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Gonna Make You Rock Hard | Jeong Yunho ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

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☆ Day 30: Mask Kink (Connected with Rum To My Whiskey (iykyk!😉))

↬ [ Synopsis ] : Under dim lights and the cover of a masquerade party, you’re alone with Yunho, the man you’ve been craving all night, with only one rule: the mask stays on. What starts as a playful bet with Wooyoung soon turns into a sultry, forbidden encounter behind closed doors, where every whispered word and heated touch makes the stakes feel deliciously higher.

☆Word count : 1.8k ☆Genre : Smut, no plot just drunk and fun vibes, Non-idol Au. ☆Pairing : Stranger in the party! Yunho x F.Reader

☆ ☆ ☆WARNINGS : mdni!, reader’s craving for Yunho builds all evening, playful eye flirting, alcohol-fueled tension, mask kink, mild voyeurism, size kink (it’s Yunho, after all), dom/sub undertones, messy and intense makeout sess, fingering (fem receiving), biting kink, praise (pet names like babygirl, baby, cutie), unprotected sex (remember to wrap it, buddies), overstimulation, and filthy talk.

A/N NOTE : With this fic ma chéries, we conclude Kinktober 2024🏆. Thank you for sticking with me till the end. I appreciate and love each and every one of you, and in whichever way you supported this rookie writer, THANK YOU SOO FUCKING MUCH! 💖😘🤗

I love ATEEZ (Atiny for life 💖🏴‍☠️), and writing these fics about them made me appreciate the art they create even more🤩. I also explored new genres and learned that I can write various genres and scenarios (they all did not turn out perfect, but some did and to me what really matters is that I actually gave it a try).

I will be on a short break and then will come back with more awesome stuff for y’all. Till then, enjoy these 30 fics (my first writing work…ahhhhh…this feels surreal). Hope u miss me🥺...cuz I sure as hell will😤. Thank u again for giving my work a chance! Adios! 👋👋

P.S.: My DMs and requests are open now..so feel free to send me any particular requests you guys have or any msgs you wanna send me. I will be gone for now but will be responding to comments & dms. Adios mah loves...Byeeeee.

Before stepping into that dimly lit room with Yunho, you remembered exactly how you had ended up there.

It had started with Wooyoung and his unpredictable games, pushing you to see just how far you would go to prove a point.

“If you’re as bold as you say, then show it,” he had dared, a smirk dancing on his lips as he nudged his chin toward Yunho, the man you had been eyeing all night at the masquerade-themed party at Club Havana. “Hook up with him and prove me right. But here’s the catch,” he added, his grin widened mischievously. “The mask stays on the entire time.”

The cocktails had been flowing freely, and Yunho had looked like an absolute snack, leaving you more than a little tipsy and far too eager to rise to the challenge. The thrill of proving Wooyoung wrong and maybe even showing him just how unpredictable you could be had landed you here, flirting with Yunho before you could even give it a second thought.

The attraction had been instant, his charming smile and intense gaze igniting a spark in you that only grew stronger with each passing moment.

So here you were, leading Yunho through the crowd and away from the party's noise. A mix of drunk excitement from Havana’s finest shots and the thrill of winning the bet coursed through your veins.

The mask you had worn only added to the excitement as you both made your way into the room.

The deep red walls of the room had welcomed you under the dim lights, shadows casting an intimate glow that served as an invitation for the moments about to unfold. As you closed the door, the sounds from the club outside became muffled, leaving you and Yunho in silence. The scent of leather and faint traces of cologne filled your senses, the air in the room growing thicker with every passing second.

You faced him, your masked gaze teasing. His eyes searched yours, curiosity slowly turning into hunger. As you took a step closer, your fingers slid up his chest, moving slowly as you felt the warmth of his skin through his shirt. You could tell it was driving him crazy, not seeing all of you, your eyes just peeking through the mask. He caught your hand, his grip warm and firm, his fingers tracing slow circles against your wrist.

“Are you always this mysterious ?” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, his eyes locked on yours with a delicious mixture of intrigue and excitement.

You gave a sly smile, tilting your head just enough for the light to catch your lips. “Only for the right kind of company,” you replied, your voice filled with playful flirtation.

A slow grin spread across his face as he stepped closer, closing the distance between you. His hand found your waist, his fingers firm as he pulled you against him. His gaze flickered to your lips, torn between playing the game or surrendering to it. His chest rose and fell, his breath quickening as his eyes tried to memorize every inch of what the mask hid.

You reached up, your fingertips brushing his jaw, soft and deliberate. Leaning in, your lips hovered near his ear. “Want to see what’s behind the mask?” you murmured, your breath warm against his skin.

His chuckle was low and rich, his other hand sliding to the back of your neck, his thumb grazing your collarbone. “Maybe not,” he teased, his lips brushing your cheek. “I think I like the mystery. It keeps things… thrilling.”

You smirked, leaning into his touch, your hands gliding to his shoulders. The mask and the tequila shots you had taken fueled your boldness as you pressed closer, your lips brushing his in a kiss that sparked between tender and electric. He deepened it, his hand trailing to the small of your back, pulling you tighter as if he was as captivated by the game as you were.

As seconds passed, his kisses grew hungrier, his hands exploring your curves with desperate passion. When his fingers grazed the edge of your mask, you caught his wrist, stopping him with a playful, breathless smile.

“Not yet,” you whispered, your voice soft but commanding.

His laugh was low and rough, filled with something darker. “Alright,” he murmured, pulling you closer, his hands refusing to leave your body. His fingers pressed into your hips, giving a little squeeze on your ass, which excited you even more. He had surrendered to the mystery, letting the unknown drive him wild as he lost himself in every inch of you he could reach. Everything but what was hidden behind the mask.

The mask had become part of the game, a sensual mystery like a barrier between you that fed his desire and made each touch more desperate.

His hands, once hesitant, now roamed with bold intent, tracing your curves with a hunger that matched the fire in his kiss. His lips crashed into yours, deep and demanding, pushing you back until the cool surface of the wall pressed against you, a faint contrast to the heat building between your bodies. As he surrendered to the game, his restraint slowly slipped away, leaving only the raw, electric energy that burned hotter with every touch, every breath.

His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, brushing lightly before pressing firmly, the sensation making your breath hitch. His touch grew bolder as his fingers found your core, your arousal evident.

Slowly, he slid one thick finger into you, his pace teasing at first, each movement deliberate, as if testing how far he could push you. But as your breaths quickened, he picked up speed, his fingers curling and thrusting in a rhythm that had you gripping his shoulders for support.

The pleasure built quickly, the pressure overwhelming, and when you came undone around him, your moans muffled against his neck, he didn’t stop. Instead, he added another finger, the stretch making your body arch into him. His lips grazed your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin as he drove you toward another release.

Your legs trembled, your forehead resting against his shoulder as you gasped for air, the intensity leaving you weak and breathless. But Yunho wasn’t done. His hands and lips kept you tethered to him, his movements relentless as he worked to break down every barrier between you.

The mask remained, teasing him with what he couldn’t see, but he didn’t care, if he couldn’t uncover your secret, he would take everything else, leaving you trembling and completely at his mercy.

Pressed against the cold wall, the chill against your skin only made the heat between you burn hotter. You felt him move closer, his body pressing into yours. His hips ground against you with deliberate intent, letting you feel every bit of his desire. The friction sent sparks through you, each movement making your breath hitch and your body ache for more.

His hands slid down your thighs, lifting one leg effortlessly, holding you as if he had done this a hundred times. His touch was steady was strong but careful as he tugged your panties away with practiced ease, his focus completely on you.

Your breath caught when he revealed himself, and for a moment, all you could do was stare. A mix of awe and arousal overwhelmed you, your thoughts spinning with the idea of him inside you. His hand moved back to your leg, grounding you, while his hips pressed forward, his hard length teasing against your skin.

The way he moved, slow and purposeful, stoked a fire deep inside, and soft moans escaped your lips, filling the room. Your knees trembled, barely able to hold you, but his strong hands kept you steady as he lifted you into his arms.

You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, your body instinctively clinging to his strength. His eyes met yours, dark and full of restrained hunger, his expression both commanding and tender. The mask on your face gave you a boldness you had never felt, adding a thrill to every moment. As he positioned himself, his length pressed teasingly against you, and your body arched toward him, desperate to close the unbearable gap.

When he finally pushed inside, the feeling was overwhelming, a perfect mix of fullness and heat that left you gasping. He paused just long enough for you to adjust before he started moving, slow and steady at first, every thrust sending shivers through you. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as the rhythm built, each movement deeper, faster, more urgent. The intensity grew with every second, his pace losing control, his need for you taking over.

The mask stayed on, a reminder of the thrill of the moment, giving you the confidence to completely let go. Your moans grew louder, your body trembling under the pressure of his relentless pace. Stars danced before your eyes as your vision clouded, the intensity of it all consuming you. His lips brushed against your neck, his breath hot and heavy as he muttered low, broken words that sent you even closer to the edge. Every thrust felt like a claim, every move a promise, as if he knew exactly what you needed and gave it without hesitation.

It felt like you had known each other forever, your bodies fitting together perfectly, moving as one. The tension built higher and higher until finally, with one last thrust, you broke apart, the release crashing over you in waves. Your body trembled in his arms as the pleasure overwhelmed you, every nerve alive and buzzing.

Moments later, his movements grew erratic, his breathing ragged as he buried himself deeper into you, chasing his own release. With a low groan, he came undone, his grip tightening on your waist as he spilled into you, his body shuddering against yours. You held him close, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, “It’s okay. I’m on the pill.” Your words seemed to pull him further into the moment, his tension melting into complete surrender.

Even when it was over, he didn’t let go. His hands stayed on you, holding you close as you caught your breath, your body still humming with the aftershocks. His dark eyes lingered on your face, the mask a silent reminder of the game you had played and won. No words were spoken, but the moment hung between you, heavy with the memory of something unforgettable.

As you both recovered, your breaths slowly steadied, though the air around you remained charged. His arms stayed wrapped around you, reluctant to let you go. With a soft smile, you gently slipped out of his embrace, his hands lingering on your waist as if trying to hold on to the moment.

“Will I see you again ?” he asked, his voice low, almost pleading.

Adjusting your mask, you took a step back, tilting your head playfully. “Maybe… if you’re lucky,” you purred, a teasing lilt in your voice.

Your lips curved into a smirk into a half promise, half challenge as you walked towards the door. Just before disappearing into the crowd, you paused, looking over your shoulder, your eyes locking with his one last time. “Try not to miss me too much,” you added with a wink, your tone equal parts flirtation and mischief.

The club swallowed you, leaving him standing there, still burning from your touch, his eyes fixed on the spot where you had vanished. The mystery of your face still lingered behind that mask.

Even in the shadows, you could feel his gaze following you, and you knew that tonight, you had won the game and you were unforgettable.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

DISCLAIMER: This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

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bullyingfictionalmen · 29 days ago

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The Painting That Never Was

Summary: Recently, you've been plagued by dreams of the sea. Of drowning. Of someone saving your life. You can never quite remember what happens in these dreams, much less what they mean. But a certain eccentric painter might know more.

Word Count: 3.3k

CW: mild violence, eventual smut, Rafayel myth and main story/anecdote spoilers

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You feel it again. The relentless pull of the sea.

It tugs at your clothes, dragging you down and down into its cold embrace. You flail, you struggle. Ropes dig into your wrists and ankles. You yearn for the haze of light above the surface of the water, barely making out the bubbles that escape your mouth and drift away. Your lungs burn. Your eyes sting with saltwater. Your heart pumps frantically in your chest to distribute oxygen you can no longer take in. You are going to die.

Rather, you are going to be sacrificed.

In your panicked delirium, you start hearing things. The soft, airy lilt of a flute. A cynical, melodic laugh. You fight to open your eyes again, and a form seems to glow in the water before you. Sea-glass eyes, shimmering scales, a pale hand that reaches for your cheek. A voice, warm, playful, too clear in your dimming consciousness, demands something.

“Human, shall I spare your life? Then, become my follower. Give me… everything.”

When your eyes snap open, the scene soon fades. Each vivid detail becomes a vague echo, a grain of sand slipping through your fingers. All it leaves you with is a peculiar swirl of emotions: fear, desperation, emptiness, longing. You know this isn’t the first time these images have haunted your dreams because, even though their contents elude you, the feeling you’re left with is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

Your phone pings, bringing reality into sharp focus, and you let out a groan, fumbling for it on your bedside table.

Rafayel: Miss Bodyguard, I need you or I might die

You: ???

Rafayel: a powerful foe has appeared

Rolling out of bed, you compose a text back as you scramble to put on your uniform. You haven’t known Rafayel all that long, know the flighty artist is prone to overexaggerating, but the thought of him in danger wins out against your skepticism.

You: Is it Wanderer? Where are you rn?

Rafayel: at the studio, dun think I can move help

Rafayel: starvation is coming for me

Rafayel: I keep forgetting to eat lol

Rafayel: I need you to fight it off so I can finish my painting

Your stomach drops, your shoulders relax, and you let out a long, annoyed sigh. You debate sending him an angry voice memo and chewing him out for scaring you, but instead, you shoot him back a sticker of a bird rolling its eyes.

You: make ramen or smth good lord

Rafayel: I can’t!! my inspiration will vanish with the steam T-T

You: you can’t finish your painting if you starve, yk?

Rafayel: awwww, are you worried about me, Miss Bodyguard?

You: I take it back, starve

Rafayel: nooooo you have to come over

Rafayel: bring chicken

Rafayel: hurry up

You: Rafayel it’s Thursday. Plus, the metaflux levels are all out of whack recently, I have

Rafayel: a duty to Linkon City

Rafayel: I get it

Rafayel: come after work, then. bring side dishes too

You: I won’t be done til 6, eat before then istg

Rafayel: oop k thx byeeeee

You want to be more annoyed, but you can feel a smile tugging the corners of your lips in spite of yourself. As dramatic as Rafayel can be, you can’t deny that his antics chased away that empty feeling the nightmare brought. Instead, excitement warms your chest. There’s lots of work to be done, but you know can face it.

~~~

“I know we’re swamped, but there’s a civilian in peril in Sector 37. Nearby units?”

Your body moves before your brain can catch up, boots crashing through puddles, uniform soaked through from the driving rain, and you find yourself rattling off your information into the comms without a second thought. You’re mercifully pretty close to the victim’s location—if the fifth call in eight hours could ever qualify as merciful.

The sky above is so dark it could be mistaken for the N109 Zone, only periodically lit by arcing flashes of lightning. Of course, it had to be during a storm that the meta-flux levels went haywire. There’s no scientific evidence suggesting Wanderers prefer to strike on rainy days, but it’s a pet theory of yours. Rafayel’s theory is that you’re just cosmically unlucky. Today, you’re tempted to believe it.

Your usual partner, Xavier, has been off the grid for the past week. It’s not that surprising—he tends to come and go as he pleases—but you do wish his timing was better. You could request backup, but the sheer number of attacks have spread the rest of the Hunter Association’s forces so thin that you wouldn’t dare snag a partner from a less-experienced recruit. That’s why you’re resolved to finish this alone.

The coordinates on your watch lead you to a run-down shopping complex. Most everyone seems to have evacuated, but as you approach, a shriek pierces through the din of the rainfall, sending a shiver shooting up your spine. You draw your gun from its thigh holster, peering through the doorway of a bookshop seconds before a desperate employee scrambles into view, breathing in haggard gasps and clutching his bloodied shoulder. You hear a cacophony of crashing shelves and tumbling books close behind him.

“Get down!” you yell, leaping in front of him and emptying a full magazine into the Wanderer’s chest, stopping it in its tracks. Its body glows an eerie purple, hulking, vaguely feline, with a deadly scorpion’s tail poised above its head. Its eyes sear into yours as it bares its fangs. Your heart thunders in your ears. Your bullets only seem to have made it angrier.

You make a split-second decision to trade your gun for the claymore slung over your back. It’s dangerous to shoot in such close-quarters, and since you can’t tell if the injured man behind you is able to make a run for it, your top priority is keeping the monster away from him. You heft the blade in a wide arc just in time to keep razor-sharp claws from raking across your face. A furious roar tears from the Wanderer’s throat as you draw back, but you steel your nerves, landing strike after strike as you search for weak points in its protocore shield.

You manage to keep the Wanderer at bay with a flurry of quick slashes, dodging its tail and teeth in turn, but you know this can’t last forever. The day’s exhaustion is starting to catch up with you, rendering once-fluid motions stiffer and slower. You barely manage to roll away from a massive paw, but your form is a bit off, and your left shoulder takes the brunt of your fall. Stunned, you can’t pull away in time, and the beast’s claws slice through your pants and into the meat of your thigh. You clench your teeth to keep from screaming, adrenaline surging as you kick the Wanderer’s face with all your might.

It staggers back, and you seize the opportunity to run your claymore straight through its neck. With a hiss, the Wanderer dissipates, its fading cry leaving only the sound of the rain and your heavy breaths. For a moment, you lean against your sword, doubled over, chest heaving, warm blood flowing down your leg. Now that you aren’t in immediate danger, your body begins to register how cold you are, how soggy. Your shoulder throbs, the scratches across your thigh sting and you wince as you stand upright.

“You… saved me. Th-Thank you…”

The trembling voice snaps you out of your reverie, and in a moment, you’re back in work-mode. As worn-out as you feel, it’s your job as a Hunter to make the people of Linkon feel at ease. “Don’t worry. You’re safe, now.” You muster a bright smile, and a flush of red colors the man’s cheeks. Your eyes dart to his shoulder wound, and you don’t waste any time fishing disinfectant and bandages from your first-aid kit. “Hold still, okay? This might hurt a bit.”

The man clenches his fists, but he doesn’t cry out, even as you clean him up and bandage his shoulder with efficient, practiced motions. You can feel him staring at you in awe the whole time, but you don’t mind it. He’s probably still in shock. “You were amazing. I thought I was going to die, but you… were so brave. Like a warrior-goddess.”

You glance up at him after tugging at the final knot, keeping your tone light and airy in spite of the jab of discomfort in your chest. “Just doing my job. Let’s get you to the hospital, yeah?”

You move to let him lean on you for support, but the man takes your hands instead. “Please, let me repay you somehow. I could buy you dinner—”

“If you want to repay me,” your smile doesn’t falter, but you gently pull your hands away, readjusting so he can lean on you, “stay safe and healthy. That will be enough.”

~~~

You intended to drop off the civilian at Akso and head straight back to meet Rafayel, but Zayne happens to catch sight of you in the waiting area and immediately insists that you at least get patched up before you leave.

“It’s not that big a deal, Dr. Zayne, you don’t need to—” you start to grumble, but Zayne’s hazel eyes bore into you with such intensity, and you notice little crystals of ice forming along the edges of his clipboard. Reluctantly, you take a seat on the examination table. “I mean… sure.”

“That’s what I thought.” The doctor lets out a long-suffering sigh. The smell of disinfectant prickles your nose as he tends to your leg. “Now, Miss Hunter, I notice that you treated that civilian’s wounds, but neglected your own. Why?”

You look away, sheepish. “I was running low on supplies. Today’s meta-flux was unusually high, so I’ve been running around all day.”

Zayne’s frown only deepens with this information. “Did you not think to let another team member handle it? Or, perhaps, to call for help if you were injured, instead of dragging yourself all the way here and aggravating your wounds further?”

You bite your bottom lip, eyes falling to your lap. “I’m sorry, Dr. Zayne.”

“I don’t want apologies.” Zayne closes the first-aid kit’s lid loudly. He brings a hand to your shoulder (the uninjured one, luckily) and waits for you to meet his gaze. “I want you to value your life. Please, be more careful. If anything happened to you, I…” He lets the end of his sentence die, and in the heavy silence that follows, you swallow the lump forming in your throat.

“I promise I’ll be more careful.”

Zayne doesn’t smile, but his expression softens. “Based on previous evidence, I don’t know if I should believe you, but I’ll take you at your word this time.”

You chuckle, glancing down at your watch: 7:00 p.m. Shit. You were supposed to meet Rafayel an hour ago.

You rush to his studio as fast as you can. The rain has slowed to a drizzle, but the streets are slick, and you’d rather not end up hurt again. The gate is unlocked as usual, and light seeps through the windows. Your phone died earlier in the day, so you have no way of knowing if he remembers you had plans. Your stomach clenches as you ease open the door. Maybe I got lucky and he was hyperfocused on a painting again?

The flicker of hope in your chest is snuffed out when you cross the threshold and catch sight of Rafayel, not perched at his easel, but sprawled out languidly on the couch. His long limbs are draped haphazardly, his head turned aside in prime sulking position. His phone has been tossed to the floor, and he doesn’t acknowledge you at all, even though you’re sure he heard the door close.

You take a deep breath. “Rafayel, I—”

“Still remember my name, I see. That’s a shocker.”

“Listen, I’m sorry.” You kick off your shoes, belatedly realizing that you forgot the chicken, the whole reason for your visit. “I kinda rushed over here. I was—”

“Yeah, yeah. Killing Wanderers, saving Linkon City. You know, you could’ve texted me. The news kept reporting on the severity of the attacks, for all I knew you could have—” Suddenly, Rafayel sniffs the air. He sits up abruptly, and when he catches sight of you, his sour expression morphs into a mask of worry. “What happened to you?”

“I-I’m okay!” You force a grin, but he’s already at your side, his eyes sweeping over your torn and dirtied clothes, your dripping hair, your freshly-applied bandages. “I just got a little careless in my last fight, that’s all.”

“You… How reckless. Aren’t I supposed to be the irresponsible one here?” Rafayel’s hand drifts to your hair, brushing a damp strand from your forehead. Then, feeling how warm your skin is, his palm lingers, checking your temperature.

“Wow, you’re self-aware now?” You let out a giggle, and Rafayel flicks your forehead with a frown. “What, do I feel feverish?”

“No idea.” He huffs, his hand running absently through his hair. “But you should hop in the shower and warm up anyway. Hold on, I’ll find you a towel and some dry clothes.”

“Really? I don’t want to impo—achoo!” You double over, barely managing to sneeze into your elbow. Rafayel lightly steers you toward the bathroom.

“Just accept my generous hospitality, okay, Miss Bodyguard? Turn the faucet toward the wall for cool water, and away from the wall for hot, got it?”

With no room to complain, you wash up gingerly, careful to avoid your gashes and to be gentle with your bruised skin. The hot water is a relief to your cold, clammy body, and you take your time, luxuriating in the familiar smell of Rafayel’s soap. It’s a gentle scent, subtly sweet and salty like an ocean breeze.

Rafayel has left a plush towel, sweatpants and a t-shirt folded on the sink, as well as a pair of fluffy socks. You smile gently at the care he clearly took in selecting everything. Naturally, his clothes are baggy on you, but feel comfortable and safe swathed in the soft fabric.

When you re-enter the studio, Rafayel is perched on the couch, arranging a spread of fried chicken and various sides on the coffee table. “You’re just in time, food’s here.” He smiles at you, and you don’t miss how his eyes linger a bit on the stretched-out collar of the t-shirt before he catches himself and hurriedly glances away, a flush of red blooming on his cheeks. “Dig in.”

“I really am sorry I couldn’t bring this stuff myself,” you plop down, swiping a pair of disposable chopsticks.

“How will you make it up to me?” Rafayel cocks his head cutely, batting his eyelashes.

“Hmmm. Open up,” you pick up the most succulent-looking piece of chicken and hold it toward Rafayel. He gratefully leans toward you to accept it, taking a dainty little bite. His eyes sparkle with approval and he takes the rest from your chopsticks, swiping a thumb over his lips after he’s done. You find yourself spacing out a bit, focused only on how soft and shiny they look.

“Your turn,” Rafayel grins, holding up a bite for you.

“I, uh…” Truthfully, you’ve never been one to let other people feed you. You couldn’t say why, but it usually strikes you as a bit awkward, if not cringey. But Rafayel is looking at you so expectantly, so cutely, even, that your hesitation melts away. You lean in and take the chicken, only realizing how hungry you were as the juicy meat and the crunchy, savory skin seem to melt in your mouth. You eagerly take a second piece for yourself, munching happily. Then another.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Rafayel chuckles as he watches you eat.

“Stop staring,” you complain, turning away from his probing gaze.

“You can’t say that. What if my artist’s eyes are gathering new inspiration? Do you want to be the reason my dreams die?”

“Oh, no! Rest in peace, Rafayel’s chicken-themed painting. We barely new ye, but your premature loss shall forever remain a wound on our hearts. Rafayel, will you say any words in remembrance?”

Rafayel clears his throat. “I’ll only say that the Painting That Never Was represents one of the most harrowing tragedies in this world—a love unfulfilled. I may never again feel such a spark as I did watching my bodyguard enjoying her chicken. It’s a regret I’ll take to my watery grave—”

“Alright, enough of that.” You lightly shove at his shoulder, and Rafayel giggles.

You fall into comfortable chatter as you both enjoy your food and fill your stomachs. Outside, the rain has picked up again. It isn’t long before exhaustion crashes over you, eyelids heavy, breaths slowing and deepening as you lean against Rafayel’s shoulder.

I should probably go home, you decide, but you aren’t even sure if you said it aloud or it’s just a thought surfacing in your sleep-addled brain. I don’t want to impose.

“Sleep, now. You’ve worked hard today.”

Who’s that? Sounds familiar. You can’t really tell, but the voice warms you up like ginger tea as cool fingers glide across your cheek. You nuzzle closer on instinct, letting out a contented sigh. I guess it’s fine.

Once he’s sure you’re asleep, Rafayel’s mischievous mask fades. His expression is solemn, almost dour, as he gathers you in his arms and takes you to his bed. He’s extra-careful as he tucks you in, arranging the pillows and comforter gently and accounting for your injuries. When you are safe and snug, he lets out a long breath, shoulders slumping. He kneels next to the bedside and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to get a grip on the emotions roiling in his chest.

It's her job to hunt Wanderers. She can take care of herself. She’s strong, fast, intelligent. She’s not going anywhere this time. Still, she could call me if she’s in trouble…

He raises his head, lets his gaze linger on your peaceful expression as you sleep. Your lips are parted slightly, hair mussed. You look and act exactly as he knew you. Smell the same, too. He knows that you don’t remember anything from back then. To you, he’s just some eccentric weirdo who started clinging to you not long after your first meeting. Part of him hates how selfish he is, daring to get close to you instead of simply protecting you from afar. Rafayel is a wanted man—you would probably be safer if he kept his distance. But he can’t help it. Maybe, it’s his Lemurian sense of loyalty. Or maybe, to his core, he’s always been a selfish being. A being who would damn the whole ocean for the love of a single human girl.

Ping.

Rafayel’s eyes dart to the phone he left in the living room. His stomach wrenches when he reads the notification. It’s from a man known as Sparrow, a contact from The Nest.

Sparrow: We have a tug on the line.

Rafayel: Which bait?

Sparrow: Your little Deepspace Hunter.

Rafayel’s blood goes ice-cold. His eyes drift to the window, as if whoever is currently after you might be lurking outside, huddled to escape the driving rain. He flinches as another notification sounds.

Sparrow: We actually have a few interested parties. Her name keeps appearing along with mentions of the Aether Core.

Rafayel: Don’t waste my time. I need names.

Sparrow: Can do. For a price.

Rafayel: Name it. Just come out with it.

There’s a long silence, and Rafayel curses under his breath. Maybe he showed his desperation too plainly. A rookie mistake. But, then—

Sparrow: Alright. We can get into the gritty details later, but there are three names that come up time and again.

Sparrow: Xander Sciences, the Ever Group, and Onychinus.

#lads fanfic #lads rafayel #lads mc #rafayel #rafayel x mc #rafayel x you #rafayel x y/n #romance #eventual smut #pining #myth spoilers

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valscodblog · 4 months ago

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So-I s'pose ye'll be needin' this.

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Call of Duty: Ghosts (Keegan <3)

Hazbin Hotel (so random compared to my other fandoms)

Baulder's Gate Three (I dont remember how to spell it-)

Resident Evil

The Witcher (I blame my father for getting me into this)

Dead By Daylight (Is that a fandom? If not-let's make it one)

DC/MARVEL Comics and some of the movies.

Uncharted (i swear-the first game i played i nearly died bc OMG "God Girl" AHHHH! Nathan Drake the man you are, Nathan Drake.)

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cxhleel108 · 8 months ago

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LITG S8 Thots for this week: I love winning!

(Fusebox hasn’t proven me wrong often…damn near at all, but oh do I love when they do!)

• Ok but his body kinda tea I’ll give him that.

• Also do I spy a Libra tattoo??? LIBRA GANG STAND TF UP!!!♎️♎️♎️

• Luna really just want every man in here except her own like damn bitch just give Jin to me since you so open to change😭😭😭

• The spat being us disagreeing on one thing for maybe 30 seconds and then Oakley immediately apologizing to and worshipping me like ok girl, sure.

• Keep trying all y’all want I’m not turning on my man😑😑😑

• We not doing this again uh uh.

• But also…HOW DO WE GET OAKLEY IN THESE??? QUICKLY!

• The fact I was finna deny speaking to Hari and then he brings up that he has intel on my man ugh they know how weak I am help💔

• The intel in question being that he was gonna ask us to go exclusive. WOW! WHAT A SHOCKER!

• Theo what I have to say to you couldn’t take any more than 5 seconds. Stop wasting my time PLEASE!

• Oh yes I love when a man acts “playerfully”…

• It was so obvious that the letter was from our partner can we stop being fucking dumb?

• We didn’t emote enough after reading that letter. I needed my bitch to break out into tears while screaming or something!

• They are arguing over the letter omfggg the day that this villa knows peace, pigs will be flying.

• I busted out laughing at this cuz some of y’all were theorizing that Bea was his sister. Do you know how funny that would’ve been if she was😭

• Oh for christ’s sake can Luna shut the fuck UP? I’m so tired of her getting pressed at Jin being flirty with other bitches as if she don’t do the same exact shit. Ho mad cuz he says Bea might be hot but was just begging Hari to give her pussy a taper fade haircut, girl byeeeee!

• Theo finally manned up and admitted he wants me. Woohoo! Can we move on?

• Outfit time!

• Ngl I thought this was gonna look a whole lot more stupid but thankfully it doesn’t. Now as to why they made accompanying shoes that we couldn’t even put on is beyond me.

• Jin stfu😭😭😭

• IGNORE WHAT HARI AND I ARE DOING BAE IS BACK AAAAHHHHHH😝😝😝

• Yes use the good punani powers to distract him sis exactly!

• I’m seriously so glad I didn’t have to wait 20 episodes to see my bookie bear again like y’all don’t understandddd.

• He just got back and he already being messy helpskdmsmasnd.

• I know they ain’t actually shocked that I dropped the rope during tug of war…I already told y’all I am a one dick woman!

• Figures that Bea is the one that’s actually with my man, yet Luna is the one that’s making me wanna smack the shit outta her.

• Outfit time again!

• Say what you want but they are definitely killing the outfit game this season. Another bad bitch fit!

• The fact we can just tell Hari to shut the hell up so we can listen to the other date awww he really shoulda chose another girl to go after.

• Ok I fucks with you Bea! We love real bitches here💯💯💯

• And the fact Oakley recognizes that we would NEVER play those games oh when I tell you we fucking him real good tonight!

• God why am I so evil😭😭😭

• We actually get a private moment and they didn’t hoodwink us this time omg can we get fed like this more often?

• Oooooo wait clock his tea bae! Cuz that actually don’t make no fucking sense like how you out of practice for 2 years and suddenly you pulling out romantic ass stories just cuz you meet one bad bitch on Love Island?

• Oh lord someone duct tape Luna mouth shut before she start another yap fest.

• To clarify, when I say “you both” I’m referring to Oakley and his donk. Sorry Hari!

• Mind you the stuff that’s supposedly gonna change my mind about him is finna be some shit like “Instead of buying you a box of chocolates, he said he was gonna get you a giant teddy bear and a bouquet of roses and carnations.” Like can y’all cut this shit out it do not be gagging us anymore😕

• Because of course as soon as y’all bring me my baby daddy back you take him away again…

• Welp, loyal girlies I guess it’s time for us to suffer for another 2+ weeks!

#oh well a win is a win #my man is back #that’s all i care about #litg #love island the game #litg tempting fate #litg season 8 #litg s8

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lipglossanon · 1 year ago

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So hear me out! What about like a cougar next door neighbor reader and young Leon? 🤣 Like maybe she's divorced or a widow or something and Leon is like just starting college, maybe 20 or 21 and he's just head over heels for the beautiful older woman next door! He always offers to help her take care of the lawn or shovel snow and then she invites him in for lemonade or something but then like one day...things get a little friskier! Maybe she pinches his butt, maybe he brushes a hand on her hip... Before they know it, they're horizonal on the plush rug in front of the fireplace. Leon is trying his hardest to keep from bursting too soon cause this older lady *really* knows what she's doing 😉. She sucks his dick *just right* and knows exactly where to rub her tongue. She can prolly deep throat like a fucking pro, too! And he's begging her to slow down so he can still fuck her later. Maybe he gets a little stage fright too before he eats her out. Like she was so good at oral and he really wants to step up his game. But he listens to her direction and makes her cum anyway. Then Leon let's out the most unholy sound when he finally gets to slide inside her!

Okay, gonna go run laps now. Byeeeee!! ❤️

🦖 anon

🦖 anon, howdy! 👋

Woweee 😵‍💫 this is a fantastic idea! 🤭

Leon sees the older lady next door as she checks her mail (or whatever, doesn’t matter 😆) and he is like 👀 hooo boy 😮‍💨 I’m in trouble lol

And she thinks he’s so cute from how flustered he gets when she asks him for help or just to chat or anything. He’s always so nervous, face all pink from blushing 🤭

And then eventually when she does put him out of his misery by pushing their flirting to the next level, Leon is gone

She blows his mind (in more ways that one 😉). He’s had sex and he knows stuff (he’s a guy and there’s free porn on the internet lmao) but just being with a woman who knows what she likes and can show him things about himself that maybe he hasn’t thought of yet?

It is next level horniness for this guy 🤭 he gets one little taste and then he’s following her around like a puppy dog 🤭

And of course she’s more than willing to invite him over for some alone time 😉 😉

#ask box #🦖 anon #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #neighbor!leon s kennedy

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kolour-me-kourt · 5 months ago

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Chapter Two💋:Cumming with reckless thoughts

It had only been a week since he left her alone. He dropped her without turning back. When he walked out of her condo that was the last time she saw him in person. She had thought about reaching out or maybe even pulling up to a game just to see if he was really gonna leave her alone.

The worst part about nobody knowing anything is she couldn't talk to her friends about it. She was currently at a restaurant eating lunch by herself and catching up with work. She had a meeting soon and wanted to be prepared for anything they can throw at her. When a text scrolled by on her phone

Don't be mad at me but I got you a date tonight

Trinity texted her she instantly laughed And called her

Heyyy girl I thought you were at work and You wouldn't see it until later

Nahhh I'm on lunch you got caught now who you set me up with?

Nobody bad it doesn't even have to go anywhere but my man has a friend in town from work anddddd I think you should see him like you might really like him

What he look like?

I haven't seen him Fr but from what I've heard he's right up your alley

Okay just for you Trin what time we meeting

We're gonna go to Cheesecake Factory at seven is that enough time for you?

Yeah that's enough time how we dressing like should I dress for a date?

I mean you can dress for dinner just something cute doesn't have to be over the top

You know I don't know what that mean cause my basic still be extra for you

Yeah you right you can do a dress though

Okay boo I gotta go I'll see you later

Byeeeee

This might be exactly what she needed a distraction who knows this could be her husband or the worst person she ever meets who knows. All she knew for certain was she wouldn't be thinking about Melo who was clearly not thinking about her. Finally it was a little after seven and she had just pulled up to the restaurant

She drove around the parking lot looking for a good spot and looking for Trinity or her mans car after two minutes she gave up walking towards the restaurant.

I'm on my way inside... y'all here? Yeah I'm coming up to get you

It only took three seconds and trinity was at the door "you look good we're back here in a booth" "you look good too trin.... So what's he like?" "Still seems decent I think you'll like him." Finally they got to the booth and YN was amazed he was tall around 6'1 or 6'2 brown skin pretty smile. "Hiiiii everyone" YN says approaching the table "you can sit beside me" she smirked "I don't think we've met my name is YN" "hi YN I'm Lorenzo" "mmmm Lorenzo" she finally sits "why you say it like that?" He smiled "Lorenzo is a nice name I like that name" "a lot of people call me Zo" "so I can call you Lorenz" "you like to be different?" "always" she looked up at her friend who was smiling brightly clearly glad that she got it right.

The night went on and just as the deserts came out YN had a smell go across her noise that felt familiar. Causing her to look around and there she was .... Melos girlfriend. She knew that scent because it was always on his clothes when he came over. She waved at YN so YN put her hand up waving too turning back to the table.

"Who's that?" Trin asked "remember the birthday dinner I went to last week? She was there." "She looks familiar" "might've been in some of the photos" "nah that's Lamelo balls girlfriend" Lorenzo said looking back again and then he catches himself staring YN laughs "yeah that's her" "damn you most have some clout you just have dinner with Lamelo balls girl" YN shrugs "if you only refer to her as somebody else's something does she have clout?" "Good question" trins boyfriend said "points were made" trin said laughing "but yeah anyway" YN says smiling "so you never met Melo?" Lorenzo asks looking YN deep in her eyes "he came with her to the birthday dinner" "you ain't get no picture that's wilddddd" "nah I think he was there to support his girl so nah I didn't ask for a picture" "I was shocked too cause I know you love that man" trin says YN playfully rolled her eyes "boundaries though I can't be looking at that man in real life especially when his girl right there" "so you watch basketball? Or you just watch him?" Lorenzo says YN eyes got wide "I watch a lot of teams thank you sir" "oh just checking" the waitress came over asking if anyone needed anything else .

Trins boyfriend asked for the check and Lorenzo quickly joined in and said it's split two ways. YN glanced at him "you paying for my meal?" "I mean you were technically my date tonight and I did enjoy you so yeah I'll pay for your meal" "mmmm thank you Lorenz" trin rolled her eyes at her friend being extra.

Soon the check came and they paid everyone left a tip and then started to get up walking to the door. YN had to walk right pass her to get to the door. So she did so with a smile. "You look so beautiful YN I guess once you see somebody once you start seeing them everywhere" "you guys can wait for me outside" YN said to her group turning back to her. "Yeah. I have heard that.... you look nice too I hope you have a good night" YN says trying to walk off "who where you with?" "Oh a long term friend her man and his friend" "oooou so a double date?" why is this girl fishing for information "Yeah something like that" her phone started to ring and of course it was Melo "well I'll let you get back to dinner" "wait Melos calling I'm sure he wants to say hey" now why on earth would she say that.

Soon she answered the phone and the man looked like he had truly been sculpted by God himself each sweaty ab above the phone sent shivers down her spine immediately. "Look who I ran into bae" YN squatted with her knees together "hey Lamelo" his eyes got wide for a second "hey.... YN right?" "Boy you remember her name" his girlfriend said slightly aggressively that had YN thinking he had been talking about her "I had you confused with your friends ... the names it was a lot that night but yeah hey YN" "hey and byeee you guys I really gotta head out" "okay see you around" "see you around" as YN walked off she felt her eyes on her ass could it be possible that she also wanted to fuck her? Lamelo and his girl had the same taste now that's wild she smirked if she didn't get a text tonight he was really done.

"My bad guys I'm here" "where did you park?" Lorenzo said "ummm over there toward the middle" "alright let me walk you" "okay well bye guys thanks for inviting me out I needed that" she gave trin a hug and YN and Lorenzo walked towards her car "So trin must've told you I don't go out much even though I been out like crazy lately" "she said you enjoy time in your home more than a club" "yesss but I'm always down for dinner.... This me right here"

"Okay not what I was expecting" he said "you expecting something a little more girly right?" "Yeah I definitely did" "this jeep spoke to me when I saw it on the delearship lot I had to get her." He opens her door "ummm well can I get your number? And we can do a date Fr next time?" "Yeah I would love to hand me your phone" she types her number in handing it to him and he texts her immediately and that's when she saw trin and Melo had been texting her

Text when you get home ... I think he likes you a lot you should go out again

You were out with somebody. You had a Nigga and ain't tell me

YN looked into Lorenzo eyes "I got it" "oh well okay I'll see you later" she hops in her car "yes you definitely will byeee" "bye YN" "drive safe" she says to him before closing her door "you too!" he walks away she sighed turning her car on she locked the doors and texted trin back Yeah he asked me out again and I'll definitely go out with him he seemed cool

Okay bet let me tell bae 😂😂

I'll text again once I get in the house boo

Trin liked the message

YN choose her playlist and then headed towards her house. Once she got home she saw the slime colored Lamborghini that just look too familiar.

She shook her head getting out of her car and locking the doors going straight to the car that was on she pulled on the passenger door glancing in first and then getting in the car.

"What" she said sternly "you had a Nigga this whole time and didn't tell me I had to hear that from my girl? You think that make sense? If I say that's my pussy then it's mine it don't go to no other nigga" "don't you gotta bitch? Worry about her pussy not mine" "why you ain't tell me?" He slightly raises his voice "Cause I'm fuckin single Lamelo don't assume shit when you don't know" Yn found it funny how they could sit there and have a full conversation about her as if his girlfriend knew her. Melo isn't entitled to know anything about YN if it isn't sexual and that's just how she feels. If she had a man why tf would he care he had a whole bitch.

"my girl said you was cuddled up with the Nigga" "damn did she come to the restaurant to stalk me wtf" "who was he if he ain't your Nigga" "what's the different between me having a man and you having a girl" "you know about my girl I ain't know about your Nigga" "I just told you I was single cut it out" "if you went to a restaurant with a nigga and you was all under him you at least dating weather that's your man or not"

"I thought you was done.... Don't ask me nothing else unless you coming up to fuck me" he smiled "who else touch it?" "Nobody I swear" she almost whined she upset herself that he had her like that. But she hadn't found anybody ever that had hit the spots that Melo had or anybody who could make her cum like clockwork of course she missed that dick it's the only way she gets to cum "you missed me?" She rolled her eyes "you asking questions again ... so that mean you coming up right?" He sighed "alright I'm gone leave me alone" she takes that sigh as her answer getting out of the car he tried to reach for her but she moved too fast shutting the door walking to her condo.

He never moved but started to blow up her phone. "What do you want?" "You want me to come up then I'll come up" "you know I do I shouldn't have to ask you multiple times" she heard the car turn off. "Yeah ... I need you to stop talking to me like you crazy big ass cry baby " "I couldn't talk to you crazy if your dick was in my mouth" he hangs up and five minutes later he was at her door she smiled pulling him in quickly.

"We shouldn't be going back and forth when this is a fuck buddy situation if you wanna argue talk to your bitch" "anything else you need to say?" "Is this the last time you're fuckin me?" "Yeah" "well we will just see about that come here" she pulled him towards her aggressively. He licked his lips walking up to her. "Don't play me like you did last week" she started to take his clothes off and then her own. "How I play you" "left me in the floor wanting more... that fucked with me a little bit" "you knew I was coming back" he lifts her up causing her to moan

"how was I supposed to know" he lays her down on the bed kissing down her body. "After five months I wouldn't leave you like that but you needed to learn a lesson" she felt his fingers go inside of her as he lips got closer to her center but he was skipping it intentionally. "And what lesson is that?" "Don't argue with me that's supposed to be the last thing that we doing .... Spread your legs" she listened to him immediately "but I wasn't arguing I should be able to set boundaries" he kissed her clit and it was at that very moment she knew she wouldn't be having this conversation for much longer.

"Your pussy in my face what boundaries you need?" He kissed her clit and started to lick her slowly making out with her as she moaned he paused for a second "answer me...." He glanced at her "no public stuff I don't wanna get caught that's all I was saying" "you ain't say it like that though" she brought her leg closer to her face so he could really hit the spot she needed him to hit. She was dripping down his chin "fuckkkkkkk" his fingers started to actually move making her feel even better he grabbed her hips pulling her closer ... yeah this conversation was over. His phone started to ring she whined.

"I'm not gon get it you can calm down ....it's all about you right now" she smiled well that just made her feel hella special "thank you" she said breathlessly his mouth created a suction on her pussy causing her to completely lose it "ahhhhhhh" her hand came down to push his head so he held her hand. "Ohhhh I'm gonna cum .... Fuckkk 😭😭😭😭" he groaned as she started to lose herself on his tongue when she calmed down he kissed up her body "you taste so damn good" he kisses her hard sliding inside of her making her gasp and tap his shoulders. "Oh my ... ughhhh fuckkkkk" "hmmmm you feel so good on this dick ... you missed me huh?" "Ahhhh yessss I missed this dick" she smiled he laughed a little as his hand grabbed her throat.

As time went on his strokes became more powerful. "Better not have nobody else in my shit ... you hear me?" "Yesssss" her body started shaking again "you gon cum on this dick ain't you" his phone starts ringing again "if I answer you gon stay quiet?" "Yesss just don't stop pleaseeeee" he reached on her night stand picking his phone never stoping his strokes she put the pillow over her face just in case she got loud. She was glad she did when she felt his thumb on her clit cause she almost lost it.

"I'm out with jj looking at some shit........yeah I thought I would beat you home too my bad...... I don't know We might go to the gym after so it could be 3 hours ..... ight yeah I'll let you know .... Love you too bye" he makes sure he hangs up the phone putting it back on the nightstand. "You so fuckin creamy I know you just came" YN moves the pillow "we're so bad we're terrible" she moaned he rolled his eyes

"want me to stop?" "Noooo" "thought so .... Shut that shit up" he kisses her as her legs started to shake again. She couldn't continue to engage in the kiss "I'm cumminggggg" "mmmm this my pussy?" "Yessssss all yours" "you sure?" "Yesss" "you promise" she moans biting his shoulder as she releases his hand wrapped around her neck "answer me" she gasped "yesss I promiseeee" he kisses her again deeply as his hips begin to get sluggish and he releases she finally exhaled when he pulled out getting up immediately to throw his condom away. She bit her lip watching him swing.

"What you looking at?" "You" he smirked "why?" "Cause I can" she laughed he came over her hitting her thigh "if you want more just say that" " I want more" "give me ten minutes" she laughed "you really going to the gym after?" "Nah but let me text jj and let him know I'm with him" YN laughed he picked up the phone texting and then siting it back down

"Okay so we good now" she licked her lips standing up "so you told her three hours... do I get all three?" "You get as much time as you need" "good .... Cause I want to take my time" she gets on her knees licking him slowly "mmm You always taste so good" his head involuntarily fell backwards when he felt her mouth. "You still sensitive?"She asks genuinely "don't talk to me like I'm no bitch" she laughed grabbing his dick "sorry" she licks the bottom of his dick slowly going to the tip sucking softly he grabs her hair moving his hips causing her to gag. The more she got into it the more it got sloppy. "Fuckkk" "Damn you look good" she removes her mouth stroking still "Fuck I'm so wet" she moans "don't stop" he moves her mouth back on him hitting the back of her throat.

"Stay right there" His voice elevated as he continued to groan She squeezed her legs tightly he pulled his dick out of her mouth hitting her in the face with it multiple times as she moaned "you so fuckin nastyyyyyy" he groaned she smiled "nasty only for you" he helps her up before they walk to the bed he pulls her back by her hair so her back is up against him. He sticks his fingers in her slowly as his arm goes across her neck locking her in place.

"Mmmmm cum for me like this... think you can?" She nodded her head "look at me and use your words when I'm talking to you .... You understand me?" "Yes Lamelo"she moaned he smiled her eyes rolled in the back of her head his fingers continued to rub her clit "you not looking at me I might have to stop" "nooooo" her eyes opened slowly hooded with pleasure "no what?" "I don't—— ooou pleaseeeeee don't stop" "mmmmm you close?" "Yessss so freakin.... Mmmmm" and just as she almost lost it he stop all his movements.

"Lamelo no .... I'm so... ughhhh no" she said sternly "you mad at me?" He started walking her towards the bed "why would you do that!!!" He pushes her on the bed "put your ass in the air for me" she listens "I shouldn't have when you just ahhhhhh" he grabs her hair "stop playing with me little girl" he slides in her deeply "I'm not playing" he kept a good grip on her as she threw it back matching his strokes "I thought I told you watch your mouth when you talking to me" his other hand came around rubbing her clit again making her melt into the mattress "I'm soooo sorry sir" he had control again and he loved it he spanks her ass

"You sure?" He pulls her closer "oh gosh I'm so close" she says softly as her voice breaks. "Nah I don't think I'm gonna make you cum again " "nooo Melo please" "you never listen and your mouth is reckless why should you get to cum" she tried to find the energy to say something but she was just too close "please" is the only word she could say he stopped his movements making her gasp "oh my goshhhhhh" she whined he pulls out flipping her over again as her legs shook he stared in her eyes teasing her more. She reaches down stroking his dick as they kept eye contact "Melo please it's not fair" "hmmm but what about what I said?" "I'll watch my mouth" she didn't even believe herself but she would say anything right now just to get him to make her cum. His tip slides in and he stops she bits her lip

"What else you gon do?" "What else do you want Lamelo .... Please" he slides deeply inside causing her eyes to close he can feel her gripping him more than usual she had to be super close it made him smile. "From you? I want you to look me in my eyes" her fluttered open and he smirked using this time to start moving his hips slowly. He kept a good hold on her hips ensuring she wasn't going anywhere her hand came in between them pushing on his thigh. "How you beg for me ..... and you whine and now you can't take me? That don't sound right.... Does it?" "I can..." "stand on that" she moved her hand up to her face sucking on her fingers he felt her get even tighter waiting to see if she was gonna do the right thing and ask....

"Can I cum?" She pleaded her voice was completely gone but sounded so sexy to him "yes cum for me" "yes yes yes yesssssss" all she could do is moan yes as she finally releases he stares in her eyes and for the very time he felt something more for her not love no.... Possession if any other man made her feel this way he wouldn't know how to feel.

"I made you cum what you say?" "Thank you Lamelo thank youuuu" he pins her arms down "I still gotta cum" "yesss please" "please what? You want me to cum?" "Yessss" "mmmm where you want me to cum?" "On my stomach" "mmmm okay that's interesting" sooner than later he pulls out taking off the condom and stroking on her stomach and finally he let go. She smiled taking a finger to scoop some up putting it in her mouth.

"Can you get me a baby wipe out that drawer?" She says point with her foot "nah wipe it in use it as some lotion" he joked grabbing a wipe and then wiping it for her when he was done she sat up. He looked exhausted she smirked "I know you don't wanna go again?" He sounded nervous She laughed "no I'm good I just have a couple of questions" "yeah?" "What made you stop me from cuming so many times" "I knew you would like it .... What else" "well after all that... you still think this is the last time? If somebody could see us fuck we both would be mvp" he started to get dressed

"you right and nah it's not the last time cause you gon work on your mouth right?" "Yes Sir...." "Good cause that reckless talking not gon get you far fuckin with me you understand me?" "Yes daddy" "ight I gotta go" "okay" "I'll text you when I need you again" "okay sounds good let yourself out" "oh yeah....and ole boy from the restaurant get rid of him" "but Melo that's not fair" "life not fair don't be dating that pussy mine and when people date they fuck" "okay fine..." She rolled her eyes "don't let me hear nothing crazy" "bye Lamelo" she says aggressively"what I say about reckless talking?" "sorry .... I'll get it done " "ight bet I'll see you later" "byeeee" she says in a sing songy tone once her door was shut she mumbled "asshole"

*the following week*

Since the 3 hour rendezvous his girlfriend had been on him like white on rice. She was at every game home and away she went to the gym with him they ate their meals together. It had YN a little jealous. Not because they were spending so much time together but because she had no one to spend that time with it. She had told Lorenzo that she was at a difficult place in life and really shouldn't be dating which he completely understood and respectfully he left her alone.

It wasn't a lie being a nba players sidekick was a difficult spot that she hadn't seen herself in before and he had completely taking ownership of her pussy. When Lamelo came up at dinner she could tell Lorenzo like him to some degree. She couldn't imagine fucking Lamelo while being Lorenzo's girlfriend and everytime Melo had a game Lorenzo would be somewhere watching her other man.... It all seemed a little too ridiculous.

However YN conversations with Lorenzo left Trin confused at the situation cause she could tell they really like each other so she knew something was going on with her friend that she wasn't talking about. YN debated texted Lorenzo just out of pure curiosity like what if he was her next long term relationship and she's leaving him alone for a fuck buddy.... Who's in a relationship it's twisted and she didn't like that her mind was making sound decisions but Melos dick made her act different.

I'll be in Chicago on Friday .... Alone I already booked your ticket check your email

And just like that nothing else mattered anymore. She was gonna see him and that's all that matters.

Okay just make sure you're really alone cause I'm coming to Chicago regardless

That mouth gon get you In trouble

Chill on me I haven't seen you

Oh okay you get a pass and my bad I know you was going through a dry spell over there

Yeah like... you're my only supplier and then it's long breaks in between .... I don't like that..... but I'm the only one going through a dry spell? Not you too?

Well we can talk about all that in Chicago see you Friday

Ttyl💕💕

She didn't wanna press him but if he's fucking his girl why couldn't she also be having sex like 🧐 that isn't sitting right with her.

But also he was being flexible. She wonders did he tell her no bitch you can't come with me or if he said something about needing his own time she even wondered if his girl knew cause why did she become that clingy seemingly out of the blue. She was in every picture at every location.

But whatever? Chicago would be strictly about the game and YN so she was gonna live it up. She had contemplated living him high and dry because she made herself too available anytime he called she was there. However tonight .... Was a night strictly for work.

*Chicago time*

She got to Chicago a little after three o clock immediately checking into her hotel room. By three thirty he was asking where she was. She didn't respond because she was working out and by the time she got up to the room it has slipped her mind until he called her. "Hello?" "Um yeah did you get my message?" "No what did it say?" He rolled his eyes "where you at?" "Just left the gym going to the room now" "hmmmm okay" he hangs up "well damn then" she unlocks the door and then suddenly it all made since he was in the room smiling ear to ear.

"I was trying to see if you was gon lie" "about not being in the room?" "Yeah gotta keep you on your toes" she playfully rolled her eyes. "You out did yourself with this one it's nice and Nobu is right in the hotel you know we can order it up to the room .... Like we don't have to sit down there" "you telling me you wanna eat with me?" "I was just complimenting you .... It's a good hotel" he smiled "okay" "you mind if I shower .... And everything before?"

"You can shower I'll still be here it don't seem like you wanna have sex today so we won't" "that's allowed? I mean—" she knew what she was trying to say she just didn't know how to say it "even though you traveled and I paid if you don't wanna have sex then we don't sex it's simple.... Now you shower I'll be here" she smiled "yes sir" that made her wanna fuck him but she went into the shower taking her time to wash.

When she was done she came out in a towel and he was sleep soundly. She smiled he trusted her now and she knew this because he was sleep in her room fully at her disposal. She decided to order some food up to the room so she put on something quick after lotioning her body and when it came she woke him up.

"I'm sure you need to eat I ordered some stuff" she could tell he was still trying to wake up. "How long I was sleep?" "A little over a hour" "my phone ring?" "If it did I didn't hear it." He picks his phone up. "I guess nobody missed me" they went to the table as she put the food out and got him something to drink

"Yo are you good?" She asked cause his energy seemed off HE seemed off. "Why you asking?" "You just seem different like something is wrong with you" "I don't know if that's a conversation you wanna have" "I'm down to try you seem really bothered and it's throwing us off" he contemplated in his head before hesitating again and then finally he said "it's about my girl" "okay I know she exists you can talk about her" "you sure?" "Positive" "she starting to get a little annoying like I had to do so much to get some alone time like she been on me" "ohhhh I figured since we haven't seen eachother or spoken fr" "yeah like idk I be needing space" "so can I ask you a question" "yeah"

"why invite me?" "Wym?" "Why invite me if you needed alone time" "cause I needed to see you too" "but we haven't had sex" "it's not the end of the night and we got tomorrow after the game but if we don't oh well next city" she smiled "I like that energy I don't feel like a prostitute" "I hope you never felt like that Fr" "no I was just playing" "yeah but don't ever feel forced to have sex with me it's not supposed to be a job .... I got you something too btw" "oooou where is it?" He gets up going to hoodie that he had carelessly thrown on the bed reaching in the pocket pulling out a three boxes. Her eyes got wide.

"I'm still trying to figure out what you like so you tell me." He placed the boxes out in front of her. She opened them one by one completely shocked.

"The first one is Cartier the other two are Cuban links ... I figured you would like the two tone" "I love all of them" "what you like the most?" "The two tone you were right" "good cause I got you this too" he reaches in his pants pocket.

"Lamelo!!!!" She hugged him "I guess that means you really like them" "yess how much you spend?" He laughed "it don't matter" she bit her lip a question pops in her head that could ruin the mood but she really wanted a answer "I saw that face what's up?" "These are really nice gifts that's all thank you" he kissed her forehead "we should talk" her heart dropped this is what she was dreading "yeah we should" "you have something to say?" "No but I feel like you do so I wanna listen" he smiled. "I really fucked you good didn't I?" She swallowed hard "you always do" "but now you know how to talk to me" she nodded her head the sexual tension was building he rested his tongue between his teeth smirking

"alright let me focus ....You matter to me ...you're not just somebody to fuck so I want you to know we can chill without fuckin" she nodded her head "so I'm special?" "Yeah you are special very" "good I like that" she sits on his lap. " you can keep all of them if you want...." He kissed her cheeks "well I definitely want too you out did yourself" he sighed "I gotta figure out how to balance this" "balance what" "it's two relationships basically" she stands up "why you get up" he asked quickly "so I can think properly... so like you said we can talk about the sex in your message" "I was hoping you forgot about that" that explains his gifts she thought "well I didn't" "yeah I still have sex with her that's me being honest with you" "but I'm not allowed another sexual partner?" "that's too much going on im protecting everybody" she rolled her eyes she didn't have any desire to fuck anybody else but it's not fair it's quiet for too long so he speaks up

"so what..... now" "it's just not fair it makes sense buts it not fair" She got his point in protecting them because if she started having sex with somebody else too and he was having sex with multiple people and then those multiple people were having sex with multiple people.... Well you see how that can turn nasty and unsafe real quick.

"do you wanna fuck somebody else what's his name" He got very serious it turned her on "I didn't say I did" "its clearly somebody in your head" "nah it's not" "then we can cross that bridge later don't argue with me about fake shit" she walked back over to him "put my jewelry on please" he smiled she sticks her wrist out and he puts on the two Cuban links and then she moved her hair out of the way and he puts on the necklace. "How it look?" "Real good on you" she smiled "thank you Melo"

"so this is a one piece?" He asked messing with her straps she laughed "yeah" "oh okay cause I see something red too" "wanna pull it down and see what's underneath?" He was obsessed with how she said the nastiest shit with the most innocent face. "Yeah .... I wanna see"

"Well take it off I'm not doing all the work for you" he laughed pulling her straps down slowly. Kissing her neck. "You supposed to be my gift" "other people unwrap your gifts?" "Nah" "exactly" she laughed sliding her ensemble on the floor

"You full of surprises tonight" he takes his shirt off licking his lips she grabs his hand walking them over to the bed. "I really did miss you" she sits on the corner of the bed unbuckling his pants. "I might have to keep you waiting if I get all this" she laughed "boy don't play with me" since she was moving so slow he backed away "I'm not playing with you you be playing with me" finally he was naked she stared him up and down she could never get tired of this sight

"you just gon look?" He asked smiling "what you want me to do?" "Take those panties off" she lays down lifting her hips and sliding her panties off she balls them up and throws them at him which made him smile and rush to her pulling her back at the edge the bed. "I just know you wet for me" he slides in a finger and he of course was right. "You know what I wanna do tomorrow" she moaned as his fingers dove deeper. "What you wanna do?" He stared in her eyes ready for her answer "fuck in that bath tub over there.....it's in the room for a reason" she smiled he takes his fingers out of her placing them in her mouth. "I'm too long for that tub.... You can put on a show for me though" he slides my his fingers out of her mouth. Taking her bra off. " mmmm like what" he throws it across the room. "Surprise me" he slides in deeply making her gasp.

"Fuckkkkkk" he groaned "you didn't wear a condom Lamelo" she said quickly not that she cared but like .... "Want me to put one on?" He stops his movements this could be a test but how does she go back to condom dick when he feels so damn good inside of her. "If you don't care I don't care... don't stop" He smiled sliding out and then pushing back in with force. Routing his hips while spreading her legs.

"Your pussy so pretty" she smiled he watched her intensely as she moaned and squeezed herself. He cared about her feeling good he always wanted a good report. He presses down on her stomach and his thumb reaches down to rub her clit she gasps. "Ohhhh you gon make me cum" "yeah? You sure?" "Ughhhhhh" her back arched as she grabs the sheet her legs begin to shake and she releases all over his dick "that's water" he said deeply he let her finish up before he pulled out

"come finish me with your mouth" she listens getting up from her position she gets on her knees in front of him. Just with her juices alone she had enough wetness to stroke his dick comfortably she sucks on his tip gently while using her hand as much as possible. She dribbles spit at the tip and down his shaft making him smile her hair kept getting in the way so he gathered it up in a fake ponytail and let her keep control as she moved her slowly as her hand moved quickly she looked up at him and she knew he was close that's probably the only reason he pulled out she moves her hand letting her mouth do all the work.

"Fuckkkkkkkk" he groaned when she deep throats she pulls off slowly when she gagged. "Come on make me cum" she moaned putting her mouth on him and moving her head back and forth keeping her mouth as wet as possible. "I'm bout to—" he says only to give her some warning "mmmmmmm" she starts to stroke him while her tongue focuses on his tip and finally he explodes in her mouth. She spits it out and lets it dribbled down her face and it was only then he noticed she had been fingering herself this whole time so he roughly picks her up throwing her back on the bed and then he lowered himself so his mouth could make contact with her clit.

She uses her hand wiping her face and then rubbing it on the comforter "Melo you didn't have too" she moans his fingers pushed in her as he sucked her clit "ooooouuuu don't stop don't stop right there pleaseeee" he groaned as he ate her out it caused shivers down her spine and then she came but he didn't stop "Melo Melo!!!!!l" her eyes closed he was gonna take all of her she sat up a little bit so she could really study him "fuckkk I'm cumming ooouu daddy" she bit her finger his hand came up to her throat squeezing tightly.

"Ooooohhhhh" he stared at her with so much hunger "I'm cuming" she said softly and she released he let her finish up and then he moved his hand from around her throat and took his fingers out of her kissing her as she shook he put his fingers in her mouth she sucked softly. "You see how good you fuckin taste and you be wanting me to stop after one nut? Never had nobody taste like you" his fingers gaged her on purpose and then he pulls them out. She laid on the bed completely tired.

"Nobody taste like me?" She says siting up to stare at him he smirks while putting his clothes on "nah nobody I mean that" "mine the best pussy you ever had..." he kissed her "yeah" "and you was trying to leave me alone smh" she laughed he rolled his eyes "you know I gotta go soon and get right for tomorrow" "mhmmm" "so I'll see you after the game tomorrow" "I can't come?" She bit her lip

"it's not like it use to be if my girl notice you at the game I don't wanna have to answer too many questions .... You remember how you were feeling without me? It'll be longer breaks and then when I get you it'll be quick .... Is that worth seeing a game?" She smiled "nah not at all" "I'll transfer you some money go have fun in the city ... eat some pizza" she laughed "okay bye be safe" "you too I'll text you when I'm on my way tomorrow" "okay" he walks out shutting the door

*the next day*

She went to a bar to watch the game and get some work done it had been hella close the whole time but Chicago ended up getting the win due to a foul and making their three pointers. Zo did his court side interview he was completely happy but gave his brother props too. YN felt like this meant the sex would be sad or he might not even come she closed her tab paying for her drinks and tipping the bartender she walked out getting into her Uber heading back to the hotel. It was a older black man who looked completely sweet. She wonders who even told him about Uber. After being in the car for two minutes he begins to speak to her.

"Did you see the bulls game while you were at the bar?" "Yupp they won 101 to 100" "damnnn I bet it was a good game" "it was hella close" "Zo played against the younger brother right" "Yupp" "uh li-li-uhhh liangelo ball that's his name" he snaps his fingers when he felt like he got it right YN couldn't help but laugh hard "nah that's the middle one he played Lamelo which is the youngest" "oh Lamelo I always forget he talented too" "yeah they all are" " I don't know why they daddy came up with them names but he raised them boys so you can't talk to much shit" "yeah you right" "you visiting here?" "Yeah I'm actually leaving tomorrow morning"

"I hope you enjoyed your time I can tell you wasn't from here" YN laughed "how? my accent?" "And you too pretty to be from here" "it's beautiful women here wym" "yeah it's rare though my wife was one of the last ones" he laughed she shook her head "so what brought you here" "business— excuse me for a second " her phone started to ring it was Melo she smiled putting in her airpod "hello?" "That's not the hotel room" "yeah it's not captain obvious I'm on my way back now" he laughed

"where was you at" "at the bar watching the game and doing some work" "oh so you saw it was a good game for me I'm a little mad we ain't take the w" "yeah it was good game though" "well I'm letting you know I'll be there in a hour or less" "okay in gotta surprise for you" "oh word?" "Yeah so use your key I'll see you later bye" "byeeee"

"My bad sir" "no you're fine" he turned on the street where the hotel was stoping right in front of it "thank you have a nice day I tipped in the app" "thank you too" she shuts the door going to the hotel room she takes a shower first and then she pulls the curtains so nobody can see in she lights a few candles and runs water in the tub making it pretty she added a vegan bath bomb that was healthy for 🐱. Then she waited for his text before she got in the water

She made sure to only fill the tub up a little bit so that the water can be running when he came in he texted he was getting on the elevator so she turned the water on. Spreading her legs making sure the water was hitting her clit...... what? If her masterbating right in front of him didn't ensure her some good dick what would when she heard the key click. She moaned

"mmmm well hello to you too" he stood above her watching with so much excitement "I wanted to cheer you up" she moved herself up so that she wasn't right under the water anymore "you couldn't wait on me?" She smiled "figured this was more eye catching" "you right about that .... Don't stop cause I came in" she moved back to her original position and he watched her while not saying anything when the water got high enough she tired off the facet "use your fingers" he said deeply she lifted her hand up inviting him to suck her fingers which he did and then slowly entered her fingers inside of herself

"oooooou I'm so wet" her other hand started to rub him through his pants. "Mmmm I bet you are.... I want you to make yourself cum" she continued to rub him and then she got on her knees still fingering herself "I wanna taste you daddy" she licked her lips he striped bringing his dick to her lips where she kissed him softly. "Only use your mouth .... Don't stop fingering that pussy" her mouth dribbled spit from the base to the tip and she licked him up and down slowly. The look in his eyes was intense.

"Suck it stop playing" she smiled sucking his tip her hand comes out of the tub to stroke his dick he hits her hand "what I say earlier?" She licked her lips placing her hand on her clit rubbing slowly and putting her mouth back on his dick he pulls out of her mouth "tell me what I said" "No hands...." "You understand?" He asked she just stares into his eyes he so damn sexy "yes I understand" she kisses his dick again taking him in her mouth slowly concentrating on taking all of him . Her hand usually does all the work for her. She gags when he goes deep in her throat.

"Mmm do that again" she backs away and then does it again when her phone started to ring. It happened to be right beside the tub on her bathrobe something was telling Lamelo to look down so he did and that's when he saw Lorenzo's name.

"Yo wtf!!!" He raised his voice she shook completely confused and shocked "what?" "I thought you dropped that nigga?" "I did!" She glanced at her phone why was he calling she thought "answer it and prove it" "are you serious you don't trust me?" "Nah not right now" "you know what fuck you" "YN stop trying to change the conversation answer the phone or I'm leaving" "ughhhhhh" she picks up the phone putting it on speaker

"hey what a surprise" YN says "yeah my bad for calling randomly but I wanna know what went wrong we had a good night you even said we can have another good night and then you basically was just like nah.... All this came to my mind cause I just rode by the Cheesecake Factory that place always gon make me think of you now" she couldn't focus because Melos dick was still very much in her face. "It's not you I promise I'm just in a complicated situation right now and I don't wanna involve anybody else in it" "how complicated? Like you dealing with somebody? Or you trying to find yourself you not ready for a relationship what is it"

"I'm kinda in something the lines are very blurry but I'm still very much committed to that man and so I can't in good Conscience pursue anything with you it's wrong to you and it's wrong to him" "okay I get that sorry for bothering you" "it's no problem have a good day" "you too beautiful" she hangs up staring up at Melo "care to apologize?" She smirked at Melo he smiled "why you gotta be so damn irresistible? That nigga on you like that over some dinner" She stands up draining the tub and using him to step out he sits down on the bench

"apologize Melo" "I'm sorry YN I'll trust you from now on ... you gotta understand why something like that would fuck with my head" she sits on the bed right behind him wrapping her legs around his torso. "You're forgiven but don't yell at me like that again" "my bad .... I got hot" "Mhm I know .... All my hard work went down the drain with my bath water" he stands up and turns around pushing her down on the bed "it doesn't have to...."

"Chicago don't owe me a thinggg"

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