#do you know how fucking hard it is not get corrupted in this uni and become one of those assholes that have done things unimaginable

[iftitah]

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[hoodzgyal]

the corruption kink would be STRONG in a roy/jay threesome

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑.

#DESCRIPTION: the one where jason and roy make it their mission to ruin their longtime bestie, the local good girl at uni. mdni.

#NOTES: this singular comment inspired a whole (albeit poorly written) fic. thank u. also the song are y’all are listening to in the fic is sugar by sleep token, hence the name. also pls be nice this is my first full fic omg😚

“I really oughta go home,” you hum as you look at the clock, sweet voice ringing out into the otherwise quiet of Jason and Roy’s shared living room.

The three of you became friends quickly, under the crucible that was a horrific semester of an Advanced Statistics class during junior year of college. Now, a year later, you find yourself spending weekends at their shared apartment, watching movies, playing games, and just existing in their space.

There’s always been a sense of tension between the three of you, whether or be the bizarrely evident sexual tension between Jason and Roy, or you and one of the boys. You’d never dare bring it up, though, for fear of ruining the sacred friendship you three have forged.

The men are seated on either side of you on the couch, virtually squishing you between their hard, muscular frames. The quiet croons of Jason’s favorite band occupy the rest of the space as the two of them indulge in their personal vices, Jason’s being a glass of whiskey and Roy’s being a homemade Old Fashioned.

Though you say you ought to head home, you make no move for the door.

“It’s dark out, sweetheart,” Jason rumbles, sipping on his drink, “And late as fuck. We’ll take ya home in the morning.”

Roy nods at this before chucking your chin, murmuring, “It’s our first sleepover in literally forever, how fun!”

You nod without saying anything, letting a comfortable silence settle over the room, save for the suggestive croons and whines of the song coming from the speaker. You feel heat crawl over your neck and face as you listen to the song, realizing how close Jason and Roy are to you. How pink their lips are. How the taste of the alcohol they’re sipping would taste on their lips if you were to ki-

“Sweets?” Roy leers down at you, auburn lashes blinking in confusion, “What’re ya looking at?”

“You know what she’s lookin’ at,” Jason rumbles, as one of his muscled arms come down to wrap around your shoulders, keeping you in place.

Your eyes are wide as they flicker between the two men. You sharply exhale, parting your brown, glossy lips, unsure of what to do or say.

“Poor thing,” Roy drawls, cupping your cheek, “Lookin’ like a deer in headlights. ‘S okay, sweets, we don’t bite.”

“Not unless you want us to,” Jason adds, setting a large hand over your bare thigh. His eyes are lidded, watching you like a predator watches prey. He glances at Roy, and slyly smirks at the shared understanding between the two men. Still, they want to give you a chance to say no, a chance to leave and act like this never happened.

“Say you want us to,” Roy mumbles, green eyes searching your body. It’s only now that you realize how scantily clad you all are, Jason being shirtless, Roy in a pair of loose boxers and a black wifebeater, and you in one of your ratty oversized band tees and tiny pajama shorts. You find yourself nodding, eyes still wide in disbelief.

“He said, say it, sweetheart,” Jason tuts in your ear as he pulls you into his lap. He allows you to settle into him, letting out a low growl at the friction you create while doing so.

“I want you to- ah”, you gasp, shuddering as Roy’s lips find your collarbone. You can feel him smiling into you as his fingers tease the hem of your tee, barely ghosting the waistband of your shorts. Your hands come up to meet his hair, idly playing in it as Jason’s large hands find their way into the waistband of your shorts.

You lift your hips for him, allowing the shorts to slide off of you as Roy works his way around your neck, tugging at your tee with a pout. Jason seems to get the hint as he hums from behind you, “Lift your arms f’me, bunny.”

Ever the obedient little thing, you do so as Jason lifts the shirt over your head, exposing the lacy pink bralette and panties to the boys. The garments hug your plush body deliciously, highlighting every curve and dip as you slowly grind on Jason’s lap.

“You little minx,” Roy groans as Jason’s arms cage you where you sit, “How long you been hiding this from us, huh?”

“Too long,” Jason mumbles, nipping at your ear as his large fingers find their way over your barely clothed pussy, “Let Roy have a taste, hm baby? How’s that sound?”

“So good,” you whine, pushing your ass into Jason’s lap. You can feel his thick cock pulsate as he groans, “Go ahead, Roy. Make baby girl cum.”

Roy all but rips off your panties, exposing your cunt to the cool air. “She’s so pretty,” he marvels, before pressing a sweet kiss to your clit.

You whine in embarrassment, turning your head away from the sight of Roy lapping at your wet pussy. Jason catches your lips in a sweet kiss as he works your bra off of you. He eagerly swallows your moans as his fingers come up to toy with your hardened nipples.

“I want a taste,” Jason says, tugging at Roys hair. He pulls the redhead up for a heated kiss before pulling him back down, rasping, “stretch ‘er out f’me,” as he ruts his clothed cock against your bare ass.

“Someone’s gettin’ impatient,” Roy leers, sticking a thick digit into your glistening cunt, giving you languid, slow strokes. You let out a near pornographic moan at the intrusion before Roy snickers.

“Guess I should add another, huh,” he murmurs, adding another finger. You keen, arching into Jason as his thumb presses on your needy clit.

“Such a greedy little girl,” Jason muses as you moan in delight, “Whaddya want now, hm?”

“Wan’ cum,” you mewl, breathless, “wanna cum on your cock with Roy’s dick in my mouth.”

“You’re disgusting,” Jason smiles down at you, “On your hands and knees. Now.”

Roy smirks in anticipation, stopping the pumping of his fingers to allow you to get on your hands and knees in front of him.

“Open wide,” Roy sings, tugging his red boxers down to expose his fat cock, tip angry and already leaking. He slaps the tip on your tongue a few times as Jason kneads your ass from behind you. He gives it a sharp smack and you lurch forward, gripping onto Roy’s strong thighs with a strangled moan.

“Look at you,” Roy sighs as you weakly stroke his cock with both hands, “takin’ initiative. Such a good girl.”

You can hear Jason hum in assent behind you, pressing the thick head of his cock into your pussy. You gasp, lightly squeezing Roy’s dick as Jason enters you fully. He rocks his hips into yours, allowing you to get your bearings as you give Roy’s dick kitten licks along with languid strokes.

“She is a good little slut, ain’t she,” Jason grunts as he picks up the pace, snapping his hips into yours as you suckle the head of Roy’s cock. Roy mewls as one of your hands comes down to fondle his balls, causing him to let out a strangled moan. His moans grow in volume as you take him further into your mouth and down your throat as he whines, “Just like that, baby. Don’t fuckin’ stop, you’re doin’ so good for me.”

Jasons pace grows more erratic as time goes on, and one of hands creeps under you to play with your clit. He gasps as you clench around his thick cock, your muffled whines and moans only bringing him closer to orgasm. Your cunt seizes around him as you cum without warning, whining and keening around Roy’s dick. The vibrations of your voice only spur him forwards as he groans, thrusting forward and painting your throat white.

Jason sighs with pleasure as you fuck yourself back on him, seeking another orgasm.

“Of course you want another,” he grits out, hips snapping into yours, “You’re such a- fuck, you’re just a little whore for us, huh?”

You nod, looking up to see Roy stroking his overstimulated cock, nearing tears. He leans down pulling you into a deep kiss as his tongue probes your mouth, searching for the taste of himself.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum,” Jason whines, ramming himself into you from behind. He slows as he empties his load into you, keeping you on his cock for just a moment longer.

You’re spent, lip gloss smeared, mascara ruined, and lace front messy as Jason lifts you off of his cock with ease, rubbing soothing circles into your hip. Roy palms himself at the sight, eyes focused on the cum dripping from your glistening cunt.

“Hey sweets,” he rasps, licking his lips as they both walk you to the bathroom, “Let me uh, clean you up, yeah?”

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[casuallyawkardd]

Dating Hobie Brown

Pairing: Hobie Brown x GN!Reader

Summary: My personal headcannon of what it would be like dating Hobie Brown. Includes how you met, got together and etc. 

Warnings: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, death and violence

A/N: Idk how old Hobie actually is, but I always pictured he was like nineteen so don’t @ me when the NSFW comes out. Also I didn’t mean for it to come out as sad as it did?? So sorry I guess 

Meeting

Your mother is the captain of the police force. Growing up, it was just the two of you and because of this your mother made sure to raise you right. Making sure you said your ‘please’s and ‘thank you’s, got good grades in school, didn’t get involved with the wrong crowd, etc. etc. As you got older, you learned just how hard your mom worked to make sure you had a good childhood, a good life, and so you made sure to do as you were told. To be her perfect, little baby. 

However, it was hard to make sure you grew up in a ‘good’ environment the older you got. Especially when you began to understand that not everyone saw your mom as the hero you saw her as. The political environment of London was unstable, protests and riots becoming more and more frequent. Sure, you agreed that the government was corrupted and people abused the power they were given, but when you started seeing signs that trash talked the captain of the police force, you couldn’t help but take it personally. Yeah, there were some bad people out there, but your mother was not one of them. 

Being the kid of the police captain makes you a walking target and you find that out the hard way. One night, as you’re walking home from one of your uni’s night classes, some extremists decide to back you into the nearest alley. They weren’t like the usual protestors who would shout at you while you walked down the street, these were the kind that were in it for the rioting. More about making a scene than supporting a cause, practically looking for an excuse to do some damage. 

You have no intention of making it easy for them, mama didn’t raise no bitch. They shove you and you shove back even harder. They get in your face to spit insults, you scream some right back. It’s a back and forth that goes downhill quickly, four against one being painfully unfair odds. 

Before you get your ass kicked, your savior arrives. You recognize him immediately; the ripped jeans, leather jacket, the red mask with a spiked mohawk, you’re taken aback as you watch Spider-Man pummel your antagonizers and yell at them to ‘fuck off!’ Now it’s just the two of you in the dark alley and you don’t know how to feel. On one hand, he did just save you from getting your teeth knocked in. On the other, the guy was the bane of your mother’s existence, practically the ringmaster of every protest and riot in London that makes her lose sleep at night. 

”You’re the captain’s kid, ain’tcha?”

“Can’t let a lovely face like yours get broken, eh?”

He’s...charming, his fingers gently grasping your chin as he assesses the damage. Even offers to take you home, which he doesn’t even give you the chance to say yes or no to as he’s already walking you down the street. While there’s a certain allure to him, he’s also a thorn in your side. Teasing you, making up antagonizing nicknames, by the time you make it to your apartment building you’re sure he’s just doing it to spite you. For once, you go against what your mother taught you and don’t thank him as you slam the window shut.

“What? No kiss goodnight?”

Meeting...Again

When you two cross paths again, it’s not when he’s Spider-Man. One of your friends from your creative writing class drags you out to the pub. Saying it was a crime you had been eighteen years old for six months and had yet to have your first drink. The bar is loud, filled with the type of people your mother would kill you for hanging out with. It seems your friend had neglected to tell you this particular venue was a dive bar. A dive bar that was frequented by bikers and freedom fighters. 

You don’t notice him, but Hobie recognizes you instantly; a smirk making its way onto his face as he strolls over. You’re tucked into the corner of the bar quietly sipping on some drinks, your friend having long since ditched you to talk to someone who caught her eye.

“Hiding away are you, love?”

The voice is familiar, making you turn to face him instantly. Where you’ve heard it is a little trickier to place. One quick up and down of the man now leaning against the bar has you stiffening. He’s practically the definition of what your mother has tried to protect you from for years, telling you that people that looked like him were bad news. Yet it seems your attempts to dissuade him are futile, in fact Hobie almost seems to enjoy the banter. He says one thing, you turn your nose up at it. He responds to your insults with vaguely flirty comments and chuckles when you go hot under the collar. 

He finally gets you to crack when he brings up music. It’s your passion, your life, hell it’s what got you a scholarship to even get into uni in the first place; tuition being well out of your budget. While it’s no surprise your tastes in music differ, it’s more about how he talks about music. You learn he’s a musician too, that he believes it’s not just about ‘finding a good beat’; how music can touch the soul if done just right. That it’s something that can unite the unlikeliest people.

It surprises you, in a good way. Has you thinking there’s maybe more to him than meets the eye. You say as much, Hobie teasing you about how ‘you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover’, which has you rolling your eyes. He’s not wrong though, the more he talks the more you want to listen. Not just about music, but the little details of his past, his beliefs, ideals and even his little quirks that he brings up organically in the conversation. What’s even better is how he matches your interest with his own, pulling out every little detail about yourself he can. 

You don’t realize it’s gotten late, a quick glance at your phone showing you had missed a concerning amount of calls and texts from your mum. Drunkenly, you stand and stagger, the drinks you had been sipping on, that Hobie so generously kept buying you, starting to pack a punch. Large hands hold you steady, Hobie offering to walk you home. You tell him no, the slur of the word causing him to guide you out of the pub regardless. 

You never thought walking home from a bar could be this fun. The fuzzy feeling in your head making you giggle and stumble down the path, Hobie following along and indulging you and your drunken bantering. When you do finally get home, you dread the idea of encountering your mother in your intoxicated state. Not to mention the fact you were accompanied with a ‘ ‘delinquent’ ’, your mother’s words not yours, like Hobie. The final decision is to crawl through your bedroom window, demanding Hobie give you a lift. The suggestion has him grinning ear to ear, tall stature lowering into a crouch and longer finger intertwining to give you a step.

“So there’s a little rebel in you after all, eh?”

Getting Together + “Dating”

The two of you becoming an item happens before you even realize it. You had been going about things under the guise of friendship, that is until one of his friends brings it up. A harmless little comment really, telling you that your ‘little boy toy’ was causing a ruckus yet again and might need someone to reel him in. It perplexes you, said friend beginning to tease you for playing coy. When you finally do fetch Hobie and apologize on his behalf, they give you a knowing look as you and your ‘boy toy’ head out for the evening. 

Suddenly you’re very aware of the way he grabs your hand when guiding you through a crowded room. Fingers laced with yours for a better grip and using his body to shove people aside to give you a clear path. The gentle kisses on your forehead when he tells you goodnight or on your knuckles when he’s trying to apologize for something. How his forehead touches yours when you listen to one of his favorite cassette tapes, your eyes closed to focus on the music while he watches you softly mouth the words to the song. The proud look he gets on his face whenever you do something out of your comfort zone, followed by him saying ‘I told you so’ when you end up liking it. 

“Nah mate, I don’t do labels.”

Is his response when someone flat out calls him your boyfriend. He says it simply, bluntly and you try to deny the sting in your chest when he does. And yet you hold your tongue, suppressing your comments with the bitter taste of beer. The routine you’ve begun now feels full of falsehoods. Spending the day between home and uni classes to keep up appearances as the ‘perfect child’; evenings at small pubs and Hobie’s flat where you finally get to unwind and take a break. What were his intentions? Was he like this with other people? Is what the two of you have not as special as you had thought?

The thoughts swirl through your head as you begin your walk home from the pub, yet another part of your new routine. Although this time, rather than Hobie and you walking side by side, air filled with chatter and quieted laughter, tonight he’s a few paces behind you. Not by choice, rather you seem to be refusing to speak to him, picking up the pace whenever he tries to match your stride. Could he easily close the distance with his long stride? Sure, but he knows when to not push your boundaries. 

He’s had enough by the time you arrive at your apartment building, a familiar, large hand wrapping around your forearm and pulling you to him. He’s not mad, barely even upset, just confused why you’re acting so differently. Usually you liked his calm demeanor, it seemed to balance out your high strung one, but right now it infuriates you. How does he not get it? Swerving the goodnight kiss, you head up to your flat to put this night behind you.

 After about a week of you declining invites and giving him the cold shoulder, Hobie decides to come to you. He tries to be respectful, giving you space for reasons he has yet to understand, but that doesn’t mean he can’t watch you. It’s not creepy...he’s just making sure you get home safe, watching from the building across the street from your usual route home...it’s not weird, right? Right? 

He can’t stand it, shooting a web and swinging to land gracefully in front of you. Or he tries to, his boot got caught on the concrete and he had to stumble to a stop. Since when has he been this clumsy? You stand dumbfounded, not recognizing him when he’s in his Spider-Man suit. He doesn’t even remember he’s in the stupid thing until he’s halfway through his rantings; talking about how ‘uncool’ it is to be avoiding him and how he thought of you as more mature than this. That he can’t fix the problem unless you tell him the problem.

After a moment of awkward silence, the look of recognition flashes across your face and he’s ushering you into the nearest alley before you can blurt out his secret identity. Stuck between Hobie and the brick wall, you’re forced to fess up to why you’ve been so distant, Hobie refusing to budge until you do. You can’t even look him in the eye as you spill every thought you’ve had over the last week. Talking about how you have feelings for him, but hate him for making you like him. How you don’t care if he feels the same, but you do care that he acts like he feels the same. That it’s not fair he gets to decide what can and can’t be a label and if he’s not your boyfriend then what is he? That it-

Hobie cuts you off as he leans in, lips pressing tenderly against yours. You hesitate before leaning into it, his warmth surrounds you as his arms move to wrap around your back. You realize you missed his touch, the contrast between the coolness of his piercing and the comfort of his lips on your skin. When he pulls away, he continues to hold you close, hand coming up to hold your face, a calloused thumb stroking your cheekbone. 

“I’m not into putting a label on things, but I’m into....this. I like what this is. I don’t need a stupid label to tell everyone I like you and you like me cuz the only people who need to know are you and me. Innit that right, love?”

You point out that while it’s touching he feels that way, there might be a hole or two in his idea. The two of you decide to compromise so the next time someone asks, you tell people you’re ‘exclusive’. It’s not a label, it’s an adjective, totally different.

Future

You two met before the spiderverse, before Hobie even knew what a canon event was. If he had, he might’ve prevented his next one. Your mother’s death came during a flurry of incidents. For you, it was her finding out about Hobie. As expected, she was furious when she found the two of you saying your goodbyes through your bedroom window. The fight that ensued between you and her was monstrous . You’d always been a good kid, her perfect, little angel. You’d grown to hate that word. Perfect. What’s the point in being perfect if you can’t live your life? Have a little fun?

She blames Hobie for your change in tune, forbidding you from ever seeing him again. The bubble of anger swelling in your chest bursts and you tell her ‘no’ for the first time. Scream it at her actually. That you’d done everything she asked for your whole life and that you weren’t going to give up the one thing you did for yourself. That it wasn’t a crime to like someone like Hobie, that there was more to him if she would just give him a chance. Your mother refuses to listen, dismissing you to go to your room. Reluctantly you comply, but not without shouting a final ‘I hate you!’ as you slam the door. 

Hobie, while frazzled by the little bit of the argument he’d witnessed, has his own problems brewing. He’s caught wind of Kingpin, the rumor being that he’s working with Osborn once again. This time, he’s gotten his slimy hands on some illegal weapons that’ll give the police force the upper hand against the freedom fighters. He’s on the scene, but so is your mother, who had left after your fight when she got tipped off. Hobie can see she’s alone, most likely being too impatient for backup like she usually is. 

Everything happens too quickly, hissing whispers between him and her as he tries to tell her to ‘bugger off’, her saying she’s not going to let some kid get hurt while playing hero. Huh, she’s never called him a hero before. Hobie doesn’t get to dwell on the thought before they’re spotted, bullets and gun powder filling the night air. Some webbing takes care of Kingpin’s goons, but the bastard is able to get away as usual, but not without delivering the final shot. 

The eyes of Hobie’s spidersuit widen when he sees the blood leaking down the front of your mother’s uniform, instincts drawing him to her side to help her lie down. Emotions stir uncomfortably inside his chest, this is a cop; not just any cop, but the leader of the swine that call themselves the defenders of the people. And yet he’s applying pressure to the wound, holding off the inevitable because right now she isn’t the captain of the police force, she’s a mother. Your mother. 

Her last words are ingrained in his mind, ‘My baby...I can’t leave my baby.’

You’re confused when you see him in your living room, quietly but urgently saying that he has to go before your mother catches him, unaware she’s not even home. That she wouldn’t be coming back home. Routine and structure is embedded in your being, the idea of your mother’s death coming ‘too soon’ or that ‘you wouldn’t get to say goodbye’ have never crossed your mind. And yet it’s your reality. Your mother doesn’t get to retire and die of old age and the last words you said to her were ‘I hate you.’

“She knows you don’t.”

Hobie tries to comfort you, holding you close despite your resistance. In all honesty, you don’t know if you want to be left alone or never want him to let you go, so you settle for what he has to offer. Hobie doesn’t say much else, partly because he doesn’t know what to say and partly because he thinks all he can do right now is hold you and let your tears soak the front of his suit. 

As morbid as it may sound, your mother’s death came at a convenient time. Your first year of uni had wrapped up the week before, so it hurts less to withdraw. At least you were able to wrap up one year. Whether or not you’ll go back isn’t on your mind, but deep down you know you will. It’s what your mother would’ve wanted. 

You’re grateful for the support system you have, a few uni friends who still keep in touch after you leave and the friends you made through Hobie. While their ‘I’m sorry for your loss’s and ‘I’m here for you’s are comforting, Hobie is the one who’s truly there for you. 

Hobie’s the one who lets you move in with him when you can’t stand being at home, everything there reminding you of her. Hobie’s the one who brings you your meals when you forget to eat, the water you have yet to drink. Hobie’s the one who asks you to play a song he likes, his excuse being that he likes it better when you play it, but you both know it’s his way of making sure you don’t abandon your passions. Hobie’s the one who carries you to bed when you fall asleep to home videos, tucking you in and placing the baby blanket your mother made you on top. Hobie’s the one that heals you, even if it’s only a little. Even if there’s still more of you to make better. 

In terms of marriage and kids, they aren’t things either of you talk about. You’re young, you have a lot more ahead of you. Hobie reminded you of that. That sometimes life doesn’t follow a ‘routine’, that sometimes it’s better to live day by day with the ones you love. 

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[bunmurdock]

bunnnn i seen your little shout out and girl i'm so flattered that my writing was impactful enough for it to pop into your head at work? during a meeting? 😭 and if filthy thots ab matt murdock are already taking up space in your head NOW, when the trailer hasn't even been released in HD (cursing and shaking my fist at kevin feige be wtf is taking so long), imagine how bad things are going to be when the show comes out 😟

there will be no survivors. trying to focus during uni classes is already hard enough, but when i have matt murdock's scruffy beard and cocky smirk on my tv? there's no hope for me i'm doomed.

i’ve always giggled a bit whenever 'daddy' is used in a sexual context be i could never really see myself using it but for ddba!mm… he’s literally the personification of daddy like how can i NOT call him that 🤨 with his beard and his expensive suit and the condescending huff of laughter that he’d totally use to mock me as i whine and beg him to let me cum 😔

he wouldn’t, he’d drag it out as long as possible

i’m gonna stop now before i write something so long i have to go back and proofread it

- ⭐️

dude. so this is not meant as a brag in any way. but i'll have you know. i work a fortune 500 company and was presenting a pitch to important execs and in the middle of taking questions, corruption kink ddba!matt murdock punched a glaring hole into my consciousness. like. I STILL CAN'T AT THE NECK SQUEEZE N PUSSY FLUTTERING PARAGRAPH I NEED TO FUCKING GET WELL SOON :I

the thing is. @murdocksluvrr said it in replies on my shout out post: you write in a way that is so visceral. not only do i want your matt murdock, i want to be your reader.. she's so green and earnest and insecurities make her so relatable :( of course it melts matt's heart—or twists his desires depraved. i'm still not over your bitter academic rivals with dark!mean!matt fic help.. going on a tangent: i also think about the “you need an 89% on the final to stay at an A" line. idk. certain lines just stand out and the implications of that one drove me fucking wild.

share your mm thoughts

[squish36-writes-and-draws]

4 November: Unraveling

Word count: 546

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TW: Swearing, allusion to a literary suicide. It is in a /j way but I want to be careful.

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Apparently I’m in a city named Sydney unless my new chess-playing friend is a lying liar who tells lies. I have no concrete reason to believe that, but I still haven’t gotten her name yet. I think she’s taking it as a personal challenge to tell me literally everything else about her life before that, which I respect on a spiritual level. 

She also, for all intents and purposes, had literally nothing better to do, which is good for me because I don’t either and I was starting to get bored enough that I was going to try to find a library. Yeah, sure, I had valiant hopes of learning about where I am and how human history and culture work but let’s be fucking for real, I was close to pulling out my eyelashes like the Mysterous Miss F just to have some entertainment. I should probably write something for the Mysterious Miss Chess Player to explain why I am constantly loitering in that park and why I haven’t said anything and why I keep staring at that little crease between her brows. 

It’s nothing, I swear. It’s just that when she concentrates too hard on a problem, she gets the same crease between her brows that Foster does. I’m not saying that I’ve abandoned all hope, but, to be realistic, I’m never going back there, so what’s the real harm in, if not moving on, liking someone else? Stars, I don’t even know the boundaries of my own feelings anymore, but the pounding of my heart and the fact I’ve dropped this pen twice seems to be a decent indicator of the fact that I’m in the trenches of the eternal horror that is having a crush. I don’t really know how to process it. I’ve been so focussed on Foster for so long that I’ve forgotten what these first few stages are like. If I’m unlucky, I’ll be drawing hearts in the margins tomorrow and be Romeo and Julieting myself off a cliff by the weekend. 

And if it doesn’t work out, I’ll just let RNGsus take the wheel again and spin that pathfinder so I don’t have to deal with the consequences of my actions. I’ve got eternity ahead of me and at least a hundred possible destinations so I’m allowed to fuck up a few times as a treat. 

The other major theme of the day is that between the air pollution and the sheer volume of emotions crashing through me at any given moment, slight movements are starting to make me dizzy, and I don’t like what that implies for the fate of my empathy. I can’t wait for this stupid command ability to be gone so I can actually have a conversation, but until then, it seems as though I’m going to be a fucking mess. So exactly what everyone expected, just with a couple extra steps to make it interesting. 

My food stash is also starting to run low, so that’s going to be something I’ll want to deal with soon. It’s probably time to start planning my master plan of bank heistery. Nah, but like, for real I’ll probably just draw some shitty pictures and hope for the best. I should probably get to doing that actually. 

[notallsandmen]

Trope Game

Thanks to @orionsangel86 for tagging me ❤️

Rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic?

* -10 -> very dissuaded

* 0 - don't care either way

* 10 -> very enticed

* nope -> if it's a hard no and you'd never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you'd insta click out of the fic if it wasn't tagged

Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it's conditional.

Age gap: 0 ( -10 — +5)

This is one I’m torn on.

I am a lot more squicked out by characters dating between developmental brackets — a first year college student dating a senior highschool student, a uni lecturer dating a uni student, an immortal character dating a mortal etc — than the age gap itself. That being said, I won’t read fics if one of both of the characters are under 20. Period. Nor will I generally read fics for immortal/mortal ships, because knowing that one of them will eventually be left behind makes me sad, and because of the hyperbolic Mary Sue degree needed to justify how a human mortal would ever attract a centuries-year-old character.

On the other hand — Look, I am a sucker for forbidden love, and if there is a taboo, I wanna poke it with smut fic. And I essentially have a divorced virgin kink, so I’d be lying if the age gap trope didn’t appeal to me — particularly if combined with grumpy/sunshine trope, and if the younger character takes care of the older. Give me your middle-aged hot messes learning to love again!

I think the guiding rule for me is the hypothetical question — if the younger character was the same age as the older, would they still have fallen in love? If yes, then I adore it. If no, then I hate it.

Codependency: +7

speaking as one half of an ADHD couple which only barely makes up one normally functioning adult — codependency is a) inescapable and b) hot.

Obsession/Possessiveness, jealousy: +7

I shouldn’t find this hot. But I do. Sorry. All my ships have a slightly feral possessive element to them. And a touch of jealousy which is only rooted in insecurity (ie, not actual suspicion/blaming/shaming/controlling behaviour) provides great hurt/comfort fodder

Opposites (grumpy/sunshine etc): +10

The grumpy/sunshine dynamic is my catnip — I will never be normal about this. And I love physical contrasts/differences, too.

Enemies to lovers, Enemies with benefits: +7

I love this, but only when done well, and when the enemy-dynamic is grounded in miscommunication/different personalities clashing/different coping mechanisms. It shouldn’t be actual hate-fucking, or negging/bullying escalating to sex.

Friends with benefits: -8

I’m an irredeemable romantic when it comes to fic reading, so unless there is an eventual romantic relationship in sight, I’m not interested.

Sex to feelings: +9

Pining-while-fucking is a gold star trope. I am particularly fond of the ”Grumpy cynical slut corrupted by romantic and reduced to a flustered blushing hot mess” trope. (TMI — This is how I got together with my partner. I am the grumpy slut.)

Fake dating/relationship: +6

I enjoy it, as long as it does not require so much suspension of disbelief as to veer into ”Too Forced Proximity” territory.

Friends to lovers: +8

I love it in M/M fic, bi-awakening fics etc. But since I have many platonic relationships with male friends, I tend to get squicked out by M/F pairings, especially if I can detect even a whiff of friendzone bitterness etc.

Found Family: +10.

I will loudly sob over these and return to them again and again. Yes, I have attachment issues, and no, I will not look too closely at that.

Hurt/Comfort: +8

I mean, if no one is crying, I won’t be able to relate to these characters at all.

Love Triangle: NOPE.

Never. Only Ride or Die pairings for me, otherwise I will get jealous and insecure on behalf of the characters. The same goes for too much ”will they/won’t they”, uneven emotional investment etc

Poly, open relationships: NOPE

To be clear, I don’t want to reduce polyamory to a fic trope or imply that poly relationships are not as committed as monogamous relationships. Personally, I am just too insecure to cope with anything other than monogamy, and the same goes for fic.

Mistaken/hidden identity: -7

I will just be stressed out until the reveal, and then I have rushed through the story and not enjoyed it.

Monsterfucking: +7

A lonely sad creature finding someone who thinks that they are beautiful and desirable and worthy of love — how can I not be obsessed? — No, I don’t think that says anything about me

Pregnancy: -9

I am happily childfree and do not need to experience it in fic either.

Second Chance: + 2

It all depends on the Hurt/comfort ratio —how bitterly the relationship ended the first time, how much angst until reconciliation, etc.

Slowburn: +8.

Sexually and emotionally edge me for +100K, please.

Soulmates: 0 (Meh)

Hellooo confirmation bias. I don’t really like the magical soulmate (born with soul markings etc) trope, and I find the real-world notion of soulmates too unrealistic to be enjoyable (especially because it often comes with spiritual/religious connotations).

Tagging @academicblorbo , @beatnikfreakiswriting , @ml-nolan , @chaosheadspace , @beholdme , @reallyintoscience , @valeriianz

[poisonmypleasure]

Sweet Lies

suna rintarou x male reader

⚠️ smut: dominant bottom suna at the beginning, suna in a skirt, overstimulation, stomach bulging, marking, creampie, piss, degradation, hints of corruption (i think), flexible suna

You are a fucking liar. Suna Rintarou had collected a few proofs for that.

As his boyfriend, you brand yourself as a caring one, more than Suna at least, not like the middle blocker does not care for you. You always provide him for his needs, even unconsciously. 

You love taking care of him, whether you would put a more-than-enough portion of your food on his plate, do his laundry after yours or drop everything to give him company when he is sad. You love to spoil him to give him happiness and joy.

He got confused when you always got home late this month, only passing by him with a low hum of acknowledgement before showering then off to bed in only your pajama pants, which adds more to the temptation. 

Not sparing a glance, not eating dinner or supper with him, not spending quality time with him, not touching him at all, ranging from affectionate cuddles to sensual rubbing of his skin. Hell, he would even want you to break him, leave bite marks and bruises to remind him of how you handle him in bed. 

So, no. You were not caring for him. He needs you and you are one of his needs. 

As you walked in through the apartment door when the moon is most awake, putting your shoes on the short rack, you turn inwards to meet a sight of Suna wearing one of your button-up shirt, one that you usually put on for uni, paired with a maroon skirt that shows half of his bare thighs. 

He even decorated his shins and calves with a black lace stockings below his knees, accentuating his thighs more. The first three buttons were undone to display his collarbone and some of his chest, his fingers nimbly playing with the edge of his skirt, head tilted slightly with a soft smirk, but the lust in his battling grey and yellow eyes are nowhere near soft, sharpened by the dark eyeliner he drew to prepare, even his dark brown hair was combed. 

All efforts are about to be a ruined mess anyway.  

Each step he took constricts the flow of air into your lungs, his gaze on you collects more sweat under your T-shirt with the help of heat collected by your unzipped hoodie. Suna immediately latches his lips onto yours when he arrived in front of you, abdomen already pressing onto yours too, hands are quick to work to get your hoodie off, then your damp T-shirt, your body all his to feel, your scent of hardwork are greedily sniffed when his breath is taken away by your hungry mouth. 

A big question was formed when your words are a contrast to your predatory tongue that was almost down his throat earlier.

“R-Rin! Not tonight, okay? I’m tired…”

Those were not the words he wishes to hear. His disappointment was mirrored by his fingers trailing upwards, nails slightly burying in your skin to paint it a weak red, moving from your stomach, your chest, your shoulders before finally going around to interlock behind your neck. 

His beautiful frowning lips and narrowing eyes challenge you in silence for an explanation of your rejection. You shakily mumble the answer because of his teasing nibbles on your neck, occasional hard bites to shape hickeys on it.

“I’ve been finishing my assignments… It was n-not a breeze, I can tell you that- Ah~”

One particular bite was too deep for you to continue, your palms reacted to hold his waist firmly and your boyfriend started to grind his crotch onto you from the sensation, to get more of it. He whimpers from the feeling, poking the hickey that he made with his tongue then licking more of your skin upwards towards your bottom lip, panting hot breaths into your mouth.

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N~ I know you want me too~” he threatened you in a sultry tone, probably the only person you would want to get threats from.

“Seriously, Rin… I feel like I’m gonna pass out…”

Your mouth said that but did otherwise. You can feel Suna smirk into the kiss that you brought him into in reflex, in need of his taste on your tongue. Like Suna said, you are a fucking liar and he did not even have to prove it by himself.

“I’ll get what I want, baby. Just lie down and take it~”

In a tight liplock, the tall middle blocker pulled you into the bedroom and pushed you to lie on the bed, just like he told you to. You are too tired to move, so you just let him undo your pants and take them off along with your briefs. 

Suna chuckles at the sight of your hard cock that was very much not tired as you mentioned, swollen red and leaking pre-cum already. He crawls up your laid down figure to face you again for another messy kiss, grinding his hips down on your crotch. Only now that you realized he was not wearing anything under the skirt, send your head somewhere else when you can feel your tip rubbing his loose opened hole.

“I even dressed up for you, baby. Already prepared myself too. Do you know how much I want you inside of me for weeks? Of course not! Hell, who you been fucking with recently?!”

He grabbed your chin roughly, venom dripping from his hushed warning. His grinding slows down to ease the head of your cock into his rim. Gosh, what a pathetic liar you are, being under him with your hips weakly thrusting up to get more of you inside him.

“You are mine, Y/N! Now, I’m gonna fucking ride you until I’m satisfied from the weeks of you abandoning me,”

Your throat forced out a groan from him sitting down fully, your length being engulfed by his wet and warm walls, still tight from his prep.  He did not waste any time to start riding you, bouncing on your cock, reminding you how good he is at this, at pleasuring you, though currently, it is all for himself. He is using you like you are his own personal dildo, like you are just a toy that he pushes in to stimulate his prostate. 

You moaned at the feeling of his sloppy insides wetting your cock, squeezing you and definitely not letting you out. You are to stay inside of him for the rest of the night, when all of this is finished. It did not take long for you to throb then release your hot liquid inside him, he laughed at that or what he could let out from his heavy breathing. That did not make him stop his movements, fueling his body to ride you harder until the bed squeaks.

“Baby, you cummed so much inside me- Gosh! You’re so warm! And still hard! You had the nerve to pretend to not like it. You need this just as much as I do~”

Suna threw his head back, exaggerating whines with his tongue out at the feeling of your sperm melting his guts. The way your shaft basically rips his prostate quickens his upcoming orgasm, spilling onto your stomach to mark you alongside his art of bites on your skin. 

His harsh jumps turn into swivelling but it does not mean it is gentle. You hiss from the sensitivity of his soft inner muscles gripping your swollen length, plus your own warm cum adding the squishing and it sure drives you crazier and loopier than before. 

You grip his hips to try stopping his aggressive grinding, his own grip is to pin your hands next to your head, your eyes wide in a second of shock when he gives you a sinister smirk and a lick of his mess of lips.

“Be a good boy for me, Y/N. I still want more~”

He repeats his actions of gyrating his hips to push your stiff cock so deep that a bulge appears and disappears on his stomach almost in a beat and you witness it every time your eyelids have the energy to stay open. 

As if your waist was about to break, he thrusts down onto you to increase the rubbing on his own wet and hard cock on your navel to chase his second orgasm, which is already aching but it is too good not to cum again.

 

The sensation makes him moan so loud to rile you up, get you as wild as him. Joining his sounds, your animal-like panting motivates him to move himself faster so that you could get what he is chasing too. 

Cumming for the second time just about a breath away from him, you grunted when he clamps you inside repeatedly. His hips stopped for a while as his whole body trembles reactively from that mind-blowing orgasm, feeling you fill him up more till some leak out, he could feel it all that his eyes cross, laughing drunkishly.

“S-see! I made you cum again! Can anyone else other than me d-do this to you?! Can those whores make you cum so much?!”

He growled on your lips before biting them, pulling you in to make out in a messy and hungry manner. Suna may have lost some of his strength from the energetic movements and the two draining peaks of his that you are able to push both of your bodies up into a sitting position, your length growing inside him, still pressing against his sweet spot. Your boyfriend’s enticing cries in your mouth fires up your hunger, devouring his mouth more, holding his waist tightly. 

This is the beginning of your lies. He knew this when he sensed his ass being lifted and dragged back down to stab his already sensitive nerves inside and you do it again, then again and continue. He struggles to keep his lips clinging with yours, unable to prevent the loud cries to fall out, tears already messing the black of his eyeliner, smudging his face along with his leaking drool. 

The people in his and your circle would call you ‘the gentle boyfriend’ for always treating him kindly. You hold his hand to calm him down, place a soft peck on his knuckle even to let the butterflies in him fly around. You put your warm palm under his back for comfort, giving him a tender smile when he turns to you to let him know you are there for him. 

As if you do not break that back of his at every night of chance. 

The way you treat him in bed is far from gentle and he does not mind at all. He even begs for you to be rough with him. The act just annoys him sometimes when that voice of lust in his head shouts “LIAR!” at you. 

Your current actions stand in solidarity with that inner voice of his when his limp body was handled by you. Your palms are now harshly pushed under his built thighs to move him, your cock thrusting inside him so deep that he could picture the image in his fucked out head. 

Chanting your name like a curse, his voice carries his fading energy, screaming when his dick only leaks cum from the friction onto your pressing abdomen.

“Y/N- Please! Not too f-fast- AH!”

He screams when you pick up the pace, handling him to fuck your cock into him. He moves up and down while you just sit on the bed, using him as a fucktoy. His pleas went deaf in your ears, only grunting into his and even biting his earlobes. 

When his nails dig to bleed your shoulder blades, you push his back onto the bed, his legs thrown over your shoulder. That did not seem to stop him from scratching you, now his hands reside on your back, drawing more red lines. 

His next orgasm only allowed droplets when his hole got filled with your cum. He panics when you continue your rough thrusts and not leave his definitely swollen prostate alone. Your abuse to his sweet spot is just as torturous to the ones you give to his toned body, your shirt that he wore got ripped without care, teeth biting his chest, neck, nipples that leave him shouting from pain and pleasure.

“B-baby! Stop! I can’t-”

You interrupted his cries with your lips, his already having cuts from your harsh bites. Your thrust could possibly get harder, prodding deeper on his bruised prostate that his hands fall on the bed to grip it. His whole figure jolted upwards when you push in time with your thrusts until his head felt light, his head no longer lays on the bed as it hovers from the edge.

More lies. 

Your sweet smile? Gone. All he could see from his bobbing head and hazy sight is a look of anger, frustration, even disgust towards him.

They say you are innocent. The day his volleyball captain, Kita, brought a first-year into the gym, everyone coddled you, treating you like their cute little brother.

Who the fuck is this guy that fucks him like a slut, one hand stroking his barely hard and hurting dick to rail him into another peak?

They say you are an obedient young man. You always listen to your upperclassmen when they ask you to run an errand, to obey instructions.

Then, why are you not listening to him when he tells you to slow down, to stop and give him a breather?

They say you are patient. You wait for your turn to talk. You wait for your turn to receive your prize for your excellence.

Who is this man devouring him, pounding into him like there is no tomorrow, not slowing down at all, like this is your last chance to do what you want?

All these lies circling around his barely functioning head, you managed to pant out the greatest truth of the night.

When he only squirts out sharp streams of watery liquid for his orgasm, which he lost count already, you laughed sadistically.

“You really thought I was out there fucking whores, Rin? Why would I...?”

He gasped in a higher pitch even though his throat hurts when you pick his hips up again, his whole upper body would fall off the bed if his arms did not hold onto your shoulders. You sit yourself at the edge of the bed, back hunched forward a bit due to Suna’s hanging weight on you with him holding onto you like an animal in heat.

“...when I already have one right now?” 

You smirked at his look of fear, beginning to rock his hips for you to fuck into him like a fleshlight once again. Continuous fuck fest between you both that Suna preserve his strength left for him to slowly place his palms onto the floor, half of his body off the bed in a somewhat handstand position, his legs still around your waist with his ass still filled to the brim with your flowing cum and still hard cock.

Gosh, you love when he does this. His flexible waist allows him to be in this position where his defined abs showcase a clear view of your moving cock in his stomach. You could not help yourself to lower forward a bit too to press the bump with your palm, Suna screams as his empty limp cock unable to spray cum but piss all over his bent abdomen.

“Wow! Rin, look at that! You can’t even cum anymore that you became a piss whore!” you teased him.

“Y/N… I can’t… No m-more, please…”

“Aw~ You’re tired already? I barely even moved. I can still go for hours…”

His gaze only on the dull bedroom wall in front of him, head dizzy from being upside down in between his buckling arms, his whole body shaking almost every second, not looking straight at your menacing smirk. 

The sight of a fucked out Suna bending his back on your dick in only his soaked and darker maroon skirt from his piss and his still hugging lace stockings, it turns you on to fuck him more like you did not just nut in him about four times already.

You are a fucking liar, from the moment you walked into the apartment that night. You are not tired at all.

a/n: not proofread (as if i'm gonna do it later 💀) and idk, i puked this out with the rush of cramping 'flexible' and 'nice abs' suna headcanons. yes, i wanna rail this man, what about it ⁉️🙄

[angelprinz]

hi laven ! sorry for the lsck of asks, college is so stressing for me,,, i had so much shit this week and the worst thing that couldve happened was my lighter and cigs running out and not being able to buy any.

anyways, so i was scrolling on twt (ykkk httpdaddy👀👀) and something popped up into my mind.

!!! corruption kink , mayb? and some hcs scaramouche, childe, diluc, zhongli and ayato r in this!!

y/n and genshin boys in a? doing a ? whatever, just - bukkake. if you dont know what a bukkake is, its like all the dudes cumming on ur face!! your mouth is open, and your eyes are ready to close - youve never done this, no, but you were still acting like such a slut. looking up at the men all right in front of you stroking their dicks so lovingly at the sight of you on the floor, looking so innocent yet so naughty with how you were clenching your thighs, and how your hand was so close to touching yourself. :((

when they finally cum, your face is absolutely covered in it. white paints your face and some even landed in your mouth. you greedily wanted a taste of it and licked it all up. your hair needed some washing now, though,,

i feel like diluc nd zhongli would b so nice,,calling you pretty petnames and moaning and groaning your name in such a needy way... i am a firm believer of switch zhongli and diluc !!! soft when dom and whiny and obedient when sub :(((

childe? totally in the middle of degrading your slutty, whorey face but also praising you and whining like a bitch. his cock is so big and his balls are so full of cum, and hes also so so pent up !! he wants his ass to be fucked too while he can also get his dick into something. but hes fine wit cumming on ur face !! he'll have something so pretty to look at while fucking <\33 hes the type thay goes " youre my slut, yeah?" "be a good little whore for me,, god u make me feel so good" yk yk

scaramouche and ayatoooooo... mean. so mean. very mean. INCREDIBLY mean. theyre so so so very mean with u :(( but u like it, dont you, little whore? you like it when he makes you seem like youre just- nothing, a simple toy, a plaything. they edge you, they insult you so much for writhing and begging to just have ur ass fucked already, they call you such distateful things and it almost makes u cry (it also turns u on. a lot).

phewww that felt so reliving? relieving?? whatever, nevermind that. so, tell me, what have you been up to laven,?? me? ive been just rlly busy with my studies <\\3 i dont even have time to fantasize ab my genshin boys. i hope youve been having an amazing week !!!

- with love, 🕊

uwahhh same dove, i‘be been super stressed abt studies and uni.. all i ever do is think abt diluc to deal with it. i quit smoking like a year ago? though sometimes i do wanna pick it up again and you know relax, but ugh moNey!! hopefully the upcoming week for us is manageable n filled w tons of delicious thirsts!

recently i’ve been digging thru twt for dark content videos and ugh, is it hard to find. but it’s so yummy when i do find it hehe~

the switch agenda in positions for all of the genshin boys ugh!! so true, they fuck ass and get fucked in the ass!! i similarly would love to see their faces dripping with cum, facials are just oh so cute! (my fav that i wanna see with a face painted in cum is venti, i just… ugh to see it clinging to his eyelashes and with his cute fucking face and teasing voice i can’t- he makes me so turned on.)

[signoras-pet]

𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒 ℍ𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕦𝕡 𝔹𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤

Pairing; Bottom! Hu Tao x Top! AFAB! Reader

Warnings; some plot, porn with plot, alcohol (but not enough to inhabit decisions), clubbing, University AU, sapphic, afab reader, praise, vanilla, virgin Hu Tao (no corruption kink), use of the word cunt, you wear a skirt

Summary; Nothing more than a uni hook-up between two women

Notes; So basically *lipbites* I should have gone home with the girl from the club and all I can think about is how good I was going to fuck her so now I'm writing this

Come get your Hu Tao Juice

!Minors/Ageless blogs DNI!

!Read under the Cut!

You weren't particularly game with going out this evening, but with the promise of some food and free booze you couldn't really say no.

It's not until the dancefloor actually opens that you meet her, she's a friend of a friend... of a friend.

Her name is Hu Tao. That's your first observation. And she's hot, like cult pulsing dumbly kind of hot. And what's even better? She's sapphic too, you're just winning and you haven't got anywhere yet

Though you're respectable, she's clearly into you grinning dumbly at your dumb flirts. She enjoys getting close to you as you dance.

At some point your friends are gone dancing elsewhere and the two of you are stood in front of each other. You laugh at how awkward the two of you are.

"I've never kissed anyone before" she confesses, her mouth a breath away from yours

"That's okay Hu Tao, let me teach you" you close the space between the two of you.

Hu Tao's lips are inexperienced.. but she feels good. Maybe it's because you're a little drunk on horny you forgive the way she clinks her teeth against yours... and the way that her way of giving hickeys are just biting down on your skin. It's forgivable, and besides with how loud the club is it's not like you can reprimand her.

Hu Tao desperately palms at your ass cheeks through your skirt, and before you know it your hand is up her shirt palming at Hu Tao's breast, pinching her hard nipple between your fingers. You swear you can hear soft moans and sharp intakes of air over the music as your hands work, signifying that you're easily doing a great job.

The two of you are at it for a while, to the point where you have her pinned against the wall desperately chasing her lips while she bites at your tongue. The people around you don't care, they're too busy jumping and dancing to the music. It's just you and Hu Tao, until...

A hand reaches out for Hu Tao's shoulder, it's her taller, older friend. You can barely remember his name. All you know it starts with a Z and that's it. The two exchange some words and before you know it Hu Tao is pulling you out of the club.

The next events are casual, you and your friends find a taxi home. She sits beside you, her hand getting dangerously close to making a mess on the taxi seats. You invite her into your house. Hu Tao doesn't have much time to take in the scenery as she pulls you in for a kiss.

Her hands explore more freely, palming desperately at your clothed tits, and even get so adventurous to pull up your skirt so she can feel the skin on skin.

"Let's go to my room" you tell her breaking away from the kiss and leading her upstairs, trying desperately not to wake any of your housemates.

Hu Tao walks into your room, already half way through taking her shirt off. You stare for a moment before grinning, you mouth is on her neck as your hands once again palm at her hard nipples. Hu Tao's intakes of air are so mesmerising, it's almost horrifically obvious that she's never actually used her voice to moan before. You could remark on how cute it is if you weren't thinking with your cunt.

She pulls away from the kiss and lays down on the bed, you hastily pull off your own shirt before sitting over her, straddling her hips down. It's her turn to explore your body, her fingers pinching at your nipples, she smiles as she watches them go hard under her fingers.

"Wow" Hu Tao remarks breathlessly "I never thought seeing a woman over me in real life would make me feel like this", you tilt your head as you watch her, half wanting her to explain how she feels to you "The way you're restricting my hips turns me on so much" she elaborates, you giggle

"I can tell, your nipples tell me a nice story about how you must feel" you tease leaning down kissing her lips again. Hu Tao hungrily responds, her hands move across your body as she wonders what kind of friction she can get from you.

You trail down Hu Tao's body, leaving hickeys in your wake. You hear her breath catch in her throat as your mouth closes over her nipple. You suck and tease, pulling at her nipple between your lips. Hu Tao lets out a shaky breath of air, her hips bucking slightly. You can only imagine how worked up her cunt may be. You trail more hickeys down to her stomach, you follow the light trail of dark hair to her belt line

"May I?" you ask your hands sit on the buttons of her trousers. You already know the answer from the way she squirms under your gaze. She nods a few times.

"Yes, yes please" Hu Tao almost pleads, she bites her lip as she watches you unbutton her trousers. You pull them off her legs before pressing your finger against her sodden undies. She squirms at the contact obviously enjoying the pressure. You then pull off her panties, you can see the way her inner thighs pulse with anticipation.

You trail a finger along her clit, she let's out a shaky moan. You smile having found a good way to make this woman on your finger make beautiful sounds. You move so your face to face with her, your fingers pick up a pace that causes Hu Tao to bite her lip. She looks at you with half-lidded eyes, her cute pupils that almost look like flowers look even cuter with this expression.

Hu Tao leans to capture your lips, which you do more than happily finally being able to feel all the micro expressions of her intakes of air and ever so silent moans.

As you feel Hu Tao get worked up, her hips chasing your fingers even as you move them slightly, your fingers move to her cunt. You easily slide in a finger. Hu Tao curses as she squirms on your finger. Her curses continue "Holy shit that feels so good" she speaks between breathless and quiet moans "Don't stop"

That's it, the invitation to move your finger faster, curling a little when you're knuckle deep just to see how her hips jerk into the air.

"Archons" Hu Tao pants with a grin "Oh that feels good" she giggles at the silliness of the feelings, "I think I'm-" Hu Tao is interrupted by her own breathless moan. You can feel the way her spongy walls clamp around your finger as you hear her moan, your fingers keeps moving as Hu Tao comes off her high. You can't help but smile at how slick with Hu Tao's fluids your finger is, and how completely fucked out she looks on your bed.

"I'll get you some water and you can decide if you'd like to stay the night here" you tell her leaning down to kiss her before disappearing off to get some water

[2jaeh]

TEACH ME I  TEN LEE

Genre: smut, mature themes

Warnings: corruption!kink

Stripper!Ten , Innocent!Reader

Word Count: 2,2k

Author SIN

What happens when the best dancer at your club offers you an offer of a lifetime, a lap dance, private and free off charge..

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“Table number 4” you heard the bartender call while your eyes were fixated on the crew setting up the stage in front of you. “Oh, yeah” you received the tray of drinks from him and sauntered over to a table in the far left corner.

You cleared your throat as you noticed the person who you were serving was your boss Miya, the owner of the club and a handsome young man dressed in a red leather suit. “Oh Ten! You dont know y/n right ? she's new here” Miya pulled out a chair for you to take a seat.

“H-hi” you nodded nervously as the red suited man's lips turned into a cat-like grin.

“This is Ten Lee” Miya introduced, “He used to work here a few years ago until he became famous” You watched as the man became bashful and shook his head, “I'm not famous, I'm just getting started.”

“Y-you were a waiter or-” your words were cut off by Ten’s laughter as he marvelled at your innocence. What was a girl like you doing in an all-male strip club ?

“Ten was our highest priced dancer, usually booked for the expensive bachelorette parties” Your boss explained as you mentally dissed yourself for even thinking he could've been a waiter.

You were extremely new to this world after all. One of your uni friends had you cover for her at this club not too long ago and the boss took a liking to you. She admired your patience with the drunk women who cried in the bathroom stalls and how you always worked hard even if the club barely had customers.

“Hey, I'll be with you in a bit Ten, I need to meet with the bridal party.” Your boss excused herself and jogged over to her office.

You sat in silence, your head down as you watched your fingers twirl in your lap. You knew he was staring at you. Ten scooted in the chair next to you and you heard him sip on his drink and exhale deeply,

“Ever had a lap dance y/n ?”

Ten sucked in his bottom lip and you felt your heartbeat race as he placed his arm on your chair, his eyes narrowed and his smile turned into a smirk,

“Babygirl you're so cute, do I intimidate you ?”

“I'm just a little awkward I guess” you tried to ignore the little pet name he had given you but it sent chills down your spine. Ten’s demeanor changed and his eyes seemed softer, he swiveled his body to face you and his bright smile shone in the dim lighting.

“I'm here for a special request, there's a rich bride who hired me and I'm going to be performing for her” Ten explained, you could see the excitement in his eyes like a kid in a candy store, “I want you to watch my performance”

“-but I’ll be working tonight-”

“No no, I’ll tell Miya to give you a chance to be part of the audience” Ten waved his hand and chugged his drink, “It’s not everyday I get a first time viewer, especially one thats as innocent as you”

“I have watched the shows before…” you swallowed as you noticed his eyes had darkened again.

“Yeah but you haven't watched me, now have you ?” Ten wet his bottom lip with his tongue and reached for your hand, “I’ll tell you what, if you enjoy it I’ll give you a private dance free of charge”

Your eyes widened at his offer. What does a star performer like him want to do with someone like you ?

“W-why ?” you managed to say,

“I dont know y/n you're just so goddamn cute it drives me crazy.”

The club lights finally turned on and it glimmered shades of pink and purple as the bridal party made themselves comfortable up front, already on their third round of drinks. You were amazed that women indulged in things like this much like men, but this atmosphere was better, more wholesome. It was one of the reasons you decided to take the job. You were quite awkward being open sexually, and everyday you learnt from the women who came in that it was nothing to be ashamed of.

“Okay ladies, now you know you're in for a treat” Miya said into a microphone as she walked onto the stage. The women went crazy, already pulling out stacks of cash from their designer bags and gathered around the stage in anticipation.

The lights dimmed and you nervously took a seat just behind the bridal party as requested by Ten and pursed your lips, not knowing what to expect.

A sultry beat filled the room, you could feel the bass under your feet as the women screamed their heads off when a few regular strippers gathered on stage in police uniforms. The men danced around, discarding various pieces of clothing but this was all too familiar to you. Nothing really stood out from other shows that you had seen until Ten appeared.

Ten emerged from the smoke, dressed in black leather pants and a matching jacket that showed off his bare chest adorned with a harness. He pushed back his hair as he slowly walked down the runway, the screams from the women obviously not being new to him. Ten got down to his knees as he looked over the bride-to-be, his eyes were mischievous as he slowly rid himself of his jacket and threw it into her lap. You watched intently as he ran his hand down his body, pushing his head back as if he were in ecstasy by his own touch.

You were hypnotized, watching his every move as he swayed his body along with the music and touched himself in the process. It felt so dirty to watch but you couldn't help yourself, you were intrigued, you wanted more. Ten wasn't as naked as the rest of the men yet you could tell that all eyes were on him and him only. He climbed up the pole, moving his hips against it, making love to it in front of everyone. You unconsciously squeezed your thighs together as you noticed his eyes on you for a brief second as his feet reached the floor and began grinding on the pole.

You felt light headed to the point of rushing to the bar and grabbing a glass of water, not realizing that the show had now come to an end and Ten was nowhere to be seen.

“He’s good huh” The bartender chuckled as you cooled yourself down,

“Oh yeah he’s really good” you sighed and you heard a snicker come from behind you.

“Well thank you” Ten grabbed a glass of water from the bartender and leaned on the counter to face you, “ready for that lap dance ?”

You found yourself nodding and Ten smirked, holding out his hand “Shall we ?” You took his hand and he led you upstairs where the private rooms were located. You never had a chance to check them out since they were rarely booked out because they were so ridiculously priced.

“Baby can I ask you one more question ?” Ten purred as he set you on the fluffy pink couch and stroked your cheek as you looked up to him and nodded,

“Y-yeah sure”

“Are you a virgin ?”

You shook your head and Ten raised his eyebrow, “Oh baby is a little naughty then ?”

You felt your face burn up and shook your head, “It was only with my ex-boyfriend and we didn't do…..much”

Ten placed a kiss on your hands and made his way to the cd player, ready to pick out a song. You sat awkwardly as he removed his jacket, standing in the middle of the room with just his leather pants and harness.

“Dont worry, I’ll only fuck you if you ask me nicely” he smirked, you swallowed hard as he swayed his hips and made his way over to you. Ten smirked as you sunk into the couch, your eyes practically devouring him as he danced slowly and sultry, concentrating on his hip movements as you bit down on your lip.

Ten got down on his knees and his hooded eyes locked with yours as he continued to sway to the music and his hands danced lightly over your thighs sending you into a frenzy. He pushed your legs apart and used his hands to lift himself off the floor until he was hovering over you, his eyes scanning every part of your body.

You leaned back so he could straddle you, allowing him to grind his body against you until you felt every part of him. “You can touch me if you want y/n” he whispered into your ear and you already found your hands on his waist, enamoured by how perfect his body was.

Ten wrapped his hand lightly around your throat and looked at your lips, waiting for a confirmation from you. Already nodding, Ten pressed his lips against yours passionately, literally and figuratively taking your breath away.

“Ten-I want you to…” you tried to speak against his rough kisses.

“Want me to what baby, use your words” he growled against your ear,

“What you said earlier….I want you to-”

“I said use your words tell me what you want me to do or else you won't get it babygirl” Ten squeezed your throat a little harder, smirking when he heard your pretty moan for the first time.

“I want you...to fuck...me” you finally said softly, Ten groaned at the sweetness in your voice. It sounded so innocent yet so vile at the same time and he couldn't contain himself any longer.

Ten ripped open your white dress shirt and skillfully pulled off your trousers, leaving you on the couch in just your matching lilac underwear. His smirk grew as you slowly reached for his pants, helping him unbuckle it.

He discarded his pants and propped your legs up on the couch as you sat there, spread open for him, wanting him. Ten got to his knees and took the sight in, the way he looked at you was absolutely filthy. He cocked his head to the side and took a seat on the floor, resting his hands behind him as he stared at you,

“Take off your underwear and touch yourself”

You swallowed hard at his words, you had never done something like this before and just him watching you like this made you slightly nervous. You played with the hem of your underwear and you noticed how intently he watched you, eager eyes and wet lips waited for you.

You gathered up the courage and slipped them off, bringing your fingers between your legs and hesitantly began to please yourself.

“You don't like to be touched, or do you want me to do it ?” Ten’s dark eyes bore into yours, “do you want me to teach you how to do it?”

Without giving him an answer Ten got in between your legs and his hands ghosted over your inner thighs, sending a shiver down your spine. He watched your eyes close as his fingers inched closer to your heat, dancing around but not close enough to where you needed him to be.

“Please” you whimpered as he teased you, placing soft kisses on your thighs as his finger finally entered you and your beautiful moan echoed throughout the room. Ten slowly withdrew his finger and inserted it at an agonizing pace, adding another when he felt you shift in your spot in frustration.

“Someones in a rush” he cooed as he slowly fingered you, bringing you to your breaking point multiple times. Ten finally decided to quit his games and pushed his fingers into your mouth as he used his free hand to discard his boxers.

Once you licked him clean Ten positioned himself in front of you with his tip at your entrance. “If it's too much tell me to stop okay, I can be a bit….rough” he ran his fingers through his hair and winked at you.

He pushed himself into you with one thrust and you threw your head back practically screaming his name. Unlike his fingers he wasted no time in bringing you to your climax with his fast sharp movements, hitting that sweet spot every single time.

You felt your orgasm build up rapidly and you threw your hands around his neck as he only moved faster, the room filled with your whimpers and his soft grunts. Ten dug his nails into your waist as he came undone with you, it had been a while that he actually felt that type of euphoria, and all he wanted was more, more of you.

“There's a lot I need to teach you y/n” Ten sighed as he took a seat on the couch and pulled you onto his lap, “Do you want to learn from me?”

You nodded already feeling yourself wanting him inside you again,

“Good girl.”

[kaebedom-me]

THE FVDJSNSBDJ LSSJ BIKER AU!!! AAAAAHSHDHAJSJJD!!!!! 💕💖💖💞💗💕💖💕💕 MWAHHH MWAHH PERFECTioOON!! ogei ogei ogeii i got a request!! how bout,, chaeya sending nudes to each other 🥺👉👈 like,, could be biker au! could be uni au?! whatever you want just go ham mwahh💕💖💗💞💗💕 -⭐

Allowing me to go ham i 💜💛💖💙💕🖤🤍💖💕 but also i can't decide which is better?? For this prompt nskfkfb

I'm so glad to do this ask rn 🥺🥺 thank you past star nonnie for the serotonin

Chaeya would be Addicted™ to sending nudes to each other lmAo

They're both such a huge tease + like getting teased

We're unclear who initiated the first nude but boy oh boy it's never gonna stop now

They're Kings of Sending Nudes at Inappropriate Times

Them knowing each others schedule so well and just "oh i guess i should just pop one over right now, that'll be funny"

In Uni!AU it's just them sending each other progressively more lewd pictures and texts during lectures to see who seeks out the other for a quick fuck

In Biker!AU sometimes they're away from each other for awhile, and the other person's prolly with their gang so it's hard to do anything, the person at home will do their absolute the fuck best to break the other one

Let's just say, even if there's very little privacy, they're still able to get each other off

Kaeya's nudes are 💦👌🏻👌🏻💦😩 ok The Best of the Best. You take one look as it and you know it should belong in museums

He sets up his nudes like a fucking photoshoot, ok. He's just extra like that

Has a whole like series per photoshoot session too, from fully clothed to half naked to just in his underwear then finally his birthday suit

Will add in a little lingerie too if he's feeling a little spicy

Kaeya's a little bit vain right HAHAHA he doesn't just take a nude then and there and hits send no

He takes photos of himself every time he thinks he looks sexy. So it could be him dressing up or taking off his clothes, tries on new lingerie or toys, when he's in the mood

He just snaps a pic and continues with whatever so he ends up with having an entire album worth of nudes for Childe

Childe's nudes are pretty normal. HAHAHAH Doesn't quite have Kaeya's pizzazz but Kaeya appreciates them all the same

The type or just snap a quick pic before and after

But does enjoy teasing Kaeya when he's out working out or doing something sexy

In Uni!AU, before and after his fights. And in Biker!AU, when he's dressed up to go for a ride

They both don't really send like dick pics that often? Rather just shirtless pics or videos of them touching themselves accompanied with their moans because they know its what drives each other wild

Childe when he receives nudes from Kaeya it almost always ends in phone sex because Childe's impatient and seeing Kaeya posing lewdly just 😩😩 he needs to be in Kaeya so bad

Like he knows they're not pictures of him at this very moment but the fact that Kaeya took the time out of his day to send a nude to him means he's want something

Kaeya though, he's very good at ignoring even the most scandalous videos from Childe. Leaves him on read for hours then sends him a pictures of himself sucking on a lollipop

If he's feeling spicy, he sexts Childe the raunchiest things in the middle of having dinner with his friends or something

Sometimes they both just??? Delay their gratification. So they call each other to rile each other up more, then one of then just ok bye gtg love you babe and??? Y'all did this for what?? (They'll tell you the orgasm when they do get to fuck is Top Tier)

Sometimes, if they really wanna bother each other when they're home alone and masturbating, they just send each other voice recordings of their moans and an inconspicuous emoji

They're always sexting too smh

Childe is also bold enough to set one of Kaeya's most artfully taken nudes as his homescreen wallpaper

Kaeya doesn't mind so he takes nicer ones whenever he feels like seeing a different picture of himself when he's going through Childe's phone

Nobody asked. But Childe's lockscreen is a selfie of the two of them whete Kaeya is giving him a kiss on the cheek. He refuses to change to anything less sweet

Of course, when he's visiting home he changes it HAHAHA he doesn't want to corrupt his younger siblings jsjfbg

🌝 Kaeya's favourite pass time is to send all of that spicy content to Childe when he's visiting home because he knows how torn Childe's going to be

Attaches like 1 nude and 1 voice recording of him getting off with the caption "miss you 🥺" and then follow up texts "how's Teceur and Tonia"

Childe hates but loves it so much, sure his siblings are with him almost all the time and can't have a moment to himself long enough to relieve himself but when he gets back home to Kaeya....

The sex marathon that follows; Kaeya's so wrecked he can't even moan properly, shooting blanks, lying limp and letting Childe manhandle him, and him going in and out of consciousness because he's so fucking tired is worth 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

Also Kaeya having enough of Childe's mediocre nudes one day

He teaches Childe how to pose, what parts of his body he'd like to see in nudes, the angle, lightings and stuff so he can get artistic nudes too

Childe indulges obv, his boyfriends deserves nothing less

But also Kaeya texting back like "not sexy enough try again" HAHAHAH

Childe texting back "fuck you" cuz he really tried for his bf ok

Kaeya's like "not w your pathetic excuse of a nude you can't"

If you're wondering if this is a type of foreplay between them the answer is yes

I feel like i forgot to metion before, but they totes have a hidden, password protected photo of each other in their phones

That's the nude album tho like the pictures and videos that they take of each other while they were having sex is in a different folderb

But that's another thing for another time 😩💦

[moonandstars]

beautiful : yuta

Plot : yuta is a underground boxer and somehow you work there too.

details : underground boxer! yuta

words : 4.9k

a/n : fucked around and made a mood board wbu

You start to dress up fast looking at the time. It was 8:30 PM. You had to be there at nine. You texted Johnny that you will be on your way soon. You pulled your black jeans and some t shirt and pulled over hoody. It was best to dress as simple as possible for the place you were about to go. You called your mother and told her you'd be going to sleep early today as you had an early shift tomorrow. The lies tasted so bitter on your tongue.

"Ah yes, sleep early and don't take too much stress. Also don't miss your meals. Otherwise I will come down there."

"Don't worry mum, I am perfectly fine." You said trying to sound as cheerful as you could. There was a little pause.

"You can tell me everything honey okay? I love you so much. You're my everything."

"I love you too mum, good night." You took a deep breath and went out of the apartment.

It was a little cold today , so you called a cab. You dropped off a block away from your destination. You walked there, it was shabby place. Not too crowded specially during the night. You walked to the gate and knocked.

"Who's it?"

"It's me,___" You said lowly. The gate opened and you walked in.

"Hey, you're on time. People have started coming in and they're gonna place bets now." Johnny said walking towards you.

You worked in a underground boxing matches, allowing people to place bets on the players. Not a dream job, not even an acceptable job for a girl like you, but it paid and that's what you needed. You only took bets on Taeyong, your friend and classmate. He was the one who introduced you to this place.

"Listen, I will never encourage you to take this spot. I did not even wanted to bring it up to you, but you told me you needed to make money but honestly I know you, and that place, that job is not for someone like you." He had told you. Looking guilty and anxious.

"It's okay. It's only for a short time and I'll find another one soon. Besides you will be there."

"Yes, yes of course."

Your whole day was spent in the uni and then your job at the cafe. You worked there till evening and then went home to rest a little and then you were here. You were thankful that matches only happened once or twice a week, during the weekend, so you could be here as less as possible. The only reason you could even make it here was because of Johnny and Taeyong. And they both always made sure you were safe and as comfortable as you could be in a  place like this.

You stood near Taeyong's spot near the ring and everyone started handing you money for the bets. He never lost, but still it was hard to see your friend end up bruised up at these nights. He was a monster in the ring. At first you were surprised at the sudden change because he was a whole different personality during the day, a shy friendly person, and here in this ring, he is ruthless.

"I am betting on Lee Taeyong." A man said and handed you the money. You tried to take it but he took your hand and grabbed you. You already knew what kind of man he was, you had enough of them here.

"And how much for you for the night?" He said with a smirk eyeing you. You jerked your hand and pushed him against the wall.

"Listen here you bitch, place your bet and get your fucking ass away from me." You spat in his face. A few months ago, you would not even imagine about being this brave but this place has sure taught you to be rough.

"Or what huh?" He started coming to you again. He was a stubborn one. As he tried to speak again, he was pushed back against the wall harshly by someone.

"Or I will make sure that even the street dogs won't  be able to find your fucking ass. Now move." You could only see the back of the person who tried to save you but his voice sure sounded compelling. The man backed away and walked off looking petrified.

The person turned around and smiled at you. And the only thing you could think was 'beautiful'. He has dark brown hair, almost too dark.

"You're okay?" His voice, his accent sounded different, he was not from around here.

"Oh yea, I am fine. Thank you." You said, still surprised. It was not usual for people to help someone here, it was dirty ruthless place after all.

"This place is full jerks." He chucked a little and it made you smile. His little laugh really sounded cute. It was like a dazzle in a dull place.

"Yeah that, I am used to it." You said and looked down. He was wearing a black tank top and black skinny jeans. His muscles moving has he used his hand to push his hair back.

"You should not be." He said, still giving you a small smile.

"Hey,___, Yuta? You're here. You're up next after Taeyong. You should go back there." Johnny said making his way towards you.

"Yeah sure." Yuta told Johnny and turned towards you. " Hi I am Yuta."

"___ and thank you again." You smiled and watched him walk away. You were numb for a minute. You felt a little warmth inside you and clenched your fist softly. For the first time in this dreary place, you felt something vibrant.

"Did something happen?" Johnny asked leaning against the wall and lighting his cigarette.

"No, he just helped me with some old jerk. Who's he?"

" Nakamoto Yuta. He's going to start fighting here from today. And I want you to take bets for him." He spoke, blowing out a puff.

"ME? What about Taeyong?"

"You can take for both if you want. They're friends so they won't fight with each other. Or I can help you out with Taeyong from time to time if you want."

"Why don't you take him?"

"I already have a lot and besides I want an honest one for him. You know others are just corrupted." He stated offering you the cigarette. You took it.

"Fine. I will do it." You responded with a puff and gave the cigarette back to him. "Seriously how many friends you have? As much as the people in the city?"

"I got more than that darling." He smiled. "Definitely more than that."

After Taeyong's match, he came up and sat with you and Johnny at the front. You all were waiting for Yuta's match. Somehow you were really keen for it. You already saw a little dangerous side of him when he helped you out before but you had no idea how was he going to fight. The matches here were not the ethical ones, the basic rules are to not kill anyone or do anything that will make the hospitals suspicious or get cops involved. Apart from that, it was whatever you do to win. You saw Yuta walking out as the crowed cheered, was he famous? why would the crowd cheer for a new guy? You saw him bending and going inside the ring and you could not focus on anything but him. His whole demeanor changed from before. He hair a little sweaty and falling down on his forehead. He tank top off him and he was only in his jeans, showing his abs. You watched as his knuckles were covered in tapes. You were confused as to why you were even paying so much attention to him. You never watched the fights here except for Taeyong's and then leave, but something about Yuta made you fixated on him.

The fight began and Yuta landed the first punch. You did not have much idea about fighting but it was clear that Yuta had experience and was very strong. His defense was sharp and rapid with hardly getting any blow and constantly punching out his opponent. It was an easy win and the crowd cheered. Johnny and Taeyong looked very confident about him.

"Told you he was gonna own. Come let's meet him." Johnny exclaimed and you all went to meet him.

"Hey man. Piece of cake was it?" Taeyong said and hugged Yuta. You handed him his amount and stood back.

"Thanks." He said and smiled. You noticed his eyes crinkled from the side. Even with a bruise on the jaw and blood on lip, all you could think was how beautiful that smile is.

"We're going to leave. See you tomorrow." Taeyong added. "Thanks for helping out ___." And you had expected this because Johnny can't keep his mouth shut. While leaving you mouthed a 'fuck you' to Johnny and he mouthed a 'you wish' back at you.

You sighed and leaned back in Taeyong's car. He always dropped you off after these nights, and you were glad that you had your friend with you.

"You should call me or Johnny if someone tries to bug you like that. I am glad Yuta was there." Taeyong said,making a turn. You did not wanted to tell him. The first time it happened, Taeyong was near you and he saw everything. He beat up the guy to pulp and caused a scene. You decided it then you had to handle your own fights.

"It was nothing. I told him off." You said smiling. "I did not know Yuta was your friend."

"He's Johnny's childhood friend. I have known him for quite some time but we have hardly time to meet. Now that he's here, I can see him more."

"He sure made an impression tonight." You said showing the cash to Taeyong.

"This was nothing to him. He used to fight in a different place before this and he's been a champion there."  Taeyong chimed.

"Ah that explains his popularity."

"You have never asked so much about anybody else before." Taeyong smirked and you decided to look out of the window. The sky was clear and with little stars scattered across it, the moon was lighting up the entire night. You never really wanted to know so much about anybody else before.

--

The next time you see Yuta is surprisingly is outside that boxing ring at the cafe you work at. He had a head band on, but still his hair were falling on his forehead. The football was dangling in his hands and the jersey hugging his chest. He was with Johnny, he turned around and noticed you, giving you an instant smile. You could not look away. The sun rays were falling on his face from the glass windows, and he was making his way towards the counter. You smiled, because confusingly his presence was so calming, you could  not help yourself.

"Hi, remember me?" He asked, his football by side.

"Yeah, of course. So you're on team?" You inquired, motioning towards the jersey.

"The captain." He said proudly.

"Well what would the captain and his friend like to have?"

"My friend would have whatever his regular is, and the captain would like to have the waitress's favorite drink and her number." He smirked. So you exchanged numbers, after all he was part of your group now.

You started seeing him more often on the campus, in the library, in the park ,cafeteria and he would always smile at you. Sometimes you would watch him from afar, you noticed he hardly ever talked to anyone apart from a few close friends and was mostly with Johnny or Taeyong. It was weird, he was the captain of the football team, one of the most handsome guy on campus, he should have been everywhere, but he avoided everyone. He was like a boat, trying to sail opposite of the waves.

It was Yuta's fifth time when he faced a nasty opponent and you knew things were not good when even Johnny looked concerned and not his usual snarky self. He won but with multiple wounds and his face and knuckles covered in blood. It was not new, you have seen Taeyong in this condition before but looking at Yuta, leaning on Taeyong, limping towards the car made your heart feel heavy. It was like somebody was injecting thrones in your chest.

"My match is still left, you take him, you know what to do." Taeyong said, and you knew exactly what to do. Going to the hospital was not an option for him, you learned it the hard way.

Taeyong was grunting, clutching his jaw with his hands. Your hands shaking trying to constantly wash the cloth and dabbing his blood.

"Please, let's go the hospital. It doesn't look good, I don't want to see you hurt. Please Tae-"

"And what huh?" Taeyong hissed. "Let the doctors see this. They will fucking know from where I got this. The cops will get involve. Bloody hell why can't you just dab it?" So you just did.

"I am sorry ___. I really am."  Taeyong said, after a long silence.

You helped Yuta inside and started grabbing out all the first aid kit. You have watched tons of medical videos specially for these nights.

"Alright, this is going to hurt a little." You said while putting the cloth against his face.  He didn't flinch, maybe he was really used to it. You quickly patched him up and applied the bandages.

"You will need to replace these for a couple of days." You stated, patting the bandage.

"Would you?" He asked, looking at you intently. "I suck at doing these stuff, and I don't have anyone else to do it." He whispered.

"Yeah, I would." You smiled. Lately you were finding it hard to say no to him. "I will pull out an extra mattress for you, you can stay here tonight."

"I see even these bruises can't tame my charms huh?" He smirked looking down at your lips. You were in the bathroom, beneath a bright light glowing over you, the smell of disinfectants and blood around you. It was always Yuta who was making you feel something vibrant when everything else was dull. He leaned in and you kissed him. Cautiously and softly. When you were breathless, he was resting he forehead against your shoulder.

"Thank you___." He whispered.

--

It was bright afternoon when you were sprawled in the university garden, with Johnny by your side, still a few minutes to start your cafe shift.

"You know Yuta is single."

"You know Mei is out of your league."

"Well darling  we both made if official so you can take your ass off me and stop directing the topic." He chirped. Of course he would end up with Mei, it was about time.

"How is he single? He's like the most desirable person out there, no offence."

"I said single, not a virgin. And offence is taken." Johnny said, lying next to you. "He has never clicked with anyone before, to have something serious. One night stands, meaningless sex, that's all I have ever seen."

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"Because I have known him forever, and for the first time I am seeing something different." He ruffled your hair and got up. "Time for work."

--

You sighed. You were supposed to meet Yuta after your shift, agreeing to replace his bandages and hang out you guess. Yuta left that night after the breakfast and you both carried on like usual. Surprisingly, it was not uncomfortable at all. He was still Yuta, the handsome guy who makes you feel like you could see the stars even in the darkest nights. You never had a serious relationship either, you wanted to tell Johnny. Not because you did not wanted to, but because you never had the time, always burdened with responsibilities, feeling like you will slow down if you tried to ever enjoy yourself.

"It's a clear weather today. Looks like there's going to be lot of stars." Yuta stated, standing next to you,  startling you.

"You almost gave me a heart attack Yuta." You gasped.

"There's a fair nearby, I heard it's cool and they're going to do fireworks tonight? Want to go?" Yuta asked, smiling like he always did.

So you went, your bag in one hand and Yuta's hand in another. There were indeed a lot stars today, sparkling continuously, like they were giggling at you both. The wind was cold but sweet, it constantly flew, like laughing in your ears. You looked at Yuta, the lights shining across his faces, his eyes glowing, lashed casting a shadow on his cheeks, you did not realize he was looking at you too.

"I loved it, thank you for taking me there." You said as you stood outside your apartment building, looking at Yuta.

"Thank you for coming with me." He responded. And you kissed again. This time it was sweet and nostalgic. You did knew what you both were, and you were scared to know. This was new, and exciting, a whole lot different from the life you have been living. So you thought it would be okay for a while to let things stay just the way they are.

--

You were cleaning a few tables when you saw Mei grunt a little while bending down. You took her to the counter and helped her sit. She also worked with you at the cafe.

"You should go home. I will talk to the boss." You said, noticing a few marks.

"No I am fine."

"What are you not telling me?" You asked, and she knew it was useless to argue.

"I fell from the pole. This guy was giving me a hard time constantly being on nerves about sleeping with him, so I was trying to avoid him and got distracted and fell. Awkward." Mei worked as a stripper. Works in a club not far away from the boxing place. She was an orphan, and was here on a scholarship. It's funny how you always found broken people like you.

"Anyways, how was your date?" She said winking.

"It was not a date. We just hung out."

"What? You guys are not like together? But I always see you guys together so I thought-"

"Well you thought wrong Mei, we are not together and we are not dating. I don't what it is, he's just my friend like every one else and you know I don't have time for anything or anyone right now. There's nothing special really." You said, flinching at the lies coming out of your mouth. You just wanted to not talk about it, until you made up your mind and talked to Yuta first. And looked up and saw Mei looking scared, staring past you.

You looked around and saw Yuta. Looking at you with a blank expression, the same one he has on while he is in the ring. You noticed a little flicker in his eyes. Anger, disappointment, hurt. His sweaty jersey and black jeans on. And he was out without saying anything.

"You fucked up." You heard Mei whisper.

--

You hurried up the stairs of Johnny and Yuta's apartment building. You had to see him, talk to him, yet you did not knew what you would say if you met him. You felt yourself getting out of breath. Just as you were about to take your next step, somebody pulled on your hand.

"Huh?Johnny?"

"You should not."

"I just-have-" you enhaled "have to see him. I think he-we"

"I get it. But right now is not the time."

"Why?"

"He got pissed off and drunk, bought some girl home. "

"Oh yeah." You said, sitting down on the stairs. You felt dull, numb, it was like the temperature dropped suddenly. You touched your throat, your neck, there was nothing but then why  you couldn't you breathe.

"There's match tomorrow. You can talk then. Come I will walk you down." The night was so cold. You looked up, no stars in sky tonight. It's like your darkness engulfed them too.

--

The match was horrible. Taeyong won. But all you could remember was his body in blood, with Johnny grabbing him and taking him away. It was all a blur. You were choking, crying, shouting how this time he needed a doctor. Yuta was holding you back, your tears falling on hands.

"He will be alright. He will be back." He kept chanting.

You were sitting in your room when Yuta bought a glass of water for you. Still frustrated, annoyed, at Taeyong, at Johnny, at Yuta , at yourself. Your anxiety was eating you up. You could feel everything was piling up on Yuta's nerves too.

"Here drink this."

"I don't want to." Silence for a few seconds. You heard Yuta inhale.

"Then what do you want? I told you he will be fine. We have connections to doctors who deal with his stuff. Johnny said it's nothing. What else is fucking wrong then?" He sneered.

"YOU KNOW WHAT IS WRONG?" You got up " You wanna know what's wrong? Huh? It's wrong that Taeyong has to end up being bruised every week so that he can pay his dad's bills. It's fucking wrong that Johnny has to deal with these shady people to make some money. It's-It's wrong that Mei has to deal with these perverts to survive. " You ranted. "It's wrong we all ended up here being so miserable. That we have to constantly compromise on this road in order to get the destination. And what I want? I want to stop feeling like I am choking all the time. I want to breathe. I want to be brave enough to tell you how much I fucking feel for you. Brave enough to allow myself to love, to feel, to actually live. " You crashed on the floor and closed your eyes.  You heard some footsteps and then some warmth. You felt the heaviness leaving you. You both sat there for a while, when he started getting up .

"Don't go." You spoke, pulling him towards you close, your nose brushing his.

It was the first time you actually felt his muscles, after seeing them from afar for so long. It was awkward, hot and passionate. It was like you both were trying to say something but could not find the words. So you used your hands, your lips. His grunts filling your ears. It was long after when he was asleep beside you, you looked around your discarded clothes on the floor and realized how you haven't seen him smile for so long.

The morning after was not awkward, not comfortable, just calm. You looked at Yuta, his face towards you, staring. His hair ruffled on your pillow, your finger tracing a scar on his shoulder.

"How did you meet them?" He whispered.

"Taeyong is childhood friend. We were neighbors, same school and now same university. He introduced me to Johnny. We all hit it off." He hummed. "You're not from here huh?"

"No. From Japan. Moved here in school, my dad got a job here. Met Johnny. Everything's a history since then."

"At what point it got fucked up?" You mumbled. He laughed, the voice ringing in your ears, it was like the warmth of ear muffs in a cold winter.

"It was a car crash. Both of them gone, just like this. No goodbyes, no love you's, no 'go to sleep, enough stories for today', nothing. Just silence. It was a like a black and white silent movie since then. I stayed with Johnny's family until my grandmother moved here to take care of me, helps me all she can. " He spoke, like a dream.

"You must really love her."

"I do."

"Your turn." He said, turning an imaginary mic towards you.

"My father was an abusive jerk. My mum suffered a lot, but one day she left. It was hard you know, she did not had a job. But still she raised me the best she could. I can't ask her for any more financial help, she doesn't tell me but I know how hard it was for her to send me here. So that's that."

"Your mother is a very strong woman."

"Seeing her work so hard, taking so much for me, I thought about dying so much. But I just could not. I am all she has."

"It's nice. To know you. To be able to understand you."

"Why would you want that Yuta?"

"Is it weird that there's a guy out here who's hobby is to try to understand you?" He spoke, barely a whisper, like a complaint, like it was unfair to him.

He was gone when you came out of the shower. You called Taeyong and he told you he was fine.

"A cast on the hand, and some bruises. Other than it's fine. Some rest and I will be fine."

"You're not lying, are you?"

"Never___."

A part of you was hoping Yuta would stay, after the morning you spent, talking about everything. You constantly replayed the conversation in your head. It felt unreal how he was just beside you just few hours ago, now he was gone. You wanted to talk him but what words were you going to choose. You looked at the bed, still unmade, the room still had a faint smell of his cologne. Even though he was not here, his memories still made you feel the stars were twinkling inside your heart.

--

"I love this smell after the rain." Mei spoke, as you both walked towards the park near the cafe, as you watched the evening disappear and the stars coming out . Johnny decided it was long time since the group hung out together and Taeyong wanted some fresh air after so many hours of sleep and pain killers. You knew Yuta be there too, after all Johnny said the whole group.

You saw Johnny and Yuta passing around the football and Taeyong sitting on the bench, laughing. You all talked, laughed and played. After a while, Johnny and Mei sat together, just looking at park fountain and Taeyong was writing something in his diary. Yuta was sitting under a tree, football by side. You went and sat beside him. His face covered in moonlight, his eyes closed.

"You left without a goodbye." You spoke softly.

"I thought you needed some time, you were upset last night."

"Do you think I slept with you because I was upset?"

"Should I think that?"

"No. I slept with you because I wanted." You sighed. "I did not mean what I said that day, in the cafe."

"Then why did you say it?"

"Because I was afraid, I still am. I saw my parents marriage crumble, I saw people change, I feel like you're too good for me. I am used to being alone, being responsible. I am on a journey and yet you feel like a destination." You spoke. He took your hand and held it.

"I have lost so much, I stopped feeling anything for a long time. And then I met you, and you I started seeing splashes of colors in white and the stars glowing in black, I could hear the voices again, people laughing, shouting, calling out each other. I am not your destination, but I want to be your journey. I want to be with you, beside you, I want to walk with you." He spoke.

"I want to be with you too. Being with you makes me feel the most vibrant, you make me feel like I can breathe, like I can stand up on my own. I used to feel like I was not supposed to feel happy or loved until I had everything, after meeting you, I know that the journey can be beautiful too."

"I used to see you in the university, always with Taeyong, Johnny and Mei. I wanted to approach you, but you looked just so happy with them." Yuta turned towards you and then smiled, his smile, the one that could light up the sky. "Then I met you this winter on a cold night,  and my life started to change since then. I miss you, I need you and I love you."

"Nakamoto Yuta, I love you too."

The kiss was sweet, full of longing, patience and love. The wind blew your hair, the stars were blinking at you, like they were laughing, the moon was bright, beaming at you, like it knew. You saw Johnny and Mei walking standing up and Taeyong closing his diary and smiling at you. You felt vibrant, not only on the inside but the also on the outside.

"You look beautiful." Taeyong said.

"Thank you for being here."

"I wouldn't let anyone else to be here."  Taeyong added. "Quite wonderful how all of us reached the destination huh, I am proud of us."  You hugged him.  "You have and will always be my little sister." He whispered.

"Shall we?" He asked, giving you his hand.

"Yes." You took it and walked down the aisle. You saw your mother at the front, Mei being your maid of honor, Johnny as the best man and then you saw Yuta. Standing at the alter, smiling at you, and all you could think was, so beautiful.

--

alright so i don’t know underground boxing scene works. knowledge is limited to the fanfics. this was supposed to be kinda slow or slice of life kinda thing. Also it doesn’t look like it but i’d really appreciate comments or ask, it’s a side blog so i can’t reply personal DMs.

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19 November: Unraveling

Word count: 1170 (ish)

TW: the mildest swearing yet, camera unreality

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Keefe Sencen's Journal

    Yesterday had the honour of being another day in which I was ruled solely by the tide of my emotions, and I am all the happier for it. Each day, it’s just a little bit harder to remember reality and pretend that maybe there’s a chance that this could be my life. It can’t, but I want it to be so bad. Reality has to come in and be dull and, uh, realistic. So rude of it, honestly. 

    And then all of that just fades away when Florent brushes against me and I know he’s just as into me as I am him. How hard would it be, really, to go down into the catacombs and make a little life for ourselves until the world forgets that we even exist? 

    Nevermind the fact that I was never supposed to get myself involved with anyone in the first place. 

    To be completely fair, it’s not my fault that he’s so pretty. It’s kind of impossible to not notice. It’d be more concerning if I didn’t. 

Transcript of Keefe and Florent Interacting. Again.

    How many more times are these two going to have the exact same conversation? We all get it. Plants are things that exist. Nobody fucking cares. Nobody should have to put up with this for so long. The best part is that none of the information is actually retained. It’s great.

    Florent asks, “Do you remember what this plant is?” to which Keefe’s response is, of course, absolutely not. It’s a tiny thing sticking out of the ground. That barely even counts as a plant. 

    Florent sighs, turning towards Keefe with something like affection in his eyes, strangely enough. “That’s a dandelion. There’s quite a few of them around here, if you haven’t noticed.”

    Keefe nods, and shows Florent a sketch of a plant. It’s unclear, but it has similar fan-shaped leaves as the pures. 

    “Remind me that one day soon we need to figure out how to get you to DM a DnD session.” 

    Keefe shakes his head, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. 

    “You’d be so good at it, I promise. I’ll start working on finding some victims.” 

    Keefe smiles, almost laughing before the expression drops from his face as he fixates on a point past the available field of view. 

    Florent notices this shift, and asks, “You good?” 

    Keefe weighs his options, most of which are not ideal, before finally saying, “Not here.” His voice is crackly from disuse, and he coughs to clear his throat before leading Florent down an alleyway. 

    “This is going to be a long story and most of it is not going to make sense.” 

    “Keefe, whatever it is, it’s okay.” Florent takes Keefe’s hand into his own, his thumb stroking soft circles into his skin. 

    Keefe flinches at the touch and, presumably, the rush of emotions that it brought with it. 

    “Where do I even start?” Keefe pauses for a painfully long time. “The relevant information is that the real reason I’m here is because I’m hiding from my mother. That’s why I was in Australia last week, that’s why I don’t exist—well that and the fact that I’m an elf so it’s kind of hard to have human documentation—and that’s definitely not something I should admit to because you’re going to think I’ve completely lost it and—”

    Keefe’s sentence is cut off abruptly by Florent pressing his lips against Keefe’s, his free hand moving up to cup Keefe’s cheek. 

    He pulls away and they spend a long second gazing into one anothers’ eyes. 

    “Calm down. You’re okay. We’re okay. Now, what do you mean about the elf thing?” 

    “I don’t really know how to explain it, you know? There’s elves in DnD, right? I don’t know any of the lore so I don’t know how similar we are, but there’s a whole bunch of us elves and our society is kind of a dumpster fire, which is kind of a long story—I sound completely mental, don’t I?”

    “A little bit,” Florent admits. 

    “Okay, proof. What can I do?” Keefe pulls out an Imparter. “This is an imparter—that’s not enough for you. Uh—there’s a random thing that elves can do called blinking and, well—” Keefe flickers in and out of sight for a fraction of a second. “--That’s pretty cool, I guess.”

    “Excuse me, what?”

    “Blinking? Yeah, that’s just a thing that we can do.” He blinks again just for emphasis. 

    “Alright, you got me. I trust everything you say implicitly. What can I do to help?” 

    Keefe, notebook open, begins sketching an elvenoid figure. “If this guy comes up to you, you don’t know me. You don’t know where I am. I don’t exist and have never existed and will never exist.” 

    “Am I allowed to know who that is? Your brother?” 

    Keefe lets out a bitter laugh. “He’s one of my mother’s little henchmen. Don’t tell him I called him that. His name is Gethen and he is part of the organisation that my mother runs. Or, at the very least, runs for now. There have been quite a lot of managerial restructuring recently.”

    “Is it okay if I give him some plant trivia?’

    “Do what you have to do, my daisy. I’m sure he would absolutely hate it because he’s a bad person who doesn’t know how to have fun.”

    “You say that like you’ve ever listened to anything I’ve told you about plants.”

    “Yes, but that’s because you make my brain stop functioning.”

    Florent smiles, and they kiss again. Hitherto this variety of behaviour has been undocumented in elves, and, as such, it is quite interesting from a research standpoint. More investigation is required to find out if this may be a side effect of certain dependent variables. 

    “I love you,” Keefe whispers. “I want you to know that. I’m—there’s a very good chance that I’ll leave here and never see you again—”

    “I could come with you,” Florent interrupts. 

    “You have a life here.” 

     “Plants live pretty much everywhere. I have marketable skills.”

     “And you have a family. I don’t think they’d like it if you went off gallivanting through the countryside with a guy you met a week ago. Even if they did, you’re still subject to child endangerment laws. It’s not worth upending your entire life over.”

    “Then give me your damn phone number.”

    “I don’t have a phone.”

    “Email address?”

    Keefe exhales. “I don’t even know what that is.” 

    Florent breaks eye contact, focussing hard on their intertwined hands and blinking rapidly. 

    “I just don’t need you to get tangled into my mess more than you already have. I want you to be safe, above all else. It’s okay if you hate me for barging into your life like this and leaving it a mess. It’s a price I’m willing to pay and, for what it’s worth, I’m sorry. For a lot of things.”

    “I love you too,” Florent whispers. “Come back here when you get a chance, alright? I’ll wait for you.”

[horanghaechan]

Wicked Games (Johnny) pt.1

pairing: Demon!Johnny x Dancer!You (female character)

word count: around 9k

synopsis: Oh, the things you do for money...  NCT had a reputation: filthy rich and handsome. Their parties were known to be god tier and they used to pay extremely well to have girls dancing in them. However, when some weird rumours start to spread, all your colleagues backed out... But not you. 

Inspired by Wicked Games - The Weeknd. 

(Part 2/final here)

[a/n]: i actually had a side-blog once and posted it there but i got author’s block and deleted everything. anyway, i’m rather proud of this scenario so i decided to post it again lol ~ also, english is not my first language so any grammar/etc mistake please tell me!

Let me see you dance I love to watch you dance Take you down another level Get you dancing with the Devil Take a shot of this But I'm warning you I'm on that shit that you can't smell, baby So, put down your perfume (…) Listen, ma, I'll give you all of me Give me all of it, I need all of it to myself

 Youngho opened the door to the main room and smiled. It wasn't the first time that everything went wrong, and probably wouldn't be the last. He pushed a wooden stool to the side and walked to Yuta, wondering exactly what had happened.

“The rumours about us are getting more and more frequent.”

“Humans.” He snorted. “And this is preventing the party from happening, I suppose?!”

“The strippers don’t want to come... I mean, except for one.”

“Oh.” Youngho smiled. “Why?”

“It seems that she doesn't believe in God, therefore, doesn't believe in us.” Yuta made a gesture with his hand, pointing to them. “Fortunately, she said she has four more friends that are willing to come, but we're going to have six less dancers.”

“Fuck it, bro. That's more than enough. We promised strippers, didn’t we?”

“You're right.” He nodded. “Well, I will report to Taeyong that we can still host the party.”

●●●

After receiving confirmation from her boss, Y/N entered the van with her friends. She didn't understand why the other girls had dropped out at the last minute… She would never do it, the payment was just too good to ignore. However, she was kinda happy that they did, because now she could receive their money instead.

“You know what they say about there, don't you?” Laura wondered.

“That it is a huge house full of billionaire, drop-dead gorgeous men.” She lifted an eyebrow.

“No, silly. About it being haunted!”

“Nonsense.” Y/N shook her hand. “This only exists for those who believe in it.”

“But a friend of mine was at a party there and said he saw some weird stuff...”

“Your friend was probably drugged and had a ‘bad trip’. Get over it, Lau.”

“You are so sceptical that it drives me crazy, Y/N!” Laura rolled her eyes.

“And you're too deluded, but that doesn't mean I lose my patience every time.”

Despite being best friends, Y/N found it hard sometimes to live with someone like Laura. You could hold her hand and say ‘Lau, the sky is black, actually. However, because of a curse, we are forced to believe it is blue.’, and the girl would (probably, 70% of chance) believe it. She was very naïve for 25-years-old woman; which made it all extremely worrying. 25-year-old girls were not so innocent. Y/N was 23 and she knew more than enough.

“How's uni, Y/N?” Inez, another friend of them, changed topics in order to calm down the mood.

“Good, as far as the last semester can be. And yours?”

“Dentistry is wonderful, I couldn't be more pleased!”

“You can ask me too, Inez.” Pelinsu, the youngest of the group, raised her hand as if to show she was there. “In fact, I'm going to tell you anyway.”

“Nobody is interested to know how things in the college prep course are.” Inez mocked, making girls laugh. “When are you going to quit it?”

“Even if I need to stay there for 15 years, I won’t give up.” Pelinsu sighed. “It’s my dream to become a doctor.”

“You can do it, dear.” Laura tried to cheer her up.

The way to the mansion where they would dance was filled with laughs and loud conversation. The four of them meeting and spending time together was rare, because they all had busy lives. It was a miracle that they all had a “free” day and could work together. 

The house was located at the top of a hill. Y/N was amazed at the view, lots of green trees and abundant nature. It was always so healing and special to be at places like that. Looking through the window to the road behind, she didn't notice her friends getting off the car and greeting a group of guys at the mansion’s gates.

“Excuse me?” An unknown voice brought her back to the present. She turned to where she thought the voice came from, and felt a shock through her spine. She had seen beautiful men before, but... That was different. He was different. With dark hair, a beautiful nose, puffy lips and the sharpest of the gazes, he emitted a mysterious and charming aura. She couldn’t stop staring at him; it was like she was hypnotised. Oh, boy, that was a dangerous thing to do.

Y/N didn’t fuck with business.

Literally.

“Sorry.” She cleared her throat. “I got distracted.”

“No problem.” He smiled and she swore the sun shone stronger. ”Your friends are already inside the house. You must be…?” Stretching his hand, the handsome man offered help so she could come off the van. Well, in addition to his killing looks, he was a gentleman.

Dangerous. Extremely dangerous.

“Y/N. Just Y/N.” She responded lethargic, accepting his hand. Despite the typically hot weather of summer, the man was cold. She felt a sudden dizziness, but decided to believe it was because she spent a lot of time sat down. “Mr. Totti said that if we stay until the end, we can get the other strippers payment. Is this true? Because if it is, I need to talk to the girls so we can make shifts and not get too tired.” Y/N stared at the mansion, looking up and smiling. “What a beautiful structure.”

“I agree.” Youngho replied. “I'm Seo Youngho, by the way. But everyone calls me ‘Johnny’.”

“Johnny?” Y/N questioned, and he gifted her a small smirked.

What a beautiful structure, indeed.

Tall and handsome. Just like a fucking castle.

“It seems easier to remember.” He shrugged. “Anyway, what Totti said is true. But, I don't think you girls need to work until the end; after all, a lot of people are going to be so drunk they will barely notice what is happening. We can set an ending hour, if you want.”

“Of course. How late, then?”

“3:30AM?” He smiled again, mesmerising.

“3:30AM.” She nodded. “To where should I go now, sir?”

“Go up the stairs and turn right, it's the first door.”

“Thank you, Johnny.” Y/N gave him a small bow, smiling, and rushed into the house.

“You’re welcome, Just Y/N.” Johnny sighed, strangely relaxed.

 The house was decorated like an oddly but good mix of Greek and Iberian palaces. Y/N liked it, because the fusion made her have another perception of both styles. When she arrived at the floor that Youngho told her, Y/N got surprised as she looked out in one of the large windows of the hall: near the end of the huge garden, she found another road, but it disappeared into the forest. Were they that high?

“How tall is this mountain?” She asked while entering the room.

“Y/N! Why?” Inez dropped her makeup bag in one of the dressing tables.

“I saw a road behind the garden and it ends in the woods. I thought there was only one way to get up here, but I guess I was wrong.” She shrugged. “I talked to Youngho and he said that if we work until 3:30AM, we win the payment of the other girls.”

“I could never be as thirsty for money as you, Y/N.” Lin laughed. “I’m up for it, though.”

“Do I need to answer?” Inez smiled with satisfaction, doing an “ok” sign.

“I need this money.” Laura agreed. “How is this going to work, then? Do we do shifts?”

“I think it’s easier that way, because later we will be tired and then we won’t have much energy to dance correctly.” Y/N opened her backpack. “Who wants to be the first?”

 Doyoung grimaced upon hearing the girls’ laughter. He didn't like noisy humans, but he couldn't deny that they were very beautiful ladies, so it made up for the mess. At least Y/N and her friends were not afraid of them and crying nonstop.

“Are you the bodyguard of the group?” Youngho smirked when he found Doyoung in front of the room’s door. “I didn't know we had hired one.”

“Go to hell, Johnny.”  Doyoung rolled his eyes. “I'm here to make sure that no one will escape.”

“Hell?” Youngho laughed quietly. “They are being paid – a good amount and above average, to dance. Why would they run away?”

“The rumours...”

“Get over these rumours, Doyoung.” Youngho shook his hand. “There’s nothing that a good party and a few drinks won’t make them forget.”

“Taeyong will be mad if we do this again.”

“Taeyong gets mad about everything.” The tallest one shrugged. “And between losing his way of life here or being mad for some minutes, I guess he'd rather be pissed.”

“Your arrogance never ceases to surprise me.”

“No wonder I died because of it.” He laughed.  “I'm going to talk to Yuta.”

“Wait.” Doyoung held his arm. “You have noticed Y/N, haven’t you?”

“How could I not? I almost went blind.”

“It's been quite a while since we've seen such a light.” Doyoung crossed his arms. “It's going to be an interesting night. Do you think Taeyong have seen it too?”

“I don't know if they met, but I assume he already knows. The energy in the house is weird.”

“Good. We have everything settled to go wrong.” Doyoung smiled excitedly.

 Giving one of the most exclusive parties of the city was an easy task, and in them, finding people willing to sell their souls was easier. Renewing their strengths on the sins of others resulted in a common way for demons to remain in their human form, but finding the right sin to catch was a bit complicated. Youngho used to search for drug dealers and criminals, but he was interested in something much better right now: corrupt a being of light. He had heard two or three stories of demons who corrupted beings of light and it looked extremely tempting. It was a divine blessing (no matter from which “side” it was coming) that Y/N had crossed his path. The fact that she did not believe in God or Demons was just a bonus.

When Johnny came down, already dressed up for the party, he found the four girls working on their stages.

“Ladies, you look all delightful.” He smiled charmingly. “If you want to have a drink before we get started, just to relax, don’t hesitated to ask.”

“It would be wonderful.” The tallest of them, whose name was Inez, smiled.

“Thanks, but I don't drink before working.” Y/N dismissed it with a hand gesture.

“Water, then?”

“I don't want anything for now, thank you.” She went back to testing the pole dance, ignoring him. Johnny could smell the excitement pouring from her, but he didn't know exactly for which reason.

Having to attend to guests and strike small conversation with some “friends”, Youngho forgot about his smalls problems. He spent a big part of the night overseeing everything from afar and keeping the house in order, so Taeyong wouldn’t snap.

Around 2 A.M., many people were hammered, but not enough for him to try buying their souls. Youngho had just let Yuta in charge of the drinks when the lights shone in flashes, bringing the attention to the main stage. Y/N stood up in the middle of it, wearing a Burlesque style burgundy set, looking as beautiful as an angel could. Extremely tempting and untouchable. He was sure that Lilith would’ve wept in pride if she saw her.

A very calm melody began to play and she moved within the rhythm. Y/N was keen on showing how well she danced, how good she could twirl around and seduce. The audience made a sound of surprise as she snapped an unseen whip, and used it up on her body, snapping again close to her leg, giving the illusion that she had whipped it in herself. Youngho approached the stage, feeling the need to appreciate it from a closer place. She knelt on the floor – a submissive pose that used to drive men crazy –, then crawled to the edge of the it, letting everyone see the outline of her breasts. Youngho giggled despite the discomfort in his trousers. He was a sexual being, he had no doubt about it, but he had never felt so horny about a stripper. Y/N just needed to keep up with those daring moves and pin-up style that he would consider finding someone to have sex with as soon as the show ended... And he hoped she was willing to play that role.

“This girl dances very well.” One guy commented near him.

“At the moment, I really want to use that whip and erase her overbearing smirk.” The other replied. Youngho raised an eyebrow, smiling.

“She has a boyfriend.” Johnny couldn’t help himself from replying.

“Well, what an imbecile boyfriend she found, then. I wouldn’t let my girl do it!”

“You see, I’m sure he doesn’t even know she's a stripper.” The first guy laughed. “Those girls with these innocent faces are the most dangerous. He probably thinks she's sleeping now.”

“In fact he knows she's a stripper, he even encourages her to do so.” Youngho felt his stomach clench in disgust. He hated mortals, that was undeniable, but he liked women. It was no doubt that the world’s Lord and Saviour came from one of them. “What is beautiful was meant to be seen.”

“Even so! He's giving his woman in a tray for other guys.”

“I’m really confident in myself.” He smiled as he noticed their eyes widening.

“Good God, we didn’t know! Really, we’re sorry for saying that!” The one that wanted to whip Y/N wilted. Youngho wanted to laugh, but he had to keep his pose.

“Relax, you were not the first ones.” He shrugged, holding back the laughter.

Another song started and Y/N approached the pole dance. Youngho stopped caring about the audience and focused on the girl who passed a glorious leg by the pole. He caught a sigh as she turned around and paused with her butt facing the public. Youngho thought about several things, especially spanking and biting. The thought intensified as soon as they exchanged a glance by mistake. She was probably looking atound at people and her gaze fell on him... Not that he was complaining; he could feel how she had changed minimally when they faced each other. Johnny licked his lips and Y/N felt a pang in her heart.

She did her best to keep the dance level professional, but with every twirl or choreography move, Y/N knew Youngho was watching her and his attention was simply too good to ignore.

 After returning to the room and showering, Y/N was ready to call her friends and leave. She just needed to get the money from... Youngho. She let out an unrecognisable sigh, something between resignation and debauchery. Of course, she would have to talk to him after their little… Thing. Armed with her finest femme fatale pose, she opened the door.

But Youngho was expecting her first.

“Just Y/N.” He smiled politely.

“Johnny.” She squeezed her hands, for she had nowhere to put them but the pocket of her shorts... And that would be weird.  “I was going to look for you.”

“And I was expecting you to do so.”

“Uh... About the payment...” Y/N cleared her throat uncomfortably.

“Can we discuss this in my office?”

“Yes, of course. Wherever you feel better with.” She took a deep breath.

“Your performance was wonderful; I have heard many compliments.” Feeling that Y/N was tense, Youngho chose to take it easy. Her light was so tempting, it looked so delicious, that he could not afford to make a mistake and lose it.

“Thanks.” Y/N forced a smile.

The two of them went up to the third floor of the mansion, where Youngho had his office and bedroom. Y/N was surprised by the elegance of the place, because she did not expect men to be organised and to have good sense at that age... Well, she did not know how old he was, but it should not be more than mid-twenties?!

“Please sit down.” Youngho pointed to a leather chair in front of his mahogany table.

“Thanks.” She swallowed hard. It seemed strange and wrong to be there.

“How about we drink something?” He suggested. “Liquor? Whiskey? Vodka?”

“I don’t drink alcohol, Youngho.” Y/N shook her head. “But a glass of water would be great.”

Youngho smiled. Since she did not drink, it would be difficult to make her feel relaxed, but he wouldn’t give up. Opportunities of that magnitude appeared only a few times in his... Life? Death? Existence?

“Well, I wanted to know if you'd prefer cash or...” Giving her the water she asked for, Youngho sat down in front of her.

“Whatever is easier for you, sir.” Y/N shrugged. 

His eyes flashed mischievously.

Sir.

It was cute, though. Being near him made her aura shine brighter and it kept alluring him. If only he could drug her… It wasn’t playing fair, surely, but when did demons play fair, to begin with?!

“So, here it its.” Johnny stood up, opening a small door in one of the cabinets and taking a faux leather handbag from inside it. “Here’s all the payment, as if we had ten girls in total. You can share with your friends the way you want.”

“Oh, alright. Thank you so much, sir.”

“Drop that ‘Sir’ thing, princess. I’m way too young for it and it’s way too sexual for me.” He smirked, sitting next to her. “Wanna count?”

“Yeah, that’d be reasonable.” She opened the handbag and her fingers grazed against his skin for just a tiny second, but she felt the same dizziness and coldness.

They counted together, just so she could make sure she was receiving everything. Johnny noticed how interested Y/N was in money, and started plotting. Maybe he could bribe her into being corrupted? Maybe he could pay her to have sex with him (which would make him twice as happy)? Maybe he could use money to convince her to commit a sin or something? However, as soon as she finished putting the cash back, she stood up.

“Thank you again, Youngho. It was a pleasure dancing here.”

“I assure you we feel the same.”

“Good.” She cleared her throat. “Goodbye, then. Have a great�� Dawn, I guess.”

“Can you spare me a minute, please?”

When Y/N looked at him, she knew what he was going to say. She received the same offer a thousand times. It used to be offensive, but now she was alright with it. What pissed her off, though, was that she was tempted to accept it this time. He was different from the other guys. He had charms, smooth talking voice, those pouty lips and silky hair. Youngho was broad and tall, making her wonder how sexy it’d be if he caged her in, occupying all the space between them. His eyes had a amber glow she didn’t notice before, looking like hot cognac, and her mouth dried. It’s been years since she last drank alcohol, and brandy was her favourite beverage.

She was thirsty for cognac.

Or was it for Seo Youngho?

“Yes, sir.” She replied automatically.

“There you go again.” He smirked, but it had a pinch of humour in it. As if he thought she was, somehow, cute. “Well, Y/N, I’ll be really blunt since I hate tiptoeing around things.”

“Good, because I hate it too.” She thanked her amazing self-control because her feet stood their ground, not shaking with the anticipated offer.

“Do you have a ride back home, right?”

“Yes, I do. We all do, actually.” Y/N frowned.

“What about a place to put all this money?”

“Yes, Youngho, I do.”

“And a boyfriend? Do you have one?”

She couldn’t believe it at first, but then she grinned.

“Smooth as fuck, sir.” Y/N felt goosebumps all over her skin. “But no, I don’t have one yet.”

“Yet?”

“It’s not that I’m looking around, but one may come eventually, don’t you think?”

“I’m surprised he didn’t arrive sooner.” Youngho blinked, his eyes shining even more. “But it makes things easier for me. Would you like to hang out any time? Maybe have dinner…”

Y/N gulped, a bit shocked. She hoped he’d be like “I can pay you around 3k, so maybe you can suck my dick and let me fuck you?!”, because that’s what she used to hear from the guys that wanted to sleep with her. Being a stripper, sometimes and for some people, meant she was also a prostitute. It was “common knowledge”, even though it was wrong. But at least Johnny seemed interested in having dinner with her first.

That was too dangerous.

“Sorry, Youngho, but I don’t fuck business.”

To her surprise, he laughed. A relaxed, full of humour and sweet sound. Nothing erotic nor offensive. He laughed as if she really told him a good joke.

“You don’t accept drinks, don’t accept dinner offers… Then you don’t fuck business. What do you do, Y/N?” Johnny crossed his legs. His trousers were thick against his thighs, she noticed. Oh, it was torture to acknowledge his strong muscles since she wasn’t able to sit on them.

“I accept payments and pretend I have some sort of power over men.” Y/N smiled. “Excuse me, then, Youngho. The girls might be tired and wanting to go home.”

“I’ll see you again, Y/N.” He said.

“Yeah, maybe.” She shrugged, opening the door.

“It wasn’t a suggestion, princess.”

Y/N swore she’d never forget the diabolic shine he had in his eyes.

●●●

And she never did.

During two whole months, Y/N felt as if Johnny was observing her, even though it was impossible. They never met after the party. Not even once. No one talked about him either. Totti had five more jobs for her, in exclusive parties, but no Seo Youngho in them.

However, every time she arrived in university it was as if someone was following her. When she went home, until she locked up her door, she felt eyes on her. When she was sleeping, she had glimpses of those golden eyes although Johnny had nothing to do with her dreams. Every once in a while, she felt the coldness of his skin.

He was slowly driving her crazy.

On that specific Wednesday, Y/N had had the worse of days. First of all, her teacher made her re-do her paper because she didn’t used the theory she (her teacher) wanted. Then, her job was shit since one of the new interns fucked up a project and she had to clean up their mess. So, thinking that her evening would end better, Y/N had the worst part: her tennis coach cancelled the class because his wife was giving birth.

Capital!

No good grades. No productive day on her job. No “stress-relieving” sports night.

It was indeed amazing.

To top everything, she received a call from Totti when she had just arrived home. Sad days like that reminded her of the only antidote to sadness: Arabic food from the Lebanese food-truck two blocks away from her building. One of her favourite cuisines was the Arabic one, and she was the luckiest girl ever when she found out about that food-truck.

“Hello Kashir!” Y/N smiled when she saw the middle-aged man. “Today I’m exceptionally hungry, so let’s make it a huge order: one large Lebanese beef schawarma, fattoush and baba ghanoush dip, please. Also, I want two attayefs with extra cream.”

“Wow, you’re really hungry. Two desserts in one night?!”

“Attayefs are my weak spot, Kashir.” She shrugged.

“Alright, little lamb.” He smiled. “It’ll be ready in a minute.”

Y/N sat down to wait for the food, and while at it, she checked up her Instagram. Lin had mentioned her in a picture of a celebrity they liked. When Y/N opened it, she decided she was actually overrated. Her smile seemed fake, her eyes had no expression and the way her arms were wrapped around Seo Youngho only made her look like an attention whore.

She closed her phone as soon as she zoomed in his face.

Those eyes – kinda gold even in pictures – had that hint of cognac that drove her mad. How was that possible?! Y/N never met anyone with eyes like his.

He said that they’d see each other again, but turns out he had other things to do.

Or girls…

“The incredible Johnny Seo.” Y/N mocked the actress’ subtitle. “What’s so incredible about him tho? Being good-looking is nothing nowadays.” She scoffed.

Oh, for fuck sake! She was getting jealous over him!

Could the day get any worse?

 “You smell like Arabic food.” Totti smiled.

“Yeah, I ate some for dinner.”

“Good, so you’re happy.”

“Yeah, Totti, I am. But I have this feeling that my happiness won’t last…”

“Nah, don’t say that.” He waved a hand. “The thing is: I got this huge, huge deal.” He waved again, stressing how ‘huge’ it was. “And they want you.”

“They?”

“Actually, him. But, of course, I told him that it didn’t mean you’ll sleep with him. Also, that if he makes you uncomfortable you’re free to leave without finishing your performance. And, if he touches you without your consent, he’ll have to pay twice the price.”

“But who is he?”

“This I can’t tell you, it’s part of the contract. However, we can call him ‘Devil’.”

“Oh, fuck, Totti.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re really selling me to someone I don’t even know?! What makes you think I’ll accept doing it?”

“I’m not selling you, Y/N! You know I’d never let you go to some creepy dude! You’re one of my golden girls, for fuck sake! What do you take me for?!” He frowned, offended.

“The thing is: I have no idea who the fuck ‘Devil’ is.” She mocked the nickname. “And I have to re-do a fucking paper because my teacher is a cunt. Literally. Also, Janet, this new intern, fucked up a building renovation and I had to clean up her mess the entire evening. I’m so exhausted I can’t even think about dancing to some unknown weird guy.”

“Y/N, Jesus Christ, he’s willing to pay 14k for you. Can you fucking imagine?! 14k just for you to wiggle around and whip him in the thigh.” Totti almost screamed. “I mean, 14k is what you’re gonna receive after I take my part.”

Her eyes grew at the payment.

“14,000 pounds? You swear?!”

“On my mom’s life. 14k, girl!”

“W-what the fuck.” She was shocked.

No one ever offered so much money to have her. No one ever seemed interested in only having a private dance for 14k. If this guy wasn’t crazy, he was obsessed about her.

“I’m in.” She gulped, replying as fast as possible. She couldn’t back out when so much money was on line. The things she could do with that… The places she could go! “I’m so in.”

“Oh, girl, when money talks…” Totti smirked. “Get ready for Friday, 9P.M. I’ll get a car to take you there. Don’t worry, it’s in a hotel.”

“People can still get murdered in hotels, Totti.”

“Yeah, but not you.” He winked. “Relax, really. He’s a VIP member of my club and he’s extremely respectful towards women. If anything bad happen, he knows I’ll have his head.”

“Good; it’s good that you pretend to care with so much confidence.” She joked, but her heart was beating fast. She’d definitely tell the girls about it, so they could just be aware.

●●●

Y/N finished her second cognac glass, thriving on the hot and sweet syrup. She paid the barman and walked to the lobby again. Breathing in and out, slowly, she gathered up enough courage to go to the hotel room her “guest” was in. Pressing the 24th button, the last floor, she waited for the elevator to arrive in there.

The 2402 room had its door a bit open, an invitation to her just walk there, without knocking. Her stomach flipped with anxiety, since she had no idea with whom she’d deal with. It was moments like those that she wished she had faith to lean on and ask for protection, since she was afraid. However, her religion was money and she’d get down on her knees and do whatever it wanted. Y/N blinked twice, taking a deep breath and stepping in.

It wasn’t a regular hotel room, she noticed. The wide space had glass windows that faced the city lights instead of walls. On the bed space, it had an amazing black brick wall; two medium yellow light lamps illuminated the silky grey bed sheets and gave it a sensual atmosphere. Next to one of the window-wall, a round dinner table was set. Y/N felt a strange comfort in being there… Minimalist decorations were her weak spot, honestly.

She left her purse on the dining table, amused that it really had food in it. Before she could restrain herself, one of her hands grabbed a strawberry.

The door made a locking sound.

Devil had arrived.

“Oh, you’re already here.”

She turned around only to find Seo Youngho dressed in a silky red suit, his black hair parted in the middle, his dark, cognac eyes shining in a low glow. And she knew, in that very specific moment, that they would sleep together.

“So it was you.”

“I said we’d see each other again.” Johnny smiled.

“I thought you were too busy being The Incredible Johnny Seo to remember me.”

He frowned for a small second, and then smirked – his gaze turning into something more predatory. So she saw the picture and she felt slightly jealous about it... Wow, his day just couldn’t get any better. He had it all schemed in his mind, prepared for a battle, but Y/N was making it so easy.

“And I thought you were too busy not fucking business to remember me.”

She scoffed.

“What does this even mean?!”

“This mean that I paid for a lap dance and I’m eager to have it.” He said, relaxed. “And, maybe, just maybe, if you behave like a good girl, we can dine together.”

Y/N scoffed again.

“You’re so arrogant, sir.”

“Yeah, they tell me this all the time.” Johnny pointed to the bed. “Should we do it there?”

“No, just grab a chair and… Ugh, put it anywhere.” Y/N gestured vaguely.

Deciding she’d make a mess of that arrogant face, Y/N prepared herself to the best lap dance she could give someone. Having created a new performance, she didn’t bring the whips and the Burlesque lingerie she used to wear; instead, she had this emerald velvet and lace set – with a triangle bralette, together only with a black velvet choker and her black heels. Turning on the song, Y/N sighed, getting rid of all her stress. It was time to get into character.

Youngho was sitting in the middle of the room, but somehow right in front of the bed. Playing the music, Y/N walked slowly towards him. Her eyes focused on his figure, taking in how gorgeous that man was. It was weird that she still couldn’t get over his beauty, it was like he awakened all her hidden lust… Like he was always trying to find a way to seduce her.

Touching the hem of her dress, Y/N started her performance. She could feel his eyes boring into her, totally interested by what she could offer. A mutual interest, if she was being honest. Y/N wanted to register every reaction he had, savour them, just like she did at his party. She twirled and wiggled, her butt always near his hands, provoking, tempting. Every time she would do a lap dance, Y/N reminded herself from what the pole dance teacher had once said: “Men don’t really care for clothing and how you take it off; all they want to see are your tits and – if you’re feeling generous, your pussy –, ideally, as soon as possible”. That’s why she was always quite quick in getting undressed. Things in lingerie were absolutely more fun.

Pulling her dress straps aside, Y/N got rid of the fabric, revealing herself in her new undergarments. Youngho saw the velvet set and his mind went blank. Y/N was truly ethereal. She was an art piece and he wanted her locked in in Louvre, Prado or whatever museum she’d prefer. His hands ached to touch her smooth skin, to feel every piece of life she had to give. In that moment, he was grateful God created humans.

He licked his lips when she knelt in front of him, her small and warm hands touching his thighs while she leaned forward, obviously showing him her breasts.

“Oh.” Johnny wanted to curse, but his breath got caught in his throat. “It tickles.”

Y/N smirked like she was the personification of lust. Her aura changed slightly, only showing the effect Johnny had on her. He wanted to kiss her, eat her open. Then, without the inconvenience of clothes, she approached him again – a burst of courage running through her blood. She faced away from Youngho, her ass barely touching in his lap as she slowly pressed it into his knees. He swallowed hard, excitement jolting through his body. Due to their agreement, Johnny kept his hands out of equation, but he had to fight the urge to grab that pretentious butt. She slowly leaned back in, her shoulders touching his chest. Surprising him, Y/N turned around smoothly, opening her legs and bending down for less than a second, then walked away. Johnny felt one arm slowly gripping his shoulder, her nails scratching his suit slightly. She pulled his jacket off, leaving him in his black button-down shirt. Feeling his muscles, Y/N forgot for a moment what she was doing – hypnotised by his strong body. Caressing his chest down, she purred, loving how it felt on her fingers. Johnny bent his head backwards, his smooth hair grazing her skin and making Y/N shiver, bringing her back to reality. And that was when Youngho realised he had a lot of power over her, too. The look in her eyes were like pleads of pure lust. For a brief moment, she gave him a sweet, subtle grin, sitting on his lap with one leg at each side. He was shocked. Enjoying it, of course, but shocked.

What happened to the “No touch” rule?

“Is this part of the performance?” He heard a low chuckle. “Honestly, I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Neither was I.” She confessed. “But I’m doing a new dance.” Her mouth was so close, her body so warm, her light… Oh, boy, her light!

Thinking fast, Youngho decided to put his evil nature to good use.

“I doubt you can ride my thigh for 4,000 pounds.” He breathed out, the hot air hitting her and making her shiver. “You’re already seated, mei fortuna.”

Y/N’s lip suddenly went dry, her body tensed up but she knew it was ready to do whatever he asked for. She wasn’t used to being aroused by just a single sentence, let it out by a strange petname she had no idea about the meaning. However, it somehow seemed so right. Besides, with more 4k, she would have 18k. That was a shit ton of money. That was perfect.

“Alright, sir.” Cocking her head to the side, she looked right into his eyes, needy for something.

The smug smile Johnny had on his face deserved to be on an art gallery. Having her saying “Sir” while she started to rock her pussy against his leg was just out of this world, Hell and Heaven. He felt – ironically – like a god. Y/N moaned lowly, her fingers digging into his shoulder while she looked down to his mouth, licking her lips again. That made him use his last trick:

“I dare you to kiss me for more 8,000 pounds.”

Her eyes sparkled in pure desire: for both kisses and money. Johnny had no doubt she’d do it… And he had no doubt it’d be glorious.

Y/N reached for his mouth eagerly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, her head bent down because of her position. They met in a sensual tongue dance, his hands grabbing her hips and making her move while he drank every sound from her. They were hungry for each other, but decided to keep things slow. She pulled at Johnny’s hair, moaning slightly from the softness – and from the pressure his thigh made on her clit –; the kiss became wet, more desperate. Johnny could feel her light starting to give in to his darkness, his vitality increasing by every second… And he never felt better. 

Bribing her was his best idea.

His fingers hooked against the velvet bra, pulling it to the side and getting a better touch of her boobs. Youngho heard her purring again and felt her body heavy against his. Y/N was totally seduced by him. Devouring her, he started stroking her nipples, pinching it a bit and swallowing her moans. He sucked on her tongue, motioning what he would do with her neck, her beautiful breasts, and luckily – her pussy.

“Do you,” Johnny left her mouth for a second. “like it rough?”

She panted.

“Damn, I do.”

His lips met her neck while he unclasped her bra. Throwing it away, he left a trail of kisses from her base to her nipple, then coming up again.

“Good, ‘cause I don’t do it any other way.”

He seemed so confident that they’d end up having sex that Y/N also bought it. She could feel his muscles against her – while she rocked her hips in search of some relief, they were flexing as if they knew the right amount of hardness that could drive her crazy. One of Youngho’s hand came to grab her breast, the other one still helping her to keep on moving. He squeezed the round surface, then moved to her neck, wrapping around it but barely making any pressure. Moaning defeated, Y/N closed her eyes, her body numb. How did he guess her most secret kink?! Without warning, he clenched his fingers, chocking her slightly.

She trembled against his thigh, her nails sinking into his left arm and right shoulder. He mimicked the move, earning another shaky hip thrust. He put some more pressure, adoring how she quickened her pace – now truly hoping for an orgasm.

“Do you wanna cum?” He asked, cocky. Y/N shook her head. “Mhm… Don’t think so.” He stopped her hips. “First you gotta ask, mei fortuna. It’s not that easy, you know?”

Y/N opened her eyes, quite annoyed. She wanted to scoff and tell him to fuck off, but she knew her mouth would actually say ‘Fuck me, please’.

“Can I cum, Youngho?”

“Hm… That’s not really my name, princess. Try again.”

She growled, now more annoyed then before.

“Can I cum… What the fuck am I supposed to call you? Devil?”

He laughed at her angry spat.

“That’s also what they call me, even though it’s not what I’m looking forward hearing from you. Although I asked you not to, you’ve called me that a hundred times, if this may help.”

Y/N recalled the day they first met, a word surging on her mind on the spot.

“Can I cum, sir?”

Johnny’s smile would’ve made all city blind.

“Behave yourself and then I might let it happen.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but he bounced his leg and she shut up.

“Move.” He said in a low voice.

Grinding back on him, Y/N noticed what made her so angry: that man was stupidly handsome, sexual and was about to make her cum in a short time. It wasn’t fair at all. Leaving his shoulders, her fingers started unbuttoning his shirt, each hole revealing his bare chest. Toned, slightly tanned and delicious. Without asking, Y/N leaned forward, kissing his neck while her hands went through the fabric to touch his skin. Youngho growled in pure satisfaction, and the sound was enough to push her to the edge. Swirling her tongue, she copied the motion with her hips, in a lethargic rhythm, just because she loved suffering.

“Choke me again, sir.” She whispered in his ear, lust filling her voice. “Please.”

Johnny’s hand caressed her whole body before stopping on her neck, wrapping it and squeezing it stronger than last time. Y/N’s eyes flew shut, a wave of pleasure washing through her as she felt herself come undone. Rocking her hips with more strength, Y/N rode her orgasm just thinking about riding Johnny for real. If he made her cum with only his thigh, she couldn’t imagine what he would do to her with his dick.

The went room silent for a brief second as the song ended.

“Are you done or is it part of the show?”

“I’m done.” She spoke, opening her eyes to find those devilish yellow orbits looking at her.

“Capital.” He kissed her hungrily.

Y/N took his shirt off, her mouth rough against his. She felt his strong back, grazing her fingers against every inch of skin she could touch. He was so cold even in a heated moment, and that was weird, but she only felt more aroused by him. Johnny touched her legs, putting them around his hips as the kiss came to an end.

“We’re going up. Hold tight.”

“Oh my God, it’s happening.” She whispered to herself, but due to their proximity, he heard.

“Well, I’ve never heard you calling God, I’m quite surprised you’re doing this while we sin.” He chuckled; having in mind he indulged her to commit two of the seven deadly sins.

“It’s my first time doing it, to be honest. But I have this strange feeling I’ll be calling Him a lot today.” She felt the mattress on her back. They were on the bed.

“Poor lad, having you calling him in such a dirty situation.”

“Then whom should I call? Satan?”

Johnny grinned. “That would be reasonable, but he might be quite busy, don’t you think? Why don’t you just call me, instead?”

“But shouldn’t I call you ‘Sir’? It’s weird to moan ‘Sir’.”

“I can’t decide whether you’re being sarcastic or really confused.”

“Maybe I was being sarcastic…” She smirked, her fingers touching his collarbones. “Your skin is so cold, sir. Why’s that?”

“Youngho.” He pecked her lips, pulling himself over her and hating the fact that she noticed how cold he was. It was time to capture her total attention. “Call me Youngho now.”

“So we’re dropping the ‘Sir’ thing, sir?” Y/N blinked innocently.

“Are you mocking me?”

“Maybe.”

Johnny smiled, getting up and sitting on the bed. He patted his lap and looked at her. “Come here, mei fortuna. You should’ve known better than this.”

“Do I get to sit on your lap again, sir?”

“No, princess, you get a good spanking session for being a brat.”

“Oh, so you like brat taming?” She laid down on him, her belly pressed against his knees.

“You got way too comfortable with me. Minutes ago you were trying to put out a femme fatale facade, now you’re all talkative and making fun of my kinks.” He chuckled, caressing her bum.

“You gave me an orgasm, sir. This actually means a lot to me.” Y/N held on the bed sheets, anxious for when he’d start the punishment.

“Hm… So now I mean something to you?! Did I go up a level? Am I no longer ‘business’?”

“You were never business, sir.”

One slap.

She jumped out of surprise, her butt aching and a scream caught up on her throat.

“If you lie again, I’ll have to double the slaps.”

“Jesus Christ, Youngho! You could at least have warned me you were starting!”

Johnny grinned with immense pleasure. Only Y/N would use his name along with Jesus in the same sentence. Yuta would laugh for days if he knew about it.

“Why? You want to count how many slaps you’ll get?!”

“No. Just so I can prepare myself.”

“Then it’s no fun, Y/N.” He slapped her again.

“Fuck.” She spat, still feeling it ache. How many slaps should she take until the pleasure arrived?

She got 12, in total. Around seven, Y/N’s eyes were filled with tears, but every time Johnny’s cold skin touched her, she could feel her pussy getting wet. Again. But when she thought he was over, Johnny pushed her panties to the side and slightly touched her, coating her juices on his fingers and stroking up and down. Y/N moaned softly, completely doomed.

Johnny started finger-fucking her, going in and out in a slow motion just to push her over the edge. His bulge was aching, but he knew better than to go to the main act right now. He loved taking things slow and he’d savour every piece of her… He’d savour every second of totally corrupting her and taking over her entirely. That delicious light, oh, he’d have it all. Y/N propped up on her knees, still being fingered by him, and started undoing his belt.

She palmed his hard member, pulling his trousers plus underwear down a bit to reveal it. Y/N chuckled, quite nervous but quite satisfied, and leaned downwards, licking the tip of his cock. Youngho stopped his movements and growled, making Y/N look up to find him watching her with hungry eyes. She used one hand to stroke all his length, moving it back and forth, just warming up. Knowing that sucking it or masturbating it weren’t everything, she used her free hand to pay extra care in his balls; she held one of them and squeezed it gently. Almost at the same second, Johnny pulled on her hair, forcing her head down. Y/N licked his shaft once again, increased the pressure on his testicle, swirling her tongue while she blinked fast, adjusting him in her mouth. His dominant side made an appearance again, because he started bobbing her head in his desired rhythm, hips thrusting in as she came down.

“You’re so eager to please, mei fortuna. I’m so lucky.” Johnny purred.

Y/N scratched his thighs at the sound of the petname, strangely flattered. She kept sucking him, concentrated in giving him enough space to fuck her mouth. A loud slap echoed in the room and she realised he had smacked her butt again. Stopping on track, she looked up at him.

“Keep going, Y/N.” He breathed out, looking tortured.

She left the bed, getting on her knees in front of him. That way, she had more stability to suck him off and he could control her better. Focusing on the tip, Y/N dragged her tongue around it, sucking slightly and making a “pop” sound, repeating it all over again until Johnny gave in, thrusting back on her mouth in a quick pace. He growled, hips fast and hands tightening around her hair, pushing her face down with every thrust. She gagged a bit, eyes tearing as he kept mouthfucking her, searching for his own release. Johnny was careful not to suffocate or hurt her in any way other than pleasurable, but when he felt his orgasm arrive, he couldn’t help but hold her head with a bit more strength than needed, pulling at her hair tighter.

He suddenly stopped, making Y/N frown due to the small pain in her scalp and abrupt pause. However, when she looked up, she didn’t know whether she was crazy or very enchanted. Youngho’s eyes were a shade brighter than amber, like liquid gold she so much loved on jewellery.

Jesus Christ, the man was stupidly handsome.

Without saying anything, she stood up, pushing her panties down and crawling back to his lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Y/N kissed him eagerly. Mouths colliding in tongues and teeth, their hands grabbing any skin they found on the way. Youngho started to get familiar and enjoy those delicious sensations that any miserable touch of Y/N made him feel. The kiss began to slow down, but still extremely charged with lust. Her lips touched his neck, biting hard on the sensitive flesh as she lifted her hips to grind him. He could feel her warm body tensing, her heart beating too fast; and he decided he had dragged it for too long. Pushing her to the side so she could lay on the bed, Youngho took his trousers completely off, grabbing the condom before throwing the fabric somewhere in the room.

“On your back, ass up, face down.” He told her, his voice raspy.

Y/N got on all fours, anxious. She heard the plastic ripping and a soft grunt – probably because he was putting the condom on. Y/N closed her eyes, waiting. She felt a weight on the mattress and then Johnny’s cold skin. The tip of his fingers ghosted around her butt, brushing against her wet pussy and slipping in, while he gave her another slap. She only moaned, too tense to move or argue with him. He fingerfucked her for a brief moment, then positioned himself behind her, moaning a husky ‘Fuck’ when he entered her warmth. It was amazing how with Y/N he didn’t feel so cold, just more alive. She clenched around him, and Johnny felt her aura wave, as if it was fighting against something.

“Let me in.” He murmured, knowing she wouldn’t understand at all.

But Y/N did. Her body was hectic, her heart beating too fast for her liking. Her head felt heavy, her limbs going numb, and with every thrust it was as though Youngho wanted to crawl under her skin, as if he was colonising all her cells. As if he was taking everything from her. She was sweaty, tiring out, but she couldn’t stop. Youngho kept going rough, hitting all the right spots and taking her to a spiral of pleasure, one she would never forget, one she always only heard about, but never experienced. Even if his pace was slow, Y/N felt everything. It was intense, raw and lustful. 

Devilish, indeed.

Another slap made her stiffen, this time grabbing some of the bed sheets to muffle her scream. He pulled on her hair, bringing her up so her back was touching his chest, and then she felt his teeth on her shoulder, biting hard, ready to mark her. Johnny’s pace got quicker, their bodies making noises when their flesh met. He loosen the grip on her hair completely, only to wrap his hand around her neck. Jesus Christ, she was about to convulse. Y/N gripped on his arm, trying to stay still while he restlessly thrust in her… Until she felt the pressure on her lungs. She could barely function, the choking way too much for her to ignore the pleasure. Y/N clenched again, on the verge of a powerful orgasm. Youngho started whispering in a different language, something a bit archaic and hard to decipher; it sounded like Latin, yet, kinda unique, and it had a strange effect – like a curse being said, hypnotising her. Her eyelids got heavy and she gave herself in, falling right into nirvana.

Y/N understood clearly the meaning of “Le petit mort”. She could feel her heart beating so fast while her whole body gave up shaking. Her body hit the mattress and she opened her eyes, feeling herself suffocate in a sweet but agonising sensation. Gasping for air, she found nothing but Johnny’s intense gaze on her, as if he was mesmerised with her struggle.

Then she realised… She was really dying.

●●●

A loud thud on the room made Yuta roll his eyes.

“You really can’t stop yourself from being noisy, can you?”

“I was trying hard, mate.” Lucas sighed. “Did she wake up?”

“Nothing yet. However, her pulse came back and her heart is beating.”

“It’s been three days already; her friends are going nuts.”

“Well, I’m doing my best here, but I honestly have no idea of what happened. Johnny won’t talk and she won’t wake up.” Yuta spat. “I’m not a healer of any kind.”

“It’s alright, let’s not worry too much. If corrupting beings of light were this problematic, no one would bother doing so. Maybe it’s because she doesn’t believe in us…”

Youngho entered the room before Lucas could finish his thought. Yuta and he had shifts on taking care of Y/N, since they were the most skilled on weird stuff. He never expected her to die, neither to revive. He expected nothing but getting more powerful and earning more fame for corrupting a soul like hers. Then again, she was like that: cold, slightly lifeless and ethereal.

“How’s babysitting?’

“Good now that it’s over.” Yuta stood up. “She didn’t wake up.”

“I figured it out.” He sighed. “Her friends are sleeping over again.”

“Yay, another night with humans.” Yuta was grumpy. “I have no idea what you told them, but it would help me a lot if you really tell me what the fuck happened on that night.”

“I’ve told you already, bro. We fucked, she collapsed then died.”

“This isn’t right, Johnny. Things weren’t supposed to happen like this.”

He shrugged, offering his friend a smug smile.

“What can I do? It already happened.”

“You should find a way to fix it! You’re now powerful enough to do so.”

“Oh, all saints and demons out there, please help me!” He rolled his eyes. “Yuta, I have no idea what the fuck happened to her, I can’t feel her soul anymore and I don’t know how she’s still alive.” He looked at the girl on his bed. “I don’t think I can help in this since I don’t understand it. Let’s wait for her to wake up, and then I can try to figure something out.”

Johnny sat down next to her, opening a book and totally ignoring Yuta. He was in the middle of a chapter when he heard something moving on the bed sheets. Looking to his side, Johnny got startled: Y/N was sitting, her back straight and her head turned to him. When she blinked, he couldn’t ignore the yellow glow on her eyes.

“Mei fortuna?” He tried. “Are you ok?”

“What the fuck happened?”

“Fuck, you sound like Yuta.” He sighed.

“Youngho, honestly…” Her eyes went fully yellow.

Then he realised.

Jesus Christ, he turned her into a demon.

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Corrupting the Innocent Pt. 5 (final)- Dong Sicheng

Word count: 2.2k

Genre: fluff/smut

Plot summary: In which (Y/N) decides to “help” innocent exchange student Sicheng win over his crush. Except she has ulterior motives and Sicheng is too clueless to notice.

a/n: hi loves!! I hope you enjoyed this last part and the series more generally, I honestly worked so hard on this one. I hope you’re all staying safe and don’t be shy to pop in my inbox with requests or just to chat, I’d love to talk to you guys xx

 You lay in bed for what seemed like an eternity, ignoring the pleading cries of your stomach or your body aching for movement. Is this what heartbreak felt like? Why did people go through with relationships if it always ended like this? You kept picturing scenarios of Sicheng and you, daydreaming of what could’ve been and it did nothing to improve your state. What was it that had made you care? You blinked back a tear before it sunk in that this wasn’t you, you didn’t mope around waiting for life to happen.

If you want things done right, you have to do them yourself.

That was one of the only things you had learned from your adoptive parents, that and how not to raise your own children if you ever had any. You freshened yourself up, masking your dark circles and damaged skin with some makeup.

 A friendly face was just what you needed, you thought as you looked over at Rosé and a few other friends sitting across from you at the same café Sicheng had taken you to what seemed like forever ago.

“Any luck with Jaehyun?” You directed at Rosé.

“No, turns out Johnny is more my type and we’ve got ourselves an arrangement so, it’s a win-win.” She smiled; you had noticed this new glow about her- perhaps he was as good of a fuck as you had heard? Nevertheless, you were happy for her. She looked good, happy. It was a good look on her.

You made small talk until your drinks arrived and you melted in the comfort of a warm mug of coffee, it did wonders to your soul. You felt eerily out of touch with reality, present but not really. You felt out of place, out of sorts and it was so foreign, so weird. Just as you recollected the last exchange you had with Sicheng, your eyes landed on a side profile you knew all too well. He was with his friends as well, at the other end of the café.

You were staring, and eventually, he was too. It proved suddenly quite difficult to breathe when his eyes met yours and you retreated to the bathroom to regain your composure. These feelings were all so new, so foreign that you honestly didn’t know how to handle any of them. It felt as though they were all lurking over your shoulder, a second away from crashing over you. You’d never felt like this about someone and yet you’d been doing this backward, breaking up before you were even together. One look in the mirror told you you were far from being okay, but you took a deep breath and any trace of Sicheng was long gone by the time you got back. It was for the best, you guessed.

 You chose to prioritize sleep and homework for the remainder of the semester albeit there were only a few weeks left in the term. It proved to be a difficult task as the sheer volume of your notes mocked you, you’d never get everything done in time. You almost agreed with them but giving up sleep proved successful as you handed in all papers on time and completed exams okay enough.

Occasionally, you’d bump into Sicheng in the hall, but he’d avoid your gaze and be on his way. You didn’t allow it to put a damper on your mood. Funny enough, you hadn’t felt the need to seek out someone new after him, it wouldn’t be the same and the idea didn’t ignite anything in you as it once had. Besides, your partner in crime had somewhat settled, why couldn’t you do the same?

Some of us are getting drinks to celebrate end of term, you in?

Your eyes looked over Rosé’s text over and over again, debating whether this was a good idea or not. You ended up giving in to the devil on your shoulder beckoning you to “have some fun!”. It was just a few drinks with friends, what was the harm in that?

Once you saw what you were working with, you gasped. Your skin begged for a skincare routine; one you had discarded after everything that had happened. It only took an hour and what felt like two inches of makeup to make you look, and feel, decent-looking. You went back to that section of your closet and pulled out a relatively slutty dress (if there was such a thing). Now you were ready.

 On your first drink, you bantered with your friends. You were all exhilarated to have some freedom once again, no longer chained to the boulder that was university. The second drink had you starting a game of truth or dare.

“Rosé, truth or dare?”

“Hmmm, truth.” She always went for truth.

“Is Johnny THAT big?” The curious girl licked her lips in anticipation and Rosé chuckled, as though recalling a funny anecdote.

“Oh, yes sweetie. But that D is mine.”

A few turns later, you were the one under spotlights.

“(Y/N), truth or dare?” Jennie was the one asking the question, part of Rosé’s close circle of friends.

“You know what, dare,” Jennie smirked, an agenda of her own.

“I dare you to call Sicheng, right now.”

You nearly choked on your drink.

“I’m gonna need a few more drinks first.”

“Promise?” She inquired and you reluctantly nodded, “Fine, then I dare you to down the rest of your drink.”

That you could do. You prayed Jennie would forget about her initial dare, but you were out of luck. A few shots later, here you were, dialing Sicheng’s number. You hadn’t planned what you were going to say, but you were too drunk to even care now. Besides, what did it matter?

“Hello?” A voice thick with sleep answered back. Oops, you hadn’t considered the time.

“Hiiii.”

“(Y/N), why are you calling me?”

“Because,” you pouted “I miss you. And I’m sorry.”

“You’re drunk.” Deep sigh.

“But I mean it, Sicheng. I really really like you and I know I ruined everything, but I just wanted you to know that.”

“Where are you?”

“Take care Sicheng, I’m sorry I’m such a shitty person. I wish I wasn’t. Bye.” You hung up after a few attempts, the buttons on your phone blurring before your eyes. The girls giggled and applauded your courage. Only Rosé looked back at you with a concerned look on her face.

 “Wake up.” You opened your eyes, excruciating pain in your entire body. Oh god, you had fallen asleep on the sidewalk. When had you ever gone outside to begin with? Desperately trying to piece together the how and the when, you were clueless as to whom the voice belonged to.  

“Come on, I’m taking you home.” Wait, you knew that voice.

“Sicheng, what-“

He shushed you, motioning for you to hop on his back so he could carry you home. You complied; this was probably the last time you’d get to touch him, might as well make the most of it. You couldn’t believe this would be the last image he’d have of you, what a joke.

It hadn’t been hard for him to track you down, there were only a few bars the uni students visited and lucky for him, you had been at the first one he had burst into. Why he had gone looking for you in the first place, he didn’t know. Maybe it was that seeing you had reminded him of your times together and as furious as he was with you, he knew you. And he knew why you would think that sex was your only gateway to love. Maybe that was why he was now sitting your bed, braiding your hair to keep it from getting in the way in case you were a puke-until-I-pass-out kind of drunk.

 “Wait- can you stay?” You looked up at him with pleading eyes. How could he resist? You looked so desperate and sweet, for him. He opened the covers for you, and you snuggled up against him, reveling in the feeling of his warm body against yours. He laid there, unsure of what to do and ended up falling asleep too.

 You opened your eyes groggily, your head felt like it had construction workers doing their harshest work up there. You had taken one too many shots the night prior, that much you could tell. Only then did you feel warmth from the other side of the bed, and in fact, you were met with the sight of a sleeping Sicheng. You laid there in shock for as long as it took Sicheng to wake up and face your bemused visage.

“Morning.” He half-smiled. He had slept like a baby, ironically the last few months had been ridden with insomnia up until now.

“You’re still here.”

“I am.”

“Why?” Your voice gave away your shock.

“Well, you did ask me to.” He paused, sitting up. “And I figured you had punished yourself enough. What you did was horribly wrong, (Y/N), but I feel like I know you enough to understand why you felt that was the only way you could do things.” You gulped.

“And honestly, I missed you and I just want to start over.” He stretched his long limbs lazily.

“I’d love that.” You smiled from ear to ear.

“On one condition.” He pointed an accusing finger in your direction, and you tensed in your seat. “There’s still one thing you haven’t taught me yet.”

He took hold of your hand and placed it on his morning wood. Your eyes widened. Oh, that’s what he meant.

“Are you sure?”

“Don’t make me wait longer, (Y/N), I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I laid eyes on you.” The foulness of the words spewing out of Sicheng’s mouth only aroused you further and you were quick to do something about it.  

You rid him of his boxers and licked your lips at the sight of his shaft. You kissed his tip, trailed your tongue down to his base, earning a hiss from above. Once you had him thrusting up in your mouth begging for more, you decided it was enough teasing. This time.

“Sit up.” He obeyed your command.

You took off your panties and crawled back to him. He looked so handsome, exposed for you like this and with as much carnal desire as you. It was a sight you’d vow to keep engraved in your mind forever. He brought you in for a kiss, his eyes glowing with awe of your naked form. You motioned to sit on his dick but you were interrupted mid-way.

“Wait- I want to do something for you too.”

This piqued your interest and you guided his fingers along your folds and he experimentally brought them in and out, awaiting further instructions. Your moans proved to be more than enough as he maintained a steady rhythm, holding back a confident smirk.

“Fuck, (Y/N), look at you. Such a moaning mess for me.”

Oh, and he was a talker, that you could get used to. He kept this up for a little while, until:

“I don’t mean to rush anything, but can I fuck you now?”

You chuckled, even now he was such a gentleman asking for permission. You squirmed out of his touch and quickly sunk down on his dick, giving yourself a second to adjust to his size. His hands found your ass and he made it clear he wanted you to move. And you did, slowly at first until Sicheng grew tired of your pace and flipped you over so he was on top.

“Don’t be a tease.” His only justification.

You hadn’t taken him for a dom, but then again you had been wrong about a lot of things. For his first time, he was exceeding expectations. He connected your lips in another heated kiss silencing another one of your moans and kept up his relentless pace. Your hand reached down to massage your clit and you were surprised to see him take over for you, his thumb doing wonders to your bundle of nerves as he explored your body. Your soft voice bellowing requests every so often had him becoming an expert in no time. Before long, you were moaning out his name, clenching around his shaft as you chased your high. Sicheng hissed at the feeling, your walls tightening around him nearly sending him over the edge. A panicked expression took over his features.

“Where do I-“

You pointed to your stomach and he moaned again, releasing his hot load all over your naked body. You got cleaned up as he rode out his orgasm, dazed by the pleasure by the time you came back. Your fingers played with Sicheng’s hair lovingly, now cuddled up in bed.

“How did I do?” He asked, a tang of innocence still present.

“Not bad at all. I think we should do that much more.” You paused. “You know, to practice.” You teased and this earned a laugh from the boy beside you, you couldn’t help but join in. Your love story was far from normal, sure, but you were happy. And you’d like to think that Sicheng was too.

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

[gotatext]

                   hllo ! i’m nora ( she / her, 24, gmt ) crawling back to this rp once more like the dirty sewer slug i am !! i just can’t get enough, baybeyyy ! u may remember me frm such roles as alma putnam, rory bergstrom, bridget matusiak or greta o’driscoll 2 name jst a few.... sure there were more over these long years, bt the show must go on.... this is mimi, she’s dogmatic, tenacious n single-minded 2 the point of recklessness, she doesn’t like handouts n she’s funding her degree through her onlyfans account n moaning abt shit on tiktok. we love 2 see it !!  slam that like button n i’ll creep into ur DMs like the slippery worm i am   OR u can discord me at that bitch carole baskin#8664.   a humble pinterest.

『ALEXA DEMIE ❙ CIS-FEMALE 』 ⟿ looks like MIMI MARTÍNEZ is here for HER SOPHOMORE year as an ARCHITECTURE AND SOCIAL ANTHROPOLOGY student. SHE is 22 years old & known to be STRONG-WILLED, GOAL-ORIENTED, ARROGANT & EASILY BORED. They’re living in MORIS, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ nora. 24. gmt. she/her.

this is p embarassing but i actually originally wrote mimi for a discord rp based around love island asgjag dont laugh at me but it was so chaotic n someone deleted it w-out telling any of us so i lost her bio.... all her threads....e verythin.... it was mad. but anyway we startin from scratch w this intro so bare with

mimi is a really extra character so when trying to flesh her out i thot of the most extra thing i could do n made a colour coded mindmap with watercolour paints detailing her values, aesthetics and early life. shoot me

background: she grew up in a trailer home in boulder city, abt half an hour from vegas. her mom had worked in a vegas casino for most of her 20s but relocated to boulder city for a slower pace of life / lower crime rate when she started having kids. mimi has 2 older brothers n she’s the youngest. has that invulnerable younger sibling complex n basically thinks nothing can touch her. very confident in her own intelligence and her ability to get shit done 

has mexican ancestry on her mom’s side. doesn’t know her dad. was raised with spanish catholic principals n found it all very stained glass windows and extra n that’s why she was kinda drawn to the decadence of vegas and all these massively high key aesthetics, like dia de les muertos was her fave thing growin up just bcos the pure feel of the festival and painting a sugar skull on her face n being able to party on the streets in a flower crown where everyone was kinda anonymous but together in this celebration

in boulder city her mom worked as a carer as there’s a lot of retirees there. mimi really resented the slow pace of life, longed for some fucking energy n life. she was a cheerleader in school but outside of school there wsn’t much to do except practise stunts and go on bike rides.  occasionally they’d get dressed up and catch a bus to henderson, the next biggest city for them to get tht sweet night life

her teenage years consisted mostly of hanging around the renovated motel blocks used as housing projects n tanning by the pool. very florida project if you’ve seen that. she reminds me a lot of the mum in that. also she started working as an avon rep going door-to-door when she was 16 bcos she wanted to have her own income. like as young as 14 she’d decided she was smart enough to go to college but she didn’t have the money n her family didn’t really see it as a worthwhile thing, her mom was very like the mom from matilda “you chose books.... i chose looks!” which i think is where a lot of mimi’s more shallow / appearance-driven traits come from

wasn’t really ‘cool’ until high school. before that she was a bit of a lisa simpson type. won a spelling bee when she was 9. was in the mathletes squad in middle school. when she went from middle school to high school she started cheer and tried to reinvent herself basically. always been very concerned with social mobility and keen to socially climb, like when she enters a new situation she’ll find out who the alphas are and quickly try n befriend them

when she turned 18 she moved out and went to vegas despite her mom hating the idea bcos it was everything she’d tried to get her kids away from. she worked in the clubs there for several years as a shot girl, a table dancer, n eventually she started workin behind the bar in a strip club. in the club it ws really hard to resist becoming a dancer bcos of the sheer amount they made in tips. no one really pressured her into it she just eventually decided tht it was way more logical to do it while she was young n fit and had the stamina and ppl were willing to pay to see her body so she started taking pole fitness lessons. she also started working as a cam girl around this time

working in vegas strip clubs is basically whats paid for uni. like she didn’t go at 18 like most of her friends did bcos she didn’t have the money and she didn’t want to feel indebted to a college like she had to compete for her place and not put a toe out of line bcos she was on a scholarship. she was determined to pay her own way and it took 4 years of working really hard and saving n even tho she was working in vegas she basically never went out bcos every penny she had needed to go on uni n thts how we get to radcliffe baybeeyy

part 2  - interior / values / personality

values: the aesthetic !! literally loves the aesthetic so much. everything she owns is super embellished, she’s a pop socket gal, her dell laptop is covered in glitzy stickers, she always has acrylics n probs makes nail art videos on tiktok. really tuned into tiny details like painting a little hello kitty above her eye which translates into her degree when she’s doing small-scale mockups of town plans n stuff... she jst puts so much detail into them. ppl often get surprised when she tells them she does architecture but it makes so much sense bcos she grew up in a trailer park n was always thinking about ways the space could be more efficiently used, like she loves re-conceptualising neighbourhoods, definitely spent hours on sims as a kid. she also grew up near hoover dam n so loads of school trips they just took them there n she was like.... this is tight but it could be cooler.... where’s the passion....

massively into photography, has such a neat instagram feed like everything just compliments the tones in the next post like mMMM. idk if any of u know any architecture students but this is literally the one constant i can find…. like they all have super good instagrams feeds. is that bitch that will take 40 fake candids of u in a row at different angles to get u the perfect profile picture cos she understands the importance of marketing urself and having an online #brand

has wire rimmed glasses that she doesn’t need to see BUT they r like a magnifying glass for when she’s working with really small materials to do a mock up of an urban plan, and also just sometimes wears them for the aesthetic bc she’s such a pinterest bitch

assassination nation is such a big mood. literally the aesthetics of that and lily colson’s whole brand of feminism and nudity not being inherently sexual but at the same time wanting to profit off that bcos why the fuck shouldnt she use a corrupt system to her advantage is incredibly mimi

literally a human personification of a bratz doll both in attitude and fashion sense

somehow simultaneously gansey in the raven cycle AND elle woods in legally blonde? the two genders 

values cont bc i started rambling: her independence and freedom. being the best at any given task she sets her mind to accomplish because she is unable to accept failure. social mobility. sexual liberation. interested in the psychology of sub-cultures and how ppl form groups and interact w each other and cult identities which is why she minors in anthropology. pro-choice. pro-weed legalisation. pro-sex worker rights. very activist.

aesthetics tht remind me of her: von dutch. a strappy cami top that says ‘please do not do coke in the bathroom’. low-waisted jeans that show off her belly button piercing. acrylic nails tapping against a heavily embellished second-hand dell laptop. heart shaped sunglasses in every colour. translucent stripper heels with barbie doll heads and plastic spiders in the heel. spraying champagne you cant afford all over the walls. narcotics in a heart shaped locket. an amazon wishlist full of lingerie linked on your tinder profile. sex tapes recorded on VCR. a religious devotion to waxing clinics. necking shots like you were born to do it.

she’s an enfj type which makes her pretty charismatic and confidence, like she has a fierce kind of energy to her, but she’s also super unwilling to accept criticism, dogmatic and can only really see her own way of thinking, quite ruthless when it comes 2 other ppls emotions despite having a poor control of her own and being prone to turbulence / throwin a bitch fit in the craft lab. easily bored. competitive. self-assured to the point of arrogance. forceful. adaptable. usually more rational than emotional but occasionally loses the ability to make rational decisions when blinded by a need for perfectionism.

very goal-oriented. money motivates her. money and clothes. she wants to look bomb while earning big bucks. when she gets her mind set on a project it literally consumes her she will forget to eat and sleep? i don’t know her.  like when a final design project is due for architecture she’ll be up all night doing adderall and speed to keep her awake working on the placement of a single tree for ages cos its gotta be perfect

loves chaos. will spill your secrets and pretend it was an accident. will always be that gif of kim kardashian sipping her tea while drama unfolds around her. lives for the drama like that gifset of bratz when she comes running and gets her phone out to record a fight.

im makin her sound like a really bad person but hopefully she’ll be somewhat likeable she can be very charismatic and endearing and she’s naturally quite funny. also now she’s finally in college and doesn’t have to worry so much about money she actually allows herself to party n bcos she denied herself of it for so long she kinda makes up for it by going p wild like will be the girl climbing on to stage to crowd surf at gigs or doing a summersault off the bar and being escorted out by bouncers, thats the energy were looking at, pure dionysian hedonistic impulse

really gd at talking her way out of shit like parking fines. so good at being an ‘im baby’ girl and often dumbs herself down to figures of authority to appear less like a threatening ball-breaker and more like a confused fiat 500 girl who didn’t know red meant stop she thought it meant slow down

listens almost exclusively to female artists. has fergalicious on repeat when she does squats infront of the mirror n just the biggest fergie stan. also lana del rey’s whole vibe is massive mimi energy

ok ya thats all i have for now..... hopefully this is somewhat coherent and not just garbage.