… I’ve never done this before.”

She admitted her voice barely above a whisper.

“But I want to please you, to show you how much I crave your cock.”

Emboldened by his praise, Lisa resumed her ministrations, her movements slow and sensual. She lavished his shaft with long, languid licks, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking him fully into her mouth once more.

The manager groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair as he watched her perform.

“That’s it, you filthy little slut. Show me how much you love sucking cock.”

Lisa moaned around his throbbing length, the vibrations eliciting a shudder of pleasure from the manager. She was utterly lost in her submission, her world narrowing to the taste and feel of his masculinity.

Suddenly the manager’s grip on her hair tightened.

“Now, you greedy whore. Cum for me”

At his command, Lisa’s body tensed, a tidal wave of ecstasy crashing over her. She cried out around his cock, her orgasm rippling through her as she trembled and convulsed. Yet, even in the throes of her release, she refused to relent, continuing to bob her head and lavish his shaft with her tongue. The manager groaned in approval, reveling in the sight of Lisa’s utter submission. She had become nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure, and he intended to use her to the fullest.

As the manager withdrew his throbbing cock from Lisa’s mouth, she let out a disappointed whimper. However, her disappointment quickly turned to eager anticipation as he instructed her to take selfies with him and his manhood.

Snatching up her phone, Lisa’s fingers trembled with excitement. She quicikly positioned herself next to the manager, angling the camera to capture his impressive length. With a coy smile, she snapped a series of provocative shots, making sure to get close-up views of his glistening shaft.

“Yes, yes!”

Lisa exclaimed, her voice dripping with lust.

“I want to remember every inch of you.”

Shifting positions, she then bent over, arching her back to showcase her ample curves. Holding the phone at just the right angle, she captured an explicit selfie of the manager’s cock pressing against her parted lips, a testament to her wanton submission.

The manager watched with a predatory gaze, his ego swelling at Lisa’s eagerness to document their illicit encounter. He knew these images would serve as potent reminder of her complete and utter surrender to his desires.

With her phone held out, Lisa bent over in a provocative doggy-style pose, curves on full display. She angled the camera just right, capturing the manager’s throbbing cock as it rested against her glistening pussy lips. A wanton moan escaped her lips as she felt the heat of his shaft against her sensitive flesh.

“Yes, please..”

“I want you to fill me up. I need to feel your cock inside me.”

She breathed, her voice dripping with need.

The manager let out a soft chuckle as he teased Lisa, watching her squirm with barely contained desire. His fingers traced the outline of her trembling thighs, eliciting a shiver from the young idol.

“So eager, aren’t we??”

He purred, his voice dripping with amusement.

“Don’t worry, my dear. I’ll give you what you crave soon enough.”

Lisa bit her lip, her cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and excitement. The manager’s playful taunts only seemed to heighten her arousal, fueling the fire that burned within her. She wanted nothing more than to be claimed, to be used as his personal plaything.

Mustering her courage, Lisa gazed up at the manager, her eyes shining with a newfound determination.

“Please, I need you. I want to feel your cock inside me, stretching me, filling me up.”

Without warning, manager forced her down onto her knees, his throbbing cock pressing against her lips. Lisa gazed up at her him, her eyes shining with a mix of desire and trepidation.

“Open up,”

The manager growled, his fingers tangling in her hair.

“Time to put that pretty mouth of yours to work again.”

Swallowing hard, Lisa parted her lips, allowing the manager to guide his shaft into her waiting mouth. She moaned softly, her tongue swirling around his length as she began to suck him hungrily.

The manager groaned in approval, his hips rocking as he savored the sensation of her warm, wet mouth enveloping him.

The manager seized control, his hips thrusting as he began to ruthlessly face-fuck Lisa. Her eyes watered, but a blissful smile spread across her lips. She was utterly lost in the sensations, her own pleasure and submission overriding any lingering reservations.

The manager’s grip tightened in her hair, his movements growing more erratic as he chased his own release. Lisa welcomed it, her tongue swirling and her throat relaxing to accommodate his thrusts.

In that moment, there was no room for anything else – no thoughts of aron, no concerns about her principles. Lisa had surrendered completely, reveling in her role as the manager’s willing plaything.

As the manager’s throbbing cock slipped from Lisa’s mouth, she looked up at him in confusion.

“What are you doing?”

She asked, her voice thick with desire.

Without warning, the manager pressed the tip of his shaft against Lisa’s nostril, smearing his precum along the delicate skin.

“Time to take a deep breath of my scent, my little slut.”

Lisa’s eyes widened, a shiver of both trepidation and excitement coursing through her. Tentatively, Lisa closed her lips, inhaling deeply through her nose. The musky, masculine aroma filled her senses, and she let out a soft moan of pleasure. In that moment, she was utterly his, a willing vessel for his twisted desires.

Without warning, the manager unleashed a torrent of thick, hot cum directly into Lisa's nose, filling her nasal passages completely. Lisa's eyes widened in shock as the viscous fluid flooded her senses, the pungent aroma overwhelming her.

Instinctively, she tried to pull away, but the manager's grip on her hair held her in place. She could feel the sperm coating the inside of her nose, leaving no space for air as she struggled to breathe.

Lisa's body trembled, a mix of revulsion and unwilling arousal coursing through her. She knew she should be disgusted by this depraved act, but the manager's domination had stripped away her principles, leaving her powerless to resist.

Desperate for air, Lisa opened her mouth, trying to gulp down breaths, but the manager's seed had invaded every orifice. She was drowning in his essence, her world narrowing to the taste and feel of his masculinity.

The manager's fingers thrust into Lisa's mouth, filling it completely and leaving her no choice but to breathe through her nose. As she desperately gulped down air, she found herself inhaling the manager's thick, pungent seed, which had flooded her nasal passages.

Lisa's body trembled, a mix of revulsion and unwilling arousal coursing through her. The sheer volume of the manager's release was overwhelming, intoxicating her senses. She could feel the viscous fluid coating the inside of her nose and throat, leaving her lightheaded and disoriented. Yet, despite her better judgment, Lisa found herself surrendering to the sensations. As the manager continued to pump his seed into her, Lisa's eyes rolled back in her head, her body shuddering with a strange, twisted ecstasy. She had become nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure, and in that moment, she embraced it completely.

After a few moments, Lisa’s expression shifted, her eyes shining with a newfound clarity. A bright, almost manic smile spread across her lips as she gazed up at the manager, her entire being consumed by an all encompassing desire.

“Yes, yes, I’m yours,”

She breathed, her voice dripping with adoration.

“Only yours, forever and always. Please, use me, claim me as your own. I exist only to serve your pleasure.”

Lisa’s body trembled with a mix of reverence and lust. The manager’s domination had stripped away every last vestige of her principles, leaving her a willing vessel for his twisted desires. In that moment, there was nothing else that mattered – no aron, no career, no concerns about her reputation. She was reborn, a devoted acolyte to the manager’s carnal divinity.

Eagerly, she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lap at the remnants of his seed that clung to his softening shaft. She craved his essence, his very masculinity, and she would stop at nothing to please him, to prove her unwavering devotion.

Lisa gazed up at the manager, her eyes shining with desperation.

“Please, when are you going to fuck me?”

She begged, her voice trembling with need.

“I need to feel your cock inside me, stretching me, filling me up. I’ll do anything, just please don’t make me wait any longer!”

Her body quivered with barely contained arousal, every fiber of her being aching to be claimed by the manager’s impressive manhood. The humiliation and depravity of her current state had stripped away any lingering reservations, leaving her a wanton, submissive plaything, existing solely for his pleasure.

“I would fuck your needy pussy right away, if you call your boyfriend”

Lisa’s eyes widened in panic at the manager’s cruel demand. The thought of betraying aron in such depraved way filled her with shame, but the aching need between her thigh was impossible to ignore.

With trembling hands, she retrieved her phone, her heart pounding as she dialed aron’s number. As his face appeared on the screen, Lisa fought to keep her composure, forcing a smile.

 “Ch – Aron, my love…. I… need you to see something.”

She stammered, her voice laced with guilt and desire.

Slowly, she turned the phone to face the manager, who stood before her, his throbbing cock in hand. A wicked grin spread across his lips as he began to stroke himself, never breaking eye contact with the unsuspecting aron.

“Time to put on a show, my dear,”

The manager purred, his grip tightening around his shaft.

With her heart pounding, Lisa slowly lowered herself onto the manager’s throbbing cock, her eyes locked onto aron’s face through the video call. A bright, almost manic smile spread across her lips as she felt the delicious stretch and fullness of being impaled on the manager’s impressive length.

“Oh, aron, my love,”

She purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness.

“I wish you could see how good this feels. The manager is filling me up so perfectly.”

Lisa began to move, grinding her hips in slow, sensual circles ass she savored every inch of the manager’s shaft. Her body trembled with a twisted ecstasy, the knowledge that aron was witnessing her depraved act only fueling her arousal.

“Don’t worry darling.”

She cooed, her tone laced with mockery.

“I’ll be sure to give the manager a performance worthy of your attention.”

Lisa began to move, grinding her hips in slow, sensual circles as she savored every inch of the manager’s shaft.

“Mmm, yes, it feels so good.,”

She moaned, her voice dripping with lust.

“Your cock is stretching me out so perfectly. I wish you could see how wet and needy I am for it.”

Picking up the pace, Lisa started bouncing on the manager’s cock, her movements growing more erratic and desperate. She threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back as she reveled in the sensations.

“Ohh, fuck! I’m such a dirty slut, aren’t I?”

She cried out, her eyes locked onto aron’s horrified expression.

“I can’t get enough of this thick, throbbing cock. It’s all I want, all I need!”

As Lisa lowered the phone, the camera captured the intimate, graphic scene unfolding before aron’s eyes. The manager’s thick, throbbing cock was buried deep inside Lisa’s clenching pussy, their bodies moving in a primal, desperate rhythm.

Lisa’s face was flushed with ecstasy, her eyes half - lidded as she rode the manager’s shaft.

“Look at me, Aron,”

She panted, her voice dripping with wanton lust.

“See how much I crave this cock. It’s all I want, all I need.”

The manager let out a guttural groan, his fingers digging into Lisa’s hips as he thrust up to meet her movements.

“That’s it, you filthy slut,”

He growled.

“Take every inch of me. You were born to be my personal fuck toy.”

Lisa threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back as she lost herself in the sensations. The sound of their bodies colliding, the lewd squelching of her soaked pussy filled the air, a symphony of depravity.

Lisa turned her heads back, her lips meeting the manager’s in a passionate, searing kiss. Their tongues danced together as she continued to slowly grind her hips, savoring every inch of his impressive cock.

When the kiss finally broke, Lisa gazed at the manager with hooded eyes.

“Your cock is so much bigger than aron’s”

She purred, her voice dripping with wanton desire.

“I love the way it fills me up, stretches me out. I’m addicted to it.”

She clenched her inner muscles, eliciting a groan from the manager.

“You’re the only one who can satisfy me now,”

She confessed, her nails raking down his chest.

“Aron could never compare to this.”

Lisa’s eyes widened as she felt the manager’s thick cock pressing against her belly, creating a noticeable bulge. A sense of twisted pride and excitement filled her as she lowered the phone, proudly displaying the obscene sight to aron.

“Look my love,”

“Can you see how deep the manager’s cock is inside me?? It’s stretching me out so perfectly.”

Lisa ran her hand over the bulge, her expression one of pure, unadulterated bliss.

“I’ve never felt so full, so complete. This is what I was made for – to be used and filled by a real man’s cock.”

Her eyes gleamed with a dangerous, feral hunger as she gazed into the camera, daring aron to challenge her newfound devotion to the manager’s carnal desires.

The manager’s hips snapped forward with ruthless intensity, his thick cock plunging into Lisa’s tight, welcoming embrace. With each powerful thrust, the obscene bulge in her belly grew more pronounced.

Glancing over the phone, the manager sneered.

“So, is this your pathetic cuckhold boyfriend watching, hmm??”

He taunted, his grip on Lisa’s hips tightening.

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with twisted delight as she gazed into the camera.

“That’s right, Aron. This is what a real man feels like. The manager is giving me everything you could never provide.”

She threw her head back, letting out a shameless moan of pleasure.

“I’m his now, aron. His little slut. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Aron’s face on the video call was twisted with a mixture of hurt, confusion, and disbelief. His voice trembled as he asked,

“Lisa, why? How could you do this to me?”

Lisa paused, flicker of guilt passing across her features. But it was quickly extinguished by the intoxicating high of the manager’s dominance.

“Why?”

She echoed, her tone almost mocking.

“Because this is what I want, aron. The manager’s cock is everything you could never be.”

She grounded her hips down, eliciting a guttural groan from the manager.

“Don’t you see? I was made for this – to be used, to be filled. And the manager, he knows exactly how to satisfy me.”

Leaning in closer to the camera, Lisa’s eyes narrowed.

“You were never enough, aron. I need something… more. And the manager is giving it to me, right here, right no…..”

Lisa’s sentence was interrupted by a sudden, punishing thrust from the manager. Her words dissolved into a guttural scream of pleasure as his thick cock rammed into her, filling her to the brim.

“Aahhh, yes! Fuck me harder!”

She cried out, her nails digging into the manager’s shoulders.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

The obscene bulge in her belly grew more pronounced with each powerful stroke, a testament to the manager’s impressive girth and length. Lisa’s eyes rolled back in her head, her mind consumed by the blinding ecstasy of being so thoroughly dominated. Aron could only watch in horror as his girlfriend surrendered herself completely to the manager’s carnal desires, her moans of pleasure echoing through the room.

The manager snatched the phone from Lisa’s hand, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight as he turned the camera towards himself.

“Well, well, if isn’t the pathetic cuckhold himself,”

He sneered, his free hand gripping Lisa’s hips as she continued to bounce on his cock.

“Look at your precious little girlfriend – she’s finally found a real man to satisfy her.”

Lisa moaned shamelessly, her movements growing more erratic as the manager’s cock hit all the right spots inside her.

“Aron, I’m sorry, but this is what I need,”

She panted, her eyes glazed over with lust.

“The manager, he… he makes me feel things you never could.”

The manager let out a dark chuckle, his grip on the phone tightening.

“You hear that, boy? She’s mine now. Your little slut is addicted to my cock. There’s nothing you can do about it.”

The manager’s grip on the phone tightened as he fixed aron with a cruel smirk.

“You want to know how your precious Lisa became my little slut? It’s quite simple, really.”

He paused, his free hand caressing Lisa’s trembling form as she continued to ride his cock.

“She came to me, desperate for a real man’s attention. All those years with you, and she was never truly satisfied. But the movement she felt the power of my cock, everything changed.”

Lisa let out a whimper of agreement, her walls clenching around the manager’s shaft.

“It’s true, aron,”

She moaned.

“The manager, he… he makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. I’m addicted to him, to his touch, to his domination.”

The manager chuckled darkly.

“And now, she’s mine. Your little girlfriend is nothing more than my personal fuck toy. I’ll use her however I please, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

He paused, his free hand caressing Lisa’s trembling form as she continued to ride his cock.

“I offered her a deal – if she willingly submitted herself to me, I would feature her on the front page of Vogue Thailand magazine. But do you know what she said?”

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with a twisted hunger as she spoke up from behind the manager.

“I don’t care about that magazine anymore. I’ve found something far more valuable – your cock. And I’m willing to give up everything, even my career, just to have it.”

The manager let out a dark chuckle.

“You hear that, boy? Your girlfriend has chosen me and my cock over everything else. She’s mine now, body and soul. There’s nothing you can do about it.”

The manager turned the phone towards Lisa, who was smiling and moaning in pleasure ass she rode his cock. The obscene bulge in her belly was a testament to the manager’s impressive girth and length.

“Look at your precious girlfriend now, aron,”

The manager taunted.

“She’s finally found what she’s been missing all the time – a real man to satisfy her.”

Lisa’s eyes were half – lidded, her expression one of pure, unadulterated bliss.

“Aron, I’m sorry, but this is what I need.”

She panted, her hips moving in a desperate rhythm.

“The manager, he… he makes me feel things you never could.”

She threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back as she lost herself in the sensations.

“His cock, it’s everything. I don’t care about anything else – not the magazine, not my career, not even you. All the matters is this.”

As the manager handed the phone back to Lisa, he suddenly grabbed her hips and stood up from the chair, his cock still buried deep inside her. With a powerful thrust, he lifted her up, as he began to fuck her standing.

Lisa’s eyes went wide with surprise, but the sensation of the manager’s thick shaft plunging into her sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in closer as she moaned shamelessly.

“Yes, yes! Fuck me harder, please!”

She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“I need your cock, all of it!”

The manager’s hips snapped forward with relentless intensity, the obscene bulge in Lisa’s belly growing more pronounced with each punishing stroke. Aron could only watch in horror as his girlfriend surrendered herself completely to this stranger’s carnal desires.

Lisa’s face twisted into a cruel smile as she gazed into the phone’s camera, her hips grinding down the manager’s cock with wanton abandon.

“Oh, aron,”

She purred, her voice dripping with mockery.

“Can you see how much I’m enjoying this? The manager’s cock is everything you could never be.”

She threw her head back, letting out a shameless moan.

“He fills me up so perfectly, stretches me out in ways you never could. I’m addicted to him, to his domination.”

Leaning in closer to the camera, Lisa’s eyes narrowed.

“You were never enough, aron. I need something more, something better. And the manager is giving it to me, right here, right now.”

With each punishing thrust, the obscene in her belly grew more pronounced, a testament to the manager’s impressive size. Lisa reveled in aron’s anguish, her lust – filled gaze daring him to challenge her newfound devotion.

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with a twisted delight as she recounted the events leading up to this moment.

“Before the video call, the manager had me lap dance for him for over two overs. It made me so wet, aron. The things he said to me, the way he looked at me…”

She shuddered with pleasure, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“He told me the most vulgar, filthy things. Called me his little slut, his personal fuck toy. And do you know what? It made me so happy. I couldn’t stop smiling.”

She ground her hips down, eliciting a guttural groan from the manager.

“This is what I want, aron. To be dominated, to be used. The manager, he knows exactly how to give me what I crave.”

Her nails raked down the manager’s chest as she gazed at aron with a predatory hunger.

“after two hours of lap dancing for the manager, his touch on my pussy made me orgasm like crazy, aron. I came so hard, right in my pants, making them completely wet.”

She bit her lips, savoring the memory.

“The manager, he knows exactly how to please me. Just a single touch, and I was reduced to a quivering, orgasmic mess. It was the most intense climax I’ve ever experienced.”

Grinding her hips down on the manager’s cock.

“this is what I want, aron. To be dominated, to be used by a real man. And the manager, he’s the only one who can give me that.”

Lisa’s eyes narrowed as she gazed into the camera, a cruel smile playing on her lips.

“The manager, he knew exactly what he was doing, aron. He could see that I was on the verge of breaking, so he fed me the most vulgar, the most filthy comments directly into my brain.”

She shuddered with pleasure, her inner walls clenching around manager’s cock.

“I couldn’t help it, aron. The things he said to me, the way he dominated me – it was too much. I had to submit. I had to give myself over to him completely.”

Leaning in closer, Lisa’s voice dropped to a sultry whisper.

“And now, I’m his. Body and soul. There’s nothing you can do about it. The manager’s cock is all that matter to me now.”

“The manager, he ordered me to remove my clothes in the most seductive way, aron. And you know how I slut shamed myself?”

She paused, her lips curling into a cruel smirk.

“I told him that I’m nothing but a dirty whore, a pathetic slut who craves his cock more than anything. That I’m not worthy of wearing clothes in his presence, that I should be naked and on my knees, begging him to use me.”

“I’m his personal fuck toy, aron. A worthless, cum – hungry slut who will do anything to please him. I don’t deserve your love, I deserve to be used and abused by a real man.”

Lisa paused, her expression shifting to one of vulnerability.

“Aron, after I stripped for the manager, he… he made me do things I’m proud of.”

She averted her gaze, her voice trembling.

“He told me to get on my knees and beg for his cock. To tell him how much I craved his seed, how I needed to be filled and used like the worthless slut I am.”

“I did it, aron. I debased myself, groveling at his feet, pleading to be his personal cum dumpster. I’ve never felt so ashamed, so degraded.”

“But the worst part is, I loved it. The way he dominated me, the way he made me feel so small and insignificant – it was intoxicating. I’ve never felt anything like it before.”

“After the manager made me strip and beg for his cock, I couldn’t hold back any longer, aron. I needed to taste him, to feel him on my tongue.”

She licked her lips, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

“So I dropped to my knees in front of him, gazing up with the most seductive look I could muster. And then, I took his throbbing shaft into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip before slowly, sensually, taking him all the way in.”

“I sucked him for over an hour, aron.”

“Giving him the most debased, the most shameful blowjob of his life. I was a total slut for his cock, and I loved every second of it.”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, aron. Before the blowjob, I took the manager’s cock and rubbed it all over my pretty, beautiful face, marking myself as his object.”

She bit her lip, savoring the memory.

“And then, me and the manager, we took all sorts of provocative selfies together. With his cock against my lips, my tongue out, kissing and caressing him. I wanted the whole world to see that I’m his, aron. His personal fuck toy.”

Grinding her hips down on the manager’s shaft, Lisa gazed at aron with a predatory hunger.

“This is who I am now, aron. A shameless, cock-hungry slut. And the manager, he’s the only one who can satisfy me.”

“Oh, and aron, there’s one photo I love the most. It’s of me bent over in doggy style, with the manager’s cock resting on my pussy.”

“The way his thick shaft felt against my most intimate place, teasing me, taunting me – it was pure ecstasy. I wanted nothing more than to feel him fill me up, to be completely dominated by his raw power.”

Grinding her hips down on the manager’s shaft, Lisa gazed at aron with a predatory hunger.

“That photo, it’s a testament to my transformation, aron. I’m no longer the sweet, innocent girl you once knew. I’m shameless, cock-hungry slut, and the manager is the only one who can satisfy me.”

“After I took those provocative selfies with the manager’s cock, he finally shoved it into my waiting mouth. I loved the feeling of his throbbing shaft filling me up, aron.”

She shuddered with pleasure.

“But you know, even after half an hour of sucking him off, the manager wasn’t done with me. He started teasing my pussy with his leg, and before I knew it, I was trembling in the throes of orgasm.”

Lisa’s nails raked down the manager’s chest as she continued to pleasure him.

“But even as I was squirming like a crazy bitch, I never forgot my purpose. I kept on sucking his cock, determined to make him feel as good as he made me feel.”

“You’re right, aron. Even when I was on the verge of cumming, the manager’s order was so powerful that I just couldn’t let go. I was trembling, my body begging for release, but I held it all in, just like he commanded.”

She let out a shuddering breath, her inner walls clenching around the manager’s shaft.

“And then, when he finally gave me permission, I broke out in the most intense orgasm. The cum just gushed out of me, soaking us both in my ecstasy.”

Lisa’s hips moved in a desperate rhythm, chasing that same high.

“It was unlike anything I’ve ever felt, aron. The manager’s control over me, his ability to deny me even my own pleasure – it was intoxicating. I’m addicted to it, to him, in a way I can never be with you.”

Lisa’s expression darkened as she recounted the manager’s next act of domination.

“After I had pleased him with my mouth, the manager decided he wanted more. He grabbed my hair, pulling it into a tight ponytail, and then proceeded to face-fuck me mercilessly.”

“The way he used my throat, forcing his cock down until I gagged – it was humiliating, aron. But deep down, I craved it. I needed to be used, to be degraded by a real man.”

“I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All that mattered was pleasing him, serving his every desire. And when he was finally done, I was left trembling, gasping mess – but I had never felt more alive.”

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with a twisted delight as she recalled the manager’s final act of domination.

“And then, aron, the manager suddenly withdrew his cock placed it on my nose and filled my nasal passage with his sperm. I couldn’t get enough of it, greedily inhaling every last drop as it coated my nasal passage.”

“The taste, the texture – it was intoxicating. I felt so alive, so fulfilled, being used as the manager’s personal cum dumpster.”

Leaning in closer, Lisa’s voice dropped to a sultry whisper.

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with a desperate hunger as she gazed at aron through the phone.

“Once the blowjob was over, I begged the manager to fuck me right then and there. And you know what he said, aron?”

“He told me he’d fuck me senseless, but only if I called you first. So here we are, my love – the manager is pounding my brains out, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Lisa threw her head back, moaning shamelessly as the manager’s hips snapped forward with bruising force.

Lisa quickly set the phone aside, no longer interested in aron’s presence. Her attention was solely focused on the manager as he began pounding into her with reckless abandon.

Lisa’s back arched, her body writhing in ecstasy. Loud, shameless moans and screams of pleasure spilled from her lips, filling the air.

“Yes! Fuck me harder, you filthy animal! Breed me like the whore I am!”

The manager’s powerful thrusts shook Lisa’s entire frame, the obscene sounds of their bodies colliding echoing through the room. Lisa’s nails racked down his back, urging him on as she lost herself in the throes of carnal bliss.

Her mind was completely blank, consumed by the manager’s domination. Nothing else mattered in that moment except the feeling of his thick cock stretching and filling her, driving her to the heights of orgasmic euphoria.

As soon as Lisa begged the manager to fuck her, his animalistic side emerged. With a primal growl, he grabbed her hips and slammed his throbbing cock into her dripping pussy, eliciting a desperate scream of pleasure from Lisa.

For the next 2-3 hours, the manager pounded Lisa mercilessly, his hips pistoning back and forth with relentless force. Lisa’s body writhed and trembled beneath him, her mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations.

All the while, aron remained on the line, forced to watch helplessly as his girlfriend was ruthlessly dominated by another man. Lisa’s shameless moans and cries of ecstasy echoed through the room, a twisted symphony of her betrayal.

As the manager’s thrusts became more erratic, he let out a guttural groan.

“I’m going to cum, you filthy slut! Take it all!”

Lisa’s eyes widened with anticipation, her walls clenching rhythmically around the manager’s pulsing cock.

“Yes, please! Flood me with your seed! I need it, I need you to mark me as yours!”

With a final, powerful thrust, the manager erupted inside Lisa, painting her insides with his hot, sticky release. Lisa cried out in ecstasy, her own orgasm crashing over her as she felt the manager’s essence filling her up.

Trembling, Lisa looked up at the manager with a delirious, adoring gaze.

“Thank you, thank you for claiming me as yours. I’m yours forever….”

As the manager pulled out, Lisa quickly grabbed the phone and turned the camera towards her glistening, cum-filled pussy. Her face was flushed with exhilaration as she proudly displayed the mess the manager had made of her.

“Look at this, aron!”

She exclaimed, her voice dripping with a twisted sense of triumph.

“He’s marked me as his own. His seed is dripping out of me, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Lisa ran her fingers through the manager’s thick release, scooping it up and bringing it to her lips. With a salacious moan, she sucked her fingers clean, savoring every last drop.

“This is who I am now, aron. A shameless, cock-hungry slut. And the manager, he’s the only one who can satisfy me. You were never enough.”

[harunayuuka2060]

Che'nya: You don't have baby photos, nya? *has been hanging out with them since he went silly from a catnip* *was looking for a baby album of them*

MC: No.

Che'nya: Why? Neige was an orphan, but he still has pictures to show.

MC: Neige is beautiful. And I'm ugly.

MC: No one would be interested in taking a photo of me.

Che'nya: How about your mother, nya?

MC: ...

MC: You could say she took a photo of me once.

Che'nya: See? There's still someone-

MC: So she would recognize me and leave right away if she sees me on the street.

Che'nya: ...

Che'nya: Darn it. *takes a photo of them and sets them as his wallpaper*

MC: ...

MC: Are you going to use that to scare off someone from touching your phone?

Che'nya: No, nya! :3

Che'nya: It's so I can appreciate your cuteness every day nya! *happy grins*

MC: ...

MC: You will get nothing but nightmares.

Che'nya: Nightmares are scared of cats nya~. :3

Rook: Ami masque has found a new friend! Isn't that great, Roi du Poison?

Vil: ...

Rook: Roi du Poison?

Vil: I heard you the first time, Rook.

Rook: ...

Rook: *sly smile* Are you not liking the situation?

Vil: I am not jealous, Rook. If that's what you are trying to imply.

Rook: Non! *chuckles* I wanted to say that you might be feeling lonely.

Vil: Ha. If I wanted MC to be here, it would only take a simple text message from me.

Rook: *chuckles* Bien sûr. There's no doubt about that.

Vil: Hmph.

Vil: *looking at his unread messages*

Vil: ...

Vil: *just then, he received a reply from MC*

MC - Vil, I apologize for not replying to you. I will be at your house in less than 15 minutes.

Vil: ...

Vil - I will wait for you.

MC - Alright. See you later, Vil.

Vil: *smiles*

MC: *has arrived at Vil's house and sees him standing at the entrance, waiting for them*

MC: Vil?

Vil: You said you would arrive in less than 15 minutes.

MC: Ah, yes. I'm sorry about that. I had to bring a customer home at the last minute.

Vil: It doesn't matter. It's getting cold. We should get inside.

MC: *nods* *then faintly hears the shutter sound of a camera*

MC: *immediately turns their head to where the sound came from*

A paparazzi: !!!

A paparazzi: That ugly thing couldn't possibly hear me, right?

A paparazzi: Still, I need to move places.

MC: Good sir, do you have any legal reason why you are hiding behind the bushes?

A paparazzi: Ah- *lets out a terrified scream*

Vil: *watches MC dragged the unconscious paparazzi out of the bushes*

Vil: ...

Vil: *smiles* You've caught that paparazzi off guard.

MC: ...

MC: *holding the camera*

MC: Vil, this person has been here for a few hours now. How come you didn't notice?

Vil: No. I knew he was there all along.

MC: Huh?

Vil: It's my little punishment to you for not replying to my messages.

MC: ...

MC: Vil, you shouldn't have done that.

Vil: Why? Is it wrong for me to want you to be worried?

MC: ...

MC: I will never neglect your messages again.

Vil: Good.

[katiascraft]

“26” | CL16 ᡣ𐭩.ᐟ

Parings: charles leclerc x ex!singer!reader

Summary: the world didn’t know you and Charles broke up a few months ago. it was until you haven’t been to any gp people started speculating. he finds some one new. Makes his dream com true. And you write an album about him reveling how you broke up and why.

“If it doesn’t go away by the time I’m 30 then I made a mistake and I’ll tell you I’m sorry”

Now playing: “21” by Gracie Abrams.

warnings: smau and angst. that’s it tbh :)

author’s note: idk if this makes sense but I hope it does lol. Don’t forget to like, comment or reblog! And follow me so we can be friends :3 (and drink mate together!)

MASTERLIST

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yourusername made a post

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yourusername: guess it’s just me, myself and music 🐰 (new tunes coming soon)

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user89: queeennnn can’t wait!!!

charlesmylove: why isn’t charles liking y/n stuff anymore 😭

↳ user976: RIGHT that’s what I’ve noticed

↳ user435: girl don’t start being delusional prob Charles doesn’t use social media

↳ user21: I have the feeling they broke up

sabrinacarpenter: they are not ready for what’s coming 🤓

↳ yourusername: 🤫

shawnmendes: gonna be album of the year

lilyhme: prettiest girl in town now can be mine 💍

↳ yourusername: yours forever my love 💍

↳ charlesstan: WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOW WHAT

↳ user0923: guess she knows things we don’t

↳ y/nxtaylor: spill the tea sis 😭

↳ alexalbon: why you always wanna date your friends???

↳ lilymhe: they’re pretty

↳ alexalbon: and I’m not??? I AM YOUR BOYFRIEND

↳ georgerussel: love watching drama 🍿

↳ y/nstan: WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!

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#charles and #y/n are trending on twitter

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f1gossipofficial: rumors has it that our fave couple on the grid isn’t couple anymore! 💔 Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc was seen out and about with a mistery girl. The source confirmed it wasn’t y/n. Y/n was seen arriving to New York last Monday. The fan that met her told us she said in a conversation she’s been living there since last year! Guess they broken up late last year and kept it a secret! What do we thing about all of this????

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user34: WHAT THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE THEY LOOKED LIKE END GAME 😭😭😭

charlesstan: I’m dead

user975: tbh I didn’t like her for him

y/nstan: I liked Charles sm this is so sad

user0863: now I need y/n new music I NEED TO KNOW

user87: new music coming >>>> new break up song about Charles 😭

usrr12: who is that mistery girl? We need a further investigation

↳ f1gossipofficial: on it baby 🕵️

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charlesleclerc: WE FINALLY MADE IT! I won my home gp for the first time, wow! Thank you everyone, ferrari, the fans. Everyone. This was my dream and I can’t believe this is actually reality. So thrilled! This is for you dad, wish you were here to see it. Let’s celebrate and then focus on the next race! 💪🏻

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user86: he is so proud of you I promise 😭😭😭

charstan: congrats prince!! ✨

y/nstan: why is my woman on the likes ????

↳ user32: THATS WHAT I THOUGHT FIRST INTERACTION IN QLMOST A YEAR

carlossainz55: congrats hermano !!!!

landonorris: what a race mate!

lewishamilton: finally!! 👑

user678: so happy for you charlieeeee

arthurleclerc: ❤️❤️❤️

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you text your producer and best friend

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yourusername: here to finally tell you that my first single “26” for my next album is out!!! Made this album from the deep end of my heart. Hope you like it as much as I love it (and help me get through). link in bio 🧸

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yourbff: the most beautiful and saddest song I’ve ever heard 😭

lilymhe: GIRL I’m sobbing wtf

user256: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

User998: she really said let’s spill the tea

↳ user895: but i never thought it would be LIKE THIS 😭

landonorris: congrats @/yourusername !! On repeat for the rest of the month at least

↳ georgerussel: babygirl

georgerussel: thanks for the tea y/n! Beautiful song from a beautiful soul ❤️ we miss you

↳ yourusername: I miss you too 💔

↳ carlossainz55: wish you could come back some time again :(

shawnmendes: I cried I sobbed I screamed I died

sabrinacarpenter: the best artist of all time iloveu bestie ❤️‍🩹

User673: CHARLES LIKED 😭😭😭😭

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Hope you liked it guys 💌 if you have any ideas my inbox is open so send your requests!

[honeyhae-svt]

Adore You 📸

Yoon Jeonghan Fanfiction (oneshot)

Y/N x Yoon Jeonghan - MDNI!!!

GENRE: Fluff, Smut, Fem!Reader x Non-idol!Jeonghan, Photographer!Reader x Client!Jeonghan, Reader x Single Dad!Jeonghan, Angst(?), Suggestive.

>>> Y/N is named Lim Y/N

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex, Praise Giving, Fingering, Size Kink, Tongue Kissing, Blowjob, Simp!Jeonghan (to you), Swearing, Suggestive, and many showing of adoration from e/o >.< (feel free to tap away if you're not into these.) — (contains 7393 words)

(english is not my first language, so i apologize for any typographical or grammatical errors :/)

Synopsis: You are a photographer meeting a client who requested a photo session with his 4 year old daughter for an album, which is also needed for her school. When you meet them at the studio, the daughter quickly becomes very attached to you, even expressing a desire for you to be her mom. How should you handle the situation? (this is more like a preview, but anyways)

a/n: i only made this because it's been on my mind and i want to write it down. there's really a plot and duhh ofc some smut scenes (im really bad at making smut but yeah, im improving since ive been reading smut works lol). "adore u" by seventeen is related to this story. if you listen to the song, you'll understand why. anyways hope yall like this kind of shit hehe ❤️.

>>>pictures are from 📌, CTTO

It was a busy Monday, and today you had an appointment with your client, Mr. Yoon, for a photoshoot with his daughter. It was supposed to be quick, right? Well, you were wrong.

You arrived at the studio as planned, looking around as you waited. When Mr. Yoon finally appeared, you almost lost your breath. He looked stunning—his long hair cascading gracefully over his delicate, sweet features. It made you wonder how you ever lost touch with him after high school.

“Ah, Mr. Yoon,” you greeted him with a handshake. Your gaze then shifted to the little girl being carried by an older woman nearby. She looked absolutely adorable.

“Good afternoon, let’s skip the formalities,” Jeonghan said, smiling warmly. “We’ll start the photoshoot in a few minutes, so feel free to set up your cameras.” You nodded in response.

As you were setting up the lighting and equipment, you felt a small tug on the hem of your denim skirt. You looked down and saw Jeong-il, the four-year-old daughter of your client. A soft smile spread across your face as you crouched down to her level.

“Yes?” you asked gently, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. She had her father’s eyes, long lashes and pretty hair. And she has those chubby baby cheeks that made you want to pinch them—though, of course, you didn’t.

“Miss, you're really pretty,” Jeong-il said, her tiny hands now resting on your cheeks as she giggled. Her eyes sparkled with innocent admiration.

Compliments had always been tricky for you to handle, despite receiving them often. You just never knew how to react. But there was something about receiving praise from a child that felt different—genuine and unfiltered, unlike the hollow words you sometimes heard from your peers. Not that you're saying that all compliments are a lie. When a child spoke, it felt real, like a reminder that sincerity still existed in the world.

You smiled widely. “Thank you, sweetheart,” you replied, giving her a gentle pat on the head. “Where’s your dad? Should I take you to him?”

She pointed toward Jeonghan, who was seemingly in a phone call. “Daddy’s busy,” she mumbled. You nodded, about to say something when the older woman, presumably her grandmother, approached.

“I’m so sorry for the trouble,” the woman apologized, gently lifting Jeong-il into her arms. “I just looked away for a split second, and she ran off.”

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. “No trouble at all,” you reassured her.

“Grandma, I want to go to Daddy,” Jeong-il said, her voice small and pleading.

“Alright, let’s go,” the grandmother replied, carrying her off.

“Bye-bye, pretty miss!” the little girl called over her shoulder with a mischievous giggle.

You gave her a cheeky smile and waved back before returning your focus to the set-up. Soon after, the photoshoot began.

Jeonghan looked flawless as always, but his daughter stole the show. You couldn’t stop watching her—she knew exactly how to pose, how to express herself, and it was almost unbelievable how clever she was for her age.

When the shoot wrapped up, Jeonghan came over to review the photos. He stood close, looking through the camera you were holding, and smiled softly as he scrolled through the shots. You couldn’t help but stare at him for a moment longer than necessary. Once he approved the photos, he began to pack up to leave.

Just then, Jeong-il ran toward you, wrapping her little arms around your legs and refusing to let go. Her grandmother tugged at her gently, while Jeonghan tried to coax her.

“Jeong-il, we need to go,” Jeonghan said, a hint of exasperation in his voice as he tried to pull her off you.

“No! I want Mommy to come!” she cried, holding on even tighter. You were taken aback by her words—‘Mommy’? That was unexpected.

Jeonghan sighed. “If you don’t stop, we won’t get ice cream. And this lady isn’t your mother. Let’s go, or I’ll leave you here.”

You smiled sheepishly and leaned down to pick her up. Instantly, she released her grip on your leg and clung to you instead.

“Fine, leave me here. Mommy will take care of me,” she declared stubbornly.

You gently patted her back, trying to ease her grip, but she was surprisingly strong for her size.

“Jeong-il-ah, you have to go now,” you coaxed, but she only began to cry, loudly enough that everyone in the room turned to look. You swore your ears might have bled if you hadn’t stopped her in time.

Now, she was sitting on your lap, sipping banana milk, her head resting against your chest. You could tell she was fighting sleep, but soon enough, she drifted off. Jeonghan carefully took her from your arms and carried her to the car, her grandmother following closely behind.

“You’d make a great mother,” Jeonghan remarked as he gently settled Jeong-il into her seat. You only chuckled in response.

Once everything was settled, Jeonghan turned to you with a grateful smile. “I’m really sorry about that. She’s never acted like this before—I have no idea what got into her.”

“It’s really fine,” you replied, slipping your hands into your jacket pockets.

Jeonghan hesitated for a moment before offering, “Maybe I can treat you to dinner as a thank-you? I’m sure Jeong-il would love to see you again after everything.”

His smile was so warm that you almost stumbled over your words. “Oh, uh, it’s really okay. No need for compensation or anything,” you said, politely declining.

You could have taken the opportunity, but you knew you weren’t ready—not after your last heartbreak. Though Jeonghan’s offer wasn’t a date, the thought of getting involved again made you uneasy.

Your past relationship ended almost a year ago. You and your ex had been together for five years, and you had thought everything was perfect, even through the tough times because he was always there. On your fifth anniversary, you had expected a proposal, maybe because you thought he would after months of telling him about it—but instead, he broke up with you.

At first, you thought it was a joke. But then you saw the seriousness in his eyes. It turned out he had been seeing someone else behind your back, and worse, she was pregnant. He left you without hesitation, as if those five years hadn’t meant a thing. It's like he had to let you go just like there was no five years of relationship that you both went through.

Yes, he's an asshole and that was what made you feel devastated, spiraling into months of depression before you finally picked up the pieces. You were doing well now, but the idea of dating again hadn’t even crossed your mind since then.

Yesterday, Jeonghan had been persistent. No matter how many times you politely declined his invitation to dinner, he kept asking. Like father, like daughter, huh? He only relented when you finally gave in and handed him your number instead. But when he offered to drive you home, the flirting began as soon as he dropped his mom and daughter off at his penthouse. You could have flirted back, but instead, you just chuckled, trying to keep the mood light and avoid any awkwardness.

You had known Jeonghan for years. He had been your classmate throughout high school, and you often had small talks with him every day. It was nice that he always made an effort to approach you, even if it was just for a brief conversation.

Surprisingly, though, he seemed to know more about you. He had always been too shy to talk to you more back then. You were simply too pretty in his eyes, and on top of that, you were always surrounded by your own group of friends. And if there was ever a moment when you were alone, it didn’t last long—boys would come up to you and confess their feelings. Jeonghan had always wanted to do the same, but when he finally mustered the courage to approach you, he would lose his nerve and settle for small talk instead of confessing.

He had been afraid of rejection. After all, you were known in school as the heartbreaker, the girl who turned down every guy who dared to confess. That reputation stuck with you throughout your high school years, and maybe that’s why Jeonghan never found the courage to say what he really felt.

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He couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed when you turned him down the day before. But, he didn’t let it show. He figured you had your reasons. Truth be told, he had specifically hired you for the photoshoot when he saw your name on the list of available photographers. He had always been interested in you (and, of course, he *totally* hadn’t been waiting for you to become available). But all his hopes seemed to slip away when you rejected him.

Despite that, the whole situation with his daughter, Jeong-il, calling you "Mommy" was genuine. He actually liked it when she said that. It made him feel even more drawn to you, like a magnet. Just like his daughter, he couldn’t help but be attached to you. There was something about you that kept pulling people in—or maybe, it was just because he still had a teeny tiny (huge) crush on you, just like he did back in high school.

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Jeonghan was lost in thought, thinking about you as he pushed the cart at a slow pace. His reverie was broken when his mother took over. "Jeonghan, pay attention, will you? We missed the meat aisle," she snapped him back to reality. He sighed inwardly before picking up his little one.

As he stood by the meat section with his mother, he thought he saw a glimpse of you from afar. At first, he dismissed it, thinking he was imagining things, but after a second and third glance, it really was you. For real.

"Jeong-il-ah, look, mommy’s over there," Jeonghan whispered, pointing in your direction. The little girl turned excitedly, her eyes lighting up. Without missing a beat, Jeonghan placed Jeong-il on her feet, and she darted toward you, shouting, "Mommy!!!" Jeonghan smirked but then pretended to be engrossed in something else, acting as if he had no idea what was happening. He knew exactly what he was doing.

You turned your head, surprised to see the little girl rushing toward you, hugging your legs once again like she did before. "Mommy, mommy!" she shouted, making you look around for any signs of Jeonghan or her grandmother. Your friend, who was with you, snickered before quietly stepping away as Jeonghan approached.

You picked up the little girl and smiled at Jeonghan. "I’m not your momm—" you started, but before you could finish, Jeong-il interrupted, stuffing cookies into your mouth. "Mommy, isn’t it yummy? Grandma baked it," she said cheerfully. You chewed on the cookie, trying not to laugh at the overwhelming amount stuffed into your mouth.

Jeonghan stood by, smiling fondly as he watched you with his daughter. His heart fluttered. He couldn’t help but picture you as the mother of his child. If he could, he’d make another baby with you right then and there. "Sweetie, how many times do I have to tell you? She’s not your mother," he scolded gently. "No!" Jeong-il retorted stubbornly.

"It’s alright. I can play pretend," you whispered with a wink, finally managing to swallow the cookies. You didn’t want to upset the little girl, and besides, it wasn’t like you had anything better to do.

Jeonghan grinned, walking alongside you as you helped them with their groceries. You carried Jeong-il the entire time, while Jeonghan carried the shopping bags to the car. "Alright, Jeong-il, come to Dad now," Jeonghan said as they reached the car. The little girl shook her head and held onto you even tighter. "No! When I wake up, mommy will be gone again," she pouted, making you giggle at her stubbornness.

"You’ve brought this on yourself, Y/N," Jeonghan teased, crossing his arms and looking at you with an amused expression. You sighed, resigned to your fate. He opened the passenger door for you while Jeong-il reluctantly climbed into the back seat with her grandmother. The little one only let go of you once you agreed to sit in front.

You had no choice but to tag along. When you arrived at their penthouse, you couldn’t help but admire the luxurious surroundings. It wasn’t that you hadn’t seen such elegance before, but you hadn’t expected Jeonghan’s home to be this extravagant. In hindsight, you should have, given the car he was driving.

"Make yourself at home. I don’t think you’ll be able to leave until the little devil falls asleep," Jeonghan said, collapsing onto the sofa and switching on the television. "What time does she usually nap?" you asked, settling down beside him. "Around 3 p.m. most days," he replied, glancing over at Jeong-il playing with her toys and her grandmother.

"You know, Y/N, Jeong-il has never been this attached to any other lady before," Hae-na, his mother, said, her words tugging at your heart. You figured that maybe the little girl was simply longing for her mother’s presence, and you just happened to be there at the right time. Or perhaps there was something about you that made Jeong-il instantly fond of you. You didn’t want to assume too much, though, so you just nodded along. "Ah, is that so? Maybe she mistook me for her mother. Do I look like her, perhaps?" you asked, tying the little one’s hair into a neat ponytail. Jeong-il looked really cute with her hair up like this, and Jeonghan noticed it too. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, watching you interact with his daughter.

"She’s never seen her mother," Hae-na replied softly. Jeonghan, overhearing the conversation, jumped in. "You don’t look like her at all. In fact, you’re way prettier than she ever was," he said, his eyes locking onto yours with a smirk. You blinked a few times before looking away, feeling a bit flustered. "Jeong-il definitely got her looks from me," Jeonghan added with a smug grin, and Hae-na just rolled her eyes as if she heard it from Jeonghan for the thousandth time.

You could tell he didn’t have fond feelings for the mother of his child, so you decided to steer clear of that topic.

After hours of playing, Jeong-il finally fell asleep in your arms while you and Jeonghan were watching cartoons together. You held her gently, giving her soft pats on the back as Jeonghan led you to her room. You carefully laid the little girl on her bed and tucked her in with a tender smile on your face.

You've always wondered what it would be like to be a mother. You'd dreamed about it, even fantasized. The thought of having a child, someone who needed you, relied on you, felt almost magical. But your ex never wanted the same. He claimed you were too young for kids—though that never stopped him from trying to get you in bed countless of times. Ironically, that same dick headed-ex got another girl pregnant, leaving you with the bitter taste of betrayal. Now, here you were, holding onto the warmth of Jeonghan's daughter, someone who clung to you like she’d been waiting for you her whole life.

The soft click of the bedroom door brought you back to the present as Jeonghan led you out of his daughter's room. You were about to say your goodbyes, but Hae-na, appeared with freshly brewed coffee. The polite thing to do was stay—refusing would’ve felt too rude, especially when his mother had already made her approval of you so clear.

So, now you sat, cup in hand, next to Jeonghan on the couch. His mother had left the two of you alone, and it didn’t escape your notice that she was encouraging this little reunion. Not that you minded… much.

"You're single, right?" Jeonghan’s voice broke the silence, catching you off guard. He was direct, just like you remembered. That was something you always liked about him—his lack of pretense. But all he knew is that he was never like this before.

The first time he saw you holding your camera in highschool, capturing every small little things so perfectly, it's like you already had his heart until then. He could've, no, he should've confessed to you about his feelings, and maybe, just maybe he could've possibly ended up with you until now. And that's what made him the person he is today—the person who's not afraid to say what he wanted to say because he didn't want to regret, the person who'd express himself freely around others about who he is. And you were the one who made that persona in him.

Those daily small talks with you before were his only source of energy that he kept to make himself go to school. The way he'd approach you and stutter in his words, contemplating whether he should confess his feelings to you or not, on which he didn't and would end up having small talks with you instead. That happened day after day until he couldn't anymore. Not after graduating. When he found out you were going to study abroad to pursue your dream as a photographer and filmmaking, there was no way he could confess the last minute. But he did remember you taking his photo with your very own camera. You were a few feet away from him and you held your camera to your face and the photo flashed. He pretended he didn't see and tried his best to remain composed. But behind his cool-looking demeanour was a heart that's beating fastly that made his hands shiver and get all sweaty. You took that photo for just about a second, he couldn't tell whether it was him you took of, but he prayed hard that it be him. It was then after you took the photo, "Congratulations Jeonghan," was the last words he heard from you before disappearing into his life.

"Y-yeah, I am," you stammered, feeling a little caught off guard by the bluntness of his question. "Why do you ask?"

Jeonghan smirked slightly, leaning back and crossing his legs as he took a slow sip of coffee. "Just making sure." His eyes flickered with mischief, but there was something deeper behind them, something you couldn't quite place.

You hummed, taking a sip of your coffee to cover the slight flush creeping up your cheeks. "Why does the coffee taste like dirt?" Jeonghan asked suddenly, his face serious. "Because it was ground a few minutes ago."

You choked a little, trying to stifle your laughter. It was a terrible dad joke, the kind that would make you roll your eyes any other time, but coming from him, it was oddly cute.

"I can't believe you actually said that," you chuckled, wiping a tear from your eye.

Jeonghan grinned, obviously pleased with himself. "I remember when we used to have those little talks in high school. Remember?"

You nodded, a nostalgic smile tugging at your lips. "Of course. You always found a way to make me laugh, even when I didn’t want to."

"I was a coward back then, though," he confessed, his voice soft, eyes glancing away as if lost in thought.

"Really?" you asked, leaning forward slightly. "How so?"

Jeonghan hesitated, the playful mask slipping for a second. He wanted to tell you—tell you how he used to stutter and falter around you, never able to muster the courage to confess his feelings. But now wasn’t the right time. There was too much at stake, and he couldn’t bear the thought of scaring you off when you’d just started letting him back into your life.

Instead, he shrugged casually. "Just because. I missed my shot back then."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, but you weren’t sure what to say. Before you could think of a response, Jeong-il’s soft voice called for him from her room. Jeonghan sighed, smiling fondly before excusing himself to check on his daughter.

As he disappeared into the hallway, you leaned back on the couch, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Being around Jeonghan brought back a flood of memories—ones you weren’t sure you were ready to face. But there was something undeniable about the way he made you feel, something that made you want to take a chance.

A few minutes later, Jeonghan returned, sliding back onto the couch beside you. "She’s back asleep," he said softly, his eyes finding yours once more.

"Where were we?" you asked, trying to keep your tone light, though your heart was still racing.

"I think I was about to ask you out," Jeonghan replied with a smirk, his tone playful but his gaze sincere. "Dinner? No pressure, just… dinner."

You bit your lip, hesitating for a moment. After everything you’d been through, the idea of opening yourself up again felt terrifying. But something about Jeonghan felt safe, familiar. Like maybe this time, things could be different.

"Okay," you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper. "Dinner sounds nice."

Jeonghan’s face lit up with a grin, and you couldn’t help but smile back. Maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something new.

Jeonghan had always been around you, in ways you hadn’t noticed until now. Bumping into him at the park, catching sight of him outside your workplace, or seeing him at the mall—it was as if fate kept pulling the two of you together. And you had to admit, it was starting to work. He brought you lunch during your breaks, always with a smile and a joke ready. Sometimes, he brought Jeong-il with him, and you’d end up spending the rest of the afternoon with them.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself looking forward to those moments. The flutter in your chest when you spotted him waiting for you, the way your heart warmed when Jeong-il ran into your arms. Maybe this was what you needed—to take a chance on someone who was determined to be a part of your life.

But still, a small part of you held back, unsure, scared. You’d been hurt before, and there was always that nagging fear that history could repeat itself. But for the first time in a long time, you found yourself ready to let go, to go with the flow.

Jeonghan was persistent, and he was winning you over. Little by little, with every unexpected gesture, every shared laugh, every moment with Jeong-il, you felt yourself slipping into something that felt like it could be more.

And maybe, just maybe, you were okay with that.

One night, as you stepped out of work, your heart raced in anticipation of seeing Jeonghan again. You checked your phone, expecting to see a message from him saying he was waiting for you. Instead, a different notification lit up your screen.

"Hey, darling, I'm busy this week and I'm on a business trip. Sorry I couldn't come see you :("

The disappointment hit you harder than you expected. You stared at the message for a moment, feeling a weight settle in your chest. Maybe it was because you'd gotten used to seeing him almost every day. Or maybe because the absence of him, even for just a week, felt strangely unsettling.

It upset you, honestly. But did you also have the right? He had responsibilities—he was a single dad, a man juggling his job, his daughter, and now… you. Of course, he was busy. He had his own world to manage, and what were you to him, really?

Maybe all those thoughtful gestures—bringing you lunch, waiting for you outside work, spending time with you and his daughter—were just his way of being kind. Maybe that’s just who he was, affectionate and caring with everyone. That thought twisted in your gut, and you hated the surge of jealousy that followed.

You wanted his attention. You wanted him to only give you that attention.

Fuck. Since when did you become this selfish? You weren’t like this. But for the first time in your life, you wanted someone to look at you and only you. To give all that effort, all that affection, to you and no one else.

You weren’t in love with him, were you?

“What are you thinking?” you muttered under your breath, trying to shake the thoughts away as you stared blankly at your computer screen. But your focus was shot. It had been three weeks, almost a month, since you last saw him or his daughter, and it was driving you insane. You missed his presence—the way he made everything around you feel lighter, easier.

Sure, he messaged you frequently. He sent chocolates, little gifts here and there, and he always made sure to update you, even if it was just a simple “thinking of you.” But it wasn’t enough. Not for you. You wanted to see him, to hear his voice, to feel the warmth of his presence beside you. That’s what you longed for.

Fuck it. You knew the truth. You were in love with him. There was no point in denying it anymore. The realization hit you like a punch to the gut, and suddenly, everything felt too real, too overwhelming.

Jeonghan wasn’t the type to just give his time and effort to anyone. You knew that. He wasn’t someone who threw affection around carelessly. But with you? You were an exception. Of course, aside from his daughter and his mother, you were the one person who seemed to break through his guarded exterior.

There was something about you that made him want to give you the whole damn world.

Maybe it was because of how you’d effortlessly charmed his hard-hearted daughter, or how undeniably beautiful you were—not just in appearance, but in the way you treated the people around you. Or maybe it was the way you giggled at his corny dad jokes, the same ones no one else found funny, or maybe it was the way you were cold at first, yet somehow always tolerated his awkwardness and small talk back in high school.

You took photography seriously, capturing life’s little moments with a passion that fascinated him. And to him, you were as beautiful as every subject you photographed. Screw it. He liked you because you're you. The only one person in this world he'd ever want.

And now, Jeonghan couldn’t shake the feeling that you were the one he’d been waiting for. The one he wanted by his side. The one he’d want to be the mother of his daughter (children).

You are the one for him and maybe he's the one for you too?

You were at a dinner party with your co-workers, and it didn't take long for the alcohol to hit you. Halfway through, you were already tipsy, maybe because the stress of not seeing Jeonghan for so long was getting to you. Even though you’d only had three glasses, your low tolerance made it feel like you'd had more.

“Already drunk? Gosh, you’re really no fun, unnie,” Minji, your younger co-worker and friend, teased with a playful grin.

“I’m not... drunkhh,” you slurred, resting your head on the table.

“Looks like Y/N has to head out early,” one of your male co-workers offered, standing up with a smirk, already volunteering to take you home. You were too tipsy to think clearly, and the others quickly agreed, unaware of his ulterior motives as he helped you out of the venue.

The man supported your weight, holding you by the waist, his grip a little too tight than necessary, his smirk a little too confident too. He clearly had other intentions. “I can gow howm by myself...” you muttered, trying to push him away weakly, but before he could call a cab, you felt a hand tap your shoulder.

"Y/Nnie," a familiar voice broke through your drunken haze, and when you turned, your face lit up with joy. Jeonghan stood there, a warm smile on his face. Your hands instinctively reached for his face, checking if he was real, and you giggled at your own silliness.

"Jeonghannieeee~ I missed youuu," you beamed, your voice slurring as you clung to him.

Immediately, you freed yourself away from the man and wrapped your arms around Jeonghan’s waist. Jeonghan, with that familiar steady presence, held you close, supporting your weight. The man who had been holding you gave a blank stare, but he wasn’t giving up that easily.

“And who are you?” the guy asked, clearly annoyed.

Jeonghan turned to him, his expression calm but teasing. “Oh, I forgot you were still there. Sorry.” He added, “I’m Y/N’s boyfriend, by the way.”

A brief silence fell before Jeonghan broke it again, his tone final, “I’ll take her from here.” He led you away, not even bothering to look back as he buckled you into his car. Before driving off, he gave the guy one last look, a smirk tugging at his lips as he let out a mocking “tsk.”

As you settled into the passenger seat, you giggled, still drunk and half-asleep. “Oooh... You’re my boyfriend?” you asked, voice playful.

Jeonghan chuckled. “You don’t want that?” he teased.

You thought for a moment, your eyes half-closed. “I’d like that...” you murmured before drifting into sleep. Jeonghan’s soft laughter filled the car as he glanced at you, finding you absolutely adorable.

The drive was peaceful, the soft hum of the radio the only sound as you slept beside him. He was relieved he’d gotten there in time before anything bad could’ve happened. He shook his head, smiling to himself. You really had no idea how much you meant to him.

When he finally parked in front of your apartment complex, he gently tapped your shoulder to wake you. “Darling, are you stable?” he asked in a soft, caring voice.

You groggily opened your eyes, rubbing your temples as the headache from the alcohol hit. “W-where are we?” you asked, now mostly sober after your nap.

“We’re at your place,” he replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You hummed in response, pausing for a moment before turning to face him. “Thanks for bringing me home,” you said quietly, feeling a flutter in your chest as his gaze met yours. His stare made your cheeks warm, though this time it wasn’t the alcohol causing it.

“No problem, cutie,” he said with a soft smile before getting out of the car and opening the door for you. He unbuckled your seatbelt and offered his hand, and you took it, letting him guide you to your apartment. Once at your door, you turned to say goodbye, but before you could stop yourself, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his.

Jeonghan’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, his first instinct was to pull back, worried you might regret it later. But the softness of your lips, the warmth of your body against his—it was too much to resist. Without thinking, he deepened the kiss, his hands moving to hold you close. It felt desperate, like he’d been waiting for this moment far longer than he’d realized.

Your lips were so soft, sweet and delicate like he'd never want to let go of this sensation. His tongue teasing the bottom of your lips, longing for an entrance. Your body was trapped in between your apartment door behind you and Jeonghan's body in front. His hand is on your waist while the other one was on the back of your head, pulling your head closer to his so the kiss could reach deeper.

Your tongues were entangled to each other, swirling like there's no tomorrow. His was too intoxicating that you couldn't pull away even if you wanted to catch your breath.

A few minutes later, Jeonghan pulled away, strings of your mixed salivas were in between your glossy lips. All he wanted to do was kiss you right there and again, but he knew he had to stop himself. You panted and felt your body heat up like it's aching for more. You immediately unlocked the door and led him inside without even looking back but he stopped you.

He glanced at you, seeing the same desire in your eyes. “I’m not tipsy,” you whispered, as if you knew what he was thinking and hesitating for. The heat between you was impossible to ignore.

"Don't you want me, Hannie?" You asked, your hands roaming around his stomach, looking at him with pleading eyes. Jeonghan did his best to fight his urges to fuck you right then and there. He wanted you. He wanted to fuck you so bad. Jeonghan hesitated, wanting to be sure. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to regret anything," he replied, his hands roaming around your hips to its own accord.

“I won’t,” you assured him, your voice firm, your eyes filled with longing. “I’ve missed you... so much.”

Jeonghan was still hesitant for a moment, but hearing you admit that was not what he expected. He could practically feel his manhood harden under his pants. And who wouldn't get hard after making out with you?

Without another word, his lips found yours again. You led him to your bedroom without breaking the kiss. He pushed you onto the bed undressing you like he's done it a hundred times before. He undid your bra so easily with one hand as he directly touched your soft breasts. The kiss remained deep and he didn't pull away until you unbuttoned his blouse. He pulled your skirt and tossed it to the ground as his fingers slid into your wet panties, teasing your aching clit. You tried your best to not moan in between kisses, but it's like your body was lost under your control. He pulled away from the kiss to turn his attention towards your wet pussy. He continued to tease it before finally taking the underwear off and inserting one finger into your wet crotch. You moaned to the feeling, making your mind turn into a haze. And Jeonghan loved the sounds you were making. It's like he fell in love to the melody even if it's his first time hearing it from you.

It's been so long since you've last had someone else's finger in you like this. But as far as you can remember, even with this one finger of Jeonghan's were enough to send you to heaven itself.

He put in one more finger, fucking your pussy soft and fastly. Making you pant and let out moans.

"Shit, your moans are adorable," Jeonghan says, leaning down to your pussy and licking it. His tongue entered your folds and that was enough to make you squirt. When you reached your orgasm, Jeonghan made sure to lick your clit, making you let out a whine. "Fuck..." you curse out as you covered your face.

"So pretty, baby," Jeonghan says, his fingers now pinching your nipples, making you moan loudly. He pulled his pants down and you can see his bulge from his underwear. It was huge under the fabric, making you think if it'd even fit you. "Spit in your hands, baby," he says, grabbing your wrist and you did so.

You brought your hands to his cock as soon as he took his underwear off and you stroked onto it up and down before finally licking the top. You bobbed your head over it, and it made Jeonghan groan to the feeling. He couldn't believe that you were actually giving him a blowjob. He only saw these in his fantasies, but now, you're actually making him feel this way. "Your mouth... Ah, shit, it's so beautiful," he grunted, his hands massaging your breasts, making sure you also get enough attention.

Your hands stroked faster and you licked his cock harder, making him reach his ends and finally cum. He came onto your face, his hot semen covering your cheeks. Jeonghan's dick throbbed right away after seeing your face covered with his cum. "Fuck, you're so beautiful," he says, wiping his semen off your face as he planted a kiss on your lips.

He gently pushed you down the bed again, you're now lying underneath him, he looked at you with dark, lustful eyes. "Our kids would be so pretty if I get you pregnant," he muttered, but not enough to let you hear, and you only blinked at him.

He shifted close before whispering, "Can I?" He asked as you felt the tip of his cock brushing over your clit, and you felt your stomach get actual butterflies in it hearing him ask for permission. "Only if you say it," he says, and you took a deep breath before finding your words, "P- please... Fuck me," you said and his cock slowly enter your folds, making your back arch upwards. You took time adjusting to the stretch you were feeling. It didn't hurt a lot, instead it felt incredibly good. "Aghh," you moaned, "F- faster, Hannie," you finally let the words out. And Jeonghan's pace was fast, hard.

He felt your pelvis hit his as your pussy swallows him well. "Ah, shit, so tight. Don't cum yet, baby," he says as his hips thrusts into you harder, you moaned, feeling his cock twitching in and out of you. His hands were giving your breasts attention while his lips were onto your neck, leaving marks everywhere. Such a multitasker, and you know you love it.

"S- so good," you say as his cock reached that one good spot, making you scream. "Shitt," Jeonghan cursed as he felt your walls tightening around him. "Don't cum yet," he says, his pace more faster to meet his orgasm with you.

He took out his cock out of you and his cum went over your stomach while you came, your bedsheets wet with your fluids under your lower body. You were panting, breathless. Jeonghan slumped beside you, his hands never leaving your body, as if he wanted to memorize your every curve.

He planted a kiss on your forehead while you buried your face onto his chest. He gave your back gentle strokes as if asking for another round, you couldn't help but giggle at his way of asking.

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The night went on, with both of you giving in to the emotions that had been bubbling up for so long. —One where you were seated on his lap, moving your hips onto his with a slow pace. Not long enough, though, you got tired and Jeonghan had to pin you down the bed and fuck you himself.

And the other where your legs rested on his shoulders while he thrusts his cock hardly in and out of you with incredibly fast movements that you practically felt your eyes move to the back of your head. He fucked you so well, groaning and giving you compliments while he was at it. Such as: "So adorable," "You're so pretty," "You're doing well.". While you, well, let's just say all you did was moan and let out whimpers. It's like you couldn't even think straight while he fucked you like that. But you heard his words, and that added up to the good sensation you were feeling. You loved hearing his compliments—and that drove you to your climax, cumming before him which made him curse in frustration, but he didn't stop there, in fact—he continued until he reached his own.

And after at least 3 rounds of love-making, you both layed down on the bed, cuddling each other while his cock remained inside you. He was still hard, but he understood that you were too tired, so he did all the work, moving slowly in you while you whimpered under him. "I'm almost--," he grunted, finally coming to his release, and you came, for the probably fifth... or sixth(?) time this night. "You're amazing, baby. I love your body, your smell, your hands, your face... I love everything about you," he says, and you only buried your face onto the pillow. "I love you."

"I love you too," you replied, panting quietly.

Later, you lay beside him, his arms wrapped securely around your waist. The silence was comforting, but eventually, you broke it. “Can I ask you something?” Jeonghan hummed, urging you to continue.

You hesitated, unsure if you should even bring it up. But eventually, you whispered, “What happened to Jeong-il’s mother?”

Jeonghan’s body tensed slightly, but then he chuckled softly. “She didn’t want anything to do with me or the baby. I took full custody of Jeong-il.”

Though he brushed it off and replied as if it wasn't really an important matter to him, your curiosity lingered, and sensing it, Jeonghan sighed before continuing. “I was reckless back then. She got pregnant, and I took responsibility, but less than a year after Jeong-il was born, she moved on by herself. Honestly, it’s fine. I didn’t expect her to stay. If anything, I’m grateful. It brought me to you.”

You hummed in understanding, though a tinge of jealousy flared in your chest. What if things had been different? What if she had stayed? Then again, you were also being selfish, so you wanted to brush it off your thoughts. But before your thoughts could spiral, Jeonghan spoke again.

"Don't even think about it. I loved you since we were in high school," Jeonghan says, and you look up at him, blinking a few times before tilting your head to the side in confusion.

"Okay, let me start from the top. Are you ready?"

You nod, smiling in anticipation.

"But first, tell me, did you take a photo of me before after we graduated?" He questioned, making you feel a bit flustered.

"You... how did you know that?" You replied, returning the question and he just chuckled lightly, placing a kiss on your forehead. "Okay, well, maybe it's because I liked you too, back then... And I couldn't get myself to approach you that day because I thought you would approach me," you continued, but then you shook your head. "Okay, maybe I shouldn't have waited and approached you myself instead. Sorry I didn't get to say goodbye properly."

Jeonghan smiled. A content look on his face at your confession—just what he wanted to hear. He's been waiting for that confirmation since forever.

With a soft sigh, he kissed your lips again, just a peck, enough to get your attention again. "I'm glad you said that," he replied, and continued what he was just saying earlier.

"I would always, should, could've, and have always adored you since day one…"

And that’s how you ended up being the mother of his two beautiful children: your adorable Jeong-il and a beautiful baby boy. Of course, you also became Jeonghan’s wife soon enough.

And he will always adore you.

~*⁠.⁠✧✿⁠ THE END ✿✧.*~

~~~You've reached the end.

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[xoluvx]

#2 “this billie”

smut

This Billie loves ties and not just around her neck. She has a drawer full of them and best believe she uses every last one. Consensually, of course. When she showed you the merch for her new album, you had to scroll back on her phone pointing at the one that stood out.

“A tie?” You asked glancing at her. She laughed softly covering her mouth trying to hide that cocky little smile that somehow made your knees weak. Every. Single. Fucking. Time.

“I get samples next week,” she pointed out, raising her brows suggestively. Your lips parted as you held your thighs nodding. There was a fire sparking in your belly as the seat grew warmer.

“Uh huh,” you replied before biting your lip.

“We can do a quality check,” she added, her voice dropping an octave. Her eyes glistening, lips so inviting.

“Quality check,” you echoed. She was so smug.

When the day finally came, she rushed up to the room with her small box. You’d almost forgotten she’d been counting down the days to its momentous arrival. You sat up in bed as she entered and closed the door behind her making sure it was locked. Force of habit.

“Are you ready?” She asked.

“Give me all you got, Eilish,” you teased offering your hands in fists. Billie bit her lip and moaned playfully eliciting a soft laugh from your part. You pat the bed and she sat next to you.

She opened the box and gasped when she saw the ties packed tight. Her fingers toyed with a necktie pulling it out slowly. Fingertips brushing over the smooth fabric.

"What do you think?" she whispered. The tone of her voice suggestive. It made you squirm next to her leaning closer so you could breath her air.

"Are we going to test it?" you asked with the same fervor, your lips brushing close to the corner of her mouth. She swallowed and nodded cupping your jaw with the tie still wrapped around her hand. She kissed you hungrily, other arm wrapping around your waist as you practically straddled her with want.

“Naked. Now. And lay back,” she pulled away to whisper in your ear, lips grazing your skin sending shivers down your spine.

You did as you were told struggling to rip your clothes off before resting your head on the pillows raising your arms above your head. Billie stood at the edge of the bed. She grabbed the tie again wrapping it around her knuckles before pulling it in opposite directions. Sturdy, she thought. You looked at her carefully, bottom lip tucked under your teeth, waiting for her next move.

She grabbed the tie with one hand, letting one end of it fall between your legs slowly leading up the center of your body until it was resting between your breasts. Then she fisted the tie, brushing your skin along the way urging you to moan at the slightest touch. She carefully tied the fabric around your wrists, weaving it through the headboard and pulling on the knot making sure it didn’t come undone.

Satisfied, she looked at you. Big eyes and parted lips. You were waiting so patiently, she knew she needed to reward you. She kissed your cheek near the corner of your mouth and a moaned escaped your body, desperate and willing to take whatever she gave you. She kissed your jaw and your head tossed back revealing your neck. Billie wrapped her lips around your supple skin sucking gently before licking the area that her lips previously touched. She could feel your pulse on her tongue, blood pumping just for her. Body squirming just for her. Whimpers drowning the room just for her.

She was calculated with her moves. She had you where she wanted, but she enjoyed building the moment. She enjoyed feeling your hard nipples as her fingertips brushed over your breasts. She could feel the bumps forming from the chills vibrating through your body each time she touched you.

"Please," you whined raising your chest yearning for her touch. Billie smiled biting her lip. You were putty in her hands. She palmed your breast and you moaned looking down at her. She was hovering over your nipple, eyes watching the way your chest rose and fell rapidly. Then her tongue ran over your bud and you bucked your hips already feeling the uncomfortable desperation between your thighs.

Billie's mouth closed around your nipple sucking gently, lids fluttering as she released and pressed down with her tongue. You whimpered raising your legs trying to open them for her, but she wasn't ready. A hand came down on your thigh, slapping skin before gripping.

"Down," she whispered teasingly not bothering to look at you, still focused on your needy chest.

"Don't make me tie your legs too," her voice was ragged and low as she kissed under your breast, lips traveling down your torso. Tongue running along your skin wet and warm. She kissed below your navel and you moaned raising your hips.

Looking up at you, she continued kissing down and down and down until she was at the place you needed her most. Her thumb spread your lips. It glided between your folds, so wet and inviting.

You pulled on the tie trying to touch her. To push her face in your cunt. To pull her hair. Anything. But Billie only watched you, shaking her head slowly and menacingly before opening your pussy with her fingers and running a long stripe between your folds.

"Oh-" you gasped crumbling in her hands.

"So fucking wet," she muttered mainly to herself, but the comment made you squirm. You felt so tight, clenching on nothing. Billie's tongue touched your pussy again, resting at your entrance feeling the way you throbbed on her tongue. It was so satisfying and she knew with just a finger she could make you snap.

Her tongue ran up to your clit, focusing on the small bud. Tongue rotating slowly and meticulously. Her thumb resting near your entrance. With each flick of her tongue she could feel your entrance clench. She sucked your clit gently and you moved your hips wanting more.

Her thumb slipped into your entrance. She was welcomed with an instant pull drawing her finger in as she hummed on your clit sending shivers down your spine and to the tips of your toes. It felt incredible and you wanted more.

"Please," you begged again. Billie moved her finger and you whined, but the sounds quickly turned into loud moans as she pushed two fingers in your cunt, tongue still working your sensitive clit. She slid between your folds, fingers pumping. Gathering your wetness on her tongue, letting it drip from her mouth, down to her fingers, pushing it in and out mixing with your arousal.

She was in awe. The way your body responded to her touch. The way you willingly offered yourself up to her, hands tied, to do what she pleased.

The quality of the neckties was superb. Your whimpers and cries were all the confirmation she needed to make them part of her official merch.

masterlist

[doctor-dusk]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐭 | 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐭.

when you discover that the hardest thing than paying attention to a movie during a sleepover with your boyfriend (early sias!alex) is to keep quiet while your friends are in the same room.

warnings: soft dom!alex, fingering (f receiving), public sex, unprotected sex (piv), bit of biting, cockwarming.

word count: 2.1k

this one has been forgotten in my drafts for months, i'm embarrassed. i mean… it's early fucking sias alex lol. hope you enjoy it :3

“oh, why are you always the last ones to arrive?” 

that was the first thing katie said as soon as she opened the door and saw you and alex waiting to go in after ringing the doorbell. 

“we were looking for our air mattress.” you responded, giving her a warm hug. “blame alex, he forgot to bring it with our luggage.” 

“c'mon,  i already apologized.” alex protested, poking you slightly, coming in right behind you when katie opened the door so you could enter the house. 

you were taking advantage of the break the lads were taking during the production of the fourth album to rest and visit the family in sheffield. you barely saw katie, breana and kelly lately, so when katie and jamie suggested a sleepover party at their house on a saturday night, you were the first to accept, dragging alex along with you. 

of course, he would never dare refuse when he saw that you were really excited about it.

“no worries, we've already got everything ready.” katie reassured you, leading the way into the living room, perfectly set up with several pillows and air mattresses taking over the rug in the center of the room.

“told you.” alex poked you again and you rolled your eyes playfully. okay, maybe he said something about katie being in 2050 when it comes to organization, so she would have already taken care of everything.

you guys were excited about the idea, even though the boys stay together all the time when producing an album or touring, it was nice to get together to do absolutely nothing, just chilling and chatting about random things like good friends do.

the movie was chosen. a horror movie, for a change. everyone was lying on their respective air mattresses, covered up to the waist or torso, occasionally passing the bucket of popcorn around like a rotation through the dark room that was lit only by the big screen of the tv.

you and alex were closer to the couch. you were laying on your side with him lying behind you, spooning you while his back was against the couch. he was propped on his left elbow, resting his head on his palm while his right arm passed across your body, his hand resting flat on your stomach, making almost invisible caresses.

eventually, his fingers danced across your stomach, doing some random patterns, moving to your side, his fingertip moving up and down, from your rib to your hip.

you absolutely loved when he touched you like this, he can't get his hands off you somehow, and that alone excited you. you took a handful of popcorn in your hand when matt offered it, eating a little and bringing it to alex's mouth for him to eat too.

he smiled in gratitude, still keeping his light caresses, moving his hand to your thigh, caressing the bare skin that your dress did not cover under the blanket. that alone was enough to make your breathing heavy a little, but you maintained your posture, paying attention to the movie.

when his fingers moved under your dress, his fingers playing with the elastic of your panties, you looked at him over your shoulder.

“what are you doing?” you whispered to him, almost inaudible that he needed to lip read.

“nothing, babe. pay attention to the movie.” he said, his voice dripping innocence as he gestured with his chin to the screen to get you to pay attention to the movie again.

you looked back at the screen, but you were completely aware of his actions, touching you, playing with the waistband of your panties, kissing your shoulder every now and then. you scanned the room, but no one was paying attention to you there for now.

and that's why alex was taking so much advantage, pulling your panties to the side in one swift motion. 

you widened your eyes slightly, looking back at him, your eyes simply repeating the question you did earlier. he kissed your temple, his mouth moving a bit to whisper in your ear. 

“this movie is fuckin' boring. let me have some fun with ya', hm? just keep quiet, baby.” he whispered, his hand softly massaging your bare ass under the covers, feeling the softness of your skin.

“they will notice.” you whispered back to him, your restless eyes swept the room again.

“not if you keep quiet. keep an eye on them for me, alright?” he said, blowing some air on your face to move away some strands of hair that were falling over your forehead, almost reaching your eyes.

you nodded, your heart pounding, almost surpassing your ribcage, but you were willing to obey. after all, it wasn't the first time you had done this. 

you felt his fingers dancing over your folds, the sensation sending shivers down your spine, making you squirm discreetly on the air mattress. 

“wet. i haven't even done anything yet and you're already like this.” he hummed in your ear, spreading soft and teasing kisses on your neck, his middle finger invading you without warning, making you put your hand over your mouth to stop any moans from escaping.

alex was a born instigator when he knew you were using all your self-control. actually, he liked to test your limits, see how far you were willing to go with him. for him. oh, and you never disappointed him.

the volume was loud, there were screams, chase, the real thriller before everyone's eyes. no one was aware that now turner was shoving two of his fingers inside your cunt, massaging your hidden spot inside your tight walls that wasn't that hidden for him. he knew you too well.

you squeezed the pillow under your head, trying to keep quiet, feeling his chest pressing slightly on your back while he peppered kisses on your cheek and your jaw.

“doing so good for me, pet. so good.” he praised you, withdrawing his fingers, making you whine a bit at the loss of contact. he licked his fingers clean discreetly, looking around to make sure no one was watching.

you could breathe a sigh of relief for a moment, thinking that you wouldn't have to pretend anymore. but alex had more for you, much more.

taking advantage of the fact that everything was noisy because of the movie, no one — not even you — heard him when he unbuckled his belt, fingers working to unbutton his pants and lower the zipper.  he kissed your shoulder again, catching your attention. 

“i want you to warm me up a little." he whispered, his hand already wrapped around his hard length, ready for you.

“now?” you asked, already feeling his tip on your entrance, spreading the wetness all over it. 

“now.” he answered, kissing right above your eyebrow and not giving you time to respond, moving his hips forward, his cock now being wrapped by your warm walls, stretching you. 

you threatened to gasp at the stretch, your body tensed up and he shook his head slightly in a slight warning gesture, his arm going back around your waist, holding you close. your breath shook a little as your toes curled under the covers. your widen eyes looked around, seeing your friends' faces, making sure that none of them had noticed that you and alex were fucking right there.

“ew, that's gross.” you heard jamie commenting in the background, for a second you thought you had been discovered, but he was clearly talking about the movie. alex let out a soft chuckle, both for his comment and for your look of relief.

“gross indeed. right, love?” turner agreed, squeezing your hip, burying his cock inside you, the tip kissing your cervix and making you close your eyes momentarily so you could roll them back under your eyelids.

you nodded, your hand rested above his under the blanket, squeezing it slightly. your legs were closed, trying to get some relief since you can't reach your clit to rub it. it was even difficult for alex to move, even though he wanted to very much. he knew that it was too dangerous, but he loved that adrenaline, to see you struggling, taking him so deep inside you.

turner peppered kisses on your cheek, his hand leaving your waist to move up, passing through your belly and the valley between your breasts until reaching your neck, his fingers wrapping around your throat. it wasn't a very tight grip, but it was enough to add more pleasure to the moment.

“i didn't know you liked being fucked like this, love. you're milking my cock already.” he whispered to you, his thumb tracing the line that outlined and delineated your jaw in a gentle caress, his words and the thrill of being caught at any moment pushed you further and further to the edge.

“don't stop, ‘m close…” you managed to whisper back to him, his cheek rested against yours as he smirks. 

he wished he could fuck you hard like he always does. he wanted to put you on all fours and fuck you until your pussy was swollen and sore so you could feel him for days. but he could be content with that now knowing that you were enjoying yourself, pressing your thighs so hard against each other, feeling your climax approaching.

he thrusted into you slowly and deeply. one, two, three, four times and by the fifth time you were already cumming on his cock, your legs twitching as you buried your face in the pillow to keep from moaning, as if electricity was running through your veins and you were doing the possible and the impossible not to let anyone notice it.

alex stood still for a while, moving meticulously slowly when he felt safe, fucking you through your orgasm, knowing that no one would notice the movement or hear the two of you. and he loved it so much that he already felt he was close, so close that it was ridiculous.

he rested his face on the crook of your neck, taking deep breaths, feeling the faint scent of your perfume and nibbling your sensitive skin. you glanced at him.

“what's the matter?” you asked, turning your face a little, pressing your ass against his hips purposely, his hand squeezed your throat tighter.

“i'm close.” he mumbled, letting out a low chuckle through his nose. you raised your eyebrows, your other hand went up to his hair to comb it back, even though you knew it probably wouldn't budge.

“yeah? i thought you could handle it.” you whispered back to him. you said that like you hadn't just came seconds ago.

“me too. apparently i was wrong.” he pouted and you pouted too, clenching around him, making him swallow a low groan. “stop it.” 

“what?” you asked innocently, clenching around him again. you're still sore and sensitive, but you wanted more. 

“stop fucking clenching around my cock.” he said between gritted teeth.

“or what?” you asked, clenching again and again, your walls tightening so hard around him that he could feel his control slipping away.

“or i'm gonna cum inside this pretty pussy of yours and you're gonna have a hard time keeping it inside of you without making a mess in this bed that isn't even ours.” he explained, pretty methodical. but oh, it was so sexy to hear him saying that, it makes your cunt throb involuntarily.

“i can live with that.” you answered him. that was certainly the answer he wanted to hear, since he pressed his hips against your ass again, the heat making your bodies sweaty under the covers. 

“mhmm, i bet you do. you'll keep it all inside you, won't you? don't waste any drop.” he hissed, feeling his cock twitching as you kept clenching around him, needing to feel him falling apart inside you. his hips bucked slightly a few more times, just enough so he could feel his release hitting him.

his teeth sank into your shoulder to keep from groaning as he painted your walls with his hot load, he hid his face in your back, trying to control his breathing, his vision blurry as he poured everything inside you.

“fuck, baby, you're the best.” he panted softly, kissing your cheek, his nose poking yours. you smiled, satisfied to feel him inside you, the aftermath still tingling on your body as you felt his cock softening inside of you, but he didn't seem to want to let you go now. 

you both stood there, silently enjoying the subtle aftershocks as the movie continued, you both knew there was a big risk of you staining the clean sheet if he pulled out of you slowly.

“have you thought about how we're going to deal with this without raising suspicion?" you asked him, seeing him give a sheepish smile. 

“no, love. you know i usually never think about what might happen next.” he kissed your cheek, then your shoulder soothing the mark of his bite that was etched into your skin like a tattoo. “guess we're going to need to stay like this for a little while longer. not a bad thing, hm?”

you chuckled, bumping your nose on his.

“not at all, baby.”

[twice-inamillion]

Momo in the Studio

Smut (dirty talk, sex, penetration, creampie, sex crazy momo)

Chapter 216

1,570 Words

(OC and Momo spend some time in the studio. They work together on some lyrics but gets messy in the end. 😏)

After arriving in Korea, you have spent most of your time in the studio. The members use their time at the company for dance practice or to work on lyrics for songs they want to submit for the next album.

Momo is one of those who is excited to show you some lyrics she wrote for a potential song.

“Amazing work, Momo. How did you come up with this?”

“Really? It’s good?”

“Yeah, it gives a different vibe.”

“Thanks! Hmm… I went around and asked unnie for help.”

“Nayeon and Jeongyeon?”

“I can’t say, but they gave me some pointers.”

“Thank them because I can see this as a potential song.”

The two of you spent a couple of hours in the studio trying out some potential beats. Momo became interested in the process and stuck to you like glue. “So if you change this, it gives a different vibe to the song? It’s supposed to be a love and hate type of song, but it’s also kind of hot,” as Momo presses her breast to your arm.

“I think we can emphasize more on these words” as you mention the words “Love, I love you, love you, hate, foolish.”

“Yes, like you love someone and hate them too, seems like a hot way to have sex.”

“You must be sex crazy.”

Momo looks at you with lustful eyes, “It’s because I’ve only used my fingers and toys. You haven’t been filling me up as of lately.”

“You know how busy we’ve been. The wedding and the tour.”

She pushes your chair and gets on top of you, “Still, you could have given me a good fucking. Don’t think Jihyo would mind.” You know that she’s teasing you, and it’s working.

She notices you staring at her chest, “Wanna see my tits, Oppa?” Momo doesn’t wait for an answer and takes off her shirt, revealing her beautiful breasts held by a thin bra. She slowly undoes her bra and tosses it onto the nearby chair.

With her large nipple in front of you, it doesn’t take much for you to shove your face to her breast. You attach yourself to her nipple and suckle. Momo moans loudly and says, “Oppa, there’s no milk; I’m not Jihyo.”

You don’t respond and keep on focusing on her breast and move to the other. You place her nub between your teeth and give a slight bite. Momo cries from her nipple getting bitten and digs her nails into your arm.

After detaching yourself, Momo unbuttons your shirt and tosses it to the floor. She gets off of the chair, starts to undo the remainder of her clothes, and moves to remove your pants.

When she removes your boxers, your cock springs out hard. Momo looks at you with hunger in her eyes and says, “fuck, I missed your cock so much.” She gives it a few pumps and gets back on your lap.

You see Momo grab your cock and aligns it to her entrance. You ask, “No foreplay?” Momo looks at your crazed eyes, “No, I just want your cock in me, now,” and lowers herself to take in your head. She moans to the tip of your cock inside her, “Ooh, that feels so good, and it’s just the tip.” She lets the remaining of her weight go, and her cunt swallows your whole length.

“Fuck! You’re stretching me wide open!” Momo arches her back from the sudden pain of your massive cock invading her hungry womb.

She doesn’t hesitate to bounce on your cock aggressively. Momo grunts and moans loudly to your thick cock, spreading her walls wide open. “I hate you; you make me such a bad girl. You make me feel like I’m high.”

You notice her spouting out some of the lyrics of her songs as she rides you like a bull and you decide to tease her a bit. “Why do you hate me?”

Momo, with her hands fondling her massive breasts, yells, “I hate how Jihyo has you wrapped around her little fingers. She shouldn’t have you all for herself; she needs to share with the rest of us!”

She continues to ride your cock as you enjoy the show. Her perfect breast bounces right in front of you, “fuck, Momo. I love your breasts; I just want to milk them dry.”

“Only way you’ll get that is if you breed me,” giving you a smirk.

“You would want that, huh.”

“Yes! I enjoy the feeling of hot cum inside my womb.”

“I want to see you become a complete mess,” place your hands on her butt and stand up. With her arms wrapped around your neck, she holds on for dear life. You begin to fuck her in a stand-and-carry position as you walk to lock the door of the studio. You walk back and press the “recording in session” button to ensure that no one bothers the both of you.

“Make sure you fill me up real good, okay.”

You stand in the middle of the studio and fucking her mercilessly. Momo lets her full voice out as she grunts and moans loudly. “Just like that! Fuck me with your big, fat cock. Mess up that slutty pussy of mine.”

You give her a heavy slap on her ass and increase the pace of your thrusting. She digs her nails deep into your back, “Ahh… you’re going to make me addicted to your cock. Don’t stop, please.”

“Tell me where you like my cock.”

“Ahh… in my cunt.”

“Where?”

“I said in my cunt!

“I can’t hear you.”

“I said, I like it when you fuck me in my tight little cunt with that big fat cock of yours!”

“See it’s not so hard.”

You decide to change up the pace and let her do all the work. Momo uses her strength to bounce on your cock as she avoids falling. “Oppa, don’t let me do all the work; I’m about to fall.”

“You’re doing a good job, Momo. Just keep going, okay?” as you kiss her on the lips. She’s surprised from the sudden kiss and giggles, “Okay, but make sure you give me a reward after for doing all the work.”

Momo continues to bounce on you for what feels like an hour. As time goes by, her rhythm goes slowly, and her breathing becomes heavier. “Oppa, I can’t hold on anymore. My arms are about to give up.” She presses her head onto your chest and is entirely out of energy. You lift her up, pull out and reinsert your cock and do some slow but hard thrusts.

“In or out?”

She lifts her head and shyly whispers, “In.”

You walk towards the couch across the studio and slowly place on the sofa into a mating press. Standing in front of Momo, you get on your knees and tease her with your cock by tracing your head against her lips. With your cock in hand, you slap it on her cunt before inserting it back inside. You hold her legs up to her head and thrust yourself deep inside.

“Oh fuck!! Fuck… fuck… you’re too rough. You’re going to mess me up.”

“You told me to mess you up, so here it is. Take it like a good girl.”

Momo bites her lip as she feels the tip of your cock reaching the deepest part of her womb. She doesn’t resist and whines, “Cum inside me already; I want to feel it in my…”. You don’t let her finish her sentence as you pull out and slam yourself once more. Her eyes widen as she pulls her womb gets pumped with a large amount of thick hot cum.

“Hmm….fuck! Keep pouring that hot baby batter inside my slutty cunt!”

You watch as her belly grows bigger by the amount of cum you’re pouring inside of her. “You’re taking it like a good girl, Momo,” as you watch her satisfied face. You give her one last thrust before pulling out.

“Woah, you look so hot,” as you watch Momo’s creampie. “I really did a number on you,” as she lays on the couch with her legs spread wide open. You see a thick trail of cum oozing out and dripping onto the sofa and on the floor, creating a small puddle.

You walk to Momo and ask, “Hold a peace sign. I want to take a picture.” Momo holds a peace sign with both hands, sticks her tongue out, and rolls her eyes back.

“Haha, you really know how to turn on a guy, huh.”

Momo laughs at your comment, “I wouldn’t know. You’re the only guy I’ve been with.” You can’t help but smile and thank Jihyo for allowing you to play with her “sisters.”

You stare at Momo’s delicious body and see a slight bulge in her tummy. You give her belly a hard press and see a large amount of cum gush out of Momo’s used cunt.

With her two fingers, she traces her folds and collects as much cum as it can hold. She puts it in her mouth and says, “Tastes so good, it’s sweet,” as she licks her fingers clean.

[bangchansgirlsblog]

Hii i love ur work i was wondering if u could do an angst story when ur the fem 9th member and jyp adds another fem member and they start ignoring you yelling at u and acting harsh and only one member is by ur side all the time

Replaceable

-9th skz

Warning: yelling, panic attacks, harsh tones, angst

Pairing: I.N x 9th member

Summary: a new member joins your group and it seems everything starts crashing down when you realize your being slowly replaced.

!not proofread!

Hey thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy this short story lol! Have a good day 🩷

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"Chan? I don't know where you are but I've been outside. Waiting. You promised to pick me up remember? Just text me or call me when you get this." I send the voicemail and let out a frustrated sigh. Had he forgotten to pick you up again? This was starting to become really annoying.

The last time he forgot because apparently the new girl, Haneul, needed help recoding something for the album. I let it go because it was the album after all and I want what's best for the team. But this time I had no idea why he wasn't texting or picking up.

The sky starts to drizzle and I let out a sigh. Slowly starting the walk home. I knew I was going to be soaking wet when I arrive at the dorms so I just put my phone in my bag to avoid it from getting spoilt.

The past few weeks, the schedule was really busy especially now that their was a 10th member. Everyone was trying to make her feel like home even offering her MY room as I took the couch until we were transferred to our new dorm. It was frustrating because now everyone's attention was on her and the fact that the boys were excited for a girl joining got me thinking that maybe they were tired of me.

The rain was pouring heavy now and my tears were too. Last week Han forgot to practice with you because he was with Haneul teaching her the rap part for the new song. Last week Felix forgot that you were making brownies with him and decided to do it with Haneul instead. Last week Changbin double booked his schedule with the recording studio and told me to come at a later date because Haneul needed more attention. LAST week Leeknow took her to the new game park when he had promised me to go with.

Haneul was slowly getting me replaced. The less I talked the more nobody would notice me.

My phone vibrates and I quickly pull out my phone.

"H-hello?" I say into it while snifling.

"Y/nie? Love? Are you there? What's all that noise?" I hear I.N's voice booming through the phone obviously panicking.

"I'm walking home." I sadly say looking at the puddles that had completely got my shoes wet.

"But it's raining dogs and cats outside! Yah! You're going to get sick."

"Chan forgot to pick me up again but it's okay I'm like 2 minutes away from the house."

"Oh baby. Let me make you some hot chocolate and run you a bath."

"You don't have to babe-"

"No I will! Now hurry along please. I want you home safe."

I say a little bye before rushing to get home.

My shoes let out squishy sounds against the hard wood floor as I make my way through the house.

"Where's Chan?" I glare at Changbin who's walking to the kitchen.

He stops and his eyes go wide when he finally sees me. "Oh my God. What happened babydoll?" He gasps at the state I'm in.

"Where. Is. Chan?" I ask one more time. Angry wasn’t even the word that could explain the emotion I felt at the moment.

"His in the studio-"

I walk past him and charge at the studio where I open the door to find him with Haneul laughing at something.

Was he being Foreal right now?

"Chan how could you?!" I say hurt at him causing him to jump and look up at me.

"Y/n? Oh my God what happened to you? Why are you soaking wet-"

"You fucking forgot to pick me up from schedules Where were you huh? Huh?" I frown and glare at him.

He looks panicked as he picks up his phone to check his reminders but his eyes open wide in realization.

"Oh my God- y/nie I'm so sorry. Haneul-"

“It’s okay,” I say not even bothering to fight with him. It wasn’t worth it. It was tiring.

"What’s going on guys?" Leeknow says coming into the room confused.

“Yah! Y/n your getting the whole house wet with your clothes? What’s your problem?” He scolds me.

“I had to walk through the rain and you don’t even care, no need to yell at me.”

The boys all start piling up into the room trying to figure out what the matter was.

"Y/n! Your wet!" Han exclaims

“Yes I think I get the point people!” I groan and shiver as the cold air hits my body.

“Y/n go get change please, now I have to clean up your mess,” Leeknow’s tone is harsh. I can hear it with a tint of frustration.

“Jeez Leeknow you won’t even bother to ask if I’m okay?” I roll my eyes trying to avoid the tears that threatened to fall down my cheeks once again.

He just dismisses me with his hand and walks out the room to do whatever he had too.

“Anyways, Haneul do you still wanna watch riverdale later?” My neck snaps at the direction that Hyunjin stood. Did he just say riverdale?

“Yeah yeah, I hope it’s not too much work but I was wondering if we could also make those little friendship bracelets-“

“Hyunjin did you just say riverdale? That’s our show,” my voice is now soft and quivering. Why would he watch our show with her.

“Y/n don’t be selfish, she’s just watching season one. It’s not a big deal.” He didn’t care. He didn’t care at all.

“We can alwyaks watch another series Hyunjin I don’t mind really-“

“Nah Y/n will be okay she’s just being dramatic like always,”

My breathing started to pick up. I couldn’t hold in the tears anymore. I was cold, tired, hungry and emotional. The sob that left my lips represented all that.

Chan’s eyes go wide when he notices the distress I’m in. “Hey, why are you crying? Are you okay?”

I don’t even bother to answer and just walk past the boys that stood by the door looking confused and worried.

“What’s the matter Y/n? Is it because of riverdale? Please don’t tell me you’re crying over that!” Hyunjin says as his hand grabs mine.

“You guys treat me like such a bother ever since she got here. I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. I’m I boring to you guys now? All of you have been mean or pushing me aside for her. I don’t even ask for much but to have my friends back. If you don’t want me in the group anymore just tell me.”

I’m a mess, I’m a mess. I free myself from his grip before walking up the stairs where I run into I.N. He gives me a smile and realizes the state I’m in. His smile drops.

“Hey- woah woah woah, what’s wrong?” He asks but he was the only one that knew the current position I was in. I had told him the day he saw Chan snap at me when we were learning a new choreography and I had messed up.

“I’m- I’m just tired.” I cry as he automatically pulls me into his arms.

“Don’t cry hmmm. It’s okay I’ve got you okay? Let’s go upstairs and get you showered and changed. Then we can talk about it okay?” He whispers in my ear and I just nod in response.

He pulls me up the stairs and into my room where I find my pajamas laid out and some candles lit. The bathroom was running.

He slowly undresses me and guides me into the bathroom where I sit in the hot bathtub.

“Join me?” I ask well basically whimper. Craving his touch.

He chuckles. “Yeah sure my love. You miss me hm?”

“Yeah,” I softly say before blushing.

He gets undressed and gets into the tab. He leans back as I sit in between his legs. My body slowly meting into his.

He leaves tiny kisses on my naked shoulders while slowly massaging my neck. I find my body relaxing and slowly shutting down.

“Hey do you wanna talk about it now?”

“Mmm, it’s just that Everbody’s been acting so different towards me eve since she joined, I told you this last time but now it’s worse. Sometimes they don’t even acknowledge my existence.” I sigh feeling the sadness start to rise again.

“Baby, I told you last time to talk to them about it. What happened?”

“I don’t know I geuss, I geuss I just don’t want to make them feel like they’re picking.”

“But it’s your feelings that matter

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LMAO THIS IS LIKE ONE OF THE FIRST STORIES I TRIED TO DO, SHOULD I DROP IT?😭