#but i couldnt be silent any longer

[groovyace]

Let's do this one more time REDHOOD REDESIGN YIPPEEEE 🎊🎉🎊🎉

I will be posting notes on the design choices in this one later. Screaming into the void.

[isuggestwishcraft]

AND THEY WERE A HUGE BITCH

[pittrabbit]

warning: angst, fluff, resolution of feelings yay, kissing, a lot of smut, p in v sex, not proofread!!!!, age gap (think 28 and 49), horribly incorrect medical terminology, made up lore about jack's former wife.

summary: after finally snapping at jack, he does something he'd never done before: he grovels. finally allowing himself to let someone in, he chases after you in hopes of doing things right this time around.

word count: 4.3k

part 1

only a few days passed after that last, unfortunate, encounter with you before another harsh day made its way to the ER.

jack couldnt help but worry about you on the harder days at the job. you'd gotten to know each other well enough for you to know each other's coping mechanisms. you knew about his therapy, about his habit of coming in to work when sleep couldn't find him. and in turn, he knew of your loneliness, of your inability to decompartmentalize your emotions after a particularly difficult shift.

this worried him as soon as a massive casualty hit the ER. it had been a car crash. a blunder involving a drunk driver and a truck packed with a family of six. only one survivor — a six year old little girl. it had taken the entire day, with tireless attempts at saving the family, at saving the drunk driver and his passenger, but it was all futile.

you worked along each other, ignoring any issues between you as you attempted to save a young 12 year old boy with head trauma. it was grueling, an impossible case to deal with. and it all proved useless, resulting in the outcome jack saw coming within an hour of working the case. but he continued upon your insistence, realizing you were crashing out and wanting to be there to catch you.

after it was all said and done, he trailed after you, watching from afar just in case. he wanted to ensure you were fine, even if it was from a distance.

it was a selfish need, but he seemingly couldn't help his selfishness when it came to you.

it was surprising to him when you accepted princess' invitation to join the crew in some after-work drinks at the park. it meant he no longer had to keep his distance. it meant he could at least save himself from worrying about your mental state as you went home alone, that he could make sure you could decompress before heading home.

and so now he sat there, beer in hand as he actively avoided looking your way.

he didn't want to be obvious, didn't want to make you uncomfortable or like he kept you under close watch. he had already been scared that you'd leave as soon as you realized he was tagging along. so he wanted to keep his distance, or to at least make you think that he was.

one by one, people began leaving, all while you stood there, mostly quietly nodding along to people's jokes and commentary about the hard day.

in the end, it was only you, jack, robby, and collins left. the more people that left, the harder it was for jack to not zero in on you, to not want to go up to you and grovel, to take the chance that you were finally in his vicinity to make things up with you.

robby — a smart man — and collins — an even smarter woman — took his silent pleas into consideration, eyeing each other before getting up from the bench they were sharing with jack. collins went to give you a quick hug as a goodbye, insisting you take her seat on the bench. knowing you'd hesitate, she guided you despite your lighthearted objections.

robby was the last to say goodbye, offering his friend a subtle nod in encouragement before leaving you on your own.

the silence was heavy, creating warmth in the otherwise chilly atmosphere of the park.

jack remained silent for a few moments, still facing forward as he sipped at his beer.

"kid," he broke the silence, giving you space to speak.

"can we ... can we not talk? i just, i don't know if i can handle talking to you right now," your voice was broken as you said it.

it made jack's heart clench, in pain at the fact that today's events weren't the only reason why you were hurting. it was because of him too.

his body turned to yours on the bench, finding you shelled off, shrinking into yourself as your legs pressed together and you looked down at your lap. it took him a moment to realize you were crying, small sniffles leaving you before a sob escaped your lips.

"fuck, kid ... c'mere," he grabbed his leg off the bench, scooting to your side and wrapping his arm around you.

surprisingly to him, you leaned in, allowing yourself to nuzzle into his chest while he pressed kisses against your hair, humming in a comforting manner as he remained pressed into your hair.

"i- i don't-"

"you don't gotta say anything. just stay here," he reassured, "i'm here, kid. i'm always here."

you stayed silent for a beat or two, "are you, jack? because it really hasn't felt like it lately," you pulled away just enough to look up into his eyes, finding them glassy just like yours.

his gaze averted, swallowing as he attempted not to let the shame show in his features. thing was, you had a point. jack was very well aware of how hot and cold he'd been with you, how little explanation he'd given you for it.

and though he'd been trying to make up for it, he had felt too ashamed to even try and be assertive about it all. communication, something he valued incredibly (specially after all those visits to his therapist), had failed him any time he tried to let himself get closer to you. he felt like a hypocrite telling robby all about therapy and letting himself be vulnerable, all while he did anything but.

truth was, it had been a very long time since he'd felt like this. it had been twelve years since the passing of his wife, an event that had altered his life beyond belief. it had only been a year since he'd stopped wearing the ring to work, advice given with some hesitation by both his therapist and robby. something about needing to move on, to stop being stuck in the past.

it didn't prove useful for a while. it certainly opened up doors for women flirting with him any time he found himself at a bar or outing with his coworkers, but he never really engaged with it, not feeling quite ready for it.

but then he met you.

the effect of meeting you had been almost immediate, he just hadn't realized it until later. and it was this realization that led to him ruining everything.

he cared about you far too much far too quickly. when he finally came to realize it, he knew he was in too deep and completely unprepared for his feelings. attempting to bring it up during therapy had been futile, as he had already made up his mind to let you go, to keep you at an arm's length even if it ended up hurting you both in the process.

you were too young, too new, too polished — and that was completely ignoring the fact that you were his subordinate. being with him would mean dirtying you up with all his issues, forcing all of his trauma on you, showing you the ugly parts of himself that had not seen the surface since his wife had passed. and even then, he'd only gotten worse with time, even more closed off. even his wife wouldnt have been able to handle the dark cloud constantly hanging over his head.

he kept it hidden. he told jokes, encouraged students, was there for his friends, but beneath the surface was too much for him to unravel in front of you.

but pushing you away clearly hadn't been the solution.

because now he found himself even more miserable than before. and even worse, he found you destroyed by his actions, crying as he held on to you late at night on a public park.

"i'm here, kid. i'm always here, you know that," he finally answered your question, pulling you even closer, perhaps more for his own sanity than yours.

you continued looking at him, a knot in your brows and a pouty lip sticking out, giving him the look of a petulant child.

"you can't do this, jack," you shook your head, correcting yourself, "i mean, doctor abbot. sorry, force of habit."

he shook his head slowly in return, lifting up a hand to your cheek and making you turn to him, "hey, it's jack to you, okay? none of that formality bullshit."

you scoffed, "how- how am i supposed to read you, jack? how do i know when you're doctor abbot to me or when you're jack? i'm ... i'm so tired of this. i don't think i can do this anymore," you paused, scooting back slightly so you could look at him better. you swallowed and looked away for a brief moment, as if you needed to build up the courage for what you were going to say next, "i applied at a hospital next town over to continue my rotation there. they, uhm, they called me yesterday. i just need to sign the papers and then-"

"what?"

he turned serious, harshly grabbing his prosthetic off the floor and putting it on before standing up with conviction. chuckling with bitterness, he ran his hand down his face, turning to you as he paced in front of the bench you'd been sitting on.

"you're, what, you're leaving? its- it's that easy for you?"

then you turned serious, anger invading your features before you got up and stood in front of him, chin tilted upwards as you spoke.

"easy? you think this shit is easy for me? i've been here for almost a year. i love everyone here, but you- god, you're driving me fucking insane. what do you even want from me?," you ranted, hands flying up and down as you spoke with conviction, "first you teach me, you take me under your wing, you treat me as your favorite, and you- you make me think that maybe you might even like me" you paused, looking away for a second with insecurity behind your eyes, "but you were too much of a coward to admit it to yourself and decide to shun me instead? you push me away, refuse to teach me, fuck, you acted like you hated me — no, but here's the kicker! when i do the same in return, that's when you decide to switch it back up on me? what am i supposed to do with that, jack? i can't deal with this anymore, i can't-"

jack had heard enough. truly, he had heard enough five seconds into your rant, but he'd never seen you speak with such emotion. he knew you needed this, to get all your anger for him out of your system so you could complete the cycle of emotions you were going through because of him.

it was just that he needed to get something out of his system too.

taking two determined steps towards you, his hands went up to your cheeks, engulfing almost the entirety of your face in between them before pulling you towards him.

kissing you had been the most decisive thing he'd done since meeting you. no overthinking, no faltering, just doing what he'd been too ashamed of even picturing for the past months in which he'd known you.

the kiss turned intense almost immediately, invading his every sense as he coaxed your lips open with his tongue before slipping it inside. you sighed, finally allowing him to feel your hands on him when you brought them up tot he back of his head, toying and pulling at his hair any time he'd suck on your tongue.

the sounds you released against his lips had him breathing in deep, almost as if buffering at the effect you had on him. his hands came down to your lower back, pulling you against his body, ensuring no space would be left between you.

admittedly, jack was not expecting you to pull away within mere moments of what he would've called a life-changing kiss. his lips chased yours for a few seconds before realizing what was happening, opening his eyes to find your eyes on his.

"n-no, jack! i can't do this, i can't just- i need something better than this. i deserve better," you reprimanded, but you didn't pull away. you stayed in his hold, with your hands now lying on his chest.

jack took a deep breath, giving himself a moment to enjoy the light breeze around you before zeroing in on your eyes. it was imperative to him to always look you in the eyes, to have his entire focus on you as he spoke to you.

"you're right. you deserve better," his hands went up and down your back in a comforting manner, "and i'll give you better. i'll give you anything you want."

"how am i supposed to believe that?"

you looked away, staring down at your feet due to the intensity of his gaze, but he wasn't having it. his hand went up to your chin, encompassing it between his thumb and his index finger as he lifted up your chin so you'd face him again.

"hey- hey, eyes on me. i- i cant explain what i feel for you, okay? i've been a fucking idiot, and i know i don't deserve another chance, but i do care about you. more than i can even understand," he began, not once leaving your eyes, "i did this all wrong. i didn't want you wasting your life with an old man like me, with someone who doesn't even know how to love anymore," his hand went up to trace your cheek with his thumb, "but i was wrong. and if you let me, i'll prove it all to you. what do you say, kid? will you give me another chance?", he practically pleaded, taking a deep breath before speaking again, "i love you, kid. i need you to at least know that."

you stayed silent for a few moments, scaring the fuck out of jack as you did so, but then you looked back up to him with a smile.

"you know, if we're gonna do this, maybe it's time you stop calling me kid, you old man," you nodded at him.

in disbelief, he laughed, shaking his head at you, "yeah? that's all you got out of this?," he laughed unlike he usually did, with jubilation that was unfamiliar to him, "hmm, how about 'baby,' then? huh? or 'honey'? 'sweetheart'? you gotta give me ideas here, kid. i don't know what the youth's saying nowadays."

laughing along with him, you nudged him in faux annoyance, "stop talking like that, you're not 70!"

he interrupted your teasing by burying his face in your neck, kissing it lightly a few times before reaching your lips, shutting up your laughter with his tongue in your mouth.

you fell into the kiss easily, moaning into his mouth when he deepened it and pulling him closer by twisting your fingers in his hair.

"hmm," you hummed when you pulled away, "i love you too, by the way. in case that wasn't completely obvious by now."

"i think i might need some proof, kid," he teased.

rolling your eyes, you scoffed, "again with the kid-"

but he interrupted you again with another kiss, this time heavier, this time more lustful. his hands traced your jaw, holding it in place so he could explore your mouth as he pleased.

your reaction to his touch, to his kiss, were nothing but euphoric to jack. you melted into him, humming and sighing at every swipe of his tongue against yours. jack pulled you closer by your hips, causing an incidental grace of your hips with one another. this pulled a groan from jack, who was already beginning to harden and knew he was a gone man upon the very first touch of lips.

"kid, i-"

"take me home, jack," you sighed, eyes closed and lips scraping by his own, not allowing him an answer before your tongue snuck out and licked at his top lip, sucking it lightly afterwards.

jack lost his sanity then, but he was fortunately well trained for such moments. he had a soldier's ability to remain stoic whenever necessary.

but the military didn't train him for how to deal with you.

so he caved.

"are you sure?", he tried to keep his composure, to think reasonably for the two of you.

your lips went south, reaching his jaw and then his neck as you kissed and sucked at it, moaning into his skin as if you were the receiver of the pleasure.

"please, jack," you reached his ear then, teeth scrapping his lobe, "i've been waiting for so long."

for the first time in more years than he could count, jack shuddered, a heavy exhale leaving him at your tongue suddenly licking at the shell of his ear. his hands gripped your hips, pushing you up against the hardness between you as he groaned.

"you want to kill me," he huffed, giving in.

"take me home so i can finish the job," you continued, relentless in ruining him.

he nodded, breathless, utilizing herculean effort to separate himself from you and grabbing your hand, leading you in the direction of his car parked a couple blocks away.

once in the car, you didn't want to keep your hands off him, pulling him in for another kiss before he could even fasten his seatbelt.

"you're going to make us end back at the ER, honey," he grumbled between kisses, hand on your wrist as you pulled his head towards you.

"fine, i'll calm down," you sighed dramatically as you pulled away (much to jack's hypocritical dismay)

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"you know, i always pegged you as someone a someone a little more shy," jack attempted to speak as you pushed him up against the wall of his apartment.

"yeah? you feel i'm taking advantage of you, doc?", you jested back, a cheshire cat smile on your slips as you had your way with him.

jack's hands remained on your waist, pulling you close while you peppered kisses down the length of his neck. they reached under your scrub top, feeling the warm skin at the dip of your back, groaning at the softness found there.

"take as much advantage as you want," he hummed after a few moments of silence, just taking in every touch you blessed him with.

your mouth creeped north reaching his ear, hands now under his shirt and tracing at the skin of his abdomen. breathing against his ear, you kissed it, whispering into it, "but what if i want you to take advantage of me?"

"fuck, kid ... you're going to kill me," but despite his words, his hands wrapped around you, nudging you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist.

it was a bit of a messy trek, but you made it to his bed in one piece, being settled down on it with gentleness. refusing to let jack get too far from you, your legs remained around him as he threw off his shirt, hastening in removing his prosthetic, shoes, pants, and leaving only his boxers on. he watched you intensely as he undressed, all while you made sex eyes at him, biting your lip and swallowing at every new sliver of skin uncovered.

"you look like you want to eat me," he chuckled, climbing the bed and kneeling on top of you, using his hands to lift himself up above you.

"there's a lot of things i want to do to you," you sighed back, lifting your head so you could steal a kiss, pulling him down by grabbing the back of his neck.

desperate for more, your legs fully wrapped around his back, pulling him down so your middles could connect. this earned a groan directly into your mouth along with a whine of your own. luckily jack took the hint, beginning to gyrate his hips against your own, giving you the desired friction despite your scrub pants and his boxers being in the way.

"oh, god, jack ..." you sighed, mouth open and allowing jack access to suck your tongue.

your hands became antsy, scratching at his back in anguish at the pressure you were craving in your stomach. meanwhile, his own hands slipped under your shirt once more, hesitant in pulling it up before you aided him in the act, lifting yourself up a bit in order to throw it off.

under it, he found a lacy bra, baby pink and contrasting against your skin perfectly. it was comfy, not too much, but it had a cute little bow in the middle, giving jack whiplash as he stared down at you dumbfounded.

"fuck, kid," he shook his head in disbelief, "i dont know if i can handle you," his lips lowered, kissing at your collarbones, dragging his kisses to your sternum and ending up at the top of your breasts.

"what, old man, you're gonna tell me you're out of practice?", you teased as you reached behind you to pull your bra off, making jack freeze against your chest for a second before allowing himself to look at your nude upper half.

"you're a fucking dream, kid," he huffed, voice in a complete state of incredulity. he then leaned down again, kissing at your breasts, licking and biting and sucking, taking in every moan that left your lips while his hips took on a slow and steady pace as they ground into yours, "don't even know where to start with you."

"just fuck me," you cried, pulling his head back up to your lips, "i want you so bad, jack."

he groaned at this, but even more so when he felt your hand reach down to his boxers, one hand slipping inside and gripping his dick while the other scratched at the hem, pulling down the fabric.

"you sure, baby?" he had to check one last time, though he knew he wouldnt be able to take it if you made him stop now. he had never felt this needy, like he'd die if he didnt get more of you.

you nodded with desperation, furrowed brows and pleading eyes staring up at him in a ruinous manner.

shuffling so you could remove your scrub pants and panties from under him, you finally ended up fully nude and ready, gasping when you felt his fingers run through the wetness between your legs.

jack grabbed at himself, positioning his dick right against your cunt and finally pushing in with a heavy grown.

dropping his head against your neck, he took a deep breath, groaning at the feeling of finally entering you.

"jack ... fuck, jack, you feel so good," you were delirious as you said it, nails already running down his back.

in the meantime, jack was in heaven. he hadnt felt so lightheaded in years. your mere touch already had his heart going a mile a minute and his brain turning off, but the feeling of you like this — warm, wet, welcoming — made every bit of misery in his life become worth it.

"fucking perfect ... that's it, baby, take it for me," he began moving, hips creating that slamming sound of skin that he'd grown so unfamiliar with.

the man above you lost himself in the pleasure, grunting in tandem with every thrust and wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you as close to him as possible, breathing in the natural scent of your skin.

and even though the pleasure was unimaginable, jack simply wanted more, wanted to have you louder, more broken for him. he'd always been a bit of an overachiever, after all.

softly, he pulled out, shushing you when you whined at the separation and getting you on your hands and knees. his hands massaged the skin of your hips, dipping your back lower so you'd arch it even more for him and groaning at the sight.

"look at you ..." he mumbled almost to himself.

then he entered you again, now deeper, heavier, adding more pressure to your belly and making you immediately wail at the feeling. that's when jack truly lost himself. completely drunk on the feeling, jack hammered into you, huffing and puffing at the overexertion of energy he was currently displaying.

"i'm gonna cum, jack, shit ..." you said with an uncharted desperation, only making jack speed up, knowing that the moment you came, he was gone.

and he'd been right. as soon as your climax took over you, you pulled him right down with you, forcing him to spill inside you without the ability to even warn you. you'd taken him by surprise as per usual.

there were, once more, complaints from you when he finally pulled out of you, leaving the warmth of your skin to clean himself up and wipe up any of his remains that spilled out of you. he just tutted at you, but still hurried himself up so he could finally lay down with you, have that intimacy he'd craved from you since day one.

side by side, jack felt offended by any amount of distance, pulling you as close as possible while his hands traced at the curve of your hips, grabbing your leg and throwing him over his waist so any distance would be eliminated. your hands played with his chest, fingers tracing figures at the expanse of it while you smiled shyly at him.

"how you feeling, gorgeous?"

you muffled a giggle by pressing your face into his chest, kissing the skin once, twice, before leaning up for a kiss on his lips.

"better than i've felt in a very long time. how about you, old man?", you hummed into his lips.

"never felt better."

"you just had to one-up me, didn't you?" you scowled falsely at him.

he tsk'd at you in fake annoyance, a very common display from him, "gotta keep you on your toes, kid."

note: did not know how to end it lol and its also not proofread but i hope you enjoy anyways!

[lisasmuts]

BlackPink's Getogether

Lisa x rosie x jisoo x jennie

20k words

(Debt lisa inviting her band mate to taste Y/N's magnificent cock)

( SO before we start this, I want to apologize, i am very very sorry, this story got ruined as i got sick very badly sick i couldnt write it anymore and now i am uploading this half written hopefully you guys like whatever i wrote, in the end of this half written story it is a mess in writing so please ignore it, please ignore all the bad writing considering my bad health. 😔😔😔😔 I am very sorry and sad i couldnt deliver a good story. )

It was yet another weekend, and lisa was already at yn’s doorstep waiting for him to open the door on a Saturday morning. A radiant smile blossomed on lisa’s face as she stepped into yn’s home, her heart fluttering with anticipation. The moment they were alone, she found herself swept into his strong embrace, her body melting against his. With a content sigh, she nuzzled into the crook of his neck, reveling in his warmth and familiar scent.

“Oh, yn, I’ve missed you so much,” she murmured, her fingers trailing delicately along the contours of his muscular frame. “I’ve been thinking about you non-stop since the last time we were together.” Pulling back slightly, she gazed up at him with eyes shimmering with adoration and unbridled desire. “I need you, yn… I need you to take me, to claim me as yours. Please, don’t make me wait any longer.”

Overcome by her passionate plea, yn crushed his lips to hers in a searing kiss, his hands roaming hungrily over her curves. Breathless, lisa returned the kiss with fervent ardor, her body buzzing with anticipation. Without breaking contact, they stumbled towards the bedroom, their shared craving for one another burning even hotter.

Once inside, yn wasted no time in stripping lisa bare, his touch igniting sparks of electric pleasure across her sensitive skin. She whimpered and trembled under his ministrations, her eyes shining with adoration as she surrendered herself completely to his possession. Falling back onto the bed, lisa spread her legs eagerly, silently begging him to take her and fill her to the brim.

“Ohhh, yn,” she breathed, her voice thick with longing. “Please, don’t hold back my love my daddy – I missed you so much my love.”

With a guttural growl, yn plunged into her welcoming heat, his hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm. Lisa cried out in ecstasy, her back arching as she was claimed over and over, her body singing with blissful abandon. Yn’s grip tightened, his hips surging forward as he claimed her in a series of deep, reverberating thrusts. Lisa’s back arched, her nails raking down his back as she cried out in ecstasy. Yn’s relentless pace drawing out wave after wave of mind shattering orgasms from lisa’s trembling form. Their lovemaking was frantic, desperate, a tangle of limbs and breathless moans. Yn pounded into her relentlessly, his thrusts deep and unforgiving, yn keeps drawing out wave after wave of shattering ecstasy from lisa’s trembling form. For hours, they were lost in a haze of insatiable passion, their bodies joining in a primal dance of lust. Lisa’s cries of ecstasy echoed through the room as yn relentlessly drove into her, drawing out orgasm after mind-shattering orgasm. The afternoon passed in a haze of frenzied lovemaking, yn’s primal lust utterly consuming them both.

By the time evening fall, lisa was utterly spent, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat. Hours later, as the sun began to set, lisa found herself in the kitchen preparing dinner. However, she was hardly able to focus on the task at hand, for yn had come up behind her, his strong arms encircling her waist. Lisa could feel the weight of his hardness nestled so firmly between her ass cheeks, and a shiver of anticipation ran through her. Glancing over her shoulder, she met his smoldering gaze, a coy smile tugging at her lips.

“So, daddy, I’ve been keeping count,” she purred, her hips subtly rocking back against him.

“You drew out fifteen delicious orgasms from me today,”

“Fifteen orgasms, Hmm??” yn murmured, his breath tickling her ear.

“I must be getting better at this.”

Lisa let out a soft, breathless laugh. She added, her hand drifting to her belly, “Better? You’ve had me trembling and begging for mercy all day ahahah. And I lost count of how many times you emptied yourself inside me.”

Yn chuckled, his hips rocking gently against her. “Well, a man has to keep his woman satisfied, doesn’t he? Though I must say, you do make it rather easy.”

Lisa nuzzled against him contentedly, basking in the afterglow of their shared indulgence. Lisa’s heart swelled with love and adoration for this man who consumed her so completely. She knew she could never be without him, her body and soul forever entwined with his own. There was nowhere else she’d rather be than right here, in his arms, utterly claimed and adored. Her heart swelled with unparalleled joy, for she knew she would never be satisfied, never be whole, without him.

Later in the night after eating the dinner together. With a contented sigh, lisa nestled deeper into yn’s embrace on the bed, her body humming due their passionate lovemaking. She traced lazy patterns along the firm planes of his chest, savoring the warmth of his skin against her own. Though their earlier tryst of the day had been frantic and desperate, but right now this slow, gentle rhythm they’d fallen into now was equally captivating. Lisa sleeping on top of yn and yn slowly and very gently grinding his cock inside her pussy.

“you know, daddy,” she murmured, her voice soft and honeyed, “I could stay like this forever. This… this is what I dream of, being here with you, feeling you inside me.” Her hips rolled in a languid grind, drawing a soft groan from yn’s lips. “They way you make me feel, it’s like nothing else in the world. I’m completely and utterly yours.”

Yn’s grip on her hips tightened ever so slightly, his jaw clenching as he fought to maintain his leisurely pace. The fierce possessiveness that so often consumed him was tempered by the all-encompassing tenderness he felt for this woman in his arms. “Every inch of you belongs to me, just as I belong to you. There’s no one else for either of us, is there?”

Lisa’s eyes shimmered with tears of joy as she gazed up at him, her heart swelling with unbridled affection. “No, my love. There’s only you. Only ever you.” With a tremulous smile, she pressed a feather-light kiss to his lips, her hips continuing their sensual undulations. In this moment, there was no urgency, no desperate hunger – just pure, unadulterated love, radiating from every touch, every whimpered endearment. For lisa, this was true perfection, a moment suspended in time where she was wholly, irrevocably yn’s, and he was hers.

Lisa’s eyes sparkled with mischievous delight as she gazed up at yn, a coy smile playing on her lips. She nestled closer against him, her fingertips tracing the contours of his chiseled frame.

“Daddy, can I ask you something?” she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed innocence.

Yn’s brow arched, a flicker of amusement crossing his features. “Of course, baby. You can ask me anything.”

He pulled her in tighter, his large hands caressing the soft curves of her body.

Lisa’s smile widened as she pressed a feather-light kiss to his jaw.

“Well, you see, I’ve been talking to my girls of Blackpink about us… telling them how you have stolen my heart.”

Her fingers danced teasingly along his chest.

“And they… they’re all so curious about you, daddy. About your… magnificent cock, they’re dying to meet the man who’s stolen my heart.” She paused, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“they want to feel it stretching them apart, just like I do. So how about we have a get to gather??” Lisa shifted slightly, grinding her hips against his, her walls clenching around him in a silent plea.

Yn’s expression darkened with possessive desire, his grip on her tightening possessively. “A get-together, hmm?” he purred, his voice low and rumbling. “And what exactly did you have in mind, my insatiable little minx??” lisa’s smile widened, her eyes sparkling with unrestrained excitement. “Oh, I think you exactly what I have in mind, daddy.” “Would you… would you be open to having them over for a little… gangbang???”

Her voice laced with barely contained excitement, her body trembling with anticipation. Yn’s grip on her tightened, a low, primal growl rumbling in his chest. The corner of his mouth twitched, silently.

“Well, who am I to deny my greedy little slut and her friends??” his eyes narrowed, a predatory gleam igniting within their depths.

“I’ll have you all screaming my name by the time I’m through with you all. Tomorrow, you and your little friends are all mine. I’m going to us every inch of you all, fill you all up untill you’re dripping with my cum. By the time I’m done with you, you all will be ruined for anyone else.”

Lisa let out a delighted squel, her body quivering with unbridled excitement. “Oh, daddy, thank you!” she peppered his face with eager kisses, her hips rocking against him in a frenzy.

“They’re going to be so thrilled! I can’t wait to feel your cock filling me up, along with thiers…” her voice trailed off into a breathless moan as she imagined the delicous debauchery to come. Yn’s lips crashed against hers in a searing kiss, his hips surging forward with renewed vigor. Lisa’s soft moans of pleasure was swallowed by his possessive embrace, her body arching to meet his every thrust.

A radiant smile blossomed on lisa’s face as yn’s words registered, her heart swelling with unbridled excitement. “Oh, daddy, I knew you’d say yes! I can’t wait!” she exclaimed , her voice trembling with joy.

“They’re going to be absolutely thrilled! Rosie, Jisoo and Jennie… they’re all so eager to feel your magnificent cock stretching them apart, just like you do to me.” Lisa hips rocked against him in a sensual grind, her walls clenching around his shaft. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned din closer, her breath caressing his lips.

“And you, daddy… you’re going to give it to them, aren’t you? You’re going to ruin them, make them scream your name just like you do to me. And you’re going to stretch rosie’s pussy apart until she’s screaming your name right? You’ll make her feel what is is to like having a cock up your pussy right?? Oh I am so excited dadddy rosie will love it so much.”

A sly smile curved her lips as she nuzzled into the crook of his neck. She paused, pulling back slightly, her expression shifting to one of vulnerable longing.

“But… you won’t forget about me, will you?? No matter what they do, I’ll always be your number one, right? I couldn’t bear it if I lost you, daddy. You’re mine, forever and always.”

Yn’s grip on her tightened possessively, his eyes narrowing with a predatory gleam. With a sudden,  sharp thrust, he hilted himself inside her, eliciting a sharp gasp of pleasure from lisa.

“You silly, greedy little thing.” He purred, his voice low and rumbling.

“You think those greedy little sluts can steal me away from you? As if I could ever want anyone else but you. You’re the only one who truly satisfies me, lisa. No matter what those girls try, they’ll never compare to the way you feel wrapped around my cock.”  His hips surged forward, striking her most sensitive spots with unerring precision. His words punctuated with another punishing thrusts, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips.

“You’re the only one for me, lisa. My insatiable little fuck toy, my personal whore. No matter how many times I fill those other holes, you’ll always be the one I come back to.” He punctuated his words with a series of deep, punishing thrusts, drawing a strangled cry of pleasure from lisa’s lips.

“You’re mine, lisa. Completely and utterly mine. I’ll make sure those girls know it, too. By the time I’m through with all of you, you’ll be dripping with my cum, begging for more. And I am completely and utterly yours too, they’ll know how much your holes drain me and my cock compare to theirs, and they will know that my cock and me belongs to you and you to me.” Lisa’s back arched, her body quivering with unbridled ecstasy. Her earlier vulnerability had been washed away, replaced by a fiere possessiveness that mirrored yn’s own.

“Oh, daddy…”

She breathed, her voice thick with wanton need. Her back arched more her boobs pressing hard against his chest. A breathless moan escaping her lips as she continued his relentless assault on her most sensitive spots. The vulnerability that had breifly flickered in her gaze was now replaced by unadulterated adoration and devotion. Yn was hers, she was his, and she would never let him go, no matter what temptations lay ahead.

A radiant smile blossomed on lisa’s face as yn’s hips surged forward, his cock tasing her sensitive spots with maddening precision. A soft, breathless giggle escaped her lips as she felt the delicious pressure building within her.

“Daddy, you’re such a tease,” she purred, her eyes sparkling with playful admonishment. “Don’t think I don’t know exactly what you’re doing.” Her hips rocked back against him, her walls clenching around his intrusive shaft. “You just can’t resist pushing me to the edge, can you?”

Yn’s expression remained maddeningly neutral, though the corner of his mouth twitched with silent amusement. “Whatever do you mean, pet?” he murmured, his voice low and rumbling. “I’m merely giving you what you crave.”

Lisa’s pout was utterly adorable, her brow furrowing in mock irritation.

“Oh, you know exactly what I mean, you naughty man!” she let out an indignant huff, though the breathless lilt inher voice betrayed her true feelings. “Poking and prodding at my most sensitive spots, just to watch me squirm. It’s not fair, daddy!”

Yn’s grip on her hips tightened possessively, his eyes narrowingwwith predatory desires. “OH, but it is fair, my greedy little minx. You’re mine to tease and torment as I see fit.” His hips surged forward, drawing a sharp gasp from lisa’s lips. “And I intend to enjoy every delicious second of it.”

Lisa’s back arched her boobs pressing hard against yn’s chest, her body writhing with wanton need. A breathless moan escaped her lips ass yn continued his relentless assault on her most sensitive spots. “Daddy, please…” she whimpered, her voice thick with longing. “Don’t make me beg…”

Yn’s expression darkened with unbridled lust, his grip tightening until it was almost bruising. “Oh, but I think I will, pet,” he growled, his hips snapping forward with renewed fervor. “I want to hear you plead for my cock, to feel you trembling and quivering beneath me. You’re mine to command, lisa, and I intend to enjoy every second of your sweet surrender.”

As the night wore on, lisa and yn lost themselves in a haze of passionate lovemaking. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, every touch and caress igniting sparks of electric pleasure. Yn poured his heart and soul into his relentless attentions, determined to draw out every last quiver of ecstasy from lisa’s trembling form. And lisa, intoxicated by his primal desire, surrendered herself completely, her cries of bliss echoing through the room.

By the time midnight approached, lisa was utterly spent, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat. Yet, even in their exhaustion, their hunger for one another refused to be sated. As they drifted off to sleep, yn nestled his softening cock into the warmth of lisa’s welcoming pussy, a possessive gesture that sent a thrill of contentment through her.

Lisa let out a soft, contented sigh, snuggling deeper into yn’s embrace. “I love this, daddy,” she murmured, her voice thick with drowsy affection. “I love how you always keep your cock inside me, even when we sleep. It makes me feel so… so happy, so possessed.” She tilted her head back, gifting him with a sleepy smile. “Thank you for taking such good care of me, my love. I’m yours, forever and always.”

Yn’s grip tightened around her waist, a low, rumbling purr of satisfaction escaping his lips. He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, his eyes shining with a fierce, possessive love. “And you are mine, lisa,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Now and always.” With that, he pulled her closer, their lips meeting in a languid, loving kiss as they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs.

A radiant smile blossomed on lisa’s face as she stirred awake, feeling the familiar warmth and comforting weight of yn’s cock nestled firmly inside her. A soft, contented sigh escaped her lips as she gazed adoringly at his sleeping form. “Good morning, daddy,” she murmured, her voice thick with affection. Slowly, reluctantly, she disentangled herself from his embrace, her body thrumming with excitement. Today was the day – her bandmates were coming over for the most delicious debauchery, and she could hardly contain her anticipation.

With a barely suppressed giggle, lisa bounced into the washroom, her bare skin glistening with droplets of water as she emerged, refreshed and glowing. Yn’s eyes followed her every move, a flicker of amusement crossing his features as he took in her eager, almost giddy demeanour. “Someone’s certainly excited this morning,” he purred, beckoning her closer with a crooked finger. Lisa practically skipped over to the bed, her eyes shining with unbridled enthusiasm. “I can’t wait, daddy!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling with eagerness. “Rosie and the others will be here soon, and then the real fun can begin.” She paused, a mischievous glint entering her gaze. “But first, I’m absolutely starving. How about I whip us up a delicious breakfast while we wait for them to arrive?”

With that, she pressed a playful kiss to the tip of his nose, then with a deft twist of her hips, lisa climbed off the bed, her lush curves swaying with each step. yn’s eyes followed her hungrily, desire coiling in the pit of his stomach. He knew that once their guests arrived, his greedy little minx would be more than happy to share – but for now, she was his and his alone.

After the breakfast both yn and lisa sit on the couch.

Lisa’s heart raced with unbridled excitement as the doorbell rang, signalling the arrival of her beloved bandmates. With a squeal of delight, she bounded off the couch, her hips swaying alluringly as she made her way to the door. Flinging it open, she was greeted by the beaming faces of Rosie, Jisoo, and Jennie. “GIRLSSSS!!!” she exclaimed, her voice brimming with joy as she swept them into a warm embrace. “I’ve missed you all so much!”

The four friends erupted into a chorus of laughter and giggles, their reunion filled with affection and camaraderie. Reluctantly pulling away, lisa ushered them inside, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Come on, I’ve got someone I want you to meet,” she purred, her hips swaying as she led them deeper into the lust apartment.

Sinking down onto yn’s lap, lisa wrapped her arms around him possessively, her gaze radiating adoration and lust. “Daddy, these are my bandmates – Rose, Jisoo and Jennie.” She paused, her lips curving into a sly smile. “Girls, this is yn… the man who’s been filling me up and ruining me for anyone else.” A delighted giggle escaped her as she snuggled closer, her body thrumming with anticipation. “I’ve told them all about you and your… magnificent cock, and how you can make a girl scream. They’re just dying to get a taste for themselves.” Rosie, Jisoo and jennie exchanged heated glances, their eyes sparkling with unbridled desires. Rosie was the first to speak, her voice dripping with sultry invitation. “Well, what are we waiting for? I, for one, would love to get a closer look at this… magnificent cock of yours.”

Jennie and Jisoo nodded in eager agreement, their bodies thrumming with anticipation.

A mischievous giggle escaped lisa’s lips as she playfully teased rosie’s eager excitement. “Easy there, Rosiepoop. Don’t want to wear yourself out before the real fun begins, now do we?” with a coy flutter of her eyelashes, lisa slowly rose from yn’s lap, her hips swaying with feline grace. “Why don’t we all adjourn to the bedroom? I have a feeling you three are just dying to get a closer look at daddy’s… magnificent cock.”

Rosie practically bounced with excitement, her eyes sparkling with wanton desire. “Finally!!! Lead the way, Lilipoop!!!!!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling with anticipation. Jisoo and jennie exchanged heated glances, their bodies thrumming with a similar sense of eager hunger.

Lisa’s smile widened as she took yn’s hand, tugging him along behind her. The group made their way to the bedroom, the air thick with palpable tension. Lisa could practically feel the girls’ eyes boring into yn, their gazes undressing him hungrily. As they reached the threshold she paused, her expression shifting to one of coy invitation. Her voice dropped to a sultry purr. “Daddy’s been waiting for you.”

A delighted giggle bubbled up from lisa’s lips as the girls gathered around yn, their eyes sparkling with unbridled desires. With a coy smile, she stepped forward, her fingers trailing down the front of her dress. “Well, since we’re all here, I suppose we should get a little more… comfortable, don’t you think??” her voice dropped with a sultry purr as she slowly peeled the fabric away, revealing the lacy black bikini that clung to her curves.

Rosie’s eyes widened, her breath quickening with anticipation. Without a moment’s hesitation, she followed lisa’s lead, her nimble fingers deftly undoing the buttons of her shirt. Jisso and jennie soon, they too joined in the sensual display, their clothes falling away to unveil their own tempting forms. Yn sat back, a rumbling chuckle escaping his lips as he drank in the sight before him. His gaze swept over the four beauties, his expression darkening with unbridled lust. His fingers twitched with the desire to reach out and claim them, to ravish them until they were quivering, breathless messes beneath him. But for now, he would simply savor the delicious anticipation, letting the tension build until he could no longer contain himself.

A mischievous glint flickered in everyone’s eyes as the four of them struck a seductive provocative pose,

their naked bodies on full display for yn’s hungry gaze. “BlackPink in your area, Daddy!” everyone exclaimed in unison, their voices dripping with lust and hunger.

Yn’s eyes lit up with unbridled lust as he drank in the sight before him, his fingers twitching with the desire to claim them. Sauntering over to rosie first, his hands roam possessively over her curvy form, his touch leaving tingles in its wake.

“Mmm, look at you Rosie, what a beauty you are.” he purred, his voice thick with praise.

“Such a delectable little morsel. Your skin is like the creamiest milk, and those soft, juicy boobs… I can’t wait to suck them. So soft, so creamy… I’m going to have so much fun with this body of yours.” Rosie’s breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping her lips as his fingers danced across her sensitive flesh, her Australian accent adding fuel to the fire that burned within yn.

Next, yn turned his attention to the petite, cocky jennie, his grip rougher as he groped and manhandled her delicate form. “Look at you, you little filthy slut,” he growled, slapping her boobs and pussy harshly. “I’m going to use you up until you’re nothing but a drooling, quivering mess. I will ruin you completely.” Jennie’s eyes widened, a flicker of apprehension crossing her features, but the underlying thrill was unmistakable.

Yn’s caresses grew possessive and soft as he moved on to Jisoo, his fingers tracing the lush curves of her body. “And you, my dear… so soft and voluptuous. I’m going to enjoy sinking my cock into every inch of you..” Jisoo shuddered, her heart pounding in her chest as his touch ignited sparks of wanton desire.

Finally, he reached lisa, his prized possession. A possessive growl rumbled in his chest as he latched onto her, his hungry lips crashing against hers. Lisa giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I knew you couldn’t resist me, daddy,” she teased, her voice dripping with affection. From the sidelines, Rosie and Jisoo chimed in, their voices laced with longing. “We want kisses too, YN!” they pleaded, their eyes sparkling with need. Jennie remained aloof, her expression cocky.

Yn giggles on rosie and Jisoo’s pleading, he pats lisa’s ass and then he again goes to rosie.

A delighted giggle escaped rosie’s lips as yn yanked her close, her naked body pressing firmly against his muscular frame. The heat of his skin sent tingles racing down her spine, and she couldn’t help but lean into his touch, craving his caresses. “Mmm, yes, daddy,” she purred, her voice dripping with wanton need. “That’s much better.” Yn’s lips crashed against hers in a hungry, domineering kiss, his tongue plundering her mouth with unbridled desire.

Rosie melted into his embrace, her fingers tangling in his hair as she surrendered to his passionate onslaught. When he finally broke the kiss, she was left breathless, her lips swollen and glistening. “Is that enough for now, or do you need more, Babygirl??” he growled, his eyes smouldering with raw lust. Rosie’s gaze flashed with defiant heat. “Don’t be silly, daddy,” she breathed, her fingers trailing down his chest. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

Jisoo’s eyes gleamed with unrestrained desire as she sauntered up to yn, her hips swaying with feline grace. “Oppa, I want kiss too,” she purred, her voice dripping with sultry invitation. “Don’t leave me out of all the fun.” Yn’s lips curled into a predatory smile as he yanked Jisoo close, his fingers digging into the lust curves of her body. With a rumbling growl, he claimed her lips in a searing, possessive kiss, his tongue plundering her mouth unbridled hunger. Jisoo melted into his embrace, her nails raking down his back as she surrendered to his passionate onslaught.

Rosie watched with rapt attention, her heart pounding in her chest. A delighted squeal escaped Lisa’s lips as yn ordered rosie to go and make out with her. Her heart raced with giddy anticipation, unable to resist the temptation any longer, rosie turned to lisa, her gaze smoldering with wanton need. “LISAYAHHH!!! I can’t take it anymore, come here,” she cried, her fingers trailing down lisa’s bare arm. “Kiss me, please….” And lisa eagerly allowed rosie to pull her close. Their bodies pressed together, skin against skin, as their lips met in a passionate, sensual kiss. Lisa’s fingers tangled in rosie’s hairs, a soft moan reverberating in her throat as their tongues danced together. Their kiss a sensual, languid kiss, their tongue teasing and caressing each other’s.

Yn breaks the kiss with Jisoo, he comes near where lisa and rosie were.

A barely contained shiver of anticipation ran down Rosie’s spine as yn’s strong arms encircled her from behind, his hard, unyielding length pressing against the small of her back. A soft, needy whimper escaped her lips, muffled by the sensual caress of lisa’s tongue. Her body thrummed with wanton desire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.

“Mmm, daddy, you feel so good…” she breathed, her voice trembling with need. “I want you so badly… please, don’t tease my anymore.” Rosie arched her back, grinding her hips against her prominent bulge in yn’s shorts, silently begging for more.

Yn’s grip tightened possessively, a low, rumbling growl escaping his throat as his hand slid down to cup rosie’s heated pussy. “Look at you, my little slut, so wet and ready for me.” He purred, his fingers teasing her swollen folds. “I can feel how much you want this… how much you crave my cock inside you.” His tongue traced the delicate shell of her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. “Don’t worry, Babygirl. Daddy’s going to give you exactly what you need.”

Yn couldn’t resist and he pushes two of his fingers inside her pussy.

A delighted giggle bubbled up from rosie’s lips as yn’s fingers delved into her slick, heated depths. The Australian beauty’s back arched, her scream of pleasure muffled by lisa’s eager lips. Rosie’s hips ground down against yn’s hand, her body trembling with wanton need.

“MMm, yess daddy, that’s it,” Rosie panted, her voice dripping with lust. “YOUR FINGERS FEELS SOOOO GOOOOOD… I’ve been saving this tight little pussy just for someone like you.” She flashed lisa a coy, teasing smile. “Not like someone else I know, whose pussy is probably looser than the grand canyon by now.”

Lisa’s eyes narrowed, a playful pout crossing her lips. “Hey! My pussy is still plenty tight, you poop,” she huffed, giving rosie’s hand a light, scolding slap. “At least I don’t have to beg for attention like a desperate little slut.”

Yn chuckled darkly, his grip on rosie tightening possessively. “Now, now, girls, let’s not fight. There’s more than enough of me to go around.” His fingers curled, stroking rosie’s sensitive inner walls. “After all, I plan on using each and every one of you until you’re nothing but trembling, quivering messes.” His voice dropped to a sinful purr. “And I’m just getting started.”

Lisa gets away from yn and rosie, she goes to jennie.

Lisa huffed in annoyance as Jennie’s dismissive tone rang out, her cocky attitude rubbing lisa in the wrong way. “Really, jennie? You think you’re too good to join us?” lisa scoffed, her eyes narrowing. “Don’t be so naïve, you may act all high and mighty, but deep down, you’re just as much of a desperate slut as the rest of us.” She stepped closer, her voice dripping to a sultry purr. “Why don’t you stop pretending and come have some fun with daddy?? I promise he’ll give you the attention you so desperately crave.”

Jennie’s lips curled into a sneer, her arms crossing defiantly over her chest. “Hmph, as I’d ever lower myself to worship some pathetic little man,” she sneered, “If anything, he should be begging at my feet, worshipping the ground I walk on.” Her gaze flickered over to where rosie and yn were entangled, a flash of cockiness crossing her features. “I’m not some cheap whore like the rest of you. I’m a goddess, and I deserve to be treated as such.”

Lisa’s jaw tightened, a spark of irritation flaring in her chest. “You know, jennie, your attitude is really starting to piss me off,” she growled, “maybe it’s time someone put you in your place and reminded you that you’re nothing but a stupid, worthless slut.” Her eyes gleamed with a dangerous edge. “And I think daddy’s just the man for the job.”

A delighted gasp escaped lisa’s lips as yn yanked her close, his strong arms wrapping around her in a possessive embrace. Her heart raced with giddy anticipation, every nerve ending alight with the promise of pleasure. Without hesitation, she melted into his passionate kiss, her lips parting to allow his tongue to plunder her mouth. A soft moan reverberated in her throat as their tongues danced together in a sensual, languid caress.

Jisoo’s eyes gleamed with jealousy as she watched the intimate display, her own desire burning hot and insatiable. Unable to resist any longer, she pressed herself against yn’s back, her arms snaking around his waist. A predatory smile curved her lips as she nuzzled the nape of his neck, her tongue flicking out to tease his sensitive skin.

Rosie’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes fixed on the prominent bulge in yn’s shorts. She couldn’t tear her gaze away, her body thrumming with wanton need. Without moment’s hesitation, she sank to her knees, her fingers trembling as she slowly, reverently, tugged down his waistband. A delighted gasp escaped her lips as yn’s impressive manhood sprang free, pulsing with barely contained power. “Yes, daddy, show us what you’ve been hiding,” she purred, her voice dripping with lust. “Oh, DADDY… finally, we get to see your big, BEAUTIFUL COCK,” rosie breathed, her voice trembling with reverence. “I CAN’T WAIT TO FEEL IT INSIDE ME.”

Yn breaks the kiss, and he asks playfully teasing rosie. “Small isn’t it??”

The corners of rosie’s lips twitched upward in a coy, playful smile as yn’s words reached her ears. “Small? Oh, daddy, you know that’s not true,” she purred, her voice dripping with sultry amusement. “This little pussy of mine has been craving your big, thick cock for so long. I can’t wait to feel it stretching me out, filling me up until I’m screaming your name.” jisoo’s eyes gleamed with unbridled desire as she leaned in, her lips grazing the sensitive skin of yn’s shaft. “Mmm, oppa, you’re not giving yourself enough credit,” she murmured, her tongue flicking out to tease the glistening tip. “Your cock is absolutely perfect. I want to worship it, to feel it pounding into me until I can’t walk straight.” Without hesitation, rosie placed a reverent kiss on the head of yn’s cock, savoring the taste of pre-cum. “MMM, DADDY YOU TASTE SOO GOOOOD!!!” she purred, her gaze locked on his throbbing length. “I could spend hours just licking and sucking this beautiful cock of yours.” Jisoo let out a playful huff, gently pushing rosie aside. “Hey, don’t hog it all to yourself!” she scolded, her lips capturing the tip in a sensual kiss. “Mmm, you’re right, rosie, Oppa’s pre-cum is delicious. I WANT MORE!!” yn’s lips curled into a devious smirk as he regarded the two women kneeling before him, his cock pulsing with barely contained power. “Is that so, my little sluts??” he purred, his voice dripping with wicked amusement. “Well, then what are you waiting for?? Start worshipping your daddy’s cock, and show me just how much you want it.” Rosie and Jisoo needed no further encouragement. With eager, worshipful moans, they leaned in, their tongues darting out to lavish yn’s shaft with reverent kisses and teasing licks. Rosie, ever the mischievous one, swirled her tongue around the sensitive head, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip in a maddening, sensual dance her eyes sparkling with playful challenge as she savored the salty – sweet taste of his pre cum.

Yn stepped away and went on to bed.

A delectable shiver ran down Rosie’s spine as yn’s commanding gaze fell upon her and the other girls. The weight of his intense stare ignited a fire within her, stoking the embers of her wanton desire. Casting a coy glance at lisa and Jisoo, rosie knew they felt the same insatiable hunger coursing through their veins.

“Come to daddy, my little slutss!”

Yn purred, his voice dripping with sensual promise. Without a moment’s hesitation, the three woman began crawling towards him, their movements slow and sensual, like felines stalking their prey. The ravenous hunger in Rosie and lisa and jisoo’s eyes was palpable as they crawled towards yn, their bodies radiating wanton need. Rosie’s gaze was fixated on yn’s magnificent, throbbing cock, her mouth watering with anticipation.

As they reached the bed, rosie was the first to make her move, followed by lisa, as they both instantly latched onto yn’s shaft, their tongues dancing across the prominent veins pulsing along his length, in worshipful rhythm. Rosie moaned around the thick girth, savoring the salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum, while lisa mirrored the action, her tongue gliding along the sensitive underside of his cock, eliciting a guttural groan from her daddy.

“Mmm, daddy, YOUR COCK TASTES SO GOOOOOOD!!!” rosie purred, her voice dripping with lust. She planted a series of reverent kisses along the shaft, her gaze smoldering with adoration.

“I want to suck you dry, to feel you pulsing on my tongue,” with that, she parted her lips, slowly engulfing the throbbing head, her tongue swirling the sensitive slit.

Few moments later.

Rosie’s eyes fluttered shut, a blissful sigh escaping her lips as hse wrapped her lips around one of yn’s heavy balls, her tongue swirling and caressing the sensitive skin. Lisa watched, transfixed, as rosie’s mouth descended, her own lips curling into a wicked smile. Not to be outdone, lisa followed suit, emboldened by her friend’s display, she leaned in, her mouth enveloping the opposite testicle, drawing it into her warm, wet mouth. She sucked gently, the two women working in perfect harmony to shower yn with their adoration. Yn’s head fell back, a deep, rumbling groan of pleasure vibrating in his chest as the two women worshipped his cock and balls with unbridled hunger. Their mouths moved in a mesmerizing dance, their tongues and lips worshipping every inch of his throbbing length, each woman determined to draw the most delicious sounds from their daddy’s lips.

Yn’s expression a mix of amusement and raw, primal desire, as the two women vied for his attention, each determined to prove their devotion. His hips bucked slightly, a low, rumbling growl escaping his lips as the sensations threatened to overwhelm him.

“Yes, my little sluts, that’s it,”

Yn growled, his fingers tangling in their hair as he fought the urge to buck his hips, to bury himself in their warm, wet mouths.

“Show daddy how much you want his cock. Show him how much you need to be filled and used.”

A delicate shiver rippled through jisoo’s body as yn’s commanding gaze fell upon her. Though she felt a flutter of nervous anticipation, the undeniable hunger burning in her veins quickly overcame her initial shyness. Casting a sidelong glance at rosie and lisa, who were already lavishing yn’s cock with their eager mouths, Jisoo knew she couldn’t hold back any longer.

“OPPA, I…” Jisoo began, her voice barely above a whisper. But yn was having none of her hesitation. With a powerful tug, he pulled her close, his lips capturing hers in a searing, possessive kiss. Jisoo’s eyes fluttered shut as she melted into his embrace, her body thrumming with wanton need.

When yn finally broke the kiss, he gently but firmly guided jisoo’s head downward, his commanding gaze spending a delicious shiver down her spine. “Don’t be shy, my little slut,” he purred, his voice dripping with sinful promise. “Show daddy how much you want his cock.”

Jisoo’s breath caught in her throat as she found herself mere inches from yn’s impressive shaft, the throbbing length pulsing with power. Steeling her nerves, she leaned in, heer lips grazing the sensitive tip in a feather-light kiss. A low, guttural groan rumbled in yn’s chest spurring Jisoo onward. Emboldened by his reaction, she parted her lips, slowly taking the swollen head into her warm, wet mouth. The salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum exploded on her tongue, eliciting a muffled moan of pleasure.

As jisoo’s mouth descended, enveloping more of yn’s throbbing length, lisa and rosie continued their devoted ministrations, their tongues and lips caressing his balls with reverent worships. The sensations were overwhelming igniting a primal fire deep within yn’s core. His hips bucked slightly, a low, rumbling growl escaping his lips as he fought the urge to bury himself in their eager mouths. Lisa and Rosie, their mouths still busy worshipping yn’s balls, paused momentarily to admire the sight before them. Their eyes gleamed with a mixture of lust and possessiveness, each desperate to claim their daddy’s attention. As Jisoo’s lips slid lower, engulfing more of yn’s impressive length, lisa and rosie resumed their ministrations, their tongues swirling and caressing his sensitive skin, determined to draw ever more delicious sounds from their shared daddy.

“Yes, my beautiful sluts,” yn growled, his fingers tangling in their hair as he savored the delicious friction. “Show daddy how much you need to filled and used. Don’t stop until every last drop of my cum is coating your hungry little mouths.”

A low, guttural growl rumbled in yn’s chest as the three women lavished his throbbing length with their eager, worshipful mouths. The sensations were almost overwhelming, igniting a primal fire deep within him. His fingers tangled in their hair, his hips bucking slightly as he fought the urge to bury himself in their warm, wet cavities.

“mmm, yes, my beautiful sluts,” yn purred, his voice dripping with raw, animalistic desire. “Ohh yess, fuck that’s good. Your mouths feels so good wrapped around my cock, keep going my pets keep pleasing your daddy!!”

Jisoo’s cheeks hollowed as she bobbed her head, her tongue swirling and caressing the prominent veins pulsing along yn’s shaft. The salty-sweet pre-cum exploded on her taste buds, eliciting a muffled moan of pleasure. Above her, rosie and lisa continued their devoted ministrations, their tongues and lips worshiping his heavy, aching balls with reverent fervor.

Rosie’s eyes gleamed with wanton need as she nuzzled her face against yn’s sac, her tongue darting out to tease the sensitive skin. A shiver of delight rippled through her as his low, rumbling groan reached her ears. Beside her, lisa mirrored her movements , her mouth descending to capture one of his balls, sucking it into her warm, wet cavern with a series of slick, sensual licks.

Yn’s head fell back, a deep, guttural growl escaping his lips as the three women veid for his attention, each determined to prove their devotion. His hips bucked slightly, the sensations threatening to overwhelm him as their mouths and tongues worked in perfect harmony to drive him wild with ecstasy. “FUCK YESS, THAT’S IT!!!!” he snarled his grip tightening in their hairs. “don’t stop you sluts, don’t stop until you’ve milked every last drop of my cum.”

A delicious shiver ran down jisoo’s spine as yn’s grip tightened in her hair, his fingers coiling around the dark strands in a passionate display. Her heart raced with a heady mixture of excitement and trepidation, knowing that she was about to be use as his personal plaything. Without wasting a moment, yn yanked her head forward, burying his throbbing cock deep in her throat. Jisoo’s eyes went wide, a strangled gasp escaping her lips as she struggled to accommodate his impressive girth.

“That’s it you fucking slut,” yn snarled, his hips bucking as he ruthlessly fucked her face.

Rosie watched, transfixed, as yn ravaged jisoo’s mouth. Her own desire burned hot and insatiable, fueled by the obscene sounds of flesh against flesh. Unable to resist any longer, she leaned in, her hand joining yn’s on the back of jisoo’s head, guiding her up and down on his shaft in a merciless rhythm.

“that’s it, Jisoo unnie, you’re doing so good,” rosie purred, her voice dripping with wicked delight. “Now you know how it feels to have daddy’s cock pounding your throat. Soon, it will be my turn.”

Lisa observed the debauched scene with equal parts lust and envy, her own body thrumming with need. Unwilling to be left out, she surged forward, capturing yn’s lips in a searing, possessive kiss. Their tongues clashed in a sensual, dominant dance as yn’s hips continued their relentless assault on Jisoo’s mouth.

“Fuck, you’re all such greedy little sluts,” yn growled against lisa’s lips, his voice rough with unbridled desire. “Don’t worry, daddy’s going to make sure each of you gets your turn to be used and abused.”

A wicked smirk played at the corner of rosie’s lips as yn’s gaze locked onto her. The hunger burning in his eyes ignited a fire within her, stoking the embers of her own insatiable desire. Without a moment’s hesitation, she surged forward, her lips capturing yn’s in a searing, possessive kiss. Their tongues clashed in a sensual, dominant dance, each fighting for dominance as yn’s hips continued their relentless their relentless assault on Jisoo’s throat.

“MMM, daddy, YOU TASTE SO GOOOOD!” rosie purred, her voice dripping with wanton need. “I cant wait to feel that thick cock stretching me out, filling me up until I’m screaming your name.” she nipped at his lower lip, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh with just the right amount of bite. “I want you to use me, daddy. To ravage me until I cant walk straight.”

Yn’s grip on jisoo’s hair tightened, a guttural growl rumbling in his chest as rosie’s words ignited a primal fire within him. “is that so, my little slut?” he snarled, his hips bucking as he continued to brutalize jisoo’s throat. “well, then you’re next. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll be begging me for mercy.” His gaze flicked to lisa, who watched the debauched scene with equal parts lust and envy. “and don’t think I’ve forgotten about you. My greedy little princess slut. You’re all going to get your turn to be used and abused by daddy’s cock.”

Rosie’s eyes gleamed with wicked delight, her heart racing with excitement at the prospect of being yn’s next conquest. She leaned in, her lips grazing the shell of his ear as she purred, “I can’t wait, daddy. I wan you to ruin me, to make me scream your name until I can’t speak.” She pulled back, her gaze locked with his, a silent challenge burning in her eyes. “Show me what that big cock of yours can do to little sluts likes me.”

Yn’s lips curled into a predatory grin, a low, rumbling chuckle escaping his lips. “Oh, don’t worry, my little slut. Daddy’s going to give you exactly what you need.” With a swift, powerful movement, he yanked jisoo’s head back, his cock sliding free from her abused throat. Rosie watched, transfixed, as a thin trail of saliva connected jisoo’s lips to his throbbing length, a testament to her desperation to please him. “Now, get on the bed, all of you,” yn growled, his voice dripping with wicked promise. “Its time for daddy to claim what’s his.”

Yn lays on his back on the bed.

A delicious shiver ran down rosie’s spine as yn’s gaze fixed upon her, the predatory hunger in his eyes igniting a fire within her very core. Rosie’s heart raced with unbridled excitement, her mouth already watering at the prospect of finally tasting his magnificent cock.

“MMmm, daddy, I CANT WAIT ANY LONGER,” rosie cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need as she eagerly crawled onto the bed, positioning herself atop yn’s muscular thighs. Without a moment’s hesitation, she lowered her head, her tongue darting out to tease the swollen, throbbing head of his cock. “Your cock look so delicious, daddy. I need to feel it stretching my mouth, filling me up until I can’t breathe.”

Yn let out a deep, rumbling chuckle, his fingers threading through rosie’s hair as he gazed down at her with a mixture of amusement and raw, primal desire. “Well, well, someone’s eager to get started, hm??” he tsked softly, a wicked grin spreading across his lips. “I suppose I can’t blame you, my little slut. That greedy mouth of yours has been begging for my cock, hasn’t it??”

Without warning, yn thrust his hips upward, burying the full length of his impressive shaft in rosie’s warm, wet mouth. Rosie’s eyes went wide, a muffled gasp escaping her as she struggles to accommodate his sheet girth. Her tongue swirled and caressed the prominent veins pulsing along his cock, the salty-sweet taste off his pre-cum exploding on her taste buds. “MMMM, fuck that’s it,” yn growled, his grip tightening in her hair as he began to fuck her face with reckless abandon. “Show daddy how much you love having your throat reshaped by my big, hard cock.”

Rosie’s muffled moans of pleasure reverberated around his shaft, the vibrations sending waves of ecstasy through yn’s body. She bobbed her head in time with his thrusts, her tongue dancing along the sensitive underside, determined to milk every last of his seed. Beside them, lisa and Jisoo watched, transfixed, their bodies thrumming with wanton need, eagerly awaiting their turn to be claimed by their shared daddy. They both kisses each other waiting for their turn.

Rosie’s eyes gleamed with wicked delight as lisa’s talented tongue began lavishing attention of her throbbing, aching pussy. A shiver of pure, unadulterated pleasure rippled through her body, the sensations only heightened by the relentless pounding of yn’s magnificent cock in her mouth. Muffled moans of bliss escaped her lips, the vibrations sending shockwaves of ecstasy through yn’s pulsing shaft.

Yn’s grip on her hair tightened, his hips snapping forward with increased fervor. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room, punctuated by rosie’s muffled whimpers of pleasures. “That’s it, my little slut,” he growled, his eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity. “Take every inch of daddy’s cock. Show me how much you love being used as my personal fucktoy.”

Beside them, lisa’s mouth worked with unbridled enthusiasm, her tongue swirling and caressing rosie’s sensitive folds. Jisoo, not wanting to be left out, had positioned herself behind lisa, her own needy lips and tongue exploring the slick, glistening heat of lisa’s aroused pussy. “MMm, you taste just like daddy, lily” Jisoo purred, her voice dripping with wanton need.

Lisa hummed in agreement, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored jisoo’s talented ministrations. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of their collective lust, a symphony of moans, whimpers, and the wet, slick noises of their desperate coupling. Yn’s control was slipping his hips bucking with increasing fervor as he neared the edge of ecstasy. Rosie’s throat convulsed around his throbbing shaft, her body trembling with the effort to accommodate his impressive girth.

A devious smirk curled rosie’s lips as yn suddenly flipped her over, positioning himself atop her chest. The thick, throbbing length of his cock remained buried in her mouth, making it impossible for her to speak. But rosie didn’t mind – in fact, she reveled in the helplessness of her position, knowing that yn was about to use her in the most deliciously depraved way.

Lisa observed the scene with eager anticipation, her eyes gleaming with wicked delight. She knew exactly what yn had in store for rosie, and the thought of witnessing her friend’s throat being ruthlessly reshaped by his magnificent cock sent a shiver of pure, unadulterated lust through her.

“ROSIE POOOOOOOP!!!” lisa purred, trailing her fingers teasingly along rosie’s inner thigh. “Get ready, because daddy is about to give you the throat-fucking of lifetime.” With a swift motion, she slapped rosie’s glistening pussy playfully, eliciting a muffled whimper of pleasure from the helpless girl beneath him.

Jisoo watched, transfixed, as lisa’s tongue continued to explore rosie’s dripping folds. The sensations were exquisite, but her curiosity was piqued by lisa’s cryptic words. “What do you mean, lisa?” she asked, her voice thick with desire. “what’s daddy going to do to rosie??”

Lisa chuckled, her gaze locked with Jisooi’s as she slowly, deliberately dipped a finger into her own slick pussy. “OH, Jisoo unnie, you’re in for a treat,” she purred, withdrawing her fingers and bringing it to jisoo’s lips. “You see, my pussy tastes just like daddy’s cock, and soon, daddy’s going to make sure rest of your tastes just the same, and right now with rosie you ask? Well wait and see unnie.”

Jisoo’s eyes widened, a moan of pure need escaping her as she eagerly sucked lisa’s finger into her mouth, savoring the intimate, familiar flavor. She knew, without a doubt, that her turn will come soon again – and the anticipation was almost too much to bear.

A delicious shiver ran down rosie’s spine as yn’s grip tightened around her throat, his hips snapping forward with ruthless abandon. The thick, throbbing length of his cock plunged deeper, breaching the sensitive entrance to her esophagus. Tears sprang to rosie’s eyes, the sheer girth of his shaft stretching her to the limit, but the pleasure-pain was utterly intoxicating.

“NNGHHH, DADDY, PLEASE!!!” rosie’s muffled cries vibrated around his cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves of ecstasy through yn’s pulsing shaft. “I can’t… I can’t breath!!!” her fingers clawed at his hips, her body writhing beneath him as she fought against the overwhelming sensations.

Lisa watched the debauched scene unfold with equal parts lust and wicked delight. She knew, from personal experience, the blissful agony of having yn’s magnificent cock violate her throat, reshaping it to fit his every need. A predatory grin tugged at her lips as she leaned in, her breathed caressing rosie’s ear.

“That’s rosie, just let daddy use you,” she purred, her fingers trailing teasingly rosie’s trembling thighs. “Soon, your throat will be reshaped just like mine.”

Yn’s lips curled into a feral grin, his hips snapping forward with renewed fervor. Rosie’s muffled cries of pleasure-pain echoed through the room, her body trembling with the overwhelming sensations. He was going to make sure each of his greedy little sluts got exactly what they craved – a thorough, ruthless ravaging that would leave them quivering, begging for more.

A satisfied smirk played at the corner of rosie’s lips as she felt the delicious burn in her throat, the result of yn’s relentless violation. She traced the outline of her neck, marveling at the newfound breadth, a testament to the way yn had so expertly reshaped her inner passage to accommodate his impressive girth.

“MMM, daddy, you really did a number on me,” rosie purred, her voice slightly raspy from the abuse her throat has endured. She flashed yn a wicked grin, her eyes gleaming with pride and unbridled lust. “I love how my throat feels now – so open, so ready to take your cock anytime you want.”

Lisa leaned in, her fingers tracing the defined contours of rosie’s neck in awe. “Look at you rosiieee,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire. “Daddy’s really outdone himself, hasn’t he? Your throat is practically tailored for his cock now.” She pressed her palm against the sensitive flesh, feeling the heat radiating from rosie’s abused neck/throat. “I bet you could now swallow him whole without even gagging.”

Rosie let out a wanton moan, the mere thought of yn’s thick, throbbing shaft sliding down her newly reshaped throat sending shivers of pure, unadulterated pleasure through her body. “Nngh, yes, lisa I can now,” she purred.

While lisa and rosie were talking, yn’s grip on jisoo’s hair tightened, a low, rumbling growl escaping his lips as the oldest girl’s talented tongue danced along his shaft. His gaze flickered between rosie and lisa, a predatory grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

In just few minutes, jisoo’s eyes widened in surprise as she felt the familiar burn and stretch in her throat, clear evidence of yn’s ruthless ministrations. A shiver of delight ran down her spine as she instinctively reached up to trace the newly broadened contours of her neck. “Daddy, what did you do to me??” she breathed, her voice slightly raspy from the abuse. “My throat, it feels so open.” Lisa and rosie watched the scene with equal parts awe and excitement, their fingers dancing along their own necks as if they could somehow conjure the same transformations. “Wow, unnie, daddy reshaped your throat toooo YAYYYYY!!!” lisa exclaimed, her gaze flickering hungrily between Jisoo and yn. Rosie nodded in agreement, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. “Just like me. Daddy reshaped our throats to be perfect for his cock. We’re his personal cocksleeves now – ready to be used and abused however and whenever he wants.” Yn’s eyes gleamed with predatory delight as he watched his three prized possession admire the changes he had wrought upon them.

A thrill of anticipation shot through lisa as yn turned his attention her, his hungry gaze sweeping over her body. The corner of her mouth twitched in a silent smile, her heart racing with eager excitement. She leaned in, her fingers trailing teasingly along the defined contours of his chest.

“Finally, daddy gets time for his girl,” lisa purred, her voice thick with longing. “I was starting to feel neglected.” Yn chuckled, his large hands settling possessively on her hips as he pulled her close. “OF course, baby,” he murmured, his breath caressing her lips. “You know I can’t stay away from you for long.”

Their lips met in a searing, passionate kiss, the intensity of their embrace leaving them both breathless. Lisa melted into yn’s embrace, her body molding perfectly against his as she surrendered to his dominant touch. The worlds around them faded away, replaced by the intoxicating sensation of their writhing, entangled limbs.

Beside them, rosie and Jisoo were lost in their own heated exchange, their hands exploring the newly reshaped contours of their necks. They marveled at the subtle changes, their fingers tracing the broadened, sensitized flesh with reverence.

“Look at us, unnie,” rosie purred, her voice dripping with pride. “Daddy’s made us into his perfect cocksleeves. We’re ready to be used and abused however he wants.” Jisoo nodded in agreement, a satisfied grin spreading across her lips. “I can’t wait to feel him stretching me out again. Now that my throat’s been reshaped, I bet I can take his entire cock without gagging.” The two girls exchanged a heated glance, their fingers intertwining as they turned their attention to the lone figure sitting in the corner, observing their depraved display with a scowl.

“Look at her,”rosie spat, her eyes narrowing. “jennie thinks she’s too good to join us. The bitch is missing out on all the fun.” Jisoo nodded, her grip on rosie’s hand tightened possessively. “Well, her loss. Daddy’s going to make sure he rest of us are completely and utterly ruined.” They both giggled, the sound dripping with wicked amusement as they turned their attention back to the heated embrace between lisa and yn, eagerly anticipating their own turn again to be thoroughly used and abused.

A devious smirk curled lisa’s lips

as yn’s gaze burned into her, his thick, throbbing cock resting against her lips. The corner of her mouth twitched with anticipation, her heart racing with a heady mix of desire and pride. She was, after all, yn’s most seasoned and trusted lover – the only one who truly knew how to wring every last shudder of pleasure from his magnificent shaft.

“Now, daddy let’s show these new sluts what a veteran like me can do,” lisa purred, her voice dripping with sultry confidence. Without hesitation, she pressed a reverent kiss to the swollen head of yn’s cock, her tongue darting out to tease the sensitive slit.

Yn’s guttural growl of pleasure reverberate through the room as lisa’s lips parted,

Enveloping his throbbing length in the silken heat of her mouth. Rosie and Jisoo watched their eyes wide and mouths agape, as lisa effortlessly swallowed him down to the hilt, her throat expertly accommodating his girth.

Buried to the hilt, yn’s fingers tangled in lisa’s hair, his hips rolling in a steady, undulating rhythm. The sensation of her throat constricting around him was utterly intoxicating, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through his body. He knew, without a doubt, that lisa’s mouth was tailored specifically for his cock – a perfect, custom fit cocksleeve that could milk him dry without a single gag or struggle.

“That’s it, my love, take daddy’s cock,” yn growled, his grip tightening possessively. “Show these sluts how a real cocksucker does it.” Lisa moaned around his shaft, the vibrations eliciting a sharp hiss of pleasure from yn. Her eyes gleamed with wicked delight, reveling in the knowledge that she was the true master of his pleasure, the one who could reduce him to a trembling rutting beast with nothing more than the skilled ministrations of her talented mouth.

A delicious shiver ran down lisa’s spine as yn’s grip tightened around her hair converting them into pigtails, his hips snapping forward with ruthless abandon. The thick, throbbing length of his cock plunged deeper into her awaiting mouth, her throat expertly accommodating his girth without so much as a flutter. “MMM, DADDY YOUR COCK FEELS SO GOOOD,” lisa purred around his shaft, the vibrations eliciting a sharp hiss of pleasure from yn.

Rosie and Jisoo watched the debauched scene with equal parts lust and wicked delight, their fingers trailing along lisa’s curves as they held her hands captive above her head.

The heat radiating from her needy pussy was palpable, a testament to her arousal. “look at you, lily” rosie purred, her breath caressing lisa’s ear. “Taking daddy’s cock like a good little slut.” Jisoo hummed in agreement, her fingertips teasing lisa’s swollen pussy. “MMM, and just feel how wet she is, I bet she’s aching to be filled, too.”

Yn’s hips snapped forward with renewed fervor, his guttural growls of pleasure echoing through the room as lisa’s talented mouth worked his throbbing length. Hjis grip on her tightening, his thrusts becoming more erratic and desperate. “That’s it, my lisa, take it!!” he snarled, his voice dripping with primal hunger. “You’re daddy perfect little cuckslut, aren’t you my lisa? Made just for my cock.” Lisa’s eyes gleamed with unbridled lust, her body thrumming with arousal, she was loving every second it.

Rosie and jisso watched the debauched scene with equal parts awe and envy, their fingers tracing the sensitive contours of lisa’s bulging neck. The sheer ferocity of yn’s assault was both terrifying and mesmerizing, a stark reminder of his primal, insatiable hunger.

“Unnie, loot at how ruthless daddy is,” rosie whispered, her voice laced with a hint of trepidation. “He’s like a monster when it comes to lisa.”

Jisoo nodded, her gaze transfixed on the way lisa’s throat effortlessly accommodated yn’s girth. “Yes, rosie, I can see that. Oppa truly a force to be reckoned with when it comes to his lisa. But you know, I think they’re just… born for each other. Only lisa can satisfy his monstrous appetite, and only daddy can quench her own insatiable thirst.”

Rosie hummed in agreement, her fingers trailing down to lisa’s swollen aching pussy. The heat radiating from her core was palpable, a testament to her arousal. “MMm, you’re right, unnie. They’re perfect for each other – two ravenous beasts, destined to devour one another for eternity.”

The anticipation was palpable as yn’s commanding voice echoed through the room. Rosie and Jisoo exchanged esciteed glances, their fingers trembling with eager anticipation. Lisa, on the other hand, felt a thrill of delight rush through her as she heard yn’s words.

“Alright, my sluts, daddy’s going to cum. Get ready, everyone excited??” yn growled, his gaze burning with primal hunger.

Rosie and Jisoo both squealed in delight. “YESSSS, DADDYYYYY!!!” they chimed in unison, their eyes gleaming with wicked excitement.

Lisa, however couldn’t help but pout slightly at the thought of having to share yn’s precious seed. She loved the taste of cum, the way it coated her tongue and throat, and the feeling of it sliding down her eager gullet. But before she could voice her protest, rosie and Jisoo playfully slapped her breasts, scolding her.

“Come on, lisaaaaaa, don’t be greedy!!! We want daddy’s cum too!!” rosie scolded, her voice laced with mock indignation.

Jisoo nodded in agreement, her fingers trailing teasingly along lisa’s curves. “That’s right, you selfish brat chikennn. You have to share with us!”

Lisa giggled, the feigned sadness quickly melting away. She knew better than to try and keep yn’s coveted seed all to herself. With a wink, she turned her attention back to yn’s throbbing cock, her lips parting again to eagerly accept his imminent release.

“Okay, daddy,” she purred, her tongue darting out to tease the swollen head. “I’ll ne good and save it all for rosie and Jisoo unnie.”

Yn’s grip on her pigtails tightened, his hips rolling in a steady, undulating rhythm. The familiar burn and stretch in her throat told lisa that her daddy was nearing his peak. She moaned around his shaft, the vibrations eliciting a sharp hiss of pleasure from yn.

The sultry heat of YN's seed filled Lisa's mouth, her tongue swirling and caressing the throbbing length of his cock as she struggled to contain the torrent of his release. A shiver of delight coursed through her as she felt the familiar warmth coating the inside of her cheeks, the salty-sweet flavor igniting her senses. But true to YN's command, Lisa resisted the overwhelming urge to swallow, determined to savor every precious drop for her eager companions.

As the last powerful spurt subsided, YN withdrew his glistening, cum-coated shaft from Lisa's mouth with a lewd pop. Her lips were swollen and glistening, coated with a mixture of her saliva and his potent seed. A soft whimper of protest escaped her lips, her eyes shining with longing, She could practically taste the salty bitterness on her tongue, the overwhelming desire to swallow it all down nearly overpowering her, but she knew better not to disobey her master. Beside her, Rosie's eyes gleamed with wicked anticipation, her tongue darting out to moisten her parted lips.

“Now, Rosie,” YN purred, his voice dripping with sultry command. “Why don't you be a good girl and lick me clean?”

Rosie needed no further prompting. With eager enthusiasm, she immediately latched onto YN's cock, her tongue swirling and lapping at the sensitive flesh, determined to leave him spotless. Beside her, Jisoo turned her attention to Lisa, her fingers gently caressing her cheek.

“You did so well, Lisa,” Jisoo murmured, her voice thick with admiration. “But you have to be a good girl and share Daddy's cum with us, okay? Don't you dare swallow a single drop. Daddy wants us to share, remember?”

Lisa nodded obediently, her mouth curving into a sheepish smile as she fought to maintain her precious cargo. The urge to swallow was almost unbearable, but the promise of sharing this precious gift with her sisters was too enticing to resist. She opened her mouth slightly, allowing Jisoo to peek inside and marvel at the glistening pool of cum resting on her tongue.

As Rosie's skilled tongue worked its magic, YN's hips rolled with barely contained pleasure, his fingers tangling in her hair to guide her movements. The room echoed with the obscene sounds of Rosie's eager ministrations, punctuated by YN's guttural growls of approval. Lisa watched the depraved display with rapt attention, her heart pounding with a heady mix of arousal and anticipation. She couldn't wait to gulp down her share of the cum after sharing it with her Unnie and Rosie.

A shiver of anticipation rippled through Lisa as YN's commanding voice filled the room. Her heart raced with a delightful mix of desire and obedience, knowing that her master was about to bestow his precious gift upon her and the other eager sluts. With parted lips, she waited with bated breath,

“That's it, my dear Lisa,” YN purred, his fingers trailing affectionately through her hair.

“You've been such a good girl, controlling yourself so well. But now it's time to share Daddy's cum with Rosie and Jisoo, hmm?”

Lisa's mouth curved into a coy smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She knew how badly she wanted to simply swallow down every last drop of YN's potent seed, but the promise of sharing it with her sisters was far too enticing to resist. Obediently, she opened her mouth wide, allowing the thick, creamy load to rest on her waiting tongue.

Rosie and Jisoo's eyes widened with eager anticipation as they leaned in, their tongues darting out in synchronized movements.

“Mmm, look at all that yummy cum,” Rosie purred, her gaze locked onto the glistening pool in Lisa's mouth. “Come on, Jisoo unnie, let's clean up Lily's mouth together.”

Without hesitation, the two women pressed their lips to Lisa's, their tongues tangling and twisting as they greedily lapped up every last drop of YN's seed. The room echoed with the obscene sounds of their shared feast, punctuated by the occasional pleased hum or muffled moan. Lisa reveled in the sensation, her body thrumming with a heady mix of arousal and delight as she watched her sisters savor their shared prize.

YN's gaze burned with possessive pride, his fingers tangling in Lisa's hair as he watched the depraved display unfold. The sight of his three beautiful sluts sharing his potent cum was a sight to behold, and he knew that he would cherish this moment for eternity.

“That's my good girls,” he purred, his voice dripping with sultry authority. “Now, who's ready for round two?”

With that, YN stroked his cock, and in just a few strokes, he again immediately started spurting and splashing a new load of his cum all over Lisa, Rosie, and Jisoo's faces, covering their beautiful features in his sticky seed. Their eyes shut close as they all took YN's cum proudly on their faces, his hot, thick fluid splashing on their lips, eyes, noses, and foreheads. After YN had spent the last drop of his release, Rosie, Lisa, and Jisoo proudly showed their cum-covered faces, beaming bright smiles radiating on their features as they presented their prize to their master.

“Look at you all,” YN said, his voice dripping with amusement and pride.

“You three look so fucking beautiful and pretty with my cum all over your faces. Well, now you three lick each other's faces and drink my cum, while I'll go and take care of something I should have taken care of before.”

With that, YN left the bed, and the three women eagerly turned to each other, their tongues darting out to savor every last drop of their shared treat. Lisa, Rosie, and Jisoo immediately set to work, their tongues eagerly lapping at each other's cum-covered features, savoring the salty-sweet taste of their master's seed.

As yn turned his attention towards jennie, lisa, rosie and Jisoo were lost in their own depraved indulgence. Tongues intertwined, faces glistening with yn’s potent seed, the three woman savored every last drop of their shared treat. Their playful, sensual exploration was punctuated by the occasional pleased moan or delighted giggle, the sheer of joy of their shared intimacy radiating from every pore.

“MMM, rosie, you missed a spot,” lisa purred, her tongue darting out to sweep across rosie’s cheek, lapping up the glistening remnants of yn’s release. “Let me get that for you.”

Rosie's eyes sparkled with mischief as she nuzzled closer, her lips parting to accept Lisa's offered tongue. The two women melted into each other's embrace, their bodies flush as they savored the flavor of their master's essence.

“Lily poop, you taste so good,” Rosie murmured, her voice thick with desire. “I could do this all day.”

Beside them, Jisoo watched with rapt attention, her own fingers tracing the contours of her cum-coated face. The sheer decadence of the moment was intoxicating, and she couldn't wait to join in the indulgence.

“My turn, my turn!” she exclaimed, pushing Lisa and Rosie apart to claim her own share of the prize. “Don't hog it all, you greedy bitches!”

A wicked grin spread across Lisa's lips as she watched YN stride with purpose towards the chair where Jennie sat, her expression brimming with blatant defiance. The sheer audacity of the younger woman's insolence was both infuriating and thrilling - she clearly had no idea of the punishment that awaited her.

“Look at that bratty little bitch,” Rosie purred, her fingers tracing the sharp lines of Lisa's jaw. “She's just begging for Daddy to put her in her place, isn't she?”

Jisoo hummed in agreement, her tongue darting out to lap at the glistening trails of cum decorating Lisa's cheeks. “Mmm, yes. And you know Daddy's going to give her exactly what she deserves. That cocky little attitude of hers is about to get a very... thorough correction.”

Lisa's eyes gleamed with wicked anticipation as she watched the confrontation unfold. Jennie's days of defiance were surely numbered - once YN got his hands on her, she would be reduced to nothing more than a quivering, submissive mess, begging for his mercy. The thought sent a delightful shiver down Lisa's spine.

“I can't wait to see the look on her face when Daddy breaks her,” Lisa murmured, her voice laced with sultry excitement. “She have no idea what's coming.”

The trio dissolved into a fit of giggles, their bodies intertwined as they continued their sensual exploration. Meanwhile, YN's gaze narrowed as he approached the lone figure of Jennie, his expression a mix of amusement and barely contained fury. It was time to teach the bratty bitch a lesson she would never forget.

Jennie's expression shifted into a haughty, cocky sneer as YN approached, her arms crossing defiantly over her chest. The sheer audacity of her blatant disrespect was palpable, and Lisa, Rosie, and Jisoo couldn't help but exchange amused glances, their mouths still glistening with the remnants of YN's seed.

“Well, well, if it isn't our Dear master,” Jennie spat, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “And just what do you think you're doing over here, hmm? Shouldn't you be busy... Entertaining the others?” 

She punctuated her words with a dismissive flick of her wrist, her gaze sweeping over the trio of women who were still entangled on the bed.

YN remained silent, his piercing gaze fixed solely on Jennie, the muscles in his jaw twitching with barely contained fury. The sheer insolence radiating from the younger woman was both infuriating and thrilling, and he couldn't wait to wipe that cocky smirk right off her face.

Lisa, Rosie, and Jisoo watched the confrontation with rapt attention, their bodies still thrumming with the afterglow of their shared intimacy. The anticipation was palpable - they knew that Jennie's days of defiance were numbered, and they couldn't wait to see their master put the bratty bitch in her place.

“What's the matter, Daddy?”

Jennie taunted, her tone dripping with mocking disdain. “Cat got your tongue? Or maybe you're just too busy trying to keep your little Sluts satisfied to bother with me.” She let out a derisive snort, her eyes narrowing as she leaned back in her chair, her legs crossing in a deliberate display of nonchalance.

YN's grip tightened, his knuckles turning white as he fought to rein in his mounting fury. Jennie's sheer audacity was testing the limits of his patience, and he knew that if he didn't act soon, she would push him past the point of no return. With a low, guttural growl, he took a step forward, his gaze burning with predatory intent.

“You have no idea what's coming for you, you little bitch,” he snarled, his voice barely above a whisper. “By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for mercy. And trust me, you won't be getting any.”

Jennie's eyes widened momentarily, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features before she quickly schooled her expression back into one of defiant disdain. But the tremor in her hands betrayed her, and Lisa, Rosie, and Jisoo couldn't help but exchange gleeful grins, their bodies thrumming with anticipation.

“Oooh, looks like someone's in trouble,” Rosie purred, her fingers trailing lazily down Lisa's arm. “I can't wait to see what Daddy has in store for that bratty little bitch.”

Lisa and Jisoo nodded in agreement, their eyes gleaming with wicked delight. Jennie's days of defiance were numbered, and they couldn't wait to see the look on her face when YN finally broke her.

Jennie's arrogant sneers and blatant disrespect only served to further stoke the flames of YN's mounting fury. The sheer audacity of her defiance was both infuriating and thrilling, and he could practically taste her impending downfall.

“You think you're so clever, don't you, you little bitch?” YN snarled, his grip tightening painfully around Jennie's scalp. “Well, let me tell you something - your days of prancing around with that cocky attitude are over. It's time you learned your place.”

Jennie's eyes narrowed, her expression twisting into a defiant sneer as YN grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her roughly to the floor. “What the fuck?!” she spat, her hands clawing frantically at YN's iron grip.

Jennie's eyes widened in alarm as she hit the hard marble floor, her head striking the unyielding surface with a sickening crack, stars exploding across her vision. Before she could even draw a breath, YN was upon her, his powerful leg pressing down mercilessly against the delicate mound of her pussy. Jennie's shrill screams of protest filled the air, her limbs flailing frantically as she fought to free herself from his vice-like hold.

“No, stop! Get off me, you fucking bastard!” she cried, her limbs thrashing uselessly as she tried in vain to free herself from his unyielding hold.

YN's lips curled into a cruel smirk, his gaze burning with dark amusement as he watched the once-defiant woman crumble beneath his touch. The sight of her squirming and whimpering like a pathetic, helpless animal only fueled his growing arousal, a low, guttural growl rumbling in his chest.

“Scream all you want, sweetheart,” YN taunted, his voice dripping with malicious delight. “No one's gonna save you now. You've got a lot to learn, and I'm gonna make sure you never forget the lesson I'm about to teach you.”

Jennie screams more. “What's the matter, sweetheart?” he purred, his voice dripping with mocking condescension. “I thought you liked it rough. Or is this all too much for your delicate little petite body?”

Lisa, Rosie, and Jisoo watched the scene unfold with rapt attention, their bodies thrumming with a heady mix of arousal and schadenfreude. The way Jennie's bravado had crumbled so quickly under YN's assault was both satisfying and deeply thrilling, and they couldn't wait to see what other delicious torments he had in store for the bratty bitch. The sight of their master's sheer dominance over the once-defiant Jennie was nothing short of intoxicating, and they couldn't wait to see how he would ultimately break her.

“Oh, Jennie...” Lisa murmured, her tone laced with feigned sympathy. “You really had no idea what was coming, did you? I guess you're about to learn a very hard lesson about who's in charge around here.”

“Yes, Jennie,” Rosie purred, her voice thick with wicked glee. “Beg for mercy. Beg Daddy to forgive your insolence. I can't wait to see the look on your face when he makes you his bitch.”

All three chuckles in agreement, their fingers trailing lazily over each other's cum-slicked skin as they waited with bated breath to see how the confrontation would unfold. Jennie's panicked cries only seemed to fuel YN's sadistic desire, and he pressed down harder on her sensitive flesh, reveling in her tortured whimpers. The once-cocky brat was reduced to a quivering, pleading mess, and the sight was nothing short of delicious. With a twisted grin, YN leaned in, his lips nearly grazing Jennie's ear.

“Time to learn your place, sweetheart,” he growled, his voice laced with dark promise. “By the time I'm done with you, you're gonna be begging for my forgiveness. And you'd better pray that I'm feeling merciful.”

Jennie's piercing cries of protest echoed through the room as YN's iron grip tightened around her hair once again, yanking her roughly to her feet. The once-defiant woman's eyes were wide with a mix of fear and fury, her body trembling with a combination of pain and adrenaline.

“No, stop! Let go of me, you fucking bastard!” she screamed, her fingers clawing desperately at his unyielding hold. But YN's grip only tightened, and with a sudden, powerful motion, he hurled her against the nearby wall, her front slamming into the unyielding surface with a sickening thud.

Jennie's scream of agony was cut short as the breath was knocked from her lungs, her arms wrenched painfully behind her back as YN pressed his body against hers, his hand gripping her hair in a vice-like hold. The sheer force of his assault left her utterly helpless, her limbs quivering with a mixture of fear and arousal.

Jennie's eyes darted around the room, desperately seeking an escape, but the triumphant grins on the faces of Lisa, Rosie, and Jisoo only served to extinguish any hope she might have harbored. She was trapped, at the mercy of a man whose sadistic desires knew no bounds.

“P-please,” she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I-I didn't mean... I didn't know...”

YN's grip tightened, a low, guttural growl rumbling in his chest as he leaned in, his lips mere inches from her ear. “Oh, but you did, sweetheart,” he hissed. “You knew exactly what you were doing, didn't you? And now you're going to pay the price.”

Jennie's body went rigid, her heart hammering against her ribcage as the realization of her predicament sank in. She had underestimated YN's power, his ruthless determination to break her, and now she was trapped, helpless and at his mercy. The thought sent a shiver of both terror and unwilling arousal through her, and she knew that whatever horrors awaited her, she would be powerless to resist.

“Please,” she whispered again, her voice quivering with a mix of fear and resignation. “I-I'll do anything. Just... please, don't hurt me...”

YN's lips curved into a cruel, triumphant smile, his grip on her hair tightening as he savored the moment of her utter submission. The once-defiant Jennie had been reduced to a trembling, pleading mess, and the sight was nothing short of delicious. With a low, guttural chuckle, he pressed his body closer, his hips grinding against her backside as he leaned in, his breath hot against her skin.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he purred, his voice dripping with malicious promise. “I'm afraid it's far too late for that. You're about to learn a very hard lesson about who's in charge around here.”

Without any warning, YN suddenly rammed his thick, throbbing cock into Jennie's unprepared asshole, eliciting a shrill scream of shock and agony from the young woman. The sudden, brutal intrusion made her eyes widen in pained surprise, her body instinctively trying to reject the unwelcome invasion. But to her horror, YN's cock slid in with alarming ease, as her ass had been stretched and used countless times before.

“Woah, this easily?” YN exclaimed, his voice dripping with mocking amusement. “Oh, of course - how could I forget? You're no stranger to getting your body used, are you, sweetheart?” 

Jennie's face burned with humiliation as the realization dawned on her, YN's words cutting her like a knife. “I know all about your little tricks, you talentless slut,” 

he spat, his hips grinding mercilessly against her as he savored the sensation of her loose, abused hole clenching around his throbbing length, trying to keep her inside it but failing miserably as his cock slid in and out with extreme ease. “You've been using your body to get ahead in the industry, haven't you? Well, let me tell you something - without all those cocks you've been sucking and taking, you'd be nothing. Just a pathetic, talentless piece of meat.” 

Jennie's eyes widened in horror, her lips trembling with a mix of shame and defiance. Even in the face of such overwhelming humiliation, her cocky, bratty attitude refused to be extinguished. With a guttural snarl, she spat in YN's face, her eyes burning with naked contempt.

“Fuck you,” she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. “You don't know shit about me or what I've had to do to get where I am. I'm not some talentless whore - I've worked my ass off to get here. And I'm not about to let some arrogant prick like you take that away from me.” 

YN's expression darkened, his grip on her wrists tightening until Jennie thought her bones might shatter. With a low, guttural growl, he leaned in, his lips mere inches from her ear, as he bit down on her ear lobe.

With a guttural growl, YN's hips surged forward, his cock slamming into Jennie's ass with ruthless abandon from behind.

The sheer force of his assault sent jolts of agony coursing through her body, her pained screams echoing through the room as she was pinned helplessly between the wall and his relentless onslaught. Yet, even in the face of such overwhelming humiliation, her defiant, cocky attitude refused to be extinguished.

YN's hand tightened in Jennie's hair, yanking her head back as he continued to pound her mercilessly. The sharp, stinging pain of her scalp only seemed to fuel his sadistic desires, and he could feel the heat building within him as he reveled in her tortured whimpers.

“That's it, sweetheart,” he growled, his voice thick with savage delight. “Scream for me. Beg me to stop. I want to hear you admit how much of a pathetic, talentless whore you are.”

Jennie's eyes squeezed shut, tears of humiliation and agony streaming down her face as she struggled against the overwhelming sensations assaulting her. The sheer brutality of YN's assault was shattering her defenses, and despite her best efforts, she could feel her resolve beginning to crumble. But even as her body betrayed her, her stubborn, cocky attitude refused to be broken. With a guttural snarl, she opened her eyes, her gaze burning with defiant fury.

“F-FUCK YOU,” she choked out, her voice trembling with a mixture of pain and defiance. “I'll... I'll never beg for your forgiveness, I’ll never submit to you, you bastard. You can do whatever the fuck you want to me, but you'll never break me.”

YN's lips curled into a twisted, triumphant grin, his grip on her hair tightening until Jennie thought her scalp might tear. “Oh, we'll see about that, sweetheart,” he purred, his hips surging forward with renewed vigor. “By the time I'm done with you, you'll be singing a very different tune.”

YN's taunting words only seemed to fuel his sadistic desires, and he could feel the heat building within him as he reveled in her tortured whimpers. With a guttural growl, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke.

“Fucking shit bitch, you are so loose. It took me 4 months of continuous ravaging of my precious Lily's asshole to loosen her even slightly, but yours?”

He let out a mocking chuckle. “LoL, bitch, your asshole is so loose and gaped that my cock is sliding in and out of it with such extreme ease. Of course after all You're the industry's free-use playtoy, aren't you?”

Jennie's pride and cocky attitude still burned within her, but the sheer amount of pain she was experiencing made it impossible for her to muster a snappy comeback. YN's unyielding grip on her hair, the constant smacking of her petite, flat ass, and the relentless pounding of his cock in her abused asshole - it all combined to overwhelm her, leaving her trembling and helpless in his grasp.

Jennie's defiant facade was crumbling, the pain and humiliation etched across her features as YN's thick, unyielding cock ravaged her abused asshole. Try as she might, the stubborn, cocky attitude that had once defined her was slowly being erased, replaced by a growing sense of resignation and unwilling arousal.

With a sudden, powerful motion, YN pulled out of Jennie's abused asshole, only to immediately align his throbbing cock with her vulnerable pussy. Before she could even react, he slammed his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in her slick, quivering heat. Jennie's body went rigid, a pleasured cry escaping her lips as YN's magnificent cock filled her in ways she had never experienced before.

The shift in sensation was both jarring and intoxicating, and Jennie found herself torn between the lingering pain of her abused asshole and the overwhelming pleasure now coursing through her. YN's hips surged forward with a primal hunger, his gaze dark and intense as he savored the sight of the once-defiant woman slowly unraveling beneath his relentless assault.

Silence fell over the room, the only sounds the soft, desperate whimpers that escaped Jennie's lips and the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin as YN's hips drove into her with unyielding force. The once-cocky woman had been stripped of her bravado, her body betraying her as she slowly succumbed to the sheer power of YN's dominance.

With YN's cock now buried deep within her quivering pussy, Jennie felt a surge of unwanted pleasure coursing through her body. Her defiant facade had crumbled, replaced by a growing sense of submission as she slowly succumbed to the sheer power of his domination.

“AH, FUCKK...” she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. “Your cock... it feels so good.” 

Jennie hated how her body reacted to YN's touch, the way her pussy clenched around his throbbing length as he began to move. The sensations were overwhelming, igniting a fire within her that she had tried so desperately to deny.

YN's grip on her hips tightened as he pulled her back against him, his hips surging forward with a primal hunger. That's it, sweetheart, he purred, his voice dripping with triumph. Your pussy is gripping me so tightly, like it was made just for my cock. He punctuated his words with a series of deep, languid thrusts, eliciting a series of pleasured moans from Jennie's lips.

The once-defiant woman was now lost in a haze of sensation, her body betraying her as she succumbed to the sheer power of YN's domination. Gone was the cocky, bratty attitude that had once defined her; in its place was a desperate, needy creature, craving the very thing she had tried so hard to resist.

“Please...” Jennie whimpered, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and desire. “Don't stop...” She hated herself for the words, for the way she was begging for more, but the way YN's cock was filling her, reaching depths she had never known, was utterly intoxicating. Her pride and defiance had been shattered, replaced by a primal need to be used, to be dominated by this man who had so effortlessly broken her.

The once-defiant Jennie had been utterly shattered, her proud and cocky facade crumbling beneath the relentless onslaught of YN's savage dominance. As his thick, throbbing cock continued to slam into her quivering pussy, a sense of desperate, wanton need consumed her. Gone was the bratty attitude, replaced by a primal craving to be used, to be his plaything.

“Yes, daddy, please don't stop!” Jennie whimpered, her voice trembling with a mixture of shame and unbridled desire. “Keep fucking me, make me your whore, your sex toy. I want it, I need it so badly!”

The corner of YN's mouth twitched, a triumphant smile spreading across his face as he savored Jennie's willful submission. With a low, guttural growl, he gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he surged forward, burying his cock to the hilt within her slick, quivering heat.

“That's it, sweetheart,” he purred, his voice dripping with savage delight. “Say it again. Tell me how much you want to be my little whore.”

Jennie's eyes squeezed shut, her body writhing with a mix of pleasure and humiliation. The words felt like poison on her tongue, yet she couldn't deny the all-consuming need that burned within her. With a desperate, wanton moan, she opened her eyes, her gaze locked onto YN's as she spoke.

“I'm your whore, daddy. Your sex toy.” 

“NNGH! Please, use me,” 

“ahhh!” 

“ravage me, do whatever you want to me. I need your cock, I need it so fucking bad!”

A sharp gasp escaped Jennie's lips as YN's powerful frame loomed over her, his demanding presence exuding an almost feral intensity. With a swift motion, he yanked her down to the floor, her front pressed against the cold, unyielding surface. Jennie's heart raced, a mix of trepidation and unwilling anticipation coursing through her veins as YN swiftly aligned his throbbing cock with her abused, quivering entrance.

“NNGH, YES, PLEASEEE!” she whimpered, her voice thick with a combination of shame and unbridled desire. “Fuck my ass, daddy. I need your cock so badly!”

YN's grip on her hips tightened as he surged forward, burying his thick, pulsing length deep within her yielding flesh. Jennie's body arched in response, her back rising from the floor as she let out a guttural moan of pure, unadulterated pleasure. The sensation of being so completely filled, so utterly dominated, ignited a primal, all-consuming need within her.

“That's it, sweetheart,” YN growled, his voice dripping with savage delight as he began to move, his hips surging forward with a relentless rhythm. “Take my cock, you greedy little slut. Feel me stretching out your ass, claiming every inch of you as mine.” 

Jennie's eyes squeezed shut, her body writhing beneath the onslaught of sensations. The humiliation, the shame, the sheer power of YN's dominance - it all combined to create a heady, intoxicating cocktail of emotion that threatened to overwhelm her. And yet, she craved more, her pussy clenching with desperate need as YN's magnificent cock continued to ravage her most intimate of places.

“NNGH, YES, YESSSS!” she cried out, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and desperation. “Fuck me harder, daddy! I'm your whore, your little slut - use me, abuse me, do whatever you want!” 

YN's lips curled into a triumphant grin, his hips surging forward with renewed fervor as he claimed his prize. The once-defiant Jennie had been utterly broken, her cries of ecstasy echoing through the room as she surrendered herself completely to the sheer power of his domination.

A shuddering gasp escaped Jennie's lips as YN's magnificent cock slid effortlessly into her abused, quivering pussy. The sensations were overwhelming, a delirious mix of pain and pleasure that threatened to shatter her already crumbling resolve. She could feel him reaching depths within her womb that no other man had ever touched, his thick, throbbing length filling her so completely that she swore she could feel him in her very womb.

“OH, GOD, YES!” Jennie cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“Your cock, it's so deep, so fucking deep. No one else has ever reached this far, not even close!” 

She pushed her hips back, desperate to feel more of his unyielding, dominating presence within her.

The relentless assault on her most intimate places was driving Jennie wild with a heady mix of pleasure and shame. As YN switched between mercilessly pounding her ass and her quivering pussy, she could feel the familiar tightening in the pit of her stomach, a sure sign that her orgasm was rapidly approaching.

“Oh, God, yes!” she cried out, her voice dripping with desperate need.

“Don't stop, please! Switch between my holes, daddy - your cock feels so fucking good in both of them!” 

Jennie pushed her hips back, wordlessly begging for more as the sensations threatened to overwhelm her.

YN's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he continued his relentless rhythm. 

“That's it, sweetheart,”  he growled, his voice laced with savage triumph.

“Take my cock, all of it. Feel me stretching you out, claiming every last inch of your greedy little holes.”

Jennie's eyes squeezed shut, her body writhing beneath the onslaught of sensations. The humiliation, the shame, the sheer power of YN's domination - it all combined to create a heady, intoxicating cocktail that threatened to drown her. And yet, she craved more, her pussy and ass clenching with desperate need as he continued to ravage her most intimate of places.

A deep shudder rippled through Jennie's body as YN's fingers trailed down to her throbbing, swollen pussy. Her breath caught in her throat, a desperate whimper escaping her lips as he began to stroke her most sensitive flesh with a featherlight touch.

“Please...” she begged, her voice dripping with shameful need. “I need to cum, daddy. I need it so badly!” 

YN's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as a wicked grin spread across his face. “Oh, I know you do, sweetheart,” he purred, his voice laced with savage delight.

“But you'll cum when I say you can. Not a moment before.” Jennie's eyes squeezed shut, her body trembling with a mix of pleasure and desperation. The relentless, maddening stimulation of YN's fingers on her aching, swollen flesh was driving her to the brink of ecstasy, yet he denied her the sweet release she craved. 

“NNNGHHH, PLEASE!” she whimpered, her hips bucking against his hand.

“I'll be good, I promise! Just let me cum, let me cum for you!” YN chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down Jennie's spine. 

“That's right, beg for it,” he growled, his fingers picking up their merciless pace.

“Beg like the greedy little slut you are.” With a final, agonizing flick of his fingers, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “Now cum for me, sweetheart. Cum all over my cock.” The command was all it took to shatter Jennie's fragile control. A strangled cry of pure, unadulterated ecstasy tore from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing with wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around YN's cock, her juices gushing forth to soak the floor beneath them. 

“AH, FUCKKK!” she wailed, her voice hoarse with the intensity of her release.

“YEEESSSS, DADDDY! Fuck, it feels so good!” Yn prolongs her orgasm by continuing his teasing rubbing on her slit cunt.

The intense sensations were still rippling through Jennie's body as YN withdrew his magnificent cock from her quivering, abused pussy. A shudder ran down her spine at the loss of his dominating presence. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around nothing, desperate for the unyielding presence of YN's magnificent cock to fill her once more. But the devilish man had withdrawn, leaving her whimpering and wanting. “P-please,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. “Don't stop, I need more. I need you to keep going, to make me cum again and again.” Her hips bucked and rolled, her pussy clenching around nothing as it continued to gush forth a steady stream of her arousal Her eyes, hooded with unbridled lust, sought out YN's retreating form as he made his way towards the other girls. “Don't leave me like this,” she whimpered, her hips bucking pathetically against the empty air. “I'll be good, I promise. Just let me keep squirting for you, let me show you how much I need your cock.”

YN paused, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he glanced over his shoulder at the pitiful, trembling woman. “Oh, don't worry, sweetheart,” he purred, his voice dripping with savage delight. “I'm not done with you yet. In fact, I want you to keep going, to keep squirting and shaking and begging for my cock until I say you can stop. Keep going, don't you dare stop. I want to see you drown in your own pleasure.” Jennie's eyes widened, a fresh wave of arousal flooding her senses at his words.

“Y-yes, daddy,” she whimpered, her fingers already trailing down to her swollen, aching pussy. “I'll be your good little squirt toy, I promise. Just please, let me cum again. I need it so badly!” With a deep, rumbling chuckle, YN turned and continued on his path towards the other girls, leaving Jennie to her desperate, humiliating task. Then get to it, slut, he called over his shoulder. Don't stop until I say so. Jennie's eyes squeezed shut, her body writhing uncontrollably as the relentless waves of ecstasy continued to crash over her. She was completely at the mercy of YN's cruel commands, her sense of pride and defiance shattered beneath the sheer intensity of her orgasm. She was a slave to her own insatiable lust, driven to the brink of madness by YN's cruel, masterful control. Nngh, yes, yes! she wailed, her voice hoarse with the strain of her release. I can't stop, I can't! It feels so good, daddy, so fucking good! Rivulets of her arousal streamed down the insides of her thighs, pooling on the floor beneath her as her body continued to convulse and tremble. YN chuckled darkly, his gaze locked onto the debauched sight before him. With a sense of smug satisfaction, he turned his attention to the other girls, Rosie, Lisa, and Jisoo, who waited eagerly on the bed. Well, my darlings, he purred, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and lust. It seems our little Jennie has learned her lesson. Now, who's next? The powerful aftershocks of her orgasm still wracking her body, Jennie lay helpless on the floor, her trembling form drenched in her own arousal. YN's command echoed in her mind, overwhelming her senses and turning her into a quivering, obedient plaything. Yes, daddy, she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. I'll keep squirting for you, I promise. I can't... I can't stop. As YN turned his attention to the other girls, Jennie's hips bucked and undulated, her pussy clenching and fluttering around an invisible cock. The floor beneath her was rapidly becoming a puddle, her juices gushing forth in an uncontrollable torrent. Every fiber of her being was focused on obeying YN's order, her body no longer her own. Desperate, wanton moans spilled from Jennie's lips as the relentless waves of her orgasm continued to crash over her. Her sensitive flesh throbbing with the continuously releasing torrent of squirts. But YN had not given her permission to stop, and so she continued to squirt, surrendering herself completely to the primal, all-consuming ecstasy. Nngh, fuck! she cried out, her voice laced with a mix of pleasure and desperation. I can't... I can't stop, daddy. It feels so good, but I need you, I need your cock inside me! Jennie's pleading gaze followed YN as he made his way to the other girls, her body still writhing and convulsing with unbridled need. She was utterly at his mercy, a broken, trembling mess of a woman who craved nothing more than to be used, abused, and claimed as his own.

The air was thick with palpable anticipation as YN made his way towards the bed where Lisa, Rosie, and Jisoo lay entwined, their naked bodies glistening with a sheen of sweat. A wicked grin tugged at the corners of YN's lips as he drank in the sight before him, his gaze roaming hungrily over the exposed curves and tantalizing flesh of his precious sluts.

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Well, well, look at you three, 

he purred, his voice dripping with savage delight.

 Such a delectable spread, just waiting to be devoured. 

Without a moment's hesitation, he climbed onto the bed, his powerful frame looming over the trio of beauties. His fingers trailed along Lisa's thigh, eliciting a soft, needy whimper from the girl.

Daddy's here now, my darlings, 

he murmured, his eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity.

 And I intend to make the most of every...single...moment. 

With that, he pulled Lisa close, crushing his lips against hers in a bruising, possessive kiss. His hand slid between her legs, his fingers teasing and probing her slick, swollen flesh as she writhed beneath his touch.

Rosie and Jisoo watched with rapt attention, their bodies thrumming with anticipation. Please, YN, 

Rosie whimpered, her voice thick with need.

 We want your attention too. Don't leave us out! 

She pressed herself against his side, nuzzling his neck and trailing her fingers down his chest, desperate for his affection.

Jisoo, not to be outdone, leaned in, her lips brushing against YN's ear. We're your good girls, daddy, 

she purred, her voice dripping with honey.

 Let us show you how much we've missed you. 

She placed a series of featherlight kisses along his jawline, her tongue darting out to tease the sensitive skin.

YN's grip on Lisa tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled away from the kiss, his gaze sweeping over the three women with undisguised lust. Oh, my darlings, 

he growled, his voice rumbling with a primal hunger.

 I plan to enjoy each and every one of you to the fullest. But first... 

His eyes flickered towards the floor, where Jennie lay trembling and squirting, her body a quivering, debauched mess.

A sly grin spread across Lisa's face as she listened to YN's question. She exchanged a knowing glance with Rosie and Jisoo, their expressions mirroring her own wicked delight.

 Satisfied? Oh, daddy, we're more than satisfied, 

she purred, her voice dripping with sultry confidence.

 Watching you put that bratty bitch Jennie in her place was the most delicious thing we've seen in ages.

Rosie nodded in agreement, her fingers trailing teasingly along YN's arm.

 Mm, yes, you really showed her who's boss. The way you manhandled her, how you made her beg and submit - it was positively sinful. 

She leaned in closer, her breath ghosting across his cheek.

 And we want more, daddy. So much more.

Jisoo chimed in, her hand sliding down YN's chest to rest dangerously close to the growing bulge in his pants.

 We live to serve you, YN. To be your obedient, adoring sluts. So please, don't stop at just Jennie. We want to feel your domination, your possession - all of it. 

Her fingers wrapped around his cock, her eyes gleaming with naked hunger.

 Make us scream, daddy. Make us beg for your cock like the greedy whores we are.

YN's gaze swept over the three women, his expression a mix of savage delight and predatory hunger. A deep, rumbling chuckle escaped his lips as he pulled them all closer, his hands roaming possessively over their bodies.

 Oh, my darlings, you know I live to please you. And after that delightful little display, I'd say you've more than earned my attention. 

His grip tightened, his voice dropping to a low, growling purr.

 So get ready, my sluts. Daddy's about to give you the pounding of a lifetime.

With that, YN surged forward, crushing his lips against Rosie's in a bruising, possessive kiss. His other hand tangled in Lisa's hair, yanking her head back to expose the delicate column of her throat. Jisoo watched with rapt attention, her fingers trailing teasingly along the line of his cock, stroking his cock eagerly anticipating the delicious torment to come.

The heated exchange between YN and his three devoted sluts sent a jolt of raw excitement coursing through Jennie's trembling form. Despite the devastating humiliation she had just endured, a renewed hunger stirred within her, her body aching to be the center of YN's dominating attentions once more.

From her place on the floor, Jennie watched with bated breath as Lisa, Rosie, and Jisoo fought and squirmed for YN's affections, their voices rising in a chorus of desperate pleas. The sight of their naked, writhing bodies only served to stoke the fires of her own insatiable lust. She yearned to be back in YN's clutches, to feel the unyielding force of his possession.

Please, daddy! 

Rosie cried out, her fingers trailing teasingly along YN's muscular chest.

 I want to be first! I'll make you feel so good, I promise!

Jisoo pressed herself against YN's side, her lips brushing against his ear.

 No, me! 

she insisted, her voice dripping with honey-soaked desire.

 Let me show you how much I've missed your cock, your domination. I need it, daddy, I need it so badly!

Lisa, not to be outdone, grabbed YN's face, her eyes burning with unbridled hunger.

 Fuck, I can't take it anymore! 

she growled.

 Just take us, all of us! We're yours, daddy, your loyal little sluts. Use us, abuse us, make us scream!

Jennie's heart raced as she watched the spectacle unfold, her body throbbing with a desperate longing. She wanted nothing more than to throw herself at YN's feet, to beg and plead for him to claim her once more. But the memory of his cruel taunts and savage domination still lingered, filling her with a mix of shame and unbridled arousal.

Nngh, please... 

she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the cacophony of her rivals' cries.

 Don't forget about me, daddy. I'll be so good, I promise. Just let me serve you, let me be your whore...

Rosie's breath caught in her throat as YN's powerful frame loomed over her, his cock mere inches away from her aching, slick pussy. A shiver of anticipation rippled through her body, and she could already feel the telltale throb of her arousal.

 Please, daddy, 

she whimpered, her voice dripping with desperation.

 Don't tease me anymore. I need your cock, I need it so badly!

Lisa leaned in close, her lips brushing against Rosie's as her fingers traced featherlight patterns along her trembling thighs.

 Oh, Rosie, you poor thing, 

she purred, her tone both mocking and sympathetic.

 Of course you deserve to be teased. You're such a greedy little slut, always craving daddy's attention. 

Her gaze flickered towards YN, a wicked gleam in her eyes.

 Isn't that right, daddy? She needs to be punished for her impatience, for her wanton hunger. Make her beg, make her plead. I want to hear her scream.

YN's grip on Rosie's hips tightened, a predatory grin spreading across his face.

 Oh, my darling Rosie, 

he growled, his voice dripping with a savage delight.

 You know I live to please my sluts. And if Lisa thinks you need to be punished, well, who am I to argue? 

His hips rolled, the tip of his cock teasing Rosie's slick, quivering entrance.

 Go on then, sweetheart. Beg for it. Beg me to fill that needy little cunt of yours.

Rosie's whole body trembled with unbridled need, her pussy clenching around nothing as she stared up at YN with eyes blown wide with lust.

 Please, daddy, please! 

she cried out, her voice cracking with desperation.

 I can't take it anymore! I need your cock inside me, stretching me, claiming me as your own. I'll do anything, I swear! Just fuck me, use me, make me scream!

Lisa watched the display with rapt attention, her own arousal spiking at the sight of Rosie's shameless begging. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Rosie's ear as her fingers trailed down to her swollen, aching clit.

 That's it, Rosie, 

she purred, her voice dripping with wicked delight.

 Show daddy how much of a greedy little slut you are. Make him see how badly you need his cock. 

With that, she began to tease and stroke Rosie's sensitive flesh, drawing out a chorus of desperate, needy whimpers.

A shiver of anticipation rippled through Rosie's body as YN's thick, throbbing cock finally began to breach her slick, needy pussy. The sheer size of him was overwhelming, stretching her walls to their limit as he slowly, agonizingly pushed his way inside. A strangled gasp escaped her lips, a mix of pleasure and discomfort as her body struggled to accommodate his intrusion.

Nngh, daddy, it's so much, 

she whimpered, her fingers clawing at the sheets beneath her.

 I-I can't... it's too big! 

Her hips bucked and writhed, her pussy clenching down on YN's cock in a desperate attempt to draw him deeper.

Lisa watched the display with rapt attention, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous hunger. Oh, Rosie, 

Lisa, ever the devoted companion, immediately sprang into action. Leaning in close, her fingers danced along Rosie's inner thighs, coaxing them apart to help ease YN's passage. With a mischievous grin, she locked eyes with Rosie, her voice dripping with sultry encouragement.

 You can take it, I know you can. Just relax, let daddy fill you up. 

With that, she leaned in, her lips brushing against Rosie's ear as her fingers danced across her swollen, sensitive flesh.

 That's it, let him stretch that greedy little cunt of yours. Show him how much you need it.

YN's grip on Rosie's hips tightened, a low, rumbling growl escaping his lips as he fought to push deeper inside her quivering, vice-like pussy.

 Fuck, Rosie, he grunted, his brow furrowed in concentration. You're so goddamn tight. But I'm not stopping until I'm buried to the hilt. With a sharp, forceful thrust, he drove himself the rest of the way inside, eliciting a strangled scream of pleasure from Rosie.

Ahhh, yes! she cried out, her back arching as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. It's so good, daddy, so full! Please, don't stop, don't ever stop! Her hands shot out, grasping desperately at YN's muscular frame as she clung to him, her body trembling with unbridled need.

Lisa watched the display with a satisfied grin, her fingers still working Rosie's sensitive flesh.

 That's it, Rosie, she purred, her voice dripping with wicked delight. Take every inch of daddy's cock. Show him how much you love being his little slut. She pressed a searing kiss to Rosie's lips, swallowing her desperate moans as YN began to thrust in and out of her, his powerful hips driving him deeper with each stroke.

A delicate shiver ran down Lisa's spine as she observed the intimate display unfolding before her. The sight of Rosie writhing beneath YN's powerful frame, her body quaking with unbridled ecstasy, sent a jolt of vicarious pleasure coursing through her own veins. Lisa's fingers danced along Rosie's thighs, coaxing them apart to allow YN deeper access to her slick, aching pussy.

Look at you, Rosie, 

Lisa purred, her voice dripping with a sultry, mocking edge.

 Moaning like the greedy little slut you are. You just can't get enough of daddy's cock, can you? 

Her nails raked lightly along Rosie's inner thighs, eliciting a shudder of pleasure from the girl.

 But don't worry, sweetheart. I'm going to make sure you get every single inch of it.

Lisa leaned in, her lips brushing against Rosie's ear as her fingers teased the swollen, sensitive flesh of her clit. Rosie's back arched, a strangled cry of bliss escaping her lips as the dual sensations threatened to overwhelm her.

 Nngh, Lisa, please! 

she begged, her hips bucking desperately against YN's relentless thrusts.

 It's too much, I can't - ahh!

YN's grip on Rosie's hips tightened, his powerful frame looming over her as he drove himself deeper inside her quivering, vice-like pussy.

 That's it, Rosie, 

he growled, his voice rumbling with savage delight.

 Take every inch of daddy's cock. Show me how much you love being my little slut. 

With each forceful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, eliciting a chorus of desperate, pleasured cries from Rosie.

Lisa watched the display with rapt attention, her own arousal spiking as she witnessed Rosie's shameless surrender. She leaned in, pressing a searing kiss to Rosie's lips, swallowing her moans of ecstasy. Her fingers continued their torturous ministrations, drawing out wave after wave of earth-shattering pleasure from the girl.

 That's right, Rosie, 

Lisa purred between kisses.

 Scream for daddy. Let the whole world know how much you love being used.

Jennie's whole body trembled as Jisoo approached, her juices still glistening on the floor. The older girl's expression was unreadable, but Jennie couldn't help the spike of arousal that shot through her at the sight of Jisoo's tall, commanding frame.

I-I can't believe it, 

Jennie stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

 He just... he took control of me. Every part of me. 

She let out a shaky laugh, her fingers trailing through the puddle of her own arousal.

 Even now, I can still feel him inside me. His cock, his hands, his cruel words - they've branded me, Jisoo. I'm his, completely and utterly.

Jisoo's gaze softened ever so slightly as she looked down at the trembling girl. Reaching out, she gently brushed a stray lock of hair from Jennie's face, her touch surprisingly tender.

 I know, Jennie. I saw the way he dominated you, the way he made you submit. And I must say... 

A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

 I'm impressed.

Jennie's eyes widened, her heart racing. She had expected disgust, perhaps even pity - but not this. Not Jisoo's quiet admiration.

 You... you're not disgusted? You don't think I'm... weak? 

Her voice shook with a mixture of uncertainty and hope.

Jisoo shook her head, her hand moving to cup Jennie's chin, tilting her face upwards.

 On the contrary, Jennie. I think you're the bravest of us all. To surrender yourself so completely, to embrace the ecstasy of your own subjugation - it takes a special kind of strength. 

Her thumb traced the curve of Jennie's lower lip, her eyes darkening with a newfound hunger.

 And I, for one, find it exquisite.

Jennie's breath caught in her throat, a shiver of anticipation rippling through her body. As Jisoo's grip tightened, she felt a surge of desperate longing, an ache to be dominated and claimed once more. Desire burned in her veins, and for the first time since YN's brutal assault, she felt a glimmer of hope.

Then... will you help me, Jisoo? 

she whispered, her voice dripping with need.

 Will you show me how to please him, how to be the perfect little slut he desires?

Jisoo's eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger, her thumb tracing the curve of Jennie's lower lip. A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she leaned in closer, her breath ghosting across Jennie's skin.

My dear Jennie, 

she purred, her voice low and sultry.

 I would be honored to help you become the whore you were born to be. 

With that, she closed the distance between them, capturing Jennie's lips in a searing, possessive kiss.

Jennie melted into Jisoo's embrace, her body thrumming with a desperate need. As their tongues danced, she felt a renewed hunger stirring within her, a craving to be used and degraded once more. The taste of Jisoo's lips, the firmness of her touch - it all served to stoke the fires of her insatiable lust.

Across the room, the sounds of Rosie's ecstatic moans filled the air, mingling with the guttural growls of YN as he continued to pound into her slick, quivering pussy. Lisa watched the display with rapt attention, her fingers teasing and tormenting Rosie's sensitive flesh, drawing out wave after wave of earth-shattering pleasure.

That's it, Rosie, 

Lisa purred, her voice dripping with wicked delight.

 Take every inch of daddy's cock. Show him how much you love being his little slut. 

Her lips brushed against Rosie's ear, eliciting a shudder of pleasure from the girl.

 You're doing so well, sweetheart. Now, let's see if we can make you scream even louder.

YN's grip on Rosie's hips tightened, his powerful frame looming over her as he drove himself deeper inside her quivering, vice-like pussy.

 Fuck, Rosie, 

he growled, his voice rumbling with savage delight.

 You're so goddamn tight. But I'm not stopping until I've milked every last drop of pleasure from that greedy little cunt of yours.

Rosie's back arched, a strangled cry of bliss escaping her lips as the dual sensations of YN's relentless thrusts and Lisa's torturous ministrations threatened to overwhelm her. Her whole body trembled with unbridled ecstasy, her pussy clenching down on YN's cock in a desperate attempt to keep him buried deep inside her.

Nngh, yes, daddy! 

she moaned, her voice cracking with desperation.

 Don't stop, please! I need it, I need it so badly. Ahh, fuck, it feels so good!

Rosie's breath came in short, ragged gasps as YN's powerful frame loomed over her, his hips driving into her with relentless, punishing force. Every slam of his cock against her slick, quivering walls sent tremors of ecstasy radiating through her body, drawing forth a chorus of desperate, pleasured cries.

Nngh, daddy, I'm so close! 

Rosie whimpered, her fingers clawing at the sheets beneath her.

 Please, I need to cum. I need it so badly! 

Her back arched sharply, her pussy clenching down on YN's thick, throbbing shaft as her body teetered on the precipice of release.

YN's grip on Rosie's hips tightened, his eyes narrowing with savage focus. Not yet, slut, 

he growled, his voice dripping with a predatory hunger.

 You'll cum when I say you can. And not a moment before. 

With that, he slowed his pace, withdrawing until only the tip of his cock remained inside Rosie's quivering entrance.

Lisa watched the display with rapt attention, her lips curled into a wicked grin. Oh, Rosie, 

she purred, her fingers dancing along the younger girl's trembling thighs.

 You poor thing. Daddy's not going to let you off that easy, is he? 

Her thumb brushed against Rosie's swollen, throbbing clit, eliciting a desperate whimper.

 Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make sure you get what you need. Even if I have to wring it out of you myself.

With that, Lisa leaned in, capturing Rosie's lips in a searing, possessive kiss. Her fingers continued their torturous ministrations, drawing out every last shudder of pleasure from the girl's writhing form. Rosie's whole body thrummed with unbridled need, her pussy clenching around nothing as she ached to be filled once more.

Please, daddy! 

she cried out between desperate, breathless kisses.

 I can't take it anymore! I need to cum, I need it so badly. Just let me - aahhh! 

Her words dissolved into a strangled scream of ecstasy as YN suddenly slammed his hips forward, burying his cock to the hilt inside her quivering, vice-like pussy.

Then cum for me, you greedy little slut, 

YN growled, his voice dripping with savage delight.

 Cum for daddy, and don't hold back. 

With that, he began to pound into Rosie's slick, receptive flesh, drawing forth a cacophony of pleasured cries that echoed through the room.

Rosie's body went numb as she came undone, her mind going blank with ecstasy and pleasure. Her pussy clenched YN's cock madly, milking him for every last drop as her orgasm tore through her in powerful, unrelenting waves. YN continued to thrust, prolonging her bliss, while Lisa's relentless ministrations only added to the intensity of Rosie's release.

 Ahh, yes! 

Rosie cried out, her voice hoarse from the sheer force of her climax.

 It's so good, daddy, so fucking good! Don't stop, please, don't ever stop! 

Her hands gripped YN's muscular frame, clinging to him as she rode out the aftershocks of her earth-shattering orgasm.

A shiver of anticipation rippled through Lisa's lithe frame as YN removed his pulsing cock from Rosie's slick, quivering pussy. The sight of her best friend's juices glistening on his shaft ignited a primal hunger within her, and she could already feel her own arousal pooling between her trembling thighs.

Yes, daddy, 

she purred, her voice dripping with wanton need.

 Cover my face with her sweet, sweet release. 

Without hesitation, Lisa buried her face against Rosie's spasming sex, her tongue darting out to lap at the torrents of fluid gushing forth.

Rosie's back arched sharply, a guttural scream of ecstasy tearing from her lips as the dual sensations of Lisa's greedy ministrations and YN's commanding presence threatened to overwhelm her. Her hips bucked wildly, soaking Lisa's features in her copious release as wave after wave of earth-shattering pleasure rocked her trembling form. Nngh, fuck! 

Rosie cried out, her voice cracking with desperation.

 It's too much, I can't - ahhh! 

She surrendered completely to the onslaught of sensation, her body quaking with unbridled bliss.

YN watched the display with a savage grin, his gaze drinking in every quiver of Rosie's flesh and every moan that spilled from Lisa's lips. That's it, my little sluts, 

he growled, his voice rumbling with dark delight.

 Cover each other in your filthy juices. Show me how much you love being my personal whores.

His fingers tangled in Lisa's hair, yanking her head back to expose the glistening mess that now coated her features.

 Look at you, he hissed, his grip tightening. Lapping up your friend's cum like the greedy bitch you are. I bet you wish it was my seed painting your face, don't you? Lisa's eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping her as she savored the taste of Rosie's release. Yes, daddy, 

she whimpered, her voice thick with unabashed lust.

 I want it so badly. Please, let me taste you. I'll be such a good girl, I promise.

Her tongue darted out, licking her lips in a desperate bid to capture every last drop. Rosie watched the display through hooded eyes, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. The sight of Lisa submitting so completely to YN's dominance only served to stoke the embers of her own insatiable desire.

Daddy... Rosie murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. I need you. I need you inside me again. Please, don't make me wait any longer.

With a sudden, brutal movement, YN yanked Rosie beneath him, her body crushed beneath his powerful frame. Aligning his throbbing cock with her unsuspecting entrance, he wasted no time in burying himself to the hilt in her tight, unforgiving passage. Nngh, fuck! 

Rosie cried out, her voice cracking with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

 Daddy, it's so big! I-I can't - ahh! YN's hips snapped forward, his powerful thrusts driving his cock deeper into Rosie's clenching hole. The sensation of her tight, velvety walls gripping him so desperately only fueled his savage hunger, and he began to pound into her relentlessly, the obscene sounds of their coupling echoing through the room. Lisa watched the display with rapt attention, her own arousal pooling between her trembling thighs. The sight of Rosie's submission, the sounds of her agonized cries, it all served to stoke the fires of Lisa's own insatiable lust. That's it, Rosie, 

she purred, her voice dripping with wicked delight.

 Take every inch of daddy's cock. Show him how much you love being his little slut.

a/n - it is not to be continued i am very sorry for disappointing whoever waiting for this, if any one was waiting for this. 😔😔

[lsuyia]

❝𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑❞

A/N - ngl i literally pulled this out my ass at 11 am since i rlly needed to start posting on my tumblr more, pls request fic ideas!

relationship is established! also fem!reader

MDNI

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satoru gojo, just seems like the the type of person to randomly be scrolling on instgram,— barely finding interesting and find a video of a baby.

The baby could be doing anything, laughing, giggling, saying its first word,—and like fucking magic will automatically text you about it, spam calling you

it all just started as one simple cute video that satoru saw, making his baby fever go through the roof.

One fucking video, was all it took.

You would get home from work, wanting to take a nap, oh but here he comes, bending you over on the kitchen table, making your legs tremble, just so he can try to get you pregnant.

“Spread wide open f’me, yeah?”

You started to wonder what was going on when one day he magically appeared when you were showering saying he wanted to shower with his beautiful girlfriend, which you knew he was lying straight through his teeth.

Few minutes later, he has you pinned against the shower wall, going at an ungodly pace bruising your cervix in the process with every thrust as he smiles seeing breathless, flustered face.— which some how always seemed to keep him hard.

“Just a little longer for daddy?”

You automatically knew when he said that something was going on, and you were going to get to the bottom of it.

For days straight, satoru would always have you bend over, legs up, on the floor,on the wall, in the bed, in the car fucking you dumb until he finally came inside you.

Everytime.

At this point you were getting concerned that you might actually get you pregnant.

So, you decided to finally open up about the whole dilemma, you couldnt keep going on like this.

“toru baby?” You called out to him after minutes thinking about if you should actually do this. “coming.” He said back as his light footsteps treaded across the living room before finally appearing in-front of you before he sat beside you. “yeah honeybun?” He softly spoke to you while his hand traveled to your thighs, squeezing at the plush.

“I wanted to talk to you about something..” You trailed off at the end, which in gojo’s eyes sounded pretty serious to him. His head immediately turned to look at you looking at you concerned. “Do you think we could like…—calm down with the sex?”

You spoke softly to him not even looking at him out of pure embarrassment of the situation. The silence was so loud after you spoke to him,— until he finally casually spoke back to you“yea baby thats fine, if you wanted to calm down you could’ve told me earlier.” He said with a shrug seeming like the situation didn’t affect him at all.

Oh but, it very much did.

In his eyes, It sounded like you didnt want to have a child with him, which drove him absolutely insane.

The constant sex ban worked for a full month until he was back at it again.

You couldn’t even take off your shoes without him touching your nipples through your clothes, just to turn you on and get you into bed with him.

One thing lead to another and you and him getting into a heated argument in your shared bedroom.

“Gojo, what is up with you? I cant even walk into the fucking house without you trying to finger me!” you exclaimed practically yelling at him. Your attitude towards him at him caught in a dumb daze. You were starting to get tired of the constant sex every day.

He was yelling back before but now he was silent as he stood in front of you not speaking, you rarely ever called him last name which let him know you were pretty serious about the whole ordeal.

He couldn’t keep his need for you under wraps for any longer.

“Honeybun, I want a baby.” He said to you, as his light blue eyes locked with yours.

You were honestly shocked at him, he wanted a baby? The only word you could even speak was

“what?”

“honeybun, I want a baby with you.” He leaned towards you cupping your face as he planted tender kisses.

“I want to see you and me mixed together, I wanna see both of us go through mother and fatherhood, I want to see all of you honeybun.” He said grabbing your hands interlocking them with his. He was really genuine and heartfelt about the whole baby fever nonsense.

You were still in slight shock, but you had a small thought about the idea of you and satoru’s kid still fresh in your mind at the moment

—

Needless to say, you finally found out why gojo was acting crazy all those months ago

You sighed watching television with your pregnant belly while gojo had his arms wrapped around you and his head lightly resting on your stomach, careful not to hurt you at any point

“Their going to be so cute.”

he hummed giving your tummy a tender kiss.

[bro-idkwhatimdoinghere]

Oh Billy… (Part 1)

pairing - Billy Hargrove x y/n

summery- dustin gets bullied by Billy without knowing that he is your younger brother. What will he do when you no longer talk to him because of what he did to Dustin

565 words.

(part 1)

(part 2) - finished!

‘Is there another reason why you are at my locker again Hargrove’ you say with a hint of annoyance, ‘What cant a guy see his best girl anymore. I’m heartbroken that you think i would be here for any other reason Henderson’ he cackles out to you. Sighing you place your forehead onto the locker and take a deep breath in. Billy really knew how to get under your skin and boy did he love doing it. In Biology when Miss Phillips so gladly sat you next to each other, he found it to be is one misson to make you filp by talking your pens until you had none left, stealing your notes without asking or even telling you. He would waltz into class 15 minutes late smelling like cigarettes and place his black boots onto your desk just to try and get under your skin. You had started to become accustomed to this irritating boy, however it made you feel special in a way. Billy wasnt doing this to any other girl.

Just you.

And as much as you hated to admit it as you had told everyone that you wouldnt touch Billy Hargrove with a 10 foot pole, you started to enjoy the little conversation at your locker each morning and see all of the cheerleaders give you dirty looks because he never did that with anyone before. You knew that billy was flawed to say the least however you couldnt help but fall for his smirk and baby blue eyes. His hair and the way he always played with it when he was bored in class. He always offered to give you rides back home and you were starting to think that he might actually like you.

It was a random Wednesday when both Hawkins middle school and highschool got together. You looked for your brother in the crowed however your friends were pulling you along to your seats in the hall you didnt see him. During the middle of the boring fire escape plan you decided to sneak off to the toilet because the teachers voice was already irritating you. 

On your way to the toilet you hear a little squeak and a locker door shutting. A familiar laugh was carried through the hallway until it was silent. When you turned around to go back into the hall you heard a small cry for help. Upon hearing this voice you immediately knew who was trapped in a locker. Your little brother dustin was shoved into a locker. You called out his name and tried to locate which locket he was in. When you saw who’s locker it was your heart sunk. It was billys locker and it has Billy who had shoved him in in there when he was walking past.

It took about 20 minutes to pry his locker open and get Dustin out. He was bright red with embarrassment and from that moment forward you decided that you didnt like Billy Hargrove anymore.

when Friday rolled around Billy was stood by your locker again waiting for you. You took one look at him and ignored him as you opened your locker to get to your books. Once collecting them all you slammed the door shut and left him standing there without uttering one word. Billy was confused and tried to catch up with you in the corridor but he was too late. 

[httpsdrewstarkey]

hollywood || rafe cameron

authors note: been thinking about rafey a lot lately. kinda a short story? i did not know what to name this lol

warnings: smut

Y/N sat on the outside patio furnurtue of the house watching the party in full swing. The smell of chlorine coming from the pool as at the group of people jumped into the pool, the couple in front of her doing a line, but all she could think about was him. The alcohol slowly getting into her bloodstream, as she sat there sulking watching everyone, cursing at them for having a good time. She knew he’d show up any moment, she was thinking about him again, she couldnt help it. He was all she every thought about, when she showered, when she went to the store, when she sat down at family dinner with her parents and brother-

“Yo, Top!” 

“Shit,” she whispered to herself, her eyes closing for a second, hearing his voice behind her. She got up quickly, pushing past the coked out couple, making her way to the kitchen to get something stronger to drink. She took a deep breathe, the adrenaline pumping through her body from just the sound of his voice. She hadn't even seen him, but she knew, knew he would be here, walking around looking the way he did, his tanned skin glowing, his buzzed hair no longer buzzed, growing longer and messier by the day. She looked up, standing at the island hoping to get a better quick look at him. 

“Looking for someone?” She cursed silently to herself again feeling the goosebumps rise all over her body, turning around. 

“No,” she said, shaking her head slightly, making direct eye contact with him. The black hoodie on him sprawling out the word ‘Hollywood’ in white letters, fuck he looked good, and he knew it. The smirk plastered on his face, as his eyes trailed up and down to get a quick look at her. She leaned back slightly on the island, watching as his hand made their way to his lips, the gold ring shining as he watched her. She tried her best to stay calm, to not let him know that her heart was literally about to beat out of her chest.

He stepped closer to her, dropping his hand from his mouth, shaking his head, “Nah,” he whispered, not believing her, “I think you are though,” he said, his voice lowering. 

He stepped closer leaning up against the island beside her, crossing his arms, continuing to watch her closely, taking in the smell of her perfume. He quickly took the drink from her sitting it on the counter, as he stood in front of her, slightly leaning in, his hands on the island, caging her in. His mouth coming up to her ear as he spoke,

"Meet me upstairs, yeah?" He said licking his lips, his left hand coming up to give her a pat on the ass, as he turned around, leaving her there feeling like she was grasping for air.

As she climbed the stairs, her breathing staggered, her skin feeling hot, and her heart pounding harder with every step she took. She paused in front of the door, taking a deep breath to pull herself together.

And when she finally had the courage to open the door, there he was. Sitting on the edge of the bed, his legs spread wide with his arms crossed, his eyes going up and down her body. She stood there watching him as he rose from the bed, stepping closer to her.

His hand came up to cup her face gently to touch her, then both hands slowly going down her arms, tracing her skin lightly, as his eyes made their way to look at her lips and down to her chest. They finally settled firmly on her waist, pulling her closer. He dipped down slightly, his lips hovering over hers. Her body aching for him to close the space between their lips.

But he didn't. Instead, he paused, their lips almost touching, a smirk coming over his face, teasing her.

"Tell me who you were looking for downstairs," he whispered, keeping them as close as possible. Her stomach dropped.

"You.." She whispered, the words barely coming out. The smug smile on his face growing.

"Good girl."

His lips pressed against hers closing the space between them, his hand sliding up to tangle in her hair. She gasped softly, and he took this as an opportunity to deepen their kiss further, his tongue brushing against hers in a slow, almost punishing way. He kissed her like he was claiming her, pouring every ounce of the tension and desire that had ever simmered between them.

She tugged at his jeans, her fingers curling into the fabric with urgency, her soft moan spilling into his mouth as she tried to make her need for him clear. He pulled back, breaking the kiss, their lips red and swollen, a thin string of saliva briefly connecting them before it broke.

They moved in unison, their hands fumbling and eager to get rid of their clothes. She stepped forward to kiss him again, her hands on the base on his neck to pull him closer, as his hands made their way up and down her body to feel every inch of her. They stumbled their way to the bed, their kiss never breaking as she started to grind against him, a groan falling from his lips.

With a quick movement, his hands gripped her waist, flipping her over, her back pressed against the bed as he hovered over her. He leaned back, both is knees digging into the bed on the sides of her, as he slid his hands down her thighs, gripping and pulling her legs to rest on his shoulders.

He lines himself up to her soaking entrance, feeling the warmth and wetness coming from her. He watches as she jerks slightly, wanting to feel him more. He smiles, laughing at her for being so desperate.

"Jesus, you're a fucking mess, we've barely gotten started."

"Are you going to fuck me or what?"

That's all it took for him to slam his thick length in, she gasped, her mouth falling into an o shape, as he found a steady pace to pound in and out of her.

"Been thinking about pounding this tight little hole all week," he grunted out, trying to keep his pace steady, trying not to get distracted with the feeling of her wrapped so tightly around him.

His pace starts to pick up more, the sound of him sliding in and out echoing throughout the room as she whimpered underneath him, holding onto his biceps for support.

"Keep squeezing me like that, givin' me no choice but to fill this pretty pussy up."

He doesn't slow down, her whimpers only growing louder as he continues his brutal pace, a thin layer of sweat covering both their bodies as the bed creaks loudly under the impact. Her body clenches up feeling the orgasm getting closer as he continues to hit all the right spots.

"R-Rafe.. gonna make me cum," she says squirming, trying to push him back a little, the pressure being too much for her to handle

"Don't even think about it, gonna keep pounding this pussy until you pass out, got it?" He said, his own orgasm approaching.

“Wonder what Top would say if he walked in right now, seeing his best friend nail his little sisters shit in his bed?”

[shakethediseeas]

ALIEN STAGE CHARACTERS WITH AN ALIEN READER

alien stage x reader

maybe ill make more (ivan, hyuna and sua)

CHAFACTERS: TILL, LUKA, MIZI

On your 15th birthday your parents decided to give you a planet as a gift, they took over and made a stage to keep you entertained! its so fun! its humans trying to survive by performing music you've never heard of before.

One day, you decide to visit the garden to take one for yourself and when you saw that figure running by, you knew you want that one.

heads turned at the sound of children going 'woah' as you twirl and walk past them, looking at them as if they were animals in a zoo. two aliens behind you as you keep searching and start getting frustrated-- no one was appealing for you.

just when you were about to turn and head home to complain you finally spot one. they were running after someone with flowers in their hand, and more kids chasing after them.

they stopped when the kid bumped into you, and it went silent. They fell to the floor as you brushed your outfit clean of their filth before pointing down at them.

"i want this one."

to take them of the joy and friends they had in here didnt really matter to you. to you its like picking an animal from a shelter, bringing them to a better home where the only one they would rely on would be you.

that smile you saw before you picked them no longer existed. They were quiet and nervous of getting any negative reaction out of you which only made you mad but you had to be patient with them in order for them to be happy!

'first few months'

how come these humans dont come with a manual because this human was shattering things in rage when they thought you werent home and they hide in a corner so they dont get caught.

You heard of their behavior problems before picking them up, but you didn't care as long as you got to see that smile they had—but since they weren't smiling, you'd have to fix that.

you took Till to visit the garden for a bit, even though your guards were against the idea but who were they to tell you what to do?

He was so happy—the happiest he's ever been since you took him away. When you came to pick him up, he shyly asked if he could ever visit again, to which you nodded.

'you werent THAT bad' is what he thought after you gifted him a custom guitar. you noticed he played with an imaginary one so you decided to build trust and gift him a fancy new electric guitar!

and you still took him constantly to see his friends even though he heard you being scolded for it, that fake argument made him feel more appreciated.

'a few years later'

he jumps to sit down on your bed before demanding to visit a friend who was with their owner, you half listen, too busy painting your nails and kicking your feet in concentration.

mid rant you push the nail polish to his face and say "paint my nails first then ill think about it"

and he does so with a red face.

'first few monthd'

you were pretty sure you were speaking their language so why the hell was this human just staring off into space while drool escaping its mouth. you recoil in disgust and start regretting your decision a bit.

it took you a lot of patience and time to figure out what he likes, you ended up spending a lot of coin on the human for him to at least look at you with stupid big eyes.

you had to spoon feed luka unless you wanted him to starve to death, he couldnt sleep or change properly without you there glaring at him before reluctantly helping him.

you suppose it was okay, if he relied on you too much that would mean he couldn't really leave you, you were in charge.

'.....' though you wished he was a bit more vocal, you thought about it for a long time, if he didnt have the brain capacity to say a nice thank you maybe he could sing for you.

so he did. you bought him whatever you deemed necessary, and he sometimes mentioned another small thing and u gave it to him.

'a few years later'

you dont know why he wanted to sing for anyone else other than you but you allowed it. ever since you took him to see the stage in the VIP section he finally voiced out 'i want to do this' well not really but his face said it.

you get back home, a bit tired and hes tailing behind you as always. you land on the bed exhausted before flicking your hand in the air to signal him 'sing me a song'

after hes done he asks if you requested anything else, noting how tired you looked. but you just shook your head and tell him do whatever you want.

what you didnt expect him to hug you from behind. you couldnt see his face but youd assume its that blank face as always. only he knew that you were wrong.

it was face of pure adoration, a face that said 'you will never leave me' and he held tighter before saying to himself 'im in charge'

oh how you jumped around excitedly at this well behaved human! so sweet, like a cherry, they tried to have a conversation with you by asking "do you like making flower crowns?"

of course you havent who those this human think you are? but instead of saying something like that you shake your head and deny, before asking if they would teach you.

you make flower crowns with Mizi. you demanded to your guards any flowers she would ask for and bring batches of them to her before saying 'where do we start?'

shes happy at first but then you notice that she starts looking a bit sad, you ask her whats wrong and she looks at you with big eyes and says "when will i see my friends again?"

oh well with that sweet face how could you not take her to see her friends every day. and with a big smile she cheers and every day she makes new flower crowns or crafts for them.

'a few years later'

you start thinking 'maybe i spoiled her too much. maybe listening to her every request was a bad idea' as you cross your arms, on your custom designed chair in the center of the audience, the VIP section.

you stare as shes almost shot down by soldiers. you stare as shes taken away from you. you stare at the 'MISSING' message with her face plastered on it.

of course, you knew where she was. you had a tracker on all your pets. but for some reason, you let her run around. it wont be long until she realizes she wont have anyone left anymore.

it wont be long till she realizes she has no one else but you.

[mysicklove]

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

DAY 4: SENSORY DEPRIVATION

With: Kyojuro Rengoku

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Sub! Kyojuro, gn! reader, blindfold/gag/earmuffs, feather usage, ice usage, nonverbal safe word discussed (not used), implied wax play, crying, begging/pleading, reader is a liar.

A/N: Everytime i wrote about his happy trail i thought of ashi. LOL. also this fic is a mess im going to be honest. not my best work, my friends.

Rengoku doesn't understand why he was put in this position. He doesn't understand why he has a blindfold on with his arms tied together behind him, and his legs strapped to the bottom of the chair. He doesn't understand why he has a small black gag in his mouth and pink fluffy earmuffs. 

The thing was, Kyojuro struggles with restraints. He just can't seem to sit still when he receives pleasure. He wants desperately to obey your commands, but your touch always sends him spiralling, and his body always jerks and twitches without meaning to. He has accidentally knocked your hand away so many times when you overstimulate him, or forced your hand back onto his cock when you edge him. It was just a force of habit, and he always apologizes profusely when he does so. Its not like he means to disobey you.

So, tying him up was the next best option. Plus, depriving him of his senses was just because you were feeling cruel, and you wanted to see how strongly he was bound to react with your touch. 

So here he was, completely at your mercy, shivering slightly from what you could guess fear or guilt. He has never done anything to make him deserve a “punishment”, but you were mean. He just looked so pretty when his face was contorted in fear, you couldnt help yourself.

Rengokus blindfold was already dampening with tears as he continues to tremble under your view. His whole world is dark, and everything is silent. The lack of his senses was a strange feeling, and it overwhelmed him.  "I'm sorry, my love. I'm sorry. Im sorry," He pleads into the gag, the words coming out so muffled you can barely make out the apologies. 

You grab his chin, and press a kiss to his temple, his cheek, and his neck. Immediately he seems to calm down, and you take this time to remove just one of his earmuffs. “Did nothing wrong, Kyo. There is no need to cry.”

He jumps at the sudden sound, and turns to where your voice was coming from. He sniffles, but nods, leaning his head forward to hopefully coax out more affection from you. You smile at him and move to rest your palm on his cheek. He nuzzles it immediately, thankful for any touch. The darkness and the silence made him feel alone, and he was grateful to have some sort of reassurance. 

Your hands graze at his thighs, and he flinches at the feeling, breathing into the muzzle. “Not going anywhere, relax pretty. I'm here,” You coo, using your other hand to run through his hair. He seems to finally begin to melt, his arms no longer struggling against the restraints, and his body refrained from shivering. “Gonna make you feel good, yeah?”

He doesn't even try to speak, the gag wouldnt allow him to anyways. But he nods his head obediently, trying not to move too much from excitement. You kiss his cheek again, hardly containing yourself from how cute he is. Then, you reach back and place a small bell into his hands. He slightly cocks his head to the side, no doubt furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. “If you want to stop, ring that. Can you do that for me?”

He nods determinedly, and then rings it to test it out. Immediately, like a puppy, he turns to you, expectantly awaiting his reward for listening. You indulge him, giggling slightly and kissing the space right below his ears, one of his erogenous zones. He groans into the gag, accidentally pulling at the restraints once again. “Good boy!” You praise, and it sends his head spinning. “Now, ring that whenever you feel uncomfortable and I will stop, alright?” He nods his head. “Good. I'm not going to hurt you tonight Kyo, so you can relax.”

You fingers continue to drag along the area inches from his now hard dick, eyeing it contently. It sticks up proud, and seems to be begging to be touched. You smile and turn back to him, watching the way his chest raises from his breath in steady motions. “I'm going to put your earmuffs back on, so it's going to be a little quiet. It'll just make all the touches more pleasurable, I promise.”

He nods his head, and lets out a gargled, “love you,” through the gag, to which you smile, and murmur your own words of endearment. Then, you cover his ear with the earmuffs, and sigh.

Like a predator stalking their prey, you circle the chair for a second, overwhelmed at the possibilities of what to do to him first. Your fingers drag over his neck and then trace down his arm. He shivers with every movement, feeling goosebumps rise with every graze of your finger. Its overwhelmingly sensitive, and he swears he can almost feel your breath on his skin. His sense of touch was heightened with the lack of the others.

Your mouth latches onto his neck, slightly nibbling at the sensitive skin. He pants into the gag, and slightly bares his neck to give you more room. You pull away for a moment, and blow on his neck, sending his whole body into a fit of shivers. You cant help but giggle at the action, and place your hand on his thigh in mock comfort.

Your head was growing foggy from the meer power you felt over him. He was completely at your mercy, and other than viciously fight at the restrains, he could do nothing. Of course you loved him, and would never dare to do something he didn't like, but you couldn't help but tease him just a little. You may have lied about the “only” pleasure aspect of it.

You sit yourself on his lap, startling him. Baring no mind to his reaction, you lean up and kiss his chin in reassurance, before turning to your right and grabbing the object you have been dying to use. 

A dainty white feather. Something so soft and fragile, that is going to send your lover into a spiral. The thought made your mouth water, and Kyojuro, almost sensing your thoughts, visibly gulps.

You first run your own fingers over his chest, grazing over his nipples. He remains motionless, but you can see him tense. His chest was a very sensitive part of his body, and he was afraid of what was to come next. Rightfully so.

You pull away, and glance downward toward his abdomen. With a wicked grin, you take a hold onto the feather and graze his lower stomach, just where his happy trail begins. Its a light touch, and you barely even skim the surface of his skin, but the reaction is immediate. Another full body shiver, seemingly from the ticklish feeling this time. 

You hum, pleased with the reaction, and continue your antics upward. His pants grow louder into the gag with the passing seconds. Finally, the feather drags along his chest. The spot you have been most curious to see.

The feather glides over his nipple and he lets out a garbled whine. The buds harden in an instant and he nervously shakes his head. You ignore it and continue your movements, circling his chest.

Rengoku twitches under your hold and pulls against the restraints. He is so unbelievably sensitive there, and with the addition to the blind fold and earmuffs, he swears the feather is borderline overstimulating him. He can feel every bristle of it, and the cool air it pushes towards him when you slightly flap it. It sends him into a frenzy. It's too much, but too little. He wants more of the stimulation, but he also wants to pull away. He wants you to be rougher with him, but the idea of that makes him nervous. 

He doesn't know what he wants, and just like usual, he begins to tug at the restrains, body uncontrollably twitching. His chest tries to cave inward from the ticklish feeling, but he doesn't go far considering the restraints. He just continues to shake his head back and forth, high pitched yelps and complaints barely making it through the gag. 

“Aw baby, are you sensitive there?” You tease mostly to yourself, knowing he can't hear you all things considering. His squirms make you giggle, and you take vague notice to the bright hair that shakes from side to side from his sporadic movements. 

It tickles so much. It tickles and it feels good, and it hurts, and it is too soft, and he is losing his mind. The feeling of being bound, forced to take everything you give him only seems to make the feather more tortuous. 

He feels it begin to move downward, and Kyojuro heaves, trying to catch his breath after holding it for so long. His mouth clentches around the gag, and he tries to calm down his body. 

But of course, he can feel the feather move downward and oh. Oh no. He couldn't handle it down there. It was too sensitive.

He whips his head back and forth and whines into the gag. It comes out as a broken plea, and he can't hear your response, but he hopes you may take his noises to heart. He didn't get his hopes up.

The feather brushes around the tip, and Kyojuro yelps, jerking so much that the chair beneath him lifts up just slightly. You send a warning slap to his thigh, and he cries out, the tears beginning to flow again. It hurt more now that he couldnt see it. He apologizes through the gag, but it doesn't do much, other than make him drool all over himself.

You trace it up and down his cock, and he begins to tremble again. His dick is twitching with every stroke, and honestly it enamored you how reactive it was being. Cute.

One of your hands move back up his chest, thumbing at the nub, while the other continues its slow, light movements of the feather. Bringing it from the head, all the way down to his balls, giggling when your hear his cries.

“Not pweasure! Not pweasure!” He sobs, his thighs trembling. It tickled so much he couldn't stand it and with the addition of your fingers pinching his nipples, he was crumbling. You lied to him. He was supposed to feel good. Not to be teased to till he cant breathe anymore. You are so cruel.

Of course he couldnt say anything, nor use pleading eyes to beg for you to stop. But his body jerking back and forth, trying desperately to get anyway from your hands and the horrible, horrible feather definitely convey his emotions.

You grab one more item to end up the scene, finally setting down the feather. To continue on with little warning on what you had stored for him was cruel, even for you. But, of course you will have fun watching his reaction to this.

You place the small item in the palm of your hand, and gently bring it over to his cock. Then with a sadistic grin, you drag it down the shaft.

The first thing Kyojuro feels after the removal of the feather was cold. So unbearably cold, and right on his dick. 

Ice. It had to be. 

The chair comes lifting off the ground again from his quick movements to get away. He's screaming into the gag, and shaking his head profusely, begging for you to take it away. It was so cold, and he was so sensitive. His hands pull at the restraints and his body tries, and fails to crumble inward himself.

The blindfold slips off one of his eyes and he finally gets a view of you. His eyes are glassy, and flooded with tears, and his eyebrows are adorably furrowed in a plea. He makes a noise when you pull the ice away slightly, and you look up at him. 

“Aw Kyo, you want to see that badly?” You coo, and he can barely read your lips from the tears. He shakes his head and sobs, head hanging low. You bring the ice cube to his chest and he whines, eyes screwing shut automatically as his nipples harden. The cool water stains his chest, and he is shivering under it. 

His hips and back drive into the chair, to try to create some distance from the horrible coldness. It doesn't work, and his one eye watches the way the ice cube coats the dark patch of hair on his lower abdomen, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. It was making his way back to his groin, and all Kyojuro can do is cry, and hope you be easy on him. He can't stand the cold. He was made for heat.

One hand grabs onto his cock, steading the trembling thing, and the other holds onto the cube. “Well, if you want to watch so badly, might as well give you a show,” You whisper, and Kyojuro cant read your lips this time. So, he stares at you with mild confusion and fear as to what you are going to do next.

With one last malicious glance, you place the ice cube on top of the tip, and swirl it around his hole. He screams again, back arching, and staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. You don't let up even when his legs try again and again to shut, but ultimately fail. 

He can feel the cool liquid drip into his slit, and he feels as if he cannot breathe. It was one of the strongest sensations he has ever felt before, and his fingers dig into his palm to help steady himself. It was so cold. Unbelievably cold, and the water was dripping inside him, in a place where it should not be. 

Kyojuro didnt know what to do other than take it. The silence of it all was driving him even more mad, and he wonders if having him see this was worst than being blindfolded.

Your circular motions dont let up, and eventually it's the ice that begins to melt, considering how hot the hashira runs. You rub it over his now slightly shrinking dick, and his whole body is shivering. But, his whines and cries have finally gone down, instead just loud pants to try and catch his breath. He must be growing used to it.

This was a good stopping point. You run the remainder of the cube over the throbbing tip again, and he whimpers slightly, but it doesn't compare to what the noises he made before. You kiss his thighs, and drop the sliver of ice back into the metal bin, whipping your hands on your shirt.

He did well. It was impressive really. How good he did. But, you didnt expect anything else from your lover. 

You smile to yourself, and then reach up to remove the earmuffs and blindfold. But strangely enough, Kyojuros one free eye wasn't looking at you. His whole neck was staring to the right while his chests rise and fall with heavy breaths, as if he was entranced by something. Drool coats his mouth, but he doesn't seem to notice, so enthralled at what he is staring at.

You follow his gaze, eyes widening when you see it.

You watch as the candle you lit earlier to set the mood, drips with wax. It falls onto the candle stand, and Kyojuro stares with hearts in his eyes as if mesmerized by the wax. 

You let out a shaky breath, turning to him on last time, reading his mind. He glances at you and nods every so slightly, with a small huffs. You grin at him, readjusting his blindfold and grabbing the candle. You watch Rengokus adams' apple bob as he gulps in both fear and excitement. 

He was shivering so much, it was like he was in dire need to warm up. And you had just the solution for him, and instantaneous way to heat up his skin again.. A drop of wax drips onto Kyojuros thigh, and the man does his best to not scream at the burning sensation. 

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[helplessautomaton]

Yandere Daisuke

WC 622

not posting this from my laptop so things might look a bit off, apologies. also this is my first fic back since june!!. also i wrote this in like 30 mintues,,,

also might be slightly ooc, if it is sorry but still try to enjoy my spin on the character!!

yandere daisuke drabbles since im still kinda getting in the fandom (couldnt buy the game but watched a video going in detail abt so if anything is amiss, that is why!)

//

a useless ray of sunshine, daisuke. wanting to look at the brighter side of the situation you all were in. attached to your hip, smiling brightly as ever. remembering when you two first met, along with everyone else. not exactly fit in but tried to make it work while being optimistic in the compacted environment of the Tuplar walls. since you were near the same age as Daisuke, you got the most time spent with him. goofy, a bit stumblely but overall trying his best, giving nervous smiles when ever Swansea scolded him for messing around.

as days went by you two got closer, beaming as he saw you, getting more excited which meant he was a bit more loud, earning glares from the othersides of the room. inside your heart was happy that you got this close with someone this fast and near your age, even if your grumpy old man coworker scolded you more than the hours you spent working. but it was the silent acknowledgement he didnt truly mind you two.

his body going tense whenever jimmy had shot a nasty comment in your way, belittling you with dismissive eyes. daisuke immediately pulling you away with slightly less than ginger hands, while giving somewhat of an empty look. then just as quickly beaming back up using any excuse he could to get you two out of there. opening his heart up to you like always, so even if you shift uncomfortably, you'll stay with him just a bit longer. gentle tears dropping down his face saying hes just so happy you stick with him, your coworker,  when youre going through hard-to-speak-about emotions. you couldnt tell if he was getting dependent on you, following you around more, always wearing a smile plastered on his face. looks you'll never see but everyone around you sees, brushing daisuke's eyes of odd character off, but instead "joking" at your confused expression when they tell you of daisuke's sudden stares.

when you're done with anya's psych evaluation, hes waiting for you, taking off with you despite your quiet protests. taking up all the time you have as everyone else gets slighly more frustrated.

after the crash hes more clingly, not willing to leave your side ever even if you get yelled at by swansea or even jimmy. daisuke is always checking your form for any injuries you might or did get. still trying to make you see his optimistic side in all of this, even though he's shaking a little with you in his arms. even if anya wanted to come near you, he'd usher her away saying that you need time, he just cares about his about his friend yknow! swansea is getting more tense and you try to tighten up to give him less of a headache during this stress. but daisuke insists of being there even when swansea is losing his cool and you're exasperated trying to tell him to get on a break.

jimmy cant get a few words in before your spun away or daisuke tries to get him to leave. you get drunk with daisuke and he spills his heart to you even more with how he even got to be here by his parents. saying how they wouldve loved you, anything he could think of, he said. the boy drunkly hugged you securely on the tiles of the Tuplar's rough ground. he wanted to be by yourside to the end and make everything worth it despite the current tragedy.

god forbid if you died before him..

[yunppeo]

was it so casual to you?

pairing: choi yeonjun x reader.

warnings: none…? its a bit suggestive but youll live, uhh, angst angst

word count: 1.0k :p

NOW PLAYING: casual by chappell roan🎵

a casual night out for you consists of being with yeonjun.

someone you dont want to keep seeing but you always find yourself driving over to his place, sometimes even in the car with him as he picked u up.

and here u are, strapping your bra back on in the backseat of his car.

his hands remaining on your body, not going anywhere. you were used to his warm touch, but sometimes it felt different. like today, something felt.. off.

he seems to take note of your odd expression and spoke up.

“whats up..?” he sits up, getting closer to your face as he tucks your hair behind your ear.

“nothing.” he stares into your eyes for a moment, as if he knows youre lying.

“okay.” he kisses your cheek. normally this would make u happy, you would smile brightly but after finding out what hes been saying… you werent so happy anymore.

you bit your lip to contain yourself from saying anything else.

it was quiet the ride back to the dorms, you both felt the awkwardness albeit still didnt speak up. the only noise you found comfort in was the rain. you looked out the window admiring the falling rain.

he stops in front of your dorm building. you dreaded the idea of walking into your dorm after hanging out with him, knowing your roommate will be disappointed.

all of your friends have told you how much he was a bad guy. you didnt listen.

you clear your throat and open the car door, hesitating to look at him. “ill see you later.”

he wanted to tell you something but you had already closed the door and gone to walk inside.

“y/n.” your roommate greets you as you walk into your dorm and lay against the closed door.

“i hate myself for letting this drag on for so long.” your voice starts to quiver as tears start to fall. you slid down the door as hugged your legs.

your roommate immediately goes to comfort you.

“its hard being casual.”

your roommate pats your back, hugs you, does anything to comfort you. she makes you stand up and sit on the bed. she wipes your tears before going to her phone to text all of your other friends.

“im convinced he put you under a spell or something.” she laughs awkwardly trying to lighten the mood.

you stay quiet before the door slams open.

“y/n. are you okay? did he say thing to hurt you? ill set his dorm on fire i dont care.” your friend, hanni, immediately goes up to you.

“im fine, hanni.”

“thats bs girl.” she sighs as she examines you as if you were sick. “its gonna be okay.”

“y/n, i know youre gonna hate me for saying this but you need to talk to him.” danielle chines in, she looks at you with empathy.

“ill think about it.”

-

“y/n!” yeonjun calls out. its been a week since u last saw him. you ignored him hoping he would take the hint.

he didnt.

he ran and stood in front of you to stop you from walking. “you havent been answering my texts.. or calls.. are you ignoring me..?”

you sigh, trying to look for a way out of this conversation.

“lets talk about it later.”

“talk about what?” there was silence. “y/n?..”

“later, yeonjun.” you walk off, looking at people whispering about your interaction with yeonjun just now.

-

as you were walking to your dorm you noticed him standing right infront of your door. you wished you could have turned around and left. but you knew you couldnt avoid this any longer.

“y/n!” his face lights up a bit. making your heart clench.

you dont reply and just open the door to your dorm. you knew your roommates werent going to be there for anytime soon. it was the perfect time.. to talk.

you silently invited him in and he obliged.

the moment he closed the door, his hands went straight to your waist, leaving kisses on your neck.

“no, yeonjun.” you politely shove him off you.

“whats up with you!?”

“whats up with me?! me?!?” you scoff stare at him, shaking your head.

“you said no attachment, yeonjun. why are we doing this?” you look him in the eye, waiting for a response.

“y/n.. i..”

“what, yeonjun? am i not ‘just a girl you bang on your couch’? hm?” his eyebrows furrow. he didnt know you had found out about the things he was saying.

“say something, yeonjun.”

“im sorry.”

“thats all you have to say?” you scoff. taking deep breaths. “after you told me ‘we’re not together.’ what were we then? friends with benefits? what?”

he stayed there silent. he didnt know what to say.

“i hate you, yeonjun.”

“y/n wait.. hear me out.”

“no?! why should i? you kept acting like we were dating, but then you go on dates with other girls? kissing them, buying them gifts…”

he licks his lips. he had been caught.

“we’ve been doing this for how long, yeonjun..? ive met your family.. your friends.. all for nothing.”

“but i do like you, y/n..”

“clearly not enough.”

there was more slience.

“was it so casual to you..?”

“it wasnt! no trust me, y/n.”

“stop lying, yeonjun. i know everything.” you finally had enough of him.

“just go, yeonjun. dont ever contact me ever again. i dont want to see you ever again. get out.”

“wait y/n please.” he pleads.

“get out.” tears start flowing, yeonjun felt the need to hold you close to comfort you but he knew you wouldnt want that. from him atleast.

he took one last good look at you. taking in all your beautiful features. before walking out never speaking to u ever again.

it was.

[loser4loserswhok1ll]

First Meetings + Touches With The Slashers

How you meet and how your first touch goes

Headcanons

Sfw, fluff, some angst, slashers learning how love works and sort of failing</3, GN reader

Includes: Martin Mathias, Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers (RZ), Norman Bates, Kurt Kunkle

💉Martin Mathias

It was.. awkward.

you were spinning slowly on the roundabout thing at the park with Martin

it was late at night, pitch black out, and you guys were just existing together, talking only every now and then

youve done this since martin moved into town

you guys met when he delivered a package to your house and when you came to put it away for your mother you instantly wanted to know this kid

he looked around your age and you think he felt the same

so you guys just became friends and sat in the silence of the other like this often

you did most of the talking as Martin just watched silently, only chiming in every once in a while when something really caught his interest

at some point deep into a comfortably one sided conversation, your hand slid slightly and gently rested on his

you didnt notice, but oh god he did

he just stared at your hands and shifted uncomfortably but not in a disgusted or hateful way, more like a cautious and unsure way

it took a moment before you looked over and realized and you moved your hand back almost immediately

he just stared at you with those puppy eyes, mouth slightly open showing the tips of his front teeth (cute stuff yknow?)

You apologized but he just,,, stared. scanned you. observed you.

it took a moment before anyone spoke, and shockingly, it was him

"Its ok. your hands are warm.. s'okay. I promise." and he said it so soft and in that awkwardly boyish manner that he has

that made you smile gently, easing the tension, putting your hand back in its spot comfortably

it was a peaceful night and an even more peaceful comfort between you two

🗝Brahms Heelshire

the actual first time he touched you wasnt even when you were awake

that wall freak snuck into your room when you were asleep and petted you basically

but the first time when you were awake was when he decided it was finally time

he just couldnt wait to reveal himself any longer, he would go insane if he had to watch his goodnight kisses be wasted on some hollow porcelain again and again

he tried to be gentle, soft, tried not to scare you

of course you were damn near terrified to death

a tall and strangely muscular man just lumbered out of the wall, the very same walls youve spent months in between, months living with, and yet never once did you think they were a living space themselves

it took you time before you could calm down, painfully long before you even let brahms take a step closer to you

but when you let him, he was overjoyed

he gently grabbed you and nearly swallowed you with his arms, taking a very obvious and harsh sniff of your hair

that was the first of many lingering hugs and touches so you should probably adjust to this new life soon- for your own sanity

🔪RZ Michael Myers

oh, and make a new list of rules

you werent supposed to be there, actually

there was a halloween party going on at the myers house (and it wasnt even a good one smh)

you didnt want to go but your friends didnt want to walk alone (and they definitely needed a chaperone to walk them home)

so you walked them there, dropped them off, and gave them a time when youd be back to wrangle them (also chastising them for disrespecting the house and the myers family so horribly)

you had a nice evening to yourself, 0 worries, watching some slasher films alone (house of wax, wolf creek, house of 1000 corpses, yknow the good stuff)

time to get your friends unfortunately *sigh*

you turn off the tv and make your way to the myers house

there are.. a lot.. A LOT.. of police

in a panic you sprinted through every shortcut possible to make it there

one of those shortcuts was through bushes and in between neighboring houses fences

thats where you bumped into him

you looked up and froze, fear paralysis, staring at the blood splattered ghost white face- no- mask

from your end, you were sure you were gonna die

from michaels end, he didnt know what to do with you

he saw you ramble on about how these dumb drunks should just let the myers family rest and they were disrespecting them and blahblahblah

because of that he wasnt going to kill you

but here you guys are, body pressed on body, between bushes and fences, staring at eachother

he made the first move and you flinched and blocked your head with your arms instinctively

he didnt do anything, just left you there to collapse into a ball of fear and confusion

anyways he had to contemplate why he liked the warmth of your body against his so much (and why its been in his mind for weeks after the incident)

oh also ur friends are dead :p

🛎Norman Bates

you were just a normal guest

just passing through but it got late and it isnt safe to drive when youre so sleepy

so you pulled into the nearest motel you could find and low and behold its the bates motel!

you got your stuff and checked in

you just assumed norman was this shaky and nervous around everyone

norman knows hes not. at least not to the degree that you made him

god the moment he layed his little puppy dog eyes on you he was in shambles

you are the definition of what he desires

mothers pissed!

he helped you bring your stuff to your room and you guys talked about anything and everything

he invited you to eat dinner with him after you mentioned you hadnt eaten

you unfortunately refused because your exhausted tanked your hunger by a long shot

as he was going to leave you touched his arm gently, a friendly touch

you thanked him and he shakily gave a thank you back for choosing his motel and being so kind and being so gentle and for being so- he should really get going now before he rambles too much and loses his dignity, shouldnt he?

you laughed softly at his behavior and gave him a kind goodnight before closing the door and readying yourself to sleep

norman basically booked it back to his house

mother had an earful for him but he was so dazed and stupid from the things he was feeling for you

the absence of your warm fingertips on his arm made him crazy, he wanted longer touches and he wanted to feel that warmth endlessly

he was very adamant you stay in the bates motel again soon when you checked out the next morning (much to mothers dismay)

📱Kurt Kunkle

he was your spree driver (so unexpected ikr)

you got into his car when he pulled up and happily greeted him

he liked your kindness, he likes not awful people a ton

was real awkward with you but you didnt seem to mind (you were also a little awkward so it was like a mutual thing)

you asked him about the cameras and he told you it was for some webseries about safety as a driver or something (he said it very strangely so you kinda didnt trust him)

you leaned forward to talk with him more and you guys really hit it off

he thought you were cool, you thought he was a total weirdo

perfect match

the drive was painfully short though so you had to leave soon after you got in

when you got out you knocked on his window and complimented his service

you also gave him your number and he gladly took it

after exchanging numbers you placed your hand on his shoulder while thanking him

he went RED and stuttered out a 'your welcome' and also rambled about how hed love to drive you more often and stuff

after you left dude had to take a BREATHER

he wants you back in his car NEOW

rides the high that your touch gave him for the rest of the day (even a little bit the next day too)

[mxlktxa]

shameless plug, tlou masterlist - quick reads/rambles

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an; just to have a little something something while i work on two something somethings ;)

“abby, no! that is raw cookie dough, stop fucking eating it!”

“its so good though!”

“youre gonna get sick, you big dummy! do you know how serious salmonella is?!”

“not serious enough to stop me!”

“abigail-fucking-anderson!”

you chased after the huge set of muscles, throwing a spoon at her as she ran off with a bit more of the cookie dough from the mixing bowl. the bowl you were trying to hide from her to bake her some of your delicious vanilla sugar cookies alongside a large coconut cream pie, abbys favorite treat you make for the anniversary you both loved to celebrate. the blonde managed to sneak into the house while you were preoccupied with your phone and began scooping small servings of the raw mixture into her mouth.

“abby, seriously, stop it! you’re gonna get sick!” you began to soften your voice, too worried to be angry any longer, “i dont want you to be in the hospital for this, abs. its so stupid.”

abby turned to you as her smile faltered due to your behavior change, “hey, baby look, im sorry, okay. i couldnt help myself. i love when you make those sugar cookies,” both hands were on the sides of your face, kissing your forehead, “and that coconut pie? dont even get me started. oh! and your muffins and sweet bread are heaven sent.”

you giggled, hiding your smile as abby seemed to be going nuts over your baking skills. soon you both calmed down, now settling for a nice hug to give you comfort. abby placed plenty of apologetic kisses on your head, swaying you back and forth.

“i give it six hours before a fever starts to kick it.”

“huh?” the dirty blonde questioned.

“then youll shit yourself because youve got diarrhea, possibly start vomiting.”

“wait, what?!”

“youll be in pain as well. just some abdominal pain, of course,” you turned away from abby, leaving her to silently panic at what you just said, “im just fucking with you but it is gonna be bad. now, stop eating anything thats raw.” you sighed, walking back to the kitchen to start prepping the baking sheet.

“does that include you?” abby questioned, a small smirk on her face.

the comment flew over your head as you placed your focus on the task at hand. slowly your brain started obsessing with what she said, piecing together what she meant. your head slowly rose, eyes filled with annoyance while abby held back a chuckle, “you slut! stop being so nasty!” and with that you threw the whisk at her, having to chase her down once more since she started eating the remains of the raw mixture from the tool.

[daddy-dotcom]

The Visit

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: Things aren’t looking good for Spencer after his visit to Mexico. So you decide to prepare for the worst, and you knew getting married was the only surefire way to stay connected while he was locked up.

Rating: M

Words: 5,333

Warnings: Language, typical canon violence, smut (fingering, p in v, breeding kink if you squint, unprotected sex)

*Disclaimer: Major inaccuracies for how the American prison system works lol*

TL;DR: Spencer and Reader get married so that they can have conjugal visits while he's in prison.

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I couldn’t bear to see him like this. Even worse, I couldnt bear to not be able to hold him and tell him everything was okay. Seeing him behind bars, alone, was enough to make me fight back tears. I’ve seen him hurt before, but this was different. It was almost as if I were staring at the ghost of Spencer Reid. I knew going to Mexico to get his mother’s medication was risky, but I had no idea that he’d end up in this much trouble. I should have stopped him. I should have gone with him. But no matter how guilty I was feeling, the damage was already done. With no concrete evidence that he was framed, it looked like Spencer was most likely going to be found guilty for murder. The love of my life was going to prison and I was completely helpless in the situation. At least I thought I was. . .until an idea struck me. An insane idea, and somewhat of a long shot, but an idea nonetheless, some small way to help Spencer keep his sanity while he was locked up. I wasn’t sure if he would go for it, but I had to try.

“hey, Spence,” I said with my face pressed against the cool metal of the bars.

“hi, (Y/N)” he said with the faintest hint of a smile on his lips.

“you’re looking more like yourself, baby. And they’re letting you come home with us on the jet.”

He slowly nodded his head in agreement, unsure of what else to say. For a man who typically had so much to say, it was eerie to be in such a silent room.

It’s now or never.

“So Spence, you know I was thinking, in case the…the unthinkable happens, and you aren’t acquitted…” I was fighting back the tears, trying to get my idea across,

“…maybe we should…I think it might be a good idea if we…get married?”

He immediately looked up to meet my gaze, looking more alive than he has the entire time we’ve been in Mexico.

“Married?” he said softly.

“Well it would only be so I can visit you, Spence. I mean like visit you visit you, without all the guards watching us and in a place where I can actually hold you and spend more time with you. Hell, I can’t even hug you for more than a couple seconds during a regular visit”

I could see the gears turning in his mind, something I’ve seen a million times, but I couldn’t tell if he was actually considering my offer.

“It’s been a year Spence, it’s not like we haven’t talked about it.”

It’s true. We’ve been dating for over a year now, and we’ve both made it clear that we’d like to marry each other some day. But we never imagined it would be this soon and under these circumstances.

Spencer got up from the bench he’d been sitting on and came over to hold my hand through the bars.

“Even if I weren’t facing prison time…it would be an absolute honor to marry you, (Y/N)”

All of the tension in my body melted away now that I knew he was on board with my proposition. I gave him a warm smile as he gently cupped my face in his hands. He planted a soft kiss on my forehead and held onto my hand before getting down on one knee.

“If we’re going to do this, I’d at least like to propose to you properly,” he said, with as much of a smile as he could muster.

“(YFN/YLN), will you marry me?” he asked.

The dam finally broke and I couldn’t fight back the tears any longer. They began to stream down my face as I let out a firm and resounding “Yes.”

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I was practically squirming in my seat on the plane ride home. It was almost impossible to keep this secret and it took everything I had not to blurt out our plan. I knew that I had to tell them soon, since we were going to need their help to make this happen. With a deep breath, I pulled Spencer up from our seats and marched over to the rest of the team.

“Guys, Spencer and I have an announcement to make,”

“Oh my god you’re not pregnant, are you?” said JJ.

“No! No, it’s not that,” I replied, I hesitated before dropping the bomb.

“Spencer and I are getting married.”

Prentiss and JJ exchanged a confused look while Alvez’s mouth hung open in shock. Rossi, however, seemed to know exactly what was going on.

“Oh I get it, you two want to get married so that (Y/N) can request ‘family visits.’” The implications of putting the word ‘family visits’ in airquotes was not lost on me. “You all might of heard of what they used to call them back in the day: conjugal visits.”

“Actually the practice conjugal visits have evolved into a more family oriented experience. Modern family visits usually last the weekend and include children and other family members besides just a spouse.”

“Glad to see you’re almost back to normal, kid” quipped Rossi.

“Well if we’re going to do this, we’re going to need some help. Prentiss, do you have anyone that can meet us at Quantico and marry us on such short notice?” I asked.

“I’m already making the call.”

“Does anyone else think this is just a little bit crazy? There’s a good chance that Spence won’t even go to prison at all,” JJ said.

Alvez snapped out of his daze and interjected.

“I agree, but if Reid and (Y/N) get to spend some alone-time together in the event that he does go, I don’t see the harm. I mean come on, Rossi’s been married like what, five times?”

“Hey, it’s only been three times,” Rossi responded.

“Look, JJ, you would do it for Will, wouldn’t you?”

She paused for a minute, pondering my question.

With a sympathetic look, JJ responded

“of course I would.”

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As soon as we landed, we were greeted by Garcia and the court officiant who Prentiss had called on the plane. Garcia nearly tackled us coming out of the elevator, completely overjoyed to see Spencer home in one piece.

“Oh I’m so glad you’re all home safe!” she said squeezing us in a tight embrace.“But I can’t believe I had to find out about your engagement via a text from Alvez!”

“Sorry Penn, it was super last minute,” I said with a shrug.

“I brought you some things while you were on the plane ride home. (Y/N), for you I got a white dress, sorry I had to guess on the size, and Reid I asked your mom’s nurse if it was okay to grab a clean suit from your apartment.”

“Oh Penn, you didn’t have to do all this. Where did you even find a dress on such short notice?”

“Emily’s not the only one with connections sweet cheeks,” she said with a wink.

“Thank you so much, really Penn I appreciate it.”

“No need to thank me, now you and boy-wonder go get dressed so we can get you hitched.”

I took the bag from Penelope and inspected its contents once inside the bathroom. It was a simple but gorgeous white gown. It came down to about my calves, and it had white cap sleeves with a sweetheart neckline.

Classy. The woman has good taste.

I took a deep breath before exiting the stall, and I was greeted by Penelope, Emily, and JJ standing by the sink.

They all turned their heads towards me and gasped before looking me up and down.

“You look absolutely stunning,” said Emily.

“Spence is definitely gonna cry when he sees how gorgeous you look,” added JJ.

The tears had already started streaming down Penelope’s face as she walked over to me and placed one of her bracelets on my wrist.

“There, now you have your something blue,” she said with teary eyes. “You make the most beautiful bride (Y/N)”

“I’d love to stay in here and continue this little bachelorette party but our court official is waiting out there to marry our two lovebirds,” said Emily.

With one final look in the mirror, I took a deep breath and headed out the door, on my way to officially become Mrs. Spencer Reid. The reality of marriage hadn't hit me until just now. Who can blame me? I'd only become someone's fiancé about 5 hours ago. My palms began to sweat as my priorities shifted towards my impending marriage. Even if I wasn't ready, it was my idea in the first place and I intended to keep my end of the bargain. I, however, was more worried about Spencer. What if he was having second thoughts? I barely brought the idea up to him a few hours ago, and he was coming off of drugs in a Mexican jail cell when he agreed. Just as I was begging to spiral, a hand grazed the side of my waist and Spencer appeared. He cleaned up surprisingly well given the circumstances, looking incredibly handsome in his suit.

"Nervous?" he asked. As a profiler and a genius, there was no way I was going to be able to conceal my nerves from him.

"Spence, don't you know you're not supposed to see me in my dress before the ceremony?" I joked.

"(Y/N), you know I don't believe in superstitions," he said wryly.

"But yes, I am little nervous, mostly because I was afraid you might be having second thoughts."

He smiled warmly, the same way he had done when he agreed to marry me earlier in the day.

"Living in Vegas, and working with Rossi, I've known quite a bit of people who've gotten married on a whim. While it might be a little sooner than we thought, it's giving me a chance to hold you close in case I..." his voice began to crack and I could see his eyes welling up, "...in case I get taken into custody. But trust me, (Y/N), there was never a doubt in my mind about marrying you, especially now that I'm seeing how beautiful you look in a wedding dress."

I was tearing up too, at this point, for about the fifth time today. I took both of his hands in mine and simply said "I love you Spence,"

"I love you too, (Y/N)."

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We walked hand in hand into the briefing room where everyone was waiting anxiously for us and Spencer and I took our place across from each other in front of the court official. We joined hands once more and I could see Penelope shoot me a thumbs while Alvez gave Spence a reassuring pat on the back. The official began to speak which caused my heart to practically beat out of my chest.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here tonight to join this man and this woman in matrimony."

He turns toward Spencer before speaking again.

“Spencer, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do” he said while maintaining my gaze. I could see tears start to form in the corners of his eyes, causing my eyes to well up too. But I couldn’t cry, because if I started now, I wouldn’t be able to stop.

“(Y/N), do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

“I do,” I manage to say with a lump forming in my throat.

The court official turns back to Spencer and asks him to repeat after him.

"I, Spencer Reid, take you (Y/N), to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer,” I could hear his voice start to crack as he fought back more tears, “in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."

He said this with such conviction that there was no doubt in my mind that I wanted to marry this man. I’d never seen his eyes so full of love before. It was those kind eyes looking back at me that turned one of the worst days into the happiest day of my life. Now, it was my turn to recite my vows and officially become Mrs. Reid.

“I, (YFN/YLN), take you, Spencer Reid, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."

It took everything in my power not to become a blubbering mess during my vows. Penelope, however, had no problem letting the tears flow freely down her rosy pink cheeks.

"By virtue of the authority vested in me under the laws of the District of Columbia, I now pronounce you husband and wife."

The court official gave a small smile before turning to Spencer and saying “you may kiss the bride."

Spencer wasted no time moving his hands to sit comfortably on my hips and I pulled his face in close for a kiss. This was something we’d done a million times before, but never for an audience. As soon as his lips touched mine, however, it felt as if we were the only two people in the room. All the exhaustion, pain, and suffering from the events of Mexico seemed to melt away as we kissed. He continued to press his lips more forcefully against mine and I could feel the slightest brush of his tongue before a voice spoke up from the crowd.

“Alright you two save it for the honeymoon,” Rossi joked.

We slowly pulled away and both our our cheeks began to blush like teenagers who’d just been caught by their parents. One by one, our team members came over to congratulate us and Penelope and JJ wanted a million pictures. We spent the rest of our night talking, laughing, and even dancing with our team members, just happy to find joy in this moment of darkness. Little did we know, Mexico was only the beginning of our troubles.

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Our wedding celebrations were cut short with the announcement that the FBI would not be legally representing Spencer since he broke protocol and didn’t inform them of his trip to Mexico. Once he went to trial, we still had no concrete evidence that he was framed, and his DNA was found on the murder weapon. Our worst nightmare had finally come true. Spencer was taken into custody and and whisked away to prison. A small part of me was grateful that I was now legally his wife, but I still wished that it didn’t have to happen under these circumstances. The day he was taken to prison, I immediately applied to be granted family visits and I begged Prentiss and Alvez to call in every favor they could to get moved up the waitlist. It was going to take a couple of months for Spencer to prove he was behaving in prison, but I could still visit him regularly before then. A couple of weeks after he was taken into custody, he was finally allowed to have visitors, and the team all unanimously agreed that I should be his first one. I wasn’t granted a family visit just yet, but I needed to see his face and finally be able to talk to him.

As I walked into the Millburn Correctional Facility, I was searched, went through a metal detector, and searched again before I was led into a room filled with a long partition and chairs on either side. I found a seat in the corner that had no one on either side of me and waited for Spencer to arrive. I nervously tapped my finger on the table as I anxiously waited to see my husband for the first time since he was taken to prison. I turned my head to see a tall, lanky figure in a white t-shirt and blue pants with a matching blue button up walking towards me. I could see his eyes light up when he spotted me and I could feel my entire being do the same.

“Hi baby,” I said, just happy to finally see him.

“Hi my love,” he replied with a ghost of a smile creeping up on his lips. I could tell he was slightly thinner and probably not sleeping well. However, his casual outfit combined with his shaggy hair and the growing stubble on his face somehow made him even more attractive.

“You look good baby, you holding up okay so far?”

“I'm doing okay, given the circumstances. How's my mom? Is she doing alright?"

"She's doing fine actually, Cassie said that she was having a really good day yesterday."

"Where did you, uh, tell her I was?"

"Uh, the beach," I told him with a chuckle, "well she asked if that's where you were and it seemed to make her happy so..."

"Good."

There was a pause and I couldn't tear my eyes away from his gaze. He wasn't breaking eye contact either and I could feel the love behind his stare.

"I, uh, I'm really happy to see you," he said, "I kind of wish you hadn't come, it's uh, not the best idea."

His words hurt slightly, but I knew the state that his mind was in. He didn't want to become a target and he definitely didn't want me to see him like this.

"Sorry Spence, but you're stuck with me," I said with a smile, "you got stuck with me the day you agreed to be my husband. And the last time I saw you, we promised for better or for worse. Besides, this is just the beginning, I've already applied for family visit privileges and we should be getting a date any day now. You don't know how badly I wish I could just hug you, Spence."

I saw him look down, I'm assuming in an attempt to fight back tears, before he spoke again.

"Thank you, (Y/N). I'm so grateful everyday that you're now my wife. But if you're here, that means you're not out working on a case, and I don't want to be a burden."

"That's nonsense Spence, you could never be a burden to me."

"Tell me about the case then, it will help get my mind off... all this."

I proceeded to give him the details of our latest case and I assured him that the rest of the team would be coming by to check in on him and visit him as well. It pained me that I couldn't hug or kiss him goodbye, but I held out hope that it wouldn't be long before I finally could.

While our team members were busy taking turns visiting Spencer in prison, I decided to start writing him letters. Most of them consisted of me catching him up on cases and my personal life, or lack thereof, while others were love letters that expressed just how much I truly missed him. Even though Spencer Reid is a certified genius and an excellent agent, at the end of the day he was still just a man and I knew that the stress that came with being in prison combined with not being able to touch me everyday was likely driving him insane. Luckily, our prayers had been answered and all of the favors from Prentiss and Alvez came through. I finally received a date for my family visit with Spencer, which would be three weeks from now. In the meantime, I began penning a letter to Spencer to tell him the good news. But this wouldn't be one of our typical letters; this letter was going to be much dirtier in nature. I had to admit that I too was starting to feel the effects from the lack of physical contact. So in my letter, I was going to tell him exactly what I wanted to do with him at our "family visit."

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The day had finally arrived. Not only was I going to be able to see my husband, I was going to be able to hug him, touch him, hold him, and kiss him…among other things. In all honesty, I was just excited to see him with some semblance of normalcy. I had been researching spousal visits for the past three weeks, and the general consensus was that all of these women were dressing to impress. So I put on my nicest skirt, tight-fitting one that I had previously purchased with the intention of wearing to work but it was slightly too short for the office, and a floral blouse with spaghetti straps that was just low-cut enough to see the top of my cleavage. I paired the outfit with nude stilettos and fixed up my hair and makeup as nicely as I could. While my outfit certainly didn’t leave everything to the imagination, I still had to maintain a certain level of modesty. After all, I was still a federal agent.

The search process for spousal visits was much more intense, so much so that I couldn’t even bring my phone into the room with me. I was, however, allowed to bring books and a chess set for Spencer. I made my way through a longer hallway than the one I had gone through the last time, which led out to a courtyard where a row of temporary buildings sat. I was then escorted into one of the 4 rooms in the building and I was instructed to wait for the guards to bring Spencer in. I sat with my legs crossed on the bed in the middle of the room, which was unsurprisingly bare. The room resembled a somewhat nice motel room, with a kitchenette in one corner, a couch in the other, and a separate bathroom. The only sounds I could hear in the room were the ticking of the clock on the wall and the pounding of my heart in my chest. I wasn't nervous to see my husband, it was actually just the opposite. I was positively inpatient at the thought of finally being able to make physical contact with the love of my life. In an effort to distract myself, I poked around the bedside table, knowing damn well what I was going to find. There were more innocent items in the drawer, like soap and toothpaste, and right next to it were lubricant and condoms. We won't be needing those, I thought to myself with a smirk forming at the corner of my lips. I was startled by a knock at the door and quickly shut the door. I quickly adjusted my top and fixed my hair before replying.

"Come in!"

The door slowly swung open to reveal a handcuff-free Spencer standing in the doorway. He stood frozen in place, looking at me in disbelief that I was actually here. I stood up from my spot on the bed and ran over to give him the biggest hug. I squeezed my arms around his torso and buried my face in his chest. We stood like this for a moment, in the doorway, just familiarizing ourselves with each other once again.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to do that, Spence."

I finally lifted my head up to get a good look at him while snaking my hands up to cup is face.

"Trust me, I've probably been more desperate to hug you than you have,"

"Oh really?" I asked with raised eyebrows, "you know this isn't a competition right?"

"Oh, I know. But if it was, I would win," he said, with the slightest hint of a playful smirk.

I took Spencer's hand in mine and pulled him over to my spot where I was sitting when he arrived. Our hands stayed connected as we sat side by side on the edge of the bed. While I was admittedly aroused at the thought of finally being able to make love again, all of those thoughts melted away when I finally saw him. Truthfully, I was just happy to spend some quality time with him and give him a break from this awful situation.

"How have you been since the last time I saw you, love?"

"I've been doing okay, mostly trying to keep my head down. I guess you could say I made a friend, though. His name is Calvin Shaw-"

"The agent who killed his informant?!" I exclaimed.

"Well yes, but he's the only one who knows I'm a federal agent and he's been pretty generous. Getting me moved to my own cell, giving me books and playing chess with me."

I gently placed a kiss on his forehead and began to stroke his beautiful veiny hand with my thumb.

"I'm just happy you're not completely alone in there baby"

"I've managed to make some connections, but what's been keeping me going is the thought of seeing you. I've actually been looking forward to this since the last time we spoke. . . and I haven't been able to stop thinking about that letter you sent me."

A wicked smile crept onto my lips as I realized which letter exactly he was referring to.

"Oh that letter! I'm glad you enjoyed it baby, I meant every word. I've been missing you in more ways than one. . ." I said, moving my free hand to his thigh. He inhaled deeply at my touch and his gaze was locked on mine.

"Well you don't have to miss me anymore, love, I'm right here. If we're being honest, I don't think I'll be able to focus on our conversation until I've had my way with you," he said, moving one hand to slide his fingers into my hair. I melted into his touch then I leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

"You can have me, baby, any way you want," I replied, trying my best to look up at him with doe eyes.

He forcefully leaned in to place his lips on mine, and now both of his hands were tugging at my hair. This kiss was passionate, but in a way we've never experienced before. Since we've met, we've never spent more than a few days apart. This kiss was different, it was filled with longing and desperation. Months of going without physical contact has finally led to this moment. The moment when dam finally breaks and the sexual tension that's been building in our written correspondence comes to the surface.

One hand stayed pulling my hair while the other made its way to my breast. Equally touch starved, I moved my hand up his thigh to palm the now evident bulge forming in his pants. He hissed in response and I used then opportunity to force my tongue further into his mouth. He began to suck on it and I moaned into him at the feeling. He abruptly moved from my mouth and started working down towards my neck."

"You know," he said, breathlessly, between kisses "after you sent me that letter, I couldn't help myself. I'm lucky I have my own cell, I had to get some relief or else I would've gone insane."

"You're not the only one baby, " I replied in a daze as he continued tome further down my neck, "I would touch myself at night wishing it was your fingers inside of me."

He grunted at my words and buried his face in my breasts.

"You wore this top just for me didn't you?"

"Mhm, just for you."

"I think it's time we see what's underneath," he said as he pulled the shirt swiftly over my head. My lips crashed back into his and I made quick work of undoing the buttons on his shirt. I wasn't used to seeing Spencer in a white t-shirt, so I soaked up the image as best I could before pulling his shirt off and discarding it on the floor.

"You said you missed my fingers, baby?" I sighed a resounding "yes" before he moved his hands up my skirt, barely brushing his fingertips against my panties. I moaned at the contact, and I felt him smirk against my lips before pushing my panties aside and inserting a digit into my wet folds.

"Fuck, Spencer" I groaned as his long fingers stretched inside me.

"You're so tight, love. You really did miss me stretching you out, didn't you?"

"Yes!" I yelled and he began to pump his fingers in and out.

The room filled with the sounds of our moans and Spencer pumping in and out of me. I could feel a familiar pressure tightening in my abdomen, but I needed more of him. I knew he needed me too because I could see his erection straining through his pants. It's almost as if he read my mind because he removed his fingers and placed them in my mouth.

"Fuck, I need you so badly, (Y/N)," he said as I sucked on his fingers.

Not bothering to take off my skirt, I laid back on the bed as he pushed up the fabric and pulled off my panties. He undid his own pants and threw them haphazardly onto the floor along with his underwear. He brushed his fingers along my now exposed cunt, gathering my arousal on his fingertips.

"You're so wet for me baby, it's driving me insane."

He slid his hard length along my pussy, which earned a moan from the both of us before he pushed the tip into me.

"Oh my god, Spence," I whined. He was stretching me out so well since I haven't had him inside me in weeks.

"Baby you're so tight," he said, letting his mouth hang open in pleasure.

"Please, Spence. . .fuck me," I pleaded. He wasted no time and began to give me deep strokes. I moaned at every thrust, which only motivated him to thrust harder and deeper. His pace became relentless as the tip of his length was now hitting my cervix.

"Fuck, Spencer, come for me. I want you to fill me up, baby."

"Anything for you, love," he said, giving me everything he has.

"I want your babies Spencer, please!" I screamed, knowing full well that I was on the pill and that wasn't going to happen. . . yet.

That was all it took for him to spill his load inside of me. We both became moaning messes as he came. Once he was finished, he rolled off of me and ran to the bathroom to help me clean up. I went to pee, and when I returned, Spencer laid his head on my chest and we sat, cuddled in silence, until nightfall. Under the cover of darkness, I could hear quiet sobs coming from Spencer and I felt little drops of tears on my breasts.

"Baby are you okay? What's wrong my love?" I said, raking my hands through his soft wavy locks.

"I don't want to go back in there," he said, like a child, in barely more than a whisper.

"I wish I could stay here with you indefinitely. I wish I never had to sleep apart from you again. I was trying to be strong for you, (Y/N), but it's so much worse than I imagined."

I didn't press him for details, but I couldn't help but begin to cry in sympathy.

"Listen to me, Spence. I can't even being to understand what you're going through, but you are the strongest person I know. I also know that you have a team of people behind you who love you and will stop at nothing to prove you're innocent. Just remember that every time you're lonely or scared, baby. And we'll keep visiting you and sending you letters and books, anything we can do to keep your mind busy."

"Thank you, my love," he said, slowly rising up to plant a kiss on my lips.

"For better or for worse remember?"

"For better or for worse."

He spent the rest of the night lying on my chest as I stroked his hair and lulled him to sleep, avoiding the dread of being separated in the morning for as long as we could.

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AN: Finally finished this fic omg it was a long time coming. But I've been busy in medical assisting school and this one required a lot more research than my previous works lol. But finally happy with the result and please show it some love. Thanks to all my moots for believing in this :)

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[tomnylover]

hey guys i posted the start of my fic on ao3 its called “Ill be watching you” and its a jegulus fic my usernames tomnylover

anyway! heres a bit of it xx

James always felt like he was missing something, even since he was a child. The problem is James truly had an amazing life; loving parents, all the money and status, and a solid group of friends. James was their starboy.

No matter how hard he tried to fill the hole in his heart, nothing worked. That was until the fateful day on platform nine and three quarters where he laid his eyes upon Regulus Black.

As James made his way onto the carriage to find his friends, he locked eyes with what could only be described as an angelic beauty, a face from heaven. Cold grey eyes and freckles ever so slightly scattered across his nose and cheeks. The boys cheeks were rosy, and his lips were almost a perfect shade of pink.

“My names Regulus, Im sirius’ brother”

Ah, of course he was, the resemblance was uncanny. James extended out his own hand- “Im James”

He stood there silently, waiting for the younger black to speak to him once more, to acknowledge him.

Regulus however, just sat down silently beside his older brother and watched as the older four began to talk about studies. He wasnt interested; the only thing he cared for was James. His face, his eyes, the unruly brown hair curling into his brows.

James was frozen, and barely contributed to the conversation, adding a few words here and there so Lupin wouldnt question his unusual lack of speech. James wanted to look at regulus, bask in all his glory.

‘This is wrong, this is all wrong. He’s a boy’ James reminded himself of the consequences that he could possibly face if he ever acknowledged his feelings for a boy.

He couldnt be homosexual, his friends would never speak to him again and he would no longer be gryffindors golden boy.

But oh Regulus Black; whenever James even thought about him his face would turn an unnatural red and his heart would hurt. How could he love someone who was so incredibly hard to love?

lmk if i should finish it and if any of u have ideas but i was thinking like regulus always watching everyone but specifically james and then james only noticing him after running into him- and james just keeps bumping into him and they eventually get together

idk if i should make it canon compliant? but add wolfstar dorlene marylily and rosekiller

and maybe peter with another girl ect ect? lmk guys!!

[1000plants]

Holidays - Easter

Holidays

Bucky Barnes x reader (GN)

Summary: An accidental series centered around the various holidays with my beloved Bucky Barnes  

Warnings- Some swearing, allusions to a possibly complex/negative childhood (literally so brief) 

Word count- Over 3.5k

Author's Note- I don't know why this is 3 thousand words… im just as surprised. Anyways, this was mostly (completely) inspired by my girlfriends mom getting us gifts for Easter :)

Masterlist

Read Pt1🦃 , Pt2🎄 , Pt3🎉 , and Pt4❤️ HERE

Divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

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“You didn't celebrate Easter?”

You shrugged, glancing up from your bowl of cereal to where Bucky was walking into the breakfast nook. Your half eaten bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch was soggy, ignored while you texted.

“My family was more of the Christmas / Thanksgiving / Halloween celebrators,” You chuckled as your spoon lightly clinked in the bowl as you pushed your breakfast away. “Spring holidays never really came up, it was usually only mothers day, fathers day, and the Fourth of July that got any attention from us.”

Bucky's brows were furrowed, looking at you like he was solving all the world's problems. He opened his mouth then shut it immediately. You silently laughed, shaking your head as you grabbed your bowl and rounded the table. It really wasn't a big deal. Sure, it might've been fun to do as a kid, the egg hunts and candy, but as an adult it held little importance to you.

“Don’t sweat it, sweethart,” You console with a grin. You lightly pat his arm and walk towards the kitchen.

“Ok, but I am sweating it-” Bucky immediately counters teasingly. His shoes were heavy on the ground as he followed behind you. You felt his eyes on you as you loaded the dishwasher. Leaning your back against the countertops, you crossed your arms over your chest and raised an eyebrow at him.

“I mean,” He continues, raising his hands before sighing and letting them fall back down to his sides, “You managed to celebrate every major holiday except Easter.”

You really didn’t know what to say, it didn't seem to be the big deal Bucky was making it out to be…

“It’s impressive, in all honesty.” Bucky adds with a crooked smile.

You scoffed lightheartedly and shook your head, “I guess they thought we got enough candy at Halloween, didn't need any more six months later…”

It was impressive, wasn't it? You celebrated all the other major holidays growing up, your parents convinced you of Santa and the Tooth Fairy, but a Bunny that gave away eggs was too far for them?

Really, it didn't matter. The candy wasn't much too impressive to you, anyways. The robin's eggs were good, though you just liked the malted chocolate anyway. The Reeces eggs were also somehow the perfect ratio of chocolate and peanut butter (why weren't they all like that?!). But, it was the Peeps you liked the most. Not really for their taste, but they looked so stupid. Their eyes were never aligned right and they seemed to come in the wildest flavors…

“Got it?”

You were snapped out of your thoughts, the conversation you had with Bucky was nearly four hours ago by now. “Hm?” You asked, looking at Tony who grabbed two dozen eggs from the fridge.

Tony huffed and rolled his eyes, setting the pre-hardboiled eggs down on the counter top. Morgan squealed excitedly, watching Peter carefully add some red dyed water into the yellow dyed water to make the orange dye.

“Just… don't break too many eggs,” Tony restated. You felt blood rush to your cheeks in embarrassment, your first real easter tradition with the team and you couldnt seem to pay any attention.

The Avengers gave you the closest thing you had to tradition in a long long time. It had been a while since you had truly met up with your family, and even longer since you all celebrated a holiday together. Not for any negative reason, life just didn't seem to work out nicely for you.

Your mind still drifted as you helped bend the little metal egg dipper. You divvied up the eggs as Tony guided Morgan to dunk the first one into the red.

Really, you didn't even consider them to be traditions since the Thanksgiving party. The years had just been slowly adding up, the parties all blurred together, the drinks mixed and left a sour taste in your mouth each night. Even the presents, which had all been given with thought and care, seemed to mesh together in the end.

“When they dry,” You said to Morgan, shaking the last bit of the contents of the box onto the countertop, “We can put these stickers on them!” You spread out the sheets for her to see. She immediately grinned and held a sheet out to Tony and started talking a hundred miles a minute about how beautiful her eggs would look.

After a few minutes, you and Peter were both getting a bit sick of the dip dyed eggs.

“Surely there's a cooler way to decorate these…” Peter sighed, dunking his blue egg into the red. You hummed in agreement, gnawing your lip as you tried to come up with something.

“Stickers?” You offered jokingly, sighing as you watched Morgan and Tony place each and every sticker. Most of them on Morgan's shirt, or Tony's hand… very few made it to the eggs.

Peter laughed quietly, watching in amusement. You were carefully transporting your light yellow egg to the drying rack as  your phone buzzed on the counter. Bucky's face flashed on the screen along with the “answer” and “decline” options.

“Oh, shit-” You muttered, reaching for your phone before you noticed the dye staining your hands, “Can you grab that for me, Pete?” You hopefully asked.

Peter made a small “uhmmm” sound as he looked at his own hands. A rainbow of colors on his fingertips. You wave him off, mumbling a "don't worry” as you hit answer with your elbow.

“Hello?” You hummed as you then nudged the speaker phone button.

“Hey, hon,” Bucky’s voice crackled through the speaker.

“Bythewayyou’reonspeakerwithMorganaround-!” You quickly say. You leaned over the island countertop and rinsed off your hands as best you could. 

Bucky laughed, a low and full laugh as Morgan's attention was pulled away from her eggs at the mere mention of her name. As fun as Morgan made this whole process, the scent of vinegar in your nose and colorful fingerprints was getting old quickly.

“Yeah,” Tony added with a smirk, talking slightly louder, “Keep it PG, Terminator.”

You swore you could hear Bucky's eye roll, or maybe it was his huff that always accompanied it that tipped you off. You dried your hands and shut off the water, fingers now just a pale red from being scrubbed.

“I’m not the one you need to worry about,” Bucky retorted. There was a faint shuffling sound, Steve's voice in the back asking Bucky a question before Bucky answered with an equally muffled “I think Clint likes the blueberry ones currently.”

“Buck,” You sigh, grabbing your phone and resting your elbows on the counter, “How do we color eggs without making a huge mess?” You shot Morgan a dramatic stinkeye, both of you smiling as she pointed enthusiastically at the egg coated with stickers.

“I think my hands are gonna be purple forever…” Peter added with a slightly distressed twinge in his voice.

“It’s a right of passage,” Bucky snorts. He hummed thoughtfully for a moment, the sound of him shifting the phone in his hand amplified the rough sound for a moment, “Markers?”

You looked at Tony as you raised your eyebrows and quirked your lips thoughtfully. Markers would definitely work.

“MARKERS!” Morgan cheered, jumping up and down on the chair she was standing on, “DRAW! DADDY I WANNA DRAW!!”

Tony chuckled and scooped her up in his arms, “Drawing it is then, kiddo.”

“Someone’s excited…” You say to no one in particular.

“Just a little,” Bucky dryly adds. Tony and Morgan disappeared around the corner, Morgan now telling him each and every thing she was going to draw on the eggs.

You set your phone down, moving around the kitchen to clean up the glasses and throw the trash away, “Markers was smart, Buck.”

“I only have smart ideas.”

“... didn't you try to set up an automatic feeder for Alpine last week and somehow tripped the circuit breaker?” Peter pipes up.

“The idea was smart… my execution was slightly flawed.”

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“Look, daddy! A ‘nother bunny!” Morgan squeaked, shoving her arm up to show Tony her egg.

“It’s great, honey,” Tony smiled, resting his ching in his palm as he watched the three of you color in the eggs.

“Lookit-” Morgan mumbled, swinging her arm around so that you and Peter could get a better look.

The two of you replied with different variations of “looks great, Morgan!” and other encouraging phrases as she reached for her next eggy victim.

Peter had taken to drawing flower fields on all of the green eggs. (and his spiderman logo on a red one)

You, on the other hand, had been working diligently on just two.

“Ok,” You said to Bucky, glancing at the phone, “It’s not supposed to rain until Wednesday, I think we could definitely have a makeshift picnic…” you continued to ramble about your possible outing with him later, mostly just listening to the sound of your own voice as the sharp click of heels slowly grew louder and louder.

“Tony I- what are you doing?” Pepper asked, eyes wide in surprise as her heels suddenly stopped clicking on the tile. 

You stopped talking, all four of you looked up from your creations. You blinked once at Pepper as she continued, “The egg hunt is in, like, twenty minutes!”

Tony furrowed his brows, looking down at his watch, “No, it’s-”

“April 20th, 2pm.” Pepper sternly reminds him, raising a brow. Her face softened as Morgan raised up an egg to show her mom, a vague and blobby bunny shape was just visible against the dark blue dye.

“It’s beautiful, sweetheart,” She cooed, gently taking the marker and capping it while she placed the egg back onto the rack.

“Oh the twentieth is Today!” Tony coughs, eyes wide as he stands up.

You glanced at Peter, both of you biting back grins and stifling laughs as Tony rushed to herd Morgan to her room to get changed. Pepper let out a deep sigh, a fond smile pulling on her lips as she swiftly followed behind.

“I think that's also our cue to leave too, Buck,” You tell him, finishing the touches on your second egg before putting away the black marker. Though you had slightly cleaned up the dye, and the countertops were sealed marble, leaving it all sit while you were all at the park was a dreadful idea.

Peter was quicker to move than you were, putting markers back into their tub and putting eggs back into cartons.

“Oh, wait I wanted to ask-” Bucky started to say, the sound of the grocery store around him growing a little more quiet.

“I think we're all going to the park, too,” You call out, rifling under the sink for some wipes, “Can we talk then?”

You moved around the kitchen as carefully as possible, avoiding Peter as he transferred the precious cargo back to the fridge. You made broad strokes with the clorox wipe against the counter, splashes of color immediately getting picked up by it all.

“Uh,” You could hear his hand covering the mic of the phone, Bucky mumbled something to Steve (who answered with an equally quieted response), “Yeah, yeah that works. We can do that.”

“Perfect! Ok, I’ll see you then. Love you!” You smiled, leaning over to grab your phone. Tony and Peppers rushing steps could be heard coming from down the hall.

“Love you, too.” Bucky chuckled before hanging up.

You shoved your phone into your pocket, the afternoon had gone from 0 to 100 very quickly. You looked around the kitchen, double checking everything was cleaned up.

“Hah! Is this Mr. Barnes?” Peter asks, turning his head towards you as he points to one of the eggs in the fridge. It was one you had drawn a small smiley face on, given it medium length brown hair, and a red “shirt”.

You snickered and nodded, gesturing for Peter to follow Tony down the hall once you heard him call out for you guys.

“Acurate, isnt it?” You sarcastically asked.

The park was warm, surprisingly. Usually during this time of year it was a little rainy, but today was nice. In fact, there wasn't even a cloud in the sky. Er, none that looked scary. The clouds were all wispy and pale white, not entirely different from the man selling cotton candy just a  few feet to your right.

You shoved your hands into your pockets, smiling at the few people who acknowledged you, though you mostly kept to yourself. Glancing around, you spotted a few familiar faces amongst all those who showed up.

You waved at Natasha, who was standing a few yards away with Clint and his family. Looking around at the field instead of the people, there was a massive amount of land blocked out for the hunt. A good length of the park was blocked off with colorful ribbons, signifying the playable area.

Looking a little closer, a few “easy” eggs were peeking up from the grass, the bright plastic helping them to stand out. There were others in less accessible areas, you had noticed one shoved under a bush, another hidden amongst rocks, and even one nestled lightly in the crook of a tree's branches.

You sucked in a deep breath as you meandered towards Nat. You took the time to just absorb the light, let yourself bask in the picture perfect spring day.

The grass was silent as you walked on it, between the sounds of kids and parents alike you could hear the birds chirping. Hell, if it wasn't New York, you’d argue the air smelled clean!

“Are we missing people?” Natasha asked. You could tell she was looking around, scanning the whole scene, even with the dark shades she wore.

“Bucky and Steve were getting groceries today,” You shrugged, explaining the absence of the two, “They should be here soon, I think.”

Natasha replied with a silent nod, shifting on her feet as Laura and Clint continued to explain how the game would play out to their kids.

You watched as well, a warm feeling growing at the base of your lungs as kids eagerly got ready to run to their hearts content. It was a little bittersweet, something you hadn't really expected.

It was one tradition you didn't have growing up, not the end of the world. And its not like you were fucking traumatized or anything. You just… never did an egg hunt.

“Should we sit?” Natasha asked, not giving you a moment to answer as she turns and walks towards a bench nearby. She knew you'd follow, and obviously you did.

“Some holidays are fun, others are tiring,” Natasha huffs as she slumps into the bench. You dryly laugh, nodding wistfully as you sit next to her.

“This is one of the tiring ones, I take it?” 

“You tell me,” She snorts, looking at you as she cocks her head, “You spent the day with Morgan.”

You groaned, shutting your eyes as the weight of the day settled into you, “I guess,” you sighed, “can’t imagine what Christmas is like for Tony and Pepper.”

“Exhausting.” Natasha deadpans. She sat up a little straighter on the bench, the two of you sitting in silence for a moment. The kids were all lined up, waiting for the signal before they could all run like wild.

For a moment the world was quiet, even the birds paused.

The moment the kids were allowed to run, it got loud. Screaming and laughing as nearly fifty kids all ran in a hundred different directions. The whole park was bustling as parents talked, grandparents cheered, and vendors sold food.

“Oh-!” Natasha perked up, waving her hand, “There's Bruce, you mind if I…?”

 She had started to stand, pointing towards Pepper. Sure enough, Bruce was standing next to the woman, his hands in his pockets, as he awkwardly looked around.

“No, yeah!” You quickly shooed her away, smiling as Natasha turned and walked (faster than normal, you thought) towards the scientist.

You sighed, settling into the bench as you took the time to soak up a little more sun…

“Here.”

You were startled by the deep timbre behind you, though you recognized it instantly. Bucky needed to stop sneaking up onto you like this… The bastard was like a ghost most of the time.

“Hey! You finally… made… it…” Your voice trailed off as you registered the gift back he was holding out. With a hand shielding your eyes from the sun, you squinted still at the light green and blue bag.

You squinted against the sun as you turned your head, smiling warmly at your boyfriend. You could tell he was biting back a smile, too. 

“Take it,” Bucky murmured, setting it on the empty space next to you as he rounded the bench. He glanced out at the kids all running around the park, Morgan's excited shrieks were the second loudest compared to Tony's cheers of excitement for each egg she found. “Yeah, I didn’t think it’d actually take that long…” Bucky adds with a brief, quiet laugh.

You sat the bag on your lap, it was heavier than it looked. The corners of your mouth tugged into a smile as your hands ran against the paper, “Thank you, Bucky.” You softly said, looking at him from the corner of your eyes.

“You don't even know what's in there yet!” He playfully scoffs as he rests his arm behind you on the bench. He leaned closer, body pressed against his as his other hand tugged on a bit of the tissue paper, “Maybe I should’ve gotten you some sunglasses instead,” He mumbled under his breath. He nudged you lightheartedly with his thumb, nodding and prompting you to open the gift.

“My eyes are just fine, thank you,” You sniffed, trying to seem at least slightly offended. Your smile and eagerness to open the gift immediately gave it away.

You balled up the paper and it immediately fell next to you with a loud gasp as all of your focus went to what laid in the bag.

“Oh… my… god!” You laughed, mouth still agape and grinning as you pulled out the kitche Peep themed items.

“Ya like ‘em?” Bucky quietly asks, his voice light as he looks from your face to the bag.

You were truly at a loss for words. The only sounds you could make were stifled laughs as you tried desperately to not burst out loudly.

“Oh I love them,” You whispered in awe as you pulled out the little yellow stuffed bunny peep that was resting right on top. Underneath it was a myriad of candies. Some chocolate eggs, gummies, Reeses, and , of course, Peeps.

There was something about the stupid little thousand yard stare this Peep had, you couldn't stop grinning as you held it up and squeezed it in your hand.

It wasn't until you felt Bucky's hand on your shoulder that you remembered the egg you had dyed, “Oh, shit, your present is back at the tower!” You groaned, quickly snapping your head towards him. Your chest felt a little heavy with guilt at seeing the gift he had gotten you, all while you only dyed a little egg.

“My present?” Bucky asked inquisitively. A slanted, confused smile slowly appeared on his face, “It’s Easter, not Christmas sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes, putting the things back in the bag along with the paper. Oh, the irony… But, that was what Bucky was like, wasn't it? Giving you everything and yet expecting nothing.

“I dyed you an egg.” You told him simply. You lowered the bag to the floor before fishing your phone out of your pocket. You could have sworn you had a photo of it, or maybe Peter took one before you rushed out?

Bucky was quiet as you searched your recent photos, his voice was soft as he asked, “You… you dyed me an egg?” He sounded surprised, almost shocked.

Bucky's head was thrown back in laughter as he swiped between the pictures, one of the egg that resembled his arm, and the other that was a pisspoor portrait. His laugh was contagious enough to get you to silently join, plus the slightly blurry photos of the eggs weren't really helping much.

“Of course I did!” You replied simply, not quite catching the astonishment in his tone, “Here,” You said triumphantly as you found the photo, “I actually made two.”

The two of you got a few odd stares, but it was hard to notice from the tears in your eyes.

“Oh Christ…” Bucky mumbled as he rubbed his face. He let out a loud sigh and zoomed in on the image of you posing with the egg.

“I also got you this,” He added offhandedly, shifting on the bench to grab something from his pocket. Before you could ask, he showed you a small pocket knife that had colored eggs decorating the handle.

Seeing it made you snort with laughter, your hand flying up to stifle your noise. “H-how festive…” You managed to eek out between cackles.

“A little too festive…” Bucky agrees, shaking his head with a large smile. He leaned in and pressed a firm kiss to your head, “Good Easter?” He asked, leaning his head against yours. You both looked out at the kids still running around, though it seemed to be wrapping up as many kids made their way to their parents.

“Great Easter, I think,” You hummed, running your thumb over the cheap plastic of the knife. You looked down at the bag, the peep's face peaking out at you, “Probably the best one yet…”

“They’ll only get better.” Bucky whispers, quietly enough you weren't sure if he even meant to say it.

You let out a small breath, settling back against him as the spring sun kept you warm. The air smelled faintly of flowers, trees, and Bucky. 

It was a good day.

Yeah… good day.