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sunflower-lilac42 · 2 months

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𝟭𝟵𝟲 ; 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 ୨୧

➪ summary: after getting picked 196 in the draft, she thinks she's a failure to her family. her brothers reassure her she's not

➪ warnings: reader thinks she's not good enough, reader is ignored, hate comments

➪ word count: 2.2k

➪ file type: fic - repupload

➪ sunny's notes: i don't remember when i came up with this idea but eh. i remember struggling with the ending so much when i wrote this however long ago and i still am like... i wrote that?

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Pick 196. Pick One hundred and ninety-six. A failure, that’s what she was. How did she fall that far down the draft? It didn’t matter what the real reason was, everyone loved to make up their own reasons. The most popular one being that she was a girl. Apparently, the only redeeming quality about her was her last name and the five other people who shared it with her.

She didn’t even know why they were having this party for her. There was nothing to celebrate. Her mom would argue differently, saying she paved the way for women in the NHL but to y/n? What more did it matter if she was drafted 196?

Standing outside in the backyard, a red solo cup filled with peach tea snapple and a few ice cubes clutched in her hand, y/n watched as everyone interacted with everyone else but her. Aunts and Uncles interacted with her brothers, her mom, and dad caught up with more extended family members, her own friends were off in the corner talking with each other, and her brother’s friends were scattered about all drinking some type of alcohol (except for a few of Luke’s friends).

The only words she had gotten from people tonight were, “Congratulations” and “Sorry you got drafted to the Sharks”

While the Sharks weren’t technically the worst team in the league - there were the Ducks, the Hawks, Columbus -, they sure made the list of bottom-tier teams. It was just another constant reminder that the team that had basically chosen her as a last resort was a crappy one at that, another reminder that she was labeled as not good enough by everyone and their grandma.

She had to get out of there. Everything was starting to become too suffocating. The outcome of the draft, the plethora of news articles, the thousands of trolls wanting to bring her down, the party that was for her but no one seemed to actually be there for her. She maneuvered through the crowd of people, walking into her house.

The moment she stepped into the living, she felt a brief weight of relief wash over her. However, it wasn’t enough, she needed to be alone (with her thoughts). So, she continued her pursuit up the stairs and down the hallway to her own room. Everyone’s doors were closed and hers was as well. She walked in and flopped down on her bed, sighing in contempt.

The room quickly became her safe space for the night. She had a few snacks leftover scattered from when her friends came over earlier in the week, and some unopened water bottles littered about as well. Her bedroom connected to the bathroom so she wouldn’t have to worry about running into someone if she ended up drinking too much water or just had the urge to shower later in the night.

She stared at the picture frame on her nightstand. It was the night of Luke’s draft, everyone was in their jerseys except for her. She was wearing an old white cardigan and a gray shirt underneath it. Her jeans were white as well, a little stain slowly appearing at the top of her knee. She was standing next to Quinn, Luke next to him, and Jack at the other end. She was smiling brightly and in hindsight, she couldn’t figure out if she stood out because of the white she was wearing or the jersey she wasn’t.

She remembered that night, the night she promised herself and silently promised her family members that she would be just like the three brothers. That she would be drafted in the first round, that she could hold up a 6 or a 9 or even a 2, right alongside them in her own jersey. That night she promised her family that she would not let them down, and now here she is two years later doing exactly the opposite of what she wanted to do.

It must’ve been an hour before she heard voices outside her door, one male and one female. The female one was distinctly her mom’s, she knew that before she could even think about it. The other was harder to decipher, there being four males it could’ve been. But the way he talked and the language he used, it was very obvious that the voice had been Quinn’s.

“Mom please, let me talk to her.”

“Quinn, I know how much you want to help… But I think I should handle this one. No offense, honey, but it’s different for her. Not only is she a girl, but she’s your sister, and Jack’s and Luke’s. She’s always going to be compared to you, just like how everyone compares Luke to you and your brother. It’s worse.”

Quinn teared up a little but quickly blinked them away, “Please.”

She sighed, looking between her eldest child and the door to where her youngest was sitting, “Fine. But come get me as soon as she says she wants me.”

He nods and turns to the door himself, knocking softly on it, “Y/n/n?”

“Go away.”

He gave Ellen a look but she only shrugged and walked away, “You asked for it.”

“Come on, bug.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Nugget. Munchkin. Squirt. I’ve got nicknames for days, bug.”

“Come in.”

Quinn pulled on the handle but realized it was locked, “It’s locked.”

“You want to come in, you figure out a way in here.”

He groaned in annoyance, “Please, y/n/n. Just let me in.”

He heard footsteps and then the lock unlocked and he opened the door. She was sitting up on her bed, the frame on her nightstand was now cracked. He frowned before closing the door and making his way over to the bed, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit.”

“It’s stupid.”

“If it’s making you upset, bug, it’s not.”

“I feel like a failure.”

“You what?” Quinn’s heart broke at her confession, “Why would you say that?”

She reached over, grabbed the frame, tracing over the cracks, and watched as a tear slid down her face, onto the glass. She didn’t say anything for a moment, and then she finally spoke, “Because I made a promise to myself that day.”

The boy’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, silently telling her to continue, “I promised myself that I would be just as good as you three. That when I was drafted I could hold my number alongside you. That I could prove that I deserved to be here.”

If his heart wasn’t broken before, it sure was now. He quickly took out his phone to text his brothers to come to her room, asap. Pocketing his phone, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her towards him. She leaned her head on his chest as silent tears dampened his shirt.

He simply kissed her head and rubbed a hand up and down her one arm. A few minutes later they both heard the patter of footsteps and she pulled back to look at him, wiping her tears away, “I don’t want anyone to see me like this.”

“It’s just Jack and Luke.”

“Even worse.”

The two younger boys stood in the doorway, “What’s happening?”

Quinn motioned for them to come in and then close the door. The two followed the directions and both sat on the bed beside the others. Jack looked between his older and his youngest sibling, “You were crying.”

She only nodded and Luke frowned at her response. Moments passed of just silence, no one daring to speak. Jack and Luke desperately wanted to know what had caused their sister to be upset but they were too nervous to ask, so they sat there. And then she said, “It’s fine, guys.”

“It’s not, y/n.”

“Okay, can someone tell us what happened?”

“Noth-”

“She feels like a failure.”

“She what-” “You what-”

Y/n looked down, playing with her fingers to distract herself as the frame still sat in her lap. Luke’s voice cracked, “Why?”

“Because I’m not as good as you.”

“Who said that?”

“Only everyone in the hockey world.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t act fucking stupid, Luke. All of you. You’re on your phones way too much not to see it. The comments, the articles, everything. ‘Oh she only got drafted because she’s a Hughes’ ‘She’s not good enough’ ‘No wonder the Sharks picked her’ God it doesn’t stop. And all because I’m a girl.” More words spewed out of her mouth and the three sat there, silent, not moving an inch, scared that if they did it would trigger her more.

When the tears and other emotions caught up to her, she felt like she couldn’t breathe again. She was embarrassed she had let out her true feelings, ones she knew would hurt them. Quinn reached out for her but she shook her head, “I’m- I’m going to go find mom.”

And then she walked away, leaving the boys in her room, speechless.

ﾟ+*:୨୧:*﹤

Y/n spent the night with Ellen, crying into her arms as she comforted her, questioning whether or not she even wanted to play in the NHL at all. It all seemed useless to her, what good could she do except make herself look like a fool? Ellen was heartbroken at the words that came out of her daughter's mouth but she knew how she felt. It was common for any woman, no matter which sport or which workplace they were in, they feel inferior to those around her.

Slipping from the bed, Ellen made her way downstairs to start making breakfast for y/n. When she got down there, she was surprised to see her three sons already in the kitchen, Quinn making pancakes as Jack helped Luke set up a tray they had sitting on the counter. She ran a hand through her hair before walking over to stand next to her eldest, placing a hand on his back, “Hi Mom.”

“Hi, what are you guys doing up this early?”

“Making breakfast.”

“Okay, let me rephrase. Why are you up so early making breakfast?”

Quinn looked between his brothers before looking back at his mom, “For y/n.”

Jack nodded from his place at the table, “We felt bad for last night.”

Ellen frowned briefly before smiling, “You boys did nothing wrong. It’s just that when you’re constantly compared to your siblings, especially when you're always going to be undermined anyway, it gets a lot. She still loves you.”

They all let a small smile grace their lips turning back to what they were doing. It was only a few more minutes before Quinn was setting the last pancake onto the plate alongside some of her other favorite foods.

They somehow managed to make their way upstairs without dropping the tray and knocked on her door. Their mom called up the stairs, “She’s still in my room!”

The three looked at each other in annoyance at having to now carry the tray slightly further down the hallway. Y/n let out a soft ‘come in’ when she heard the knock and sat up, running her hands through her hair to get it less messy. She looked confused when she saw her brothers enter with a tray full of food, “What’re you guys doing?”

“We made you breakfast,” Jack said happily, jumping onto the bed next to her.

Quinn set the tray down over her stretched-out legs before also sitting down next to her, Luke taking the place near her feet. She tilted her head, “Is it bad?”

“Quinn cooked.”

“Ah, so decent at best.” She laughed a little as she picked up the fork and took a bite of the eggs on her plate.

After she ate a few bites, Quinn spoke up, “We’re sorry for last night.”

She took a sip of her drink and then looked at them, “You guys didn’t do anything wrong.”

“We know, but we’re sorry for not understanding how you feel.”

“And for excluding you at your party.”

She only shrugged and went back in for more of her food, but Jack stopped her hand, “Hey.”

She looked between them annoyed, “What?”

“You’re the best hockey player we know.”

“Sure-”

“It’s true, y/n/n. You have had to put up with so much and you continue to prove yourself to your team and your coach, who cares what anyone else thinks.”

“And you don’t have to prove you deserve to be in the NHL, you do. Whether you know it or not.”

She teared up at their words, tackling Quinn into a hug afterward. Jack steadied the tray, careful not to spill anything onto the sheets. They joined the hug shortly after, smiling at the task of cheering her up was accomplished.

“Thank you.”

In hindsight, it wasn’t the approval of everyone else she needed, not the praise from anyone else, just her brothers. And if her brothers thought she was good enough, she did too.

𝗛𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗘𝗦 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 ୨୧

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 3 months

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request by @brokeaesthetic decided this was probs the best way to go about it 💓

collection of small blurbs for tangerine: reader with fear of spiders, reader pranking him, reader asking what ifs

collection of small blurbs for pietro: reader joking about his hoe phase

— TANGERINE.

wc. 196

People are often one to laugh over your irrational, almost silly fears. In most cases you’re brave - hard as rocks, but the moment you see one of eight-legged insects scatter across your way, you’re out of there. It doesn’t matter how big or small they are, a spider is a spider and you don’t wanna see it. You’d find yourself calling for your boyfriend, calling in your knight to catch it for you. You hated them, but you’d never kill them. It’s not their fault they’re scary. You’d almost always be out of the room, lingering in the hallway as Tangerine finds and catches the spider in a glass. You would talk to him through the door, pestering with questions - asking if he caught it yet. He knew never to show you, to only tip the cup out of the window or door - or if it were a spider too large, he’d be keen to take it to the furthest point in the garden, making sure it couldn’t get back in. Though, he does like it when you need him. He likes to feel needed, even if it’s just to collect a harmless tiny little thing.

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Annoying Tangerine was fun, it was easy. Almost anything could piss him off, and often, it was hard not to piss him off. Anything could make him tick, it was just the matter of what way you were going to do it. In the past, you’d choose to add salt to his tea instead of sugar, or draw on him during the night - often opting for a black, felt-tip goatee or penned, handlebar attachments to his moustache. Sometimes, if you really wanted to annoy him, you’d share how the bikini wax you got earlier that day was from a male cosmetologist. And he’d fall for it every time. But the one that would tick him off most, is when you spoke to him like you were a guy, hitting on him in the crudest ways you could think of. If he were minding his business, eating a banana while doing work bits on his laptop, you’d always, always say, “what that mouth do, ma?” It was simple, but it never failed to crack you up. Another favourite of yours is to fake bang him when his back is to you, rubbing up on him from behind while you whisper some whacky obscenities. He’d push you off, calling you a, “fucking freak.” But you wouldn’t let him get the last word because before you let go, you’d call him your good girl, slapping his ass as if to emasculate him further.

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Sometimes at night, you’d struggle to sleep - many thoughts swirling your mind. The deep, existential ones were common, but you were far more acquainted with the pestering, silly ones. Random little what if’s popping up. Tangerine would be beside you in bed, settled and almost asleep when you break the silence, asking questions as if there were no filter. Anything ranging from, “Would we still date if we didn’t meet when we did?” or “What if there was a house fire. What would you save first? Like what object or thing would you save?” Often opting to the extremes, like, “If you woke up one day and I wasn’t here, what would you do?” or, “What if I suddenly went deaf and blind, what would you do?” To him, these were silly, pointless questions that are a result of no sleep - but he could always tell they’d mean something to you. Even if it was a stupid thought. So he’d scooch closer to hug you under the covers, soothing over your skin as he sleepily whispers to you - telling you those things will never happen, and that he’d love you no matter what happened to you. Always being sure to punctuate it with the emphasis that you need to rest.

PIETRO.

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It was no secret Pietro had been around. His staggering charm and good looks coming to play when it came to bedding women. In other words, he used to be a whore. A few days ago, you and Pietro were in the discussion of what you both used to be like before meeting one another. You chatted and shared stories of your past lives, and upon hearing one of his encounters, you learnt something new about yourself - realising how quick you are to feel envy and jealousy. He shared how he used to have multiple hook ups a day, describing how he’d meet one in the noon, and then a couple girls together at nighttime. It was like he was finding humour in it, laughing about how much of a slut he was. But you were struggling to find anything funny about his stories and it actually pissed you off more than anything. Possessive and territorial - even though you didn’t know him those years ago. So to retaliate, you told him your exaggerated body count, sharing lies of how every day in the month of September, you slept with a new person - telling him in detail the encounters of these strangers. It was all lies, but it helped with the strikes of jealousy you were feeling. And so today, he pulled you aside, a quizzical look on his face as approached the topic running rampant in his mind. “You uh–” he starts, a small chuckle escaping as if to release the nerves. “The other day…” he prompts, waiting for you to give him something. “Yeah,” you nod, also waiting for him to give you something - you had no idea what he meant. He rubs the back of his neck like he was stalling, as if he was having a hard time getting the words out. “When we were sharing stories. Was yours true?” You laugh, caught by surprise. You wildly shake your head ‘no’, unable to stop yourself from the amusement. “God, no,” you pause. “Dude, you pissed me off so I lied.” He chuckles, mirroring you. “I pissed you off?” “Yes. So bad,” you hum, emphasising with a stern nod. “Talking about all those girls– you really bothered me, man.” “Aw,” he playfully coos, the sound almost like he was mocking you. “You got jealous?” he teases, a sly smile slapped across his face. “Shut up,” you fight off a grin, pushing him away when he tries to kiss you. “Get away. You probably have chlamydia.” “Yeah, I caught it from you after you slept with all those people.”

#brokeaesthetic #tangerine #tangerine x reader #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro x reader

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transmascaraa · 7 months

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HIII!, i rlly love your fics and this is my first time requesting one, so, can i get a reader with gaming and lyney that tries to hide her sickness because they don't want to worry them? (pd: they faint at the end, a little of angst and fluff)

multiple characters headcannons!

you try to hide your sickness...

characters: gaming, lyney x gn!reader

author's note: YIPPIEEEEE GUESS WHO GOT HIS MOTIVATION BACK???!?!!?!?? (i am not okay at times) TYSM FOR THE REQ ANON<33 I HAVE A FEW TO DO TONIGHT BUT YEAH IT'S MIDNIGHT OFC I'M FEELING MOTIVATION RN (i have 15 reqs i feel famous i'm literally at 196 followers i'm not okay i got to 100 like a week ago)

☆ Gaming

-you'd try to hide it and he would notice that SOMETHINGGG was wrong but didn't want to push you about it

-he may have asked you if you're okay more than usual but you thankfully didn't realize it

-so one day, he decided to confront you about it

-YET YOU STILL DENIED ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING???

-now he's begging for you to take a break, he hates when you're sick, and js wants to help you as much as he can asap

-but you're stubborn so that's harder for him

-after a few more minutes of "arguing" you stand up with a frown and you want to got to your bedroom.

-unfortunately, just when you stand up, you feel as if you're able to faint. fall to the floor. hit your head on the table. lose consciousness-

-he catches you and immediately lays you on the bed, asking you if you're okay.

-"y-you almost fainted, are you okay, my love?" then he apologized for being "harsh/too pushy" on you even tho he wasn't

-now you're sure that you can't hide it from him anymore...

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✯ Lyney

-he would realize something was wrong before you noticed it yourself

-and he wouldn't confront you immediately, no, he'll wait to see if you'll be brave enough to tell it to him yourself

-so days pass... a few weeks... and in his eyes, you got worse.

-so he sits with you on the couch one day and starts talking to you about something random, getting to the desired topic soon enough.

-he doesn't want to be pushy yet he doesn't know how else to do it

-so you keep insisting that you're fine, that nothing is wrong.

-he was patient tho, he was trying to do everything slow with you, to not rush with anything. that he knows you trust him.

-you get tired of it, and just slowly get up.

-but... you end up almost fainting.

-the only reason why you were still conscious was because lyney caught you on time and just put you on the bed.

-you'd expect him to ask you if you're okay, however...

-"see? you're not alright, mon amour." kissing your forehead with that annoying smirk of his.

-that idiot.

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I REALLY LIKE THIS

i do

i think it's nice tbh

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin fluff #gaming x reader #gaming x you #lyney x reader #lyney x you #genshin x you #genshin x reader #love them both #· nyx's genshin hcs *⁠.⁠✧

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fallenclan · 12 days

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War with ShallowClan? Feels more like theres an internal war about to break out!! Raven’s public violence has been “excusable” so far but cold blooded murder of a cat who’s never not been loyal for roughly 8 years??? I can’t see how this could be seen as a fair punishment for Snap’s refusal to forget their past omg omg I’m so scared and excited to see where this goes!

So! Here's the thing.

(I'm gonna use this ask as a stepping stone to explain the clan's thoughts on all this)

Way back in moon 196, Ravenstar had just been given the name Ravenshade, becoming a warrior not one but TWO moons ahead of schedule, due to how talented and hard-working he was. The clan loved him--he was their newest little prodigy, charming and quick-witted, and pretty much everybody expected him to be a fantastic warrior when he grew up.

Then, that very same moon, Feathersight recieved an omen while he was out gathering herbs--a pawful of shiny raven feathers falling from the sky. Could it have been a natural phenomenon? Sure. But he knew instinctively (as anyone that close to Starclan does) that it was an omen, and though he couldn't parse the meaning of it, he, like most cats, assumed it had something to do with the freshly-named Ravenshade, and brought the message to Cherrystar. News traveled fast about the omen--naturally, it was assumed to be Starclan telling them "hey everyone! see this kid? he's going to be something special!"

Fast forward. Poppyfeather and Ravenshade go out on patrol, and only Ravenshade returns, with remorse written on every bit of his face. He tells everyone how hard he tried to save her, how he wasn't enough. He sits at her vigil alongside everyone else, head bowed and ears back. It's then that Flamefall, Ravenshade's friend and his old apprentice, shyly approaches Cherrystar to remind her of that omen. "Of course!" everyone thinks. "He's not just going to be a great warrior, he's going to be a great deputy! Maybe even a great leader!" And so Cherrystar appoints him as her newest second in command.

Ravenshade serves the clan well as deputy. He's smart, skilled, and good with the apprentices, who think that he's the coolest cat to ever grace Fallenclan with his presence. He remains deputy for many moons until one fateful day, when he goes to visit her in her den and she's dead on the floor. It's a tragedy, but still, the clan celebrates. Not just for Cherrystar's life, but for Ravenshade--now Ravenstar--'s leadership! He truely will be a fantastic leader, if he was chosen by Starclan.

And he is! He's a bit harsh, maybe, but he keeps a tight ship, and the clan has never had so much prey, or had so little trouble keeping rogues and other clan's cats off of Fallenclan territory.

And then... he kills Sandsnap.

Yes, it's... harsh. To put it lightly. But Sandsnap had said, in front of the whole clan, that he still considered himself a part of another clan!Such a thing just couldn't happen. It was unheard of, disloyal, and maybe Ravenstar was right to enact such a punishment. In fact, he almost certainly was! If he was Starclan's chosen one, that meant that everything he did was just an extension of Starclan's will.

Right?

#fallenasks #fallenlore #this one got a little more story-like than i intended but i hope it gets the point across

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twice-inamillion · 1 year

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Nayeon’s First Night

Smut and Fluff (Virgin sex, deflowering, deep penetration, cosplay, creampie)

Chapter 196

(Nayeon teases OC in her school uniform, resulting in a memorable bonding experience.)

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"What do you think?" Nayeon spins around in her school uniform.

"Fuck, you look hot."

Neyeon smiles and bites her lip, "How about we have some fun" as she sits down, spreading her legs open and giving you a fantastic view.

"No, panties," you say to yourself and walk towards her.

"Hey, close the door!"

"No one is going to see us though."

"Still, close it," and you shut the door.

You walk towards her, grab her hand and twirl her around. You pull her close to you, sliding your hand under her skirt, and take a firm hold her ass. Nayeon moans as you give her a nice squeeze, "Fuck, Nayeon. I don't think I can think straight anymore; you're just too sexy."

She looks down at your pants, "I can see that; it seems like you are about to explode in those pants.” She slides her hand down your pants and rubs your groin, causing you to moan.

"Yeah, that feels nice," as you enjoy her touch, but it stops, and you see Nayeon walk back to her bed, sits down, and spreads her legs open.

You see a small glimpse of her slit, which makes Nayeon smirk, "You like what you see?" She laughs when you eagerly nod and teases you, "I've been a bad girl, teacher. This girl might need you to teach her a lesson or two.

"You're right; you've been a naughty girl. I need to reteach you the lesson you missed until you learn it well." Nayeon smiles, and you sit beside her, placing your hand on her thigh. You aim for her neck and begin to kiss her. Nayeon slowly moans in pleasure, "The lesson is in sexual education, right?"

"Yeah, it is."

"Does that mean you’ll look at my naked body?"

You look at her, and you can see her play the role of an innocent student and play along. "Yes; I need to check every nook and cranny, especially here," as you move closer to her inner thigh. "But right now, let's make sure you enjoy yourself," as you kiss her neck.

Nayeon moans every time she feels your lips pressed against her neck. "Ahh, that feels good." Knowing that she is enjoying your touch you slowly push her down and unbutton her blouse, exposing her chest. You kiss her from neck down to her chest, which makes her jerk and moan even louder.

You like watching Nayeon enjoy herself and surprisingly ask you, "Go lower, please." Moving on from her chest, you go towards her tummy and eventually her thighs. When your lips make contact she grabs your head with her two hands and brings you in closer. Your lips touch her inner thighs and you see how wet she is. The moister from her little cunt makes you trace your lips on the trail of nectar back to to it’s source.

When Nayeon feels your lips on her sacred place, she quivers, "Ahh ahh, right there."

You ask, “W want me to make you feel good?"

"Yes, please make me feel good."

You move closer toward her slit and give it a tiny lick; Nayeon arches back from the sudden feeling of your tongue. As you graze her slit you collect the thick layer of nectar.

Nayeon's fingers graze your hair as she enjoys being serviced by you; she moans slowly with every lick. Her reaction turns you on, and you want to make sure that she enjoys it. "How do you like it?"

"Ahh… I… I love it."

"Want to feel even better?"

"Yeah, I do."

"I'm going to go a bit deeper, okay?"

"Yes! Don't stop."

With both your index and middle fingers, you spread her lips apart for better access to her smooth cunt. Your tongue slowly penetrates her slippery flesh, and Nayeon immediately moans. She grabs your hair tightly as she feels your tongue explore her insides. You twist and turn, licking every inch. You go left and right, give her clit attention and repeat the process over and over again. As you repeat this, she gets closer to her orgasm, "I'm going to cum." She holds your head down and shouts, "I'm cumming!" You try your best to drink her love juice, but with her spasms, she doesn't allow you to get a good hold and splashes all over your face.

Once her orgasm dissipates, you spring your head up and she sees your face covered in love juice, "I'm sorry, I moved too much."

"No, it's okay. It happens; it was fun." You then climb onto the bed and aim for her chest once more. You lift her bra, exposing her hardened nubs, and take the right one into your mouth. Nayeon moans as she feels her nipple getting tugged by your mouth, "Ahh… ahh.. it feels good."

You release her nipple, "You're going to feel much better," as you insert two fingers inside her. "Ahh fuck,” and she tightens her walls around your two fingers, but her wetness allows you to move them.

She moans excessively as she gets attacked by her lower and upper body, which doesn't know how to react to the pleasure. "Your tits taste good, Nayeon” as you attach yourself once more. You don’t know for how long you do this but she cums for the second time.

The pressure of her orgasm pushes your fingers back, and a strong stream of love juice shoots out. Nayeon arches her back and spasms uncontrollably. You watch as she rides her orgasm for a couple of minutes. “Ahh… fuck, it…it feels so good!”

Nayeon is left-winded as she tries to control her breathing, she grabs your hand, and you see her lustful eyes. “That was good; please let me service you next. Let me suck your cock.”

“It’s okay; let’s focus on you tonight.”

“Are you sure?”

Yeah, I want to make you feel good.”

“If that’s the case, how about we go all the way?”

“You mean…?”

“Yes, I think I’m ready.”

You are caught off guard but excited at the same time. The both of you have engaged in foreplay many times and even tried to go all the way before, but every time it stops midway. You don’t blame Nayeon since it’s a big step, and you want her to be ready on her own time. “Are you completely sure? I don’t want to pressure you; we can still take it slow.”

Nayeon sways, “No, I want this. I want you; I want to be one with you.”

You can see the determination in her eyes, “Okay, if you ready, I’ll make sure to make you as comfortable as possible, but please let me know if you want to stop.”

“Yes, I’ll let you know. I feel safe here with you,” as she looks around her room. You can’t help but get hard at an innocent Nayeon. You enjoy this part of her since it isn’t something someone older could pull off except her.

You caress her chubby cheeks, “I promise to treat you well.” She gives you a gentle smile and says. “Okay… but that means I’m not going to be the only undressed, right?”

You immediately start removing your clothes, revealing your hardened cock,” Wow, you’re that hard already?”

“Haha, sorry. It’s just that your body makes me like this.” Nayeon looks at you and says,” Good. Glad to hear that your cock wants my body as much as I want yours” making you eager to start.

You slowly aim for her breast and take a tit int your mouth, slowly sucking on it, twisting and turning your tongue. Nayeon moans, her hands not knowing what to do, and instinctively grabs your cock. She slowly begins to stroke you with her large but soft hands. Little by little, she tightens her grip as she feels your cock twitching and throbbing, “It’s so active; is it that excited? Omg, look, it's all wet and dripping white stuff.”

“It’s just that your hand feels so good.”

“Thanks; Jihyo told me you like it when she has a tight grip on it.”

“Oh, so you talked to Jihyo?”

“Just asked her for some pointers, that’s all.”

“So that means…”

“Yeah, I made up the excuse about visiting my parent’s house. I just wanted to have my first time with you where I felt comfortable. Are you upset I tricked you?”

“No, I’m not mad. I didn’t think you would choose to do it at your house, that’s all.”

“I feel calm in my room, and I knew that if it was here, I would be able to muster enough encourage to go all the way.”

Damn she played you, but that makes you want her even more so you kiss her, pushing her against the mattress and share a passionate kiss. You can feel her heart beating faster and faster as the both of you explore each other’s mouths and it feels like forever until Nayeon pulls away.

You see her blushed face, looking up and down, and ask her what’ happened. “It poked me,” as she points at her stomach. You laugh, and she whines, “Don’t laugh; it just caught me off guard. I didn’t think it would be so huge and hot.”

“Well… it’s going to be even hot after you know…” you tell her and gives you a slight smirk afterward. Nayeon then pushes you onto the bed, climbs on top of you, and says, “Wow, the more I look at it, the bigger it seems, haha. How big is it?”

“Hmm… eight and a half or nine on a perfect day like today.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Well… I looked it up, and it said on the internet that the average size is about four to five inches, but yours is much more than that.”

“Oh, really. So you search it up, all on your know hmm…

Nayeon stutters as she tries to say what’s in her mind “Uhh… I… I wanted to know if it was going to hurt,” looking embarrassed.

You can’t be mad at her and ruffle her hair, “Don’t worry. I promise I won’t do something you don’t want.

She lifts her head and says, “Does that mean it won't hurt?”

“I can’t promise you it won't, but I will try my best to make it as pleasurable as possible.”

“Okay, I trust you.” She then pokes the tip of your cock, causing it to flinch, “Haha, it’s definitely too big.I don’t think it will all fit, but I can’t back out now. More like I don’t want to, I want this.” She then gets off and lays on her back andsays, “I’m ready,” spreading her legs open.

You position yourself before her and begin to stroke your cock, trying to get it to its full size. You can hear Nayeon’s heavy breathing of anticipation, “Come on, oppa, you’re taking too long.”

You laugh, “You’re older than me. I should be calling you Noona instead.”

“No, don’t call me that. It makes me feel old. Let me call you oppa like the rest.” You nod and continue. With your cock, ready and hardened, you grab her small waist and pull her towards you. Nayeon gasps when she feels your hot cock on her cold-like skin, causing her to release a small moan.

Wanting to hear more of her moans, you tease her and glide your cock across her lips. Her lips hug your cock as you grind against it. The sight is fantastic as you see Nayeon slowly playing with her tits as you focus on getting her in the mood.

Time passes, both your cock and her pretty pink cunt leak from excitement of what’s to come. “Oppa, I’m feeling hot. I want you in me, please!”

You grab your length and smack it against her precious area, “Omg, oppa. Your cock reaches all the way to my tummy; it's going to break and split me wide open!” You trace the tip of your cock from her belly button to her lips, leaving a trail of precum on her virgin body.

Nayeon’s pussy is completely wet and ready, so you align yourself to her entrance. Just before you push the tip in, she stops you, “Wait!”

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Yes, it's just that I want to remember this moment forever. Can we record it?”

You’re surprised by her request, leaving you absentminded. “Are you okay with that?”

“Yes, please. Can you do it for me?”

“Sure, anything for you.”

Nayeon points out where her camera is, and you place it on top of her nightstand, pointing it toward the bed. You turn on the camera, press the record button, and you hear, “Oppa come to the bed quickly. I want you! I can’t wait any longer.”

You rush to the bed stand in front of her, “Oppa, all of this is yours,” as you see her fingers spreading her lips open, giving you a perfect view of her intact hymen. The thin layer of flesh proving her virginity hypnotizes you, making you come closer to her as it calls for your cock.

“What do you think, oppa? I saved myself for the man I love.”

“I love you, Nayeon. I love everything about you; I’m sorry for making you wait.”

“If you’re really sorry, take responsibility and make me your woman; shape my womb to your size; it belongs only to you!”

No words are needed as you preads her legs more, allowing easier access to her cunt. You align your length to her entrance, only millimeters away from her sacred place.

The both of you look at each other, signaling to each other that you’re both are ready and with that, you push the tip of your cock inside of Nayeon, only stopping when you are met with the thin barrier.

She gasps as the first few inches penetrate her body; Ahh.. ahh… it’s not that bad; I thought it would hurt mo…” She can’t finish her sentence as a burning sensation covers her whole body, “Ahh fuck! Your cock is breaking me apart!”

You pressed the tip of your cock against Nayeon’s hymen and gave it a hard thrust, causing it to tear completely. Nayeon to shouts in pain as she’s being toren. Her walls on the other hand give you no resistance as it completely welcomes you. With Nayeon in pain, you get back on the bed and kiss her, switching her attention and kiss her instead.

After a while, you open your eyes and see a long tear fall from Nayeon. She opens her glossy eyes, “Thank you.”

“I’m sorry I hurt you.”

Nayeon sways her head, “It’s okay. I would do it again if it meant being connected to you and becoming one.”

“You’re right, we’re finally one.”

Nayeon looks down and sees a large bulge in her tummy, “Is that your cock? You nod your head, which causes you to move slightly, “Oh fuck, I can definitely feel it inside of me.”

You look down and see an inch remaining, “Are you okay?”

“Yes!” I'm fine.”

“Okay, I’ll start moving slowly,” as you slightly pull out, feeling the texture of her walls around your cock. Nayeon releases a slight moan and automatically feels embarrassed, “Oh my god, that hurts, but feels good, too.” You grab her hips to get a better position and thrust your cock all the way, making her grunt. “Oh my god!”

“Did it hurt?”

“Fuck, you just hit the end of my womb.”

Nayeon sees you laugh and pinches your arm, “Don’t laugh!”

“I’m not making fun of you, I just think it's cute.”

“Haha, you think it’s cute with your cock inside of me?

“Yep.”

“You’re funny.”

“Are you ready for me to continue?” Nayeon nods, and you begin to thrust slowly, her walls clamping onto you. She holds onto your arms as she feels her insides getting stretched out every time you move. After some time, you increase the pace and hear Nayeon moan out your name, “Fuck, you're stretching me out!”

“You’re doing a good job, my little bunny.”

“Oppa, please. Make me cum, cum together with me.”

Those words motivate you, and you place her on your lap, making Nayeon to wrap her legs around your waist. You hug her tightly, increasing the pace every couple of seconds until she starts to spasm, “Oppa, I can’t take it anymore, I’m about to cum!”

“It’s okay, let it all out, cum, I’ll hold you” As you hug her even tighter, She curls her toes and bites your neck. “Hmph… hmph!” You feel a strong stream of liquid cover your cock and your base. Nayeon shakes violently as she reaches her orgasm, making Nayeon tilt her head back, “Ahhh oppa, I’m cumming!”

All you hear after her orgasm is her heavy breathing, Nayeon motionless and semi conscious. You place her back on the bed, letting her rest after a great job, but she grabs your arm, “Oppa, I can feel your cock throbbing inside of me, I know you’re about to cum.”

“You want me to pull out?”

“No! Cum inside of me. I’m on the pill. So cum in me as much as you want. I want to feel your seed in me.”

You position yourself better and move Nayeon into a mating press, thrusting inside of her at a fast pace. Nayeon moans uncontrollably as her tits bounce to your thrusting, “Fuck, Nayeon! I’m about to cum!”

“Yes, cum inside of me, please! Fill me with your seed!”

“I’m going to shape your womb to my size and drown it will my baby batter!”

“My womb is all yours, for your personal use; you own it, breed me, fill me whenever you want!”

That’s all you need to hear as you explode inside, “Nayeon! Take all my cum! Let me breed you! Have my child!” you say instinctively. A large wave filled her walls, rushing to her womb and filling it instantly. Nayeon tilts her head once more, but this time making her eyes roll back from the ecstasy she feels. You don’t know how long it takes to fill her womb, but you feel her insides draining the energy out of you.

“Ahh… ahh fuck… I think you could have gotten me pregnant if I didn’t take the pill.”

“You know I would take responsibility if you did.”

“I know, babe, but I want to make up for the lost time. I want to wait.” You kiss her forehead and detach yourself from Nayeon, slowly pulling out your cock.

You could tell that Nayeon didn’t want to let go as she walls try to hold you in, but you're tired with the load you just released.

You pull the last remaining inch of your cock you see a mixture of blood and cum oozing out of Nayeon’s deflowered pussy.

“I feel so full,” pressing her tummy and making more of the mixture of cum gush out. Nayeon looks down and sees the puddle of cum on her bedsheets, “Was all that cum in me just now?”

“Yup, want me to give you some more?” She laughs and says, “You still want to go another round? Let me rest a little, you just took my virginity…” and sees your cock spring back to life after hearing the magic word. “Hmm… I guess the members were right, you do a deflowering kink, huh” giving you a small smirk.

You try to avoid the question, but your member doesn’t lie as it is back at full length. “If you’re that horny, I guess we can go again, spreading her legs and arms wide open, welcoming you again.

The both of you go another set of rounds, this time lasting a bit longer than the rest. Nayeon was able to reach another orgasm, and you bust another load. You repeat this twice until Nayeon is completely exhausted, “Oppa, hug me to sleep. I’m tired.”

You wrap your arms around her, and places her head against your chest. Out of habit, your hand reaches for her head, and you begin to caress it, causing her to close her eyes slowly.

Minutes pass, and Nayeon can’t seem to go to sleep; she rustles around and asks, “Can I ask you for a favor? I’m unsure if it sounds weird but can you go back inside me?”

Her question catches you off guard, but you’ll do anything for Nayeon. You nod your head, and she immediately grabs your cock and wakes it up from its slumber. Once it’s hard, she aligns it herself and all you got to do now is to insert yourself back inside of her. She moans as you push yourself back inside, her walls welcoming you back home.

“Ahh, much better, I think I can get used to this,” says Nayeon closing her eyes, falling fast asleep. With Nayeon in your arms, you make a promise to yourself to make up for the lost time between the both of you. “I’m going to make sure we do what we couldn’t do back then. I’m going to protect you, my little bunny,” as you close your eyes, fast asleep.

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