#ft. Berry girl

[lunasohma]

sunprints

[lustspren]

P.S.T EP. 14 | Of Wolf and Man ft Winter, Ningning.

length: 26.5k words ✦

Winter, Ningning & Male Reader

Special guest: Noze, Aespa Backup Dancers.

tags: orgy (?, anal, anal creampie, overstimulation, voyeur, multiple blowjob, squirt, ass eating, pussy eating, threesome, creampie, multiple facial, rough sex, hate sex, bi, blowjob, kinda daddy kink (?, facefuck, bit fluff

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That fucking reporter already had you frankly fed up.

He had you, the staff and the girls acting paranoid with anything you did. No matter where you went, you always had to have extra eyes on your back and every part of your body to make sure there weren't any nasty moles lurking around. Sometimes you weren't even allowed to go out of the hotels as a precaution, and it was like that in DC, as well as in Chicago, as well as in Boston.

Cornered like a flock of sheep with a wolf on the prowl, and limited like a caged bird, so you were ever since. And it was a fucking pain in the balls.

Of course the girls weren't exactly saints. Quite the opposite: they were still the same four horny demons who didn't hesitate for a second to squeeze every drop out of you. The only thing was that now they had to be more cautious, and think with their brains instead of with their hormones, which wasn’t easy considering their recent history.

And you, well. If we went back to the flock of sheep metaphor, you could perfectly be the shepherd dog and Jihye your owner. You didn't really know how you could have everything so under control, but you weren't going to complain. If there was something you were grateful for, it was that you were not immersed in collective hysteria in every city you visited while distrusting even your own shadow.

"The good thing is that after the show you can all relax a little," Jihye said, after handing you printouts of the schedule for that day and explaining a couple of things to keep in mind. "The next stop is Mexico City, so that should be a little more comfortable."

During this stop you were in New York for a show in Brooklyn, staying at the Conrad New York Downtown. As usual, that morning the six of you were having your breakfast, in a beautiful restaurant within the same building full of natural light thanks to the multiple windows, a low ceiling and a parquet floor. You had chosen a circular table in the back, which would have had a view of the financial district if not all the windows were covered with white curtains.

"Do you have any news about… you know, the reporter?" asked Rina, who had already finished her breakfast and was just finishing drinking her apple juice in slow sips. "It's been a while now, the girls and I are worried."

They all nodded, and fixed their gaze on Jihye, who had taken a bite of her toast and had her mouth full to respond. She first wiped her mouth and swallowed.

"We already confirmed that there are no snitches among us, or anything like that," she said, and then chuckled. "Though there will certainly be raises in the near future," she then looked at you. "Because a few staff members know your real job, especially the backup dancers."

You stared at her without blinking, a crumb of bread on your upper lip. That was unexpected.

"Don't worry, they'll keep their pretty little mouths shut."

You shook your head and looked down at your breakfast again. Nothing heavy that morning. Just some French toast with ricotta and a bowl of berries.

"Well I fucking hope so," you said, and put a blueberry in your mouth.

"But I do have to say that you are quite popular among them," Jihye said, with a mocking voice. "Some even requested time alone with you."

The toast you were eating would never have been as fascinating as that moment, where your cheeks felt hot. Finding yourself with the mocking glances of other girls? No way, the very interesting bread texture was a better option.

"What did you say to them, Noh Jihye?" Rina asked, and from that low, raspy tone of voice you could tell that she wasn't too happy.

Even the raspberries and blackberries looked very interesting that morning. You put one of each in your mouth.

"That he's an adult and if they wanted to ask him for help they could, of course," Jihye replied. "But, that your needs are the priority, chill."

"Ha!" Rina laughed. "They are all afraid of me, they would never ask him under that condition."

"Hey!" Jihye gave the air a little swipe. "You need to be nicer to them, you know? Besides, who knows…?" you noticed how she looked at you again. "Maybe he wants to rail them too."

You almost spit your coffee on the white tablecloth. In fact, a small droplet escaped from between your lips and landed on your thigh.

Rina tried to protest, but Jihye raised her finger at her to shut her up.

"Hey, moron," she grabbed a napkin and passed it over your lips. You couldn't help but look at her with a frown. "Do you have any updates we should know?"

You raised your eyebrows, leaned back in your chair, and let out a sigh as you looked at your cup.

"Well, I know that bastard keeps sticking his nose where it doesn't belong," you said, and crossed your arms to look at Jihye. "Apparently he found out where my apartment is in Seoul, and gave Chaery a good scare while she went to check to make sure everything was okay."

"Fuck, I really want to smash that guy's face…" Aeri said as she played on her phone.

"Same" you said. "But that itself is nothing incriminating, she passed it off as if we were friends and that's it. She also made sure to remove all her belongings from the apartment in case the guy got bold and decided to go snooping around."

"You can sue him for that, right?" Rina asked. "In case he really dares."

"I could, yeah. Only with the necessary proofs, of course," you shrugged. "I have another news," you looked at Jihye. "But I don't know if it's appropriate to discuss it here because it has to do with… you know, Red Velvet."

Jihye stared into space and pressed her tongue against the inside of her cheek, smart enough to know what you meant.

"Just say what you have to say."

"Alright," you nodded and took a breath. "Seulgi and Yeri both called me separately, and they both told me that Irene had been… quite strange lately. You remember the closed-door meeting at SM to discuss all this stuff back in Seoul with my previous clients, right? Well, that's where she started acting weird, according to them."

From the moment you mentioned Irene's name, Jihye's face changed completely. Now she seemed shocked, yes, but also angry. The girls did not have a very different appearance; they were all about to release steam from their nostrils.

You put a hand on Jihye's knee and grimaced. You felt genuinely sorry for her.

"I wish I could have told you this at a better time, but it had to be said," you looked at the others. "But hey, that could mean nothing and just be a coinc…"

“That fucking bitch…” Ning muttered, interrupting you.

Your heart skipped a beat hearing Ning call Jihye's ex-girlfriend that in front of her, but to your surprise, she nodded herself and let out a heavy breath through her nose.

"It could mean a lot," she corrected you, looking up at the ceiling. "That woman has always been vengeful… and fucking toxic," she said in a lower tone.

There was an awkward silence at the table, which lasted for a few long seconds in which all of you thought about it.

"We will discuss this matter later," Jihye chimed. "Today is the last show here in the USA, and we must give our best."

"Yeah," you and the girls said at the same time with a nod. And then you dedicated yourself to finishing breakfast in silence.

Going to venues early with the staff was already something common for you, and also something you genuinely enjoyed.

You went from place to place on stage, making sure the tape marks for the choreography were all in place. Then you went to the team that did all the mixing and sound engineering, and helped them tune up some speakers and replace some cables.

A few weeks ago you were practically a disaster at all of that, but along the way you became more and more familiar with every possible facet of the staff of that super act called Aespa. The most curious thing is that you never expected to enjoy it so much, but how could you not? Every time you learned something new, and you lost track of time when they taught you about something you were passionate about. You had even made some good friends within the staff, very nice people by the way.

When you got off the stage, the first thing you did was go straight to the snack area to look for a cold drink, but on the way you came face to face with a pride of hungry lionesses.

When you passed by the backup dancers you heard some giggles that weren't a surprise to you considering what Jihye had told you that morning. You were nervous as shit at the idea of ​​dealing with these girls you didn't know at all, but you had to be a little daring in life.

You turned a little more than a meter away from them, and you found that five of them were looking at you in a not very hidden way. You stared at the blonde one. Not for anything specific, it was just where your eyes fell first.

"I'll be sure to give you my phone and room number when we get to Mexico City, don't worry," you said, trying hard not to sound like Johnny Bravo.

They looked at each other with expressions somewhere between surprised and excited. One of them was about to speak, but you raised a hand.

"But," you continued. "You must get Jiminie's approval first."

Everyone's expressions changed, and now their brows were furrowed.

"Waaah!" one of them complained, "That girl!"

The girls turned and continued their course, mumbling about how cruel Rina was sometimes. You couldn't help but laugh to yourself. Not long ago it was exactly what you would have referred to her, but after spending so much time with that girl you could never call her that. She was one of the sweetest, kindest, most thoughtful people you had ever met. Just that… well, she was kind of possessive and rude.

But there was no need to talk about the devil. Because he himself showed up as soon as you turned around and saw them all arrive at the venue, walking towards you. It was then that you realized how much time had actually passed, and you laughed as you remembered the first impression you had of them when they strapped you into the seat on that plane.

After giving them a brief greeting, you quickly went to grab your drink and returned to them to help them with anything they needed. Ning for example had a craving to drink the same thing you were drinking, so you had to go back to the snack area and get her one too. It would have annoyed you if Minjeong had asked for it, for example, but for Ning's sake you would go to the other side of the country to see her with a smile on her face.

When everything was ready and the show was about to start Jihye immediately went to you and clung to your arm with both arms, her head resting on your shoulder. She kept you close to her at all times, and in a rare and cute moment of calm that you certainly appreciated, you dedicated yourself to just enjoying the show in silence.

Upon returning to the hotel at night, Jimin had surprised you all with a wonderful idea—for her—: an after-party in their room in which everyone, including some members of the staff and the backup dancers, were invited.

The suite in question was quite large. Not as much as the one you and Jimin had in Miami, but it was enough for four people to be comfortable. Now, you weren't entirely sure how feasible it would be to put more than 10 noisy people in that space. But no matter how much you tried to reason with her, she just wouldn't listen to you, so you didn't insist any further.

You went to your room and took a quick shower, came out and got dressed. Lacking information about the dress code, you chose the most NPC outfit you could: a loose white t-shirt, black pants, and white sneakers.

Something told you that the next morning would be quite rushed and hectic, so when you were ready to leave, you began the annoying task of packing all your things and leaving them well organized, so that it would just be a matter of grabbing them and leave.

There was a window of free time for you once you finished, so you decided to write to the ITZY girls to see how they were doing. Only two of them responded to you instantly: Chaery and Yuna. You talked to both of them for about 20 minutes, until the interruption came in the form of a message from Noh Jihye.

You got out of bed and, knowing that you wouldn't be returning to your room for the night, locked the door before heading to Jihye's room, which was literally two rooms away from yours. You knocked on the door twice.

"Come in!" you heard her say on the other side.

When you opened the door you found her in front of her mirror, getting ready to leave. She turned to look at you just as you closed the door behind you, and you were surprised by how provocatively she was dressed: khaki pants and an open jacket, underneath which she was only wearing a Calvin Klein sports bra with her sexy midriff exposed.

"I still need to finish my makeup, but I wanted to know your opinion about… you know."

She turned to the mirror and you went to sit on the edge of the bed, right behind her. You leaned back and rested your hands on her mattress, looking at her through the mirror.

"Let's see, spill the tea," you said.

"I talked to some of my colleagues at SM about this whole thing and they told me that everything seemed status quo," she said, putting on lipstick. "Apparently Irene hasn't missed any scheduled events or anything."

"Obviously she can't do that. But we can't just ignore what Seulgi and Yeri say about her," you pointed out. "They're closer to her than anyone else, and if they say she's acting weird, there must be a reason."

"Yeah, but we still can't get any evidence of that while on tour," she put away her lipstick and moved on to adjust her hair. "What is true is that she knows very well what role you play with us here, because similar cases have already been seen on other tours by other groups."

"And you don't think it has anything to do with you breaking ties with her?" You tilted your head to see her better, as she covered her face with her own arm while she combed her hair.

Jihye stayed quiet, and slowly lowered her brush as she looked at herself. She then shrugged with a tired look.

"Could be," she finally said. "But now is not the time to worry about that, we have to go."

She turned around and offered you her hand, you took it and you both walked out of the room with your arms linked, heading to the girls' suite a couple of floors above.

If you hadn't previously known which girls' suite was, the booming loud music, laughter, and loud chatter would have given them away pretty quickly.

"Fuck, good thing all the adjacent rooms are ours," Jihye said as you stood in front of the suite door.

"Ah, no wonder there's so much noise."

In fact the noise was not only coming from the girls' suite, but from a few rooms away in each direction.

Jihye turned to look at you as if you were born stupid, a tradition.

"Well yeah, what did you expect? That everyone would fit in there?"

"I mean I don't know!" you protested. "Those girls are crazy."

"Yeah yeah, just knock on the door honey."

You took a step forward with her still linked to your arm and knocked on the door a couple of times. There was a little 'silence' inside.

"Password?" you heard Aeri's voice from the other side.

You and Jihye exchanged glances, both with your brows furrowed.

"I don't know such a password, so we'll go to our rooms to sleep!" you said, standing close to the door so she could hear you.

Not even two seconds passed when Aeri suddenly opened the door and grabbed your arm to pull you inside, consequently also pulling Jihye. Aeri then closed the door behind you.

"It's about time our guest of honor arrived!" she said, and passed by your left.

The girls' suite had a living room as soon as you entered, with a wooden wall unit that housed cabinets, small display cases, and a space for a television. There used to be a couple of circular tables with chairs, but it looked like they had been removed before the party actually started. Seeing who was in there you knew why, and also why Aeri had said what she said a second ago.

You were the only man in a room full of women.

"The other guys freaked out and went to play poker and drink in the next room," Aeri said in an amused tone, and went to sit with the Aespa girls on the large corner couch in the back.

You knew perfectly well that that wasn't true. Those men were never invited to that suite in the first place, you confirmed it when you saw all of them, including the backup dancers, in both comfortable and extremely provocative pajamas.

The backup dancers were the same ones you had come across earlier. You didn't know the name of any of them, but seeing them like that made you re-confirm that they were all stupidly hot as well. They were sitting on the floor, arranged in a circle right next to the sofa.

"Well, playing poker with them sounds pretty fun," you said, avoiding their gazes. "Which room is it?"

Minjeong, who was only wearing a semi-transparent tank top, through which you could see her tits, and red panties, stood up and crossed her arms, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Do you really think you'll have more fun with those stinkers than with us?" she asked.

You examined everyone's 'outfits', including Jihye's, and then realized that you must look like a jester dressed like that. Communication had to be improved for next time.

You leaned towards Jihye, took her hand and moved closer to her ear.

"Are you okay with all this?" you whispered. "You know… because of who's here."

Jihye gave your hand a reassuring squeeze and nodded.

"Oh don't worry, they're already thoroughly vetted, so it's all good."

Rina stood up and walked towards you, she was wearing extremely small shorts and a crop top sweater under which she obviously wasn't wearing a bra.

Being in front of you, she put her hand directly on your cock, and squeezed it through your pants. It was all you needed to definitively fall into the black widow's net. Great, how fucking weak you were.

She brought her face closer to yours and looked into your eyes.

"You're going to go play poker like a coward…" she kneaded your cock a one time and left her hand still again. "Or are you going to play with us?"

"I don't know… it depends on what you're going to play, of course."

Rina squeezed your cock again, which became hard under her hand.

"Does it matter?"

You licked your lips and took a deep breath so as not to take off those shorts and fuck her in front of everyone to see.

"Nah, not really."

"Great, now undress and stay in just your boxers, t-shirt and socks," she ordered, turned around and went back to her seat.

Jihye took off her jacket, threw it aside and took your hand to go with you to the circle where the backup dancers were. They opened a seat for you, where Jihye sat on your right.

There was a mixed reaction among the other girls. Some seemed surprised, others smiled to themselves and looked you up and down between giggles. You exchanged glances with each one, and then looked at Jihye.

"Are you going to introduce them to me or what?" you asked.

"Oh right, right," Jihye nodded, pointing first to the girl on your left. She was the girl you had locked eyes with earlier. She was wearing only a white sweater and black panties. "These are Minha, Youjin, Chaeyeon, Nakyung and Yunji," she said, pointing to each one.

"Very well, nice to meet you," you nodded, with a small smile.

“Oh, the pleasure is ours,” Youjin said with a giggle, looking at the bulge in your boxers."

"I agree," Minha said from beside you, who kept looking at you with the biggest 'fuck me' eyes you had ever seen.

You looked at Ning, who was sitting hugging her legs on the left end of the couch, right behind Chaeyeon. She was wearing high black stockings, panties of the same color, and an olive green hoodie. The look she gave you, you immediately interpreted as 'What do you need, darling'?

"Baby, would you serve me and Jihye a couple of shots?" you said. "We need to warm up a little."

"Yeah!" she nodded, and stood up immediately.

You stared at her, hoping that she would look for a bottle of vodka or maybe gin for the shots. Well, the woman came back with a little bottle of fucking tequila.

"Oh hell no, I don't want to die today," you protested.

"Shut up and don't be a pussy!" Rina squealed behind Ning as she served you the shots.

Ning handed you the small glass cups, filled to the top with the clear liquid.

"I hope you're not going to drink this today," you said to Ning, with a stern look.

"Not even a single one?" she asked with a pout.

“No,” you said flatly. "You know what happens. Just rum, or something softer."

"Well, it's fine with me," Ning shrugged and leaned down to give you a peck on the forehead. She then returned to the girls on the couch.

“Oh come on…” Jihye said, looking at you with narrowed eyes. "That girl would never listen to me like that."

"Then be thankful I'm here. Cheers," you lifted the glass cup.

"Cheers," Jihye returned.

You both clinked glasses and blew the shot. You couldn't help but wrinkle your face at how stupidly strong that devil's drink was. It even made you a little sick. Jihye had a similar reaction.

"That's fucking disgusting, my god," you grumbled, leaving the empty glass behind you. "Alright, what are we going to play?"

"None of us really got to enjoy our teenage years because we were trainees," Minjeong said. "Playing truth or dare would be fun, or spin the bottle, I don't know."

The light bulb above your head went on immediately.

"Why not both?" you said, and they all turned to look at you. "Someone spins the bottle, they kiss, and then that someone asks the other person truth or dare."

"That might work," Rina agreed. "But I think if whoever the bottle falls on could choose which part they want to be kissed would be more interesting."

Ning had left the bottle of tequila near you, but you weren't going to take another drop of that shit, and you wanted to have something.

"Aight, but give me a second," you quickly stood up and went to the small refrigerator in one of the corners. From there you got a bottle of Martin Miller gin.

“Oh thank god,” Jihye said as you sat down next to her again. "Pour me."

You did so, and you both downed the Gin shot in a second. Now that was a great relief to your throats.

"Well? Who will spin the bottle first?" you asked.

To the surprise of everyone except you and the members, Jihye took the baton and without hesitation spun the bottle. You felt a painful pang in your heart when the bottle fell pointing towards Rina, who had made space for herself in the circle like the rest of the girls.

"Fuck, it's about time you and I kissed," Rina said with a mischievous smile.

Jihye sighed and crawled over to grab her face, but when she tried to kiss Jimin, Jimin put a finger on her lips.

"Nuh-uh," she shook her head. "On the other lips, cutie."

"You've got to be kidding me, Yoo Jimin," Jihye said.

Rina raised an eyebrow.

"You remember what I did for you on the plane, right?" she said.

"I already paid for that debt, you lying whore."

"I don't care, come here."

Rina leaned back and took off the small shorts she was wearing. You weren't surprised by the fact that she wasn't wearing panties underneath her. It was something as natural to you as seeing a leaf fall from a tree.

She spread her legs wide and revealed her pretty pussy for everyone to see. Jihye was forced to lie down on the floor and get between her legs. You couldn't see anything from the angle, but you knew when Jihye started to kiss her down there when Jimin let out a small moan and bit her own lip.

It was only about ten seconds until Jihye returned to her position, licking her lips as if nothing had happened. You looked at Jimin's pussy, now glistening with Jihye's saliva, before she closed her legs and crossed them.

"Truth or dare, bitch?" Jihye asked.

"Dare," Rina blew her a kiss.

From the small evil smile that Jihye escaped you knew that good revenge was coming. You crossed your arms, attentive.

"I dare you to go back to the couch with the members and watch me and the girls take our turns with him."

Rina's mouth was open, and she looked at you with her eyebrows raised as if to say, 'Can you believe it?' You just shrugged and shook your head.

"Hey, that's not fair!" Aeri protested.

"Why do we have to be involved in that whore's dare?" Minjeong screeched with a frown.

"I don't care, I'm the boss," Jihye said arrogantly. "But since I am not cruel, I will make sure that you two and Ning return to the game soon."

"My ass is not cruel!" Rina finally screeched, and she stood up.

"I don't care, go," Jihye gestured towards the couch.

The three missing girls stood up and went to sit on the couch again. Ning was the calmest of all, although she kept giving Jihye resentful glances.

Yujin, the girl to Jihye's right, was next. She spun the bottle, which landed on Chaeyeon. The two of them were quite tame at first, just sharing a sexy kiss for about twenty seconds.

"Truth or dare, unnie?" Yujin asked.

"Dare," Chaeyeon responded.

"I dare you to get naked."

“Uh… we started strong,” Jihye said from beside you.

Chaeyeon did not hesitate to obey. She stood up, and the first thing she did was take off the white tank top she was wearing to reveal a pair of round, good-sized, and extremely pretty tits. Then she pulled down her sweatpants and panties, revealing a body full of delicious pale flesh in every right place.

She pursed her lips to hide a small smile, then she gave you a small glance and went to her place. Maybe you hadn't been too sneaky about admiring her body.

"Oh my god she's delicious," you heard Aeri say.

"I know right?" Minjeong said. "Such pretty tits and thighs."

The next one to spin the bottle was Nakyung, the only one of them all who had cute colorful decorations on strands of her hair. As you did, the bottle stopped pointing towards you. She stared into your eyes and slowly crawled towards you. When her face was in front of yours you gently grabbed her chin, and just when she was going to kiss you, you approached her ear.

"I want you to kiss the bottom of my abdomen…" you whispered. "You know, right on top of my cock."

"Take it for granted," she agreed with a giggle.

You spread your legs to the sides of her and she knelt in the middle. Then you pulled your boxers down as much as you could without showing anything, and Nakyung got on her hands and knees with a perfect backbend that made her ass look like a real delight, since she was only wearing a tight white cropped sweater and a black thong.

She lowered her head and approached the part of your abdomen that you had revealed, and after giving you a little look she began to distribute small, wet kisses along your lower abdomen, which intensified to the point of even adding her tongue and slight exhalations of hot breath.

About a minute passed when she knelt up again and looked you in the eyes.

"Truth or dare, handsome?" she asked.

"Truth."

The common reaction of all the girls was surprise. Nakyung even took a moment to think since she wasn't expecting that answer.

"Have you ever thought about providing services to me and the girls?" she asked.

"The idea has crossed my mind several times, yeah," you nodded. "And I would have been downright delighted."

Minha next to you moved closer to your ear and covered her mouth with her hand.

"Then wait until you feel my pussy just once…" she whispered. "You'll come crawling back for more."

Your cock, hard as a mast under your boxers, throbbed at that crisp and sexy tone of voice. And you were sure everyone saw it.

"Oh come on," Minjeong complained from the couch. "You better put a little more effort into those questions and dares because otherwise I'll go suck cocks in the next room."

"Just calm your horny ass and wait, slut," you snapped, and fixed your gaze on Chaeyeon, who was next.

She turned the bottle, which stopped pointing at Jihye.

Jihye was pretty quick to take off her sports bra, to reveal that cute little pair of tits that you had already loved a few weeks ago. The girls except the members were speechless. You guessed that none of them had seen Jihye naked before.

"Come here and eat my tits, beautiful," Jihye said, beckoning with her finger.

Chaeyeon crawled over to Jihye and wrapped an arm around her body to bring her chest closer to her mouth. She put one breast into her mouth, and then the other. She alternated between both nipples with sensual sucks, kisses and licks, while Jihye stroked her raven black hair.

You had everything happening right next to you, and you couldn't help but see every part of Chaeyeon's naked fleshy body with your mouth watering, all while Jihye let out small moans.

After a few long seconds Chaeyeon finally pulled away from Jihye's tits and gave you a long look before looking back at her.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Jihye said without a second thought.

Chaeyeon took one look at the hard, throbbing bulge beneath your boxers and licked her lips.

"I dare you to suck his cock," she said, and then returned to her place, ready to watch.

"For God's sake it was about time!" Rina celebrated from the couch.

You made eye contact with Jihye for a few long seconds, wondering if she would really comply or if she was going to reject the dare. She finally raised an eyebrow and formed the most provocative expression you had ever seen her make at you.

"Make sure you enjoy it, darling," she winked at you.

Jihye positioned herself between your legs and layed down with her stomach flat, raised one thigh over your calf and pulled your boxers down to the middle of your thighs. Your hard cock was released just inches from that spectacular work of art that Jihye had as her face, and she wasted no time at all in grabbing it with one hand and taking it inside her mouth.

The way you moaned like a needy little slut would have embarrassed you if you'd only realized. There was no possible comparison to the sensation that came from feeling like more and more inches of your cock were buried inside that woman's mouth, so warm and perfect.

You leaned back and placed your hands on the floor to watch Jihye as she bobbed her head up and down your cock in a stupidly sensual manner. She pulled you out every few seconds to fill your shaft with wet kisses, and lick it up and down. When she returned you into her mouth, she did so with a moan and made sure to make loud slurping sounds afterwards.

"That's it, boss!" Minjeong cheered with small applause from the couch. "Suck that juicy cock like there's no tomorrow."

The rest of the girls also gave small cheers, which were soon mixed with small moans as the Aespa girls began to undress and play with each other. Meanwhile, you felt like you were going to cum embarrassingly fast if Jihye continued to do such wonders on your cock.

Luckily for you, Jihye stopped after a couple of minutes and knelt up with her gaze fixed on your eyes. She wiped the saliva from her lips with the back of her hand, and finished removing your boxers to throw them specifically at the side of her sports bra.

“Jihye…” you gasped, still in disbelief. "That was.."

"Amazing, I know," she interrupted you, and she patted your thigh before sitting down in her place.

You stared at her for a few seconds, contemplating whether picking her up, taking her to bed, and fucking the brains out of her would be too daring and dumb. After realizing that it would indeed be stupid, you looked at the Aespa girls on the couch. They were all gently touching each other. Minjeong with Ning and Aeri with Rina.

By the time Youjin, the next person in turn, turned the bottle, the level of heat and horniness in the room reached such a point that it was palpable in the air. They were all visibly excited. You even noticed that Chaeyeon kept rubbing her thighs together.

The bottle stopped and pointed towards Minha.

"My feet need some attention, cutie," Youjin said looking at the blonde girl. "Come here."

Youjin leaned back, leaned on her elbows, and raised her feet in the air. Minha next to you got on her hands and knees and approached them. You weren't a fool not to realize that she had done it on purpose, because as she did so, the sweater rode up to her abdomen and revealed a round, firm, snow-white ass for you to see.

Minha kissed Youjin's feet in great detail, and she didn't stop until they were glistening with saliva. When she finished, Minha sat up.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth," Youjin chose.

"Have you ever masturbated thinking about him?" Minha nodded at you.

Youjin looked at your cock and bit her lower lip.

"Just once…" she admitted, "But I wouldn't mind doing it one more time."

Youjin was only wearing a white t-shirt and red cheeky panties, but they soon slid off her firm dancer's thighs to reveal a plump, perfectly shaved and wet pussy. She then put her hand on her pussy and started to touch it slowly.

"Come on, spin the bottle," you said to Minha, who did so immediately.

In a perfect act of mercy on the part of fate the bottle stopped pointing at you. You and Minha exchanged glances. Those eyes again. She wanted it, she implored it. You just had to say it.

"Keep up the boss job, cutie," you winked at her.

Minha settled down with surprising speed, her right arm over your left thigh and her body extended to the left. Her sweater was still rolled up above her waist, so her ass was still exposed as she grabbed your cock with one hand and took it into her mouth with a moan.

Honestly she wasn't bad at giving head at all, in fact she was pretty good. But after experiencing a blowjob from Jihye, however brief it may have been, your bar became a little too high.

It's not like you can compare them fairly either. Jihye's blowjob had been slow, sensual, with the sole purpose of making you feel every movement in every fiber of your body. Minha, on the other hand, was giving you a messy blowjob, which lacked any modesty in front of all the gazes of those hungry hyenas.

The big notable difference you found between the two was that Minha was able to take you deeper than Jihye, so the room was filled with gagging sounds every time she lowered her head to your base.

You had your right hand attached to her hair, in a ponytail that allowed you to see her mouth in great detail as it slid along your saliva-soaked shaft. But you soon found yourself too tempted by that round ass, so you brought your left hand as discreetly as you could to one of her buttocks to squeeze it.

"Jesus Christ, woman," said Jihye next to you, who you noticed no longer had pants on and was only in panties. "You're going to kill him."

You also noticed that the rest of the girls were also already with several articles of clothing removed. The Aespa girls were already completely naked, eating each other on the couch like a lewd living mass of bodies. Nakyung had taken off her sweater, and Yujin had taken off both her sweatpants and the black tank top she was wearing.

Youjin had not continued touching herself with as much enthusiasm as at the beginning, perhaps wanting to save herself for what was really important. But she still had two fingers on her clit, which she moved very slowly.

Chaeyeon, the only one who was completely naked apart from the Aespa girls, was playing with her own tits and biting her lip while she intently watched Minha suck your cock. You could notice her desperation without much effort.

Minha finally pulled you out of her mouth after another couple of minutes, with a sharp intake of breath. The tip of your cock connected to her lips by several strands of saliva. She sat up and stared at you, still moving her hand up and down your cock.

"Truth or dare, daddy?"

"Hey!" Minjeong protested from the couch, while Rina ate her pussy. "That's my pet name for him!"

Neither of you two paid her any attention.

"Dare. Come on, say it," you said between gasps.

"I dare you to fuck me," she said bluntly. "Here and now."

You smiled and immediately took off your shirt, which you threw on top of the pile of yours and Jihye's clothes. You didn't even find it necessary to accept her challenge, you just sat outside the circle and grabbed her by her sweater to pull her towards you. She straddled you immediately, grabbed your face and smashed her lips against yours.

Since you were there that night for everything but foreplay, you wasted no time and grabbed her waist, made her raise her hips, and pushed her panties aside to press the tip of your cock against her pussy. Minha moaned against your lips and very slowly lowered her hips, impaling herself easily on your throbbing cock.

"I knew you were going to feel fucking amazing stretching my pussy, fuck," she moaned against your lips. "Put me on the floor and fuck me daddy."

You leaned forward and carefully placed her on the floor without leaving her pussy. Minha then spread her legs wide, so that you settled between them and began to move your hips back and forth.

Her small waist worked as your grip point, as you took the entire length of your cock in and out of her pretty pussy with slow pumps.

Out of the corner of your eye you could notice that the girls in the circle had already completely discarded the little clothes they had left. They were all completely naked, subtly touching each other or just staring intently, with saliva almost falling from their lips. Jihye was the one closest to you and Minha, and she was the only one who had put two fingers inside her own pussy to pump them very slowly.

Minha was the only one with an article of clothing on, but this soon ceased to be the case when you grabbed her sweater and pulled it over her head and out of her arms. A pair of perky, good-sized tits that reminded you of Yeji's were left free. You brought your hand to one of them and kneaded it.

Over time you picked up a fast and constant rhythm in your pumps. You didn't want to go too fast or get too intense right from the start, as you wanted to manage your energy as much as possible. What you couldn't control was the orgasm that had been brewing since Jihye put you inside her mouth, which came just at the moment Minha squeezed your cock between the walls of her pussy with her own orgasm.

Your intention was to get out of her pussy before you came, but Minha grabbed her arms around your neck and trapped you between her legs while she screamed with pleasure in your ear, so not having time to warn her, you had no choice but to explode inside her.

You expected her to be upset and slap you, but instead she bit your ear and let out a sensual moan as she felt how you filled her with a thick and abundant load. You gave her pussy slow pumps, your face buried in her neck between grunts of pleasure.

After making sure every drop of it was inside her you patted her thigh and she let you go. You knelt up, and grabbed your cock by the base to pull it out of her. Before your load began to leak between her folds and fall to the floor, Chaeyeon had already pounced on you and climbed on top of Minha to collect your cum with her tongue, in a 69 position that Minha took advantage of to kiss the fleshy Chaeyeon's thighs.

After finishing collecting your load with her tongue, Chaeyeon raised her gaze and left it fixed on your cock, as if she wanted to decide to break the game now and suck you off or continue. She finally looked you in the eyes.

"I'm next, I don't care what anyone tells you," she said, and then she went back to her seat between Nakyung and Youjin.

"And this is definitely not my first and last chance with you," Minha said next to you, she stood up and sat back down.

You stood there for a moment, still catching your breath. You looked to the right, towards the couch. Aeri was fingering Ning, who in turn was eating Minjeong's pussy. Rina ate Aeri's ass. They were in their own world at that moment, not caring what you did in the game for now.

When you returned to your seat it was finally your turn. The girls had stopped touching each other, ready, for the moment, to continue with the game. You turned the bottle, and it pointed towards Yunji, who looked at you with a satisfied expression.

"Do a nice make out session with my tits," she said. "Come here."

"You come here," you said, and patted your thigh a couple of times.

Yunji crawled in your direction and straddled you. She had the thinnest body of all of them, but at the same time the one that was most full of curves and muscle. It was evident that she was a gym girl, with that pair of firm and round buttocks, an extremely attractive flat abdomen and prominent shoulders.

Her tits were deceptive, as they appeared to be not too big when covered by a bra, but they were actually a nice pair of firm, sizable breasts. You wrapped an arm around her small waist and took one of her nipples into your mouth.

The barriers imposed by the game were already beginning to be more and more ignored, since Yunji, having your cock pressed between her folds, moved her hips slowly to rub it against her pussy while you ate her tits. You didn't care, you understood that for that point and all those girls would have their minds clouded and their wires somewhat crossed.

A minute passed before you stopped, but Yunji didn't, she continued moving her hips. She looked at you and placed a hand on the back of your neck. You looked into each other's eyes, your lips a short distance apart.

"Truth or Dare?" she asked.

"Dare," you said this time.

Yunji turned to look towards the girls on the couch, you noticed she looked at Aeri for a second, and then she turned back to you.

"You know, I've heard Gigi say that you're good at worshiping feet and ass…" she said, and ran her thumb over your bottom lip. "I'll leave the choice to you."

"Oh… bad mistake then."

Just like you did with Minha a few minutes ago, you carefully pushed yourself forward and gently laid Yunji on the floor. You knelt in front of her, and she pulled her legs toward her abdomen to hug them behind her knees. Her feet were raised at the height of your face, but she also presented her pussy and her pretty ass for you.

There were three great temptations, of which you were only going to be able to choose one. Or that's what she believed, because she hadn't been specific in her dare and she had given you the power to decide. You would make a multiple choice, no more, no less.

You made Yunji believe that you had chosen her feet first. You grabbed each of her ankles and then brought her toes to your mouth. You sucked and kissed each toe just like you would have done with Aeri, who liked when you left her feet covered in saliva. You and Yunji were making deep eye contact, especially because the tip of your cock was rubbing against her pussy.

Once you considered that her feet had enough attention, you slowly moved down her calves and little by little towards her knee.

"Hey!" She protested, but she did not resist. "What are you doing?"

"You never told me to choose just one option," you said, and moved on to kiss the back of her thighs. "Bad mistake, I already told you."

"Don't believe him," Jihye said between gasps behind you. "He would have done it anyway."

When you got low enough you were tempted to eat her pussy, which looked tight like no other. Instead you grabbed her by her hips and forced her to lie face down. Then you put your hands on her thighs and began to fill her ass with kisses.

Your mouth moved along and across each buttock, between licks and small kisses that made Yunji moan. You heard moans behind you—and in all directions, really—that you knew were coming from Jihye. Knowing that you had her full attention turned you on, just like she drove you crazy that night you shared Minjeong.

By filling her buttocks with kisses you passed on what would be your main prize. You separated her buttocks with a squeeze, and even though you had her pussy right there, ready for you to devour it, you had a more than clear option.

"Mmmgh!" Yunji moaned, feeling your tongue against her butthole. "Oh god, that feels so…"

"Weird but stupidly good at the same time?" you heard Aeri say between moans in the distance.

"Y-Yeah…"

Listening to Aeri only made you remember all those times when you had done that same thing to her, and therefore, your mind brought up all the techniques that you knew drove her crazy. Not to your surprise, they worked wonders on Yunji, who twisted her hips while she tensed her buttocks on the sides of your face.

For a moment you were absorbed in your work and in that delicious ass. It was a few touches on your back that brought you out of your trance and made you sit up straight. You turned to meet the lustful gaze of Jihye, who gestured towards the bottle.

"Sure, sorry," you nodded. And you helped Yunji sit up too. "Did you like that?"

She nodded between gasps.

"I didn't expect to like it so much," she said. "But I just hope you do the same with that cock."

Yunji returned to her seat, to the right of Jihye, who was next in line. You also returned to your seat and looked at her. Jihye picked up the bottle and looked at it for a few long seconds. Then she looked at the girls, all naked and visibly lustful. Finally she looked at you and your rock hard cock.

"Fuck," she sighed. "Can we stop playing and just start fucking?"

You've never seen so many people agree with something since Ning once said airplane food tasted like sand. And then the real debauchery broke out.

Chaeyeon was the most determined of all. She went to you directly, and put her arms around your neck to pull you back to the floor and kiss you. You, finally free from the chains imposed by the rules of the game, surrounded that voluptuous and fleshy body with your arms and touched it in every possible corner, from her back, her waist, and even her soft thighs.

"Fuck my mouth first… will you?" she said between kisses, and she brought a hand to your cock to rub it slowly.

"If I do I'll be anything but gentle," you replied, as you groped her ass.

"I wasn't going to ask you to be gentle with me. I want you to make me fucking choke on that cock."

You pushed her off you and stood up. Chaeyeon quickly followed you, and she knelt in front of you with her mouth already open and her tongue hanging out.

"I also want to!" Nakyung said, adopting the exact same pose as Chaeyeon next to her.

Chaeyeon wrinkled her brow and turned to look at her.

"Don't even think he's going to fuck you first!" she said. "I was already in line."

Nakyung also turned to look at her, brow furrowed.

"No one's saying he's going to fuck me first, you feisty bitch!" she snapped.

You sighed and let your head fall back. Another damn reflection of Rina and Aeri, great.

While they were arguing you turned to see what was happening around you. Jihye was curled up on the floor with Yunji, who was probably the one she went to for the simple fact that she was the one she was closest to. They moved from one side to the other, kissing and groping everywhere. Minha and Younji had completely skipped that part. The blonde girl was straight on eating Younji's pussy, who was caressing her hair with her legs over her shoulders.

The Aespa girls were still a mess of hot bodies on top of each other. The only difference was that now they were paying more attention to what was happening outside their bubble.

"I've been waiting for this all fucking day, don't be envious!" Chaeyeon said to Nakyung.

You snorted, and before Nakyung could say anything, you grabbed Chaeyeon by the back of her head, turned her towards your cock, and forced it into her mouth. Chaeyeon greeted you with a satisfied moan.

"Yeah, it's about time you shut up," Nakyung said, and then she opened her mouth again for you.

Chaeyeon, who seemed to forget all the anger she had built up thanks to Nakyung's sudden appearance, stuck out her tongue with your cock inside her mouth. You kept pushing, not knowing what her natural limit would be. But it was gratifying for you to know that there was no such thing, as your cock was all the way down to her throat without a single gag reflex.

The first thing that came to your mind was that this girl was experienced with that kind of thing, so you didn't bother starting slow. Just like you promised her, you weren't gentle at all. Within a few seconds you were already at almost the maximum capacity of your motor pumping in and out of her mouth.

Chaeyeon was a good girl who stayed completely still for you, with her tongue out at all times and not caring when saliva started to drip out of her mouth.

But you soon made the switch, and went from Chaeyeon's mouth to Nakyung's, who also seemed desperate to show you what she could do.

The truth was that Nakyung had nothing to envy Chaeyeon. Even though your cock wasn't able to go all the way inside her mouth, Nakyung made up by moving her tongue to stimulate the underside of your shaft with each pump. You were just as aggressive with her.

You alternated between both girls every few seconds, fucking each mouth like a machine with well-oiled gears running at full speed. Your cock was soaked with saliva, which as it accumulated fell to their thighs and to the floor.

You were fucking Chaeyeon's mouth when she gave you a couple of pats on your thigh. You pulled your cock out of her mouth, and she took a sharp breath of air.

"Enough, you're going to fuck me right now," she said, some treads of saliva falling from her bottom lip.

"So what if I refuse?" you joked, raising an eyebrow.

Chaeyeon turned around and got on her hands and knees, her back arched in a millimeter-perfect way. Her ass now looked more delicious than ever, big, pale and visibly easy to make bounce. She looked at you over her shoulder, while you looked at her plump pussy.

"I don't think you'll be able to refuse," she told you, and then bounced one of her butt cheeks for you with a spank.

"Fuck… and you're right."

You got on your knees behind her, and with one hand on her waist, you guided your cock into her pussy, which greeted you with overwhelming warmth and wetness.

"Ohhh god that cock feels so fucking good…" Chaeyeon moaned, her face twisted and her eyes rolled back as you buried yourself deep inside her.

“Naky, fondle his balls and suck his cock!” you heard Jimin say from the couch. "He loves it when I do that while he fucks Aeri."

Nakyung was diligent and even with an added bonus. She knelt up next to you and Chaeyeon, she cupped the side of your face with one hand and kissed you. Meanwhile, her other hand came down to grab your balls and give them a subtle squeeze that led to small massages.

You left your left hand on Chaeyeon's waist, and wrapped your free arm around Nakyung's body to press it against yours. You pumped in and out of Chaeyeon's silky pussy, faster and faster until the 'clapping' sounds became as loud as her moans. All while you groped Nakyung's ass and rubbed her pussy between her buttocks.

After a few seconds of hitting Chaeyeon's pussy mercilessly, you took out your cock and left it between her buttocks. Nakyung took this as her cue to get into the action, and got into the same position as Chaeyeon to get on the lewd act's level. She then grabbed your cock, and freshly soaked with Chaeyeon's fluids, brought it to her mouth to suck.

Nakyung sucked half of your cock for a few seconds, eye contact with you the entire time. While she did it you rubbed Chaeyeon's clit as compensation, until Nakyung herself returned your cock inside her pussy.

Certainly at that moment you weren't expecting more company than the two of them, but Youjin joined you on your left side; she buried her face in your neck to fill it with wet kisses and small bites. You put your right hand on one of Chaeyeon's buttocks, and just like with Nakyung, you wrapped your free arm around Youjin's body to grab her ass.

"Mmm! Just like that honey, just like that!" Chaeyeon screeched, one side of her face pressed to the floor. "Go on, go on, go on!"

You increased your pace just a little, enough to accelerate Chaeyeon's imminent orgasm by a few seconds, which came in the form of a sudden spasm that shook her and made her hunch her back between grunts of pleasure. That was the perfect moment to pull your cock out for Nakyung to take it inside her mouth again.

While Nakyung went back to sucking your cock, you put your right hand on her head and with the other rubbed Youjin's clit on your left. She stopped kissing your neck, raised her head and kissed you between moans.

"Cum all over that gorgeous pale ass baby…" you heard Nakyung say as she licked your balls and jerked you off quickly.

"Yeah…" Youjin moaned against your lips. "We want to know what it looks like smeared by a hot thick load."

Youjin, while Nakyung was jerked you off, brought a hand to your balls to knead them as well. The icing on the cake was Chaeyeon's lascivious gaze, placed on you and your cock. There was no way a man could resist under those circumstances, so after a few seconds you exploded.

“Fuck…” Chaeyeon moaned as Nakyung and Youjin drained you all over her ass, soon covered in both buttocks with severe strips of cum. "He cums so fucking much."

When your orgasm passed, Nakyung and Youjin let go of your cock to each go to Chaeyeon's buttock and run their tongues over it. With that they each collected every drop of cum and swallowed it gladly.

With her ass already cleaned, Chaeyeon knelt up and turned around, leaned forward and grabbed your face to lick the entire side of your face, from your jaw to the side of your forehead.

"You fuck like a damn animal and you fascinate me because of it…" she said with a husky voice. "But I also want to know how you eat pussy while you fuck Nakyung-ssi."

"You better give me a break between fucks because I'm not made of steel," you said, catching your breath.

"Sit on his face Chaeyonie!" Aeri moaned from the couch.

"And you ride him, Nakyung-ssi!" Minjeong also said. "But do it in reverse so he can spank you full."

You didn't have time to turn around to see what the other girls were doing when Chaeyeon pushed you back and you fell lying on your back. The only thing you managed to see out of the corner of your eye was that Jihye was between Yunji's legs, on whose face Minha was straddled.

Chaeyeon wasted no time and climbed on top of your face, both thighs pressed on either side of your skull before lowering her hips and smothering you with her wet pussy, which you attacked without hesitation with intense licks. You noticed that she slumped forward, perhaps to eat Youjin's pussy since you heard her moans.

Nakyung meanwhile took your cock carefully and filled it with affectionate kisses and licks knowing that you must still be sensitive. However, the worry did not last long for her, because after a minute you felt her climb on top of you and grab your shaft to impale herself on it.

"Oh my god…" Nakyung moaned, as your cock slid into her pussy. "It feels better than I thought."

"I know right?" Chaeyeon said, also groaning. "That fucking piece of meat is magic."

"I'm glad you noticed! But is fucking mine!" you heard Jimin say.

“Shut your mouth, you hoarding bitch,” you heard Jihye from somewhere in the room.

You couldn't do anything but stick to the issue that prevented you from breathing properly thanks to your nose being buried between tender, wet flesh.

Chaeyeon's pussy was surprisingly delicious and soft; you found yourself more committed to eating it and tasting it as you expected. You grabbed her ass, with strong grips. She could only moan against Youjin's pussy, a reflection of yourself in that instant, as Nakyung had already started bouncing up and down hard.

A couple of minutes passed and now Nakyung was bouncing so hard against your cock that you felt like she was going to permanently pin you to the floor like a carpet. Chaeyeon on the other hand soon reached another orgasm, which she rode out while she grinded her pussy and her ass against your face. Her moans were like music to your ears; they were one of the prettiest you had ever heard from any girl, only below Ning's, Yuna's, and Jimin's.

"Well, apparently you eat pussy as well as you fuck…" Chaeyeon said between pants as she got off your face. "You should be careful, lest I become obsessed with you."

She disappeared from your sight, but you knew that she would focus entirely on Youjin. You now only had one possible point of focus: Nakyung's pretty round ass bouncing on top of your cock so fast that it jiggled hypnotically, leaving you delighted to comply with Minjeong's wishes.

As soon as the spanks began to fall on her ass Nakyung began to scream with pleasure and bounce faster now. You grabbed each of her buttocks, now marked in red by the palms of your hands.

"It feels so good oh my god!" Nakyung growled, digging her nails into your knees. "I'm going to fucking explode around that damn juicy cock… Mmmmgh!"

Just as she foreshadowed, just a couple of seconds later she dropped against your pelvis with a hard slam and let her orgasm take complete control of her body. She put her knees off the floor, and ground her hips back and forth in that movement that must have felt stupidly incredible to her.

Seconds later you heard another series of moans similar to those of Nakyung, it didn't take you long to know that they were from Youjin. You didn't know what Chaeyeon had done to her, but apparently she had cum pretty hard.

When Nakyung's orgasm passed, she got off your cock and turned around to lean down and kiss you, her hands resting on the sides of your head.

“You better go fuck Youjinie right now…” she murmured against your lips. "She's very pretty when overstimulated."

She moved away from you and you were finally able to sit up and turn around. Your gaze first went to the Aespa girls. They seemed to be taking a short break, since they were all sweaty, still, and breathing heavily. Of course the only one who seemed tireless was Minjeong, who watched intently as she fingered herself.

You soon understood why she looked so interested. Jihye and Yujin were scissoring, while stimulating Minha's pussy. Jihye worked her fingers in and out, and Yujin rubbed her clit in circles.

As much as you were tempted to continue staring there, a woman of small stature, small tits and a thick, stocky body called you. When you turned to look at her she was lying on her side, with her legs drawn up towards her body. Chaeyeon was next to her, licking her fingers.

Youjin made eye contact with you, knowing what you were about to do. You knelt down and positioned yourself in front of her, and without warning you grabbed your cock and took it inside her pussy.

"Oh fuck!!" she squealed, bringing her hand to her mouth as you slowly buried yourself inside her.

Chaeyeon lay down in front of her and kissed her. Nakyung joined you and lay down behind her, putting an arm over Youjin's body and kissing her neck and back.

Being completely inside her you let out a moan and placed a hand on her ass, which was as firm as Nakyung's. Youjin couldn't stop squirming and screaming against Chaeyeon's lips, who, eager to make the mess worse, brought a hand to Youjin's pussy to rub it. Thank god Nakyung was behind her to hold her, because otherwise she would be writhing like a snake in a well.

A minute later you were already hammering Youjin's pussy at a strong, constant pace. Same pussy that Chaeyeon was rubbing in quick circles, her face buried in Youjin's neck. Nakyung on the other hand was kissing their lips, groping her tits and holding her neck. Youjin simply couldn't form a single word, all that came out of her mouth were breathy moans and grunts of pleasure.

You were so focused on what was happening in front of you that you were surprised when Minha joined the three of you. The blonde girl, with disheveled hair and slightly smudged makeup, knelt next to you and looked at you, and then she brought her fingers inside Nakyung. She kissed you for a few seconds.

Minha's work was based solely on going from side to side fingering Nakyung and Chaeyeon, who unloaded all that pleasure that Minha gave them on Youjin, who at that point, between your strong thrusts and the additional pair of hands stimulating different parts of her body, she couldn't do anything but cry.

After a few seconds Youjin finally reached another orgasm, but this one came with a little additional surprise. You were forced to get out of her pussy, while she released a jet of squirt so powerful that it soaked both your cock and both of your thighs. Neither Chaeyeon nor Nakyung seemed to notice this, so they both continued to overstimulate her.

"Help me with Chaeyeonie, will you?" Minha said to your left, between gasps. "I want these three whores to cum at the same time."

"And what about you?" you asked between gasps, a bead of sweat falling down your temple.

"Those two made me cum almost as hard as you," she nodded toward Jihye and Yunji, who were still in a scissors position but were now kissing. "I'm fine for now."

"Let's get to work then, cutie," you winked, and brought your right hand between Chaeyeon's buttocks to insert your fingers into her pussy.

Chaeyeon moaned and looked at you, she was hugging Youjin's head, who in turn was clinging to Nakyung's waist with one arm. Minha took her fingers inside Nakyung, and you both pumped your wrists to fuck both pussies in an unstoppable frenzy.

You weren't finished with Younji yet, so you took your cock back into her already soaked pussy, which received you so gently that it felt like putting your cock between two clouds. She squirmed again when she felt you deep inside her, and she let out a squeal against Chaeyeon's chest, where she also sank her teeth.

You found it incredible how despite being fingered in the most frantic, careless manner possible, Chaeyeon and Nakyung were still committed to their job of turning Youjin into a quivering mess of squeals. Thanks to this, Youjin reached another orgasm almost immediately, and again, you had to leave her pussy for her to release the stream of squirt between spasms.

That of course was not an impediment for you to continue, since you yourself were close to cumming again, and you were dying to see your load mixed with those hot jets of squirt. Not even five seconds passed when you penetrated her again, to hammer her pussy again as if it were the first time you fucked her.

This time everything was ready for the final touch. You and Minha moved your wrists non-stop, fingers in and out of Chaeyeon and Nakyung's pussies. Youjin was paralyzed with pleasure, still like a piece of meat made only to be ruined as she took every inch of cock inside her.

The first to cum was Chaeyeon, who moved your wrist from here to there between spasms and squeals. She was followed closely by Nakyung, who dug her nails into Youjin's waist with her hand on her head. Then came Youjin, whose last spurt of squirt you felt around your cock but you still didn't stop, not until you finally came with a ferocious grunt.

You left only the tip of your cock inside Youjin's pussy as your jets of thick cum mixed with those of her squirt, which were considerably weaker than the first, but it was still such a stupidly hot image that it would stay with you for a long time.

Youjin's pussy was completely soaked with a mixture of both fluids. Not even the color of her folds was distinguishable among so much viscous white. The ground beneath you was also a mess: soaked with grossly extensive pools of fluid.

“Noh Jihye…” you said between gasps, and looked up at her. She didn't pay attention to you, since she was eating Yunji's pussy. "Noh Jihye!"

She turned to look at you, and it seemed only then that she realized what the four of you had been doing.

"Bring that girl to me right now," you pointed at Yunji. "I want to fuck her ass too bad."

"Are you kidding?" Aeri said from the couch. No one was fucking anymore. In fact, Ning and Rina were already asleep, only her and Minjeong were watching. "Are you going to fuck her ass when I no longer have the energy to continue touching myself?"

"This isn't just about you, Uchinaga, I'm sorry," you blew her a kiss, and since neither Yunji nor Jihye wanted to move from the spot, you went towards them.

"You're having a blast huh?" Jihye asked as soon as you knelt next to her. She grabbed your cock and rubbed it a few times, getting cum and squirt all over her hand. "It's well soaked and slippery already, I don't think you need any lub."

Yunji was already on her hands and knees in front of you, while she stared at you. She certainly had a body to die for, a perfect mix of muscle and curves. You had no doubt why Jihye had been eating her out from the beginning.

"Be careful with me or I swear I'll kill you…" Yunji warned you between heavy breaths.

"Oh don't worry, he's a sweetheart," Aeri said from the couch.

"And then he transforms into a rabid animal," Minjeong added.

"He does it to you because you're an insufferable bitch, Kim Minjeong," Jihye snapped.

You didn't say anything to avoid getting into an argument with Minjeong at that moment. You positioned yourself behind Yunji, and started groping her ass between caresses and squeezes. Then you made a gesture of already putting your tip inside her butthole, but Jihye put a hand on your abdomen and stopped you.

"Wait," she said. "Let me prepare her for you."

Jihye scooped up some cum from your cock with two fingers and brought them to Yunji's butthole. She rubbed the contour for a few seconds, and then slowly buried her fingers inside her. It was clear that Yunji had no experience with doing anal, so she had to be very careful and patient with her until finally her fingers fit completely.

She pumped her fingers in and out of Yunji's ass for a few seconds, aiming to stretch her ass enough that it wouldn't be such an extremely difficult task when it was your turn. Finally she pulled her fingers out of Yunji, and unexpectedly brought them to your mouth. It was a strange thing to taste traces of your own cum, but you weren't thinking about that, you were thinking about sucking Jihye's fingers while you stared into her eyes.

The only thing able to get you out of that trance was Jihye herself, who took her fingers out of your mouth, grabbed your chin and made you look back at Yunji, whose slightly dilated ass was already waiting for you. Then you took your cock, and as carefully as you could, you began to bury it inside her butthole.

Despite Jihye's previous efforts, it was indeed a difficult task. Yunji reminded you of Yuna the first time she tried to get fucked in her ass, a constant push and pull with every inch you managed to take inside her. Jihye was next to her the entire time, trying in every way possible to make her relax. Even Aeri was being helpful.

But when you were fully inside her ass and were able to give her the first few pumps, you found that she was absolutely delighted to have her butthole completely filled with thick, wet, throbbing meat.

Jihye didn't stay still; as if your cock going in and out of Yunji's ass wasn't enough, she got under Yunji and took her fingers inside her pussy. She was also dangerously close to your balls, which she didn't hesitate to take to her mouth to suck and lick while the two of you fucked Yunji.

Both you and Yunji were moaning non-stop, she from being fucked in two holes at the same time, and you from being fucking that tight ass while Jihye's prodigious mouth was sucking on your balls. However, the first to cum in record time was Yunji. You had to hold her by a handful of hair and with your other hand on her lower back.

Yunji's moans, who were the only ones in the room at the moment, became louder and more numerous. She had tears in her eyes, as you were now fucking her as hard as you always fucked Aeri or Rina. But because you didn't want to leave her with an incomplete experience, you moved Jihye's fingers away from inside her pussy to pull your cock out of her ass and replace them with it.

"What the f-! Oh god!!" Yunji screeched, and smacked the floor as you now hammered her pussy and shook her back and forth.

Jihye crawled out from under Yunji's body and went to kneel behind you. She hugged you from behind, her chin resting on your shoulder as she took three of her fingers inside Yunji's ass, as a replacement for your cock.

You and Jihye made her cum once again, but this time Yunji dropped her stomach down, so your cock and Jihye's fingers involuntarily popped out of her holes as she writhed in pleasure.

"You still have a load left… right?" Jihye whispered in your ear, and she grabbed your cock to rub it slowly. "Wouldn't you like to paint our pretty faces with it?"

“I don't know how you can ask that, Noh Jihye…” you gasped, watching her hand run up and down your slippery cock.

"Girls?" Jihye called. "It's time for dinner."

Her words were like a call for the dead to revive, as a few seconds passed before Minha, Nakyung, Yunji and Chaeyeon surrounded you. Yunji also knelt up, visibly more exhausted than any of them. You couldn't help but let out a stupid giggle, feeling like the Pepe on the floor meme.

You stood up, and the standing girls automatically got on their knees. Jihye directly took the center. On her right side was Chaeyeon, and on the left was Minha. Nakyung, in front of Chaeyeon, and Younji, in front of Minha, positioned themselves closer to you. Yunji positioned herself directly under your cock, kneeling in front of Jihye.

The gazes of that fierce pack of wolves stayed on you for a few long seconds, until, unable to hold it anymore, began to devour your cock from all possible directions and ways.

If you already felt like the luckiest man in the world, feeling the mouths and tongues of six girls move up and down your cock made you feel like you had an eternal debt to pay to the universe.

Jihye, Chaeyeon and Minha were the main ones in charge of taking you inside their mouths. The three of them took turns every few seconds, each one sucking you off in a different way. Jihye did it slowly and sensually, just like she knew you loved it. Minha was more frenetic and messy. And Chaeyeon was a perfect hybrid between the two, with the peculiarity that she deepthroated you whenever she saw fit.

The other three girls were dedicated to licking every corner of your shaft that was not being sucked at the moment. Yunji focused on the base of your cock and balls, while Nakyung and Youjin sucked, licked, kissed, and slurped the sides of your shaft whenever one of the other three moved their heads away.

"That's so hot what the fuck…" you heard Aeri say, followed by a small moan.

And indeed it was. Your eyes felt cloudy, as did your mind. Your entire body, from your feet to your hands, felt padded, alien to you, as if they were not part of that plane of existence. It was the closest experience you had ever had to being high without needing any drugs.

"Jihye is such a bitch for leaving us out of the game…" Minjeong grumbled, still resentful.

"God, shut the hell up Minjeong," you managed to say between ragged gasps, feeling yourself getting closer. "G-Girls…?"

The six of them stopped suddenly and readjusted themselves, in the same positions only now they were all cheek to cheek, forming a perfect canvas to paint for you. You brought your hand to your cock and stroked it as fast as you could, your jaw clenched and grunts coming from your throat. Out of all the girls you were only able to make permanent eye contact with Jihye, and that was until you exploded all over her face first.

As much as you wanted to give Jihye the exclusivity of having your entire load to herself, you had to be evenhanded and drain yourself all over every face and every tongue of all of them. But you still had one last trump card in your favor.

"Snowball and make sure you give all the final load to the boss…" you said, looking at each of the white-stained faces.

They all obeyed and began to clean each other's faces, passing the loads from mouth to mouth. The person in charge of passing the final load to Jihye, mixed with the saliva of each of them, was Chaeyeon, who grabbed Jihye by the chin and let it fall from her tongue to hers.

You watched open-mouthed as the waterfall of thick fluid fell from tongue to tongue. Jihye had her gaze on you, making sure you were watching as all your cum was on her tongue before she swallowed it.

All the girls collapsed on the floor, some more resoundingly than others, but they all fainted. You fell to your knees right in front of Jihye, your faces mere inches apart. You two stared at each other for a few long seconds, panting and sweaty, until you could no longer hold your own body due to exhaustion.

You fell back to the floor, eyes weakly fixed on the ceiling. You had Chaeyeon on your side, and Minha on the other, both with their eyes closed and curled up against themselves. Your eyes didn't feel heavy or anything, but the pain in your trembling thighs left you wanting to do nothing more.

You made a pillow with your two hands behind your neck, and at your own will you closed your eyes. It wasn't long before you fell asleep like everyone else.

Waking up the next morning felt like the disastrous result of a night full of drinks. But the reality was that you hadn't even drunk that much. Your body hurt, especially your thighs, and also your head.

You rubbed your eyes with your knuckles and sat up. You looked around. The ones responsible for making you feel like a bulldozer had run over you were lying around you, peacefully asleep as if they hadn't squeezed your balls mercilessly.

The only one who had clung to you during the night had been Chaeyeon. Her thigh was above yours, and you had her arm over your abdomen. That girl was too pretty, and she kind of reminded you of Jihye because of the way she could easily be mistaken for an idol.

"I may be wrong, but I think she likes you," a voice said behind you.

Talking about the devil.

You turned to find Jihye, still naked, sitting on the floor with her back against the wall. She had her legs up, a cup of coffee in one hand and her phone in the other.

"She better not get too obsessed," you shook your head, and gently pushed Chaeyeon off you.

"Difficult when you fucked her that well," Jihye replied without looking at you, then took a sip of her coffee.

You let out a chuckle and stood up to walk towards her.

"The night took an unexpected turn huh?" you said, as you sat next to her.

Jihye turned to look at you, and maybe she could tell that you felt like an idiotic zombie just by your face, because she held out her cup of coffee for you to drink too.

"Maybe for you," she said. "Everyone here knows what happens when there is an after party during a tour."

You took a sip of the coffee. It was strong as a son of a bitch, with rather little sugar. But it was appreciated considering the situation.

"Thank you for reaffirming that I'm still a clueless fool," you sighed.

You put the coffee cup aside and laid your head on Jihye's shoulder. You closed your eyes again, and clung to her with a hug around her waist.

"Don't get used to it, anyway," she said, and she rested an arm on your back to stroke your hair. "After parties happen, but this one was… wild."

"Well no shit. It felt like a fucking decathlon."

"Oh, and you still have to deal with them by getting them all up and ready to go," she left your hair and reached out to pick up the cup again and take a sip.

"And may I know what you will be doing, Noh Jihye?"

"Pay extra money to the hotel staff for cleaning and for extra discretion," she replied with a giggle.

"Maybe you say it as a joke but it would be the most sensible thing to do," you laughed too.

"Do you think we're millionaires or what?"

You wrinkled your forehead, opened your eyes and looked at her.

"Honey, don't make me remind you of the stupid amount of funds that are provided to you."

"None of it is for paying for additional cleaning," she replied, and took a sip of her coffee as she looked at you with doe-eyed, innocent eyes.

"I don't care, pay those poor souls for having to clean up this mess," you cupped the side of her face and kissed her cheek before standing up.

She raised an eyebrow.

"May I know why you are giving me orders?"

"Because you can't contradict me on this one," you responded. "And because you seem to love it."

Jihye remained silent, and you could notice how her cheeks acquired a cute blush. You giggled, winked at her and got to work.

The first thing you really wanted to do was take a shower, but you knew you weren't going to have enough time, so you just got dressed as quickly as you could and started waking the girls up one by one. Jimin had woken up during the process, so she helped you with the Aespa girls. There were all kinds of different reactions from each one, but the common feel was feeling like they were in a vegetative state while they were getting dressed.

Once you were all dressed and 'ready' to go, you organized the room as well as you could, collected your things and went down to the lobby before heading to the airport, where you would finally say goodbye to the USA for a long time.

As soon as the plane had taken off you had settled into your seat, played The Smiths' The Queen is Dead album on a small portable speaker, and took a well-deserved comfortable nap. By the time you woke up, Jihye was sitting at the table with her laptop open, working. You had your own cabin on each jet, just for the two of you, a habit that started accidentally but that you couldn't even remotely refuse.

"I never thought I'd like them so much," she said when she saw that you had woken up, referring to The Smiths. "I thought they would be as unbearable as the Sex Pistols."

You had been showing her different classic rock albums and bands during those moments alone on flights. You had shown her the Sex Pistols mostly out of cultural obligation, not because you liked them.

"Few things are more unbearable than the Sex Pistols, believe me," you replied through a yawn.

"This album was pretty good, I think it's one of my favorites along with OK Computer and the Led Zeppelin one… I don't remember the name."

"Physical Graffiti?"

"Aha, that one."

"I'm glad you have good tastes," you smiled, and took the blanket off you to go sit next to her.

You crossed your arms, staring at her laptop screen as she wrote and read emails while playing Poly Bridge. Fascinating and attractive to say the least. It was then that your mind began to recapitulate all the events of last night, and you realized a detail that you had overlooked.

"You do realize that you and I didn't… you know, yesterday?" You threw the question into the air.

Jihye stayed very still for a few seconds, but then she continued typing. You looked at her. She seemed too serious. In a normal situation she would have joked with you.

"Actually no, I hadn't thought about it," she replied.

You stayed quiet for a few seconds. Long ago it would have been impossible for you to decipher how that woman felt, but you had learned to recognize her signs and behavior patterns.

"What's wrong dear?" you finally asked.

Jihye took a deep breath and sank into the seat. She closed the laptop, and crossed her arms before looking at you.

"If I tell you, will you be upset with me?"

"Depends."

“Well…” she bit her bottom lip and avoided your gaze. "I contacted Irene."

"Noh Jihye!" you scolded her with a frown.

"Ugh! I couldn't just ignore all this! I wanted to touch ground."

"By talking to your ex that you had blocked?"

"I have no intentions of reconnecting my ties with her!" Jihye protested.

You sighed, and shook your head.

"You better."

"And… don't you want to know what I said to her?" she ventured.

"Not really, but you're going to tell me anyway."

"I texted her asking how she was doing, and that her members were worried about her."

You nodded.

"And may I know what you hope to get out of that?"

“I…” she trailed off. "I don't know. But what worries me most is that she hasn't answered anything yet."

"It must be like 10 at night there. Just calm down, she'll answer…" you looked out the window and were silent for a moment. "Unfortunately," you said softly.

Jihye looked at you with a little smile.

"Are you jealous?"

It took you more time to answer that question than you would have liked.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Noh Jihye."

"Nothing, nothing," she laughed, and leaned on your shoulder to look at her phone.

You and Jihye spent the time watching a show that she had downloaded on her laptop. You were interrupted by the voice of the jet pilot, who informed you that you were about to land in Mexico City, a city you never thought you would visit. Not for anything specific. But because it was so stupidly far away that you never considered it a tourist destination.

To your pleasant surprise, it was a most charming and picturesque city. You didn't know to what extent you would have time to go out and do some sightseeing, but it was evident that the city was full of the most interesting and historically rich places. It would be fun to explore with the girls.

The hotel you would stay at was the Hyatt Regency, located right next to what you had been told was called Bosque de Chapultepec, an extensive park that you were excited to learn had a zoo.

Your room was quite nice, with a warm lighting that was rare to see in hotels of this nature. There was a king size bed to the left, behind the backrest of which glowed orange LED lighting. There was also a small corner sofa, with a short circular table. On the opposite side of the room you had a wooden desk with its respective chair and a lamp, a television attached to the wall and a short sofa without armrests perfect for leaving your things.

That day was uneventful. All the girls, including you, had decided to give that entire day of rest to yourselves. It was something that, at least for you, considered completely necessary, since you were still mentally exhausted from the events of the previous night. You had no social battery left, basically. You did talk to Jimin, Ning, and Jihye via text, but they were only short conversations to check in with each other.

The day alone was also your perfect time to relax and meditate on everything that had been going on with a cool head. Although you were still unsettled by Jihye's recent re-contact with Irene, you knew that she had a good reason for doing so. But that still worried you for the simple fact that you didn't know how weak Jihye could still be to that woman's suggestions. She could be blatantly lying to her, and poor Jihye might never realize it unless she saw it right under her nose. You would have to trust her, you had no choice.

But underneath all that worry you were upset with her, and you couldn't identify why. You had seen that woman cry like a heartbroken child in your arms because of that harpy, and you worked hard with her to be able to remove that parasite. Were you upset because she had taken a step back, or because you were jealous?

Wait, why the hell would you be jealous?

You found yourself clenching your fists under the shower, imagining a scenario in which Jihye would return to that woman's arms like a moth to a lamp. Only then were you able to confirm that you were indeed jealous. But that led you to the same question: why the hell were you jealous of her if you knew you didn't have to? It's not like you're a couple, or like each other.

When you got out of the shower you forced yourself to stop thinking about it. You didn't want to spend the rest of the day bitter and upset with your own feelings. Disconnecting was what you needed most at that moment, and what better way to do it than lying in your bed and playing an Elton John album? Goodbye Yellow Brick Road was always your best friend in times like that.

You spent the rest of the day doing just that: listening to music, singing to yourself as you walked around your room while looking at the lyrics on your phone. A kind of solitary karaoke.

By the time your throat got tired you finally turned off the music and dedicated yourself to watching National Geographic documentaries, tucked between the sheets with comfortable clothes, snacks and a can of Pepsi that you had bought when you arrived at the hotel. And by midnight you were already asleep.

The next morning you unfortunately had to return to exhaustive reality.

Jihye herself came to wake you up around 9 in the morning. She wasn't as intrusive and unbearable as in Miami, when she almost broke down the door with a battering ram. But she made you hurry up to go down with her to a private dining room that they had gotten for that day's meeting/breakfast.

It was a small room, with a rectangular window that ran from one end of the wall to the other. The table was right in the middle, with three chairs on each side. At one end of it was a coffee maker and a small sink. The most notable thing, apart from the immaculate city views, were the cube-shaped lamps, each with different degrees of inclination, hanging one meter from the ceiling.

The girls were already there. Rina and Minjeong were sitting in their chairs, while Aeri and Ning were standing in front of the window, admiring the city. They sat down too when you and Jihye did.

It was a morning meeting like any other, where Jihye gave you all the details about future itineraries, logistics issues, and safety precautions to take into account. Breakfast was served to you by the chefs who prepared it in person. They constantly entered and left through a door on the side of the room, complying with the different orders that you gave them.

"Hey, I booked places at a restaurant tonight for dinner," Jihye said halfway through breakfast. "And I think we'll go to a bar too, I was looking at some places."

"Fuck, you're fast, woman," Jimin said, eyes on her plate. "Do you have scout rangers spread all over the city or what?"

"Well, actually…" Jihye let the sentence hang in the air and shrugged before shoving a mouthful of scrambled egg into her mouth.

"Are you Lord Varys?" you asked.

"Maybe," she said. "But I do have genitals."

You and Aeri laughed, but the rest of the girls didn't seem to catch the reference. Apparently you would have to evangelize them too. Although it seemed incredible to you that Jimin, being the way she was, had never seen that show.

At the end of breakfast Jihye told you that she wanted you to be ready in the lobby around 6 pm. You all agreed, and then you went your separate ways. Aeri, Minjeong and Jimin would go explore the hotel facilities, while Jihye would go do manager things. You expected Ning to leave with the girls, but she caught up with you in the hallway, grabbed your hand, and pressed herself against your arm.

"Do you have plans for this afternoon, dear?" she asked as you walked down the hallway.

You intertwined your fingers with hers.

“Not really,” you turned to look at her. "Why? Do you want to do something?"

"I'm happy to snuggle with you all afternoon," she said, looking at you with those pretty, adorable eyes. "Maybe we can watch Game of Thrones together, too."

You smiled.

"Really? I didn't think that was your kind of show."

You and her got into the elevator. You pressed the button for your floor.

"And it's not," she admitted. "But if I watch it with you it could be fun."

She stood with her back in front of you and leaned against your chest. You wrapped your arm around her collarbone and looked at her before filling the side of her face with affectionate kisses.

"We have a date then," you said.

Ning smiled, one hand on your forearm, and then she sought your lips to kiss you until you reached your floor. But if it hadn't been for an unknown man clearing his throat to get your attention, you wouldn't have realized that the doors had opened.

With blushing cheeks, the two of you apologized in English and walked down the hall towards your room, giggling.

You and Ning almost finished the first season that same day, only interrupted by the fact that it would be too late if you stayed watching the last episode. But you had achieved your goal: she had loved the show, and couldn't have been more fascinated with the story and the characters. Of course, you had to take a long pause because she couldn't stop laughing once she knew who Lord Varys was.

Around five in the afternoon she left your room on her way to her own. It was time to get ready to leave, and a part of you was dying of laziness to have to get out of bed and take a shower again. But it was getting up, or Jihye beating you up, and it wasn't a good idea to play with her patience when she made plans.

After a small shower you chose your outfit: loose khaki pants, an olive wool sweater and a gray jacket on top. You had to admit that the fashion tips Ning gave were incredibly useful; you had never found a use you liked for that jacket until she specifically told you how to wear it.

Promptly at 6 you met Ning and Minjeong in the lobby. Minjeong wore her brown hair up, with a jean corset and low-rise jeans that revealed a little too much of her abdomen. Ning on the other hand wore her hair in two braids in front of her shoulders, a long black dress buttoned down the center and two black cotton forearm sleeves.

They both looked gorgeous, but neither left you as stunned as the one who joined you minutes later.

Jihye arrived dressed very much like her. Baggy white sweatpants, white fitted crop top and a black and white jersey jacket. She rarely wears woolen hats like that time, much less wears decorations in her hair or accessories like necklaces. But she had it all together. And if that wasn't enough, she looked so stupidly beautiful with that perfect makeup that you found yourself with your mouth slightly open.

Minjeong laughed and with her fingers she lifted your jaw.

"There are flies, idiot," she said, as Jihye stood next to you.

You came back to reality and stopped looking at her so she wouldn't think you had run out of gray matter.

"And the other two brats?" Jihye asked, and she immediately linked her arm with yours. You stayed very still, hiding your nerves.

Minjeong shrugged.

"God knows, I don't," she replied.

"Thank you, Minjeong, always so helpful," Jihye rolled her eyes. "And you?" she looked at Ning, who was taking selfies.

"I literally haven't heard from either of them since they left with Minjeong earlier."

Jihye huffed in frustration and still clinging to your arm she began to turn in all directions.

"Honey, calm down," you had to tell her, with a gentle squeeze to her arm. "Look over there."

She relented and looked where you were pointing. Aeri and Jimin came from a direction that made no sense, since the elevators were on the exact opposite side. On the side they came from were the multiple event rooms that the hotel housed.

"May I know where the hell you were?" Jihye asked when they joined you.

"Oh, there was a little fashion event over there," Jimin said. "They gave us nice clothes!"

You all frowned.

"In exchange of…?" Jihye ventured. "Yoo Jimin, don't tell me that…"

"God no!" Jimin yelled. "They asked us who we were, and we showed them our Instagram profiles."

"They gave us all this in exchange for uploading a post with some clothes on," Aeri said.

"And that's it?" Jihye said.

"Uh… yeah?"

"Did they not demand other strange things from you or put conditions under the table?"

"… No?" they both said.

Jihye placed two fingers on her septum and took a deep breath.

"I'll let you guys slide this time because it sounds silly and it's not a scam," she held up a finger. "But let this be the last time you do something like this without telling me."

They both remained silent like scolded toddlers.

“But…” Jimin started. "I look pretty, don't I?"

"Shut up, it's time to go."

All the staff members who had decided to accept the invitation were already gathered towards the exit of the hotel, ready to get into their cars and leave. You wouldn't use the vans on that occasion since you didn't want to attract too much attention, so you went in ordinary sedans. The only 'bad' thing was that since you and the girls were six people, you were a little cramped, so Ning had to sit on your lap the whole way to the restaurant.

You went to a restaurant called Rosetta, a picturesque and rustic place that from the first moment seemed beautiful to you because of how original and cozy it was. It didn't look fancy either, in fact it looked like it was permanently stuck in the 80's, with plants and vines everywhere.

It was a place specialized in Italian food with Mexican touches. For starters you had some kale tacos and buttered rye bread. Then, for the main course you had baked suckling pig with sweet potato puree, and lastly for dessert you had manila mango with yogurt and coconut sorbets.

Dinner was quiet and without any major inconveniences. When it was over, you all stayed chatting and resting the food for about twenty minutes until you finally left to head to the bar that Jihye had found.

The bar in question turned out to be not only a bar, but also a place for karaoke, food and a jazz club, with its own little stage and everything. The warm lights were dim; they gave an intimate atmosphere to the place, which was filled with black leather sofas of all possible sizes and arrangements.

The place was packed with people, which immediately put you on alert and had you analyzing each person separately in search of any suspicious glance towards the girls. Luckily, you didn't find anything. The only glances you got were the kind that attractive people attracted when they arrived at a place.

Despite how full the place seemed, it was easy for you to find empty places to sit. That meant that both groups of people were pretty far apart from each other, but no one seemed to care. What Jihye did make sure was to have you close to her at all times; she constantly held your hand and arm.

The drinks began to fall, in the case of you and Jihye, they did so calmly and responsibly. The reason was simple: you were in charge of four wild nature girls. If you got drunk, may God have mercy on them. Still there wasn't that much to worry about with Rina and Jimin; they were responsible enough to be able to take care of themselves. The real threats were Minjeong and Ning, and they were already getting unruly. Nothing to worry about yet, but you had an eye on them at all times.

After two hours Aeri and Jimin went home early. The excuse they had made was that they had wanted to watch a movie together for days, so after getting approval from Jihye and an assigned staff member, they went to the hotel. That left you alone with the two maknaes, whose drinks were already beginning to show.

All the while Jihye was still stuck to you like a keychain. She kept clinged to your arm, but soon she couldn't stop holding onto your hand. On very rare occasions she was this affectionate towards you, speaking to you in her sweet little voice, not the boss tone, and calling you pet names. The last time she had acted like this was when you were out for drinks alone, back in Atlanta.

"Hey, does anyone catch your attention?" you asked her. You were sitting close to each other, on a sofa on the side farthest from all the commotion, from where you could see everything that was happening from a perfect angle. You both looked at Ning, who was wearing a cowboy hat and riding a mechanical bull amidst giggles and encouraging words from Minjeong.

"Uh, what are you talking about?" Jihye asked, and she took a swig of her beer, which she then placed on the table in front of you.

"You know what I'm talking about," you said, and you imitated her. "I see some pretty pretty girls, actually."

"There are, yeah," she nodded, and placed a hand on your thigh. But you didn't pay attention to that detail.

"Do you see them? Blonde hair, black blouse over there…" you began to describe. "A pretty brunette in a white sweater over there…"

You turned to look at her, but she seemed completely uninterested in the descriptions you offered about the girls for her to see. You wrinkled your brow, and tilted your head.

"Dear, are you okay?" you asked, filled with complete stupidity

She looked into your eyes for a few long seconds of silence.

"Are you serious?" she asked.

"What did I do?"

"Oh my god…" she took a deep breath, and looked at the ceiling. "Please don't make me do it. Realize."

You looked in every possible direction, searching for what you needed to realize. Finding nothing, you looked back at her and shrugged.

"Ugh, fine. I'll make you realize."

Jihye left her phone on the table, and in one swift movement she straddled you. You were paralyzed, and then she grabbed your face to crash her lips against yours.

Everything around you seemed to disappear. The music, the chattering, the cheering, the sound of glasses clinking together, everything faded into the background as that pair of soft, plump, delicious lips danced against yours.

You were unable to move for the first few seconds, still unable to believe what was happening. Then you did react, and wrapped your arms around Jihye's small frame to press her chest against yours. Her thighs were clamped on either side of your hips, as if simply loosening them would mean you would separate from her.

But there was no possible way for that to happen. An earthquake, a tornado, a hurricane and even the fucking apocalypse could happen: you didn't want to stop kissing her, feeling that safe and comforting warmth against you. The worst part was that those lips felt just like you always imagined and even better, with a hazelnut aftertaste that you were afraid you would become addicted to.

Jihye hugged your head, and she stroked the hair on the back of your neck with such gentleness, such affection, that you felt tingles in your body. She pulled away from your lips, and pressed your foreheads together.

"You're slow, darling," she murmured, and she gave you another small kiss. "Too fucking slow. You're the only person I want to hook up with, you stupid ape."

You placed your hands on the sides of her body, and caressed her skin with your fingertips.

"Not even with Irene?"

Jihye let out an incredulous laugh.

"God, I knew you were jealous."

"I wasn't jealous," you lied.

"Aha. No, silly. Not even with Irene," she kissed your nose, then your lips again. "I currently only have interest in one person."

"Geez, that must be me."

"Yeah, that's you," she nodded, and looked down as she realized something. Your cock was painfully hard under your pants. "Oh, I think I woke someone up… why don't you take me back to the hotel and fuck me, pretty boy?"

You wrapped your arms around her and kissed her again for a few seconds. Then she got off your lap, and you both slid off the couch to go next to Ning and Minjeong. The two of them were at the bar, laughing like idiots in the middle of a round of shots.

"Girls, we're going back to the hotel, but you'll stay with a team that will take you back later," Jihye told them.

Minjeong turned to look at you and frowned at the sight of you holding hands. She looked at you too, apparently noticing that your mouth must have been smeared with Jihye's lipstick.

"You're going to fuck huh?" she said, and let out a few worryingly high-pitched laughs. Ning imitated her. "It's about time you did it. Get out, then."

She gave you a disinterested wave of her hand and turned to Ning again to resume the clearly coherent and logical conversation they must have been having.

You two also stopped by the bar area where the staff members were. There were only a couple who seemed sober at the moment, and it was to them that you entrusted the responsibility of watching over Ning and Minjeong.

With nothing else to do there, Jihye took you by the hand out of the bar and you got into one of the cars. Each driver already had clear pre-established orders, so as soon as you closed the door to the back seat, he set off towards the hotel.

Neither you nor Jihye were shameless teenagers; you weren't going to put on a show there and make the driver uncomfortable. You limited yourself to holding your hands together, kissing in silence all the way to the hotel, which luckily was short.

Getting out of the car and thanking the driver, you and Jihye hurriedly headed to your room, and as soon as you entered, you both wrapped yourself in each other's arms to share a torrid and sensual kiss.

"Have I told you how fucking beautiful you look tonight?" you said in the middle of the kiss, and then you took off her jacket.

"Really?" she replied in a cute tone, also taking yours from you and tossing it next to hers. "Because I got ready like this just for you…"

"I love it…" you gasped against her lips, and now with no possible restraints to stop you, you began to grope her, starting with her ass. "You've had me drooling ever since we went to the damn restaurant."

Jihye gasped against your lips as well, and you managed to hear a hint of a moan. She placed a hand on the hard bulge in your pants, squeezing it between a series of desire-filled kisses.

"Then learn to read the signs, idiot," she bit your lip, and unbuttoned your pants before taking off your sweater. "You could have kissed me back in Atlanta."

You lowered your pants and boxers to your ankles. Jihye immediately grabbed your cock with one hand and started rubbing it slowly, while you put yourselves on equal footing by pulling down her sweatpants and panties as well.

"The whole Irene thing was very fresh back then," you replied, and took off her white top along with the sports bra she was wearing underneath, the only two pieces of clothing left to take off. "I didn't want you to think I was taking advantage of it."

You groped every corner of Jihye's body like it was your favorite activity in the world. Her smooth back, her thin arms, her sexy marked abdomen, her firm ass and her pretty legs, all of that was a point of caressing and touching for you.

“Honey… you're such a sweetheart,” she moaned against your lips, moving her hand over your cock. "But I can't believe how slow you are."

Jihye grabbed your cock and rubbed the tip between the folds of her tight little pussy, causing you to moan and squeeze her ass. You then grabbed her waist and lifted her to throw her on your bed. You fell on top of her, making a cage with your body.

"Does that mean I can now kiss you whenever I want?" you asked, and buried your face in her neck to fill it with kisses.

Jihye moaned, and trapped you with her arms and legs as you placed kisses along her neck, along her jaw, and down to her collarbone.

"Whenever you want…" she gasped. "But preferably not in front of girls, please."

You chuckled.

"Gotcha."

The moans, cute and sensual, became louder as you lowered your kisses further. You moved past her small tits, and sucked on her nipples for a few short seconds before moving down towards her abdomen, the same one she loved to show off because of how sexy it was; you filled it with kisses and licks too.

When you got to her lower body you were very patient; it was the first time you had her all to yourself, you weren't going to waste the moment rushing straight into the action, instead you made sure to cover as many spaces with your mouth as possible. Jihye didn't seem to mind, on the contrary she twisted her hips and moaned with pleasure every time your lips touched a sensitive spot for her.

That way you covered every corner of her abdomen, her thighs, her legs and even her feet. By the time you looked at her pussy, you noticed it was already wet and shiny. It looked stupidly delicious, more appetizing to you than any sophisticated dish, and it made your mouth water just looking at it.

You grabbed her thighs, pulled them back and settled face down with your face between her legs to finally sink your mouth into that slit of tender, wet flesh.

Jihye let out a moan that was like music to your ears. She clung to your head, over which she tangled her fingers between strands of your hair. Her legs came to rest over your shoulders, feet intertwined behind your back while you tasted her pussy as if it were your first meal in years.

There was an inexplicable feeling in pleasuring Jihye, something completely different from anything you had previously experienced with a girl. You didn't know what it was, you just knew that the mere act of making her moan and squirm at your expense was almost as pleasurable as your own orgasm itself.

Your hands couldn't stay still in one place; they went from her waist to her abdomen, then up to her tits, and then back down to her thighs to hold them. It was kind of maddening, because you only had two hands to touch just two places on her that you loved at the same time.

"Keep it up baby…" she moaned as she stroked your hair and squirmed slowly. "Your mouth feels so good, oh god!"

You knew right away that what she liked was passion, love making, not unbridled madness. Slow and sensual movements, with which you could get more neuroreceptors to fire in her. Thanks to this knowledge, Jihye soon became a mess of ravishing moans thanks to the licks you gave to her clit and the kisses you placed up and down her pussy.

She looked like she was close to cumming, so you looked up at her. You found her eyes fixed on yours, and her mouth half open between the most satisfying moans you had ever heard. She bit her lip, let her head fall back and arched her back before exploding in your mouth.

Jihye's fluids, which leaked through her folds as she writhed in a sexy orgasm, were like sweet nectar brought down from Olympus itself by the gods for you. You ate her out through these spasms, your tongue running up and down her pussy in your eagerness to taste as much as possible.

When her orgasm passed she looked at you and took off her hat to throw it somewhere in your room.

"Kiss me and fuck me please," she begged. "You don't know how much I need you inside me."

You knelt up and leaned towards her, both forearms resting on either side of her head before kissing her again. She moaned against your lips, over and over again as she grabbed your cock and rubbed it desperately between her wet folds.

Jihye pulled away from your lips and spit on her own hand, then you stared into each other's eyes just inches away from each other as she brought that hand to your cock, lubricated it with saliva, and pressed it against her pussy.

Your tip entered her pussy, suffocatingly tight. And then…

Her phone rang.

You stopped short, between labored breaths.

"Tell me it's a joke…" you mumbled painfully.

You wanted it to be that way, but no. The phone continued to ring non-stop, buried in your pile of clothes.

"Bloody fucking hell," she said in English, with a perfect British accent, and she closed her eyes for patience. "I'm sorry honey, you know I have to answer."

She left a kiss on your lips and with a little push on your abdomen she pushed you off of her. You remained lying on one side of the bed, watching as she stood up and went to look for her phone in her sweatpants.

"Yes?" Jihye said as she answered the call. "You caught me at a fucking bad time…" she frowned at what she heard on the other end of the line. "WHAT?!" she yelled, annoyed. "You have to be fucking kidding! Ugh!" she growled, and clenched her fist in the air. "Okay, just bring them back!"

She finally hung up, and you looked at her worriedly.

"Baby, this will have to wait," she wailed, clearly sad. "Duty calls. The whores we left at the bar apparently refused to come back unless they brought with them four men they met."

Your blood boiled instantly. But directly proportional to your anger was your concern, since even there in Mexico, with less public scrutiny, that was not a good thing at all.

You and Jihye dressed as quickly as you could, forgetting what you had been doing for now. You ended up meeting with the security team in the lobby, while they tried to escort the girls to their room. The four men came after them.

"Who the hell let Ning drink fucking tequila?!" Jihye shouted to the staff members as they walked with the girls towards you. "Sorry guys, get out of here."

Jihye and the security team tried to kick out the men as politely as possible, but Minjeong pulled Jihye by her jacket.

"Hey!" she screeched. "What do you think you're doing?! They're my guests and you can't do this to them!!" she whimpered.

Ning looked dazed, you knew her well enough to know that the poor girl didn't even know where she was standing at the moment. The person responsible for all of this was Minjeong, and you were really fucking upset with her.

"Minjeong, shut your mouth," Jihye warned sternly. "Come on guys, walk, walk."

"I do not allow it!!" Minjeong screamed even louder, making quite a fucking scene in the lobby. "This is unfair, don't be a bitch!"

"Ugh, fine!!" Jihye shouted too, suddenly turning to look at her. "Go to your room and fuck them, you stupid fucking spoiled unbearable whore!!"

Suddenly your head started to hurt. You immediately went to Ning, who you sternly grabbed by the arm to pull her with you and lead the way to Minjeong's room. Followed by herself, Jihye and the four men.

“Don't be mad at me…” Ning muttered.

"You better shut your mouth, Ning Yizhuo," you replied coldly, as you got into the elevator. "You played with our trust."

"But it was Minjeong's idea!" she protested with a lump in her throat.

"I don't care whose idea it was!" you screamed. "Are you guys fucking crazy or what?!"

You arrived at Minjeong's apartment in silence and waited in front of her door for her to arrive and open the door so you could enter inside. The first thing you did was sit Ning on the sofa in the corner, and you took off her sandals.

"We're safe now, boss," Minjeong told Jihye. "You can go now."

"I'm not fucking sure about that, Kim Minjeong," snarled Jihye. "You're lucky I'm also too fucking angry to stay here as a chaperone," she looked at you. "Good luck with them."

Jihye then turned around and left the room slamming the door. She left you alone with the two girls and four men who you knew you couldn't communicate with. You had to use the translator app to let them know something very important.

"No tocar a la chica de negro. Ella está muy borracha," said the translator's voice in Spanish.

The men frowned at you, clearly disappointed. But luckily they seemed to understand.

"Huh? What did you tell them?" Minjeong asked you, as she knelt in front of one of the men.

"That they can't touch Ning," you said flatly, and stood in an opposite corner of the room with your arms crossed.

Ning looked up, and couldn't even formulate a response as her eyes were filled with tears. She knew you were upset with her too, and got especially sentimental when she drank too much.

"But-"

"Shut your fucking mouth and don't drag her into your fucking whore decisions, Kim Minjeong!!" you exploded, and even the men seemed to be frightened by your anger. "Grow the fuck up!"

"Ugh, fine," she rolled her eyes. "How sensitive."

Then your torture began: watching Minjeong suck the cocks of four unknown men. They had stripped her naked in the blink of an eye, and had her on her knees to surround her. Then she began to suck each cock hungrily, slurping on each shaft while she used her hands to rub the ones she didn't have in her mouth.

Ning had lain on her side on the couch, and you noticed that she had cried herself to sleep. You felt sorry for her, but at the same time you didn't. She was an adult, and she was perfectly aware of her own decisions, no matter how much she allowed herself to be tainted by Minjeong. If she had made the decision to bring those men while halfway sober you would have let it go, but you weren't even sure she had a say in the first place. It all seemed like a very fucked up plan on Minjeong's part to make you upset, and the poor Ning was affected by the collateral damage.

When the men decided that Minjeong had sucked too much cock they positioned her on her bed, on her hands and knees, ready to be fucked. One of them knelt behind her ready to fuck her, but you quickly stopped him and typed into the translator.

"Que creen que están haciendo. Usen protección, todos ustedes," the translator said for you.

The men were forced to obey very reluctantly, and luckily Minjeong didn't protest about it. She just made sure to grimace a lot and moan loudly when one of the men started fucking her. She looked into your eyes intently, and she gave a mischievous little smile that made you clench your fists.

"I got to see you have fun a couple of nights ago, didn't I?" She teased, being railed without any kind of care by one of the men, who was holding her waist. "Well now it's your turn… daddy."

You snorted and looked at the ceiling. You refrained from responding to her; you knew that arguing with her in that state would be like arguing with a wall. The fact that one of the men stood in front of her and made her suck his cock was a bittersweet feeling for you, on the one hand she would shut the fuck up, but on the other… Well, that was your damn job, not his.

Little by little the two remaining men became part of the action, one of them getting under Minjeong so that the one on her knees could fuck her ass in a certainly weak and pathetic way that you knew she wasn’t enjoying. But that didn't matter to her, the only thing that mattered was that you watched everything, and looking at you while the veins on your forehead stood out from anger.

The men positioned her in an endless number of ways, and even did a carry fuck to her, double penetrating her at all times. They were all throwing away condom after condom with cum, but you had noticed that Minjeong had only cummed once. What a fucking wimps they were. She knew it.

And that only made your blood boil at an even higher temperature, because the bitch couldn't stop looking into your eyes, defiantly. It was the look of a woman who knew she had gotten her way.

You were willing to just wait for the men to get tired and leave, but Ning woke up, and one of them fixed his gaze on her. The son of a bitch didn't even know what state she was in, he just assumed that she would be sober by now, so he got off the bed and went over to grab her face in a way that made you want to kill him. He then kissed her.

And that was your limit.

"Hey! What the fuck you think you're doing, motherfucker?!" you strode towards the man, grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him back. "Get out of here!" you pointed towards the door.

"¡Pero ella ya está sobria!" He protested in Spanish, but you didn't understand him.

"¡No seas un pinche amargado, cabrón!" protested another of them.

"I don't know what the hell you're saying, and I don't fucking care!" you screamed, anger built up to your crown. "Get out!"

At least you were sure they understood English, because the two who didn't protest made your job easy and left the room peacefully. With the other two you had to get physical, and you thanked God that you had a good amount of innate strength, because otherwise you would have been in trouble.

You almost came to fists with both of them, but you restrained yourself so as not to make that an even more unnecessary drama, or to prevent the girls from getting hurt too. You would never forgive yourself if that happened. The closest you came to a real fight was when you gave one of them a little kick to get him to finish leaving.

You closed the door and locked it, and leaned your back against it between tired breaths. Apparently all the commotion had left Ning moderately sober, as she watched everything with attentive but worried eyes.

"God… I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Ning wailed, hands on her knees. "I promise I didn't want to do it… I… I…"

"I know," you interrupted her. "You wouldn't be capable of something like that. But someone…"

Your gaze went to Minjeong, who was lying face down on the bed, her head facing the bottom edge of it.

"You were late getting them out," she said, with the bitchiest tone of voice you had heard from her in a long time. She then turned to Ning. "Hey, are you feeling okay?"

"Right now? Yeah…" Ning nodded.

"Do you want to fuck your cute little boyfriend?"

Ning looked at you, unsure of your opinion of her at the moment.

"I do…" she nodded slowly, and bit her lip. "I want him to know that I am his, and only his."

"Great!" Minjeong said with a wide smile. "Because the night has only just begun."

Minjeong looked at you. For her own good it was better that she not add any more trouble to the fire, because you already felt like a volcano about to erupt. You stared into her eyes, threatening. A clear warning: 'Shut your mouth.'

"And what about you?" she said, not giving two fucks about your look. "Are you gonna come, or are you gonna stand there looking like an idiot again."

You clenched your fists and snorted like an enraged bull. You looked at Ning for a moment, hoping she would apologize for the version of you she was about to see. You stared at Minjeong again; she was smiling mockingly.

"You fucking…" you muttered, and left the sentence in the air to take a few quick strides towards her. Then you grabbed a handful of her hair, which was already pretty messy, and made her look up. "You think this is a fucking game, you fucking spoiled bitch?!"

You slapped Minjeong so hard that the sound reverberated through the room. Her brown hair covered her face accordingly, and underneath you managed to see the same damn defiant smile. Another slap, on the same side of her face, just as hard. This time she moaned, and so did the next. You didn't stop until her cheek was red hot.

"You're a disgusting, unbearable whore, you know that, don't you?" You gave her hair a violent tug again, making her look up. "Of course you know that. You love getting people mad, even if in the process you affect someone who isn't to blame for the fact that you're a spoiled slut! You fucking scumbag!!"

You slapped her again, not caring how red that side of her face was already. But she moaned again, and even let out a small grunt of pleasure.

"And what are you going to do about it, daddy?" she growled with a maniacal giggle. "Are you going to punish me like the spoiled whore I am or are you going to hold back like a fucking pussy like you did before?"

You growled and grabbed another fistful of her hair with your other hand, then took a step back and roughly pulled her off the bed. She fell to the ground on her knees, and when you let go of her she automatically brushed her hair out of her face to open her mouth and stick her tongue out.

You undressed in record time, almost ripping the clothes off your body. Once completely naked, you grabbed Minjeong by her hair with one hand, your cock with the other, and then guided it into her open mouth with a sharp thrust.

"Ning, come here," you growled, as you pulled Minjeong's hair with both hands and pumped your cock in and out of her mouth hard from the start. "Make sure her pussy is well prepared for me."

Ning immediately obeyed. She got up from the couch, and undressed at the same time she walked towards you. By the time she was next to you, she was already completely naked. She fell to her knees next to Minjeong, sucked on her fingers and brought them between her legs to touch her pussy.

Minjeong moaned around your cock, which went almost completely in and out of her mouth. Gagging sounds took over the acoustics of the room, as did the sound of her saliva pooling inside her and making her choke and cough against your shaft. She clung to your thighs, eyes tearful as you used fistfuls of her hair as handholds.

Ning was trying her best to kiss Minjeong's shoulders and neck, since you were shaking her head so hard that she couldn't stay still for two seconds in place. She also rubbed her pussy with quick circles, but after a few seconds she decided to put her two fingers inside her pussy.

"Fuck, her pussy is still tight," Ning said, pumping her fingers in and out of her. "Such tiny cocks those idiots had."

For some reason, hearing her say that only made your anger sink deeper. It was obvious that these men had not gone through any quality testing or anything like that. She would surely have chosen them by pure chance. Just to have material to piss you off with.

But you found that it wasn't the only reason you were feeling angry. Minjeong knew that you would return to the hotel to spend the whole night with Jihye. She knew what you two would do. She did all this knowing full well that she would interrupt you two as well. That's what you called being a giant bitch.

"Time to stretch it then," you growled, and with one rough thrust you buried your cock deep in Minjeong's throat. She wasn't prepared for that; she coughed, and desperately slapped your thighs, demanding a break, while her saliva spilled in thick drops from her mouth. It wasn't until you saw that she felt dizzy that you took your cock out of her mouth.

You grabbed her by the arms and forced her to stand up, then you grabbed her hair again, and pulled her with you to the bedroom window, whose curtains were open and revealed a beautiful view of the city. She let out a moan as you threw her against the glass, where her cheek and her hands were planted.

"Oh my god…" she gasped. "I would have played this card sooner, if I had been sure it would take that monster out of you."

The only possible response you could give her was a spicy spank on her buttock. She squealed, and pulled her hips back to press your cock against her ass. You took her hands, took them off the glass and linked her wrists behind her back, so that her only point of support was her own face. Then you held their wrists together with one hand, and with the other you took your cock inside her pussy.

Never before in your life had you fucked someone with so much hatred, contempt and roughness as you did Minjeong in that moment. You shook her like an insignificant rag doll, with thrusts so violent that they made her glass shake as well. You also pulled her hair, and grabbed the back of her neck right after giving her a new round of spanks. She came twice in the process, but you didn't slow down on either occasion.

At one point you pulled her face away from the glass, only to press her back against your chest so you could choke her while you growled in her ear. Her moans became muffled, made soundless by your fingers wrapped tightly around her throat.

"Is this what you wanted, you big fucking nasty slut?" you growled in her ear, and bit her cheek hard, the same one that was red thanks to your slaps.

Minjeong could do nothing but nod with tears in her eyes and her face twisted with pleasure. It was then that you felt her body tremble again, and seconds after, her third consecutive orgasm came accompanied by a powerful squirt that was not an impediment for you to continue either, not until you exploded inside her.

You slammed her against the glass again, to grab her by that sexy little waist and fuck her while you left a thick hot load inside her soaked pussy. Minjeong stood with her hands pressed against the window, gasping and shrieking. She was sweaty, with lots of strands of hair stuck to her face.

When you deposited your entire load inside her, you took out your cock and pulled her hair back again, with enough strength for her to fall on her ass against the floor.

"I'm not done with you, bitch," you said between labored breaths, then let out a contemptuous spit in her face.

When you turned around you found Ning lying on the bed, legs open with one hand on her pussy. She had been touching herself as she watched you, judging by her flushed cheeks and her furrowed forehead.

"Come here and clean up," you ordered her, and stood in front of the bottom edge of the bed.

Ning immediately crawled over to you, getting on her hands and knees with her face in front of your cock. She began to clean it with her tongue, which ran along each side of it before giving your tip some gentle sucks.

"Not 'baby' or 'honey'?" she asked, as she kissed all over your cock.

"No, I'm angry with you too," you replied, stroking her hair.

Ning made a move to protest, but you looked her in the eyes and shook your head.

"Don't be sorry now. We'll talk later," you interrupted her.

She nodded.

"Fine…"

Then she continued with her task. She took you inside her mouth, and gave you exactly the blowjob you needed at that moment to calm the violent tide that went from side to side inside your body. Ning had that effect on you, even if she herself was partly responsible for you getting like this in the first place.

She left your cock glistening, all while she looked into your eyes with a cute good girl look. She gave your cock one last lick, before kneeling in front of you, grabbing your face and kissing you. You resisted at first, not wanting to soften up. But in the end you found yourself surrounding Ning in a warm hug as you affectionately reciprocated her kiss.

Ning wrapped her arms around your neck and in one jump she clung to your torso with her legs. You held her in the air, hands clinging to her waist. She broke away from the kiss and looked into your eyes.

"I never agreed to bring those men…" she murmured. "In fact I could never let anyone but you touch me."

“I know…” you murmured back, and grabbed your cock with one hand only to stand it upright and impale Ning on it. She clung tightly to your neck, while you watched very closely as her face twisted in pleasure as your cock sank deeper and deeper. "Because you're mine."

"Oh yeah…" she moaned, and nodded several times as you slowly pumped your cock in and out of her. "I belong only to you, baby."

You held her by the back of her knees and kissed her again. Ning moaned against your lips, stroking and giving gentle little tugs to your hair. Normally you were always gentle with her, but when you remembered that you were still mad at her for drinking tequila outside of your supervision, you started fucking her hard.

You weren't nearly as abrupt as you were with Minjeong; Ning never deserved to be treated like that. But you were a little harsher than you usually were on her. She seemed to enjoy it, as in a few seconds she was a moaning mess in your arms.

After a couple of minutes she came. It was a bit of a job holding her in the air, as her body writhed and threatened to slip out of your hands. You slowly fucked her through her orgasm, your face buried in her neck between kisses.

When her orgasm passed you released her face up on the bed, and turned abruptly towards Minjeong, who was lying on the floor as if she had fainted. You took a stride towards her and grabbed her arm with a strong grip.

"Come on, get up you fucking whore," you said, forcing her to her feet. "I told you I wasn't done with you."

You pulled Minjeong onto the bed and tossed her to Ning's side. Minjeong looked at you with weak eyes as you lunged at her, spread her legs wide and went back to penetrating her pussy. She let out another squeal, and arched her back.

"God, that's a damn good cock," she grunted as you began hammering her pussy again. "I wouldn't change it for anything in the world."

"Well it doesn't look like it, fucking slut," you said through clenched teeth, and brought a hand to her abdomen to press it there and feel your cock bulge it.

The tide that Ning had managed to calm rose again and became turbulent. It was something you couldn't control. It was enough with Minjeong's arrogant and mocking attitude, along with the way she enjoyed that you were angry with her, for you to become furious like an animal again.

Once again, the hatred and fury you felt accumulated towards Minjeong was reflected in the way you fucked her. You had her pinned against the mattress, both hands gripped to her neck while you kept her legs wide open. The slaps returned, this time on the other side of her face, combined with spitting on different parts of her face, you didn't even care where.

Minjeong was fascinated by the way you were fucking her. She loved being denigrated. Being treated like a cheap sex toy whose only function was to be used and then thrown away. She didn't mind being a target for your spit, nor an object with which you could vent as much anger as you wanted. All of this led to her cumming again.

She erupted again with screams and grunts of pleasure. One hand of hers went to your hair, which she pulled down, and the other went to your chest, which she scratched down with her recently manicured nails. You grunted in pain, and with one hand you gave her pussy a sudden slap that made her jump.

You pulled out of her once her orgasm had passed, and she looked at you with a frown and her mouth slightly open. Her face was marked with slaps, with traces of saliva everywhere and covered in sweat.

"Why did you stop!" she protested. "I wanted another load inside me!"

"Be quiet!" you blurted out. "This isn't just about you, in case you hadn't realized, fucking cunt."

You returned to Ning, who was lying on her side watching you fuck Minjeong. She looked into your eyes as you lay down behind her and pressed her back against your chest. You wrapped your arms around her, and let her take your cock inside her pussy.

Ning cupped the side of your face with her hand and kissed you again. She was lying on your left arm, so you could easily grope her tits while you held her waist with your other hand. You knew she loved that intimate closeness, where she could feel every part of your body filling her with warmth.

This time you slowed down, not because you wanted to go soft on Ning, but because you were starting to feel tired. Of course this didn't matter, since you were already close to cumming, and Ning already felt a certain erogeneity when feeling your load inside her, so as soon as you exploded, she followed you close.

You two became a combined mass of two bodies wrapped around each other, muffling moans in the middle of a torrid kiss. You groped every corner of Ning's delicious body, with some fixation on her firm tits and her pretty nipples, which you pinched and rubbed with your fingers until your climax passed and your load was all inside her.

"Honey… Do you want to try it today?" you asked against her lips, not realizing that you had called her 'Honey.'

Ning looked at you with eyes heavy with desire, as she rubbed your cheek with her thumb. She seemed hesitant.

"Huh, try what?" Minjeong butted in from the side of you.

"Anal…" Ning replied weakly.

"Have you never done it together?" Minjeong asked with a frown.

"I've never done it. In general."

“Oh…” Minjeong stayed quiet, and she exchanged glances with you. "Well, he's never fucked me in the ass either… Do you want some company for your first time?"

"Well, it wouldn't hurt to have some advice," Ning nodded.

You pulled your cock out of Ning and placed a kiss on her cheek. For some magical and mysterious reason, cumming inside her managed to quell your anger for Minjeong. But that was all, quell, not vanish.

Minjeong, meanwhile, crawled on shaky legs to the side of the bed to go to the nightstand and open the drawer in search of something.

"I'll need you to get on your fours, sweetie," you planted a kiss on her lips. "It'll be easier that way."

She nodded, and gave you a small smile.

"Yes honey."

She then pulled away from you and got on her hands and knees on the bed. Minjeong then returned to you, with a little black bottle in her hand that said 'Cobeco Bodylube Anal Lube'. She watched as your cum leaked through the folds of Ning's pussy, and before it fell to the sheets, she dropped the bottle and planted her face directly there.

Ning groaned and had a little startle, perhaps because her pussy was still sensitive. Minjeong grabbed her buttocks, and squeezed each one as she wiped your cum from her pussy. She didn't stop until she had swallowed your entire load, and then she started eating Ning's ass.

"Oh lord!" Ning screeched, frowning. Visibly confused by that feeling. "It feels… strange."

"But you like it?" you asked, biting your lip at the incredibly hot scene.

“Y-yeah…” Ning nodded, while Minjeong licked and kissed her ass in every way possible. "Is different."

Minjeong soon also added her fingers, which she had to be quite careful with because she had pointed nails and could hurt Ning. Luckily she knew how to handle the situation well, and did a good job of gently fucking Ning with two of her fingers.

"Alright, it's your turn," Minjeong said after a minute, and she wiped her chin and licked her fingers. She then threw the bottle of lube at you.

"Are you sure about this, honey?" you asked Ning, settling down behind her. Minjeong adopted the exact same position as Ning beside her, presenting her pale ass yet still littered with red marks to you.

"I don't want to keep putting it off…" she said. "So yes."

Upon receiving the green light, you grabbed the bottle of lubricant, opened it and began pouring it on your cock, her butthole and her butt cheeks. You did the same with Minjeong. Then you grabbed your cock, slippery and shiny, and made a gesture of pressing it against Ning's butthole.

"S-Stop!" She said, and you immediately stopped to look at her. "Can you… do it with her first? I want to see how she takes it…"

"Sure, honey," you nodded.

"And I get my way again, haha!" Minjeong said, as you stood behind her.

“Minjeong-ah…” you took a deep breath. "Let's not start again."

"Yeah yeah I'm sorry. Come on, use my ass daddy."

Minjeong shook her ass provocatively from side to side, looking at you over her shoulder. You grabbed her waist, and with one hand guided your cock into her ass, which was considerably tighter than Aeri's or Jimin's.

It was noticeable that Minjeong was constantly playing with toys inside her ass, because every inch of your cock slid inside her with great ease. You gasped, at the hot image of your cock buried between two pairs of pale red-tinted buttocks.

"You just watch and learn, cutie," Minjeong told Ning, then she pressed the side of her face against her mattress with her hands on either side of her. "You have to relax, not tense your body…"

As much as you appreciated Minjeong's attempts to educate Ning, you were still angry with her—you probably wouldn't stop being angry for a while—, so you were neither gentle nor kind. It didn't even cross your mind being so. Once you made sure you could move your cock in and out of her comfortably, you started fucking her ass just as hard as when you fucked her against the window.

As you fucked Minjeong you couldn't help but wonder how come you had never had her ass before. It literally felt like any other pussy, only much tighter. You let out moan after moan, clinging to her small waist with one hand and her hair with the other.

After a couple of minutes you stopped with one last hard thrust and left Minjeong's ass, who refrained from complaining so as not to argue with you again, although you still saw the discontent on her face.

"Ready, baby?" you asked Ning between gasps, rubbing your cock against her buttocks.

"I think so…" she nodded.

"Okay, breathe and relax…"

Ning did so, doing adorable breathing exercises while you pressed your cock against her butthole. She had a little scare and an initial squeal, but you were gentle with her, giving her as much patience and time as she needed to get used to it.

You were so focused on making Ning feel comfortable and not in so much pain that you hadn't noticed that Minjeong had grabbed her phone and was taking pictures of the two of you. You frowned and tried to swipe at the phone to make her stop, but she dodged you.

"Hey! Calm down!" she said between giggles. "I have to document this. It's her first anal."

You rolled your eyes and snorted.

"Shut up and go back to her side."

Minjeong put her phone aside and obeyed. She returned to her starting position, and grabbed Ning's hand as she began to pepper the side of her face and her forearm with kisses.

You were already completely inside Ning's ass, who had been an excellent girl and had complied with each of the instructions you gave her. You found that she also had a wonderful butthole, and between initial slow pumps, you noticed that she was enjoying it.

"Does it feel good, dear?" you asked in a gentle tone, one hand on her waist, and the other caressing her pretty back.

“It feels really good…” Ning nodded between small moans. "But be careful, it still hurts a little."

You and Minjeong made sure that Ning enjoyed that first experience as much as possible. Minjeong had shown some heart, which felt like seeing the Grinch's heart enlarge for the first time in his entire life, as she stroked Ning's hair and filled her with soothing words.

After a few minutes Ning gave you the green light to let loose, and so you did. You enjoyed her body as much as you could, hands squeezing her slick buttocks. At one point you also used her braids as a grappling point, which drove her crazy between loud moans.

But Minjeong's ass was calling you too, and you were already beginning to miss it, so after a few thrusts, you left Ning and went inside Minjeong's ass.

The next few minutes were based on you switching between each delicious peach. You fucked them both hard, just as your body asked you to. Only with Minjeong you made sure to show her that during that night you couldn't do anything but hate her. They both came, Minjeong first than Ning, who had never experienced such an orgasm before and she was delighted about it.

You continued fucking Ning's ass, since Minjeong had run out of energy and she just watched you while she hugged a pillow.

“Come on daddy…” you heard Minjeong say between the loud sounds of flesh hitting flesh and Ning’s uncontrolled moans. "Fill her ass for the first time."

Your climax was certainly just around the corner. You moaned, one hand placed on Ning's lower back and the other on her braids, which you held intertwined under your hand.

"Do you want that, baby girl?" you asked between pumps. "Do you want me to fill your ass?"

"Yeah!" she squealed with pleasure, crumpling the sheets under her fingers. "It belongs only to you darling, fill it as such!"

"You heard her," Minjeong said. "Cum daddy, cum!" she moaned.

A loud moan escaped you, then you placed Ning's stomach flat against her mattress, leaned forward, and turned her around to kiss you. You moaned against her lips, pumping up and down until you exploded inside her ass.

Ning left her mouth ajar and rolled her eyes back as you drained your balls into her ass. She placed a hand on the back of your neck, and she stroked your hair there before looking into your eyes. You moaned again and again, your cock still throbbing inside her until every drop was gone.

"Thank you honey…" you managed to say between heavy pants.

"Did you enjoy it?" Ning asked with a hopeful voice, looking at you with that pair of gorgeous eyes.

"It was wonderful," you nodded. "And you?"

"I didn't expect it to feel so good…" She let her head fall against her arm, still looking at you. "Thank you for being so patient with me. I was very afraid."

"I know," you kissed her forehead. "But you did very well, honey."

"Thank you dear…" she smiled.

"God, you're going to make me throw up," Minjeong said in a low voice, already settled on her pillow.

You turned to frown at her and pulled out of Ning's ass, which spilled your entire load directly into her pussy. You stood up and went straight to the bathroom to look for toilet paper. With Ning you were very attentive and affectionate, helping her clean every corner of her body. On the other hand, you only threw the roll of paper at Minjeong when she reluctantly asked for it.

Once the little cleaning session was done you claimed Ning for yourself. You snuggled her into your arms, and showered her with affectionate kisses all over her face as she fell asleep. You also caressed her shoulder, and ran your fingers down her back.

You slightly lost track of time. About ten or fifteen minutes had passed when you got up and left her snuggling with Minjeong. You turned on the air conditioning, unfolded the blanket and covered both of them with it. Then you dressed, organized the room just a bit, and turned off the lights before leaving.

You headed to your room, wondering what the hell had just happened. It had all happened too fast in your head, but that night had been really fucking crazy. The first lesson you learned was that you shouldn't leave Ning alone with Minjeong, and the other was that Minjeong was not to be trusted under any circumstances.

You thought that the rest of the night would be peaceful, but when you arrived in front of your room you noticed that something was not quite right. You noticed the lights inside were off, even though you had left them on, and you also felt the cold air under the door, which you opened slowly to enter.

Your heart almost jumped out of your mouth when you saw someone in your bed. But it took you only a few seconds to realize that it was none other than Noh Jihye, peacefully asleep with nothing more than one of your hoodies on. Only then were you able to release the breath you had been holding, a silly smile even escaped you.

You took off your jacket, pants, and shoes, leaving you only in your sweater and boxers before getting into bed with Jihye. You lay down behind her, and put an arm over her body to snuggle her against you.

You thought she was asleep, but she stirred slightly in your arms and gave a small snort.

"Are you done with the brats?" she asked, sleepily.

You chuckled and rubbed your nose against her head affectionately. You were still smiling like an idiot.

"Oh yeah," you nodded. "I even sang them a lullaby and put them to bed."

Jihye turned around, and now your faces were just inches from each other. She could barely keep her eyes open as she looked at you, but it was enough for you to lose yourself in them, and in every detail of her perfect face. Then she placed a gentle hand on your cheek, caressed it with her thumb, and gave you a soft kiss filled with genuine emotion.

You felt butterflies in your stomach again. But they were no longer just hovering calmly, now they were going from here to there at full speed. You let yourself be carried away by her lips, in the midst of an intense sensation that accumulated in the pit of your stomach and seeped through your pores. You didn't know what it was, but something clicked.

"Thank you for all the help you've given me, darling…" she murmured against your lips. "Me and everyone. I can't even imagine going on tour again without you."

"I hope you feel the same way when you're not half asleep," you said with a giggle.

Your defense mechanism for those types of situations was jokes, even if inside you were screaming and kicking like an idiot.

"I'll feel the same way throughout the morning… and all the mornings to come," she said, and placed another small kiss on your lips that almost melted you. "I naturally feel safe with you. You give me strength. And you make me feel that everything will be okay as long as you are there…"

You stared at her for a few long seconds, with your mouth slightly open and your eyes lost in hers. You blinked several times, blush taking over your cheeks.

“Jihye…” you said softly. "I…"

"You don't have to tell me," she interrupted you with a finger on your lips. "I know. I knew since I noticed how you were looking at me earlier. You almost drooled."

You couldn't help but laugh, somewhat embarrassed. But somehow still speechless.

"Just don't stop looking at me like that, will you?" She hugged you with both arms and leaned her face on your chest, snuggling against you. "You make me feel like the most sublime being that has ever walked the earth."

She didn't say anything else, and you knew she fell asleep within a few minutes. You were dumbfounded, with your arms wrapped around her, feeling an overwhelming unmatched warmth. A feeling you hadn't felt in a long time until now grew in you: peace, and maybe something more.

With a little effort you managed to fall asleep within a few minutes, hugging that woman who made you feel that everything would be fine as long as you had her by your side.

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— GYM BROS | 20th birthday special for @wonbinisbabygurl

⚡︎ PAIRINGS : fitness trainer!chaemin x gym rat!sungchan x subby!wonbin x desperate fem!reader

⚡︎ PLOT : in search for a hot body to match your plans for a hot girl summer, you seek out the council of your city’s most famous fitness trainer, Lee Chaemin… however, you never would’ve guessed that his intentions to get you in shape would turn out to be a team effort…

⚡ ︎WARNINGS : BIG DICK AGENDA, foursome, sungchan's kind of a perv in this, wonbin’s on the subby side, and chaemin's somewhat mean!dom coded, kissing, breath play, spanking/marking, dry humping, finger sucking, praise & degrading kink, oral (m. r) & fingering (f. r.), cum eating & breeding kink, ft. aespa’s ningning

⚡︎ WORD COUNT : 5.8k | co-written w/ the lovely @squoxle !

THERE HAD BEEN a time in your life where guys often threw themselves at you, gracing you with compliment after compliment in hopes that you’d spare them a prolonged glance… or perhaps, even a chance at hooking up with you somehow…

But then, your high school graduation happened, and coming up promptly on the adulthood menu, college applications and job searching.

Academia was simply something you weren’t interested in at the moment, so you took the work route, being employed at a 9-5 desk job until you got sick of that and terminated your contract before the summer.

Now, introducing your best friend Ningning Yizhou, someone you’ve known since high school yet only recently reconnected with within that past six months.

Your bond flourished as if time and personal journeys had never even separated you two, which is precisely why you found yourself where you were today:

Enjoying a sunny afternoon while walking arm-in-arm beside her, exploring the side shops of an outdoor strip mall from a distance…

The sunlight casted long shadows of the surrounding trees across the worn asphalt pathways trailing from the boutiques, the air meddling with scents of freshly cut grass, expensive perfumes, and tasty treats from the nearby food stands.

Back to Ningning though, the poor girl just wouldn’t stop raving about this new workout program she found online, excitedly informing you on all the details about this celebrity status fitness trainer who co-owned the company.

A strand of her long black hair danced in the wind as you both continued to stroll the area, her dainty sunglasses framing her round face as she nudged your shoulder slightly.

“Girl, you gotta try this with me,” she protested in between taking a sip of the fruit smoothie she held in her free grasp.

“Oh, come on ____,” Ningning whined this time, “how are we supposed to have a hot girl summer if we’re not looking like hot girls?!… The math is basic, to be honest…”

You let a soft sigh escape your lips as your gaze fell down towards the hoodie you wore, its fabric feeling heavier than usual, acting as a direct testament to your own lacking commitment to fitness.

“I’m just not too comfortable with the idea of wasting my money on some poor excuse for a fitness trainer,” you sulked, the sweet and icy nectar of your berry blast smoothie providing you with an extra layer of comfort beneath the blazing afternoon heat.

It had been far too long since you’d laced up your sneakers to exercise, your body looking a little too soft for your liking especially on top of the sedentary job you worked for months.

“Well, the lady who runs the program says that her trainers are licensed professionals,” Ningning continued passionately, despite the uninterested look on your face.

“Uh huh,” you nodded plainly, “and by that, you mean she hires people who wasted their money getting a license to help people do push ups, right?”

“Look, if we sign up now, we can get our first month free,” she stated, halting the pace of her steps to turn and face you directly this time, “so do you wanna do this with me or not?…”

The pressure was starting to kick in now, and although you had been trying to keep up your stubborn act for as long as you could, all of Ningning’s talk about sculpted abs, toned legs, and the perfect bubble butt was enough to spark even the smallest flicker of appeal within you.

It was a simple fact, really… like most women, you wanted to get in the best shape of your life this summer, possibly granting you a much needed injection of excitement into your otherwise mundane single life.

“Fine, I’ll join the stupid program,” you rolled your eyes sarcastically, a bright smile creeping across Ningning’s lips as she cheered for joy, exposing her cute round teeth.

“Yes! Hot girl summer, here we come!”

You let yourself giggle at your friends enthusiasm, her energetic aura always having a way of radiating onto you anyways…

And yes, you still felt a bit hesitant about venturing back into the gym after such a long hiatus, but with a little push, a little sweat, and a little confidence, you were ready to accept that maybe this whole workout thing was exactly what you both needed…

AFTER AGREEING TO enroll into the program, you decided to do a little research on your own back at home, and from what you could tell, the website looked fairly promising.

“Once I joined, I just couldn’t stop coming,” one review read, another following comment stating that they couldn’t remember the last time their bodies looked 'this great.' 

And strangely enough, you found yourself convinced from that alone, jotting in your name, age, and other necessary credentials on the website's "SIGN UP" front page.

Wrapping a hoodie around your waist, you slipped into your fitness shoes, tossing your gym bag over your shoulder and making your way to your first fitness class.

Initially, you were under the impression that your trainer would be another girl by default, so you didn’t put too much effort into your appearance. 

To be honest, your outfit was giving more of a “I just fell out of bed on a lazy sunday and decided to go for a jog” look rather than “Oh my God, this is my first workout class and I wanna make a good impression!”

Not like you cared all that stuff anyways, though... you were here to work up a sweat and get your dream body, not win a fashion competition.

Sprinkling a peach flavored electrolyte pack into your 40 ounce water bottle, you gave it a few shakes in your hand, watching closely as the powder dissolved before taking a sip and walking into the daunting building ahead of you—

“Alrighty, it looks like you’re all set, Miss ____. Your personal trainer will be waiting for you in the Private Training Room, code number 210B,” the older lady at the front desk smiled, straightening out the consumer information sheet you had just filled out and sliding it into the file drawer beside her.

“Ok, cool! And I'm sorry, but where do I go from here?”

“Just take that elevator to the second floor, hun. From there, you're gonna need to take a right, and room 10 should be right there!”

“Ok, thanks,” you nodded in a friendly voice before walking off, deciding within yourself that you'd take the stairwell instead of the elevator given the long line of people waiting there.

That's when the sound of humming treadmills, heavy metal clinks, and a mix of strained grunts hit your ears as you navigated around the second floor, taking a right turn just as the receptionist advised.

And there it was... Room 210B in all of its mysterious glory.

Your eyes wandered down to the soft natural light peeking from beneath the door, the handle twisting with a gentle creak as you walked in.

“Hi! You must be ____,” a deep male voice immediately greeted you. “I’ll be your fitness instructor and personal body trainer for the entirety of this program,” the man went on with a smile, extending his hand to shake yours, “My name is Lee Chaemin, but you can just call me Chae or Coach.”

What the actual fuck, you thought to yourself, struggling to properly return the handshake given the way your eyes ogled at him now.

He was criminally attractive, and you doubted wholeheartedly that you'd be able to function efficiently in his presence, let alone under his piercing gaze—

“V-very nice to meet you,” you somehow managed to choke out, making him quirk a brow at your flustered demeanor before going on to outline the criteria of your workout plan.

But your inner thoughts... God, they had gotten so loud that you could hardly even process a single word that escaped his lips, imagining within yourself how nice his hands would feel while wrapped around your neck...

At this point, you had completely missed the part where you were supposed to answer his question.

“Huh? I mean uh- Sorry, what did you say?” 

“I asked if you had any particular body goals in mind?” He repeated with a faint chuckle, eyes flattening out into pretty crescents as he tilted his head at you. 

Shit, his smile is absolutely perfect—

“Hmm... I mainly just wanna tone up and lose some body fat, y’know?”

“Yea, of course... in that case, we’ll start you out with some basics so I can get an idea of your current strength... then, we can work our way up from there,” he said, just as he made his way over to the wall and grabbed two yoga mats.

“I’ll demonstrate the poses and you can just cop me. Don’t worry if it feels a little awkward at first, I’ll guide you into position if you need,” he smiled again, laying down the mats for you two.

You joined him on the ground now, eyes following the movements of his body as twisted into various different stretches before finally coming to one that nearly knocked you off your feet.

“Oh, hold on! I gotchya,” he huffed, grabbing hold of your waist as you bent over with your legs spread apart. Even though you knew he wasn’t doing anything intentionally, you couldn’t help but internally melt at the feeling of him standing behind you like this...

Eventually though, your stretching period was finished, following up with a few simple pilate-like exercises and a mile run on the treadmill right after.

Fairly easy enough for my first day, you thought to yourself again, noting that if there was anything you learned today, it was that this Chae guy or whatever the hell he wanted you to call him, was sickeningly sexy, or in other words, just the extra vessel of visual motivation you needed to keep going on this journey...

BY THE END of the first week, you had changed up your wardrobe completely, not wanting any extra fabric to get in the way of you copping a feel here and there.

Besides, wearing a tight pair of yoga leggings with a mini crop top was much better suited for your hot girl aesthetic versus your usual hoodie and baggy gym pants.

As expected though, the next few classes became progressively more challenging... similarly to the rock hard bulge resting behind Chaemin's pants.

You were already seeing some promising results, too, despite how it had only been a few weeks since you first started... Ningning was in a more dance-focused class than yours, but her results were just as amazing, making this little hot girl duo between you two really worth the effort.

Unfortunately though, your free trial was coming to an end soon, so with the last few hours you got to spend with Chaemin every week, you hoped there'd be a chance for you to get a little something more out of him.

“See ya after class, babes,” Ningning waved with her typically warm and optimistic energy, making you flash her an equally friendly smile as you waved her off in the same manner, walking off into Private Training Room.

“Today’s gonna be a little different,” your trainer started to speak as soon as you opened the door.

“Different how?” You asked, sliding your gym bag from over your shoulder and placing it on the carrier shelves beside you.

“Well,” he continued in between clearing his throat, “one of my friend’s will be joining us in the room today, if you don't mind... He’s a personal trainer, too.”

Your eyes widened slightly as his words as a neutral pout overcame your features. “Oh, well yea, I don't have a problem with that,” you reassured him, making Chaemin flash you a thankful smile as you got started on laying down the yoga mats, just as Chaemin reached in his gym shorts pocket to pull out his phone.

“Perfect... I'll get started with you in a bit, though... I'm just texting him to verify how much longer it's gonna be before he gets here–” 

“Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long,” a new voice called out from beside you as the room door slung open, the sound of layered footsteps hitting your ears as the newcomer invited himself into the space, cutting Chaemin off mid-sentence. 

“Oh- Hey, Chan! I was just about to text you,” Chaemin let himself chuckle slightly before dapping up his friend.

“____, this is Sungchan, the trainer I was telling you about earlier...”

“Nice to meet you, ____,” Sungchan nodded with a gentle smile, a feeling of butterflies rushing through your lower stomach aa you found yourself having to look up to meet his face.

That's when the source of the second pair of footsteps became clear to you, just as a slightly shorter but equally as attractive guy joined the space.

“Wonbin,” the third boy introduced himself plainly, voice a bit feathery as he nervously shook your hand.

“Don’t worry. We shouldn’t bother y’all too much. Me and Won are gonna be training over here, but if you need anything just let me know, okay?” Sungchan went on, looking directly into your eyes, practically knocking you off your feet.

“Cool! Me and ____ are gonna get started over here, then,” Chaemin clapped as you started your first round of cardio, which today turned out to be a 10 minute jump roping circuit to help warm you up.

Chaemin kept track of the time as usual in between barking out a few words of encouragement, even though you could definitely tell another set of eyes were on you...

Glancing in one of the mirrors, you caught onto to the way Sungchan shamelessly stared at your body as you jumped up and down, a small smirk staining his features as the sheen of sweat decorated you slightly exposed chest now.

He was supposed to be spotting Wonbin at the bench press, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off of you for the life of him, almost in disbelief at the way you clearly started to put on a little show for him, letting your breath come out in high-pitched pants as you continued jumping.  

“Nice work, ____,” Chaemin exclaimed as your timer went off, right before he suggested that you work on a bit of strength training for the next 30 minutes.

“I think I need a little more time to calm down before I hit the weights, Coach,” you huffed out tiredly, explaining to him that it'd be better if you just worked on something a little less strenuous for the time being...

Glutes.

Of course, Chaemin wasn't going to make you overwork yourself, especially since you claimed to be feeling a bit more spent than usual...

By now, you had fully memorized the glute routine he made you do twice every week, including a rep of squat variations, lunges, bridge lifts, and fire hydrants.

Chaemin usually stood behind you whenever you did squats, guiding your waist with the lightest touch he could to make sure your form was on point.

This time though, you noticed that he wasn't even within three-feet of your presence, having his backed turned to you as you pushed out your first set of sumo squats, watching him walk even further away in the mirror ahead of you. 

“Hey, where're you headed?” You asked through slightly labored breaths, still counting in the back of your mind how many squats you had done so far...

“Oh, I just gotta take care of something really quick... Sungchan'll be here if you need him for anything.”

“Alright then,” you nodded, feeling that familiar burning sensation course through your hips, “take your time!”

“Thanks,” he replied, walking over to where Sungchan stood near Wonbin and exchanging a few words with him that you couldn't make out through all of Wonbin's grunting, leaving to room shortly after.

Twenty-eight... twenty-nine... thirty, you lazily counted out each squat in your head, letting yourself take a few conscious breaths just as Sungchan made his way over to you now.

“Looks like it’s gonna be just you and me then, huh?” he began with a smirk, scanning your body with his eyes. 

“Well... not exactly,” you returned quietly, peeking over his shoulder to find Wonbin adjusting a pair of headphones over his head.

“He's not one to bother people, trust me... It’ll be like he’s not even here,” Sungchan reassured you, just as he ran a hand through his shaggy hair and walked closer towards you, “Now... I say we freestyle a bit and try out a few exercises you've probably never done before, yeah?” 

The word 'intrigued' didn’t even begin to describe the way you felt right now... the look on his face was so mysterious yet so telling at the same time... you could hardly make any sense of his behavior, but you had a pretty good feeling his mind was on the same thing as your own wandering one:

A quick fuck sometime with no strings-attached.

His heads rested at your shoulders now as he positioned himself behind you. “Let’s start with a stretch first since you just finished a pretty intense cardio set,” he suggested with a slight rasp to his voice, a familiar and alluring feeling washing over you as he spread your legs apart with a strong hand.

“This will help stretch out your hip flexors,” he continued, keeping his touch secured around your inner thighs. “Just get down as low as you can for me, 'kay? You can stop if anything starts to hurt...” 

You couldn't help but blush a bit at his choice of words, following his instructions carefully as you squatted down as far as you could, poking your hips out a bit before coming back up to a standing position.

“So,” his still voice sounded from behind you, “you enjoying this little program so far?”

“Yeah, actually... I had low expectations in the beginning, but it's turning out to be a really good thing for me,” you answered while peddling your feet, hands glued to the floor.

“Oh, cool! That's always good to hear... What do you think about Chaemin, though?”

“What about him?” You returned with a bit of confusion to your tone.

“Well... I'm just curious to know if he’s been a little… touchy with you,” Sungchan hummed as you laid on your back, forcing your legs apart gently with his hands as your breath hitched slightly.

“I uh…well... not really,” you exhaled through your nose, feeling the sudden pull in your muscles.

“Oh?... I would’ve expected something different from him,” Sungchan shrugged while pushing his weight into your thighs even more... the position was already a bit erotic in itself, but it really didnt help now that his bulge had grazed up against the growing wetness behind your yoga pants, making your stomach tighten with need.

And it was written all over his adorably mischievous face, too... how much he enjoyed stretching you out passed your limits—

“Ngh!” You winced through furrowed brows, slightly turning your head to the side with your hands framing your head on the yoga mat.

He chuckled softly, letting his eyes wander from the sight of your puffy pussy poking through your leggings before making eye contact with you suddenly. “Sorry about that... Let’s work on a different position...” 

You shook the tightness out of your legs before standing to your feet, letting Sungchan guide your body into a downward dog position, leaving your ass high up in the air and your legs spread wide open to the point where almost nothing was left to the imagination now... 

You're not sure why, but every single thing this guy said or did in this moment was turning you on... from his voice, his body, and even to his scent, Sungchan had you fully enthralled by him in just a matter of minutes—

“So,” he started again, “how long have you been training with Chae for?”

“Just a few weeks,” you huffed back, voice a bit tight given the stretch you felt in your spine.

“Really? That’s impressive,” Sungchan exclaimed from behind you, eyes obviously falling to the view of your cleavage in the mirror ahead before flickering back up, “your physique already looks so amazing, ____.”

“Please,” you scoffed, a warm feeling erupting in your stomach given how close he was to you, “but I appreciate the compliment, Channie… your friend Chaemin’s a pretty good coach, y'know…”

“Yea, that might be true, but,” Sungchan’s voice trailed off in the same manner that his hands trailed from your thighs, applying pressure to your lower back as he forced you abdomen closer to the ground, “he can be a little mean with his clients, if you ask me…”

In all honesty, you didn't fully understand why Sungchan kept bringing up Chaemin, but you couldn't say you disagreed with his opinions about him...

Chaemin did have his moments where he was a little tough on you, but the horny slut inside you didn't mind his dominance, anyways...

“Agreed,” you sighed, letting your muscles relax into the position, “but if he’s so mean and what not... what does that make you?”

“A well-balanced personal trainer,” Sungchan replied with pride almost instantly, “considering that Chae often forgets to include the ‘personal’ aspect when it comes to fitness… he’s more—”

“Physical... like you said,” you budded in for him, making Sungchan chuckle, “and you’re personal… gotchya…”

“But what’s your preference?” He asked, voice falling a little closer to your ear as he forced his palm into your back even further, the curve of your ass sitting right at his front.

You knew there was more to Sungchan's question than what met the surface…

Briefly reasoning within yourself, you moved from the stretching position, turning to face Sungchan as you leaned towards him.

“I suppose I’m open to both,” you whispered seductively, resting your hand just inches away from the mound between his legs.

His breath got caught in his chest now as your hand started to tread even closer to his center, moving upwards until you suddenly stopped, looking back into his eyes. “Think you can meet both those needs for me… Channie?” You went on in a voice soft as silk yet as seductive as a siren, batting your eyelashes at him as he licked his lips slightly.

“How about this... I’ll offer you a free trial before we make anything official,” Sungchan whispered, trying to keep his lingo as indirectly suggestive as possible, “but it’s only a limited time offer…”

His voice faded away, just as the eye contact he held with you wandered off to the wall bench just a few feet from you both on the stretching mat.

And before you could even turn to meet his face again, he was already standing up, flashing you a knowing expression as he walked to the bench, taking a seat and shamelessly manspreading right before your eyes.

He reached for his water bottle sitting on the ground, raising the liquid to his lips and taking a few gulps, your eyes watching the line of veins trailing up his sculpted neck and shoulders as you simply accepted that fact that you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore…

Not while this horny, of course...

Besides, if there’s anything a hot girl did best it was hot girl shit, annd you’d be a fool to let Sungchan sit there and do nothing about the boner obviously growing behind his gym pants.

Limited time offer, huh? You thought to yourself before standing up from the mat, zipping down your workout top a bit to let your tits breathe.

Well it’s a good day to be impatient…

You climbed onto Sungchan's lap, wrapping your thighs around him as you felt him pressing into your core, a feeling that excited you more than you cared to admit.

"Oh so we're doing this now?" The tall boy asked, smiling as you got comfortable on top of him.

"As if this wasn't the goal since you set your eyes on me," you smirked, leaning in to kiss his plump lips.

Sungchan hummed within the contact, letting his eyes flutter shut before speaking...

"You just look so fucking hot in these yoga pants," he mumbled with your lower lip snug between his teeth before lightly pulling away "can’t wait to get ‘em off you..." he continued raspily, gripping at your hips before kneeding the flesh there in his hands.

In the midst of all this, Wonbin was completely oblivious to what you and Chan were up to, too focused on pushing out his final reps of bench presses, silver headphones secured tightly around his sweat-drenched mane as a certain tune blasted in his ears.

That’s when he caught onto the faint sounds bleeding beyond the audio from his headset, plain curiosity getting the best of him as he hooked the barbell back to its power rack, ending his set to get a peek at his surroundings.

He took off his headphones and sat them neatly on the equipment, giving his damp hair a slight shake before turning his head to the noise behind him, only to find a breathless you situated in Sungchan’s lap.

The eldest flashed Wonbin a look with the most shit-eating grin plastered across his deer-like features as your tongues intertwined sloppily, even though Wonbin’s attention had clearly darted toward your ass by now, both enticed by and shocked at the way you grinded against his friend’s lap so shamelessly. 

You soon noticed the way Sungchan’s face wandered from yours slightly, provoking you to turn for yourself to see exactly what had caught his attention. 

And there he was, an utterly flabbergasted Wonbin meeting your eyes with his own hesitant ones, an even more evident bulge resting behind his gym shorts now as blood rushed to the tip of his cock, getting harder and harder with every breath he took. 

Sungchan returned his lips to your neck now, nibbling at the skin there while still keeping a grip on your tight ass, "Don't think I can wait much longer baby..." he groans against you, almost as if the taste of you alone was making him hungrier for any sort of stimuli.

"What are you waiting for then, big boy?... it's not like anyone here has a problem with us... isn't that right, Binnie?" You pressed, biting your lip while looking the reluctant boy up and down.

But Wonbin remained quiet, only giving you a shyly desperate look as his lips part slightly, making way for his tongue to run over his lips greedily.

He felt like he had never contemplated something so hard in his entire life while in this moment.

"C’mon, don’t be shy… you can join us if you like..." you continued, flashing Wonbin your signature blowjob eyes as Sungchan obviously began to appear a bit thrown off by the boldness of your offer towards his friend, making his plush lips cease from marking you for a moment despite his initial playfulness…

Still, and oddly enough, Wonbin’s nervous demeanor had a way of exciting Sungchan even more, especially with how dirty you and him were getting during what was intended to be your training period.

"Get over here, Won... she doesn't bite as much as I do..." Sungchan mustered encouragingly, even though Wonbin’s feet were already moving towards you two at the wall bench.

He sat down next to you both, watching dumbly as you suddenly stopped grinding against Sungchan’s lap.

"W-...what do I do?" He asked timidly, fidgeting with his fingers in his lap as you simply smiled back at the gorgeous men before you.

"Pull your pants down," you said bluntly, "both of you..." 

And with that command, it didn't take long for Wonbin to start working with the waist tie of his shorts, pulling at the strings and sliding the fabric past his hips.

And once you climbed off of Sungchan’s lap, he proceeded to do the same, hooking his thumbs at the hem of his pants before shimmying them down like you asked.

You got on your knees between them, exchanging one more look of consent before taking their sensitive members in your hands, alternating between either stroking them or letting their dicks take turns basking in the warmth of your skilled mouth. 

The sounds of their pleased grunts and hums layering over each other was more than enough to get your pussy dripping with need.

You admired the feeling of Wonbin’s long and pretty cock gliding down your throat while also savoring the girth of Sungchan’s throbbing dick as you pumped him in your fist at the same time. 

The eldest of the two had his mouth hung open, head thrown back against the wall as his hips lifted into your hand, desperate for more friction than what was already being offered…

And on the other hand, Wonbin tried to keep his lip bitten firmly between his teeth as an attempt to hold in his moans, only to fail miserably once you licked around a certain spot along his shaft... his sweet spot… 

"Oh, you like that baby?" You asked rhetorically, watching as his chest began to heave with each stroke of your tongue against his log of nerves, his lustful eyes wandering to the sight behind you as another person invited themselves to witness the filthy scene ahead.

It was none other than Coach Chaemin, who judging from the outside, appeared as though he practically expected this to happen… finding a horny you slutting it out with his close mates in the private training room at the first opportunity you got... 

Still, he wasn't gonna let you get away that easily without first inserting himself into the fun... and I mean that quite literally, here. 

Chaemin kneeled himself behind you, tugging down your yoga pants and landing a hard smack to the curve of your ass, snickering at the fact that you didn't even have panties on.

And it all happened so fast that you didn't even have a chance to react properly before his thick fingers were lodged inside you, curling against the spongy spot that never failed to make your back arch. 

"F-fuckkk," you mewled erotically, turning your head back to find your trainer fucking his digits into your heat, this more openly dirty side of him finally coming out to play... 

"Turn back around," he ordered, just as Sungchan already helped himself to guiding your chin back to face him, shoving your lips over his cock and hitting the back of your moist den with his tip.

His veins were even more pronounced now as intense pleasure coursed through every cell in his 6-foot-something body, gently smacking his cock through the side of your cheek to tease you.

"Shhh," he cooed facetiously as your teary eyes met his taunting ones, the mascara you put on earlier bleeding at the corner of your eyes as your grip around Wonbin's cock tightened with your growing urge to gag. 

Sungchan went on, almost chuckling now as he slowly pushed your head further down his length, whispering within the mere air separating you two, "You like choking around my dick, huh pretty girl? Like it when I stuff your mouth so full with my cock that you can’t even think straight, don’t you?”

All you could do was dumbly nod around him, eventually gasping out loud once he finally released your head from his hold, giving you a moment to catch your breath. 

But at this point, Wonbin was already spilling his load over your freshly manicured fingers, a reddish hue rushing to his cheeks out of embarrassment of how fast he came.

He stuttered out your name in between his hiccupy moans, Chaemin’s narrowed eyes catching sight of the sticky situation, just as he landed a wet smack against your ass again with the same hand he just fingered you with.

"Lick it up, babyface… or else my fingers are all you're getting from here..." Chaemin ordered in a deep and almost threatening tone, making you clench your pussy around nothing as he slid his hand beneath your workout top, smacking your tits as a means to encourage you.

And already being too desperate for the lost feeling of his fingers inside you, you leaned over Wonbin’s lap almost immediately, clinging to his toned thighs as you lapped at the pearly release, making his abs clench at the returned stimulation. 

"So fucking hot," Sungchan mumbled, fisting himself at an aggressive pace as you kept catching Wonbin’s cum on your extended tongue, keeping eye contact with him the entire time as he groaned out his high, gently caressing the side of your face.

“You’re unreal, ____,” the long haired boy hummed, almost feeling lovesick at the way you kept licking at him.

Being so distracted in the way Wonbin gazed at you in this strangely intimate moment, you didn’t even realize that Chaemin had already slipped his shorts down, letting a bit of spit dribble from his tongue to help coat his length before sliding it into you.

The stretch genuinely caught you off guard, a shaky whimper slipping past your lips as you covered your mouth, trying to hold in your cries.

“Aww, too big for you, sweetie?” Chaemin taunted, watching the way your pussy practically struggled to take all of him, but he didn’t care, knowing that it’d only be a matter of time before you started begging for more.

“I can be gentle if you want me too… is that what you want?” He went on, landing another smack to your tits as he leaned closer to your ear, nibbling at the flesh there.

You couldn’t even attempt to get a word out once you felt his length slide further into you, amazed in your own mind that the stretch you felt earlier was only from half of his cock.

“Didn’t think so,” Chaemin smirked, his dick twitching at the tightness your hole provided before moving away from your ear, grabbing hold of your hips again as he slowly started to move inside you.

“Move your hand, angel,” Sungchan mumbled again, desperate to hear any more sounds from you to help him reach his high. “Need to come so fucking bad, baby… open your mouth for me,” he groaned, letting you take his tip in your mouth as your sealed your lips around him, only to break away suddenly as Chaemin thrusted roughly into you this time, grunting at the pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re pussy’s perfect… so tight,” he said with a rasp voice, struggling to stop himself from fucking you any faster than your tightness could take, “afraid I might split you open if I keep going, princess…”

All you could do was whine pathetically as Chaemin kept thrusting into you from behind, a burning sensation mixing with the growing pleasure from his length stretching you out.

“F-fuckk- Shit!” Sungchan groaned desperately, jerking his cock to the point where his seed ended up making a much bigger mess than intended, spurts of his cum getting everywhere but in your eyes at this point.

Your hands still rested at Wonbin and Sungchan’s thighs, and although Wonbin seemed a bit relaxed now, he was simply waiting for his next chance to get off, Sungchan slowly relieving his cock from the relentless strokes of his own hand before leaning down to kiss you, moaning at the taste of himself in your mouth mixing with your saliva.

Wonbin watched closely as his friend's tongue ran up against yours in the messy contact, the sight doing nothing but making the poor boy stiff all over again.

“Hey… wanna take a turn?” Chaemin asked Wonbin through a breathless voice, his question almost getting lost between the series of whines spilling from your mouth, Sungchan’s hand holding your face in place as he looked into your eyes, whispering dirty nothings against your lips as you took Chaemin from the back.

“Fuck, please,” you cried out for reasons you didn’t understand, face a mess of streaky makeup as you laved at Sungchan’s thumb in your mouth.

“It’s okay, baby… we’re taking good care of you, see?” Sungchan smiled, just as the feeling of fullness left your core as Chaemin slipped out, moving over for Wonbin to take his place.

“Gonna make you feel so much better,” Wonbin said from behind you, lining up his tip with your gaping entrance before fully sliding in, much easier than Chaemin did.

While Wonbin’s fucking you from the back, Chaemin swaps places with Sungchan on the wall bench, tapping your lips with his slimy cock with a smirk on his face, all before sliding himself in and fucking the daylights out of your throat. 

And your eyes were practically popping outta your head at this point given how rough he was being… you couldn't help yourself but to scratch at his thighs like a helpless kitten, making Chaemin wince as you marked his honey-colored skin with thin, red lines.

Meanwhile, Wonbin was still getting busy behind you, his hips grinding against you at a slow pace, clearly contrasting between Chaemin’s more aggressive sexual nature. 

And it was only a matter of time before Sungchan joined Wonbin where he was on the ground, discarding himself from his pants completely now as he held his cock in one hand and stroking over the curve of your ass with the other, utterly mesmerized by your feminine figure.

“C’mon, Wonbin, you can fuck her harder than that, huh?” Sungchan huffed sarcastically, jerking his cock once again with his fist at the sight of your hole gushing with arousal, your fluids creating the most heavenly sheen around Wonbin’s length as he took heed to his friend’s words, fucking into you faster and deeper despite how much it overstimulated him.

“Yeah… that’s it… keep fucking her just like that- mmm, fuck yeah,” Sungchan groaned, sliding his hands between your legs and letting his fingers find your heat, slapping a bit at your pussy lips before circling your throbbing clit.

You felt like you were going completely dumb now given all the sensations you were experiencing, Wonbin’s tip working wonders in your cunt as he hit all the best parts inside you, his own eyes becoming watery now as he felt himself approaching his high again, mumbling tiny words of praise from behind you.

But Chaemin… oh God, he was a complete menace in this moment, calling you his good little cum slut as he continued fucking your face full of his shaft, your jaw going slack as you cried dumbly around his veiny cock.

That’s when you felt a burst of warmth enter you from both ends, Chaemin’s seed coating the back of your throat as Wonbin collapsed over your back, stilling his thrusts as he spilled his release all over your walls, heavy grunts coming from both of them now that they’d reached their highs. 

“Awww, fuck,” Sungchan moaned this time, feeling himself draw closer and closer to the point of no return as Wonbin backed away from you, knowing that Sungchan had every intention of getting to stuff your pussy with his length just like the others did.

That's when you felt Sungchan grab your waist from behind, right before pushing his dick into you.

You couldn’t help but whine as you felt him stretch you open, gasping at the feeling of his hand wrapping around your throat, still feeling a bit sore from Chae's ministrations earlier.

He shoved his tongue into your mouth, kissing you sloppily as cum and saliva dripped down the sides of your lips, trailing down your neck as he humped into you hard and fast, causing your breasts to bounce freely from the force.

And seeing this only drew Chaemin's attraction to the perky flesh of your best as he found himself sucking on one of your tits, grazing his teeth over your skin.

“Get over here, Wonnie,” Sungchan grunted, watching as his friend sat tiredly by himself... “There’s a pretty tit for you, too,” he chuckled before smacking your ass, making you yelp at the stinging sensations traveling all the way up to your face.  

“She’s still not making enough noise for me,” Chaemin huffed before jamming two of his fingers into your mouth, causing your eyes to tear up even more.

“Scream for me, slut,” he grinned while he roughly stimulated your clit with his free hand, Wonbin's tongue never ceasing in sucking at your nipples, moaning at the taste.

At this point, you struggled to keep your balance, feeling your body begin to shake uncontrollably as Sungchan held your body tighter, hips still drilling into you at a relentless pace.

“Feels so fucking good inside you, baby,” Sungchan sucked through his teeth, a bit of saliva filling his mouth as the pattern of his thrusts slowed down, his hips ripping away from your heat as you fell into the two other boy's before you, your body fucked completely dumb now.

There was so much cum inside you at this point that you're sure it'd probably be leaking out of you for weeks after this...

You felt Sungchan’s dick slide out as he rested his chin on your shoulder, kissing the skin there before sighing against your neck and saying, “That was pretty fun, huh, pretty?”

You couldn’t really get a word out in this moment, and he caught onto it, talking for you instead of trying to get any words out of you…

“We should do something like this again, y’know?…I’m sure Wonbin would like it too,” he went on with a chuckle as Wonbin’s cheeks flushed red, running a bashful hand through his bangs down as he worked on fixing his shorts back.

“This’ll only last for another week before your free trial expires,” Chaemin began with a hoarse voice while keeping his eyes trained on you as he pulled up his shorts, too.

“Well, that’s only unless she doesn’t come back for more,” Sungchan pitched in, lifting his weight from your body and helping you guide your yoga pants back over your hips.

Although you are were currently unsure as to whether or not you would proceed with paying for the full program after such an unexpected encounter, you couldn't deny that being tossed around by three hot guys had your head spinning in the best way possible…

And as the four of you stood all sweaty and sticky in a circle, still trying to catch your shaky breaths as the fitness session neared its end, the idea of your average workout sessions with Chaemin seems much less appealing than the full-body workout you experienced today.

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[hyuny-bunny]

groupie love | Y.J. ft hyun

genre: established relationship, rockstar bf x groupie gf, smut, a touch of fluff, a sprinkle of angst

part II

MNDI (+18) CW: oral, unprotected p in v, afab reader, use of she/her/hers/girlfriend, pet names, degradation (slut, whore) , depraved possessive & slightly mean innie, hyunjin is a flirt, vouyerism, riding, squirting, fingering, oral (m receiving), mouth fucking w fingers.

a/n: if i miss any warnings let me know! also would love to turn this into a series. this was also one of the songs that got me through writing this, the other song was own my mind another recommended listen.

summary: your bf innie always had girls throwing themselves at him, just wanting a chance to say they slept with a rockstar.

He was strikingly beautiful, both on and off-stage. It couldn't be helped that every where you went people gawked. The stares were never just towards him though but you always had a hard time believing it. You two made a power couple, something ripped straight out of a book. People would look at you two like you were a dream couple you only ever saw photos of on pinterest.

He was tall, handsome, had a cold look but only had warm eyes for you. Most would assume you were just some silly side piece, but he'd fly off the handle if anyone ever so much as implied you were anything less then his muse, his love. How could anyone believe he was so committed and dedicated to you when girls threw themselves at him every night after his shows? All of them wanting a chance to check off the "i-slept-with-a-rockstar" box.

You were a goddess. Everything you touched turned to gold, including him. You were there on the side stage or balcony every show, wearing whatever trendy vintage clothes you'd find the weekends before. A rockstar girlfriend has to have a brand to live up to right? Your wardrobe littered with sparkle, lace, leather, and animal prints. Tonight was no different, knee high boots with a lace slip dress paired with his leather jacket.

The same leather jacket that's just a few nights before, a girl tried to sneak off his chair to wear while you disappeared for a moment. Shooting a glare that would make you sink back into your own skin.

His band hadn't been together for very long but they gained a lot of attention in a short span. Jisung, their lead singer, had an insane vocal range and writing ability like no other. Their drummer, Chan, was a wet dream to watch. Let's just say he was great with his hands. Their bass player really sold it though, Hyunjin, had a dark mystique to him. One couldn't quite put their finger on his energy, he was both serious and nonchallant about his talent, on top of being so strikingly beautiful. Then there was your boyfriend, lead guitarist, recognized for his sharp eyes and sharper guitar skills.

The show closed out and you made your way towards the green room, keeping a watchful on the girls lingering around the stage. Once you nodded towards their manager Minho, you slid back to find a sweaty bunch. Jeongin's head was thrown back against the couch, eyes shut, chest heaving and adam's apple bobbing. You couldn't help but notice how chiseled his muscles looked in this tank top or how his rings made his hands look extra big and the veins in his arms stood out even more-

"Stop eye fucking him and just fuck him," Hyunjin was leaned over your shoulder whispering in your ear. Jeongin still sat breathing with his eyes shut "I'm sure one of those groupie sluts out there is more then wet and willing, if you're not."

"Over my dead fucking body" You said so condescendingly sweet with a smile looking Hyunjin in the eyes.

You walked over to him, sliding the jacket off and next to him. The thud of the jacket had him turning his head and ever so slightly opening his eyes to find the source. He was happy to see you sat so perched next to him with a grin on your face, a pretty berry tint to your lips.

"Hi, enjoy the show?" He sighed lifting his head to look you fully up and down.

"Hi. Of course I did, you were amazing as always." You caressed his face while he leaned forward to kiss your lips. Holding your head in hand and the other laid on top of your thigh ever so slight rubbing the skin just underneath the hem of the dress. Another peck before he leans back to stare at you in all your beauty.

"Drink?" You ask pushing back a few hairs from his face. He hums at your touch and question.

"The usual, please." He grabs your hand kissing the palm with the end of his sentence. "I'll shower up right now while you get the drinks, i'll be quick kay?" He kisses you once more before jumping off the couch to stroll towards the bathroom that Jisung is walking out of.

"No groupie for you, Sung?" You ask while he try's to pack his bag up for the tour bus. He was shy for a lead singer. He wasn't one for one night stands unless he felt a real connection.

"Not tonight, I prefer my own company. I have another song Chan & Jeongin wanted me to go over tonight, need a clear head to do that so I'm calling it in after my drink." He was so passionate about his songs, a bit of a perfectionist.

"Someone say drinks?" Hyunjin is standing in the middle of green room now in just jeans with no shirt and a towel drying his long dark hair. He's got roses adoring the side of his body leading from his back trailing to the front his lower body near the v line.

"When did you get those?" You ask genuinely curious as you'd never seen those before. He's got a cock grin on his face. He strolls over to you standing right in front of, his crotch almost in your face. You lean back to put some distance.

"Last month. My friend, Felix, works at a tattoo parlor. I sketched it out myself, all he had to do was put the ink to skin," He lifts his arm twisting the way it travels across his body. "Wanna see where it leads to?"

He grabs your hand letting it trail from the top of his ribs moving it down to the top of his waistband, you pull your hand back, snapping out of your daze. He really was something carved by gods.

"That'll do." You clear your throat "Thanks for the tour though, let's get those drinks Ji." You stand up brushing up against Hyunjin. That cocky grin still plastered on his face.

"Will you ever give me a chance?"

"Keep dreaming."

Jisung and you order drinks at the bar, the same groupies are lingering. They get jumpy and try to rush up to Ji once you reach the bar. Minho is already blocking their chance to step between you both. You mouth a thanks to him while Ji starts talking about the next show. Hyunjin comes out of the back room emerging with a tank top now. The groupies once again flock to him seeing he's alone, all barking to trying to buy his drink.

As you're about to turn to walk back to the green room with drinks hand there's a set of arms caging you at the bar. It's not Jeongin though.

"So you cope a feel of my tattoos, run off to the bar and leave me to hyenas?" Hyun talks into your ear.

While this type of behavior would be crossing a line for most, Hyunjin, had always been like this. Even before you got with Jeongin. He had a big crush on you before and you've never given him a reason to move on, even with a boyfriend who'd probably break his hand at a given chance. He has confessed his love to you on several occasions both drunk and sober. It doesn't bother Jeongin too much, it did more in the beginning but he's come to understand, Hyunjin will always be head over heels for you. You were Hyunjin's besfriend first, it's how you two met, you were always there at his band practices. Whether it was bringing lunch, offering feedback, or passing out flyers with them for upcoming shows. Hyunjin would gush over you but never made a move, at least one that actually indicated he was genuinely interested and not being a cock fuck. He was always back and forth with people who just wanted to use him. It wasn't until Jeongin had swooped in one day, he realized it was too late for him. So he'd continue with his usual flirty banter, waiting for another chance.

"Those so called hyenas are your people, Hyun. They're just looking for a cute fuck." You beam at him with a coy smile. You slide under his arm, grabbing the drinks to head back to the green room. He made your head spin sometimes, his flirty advances always made you feel flattered but you only had eyes for Innie. When you see the entrance that leads to the green room, Innie is standing there watching you. It seems as though he's just watched everything play out, his normally soft eyes for you are narrowed on Hyunjin's silhouette.

Hyunjin must've felt the daggers the younger was throwing his way because he turned around slightly shocked to see mean demeanor that paints his face and posture. There's a girl trying her earnest best to get Jeongin to look at her but he's focused on the way you walk up to him with your drinks in hand. He smirks at the way the other three girls watch you cheerily walk up to him, he loves the way they turn green with envy. They want to be you but they will never be you or ever come close to you. He takes the drink you extend to him and wraps an arm around your shoulders pulling you to him.

"Sorry not interested." He mutters to the girl who still hadn't picked up the hint.

He walks you back to green room, you situate yourself on the couch watching him checking the hallways before closing the door. You take a few big swigs, slightly scrunching your nose at the cheap liquor used in your drink. It's only to brings your buzz sooner. Jeongin stands beside you where you sit on the couch, he throws back the whole drink. He pets the top your head with one hand while he consumes the entire drink, setting the cup down he sits next to you.

He smells heavenly, the smell of his body wash and shampoo lull you into a sweet daze. He's wearing another tank top with a loose pair of black straight leg sweats. His rings still on, accenting his pretty long fingers. He holds your hand in one hand and caresses you face with the other, his eyes scanning all over your face searching for something.

"I hate the way he paws at you." Jeongin's eyes darken with the way you look at him.

"You know I'm all yours baby," you say softly bringing his hand to your lips to kiss the finger tips.

"Hmmm... I don't know how much i believe that... Maybe you're just another groupie slut for us... for me... and he just wants a taste now..." He says this while grabbing a fist full of hair at the back of your head, using his other hand to rub up and down your thigh just under your dress. His words send shivers down your spine and makes you grow wetter with every touch.

"No I'm not like those girls out there. I'm only yours baby." You gasp at while he tightens his grip in your hair. "I'll show you, please. Innie, please you know I'm only yours."

"Show me" He's pulling you against him, his mouth latching on to yours. He's pulling you straddle his lap, gripping your hips while his mouth explores your own. He's pulling your dress up all the way to have your panties flush against his hardening cock. You can feel how hard he is and the way your panties drip you wouldn't be surprised to find a wet mark in place of where you are now.

He's slipping his hand under the waist band of your panties over your thighs. Your hands are tangled in his hair, lost in the feeling of his fervent kisses. He pulls back to you pull you off for a moment.

He's standing in front of you now undoing the drawstring of his pants. He pulls the sweats down just enough to free his cock, letting it slap against his stomach. A pumps a few strokes while you adjust to situate yourself on the edge of the couch to take him in your mouth. His fingers web in your hair as your eager mouth opens wide for him, he taps the tip just to your lips before letting you start your ministrations on him. Your hand gripping his thighs for stability, he gives only a moment to adjust to his cock in your mouth before he's moving your head for you. You gag on him as he shoves his way down your throat, your nose almost touching his abs. He pulls out the way to let breathe before stick himself back in, he's letting filthy moans out, sloppy wet gagging moans from you and your nails digging into thighs.

He pulls off your mouth just before he's about to cum, enjoying the sight of your eyeliner and mascara running on your cheeks. He taps your cheek with his hand, gesturing you to open. He's shoving fingers in your mouth without warning, be gives you a break this time, allowing you to coat in your own spit at your own pace.

"So pretty suck me off.. such a good girl suck my fingers, should let Hyunjin see what a whore you are for me." His words have you clenching your thighs together yearning for some friction.

"You want him to see you like this huh? Want him to see what a cock hungry slut you are for me? Or maybe you want his cock too?" He coo's at you while thrusting his fingers on your tongue.

He pulls his fingers out lifting your dress to shove his hands into your panties.

"So wet baby and i've barely touched you. Is this all for me? Hmm? Or is this for him too?" He's circling your clit with the fingers covered in your spit. "Such a needy slut. Gotta show you who this pussy belongs to."

He pulls the strap of your dress down with your bra latching a mouth to your tit as his fingers thrust into you. You yelp out at the pleasure and shock. He's brushing against the g spot and attacking your neck in small bites. The building orgasm is about to tip you over.

"Jeongin please... please fuck me please need your cock in me..." You whimper out and let out another whine when removes mouth and fingers. He pulls your boots off for you while you pull your dress over your head. Discarding the rest of your clothing till your down to nothing. He pulls you up off the couch sitting back down first and patting his lap.

"Ride me then. Show me how badly you need me." Without hesitation, your lifting your self onto his lap, lining his cock with your entrance. Once you're fully sat on him you both let out a moan. He lands a slap on your ass, a hard one, signaling to move. You lift off your thighs begin to rock your self against him, his hands are covering each cheek helping you with your movement but not with out a smack every second or so. It's not long before you're shaking with pleasure. You're begging him to help you.

"Don't worry baby, I got you. Just hold onto me." He lifts your hips for you and starts thrusting up into you. You yell again at the angle he hits that spongey spot inside you. Your lost in the euphoria of his thrusts, head spinning with every groan he lets out, how tightly your cunt sucks him in, and the sound of skin bouncing off the walls of the room. You almost don't notice that Hyunjin is standing in the door way, with hand cupping his crotch. His eyes are moving all across your body, taking in the scenery, every bounce, every whimper, the nail marks that cover Jeongin's shoulders from the way you clung to him.

Hyunjin's eyes don't have a chance to meet yours as your head slumps into the crock of Jeongin's neck. Innie picks up speed on his thrusts pulling you impossibly close to his chest, lifting you up just enough to hammer his cock into you. Your moans turn to cry's and screams, finally releasing all over Jeongin's lap. He's never felt more proud to make you squirt especially with Hyunjin as your witness.

You feel his cum dripping out of you, too tired to care from the orgasm. Jeongin is pushing the hair out of your face, leaving a sweet kiss on your temple whispering sweet nothings of 'good girl' 'so good for me baby'. Hyunjin ever so slight snakes out of the room into the hallway breathing heavily, processing what he just saw and how stiff his pants feel. Jeongin is quick to lift you with him to the shower for a quick rinse knowing he'll be running a nice hot bath for once you get back to the hotel.

[hoseoksluna]

BERRIES | jjk ft. jhs

pairing: ex-boyfriend!jungkook x oc (feat. hobi)

genre: angst, tiny fluff, itty bitty smut

word count: 6.0k

summary: your ex-boyfriend shouldn't have this much influence over you when you have a new man, should he?

playlist: berries / pinterest board: berries

warnings: depression, daddy issues, use of titles, oc has dirty thoughts about hobi (do we blame her? no, we do not), slowburn, implied sex, dd/lg, soft argument

note: this took every last bit of my strength, so i had to split it up. i'm sorry if this is a piece of absolute shit, but as you all know work this week squeezed everything out of me and i'm so exhausted that i'm not even sure if this is worth posting. i struggled a lot with this fic, rewrote it multiple times, and i'm so very happy that it's finished. i hope you all enjoy the start of a new series, this time a slowburn that will have more parts, more depth and everything. and surprise! it features hobi, my beautiful husband. it was my first time writing about him and he's missing so terribly from my soul that it was one of the reasons why i struggled so much. i wish it weren't like this for my first time with him, but oh well. i hope you, guys, enjoy. please, let me know what you think. <3

The satiny material of your cream-colored dress must be the one and the same that these sculptures had worn centuries ago. You can almost imagine the softness kissing your fingerprint instead of the cool stone as you graze your touch against each and every immortalized angel of loveliness. You’re stirred by a sense of poignancy—that you’re alive and they’re not and yet you believe that as you stare at them, feel what they’ve been through the more you study their eternal expressions, they stare right back with their eternally tender eyes, see right through you, through your heart, know its contents. You wish you were in their place instead; you’re sure they would’ve handled your cursed life better than you can. 

Or you wish you were as stony as them. 

But you’re an opulent fountain of emotions that are anything but gentle. 

This thought distracts your attention from the way your feet ache in the boots you chose to wear to impress your date. Thigh high, with black knee socks underneath to keep you warm from the cruel breath of autumn. Hoseok is carrying your trenchcoat as you’re adventuring on your own in this art museum and that’s the only sliver of kindness he’s shown you this very morning. 

The only compliment you’ve received from him was a nonverbal one. An up and down look with a smirk creeping in when he picked you up at your apartment. No hug, no caress. You felt so small—and awkward a little bit, comparison rushing in. Not in the form of a wave of the sea, but in the form of a snake, its thick body tightening around your throat. An ouroboros, which made you regret going out on a date so soon. 

It hasn’t even been a month since you’ve become a single girl again, learning how to walk in this new, harsh reality, your legs wobbly, weak and too, too heavy. And the lack of comfortable physical contact made you see your ex-boyfriend before your own eyes, the memory of how he acted at the beginning of your first date. The way he picked you up into his arms due to his excitement of being with you and carried you inside his car. He put on your seatbelt for you. Drove carefully. Held your hand as he led you to the restaurant he picked for you. Even during the walk after while you talked about the stars and you couldn’t help but tell him that his eyes were filled with them. 

Hoseok did neither of those things. He had asked you where you wanted to go and you’ve wanted to visit the museum for quite a while, so you suggested it. He had agreed, no sort of enthusiasm evident in his voice muffled by the phone call. And you’ve barely exchanged a few words during the half an hour of your time spent here, let alone led an entire conversation. You should’ve heeded the warning when it was right in front of you.

Hoseok is certainly not of the artistic kind. 

Looks quite bored as you turn your head to look at him, your coat dangling from his arm so terribly devastatingly. And when you focus your gaze to your right, where a dark wine-tinged room, with golden frames of paintings, awaits you and where you’ve longed to go the moment you stepped a foot inside this grand building, a distaste pools on your tongue, your former aesthetic elation ruined. 

You’re surprised he didn’t stand you up. 

You don’t even want to take pictures. As a matter of fact, you want to go home. But you can’t. Can’t ravage your only possibility and means of forgetting the person you still love. Can’t really encourage Hoseok to leave your life, not when you’re the type of person that doesn’t find love upon every corner you turn to. 

This is your only chance. And he’s the only man you’ll conceivably have in your life for quite some time. 

You walk up to him and take your coat from his arm. His eyes deepen on you, in fact they haven’t strayed from you during the entire half an hour—and that bothers you. If your ex-boyfriend were here, he’d share the beauty with you. Make you laugh so hard that the sound would echo around the vast room. Perhaps give life to the sculptures and they would laugh along, too. 

Your heart hangs heavy in your chest, sinks ever so slowly and you can’t bear it. You need to leave. Take this date elsewhere, hope for betterment to grace you—to have but a fragment of pity for you. 

“You hungry?” you ask, softly, willing your voice to be smooth and not divulge the brassy storm of your emotions to him. Hoseok doesn’t know anything about you. Doesn’t know that you yearn for another person to be standing in his place. “Did you have breakfast?” 

Hoseok needed the date to be in the early hours. Said he had a meeting in the afternoon. Would be working on a project with his colleagues until the late hours. You didn’t mind, not really, in fact it animated you—brought briskness into the sadness of your headspace, knowing it was rainy and cloudy outside. Perfect weather for the influence of the arts. That is, until you realized that it was a grave mistake to take a businessman to a museum; that you dragged a heathen to a church.

Hoseok shifts his weight on each foot, his shoulders swaying with the movement, and he licks his lip, bringing your attention to them. Small, but full—you wonder what they would feel like against yours. Wonder if he’d be gentle with you or violent. If he’d stroke your hair or grip it; fondle the ribbon you’re wearing in a half up do or untie it, entirely. Use it for another means like your ex-boyfriend invariably did. 

Your distaste grows, but not for Hoseok. It grows like poison ivy for yourself and your tendency to compare him with someone he doesn’t deserve to be juxtaposed with. 

Guilt blossoms in your sternum, the leaves of that poison ivy. Pretty to the eye, but deadly for the body. Just like you. You’re too baneful for such a pretty man like Hoseok. You’d do well to respect his boundaries and abstain from physical contact, prevent red rashes from marring his skin.

“I haven’t eaten yet,” Hoseok says, just as softly, rubbing the nape of his neck, the black cloth of his dress shirt taut over his arms—a pretty sight, one that could be hanging in the wine-tinged room for generations to gawk upon. “Truth be told, I was too nervous.” 

A brief smile adorns his slender face and you melt, the poison ivy scratching you raw. Your heart picks up its rhythm, flattery clothing it in a protective layer and you pout, your hand itching to graze his forearm. But a hidden fight rises in you, an army of darkness ready with their bows, their arrows shooting thoughts into your brain about how little you’re worthy of such kindness and favor. 

Though when Hoseok blushes upon seeing your tender expression, it gives you some sort of strength to stand tall against those demons. Despite the fact you don’t understand it, you don’t question it either and you cling to it, sensing its freedom speaking to you in a foreign language. A yearning forms in you, one you haven’t yet had the possibility of meeting. A yearning to learn its syntax and vocabulary. And when you give in to it, the poison ivy in you lessens. 

This is good. 

You reciprocate his smile and you coo. Find it the easiest thing in the world. And because you’re so grateful for what he’s unwittingly done for you, you decide to share your truth with him as well. 

“Let’s go eat, then.” Your eyes crinkle and you’d bet light flickers in them, for your whole body does, you sense it. A warm light enlarges on its axis, taking a hold of the heaviness you felt. “There’s no need to be nervous. It’s what I told myself when I was getting ready. My stomach hurt and believe it or not when I told myself these words, it stopped.” 

Hoseok chuckles, his arm slapping back to his side, but you notice that it trembles. You’re so touched by it that you become angry at yourself, self-hatred clashing with that warmth. You misinterpreted him so unfairly and what’s more, you wallowed in your brokenness and your heartbreak, when Hoseok had been nervous and timid the whole time, which now sheds light on his lack of closeness with you. 

You’re despicable. And the awareness of it transforms into that snake tightening around your throat again. Only this time, you welcome it. Long for it to take your life. It’s the least you deserve. 

But you’re not letting yourself loll in the bed of your horrendous emotions. No, you lift your hand and you caress his arm, the one that quakes. And amidst the sepulchral attention of the sculptures, you’re a witness to that trembling’s halt, to Hoseok’s visible tranquility, and you want to weep. 

You know if you were to gaze at the eternal angels of beauty, you’d see stony tears appear on their ivory cheeks, too. 

“I’m sorry,” Hoseok mumbles and you curl your brows in confusion, not knowing what he’s apologizing for. Hoseok opens his mouth again to speak, but he pauses, sloshing the words in his mouth. You feel so bad that a craving to better yourself overcomes your entire being. “I’m sorry for being such a buzzkill. If you wanna explore this place more, we can. I saw you looking at the room with the paintings.” 

He tilts his head in the direction of the aforementioned room, but you care very little about it as of now. You’d much rather take this elsewhere and get to know him better, so you don’t make the mistake of distorting him again. You’re not very keen on forcing a heathen to pray, either, however you do appreciate his willingness and attentiveness. Carry those things into your jarred heart, fold them inside its chambers, the edge pieces to the puzzle of his personality. 

“Don’t worry,” you murmur, taking it one step further and hooking your arm around his. Hoseok sighs, his shyness slowly breaking apart as he clasps his hand over yours and if you could dissolve any more, now would be the perfect time for it. His hold is strong and steady—and it creates something stable within you, an orchard of fruit trees, pink and green, and bushes of berries, a safe place you want to rest in; lay down your brokenness and woes in. “You’re good. No need to apologize.”

His blush deepens at the reassurance and he smiles, softly, running his thumb over your knuckles. And the gratefulness you feel due to the fact he’s touching you, it is the rain that freshens up the apples and cherries hanging on the twigs of those trees, guiding it into full bloom. You focus on it—focus on the thick, cottony material of his dress shirt as you rub his forearm in response. You want to acknowledge yourself with the unspoken parts of him like these, remember them, allow them to heal you and crack the plaster over your heart. 

And there you hear it. The crumble as Hoseok leans in and presses a chaste peck onto your cheek, lingering there for a second more, inhaling your sandalwood scent. And his smile widens as he looks down on you at such close proximity, erasing your touch-starvation once and for all. It’s your turn to blush now and you feel an inkling to shy away from his gaze, but you stifle it back. Curl your mouth in a smile—your heart thumping louder amidst the orchard now that it has more space to function in. 

“No, I really want to apologize. It’s been too long since I’ve been on a date and you’re so stunning that I’ve forgotten my game, so I can’t help but to be nervous. I don’t know how to act around you,” he says, mutedly, punctuating his sentence with a breathy laugh, glimmering eyes flicking to the lining of your silky neckline just below your collarbones, tracing the miniature cherub hung up on your dainty necklace plated in gold, motionless against your dress. Your own heart grows wings and momentum in its place, fluttering in haste to move closer to him. He bores his gaze back into yours, letting it stay there. “Art isn’t really my thing, but you look like you belong here. Look like all those angels around.” He nods at your necklace. “And like that angel, too. Can I take a picture of you?”

You’re so taken aback that you don’t have time to respond. Pulling out his phone from the pocket of his dress pants, he withdraws from you and gently ushers you in the direction of the closest angel, your trenchcoat slung over his arm again, vibrating with life. He positions you how he likes—right in front of the immense sculpture, your head turned slightly to the side so the wisps of your white ribbon in your hair can be seen. His touch grounds you, tells your bloodstream, your organs that everything is okay, repeats it a little louder to your headspace—all before war could be declared with you. 

Hoseok, the prince of peace. 

The prince that crouches to the dirty floor so the vastness of the angel’s wings can fit in the shot. Yours, too. You think you’ve grown a pair of your own, alongside your heart, now that your shared honesty brought you closer.

You struggle to hold back your sob, to stop the corners of your mouth from rounding, your chin from quivering—all because the lightness that you sense wrapping over your heart is one you haven’t felt in a really long time. You feel taken care of, feel like you can depend on him, and while you can’t explain why you feel that way, you consider that such an immense blessing, regardless. So much that your eyes wet for the camera, but you don’t mind. Let that be captured in the memory—the mending that occurred. And let that be safe with him. 

You smile and the flash goes off, which causes you to burst into giggles, your liquid softness forgotten, and run to him, your palm covering his phone camera so nobody sees his defiance. You look around to make sure no employee is in sight before you face him, cheeks warm, heart warm, wings warm, body warm. Hoseok quirks a brow, confused, gaping up at you from his position, and you take a deep breath to halt another inrush of laughter.

“You can’t take pictures with flash here. They’ll throw us out,” you whisper-shout, your giggles escaping your tightened mouth. His own forms into an ‘O’, fingers clicking on his screen, presumably turning off the automatic flash.

“I didn’t know,” he whisper-shouts back, mouth stretched in a lopsided grin. “I haven’t been here since I was a kid.” You shake your head, shoulders still shaking with the last of your giggles. He probably didn’t have a phone back then, which makes it even funnier. He inspects his settings again to make sure it’s all good before his hand finds your thigh and pushes you back. “Okay, I turned it off. Go back to the angel.” 

It’s your whole body that flutters now, not just your heart, both pairs of wings unfurling, and when you retrace your steps, you still feel the heat of his touch—half on the fabric of your dress, half on your bare skin. And as you smile more naturally for the picture this time, greed kisses your core. A greed for more of his touch; on the same place as well as elsewhere. 

A twinkle of where he could possibly touch you flashes before your eyes and it’s all your focal point consists of when you turn your head to your former position the way he wanted it and he praises you for it: “Good, good.” 

Your muscles clench as you imagine his hand going underneath the fabric, exploring what’s hidden in there for him. The words of praise he would utter at the discovery of your private flesh. Your ears must be red. Such a twist of events you didn’t expect. A meek form of demureness creeps in, enveloping you in a feminine sensuality and you’ve missed feeling this way. Missed feeling pretty and alluring for yourself first, then for a man second. Missed being the center of your attention like this, of someone else’s as well. 

You’ve always loved it. Perhaps due to the fact that you very seldom have it—so when it does come, it changes your life and you attach your being to it. 

You didn’t anticipate going home with Hoseok, especially not on the first date. But because you’re being fed, you don’t really care about being proper. You want to go home with him and so you simply shall. 

Can’t let the opportunity run away from you. 

And so you arch your back a little bit more, look up at the angel and give her your silent thanks, your hair flowing around your form when you flick your gaze back to Hoseok to see him concentrated on the task, his smooth features gravely serious. Your stomach flips. 

“Now from the back,” he instructs without lifting his eyes off of the screen of his phone. “Just like you were.” 

A breath lodges in your throat, the double meaning burning the poison ivy down to ashes and you swallow it, let your stomach acid consume it until there’s nothing left of it, until all that your body carries is nothing but the lightness and the seductiveness that Hoseok gracefully gave you, the comfortable heft of the wings that grew because of him. 

It’s those things that drive forth your following words with the world’s ease, unabashedly. 

“You want it from the back?” 

Hoseok’s mouth parts and the look he exchanges with you should chill your blood, but it doesn’t. If anything, it boils it. The heat that wafts off it pools in your core before ascending to your imaginary wings, leaving them dripping with sweat and the dew of titillation. Hoseok’s eyes narrow, shadowed by the furrow of his brows, encouraging it all the more. 

There is it—the heady energy shift, permeated with the sweetest of berry juices, stemming from lust, from the orchard he planted in you. Strengthening your allure, steeling you from head to toe. You submit to it; kneel into it, notionally. Your elation raises from the dead—and you grin. 

“Behave.”

A pulse in your private parts. The lengthening of your expression of delight. Your wings, your muscles clench and the same winged creatures soar to your heart from your stomach, squeezing the beating flesh. You swivel on your heels, the hem of your dress rippling, exposing more of your tender skin, the ribbon in your hair following suit. 

Hoseok sucks in a breath. Your cheeks ache from the joy’s strain and it is utterly exhilarating to you. 

“Yes, sir.” 

Hoseok coos his approval and you can’t take it anymore. You let him take a few more pictures as you move around, dancing in your own way, running your fingers through your hair, trying to distract yourself from the throbbing between your legs, but to no avail. And when you sigh and face him head-on, Hoseok is already on his feet, walking towards you with a reappearing lopsided grin that forces the butterflies gnawing at your heart to go absolutely rampant. 

You’re done for. You need to take him home. You’re not even curious about how the pictures came out—you can always look at them later. 

Hoseok seems to know about your neediness because when he crosses the distance, he cups your chin. Makes you look up at him. And his smirk deepens while your heart increases in size, wings flitting at the special attention. 

“Such a pretty girl,” he murmurs, caressing your skin with his thumb. Your eyes round and the heat you feel is sweltering underneath your clothes. All the more reason for him to take them off. “The pictures are great. Wanna see?” 

Biting your lip, you shake your head, briefly. “What I want is to make you breakfast,” you say, mirroring his tone, hoping he gets the hint. 

Hoseok waggles your chin, humming. “Oh, yeah?” 

Fuck. If his scolding already didn’t make you submissive, then his response and his actions have. You wet your mouth, teeth instinctively sinking back in, and only nod. Hoseok opens your coat and covers your shoulders in its warmth, pressing the cotton twill fabric against your sternum. 

“Thank you, sir.” 

A fond sound pours out of him and the fact that he likes to be called by that title heightens the pulse between your legs. “Let’s go.” 

He leads you towards the exit with a hand on the small of your back and you’re so happy to be touched at last that with a final look at the angels, you send out your silent love and goodbye to them, thank them one last time for the kindness you received because of them, one that you so ferociously sought after and longed for. 

They seem to bow to you, happy to be of service, and you smile so profoundly that you feel as though nothing could stain your joy and mar it all over again. They wouldn’t allow that to happen—and a tendril of hope burst open within you like sunlight tearing through clouds, one that is suffused with the notion that Hoseok would stand in the way, side by side with those sculptures, too.

And he does when you swivel your head back and catch a glance of someone you know. 

A piercing on the side of his brow, unchanged from the last time you saw him. Round eyes, murky. Ashen complexion that used to bloom with vibrant tints. Full, soft-toned mouth, ever so stuck in that pout, one you used to kiss until it bruised. 

Your bloodstream doesn’t cease its flow. Not until you notice the person beside him. 

A girl with an aura so cataclysmic that it forces you to stop dead in your tracks. An August night storm personified, obnoxiously sweet-smelling of the past summer that you spent with her companion. The hollow, funereal scent of a meadow doused in petrichor—she walks with it, her hands intertwined before her in a clasp. 

You wished for him to be in Hoseok’s place so ardently that he appeared. And now that you contemplate him, the lack of distance between him and the girl, it makes you regret that you ever did. 

Because, unknowingly, it drenched you in gasoline and his presence is a lighter, hers the hand that has flicked it to life and now serenely holds it against your skin, waiting until the flames, little by little, devour you whole. 

And the job is finished when both of their heads whirl, meeting your livid stare. 

And Jungkook, too, stops dead in his tracks. 

“Do you know him?” Hoseok asks and you find it strange that you can hear him when all you can see is red. 

And the red fades into the matching black shirt that Jungkook is wearing, into his bluntly pained mien; into the strands of his date’s short hair and her scrunched up brows as she regards you with a strong aversion that makes you scoff. And the same red weakens when Hoseok turns your attention to him by playing with the ends of your ribbon, grazing them before twirling them around his finger. 

A breath of fresh air, he is. 

You don’t know what to say. Don’t know whether to tell him the truth or come up with something that won’t devastate what you have currently going on with him. But if you lie to him, you’ll stumble into a dead end you’d much rather stay clear of. You’d see it before your eyes once you do take him home and it would ruin the newness he brought up with you, preventing it from taking root in you. 

Devastation awaits you in either case. Both you and Hoseok. 

Cursed, your life is. Doomed, absolutely fucking doomed. 

What would the angels do in your place? 

Seeking their wisdom behind you, it is not in them that you find your answer, but in the passing pair dressed in black, making their way over to the dark-wined room. He’s pretending he didn’t see you at all, walking away from you without saying a word, despite the fact you broke up on good terms. 

You worshiped him in this very building almost on your knees and he dismissed you as if you meant nothing to him, caring for the feelings of his date, instead. 

Peculiarly, the sentiments Hoseok installed in you, both of the passionate and the soft kind, turn that fire blue and it becomes the driving force that guides you to act without a single thought spared. 

“Yeah, I do know him. Do you mind if I quickly say hi to him?”

The corner of Hoseok’s mouth curls and he caresses your hair down your back one last time.  “Go, I’ll get the car ready.” 

Such a confident, strong man, broken out of the confines of his former timidness. Not possessive, nor insecure—letting you do what you want. Respectful of your personal life that doesn’t include him just yet. And for that very reason it will—as soon as you’re done putting out that fire in you. 

It’s not only you that has gone through a change upon this hour and it strikes your awe, enough for you to lean in and peck his cheek, just like he did to you. 

Hoseok makes a sound of endearment, pivots on his feet to leave you to it, but you grab a hold of his hand. Have a need to say something to him. 

His brows rise at the attention and you brush your hand across his knuckles, mimicking his previous actions, having learned them, intimately. 

“Thank you, Hoseok. Really,” you say with a smile that could magnetically pull the sunlight out of its hiding place behind the clouds and bathe this bizarre room in light. You squeeze his hand. 

A swirl of shyness flushes his face in rose pink and he shakes his head. “No need to thank me,” he assures, reciprocating the smile. “And call me Hobi. You can save Hoseok for later.” 

Your jaw falls open and Hoseok chuckles, warmly, deepening the pulse between your legs until a wet spot adorns your panties beneath your dress, one that you look forward to showing him at the aforementioned time. 

He pivots again and you watch his tall, lean figure leave. Back muscles clothed in black, straining against the fabric. He must’ve undergone his military service. 

A beautiful man. You can’t wait to taste him. Taste that manliness. 

Loosening a breath, you turn around to search for your ex-boyfriend. And much to your dismay, he’s appreciating the angel sculpture—the very one and only Hoseok took your pictures with. Fire licks at your every nerve ending, but then you notice that his date is nowhere in sight. 

A perfect opportunity to do what you want to do. 

Pulling out your phone out of your little purse, you look for his name in the history of your calls and tap on it, placing the device against your ear, your hoop earrings clashing against the screen. You watch him palm his pocket as the vibration disturbs his aesthetic pleasure and he casts a long glance at your name filling up his screen. Doesn’t comb his gaze through his surroundings. No, he seems to be transfixed by the twist of events and when he swipes his finger to accept the call, his stare begins to dig a hole into the dirty, marble floor. 

Doesn’t say anything. 

You scoff, fury grazing your fire. “You’re pretending not to know me? That’s low.” His pout rounds and the tip of his shoe traces the edges of the ruination he’s caused. Remains silent. “Who’s your little girlfriend? I thought you’d introduce me. Where is she, anyways?” 

It’s him who scoffs now and he flicks his gaze towards the face of the angel. It’s like he’s staring right at you. “You shouldn’t be doing this, little one.” 

The too familiar pet name brings agony to your heart and you would break had Hoseok not given you his strength, if the dependability of him waiting for you outside wasn’t real. And the allure and the lightness in you, perhaps the very love of the sculptures encompassing you—all of those things only vivify your solidity. You have no reason to break, you’re safe. 

“Well, I think you should be a good Daddy and meet me right there in the red room,” you seethe, glad for the anger to be lingering in you, for the utterance of the title leaving you unscathed. You’re just giving him a taste of his own poison, nothing else. 

Jungkook runs a hand through his hair and sighs, clenching his jaw. “Don’t call me that.” 

You chuckle, enlivened by the provocation. “I can do whatever I want. Besides, you started it.” 

He grits his teeth. “Not when you’re talking to me, you can’t.” 

Your fire rises in overwhelming waves, your curt response ready on your tongue, but Jungkook hangs up, making you shut your mouth, instantly. 

You hate him for that; hate him with the entirety of your being. 

What has happened to your friendship? To the sweet, weeping Jungkook who broke up with you because he didn’t want to cause you any more pain with the state of his mental health, who has been dealing with depression for so long that he’s reached a point of no return, a lightless room with no windows, where all he saw was you, and he didn’t want you to be a victim of such unhealthy attachment. So he bid you goodbye, hugged you until you couldn’t breathe and let you go. 

Three weeks ago. 

You haven’t seen him or heard from him since until now. Until you’ve found someone else and moved on with your life. That’s just your luck. 

And now the person you’re gazing at, it’s not the same one that wept against your chest. Yes, he might have been strict with you during intimate times, teased you with his fatherliness during the day even—but that invariably was imbued with the mellowness of love. 

Try as you may while his words ring in your headspace, you cannot unearth any trace of that same mellowness in it. Only bitterness, coldness and a profound darkness. 

Jungkook pockets his phone and, leaving both of his hands there, sunk deeply, he walks over to the wine-tinged room, his frown obscuring the place in gloom. Murky clouds, personified. A perfect match to the storm of his companion. Bile lodges inside your throat. 

You follow after him, your feet aching terribly in your boots, but it serves as some kind of alleviation to the tautness of your emotions, of your confusion, disgust and offence. Makes you feel better—because once you see Jungkook ogling a certain painting of a woman beaming at him softly, dressed in flowers, blues and greens as the redness akin to your fire burns in her background, the agony tries to slither its way inside your heart, but fails.

You’re a locked orchard. 

Jungkook senses your presence and he swivels, biting the inside of his cheek, pierced brow quirking. There’s a strain to his shoulders and his Adam’s apple bobbles as he takes in your appearance. The creaminess of your short, silky dress, the darker shade of the same color of your trenchcoat slung loosely over your shoulders, exposing your brown, leather, high-heeled boots, your matching purse clutched in both of your hands as you strut towards him. Calm, all of a sudden. It does nothing to you, nothing whatsoever—your heart momentarily attached to Hoseok.

“I thought you’d already left,” he murmurs, tipping up his chin. Begins to sway back and forth on the balls of his feet, the carmine hues of the room swathing him in a deeper shade of darkness. “Isn’t your boyfriend waiting for you?” 

You don’t bother to correct him. It’s none of his business who Hobi is to you, not when he treated you like a stranger.

“We were about to leave, but then I saw your actions,” you say, quite monotonously, your calmness as disturbing as it is triumphant. You yourself even wonder at it. “What the fuck was that?” 

A smirk. “Glad to know I still have some kind of effect on you.” 

You scrunch up your brows, distaste once again pooling in your mouth. “Trust me, I would’ve done this with anyone I know. You’re not special.” 

His smirk widens. “So, you’re not jealous?” He rubs the side of his jaw, staring at you, intently, and disgust comes over you like a splash of a wave, soaking you in cold sweat. 

He did it for that very reason—to make you jealous. Walked right past you, just to get a rise out of you. As much as you loved him half an hour ago, that affection turns into dust within you, sprinkling the fruit trees and the berry brushes with its gray smithereens, poisoning them. 

Ouroboros, all over again. Full circle. Anger covers your disgust. 

A voice echoes within the room. Airy and light, as feminine as it is otherworldly, and you know, without a doubt, who it belongs to. It doesn’t suit her, not in the slightest. 

“There you are,” your ex-boyfriend’s companion trails off, the clapping of her flat shoes halting. “Who are you?” 

You only turn your head to the side, signaling to her that you’ve heard her question, because you fix your stare back at Jungkook as you answer it. “It’s not something you should trouble yourself with. Can you give us a minute?” 

You don’t hear any movement, so she must be stubbornly staying where she is. All right, she can join the conversation for all you care. 

When you turn your head back around, you catch stars oozing from Jungkook’s eyes, a conveyance of adornment painting his face in gentle colors that could never be associated with this room. There it is, the face you know, so resplendent of the one you last saw. And it grazes your anger, whispers to it that it was a mistake, a game of pretense, because you’re reverently acknowledged with his soul—you know who he is. While it may explain his fucked-up behavior, you don’t soften. Not at the hint of familiarity. Not even at the hushed hint of your deduction telling you that the reason why he unmasked himself was because you chose him and didn’t run away when his companion spoiled your short time together. 

You don’t soften because you simply don’t want to. 

You don’t want to give in to any means of getting close to him. 

The chapter is finished. You shouldn’t have called him. You should’ve left with Hobi. 

You don’t wish to keep him waiting long, nor do you wish to keep sprawling in your mistake. You pivot, ready to leave, but Jungkook captures your hand. Desirousness palpitates in his eyes as if he, too, needed to tell you something of urgency. 

You’ll hear him out, but that’s the end of it. 

“Can I see you later?” he asks, pupils growing in size until they absorb his chocolate irises, his grip over your hand tight and heated. A wind blows in your orchard, sweeping away all the darkened smithereens left by the bane, freshening you up. 

You don’t really think that’s a good idea. 

“I won’t have time for you later, I’ll be with Hoseok.” 

To Hobi, you won’t lie, but the same can’t be applied to Jungkook. 

His breath hitches in his throat, disappointment weighing him down, the thought of you being intimate with someone who is not him causing his posture to slouch even more. 

But he surprises you with the words he says next. 

“I’ll wait, then. Let me know when you’re alone.” 

And you surprise yourself even more when you nod, turning on your heel and scurrying off to meet Hobi outside. 

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[chenfleur]

open the gates, let me in

summary. jeno always seems willing to do anything for you, and it takes a lot of inner nagging for him to finally realize why.

pairing. jeno x y/n ft donghyuck, jaemin genre. fluff, college au, best friends to lovers disclaimers. swearing, denial resonates so deeply with me its humiliating word count. 4.0k released. 02.05.23

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For what feels like the nth time this hour, a certain honey-skinned boy shamelessly rolls his eyes at one of his best friends. That title, however, is in serious danger of being revoked if he has to spend one more agonizing second in this store.

"Give me one good reason I shouldn't ditch your ass right now," Donghyuck jeers. His habit of poking his cheek with his tongue shines through as impatience radiates off of his body.

Jeno ignores his complaining, eyes diligently scanning the rows of colourful fragrance bottles.

He's quite overwhelmed. The labels, brands, scents, and undertones—they all mean nothing to him. The only thing he's somewhat familiar with is the brand of the cologne he takes a liking to, but the strong woods and smokes of the men's cologne selection is a distinct opposite of what he’s looking for.

It leaves him to stand cluelessly among the shelves of white flowers and citruses and berries, trying to pick out the combination he thinks you'd like the most.

"Where would you even go? I drove," Jeno deadpans. 

He gently picks up a translucent, pale red bottle. Blood orange and peony.

Popping off the cap, he spritzes a tiny bit on his inner wrist and brings it up close to his nose. The scent is like a punch in the face, leaving him reclining back with a furrowed brow.

Too strong.

"We're going to be late to Jaemin's if you don't hurry the fuck up," Donghyuck says, burning holes through Jeno's skull before letting out a deep sigh.

"Can you just pick one so we can go? We look like fucking idiots here."

Jeno only hums, cracking a small smile.

He couldn't chide him for being wrong—the two of them look very out of place. Their sharp silver jewelry, inked skin, and dazed boyish smiles contrast against the dainty bottles standing atop the soft pink shelves of the women's fragrance section like black on white.

"Firstly," Jeno begins, voice riddled with amusement. "You don't give a fuck about punctuality-"

"Oh look at you, going off with your big words."

Jeno spins around. "Hyuck, you're drinking a matcha frappucino while looking like that."

He points at the green drink the boy was sipping on, the extra whipped cream he asked for contradicting his hard exterior.

Donghyuck scoffs. "Sorry I don't like to drink death in a cup," he drawls, sarcasm dripping off his tongue.

He breaks his glare on the black-haired boy as he sees two girls standing a distance away, his face doing a 180 as he notices them not-so-discreetly staring.

Smirking, Donghyuck confidently throws them a wink. He watches with pride as flattered giggles spill from their lips, before turning back to Jeno, who had picked up another bottle.

"Why are you even doing this?" Donghyuck asks out of genuine curiosity, though it's hidden underneath the guise of annoyance.

"Y/N asked me to."

Here’s some money. Get me something you think I'd like, yeah? you had said. Or something that you'd like. I'll still wear it, I don't care. I trust your judgment.

Donghyuck snorts. "I'm convinced you'd do anything for Y/N," he mutters.

It's an offhand comment, yet it makes the black-haired boy put his tongue between his teeth as a weird, sprawling feeling erupts in his chest.

The thought of why he seemed willing to do anything for you had never occurred to him. Not because the thought had never shown up to the gates of his consciousness—Jeno was uncomfortably familiar with the strange feeling in his stomach when you were around—but because he never let it in.

He doesn't dare to let it in, even going as far as telling it to leave and never return each time it knocks—because if he did, he would spend hours in this perfume section, legs going numb from standing as it invaded and overtook his brain, preventing him from getting anything done.

His eyes land on one last bottle. It's a clear one, with a clean, minimalistic label.

Lazy Sunday Morning. Maison Margiela.

Jeno repeats the action he's done with multiple bottles by now; spritzing the fragrance onto a new, untouched area of his inner arm and bringing it up to smell.

It's soft, it's floral, it's feminine. It infiltrates his senses in the way fresh, cotton bed sheets would. The soft sun after the rain.

It's how you look when he comes over to your apartment unannounced on a random weekend morning: wearing an oversized white shirt and a pair of high-waisted sports shorts.

It's the strawberry lip gloss that always stains your lips. It's your Hello Kitty pillowcase that you wash way more often than Jeno washes his, for which you constantly nag him for being unhygienic.

It's your flushed, red face at parties, your preference for tea over coffee—your smaller, softer hand grabbing his calloused one when he gets nervous.

Jeno thinks it's you, and he hopes you think it's you too.

He slowly turns around to Donghyuck, who's fidgeting with the tattered sleeve of his leather jacket.

"Smell this," he prompts, snapping the brown-haired boy out of his daze.

Donghyuck tugs at Jeno's arm, bringing it up to his face and taking a quick whiff before letting it fall. "Smells nice. I'm sure Y/N will like it. Now let's go," he presses, already taking off towards the exit.

Jeno only shakes his head, gaze falling on the bottle he held in his ring-clad fingers. He thinks it would look nice on your vanity, next to all your other bottles of products.

He doesn't know what they do, but they make you, you.

Donghyuck, whose brown strands are now dyed a refreshing purple, throws his head back howling with laughter as he sees you and Jeno approach the food court table.

He receives several displeased stares from nearby people, but he doesn't seem to care in the slightest, only being able to focus on what Jeno is wearing.

"Oh my fucking god, Jeno," he wails incoherently, pointing at his friend's pants while clutching his stomach. "What- what are those?"

Your choice to wear a pair of light-washed, ripped skinny jeans to come to the mall turned out to be a massive mistake. You're bitter towards the person who first said "beauty is pain" because of how miserably right they are; whose idea was it to make girls' pants so uncomfortable?

The walk across the parking lot to the entrance was enough for your legs to start screaming for relief, resulting in you pleading with Jeno to switch with you.

Jeno drops down into the empty seat next to Jaemin, letting out a deep sigh. He rubs at his temples as Donghyuck's high-pitched, maniacal laughter erratically rings throughout the air.

This is exactly why he was adamant about declining your request; Lee Donghyuck is an entity of pure evil, and Jeno felt the humiliation creeping up on him from behind like a tiger ready to pounce.

But as he always seems to do, he relented.

Now, his sweatpants sit comfortably on your hips, bunching up at your ankles while he wears your jeans, the pant ends stopping halfway up his calves.

"She was chafing," he mutters, referring to you.

Donghyuck laughs loudly and unapologetically, reaching down to poke at Jeno's bare knee through the large rips of the jeans. His actions result in him getting a hard slap on the arm, eliciting a pained "ow!" from him.

You give Jeno a sweet smile, slipping him another whispered apology before feeling a gentle tug at your wrist.

Renjun begins to drag you away from the table, mumbling something along the lines of "new premium watercolour set" and "20% off". Jumping up from his seat, Donghyuck follows suit with a devilish smile etched on his face, immediately asking the shorter boy to buy him a vinyl he had his eye on from earlier.

Jaemin watches as the three of you fade into the crowd of customers, leaving only him and Jeno at the table. As soon as you disappear from his sight, he whips around with anticipation. "So?"

A shaky blink. "So..?"

"So? Have you thought about what I said?"

Jeno doesn't respond as he stills, his lips pursed carefully.

Of course he had thought about what Jaemin said.

He tried his goddamn hardest not to, just like he has with every other possible reasoning behind his feelings that wandered into scary, uncharted territory—but how could he not? It wasn't something that he could just forget, like remembering to wash his socks or buying milk.

A week ago, Na Jaemin had brought upon him a revelation that was far too casually dropped at one of the group's regular get-togethers. It was like a silent bomb, and it had been doing no less than eating at him alive.

He wants to deny it so badly. In fact, that's exactly what he's been doing—denying its possibility of being true, denying its existence at all.

If it was going to slip through the cracks of the iron gates, Jeno was going to make sure it felt as unwelcome as possible.

And that's exactly what he does.

"I have," he begins meekly.

Upon hearing these words, Jaemin's lips stretch into a wide smile. "And?"

"...and I don't think you're right."

The lights in the younger's eyes flicker out just as quickly as they turned on. He doesn't even bother to hide his disappointment, giving his best friend a deadpan stare. "Are you serious?"

"Yes."

He was expecting this reaction from Jaemin, but he couldn't let it get to him. Not when he couldn't let the narrative Jaemin was pressing so adamantly a week ago be true.

A loud sigh rips through the air. "Jeno, why are you so in denial?"

"I'm not in denial. It's not true."

Jaemin leans forward, looking into his best friend's eyes. He could tell there was a deep, buried sense of longing behind those dark irises.

"Lee Jeno," he begins slowly.

"I have known you nearly my entire life. I have been by your side since we were puny, disgusting first graders, and I have never seen you be so caring towards someone."

Jaemin has always doted on you.

He reminds you of a worrying mother; a fairy who is always there to remind you to dress warmly and take your vitamins. When you had a fever, Jeno had knocked on the door of your apartment only to be let in by Jaemin, who had been in your kitchen making his mother's soup recipe for you.

Donghyuck is the playful, sarcastic brother you never had.

He's the one who always encourages you to down another shot, to get you to do crazy things like jumping off the roof into a pool. But he's warm when he needs to be; Jeno had walked in one night through the door of his and Donghyuck's shared apartment to find you dumping your emotions onto the honey-skinned boy's shirt as he whispered words of consolation.

Renjun indulges your passionate side.

You share so much in common with him and you value his opinion like a sacred script. He's your 3AM therapist for your woes, he's your debate opponent for any topic—he's the one who encouraged you to chase after your dreams when you had trouble deciding on whether to choose what your parents wanted for you, or what you wanted for yourself.

Jeno thinks he's just Lee Jeno to you. 

The captain of the basketball team you met back in junior year of high school, who’s an architecture major at the same university you go to. Your best friend, but only if you thought so.

When it's about the others, Jeno seems to see everything—how they care for you, in what ways they’re integrated into your life—he doesn’t seem to notice how much he cares for you. 

He doesn't think about how sometimes, he miraculously finds himself entering your apartment at the crack of dawn to remind you to bring an assignment that's due that day. And when you knock your hand against his, silenting asking for him to hold it, he’ll reluctantly put his cold, mysterious image aside to gently slip his hand into yours.

There was one time when you asked to go stargazing in the dead of the night. Despite the subzero weather outside, not an ounce of regret coursed through his body when he agreed to go with you.

He couldn’t feel his fingers when he was out there, but it didn’t feel like it mattered when he saw you pointing at constellations with a smile of pure euphoria painted on your features.

He doesn’t notice how you notice that he cares.

The way your eyes lit up when he quietly entered your room with medicine and a hot water bottle went unseen by him. You never told him that Renjun was only half of the reason why you chose to pursue art, and that seeing him choose architecture over the path his own parents wanted for him pushed you over the edge.

He seems to remember you curled up to Donghyuck's side, but not how as soon as you saw him walk through the doorway, you gently peeled yourself up from the couch, out of Donghyuck's hold to throw yourself onto him, because you had come to their apartment looking for him. For his hold, for his comfort.

No, he doesn't notice these things because he's selectively blind when it comes to the possibility of there ever being a 'you and him', and it drives Jaemin nuts.

Jaemin laughs, dumbfounded. 

"For fucks sake, Jeno," he exclaims, dragging his hands down his face. "You're literally wearing women's jeans right now."

He removes his hands from his face, staring deeply into his best friend's eyes in a last-ditch effort to get through to the stubborn boy.

"You're in love with her."

"I'm sorry."

At this point, you’ve lost track of how many times those two words had left Jeno's lips.

The party downstairs blares in the background, though it’s muffled by the closed door. Jeno’s murmured apologies are the only sounds that fill the air, other than the squelches of water as you squeezed your shirt in the sink. 

You turn your head around to look at him, a soft smile tugging at your lips. He’s sitting on the edge of the acrylic bathtub, sliding his rings up and down his fingers with a distant look on his face.

"Stop apologizing. It's okay."

Despite graduating two years ago, Johnny Suh still parties like it’s his full-time job, and being in his second-floor bathroom makes the room feel like it’s a physical manifestation of his spirit.

There’s two lights above the bathroom mirror, though one of them had blown its fuse. It casts a dim, aquamarine light that reaches every corner of the small room, highlighting the slightly frayed shower curtains and dark crevices of the floor tiles. There’s a few shaving products and the remains of a half-smoked blunt strewn across the surface of the otherwise clean countertop.

The reason why you and Jeno are in the bathroom instead of downstairs isn’t one the boy’s proud of. 

You didn’t run into Jeno until around halfway through the night. They say you haven’t had the real college experience if you haven’t gone to a Johnny Suh party, and the flocks of people that covered every part of the estate prove how much people value getting their tuition’s worth.

A light sheen of sweat is apparent on your forehead as you try your best to weave your way through the masses. You don’t even know where you’re going, and you could feel it growing stuffier as more people spilled into the halls.

It’s only until you suddenly feel a piercing cold sensation on your chest do you see something other than drunk college students pressed together.

You come face-to-face with Lee Jeno, who’s staring at you with big, round eyes and lips parted in sheer horror.

You glance down at your own body. The center of your chest is several shades darker, a large wet splotch prominently standing out against the beige fabric of your long-sleeved top. 

Your eyes dart between your top and Jeno’s red solo cup that had several droplets of liquid dribbling down its side. Realizing what just happened, you can’t help but laugh.

“Why hello to you too, mister,” you say between giggles.

Jeno’s face is flushing redder by the second, and there’s a big bump on his head from the imaginary hammer that struck him for being so stupid. 

A few seconds go by of just him staring at you before stutters spill from his lips. 

“I- Oh my- oh my god,” he breathes out. “Oh my fucking god, Y/N, I’m so sorry-”

“It’s okay. I needed an excuse to get away from all the noise anyways,” you cut him off, reaching for his free hand. 

“Come with me to the bathroom?”

The words flow out of your mouth like a smooth, running stream; casual, and far more relaxed than the jittery feeling in Jeno's stomach. He doesn’t resist in the slightest, the feeling of your touch sending a surge of electricity up his arm.

Finally looking up from the metal around his fingers, Jeno’s breath hitches.

His eyes trail down your figure with innocent intention. The thin straps of your ivory, silk camisole delicately sit on your collarbone, your black miniskirt hugging your waist. 

He doesn’t realize he’s even staring, not when he’s mesmerized by the slope of your nose, or the outline of your cupid’s bow.

There’s something that the aquamarine glow is doing to you that makes his jaw go slack.

Usually, he’d be alert, keeping his thoughts in check—but the slight intoxication seeped through him, and he can feel himself growing careless.

Jeno's hand twitches. You're within arm's reach, he could reach for your waist and pull you right into him—but he doesn't, because that would ruin the scene.

This scene of you standing in front of the sink, twisting your shirt in your hands with a small crease in your brow. It's so domestic, so perfect—he can't help but wonder what it'd be like to see you like this every day—

—and then, he hears it.

There it is, the violent banging on the gates. It echoes through the halls from outside, persistent and maybe just a bit desperate. Or, was it actually his heart thumping against his chest?

Open up! it yelled. You would do anything for her. You're in love with her, idiot!

Had it been his heart all along?

"There we go," you give your top one final twist, grinning with satisfaction as the water drips down clear.

You turn the sink off and unravel the top from its scrunched-up form, flapping it a few times to prevent creases.

"That should do it. Okay, let's go back downstairs. Hyuck bet ten dollars I couldn't beat him in beer pong and I'm going to make him eat his wor-"

Your rambling is cut off as soon as you turn toward the boy on the edge of the tub. He's staring at you with misty eyes, and you can't stop yourself from taking a step closer.

"Jeno?" you call, leaning down to meet him at eye level.

Eyes twinkling with mirth, you lower yourself into a crouching position, and your hand finds its place on his knee. You let your fingers drum on the fabric of his black jeans, musing your wonder.

"You're drunk, aren't you? How much have you had to drink?"

The action is mindless, and Jeno knows it. The two of you often shared small, habitual touches—but this time, it's wholly different.

"I'm- I'm not drunk," he croaks out.

A light-hearted snicker. "Sure you aren't."

"I'm not."

"Then why is your face so red?"

"I'm just... thinking about something."'

An amused chuckle leaves your mouth before you muse your wonders, "You're drunk, Jen. But, would you care to share?"

Jeno feels himself unclicking the locks. "Okay," he huffs out nervously.

The iron gates swing slightly ajar.

"I'm thinking about how I would do anything for you."

A pause goes by. The sound of the music downstairs seems to have gotten even louder, to the point where Jeno can't hear his own breathing. He wonders if he's even still breathing as his gaze rests on you intensely, waiting for your reaction.

When your fingers stop drumming against his knee, Jeno's world stops.

"O-oh."

Your expression is indecipherable as his words sink in, eyes growing rounder and your lips part.

Your eyes dart around Jeno's face to see if you can locate a trace of playfulness, a hint that he wasn't thinking straight—and while his flushed, rosy cheeks are a telltale that he's a little intoxicated, his eyes are heavy with sincerity.

He's being serious, and it brings you to a loss for words.

"A-and? What did you conclude?" you manage to stutter out, peering up at him.

This is exactly what he was afraid of. Afraid of your disappointed expression, your lips ready to utter the inevitable words he wished he'd never have to hear.

He's not even sure what those words exactly are, because Lee Jeno feels like a fucking mess right now, but he'll know in a few seconds after you say them—

"I... I don't really know why..."

A lightbulb clicks in your head. You seem to realize Jeno's implications before he even does himself.

"Jeno?" you prompt, voice feather-soft.

The boy's eyes are screwed shut by now, unable to look you in the eyes. He's trying to lock the gates closed again, as they were for so long.

"Hmm?" he weakly hums.

"I love you."

Jeno's attempts are futile. The thought is victorious.

It pushes past his regret-driven efforts. It floods his head akin to a raging tsunami.

It's so loud. The music in the background is so loud.

You are so loud. Your eyes, your grip on his knee, your words—

—they're so loud.

She just said she loves me.

"I've loved you for so long. Do you love me too?" you whisper, hand subconsciously reaching for his.

It shocks Jeno how his voice doesn't fail him. "You love me?"

"I do."

"M-more than a friend?"

"Much more. I love you like I'll never have you, even if I always find myself in your arms," you say, letting out a dry chuckle as a small smile graces your face.

"Do you love me too?" you repeat.

The gates snap off their hinges from the sheer force, and the thought chants a victory song—

You're in love with her!

Jeno blinks.

I'm in love with her.

Jeno never seemed to mind, when it came to you. He never seemed to mind wearing your light blue skinny jeans for you, and he never seemed to mind looking out of place with his grungy demeanor inside of a delicate perfume section either. He never seemed to mind waking up at an ungodly hour for you, and he never seemed to mind holding you when the world was against you.

And as you look at him, your face glimmering underneath the dim, bathroom light—it clicks.

Jeno suddenly realizes why he'd be willing to do anything for you. He'd be willing to get you the moon and the stars if you asked, because he loves you.

And, because you deserve it. It's the least he could do for you for loving him.

Reaching out a wavering hand, Jeno gently pulls you up from your crouching position so the both of you could stand. Your gaze never leaves him, your previous question still hanging in the air.

The boy rests his hand delicately on your jaw. His eyes glaze over your face, taking in your beautiful features before landing on your lips with a shaky exhale.

"Do you love me too?" you ask for a third time, your irises shining with hope.

"Fuck," he breathes out. "I- I do. I love you, so much."

You don't even get the chance to beam at his confession before he closes the distance between the two of you, his soft lips against yours.

[neteyamyawne]

Titsyul ♡

Pairing: Jake x fem!metkayina!Twin!pregnant!Reader x Neytiri

Request: [@avatar4life] Hello how are you doing? I hope well, if you don't mind i have an idea.

So jake x reader x neytiri they're about to fight the tulkun killers and quaritch but reader found out they were pregnant but went to fight anyway, fast forward, reader neytiri and tuk are stuck and almost drowned but luckily got saved but reader's body went to a coma to save the baby(s) due to the stress of the fight, while the family is worried but also shocked about the fact that reader is pregnant with twins ( girls) due to the fact she's a twin herself and her brother is a healer ( he took care of her in the coma) ofc they all became overprotective once she wakes up

Fast forward reader is in labor and cursing everywhere, her brother is just laughing in the background while everyone is worried sick, the twin girls are healthy and everyone is happy.Jake's hand hurt but he's shutting up about it

Oh and i forgot to mention the twins skin is omaticaya along with how the rest of their body look like but they have reader face and nose and eyes but also have eyebrows and ten fingers

Mawey 🤍

❈ Warning : pregnancy, graphi birth, water birth, war, injury, going in coma, war, tsaheylu, claustrophobic!reader, lots of fluff + ft. Spider

❈ word count : 6.9k proof read.

"word" - dialogue

❈ Note : I watched the movie again to get more inspiration to write this but instead i ended up crying the whole movie and a hour after that, great times 🙂

❈ Extras : hey love 😊 thank you for requesting, I'm doing amazing and I loved this idea!!! (Te'yul - is the twin brother's made up name) I've been listening to Bajirao Mastani songs while writing this and omg the feels I got 😭

❈ Glossary : kelku - living space, Eywa - Na'vi deity, yawne - beloved, mawey - calm, Tiyawn - love, Mauri - metkayina living space, Sa'nok - Mother, Utumauti - Banana fruit, Sayrip - Handsome, syulang - flower, paskalin - sweet berry, Skxwang - Moron, Txe'lan - Heart, Zola' u niprrte nga prrnen - welcome your child, Tweng - loin cloth

You paced in your kelku, your hand going to your stomach unconsciously as you thought about your mates and children being out there fighting those demons all by themselves, you couldn't just sit here on the shore and wait for them to come back, you knew the risk but you weren't about to let your mates be alone on the battlefield.

your twin watched as you dug a pit in the middle of your mauri as you paced back and forth, his eyes never leaving your worried form walking out of the kelku, as you called your ilu he stopped you "y/n…." He said softly, looking down at your abdomen and back up into your eyes but you shook your head "not now, te" was your only reply, instantly mounting your ilu and making your way towards the raging cold waters of the battle.

You were horrified to see the sight in front of you, the demon ship was crashed on the rock Island, people fighting and killing whoever in sight, your ears going flat against your forehead as you made your way towards the ship cautiously, the sky was dark and gloomy, sun setting down in the distance, the only light was from the fire that shone over the ship was from the explosion.

You climbed on the cold metal as the scene unfolding on the sinking dock made your blood run cold, Kiri in the grasp of that demon, his knife against her throat, Neytiri standing in front of them with her own knife against a human's chest, but a loud cry from tuk grabbed your attention as she ran into your arms "MAMA!!" you picked her up hurriedly.

Jake immediately pulled you behind him, his eyes wide in fear "what are you doing here?!" He whisper-yelled at you in concern, though you tried to answer but the na’vi looking man in demon clothes let Kiri go with a yell as Neytiri almost killed the human child in her grasp, a ruby red cut marred his chest now, Jake instantly pushed you behind him “stay behind” he ordered, tuk wrapped her arms around your neck, clinging onto your side, while burying her face in the crook of your neck and shoulder, Neytiri jogged back to you as she kissed your and tuk's foreheads, checking for any cuts and bruises “thank Eywa, are you okay, ma’yawne?” Her voice was strained from the fight, everything was happening too fast for her to comprehend “I’m okay… for now i guess” you answered back as the unease inside you grew, the only thing she knew is that she needed you and her family safe.

Walking away from the scene, Neytiri's arm around your waist as you carried tuk on your hip, the water filling in, breaths shivering out of everyone's lips, Kiri and the human child, Spider, walking behind you, your eyes going back to Jake as he fought the demon with all his might.

The distraction was enough as your foot slipped going straight into the open door of the sinking ship, the water sucking you in forcefully as tuk screamed in your neck, holding tightly as Neytiri yelled, wide eyed, holding onto your hand but the force was too great and her hold went slack, your body slamming onto the metal bottom with a loud ‘thud’, the water drowning out your cries for help as you struggled to keep tuk close to you, coughing and spitting out the salty water at the sudden impact but strong arms pulled you up, face to face with Neytiri, her hands wiping the water out of your eyes, pulling you and tuk close to her chest "oh eywa, thank you great mother" she whispered kissing you softly before pulling you through the tunnels of the ship, water pouring in heavily as tuk clinged to your hip once again, face buried in your neck "mama….I'm scared" Her voice quivering and shaking as you held her close, walking through the cold water "shhh we'll be okay, stay close to me, okay?" You whispered back with as much of a steady voice you could muster, her little nod was all you needed.

Falling and tumbling through the hallways and rooms, you were now trapped, the tunnel filling in will water, Neytiri held you and tuk close to her, your heart beating fast as you looked around the closed walls, ears flat on your skull, tail swaying as your body starts to tremble, the lights going out one by one making your heartbeat pace faster than rolling winds, your breaths getting cut short and Neytiri noticed your change in behavior, carefully making you look at her by hooking a finger under your chin "ma'y/n, mawey, tiyawn mawey" she whispered caressing your cheek, making you breathe evenly with her "it's okay, yawne, we will get out of this, we will" she whispered, looking in your eyes, her statement firm at the end, tuk looked at your disheveled state "mama, it will be okay" she said kissing your cheek to reassure you.

You tried to calm down but the fear reside, hands shaking, body trembling, head light as feather and bile rising up your throat, you knew something was terribly wrong, neytiri rubbed your back, whispering sweet nothings in your ear to distract you but the water levels were rising, though you were a water na'vi the rising water made you uneasy and nervous, the surface of it was now up to your necks, your breathes coming out in short puffs of air as you held tuk as High above as possible, the three of you huddled together, praying to eywa to get out of here when a sudden bright light filled the space, hundreds of glowing fishes swam towards your direction and soon kiri's head popped up at the end of the tunnel with a big squeal from tuk, happy to see her sister again,even with a smile playing on your lip you knew your state was getting worse and worse and Neytiri saw it as her arm was supporting your waist as she held you close to her.

Getting out of the sinking ship as your group broke the water surface taking deep, enriching breaths of air, reaching payakan slowly, Jake pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly as his own breaths puffed up, but you couldn't care less, eyes drooping close as your body went limp in his arms, the stress from the confinement and war taking a toll on your body, the only sign of you being alive is your steady breathing and heartbeats thundering in your chest.

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Bright morning rays of the sun filled the entirety of your tent, the war was over but the tension in the environment was still the same, your unconscious body was lying comfortably on a mat, your twin and tsahik working together on getting you back in a conscious state, Kiri rubbing the sole of your feet to keep you warm, Neytiri was worried sick holding your hand in her’s as Ronal had a hand placed on your stomach as her eyes wide while pressing lightly around your abdomen to be sure of what she was feeling, te'yul cringed as he had promised you he'll keep it a secret until you decided it was the right time.

Ronal checked again just to be one hundred percent sure, Jake was pacing outside the tent with Neteyam, Lo'ak and spider trying to sneak inside, Kiri sitting near your feet, rubbing some warmth into them when Ronal looked at neytiri with a vexed expression "Did you know?" her voice angered and upset, Neytiri furrowed her non-existent eyebrows, a big question mark visible on her face "what?!" Ronal was fuming at this point "Did. You. Know?" This time Neytiri was taken aback and even Jake entered the tent from the anticipation of what's going on with Ronal’s raised voices at Neytiri and because his legs were aching from the amount of pacing he did outside, the couple were worried for their mate as you laid with your eyes closed "what's going on?" Jake asked carefully as he saw Ronal's enraged face and demeanor.

Te'yul came in between the budding argument, resting a hand on Ronal's shoulder to calm her down as he faced Jake and neytiri to see their confused expressions, he apologized internally to you for breaking your promise without your permission he was worried for all the reactions he’ll get after this, his tone was tuned down as he spoke "y/n is pregnant…..with twins"

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The whole sully family sat around your sleeping form, Jake's arms wrapped around Neytiri's shoulders comforting her as best as he could, tuk was laying beside you, hugging you close as she slept next to you, her little arms thrown over your torso, kiri, Neteyam, Lo'ak and spider huddled together as they watched you and tuk sleeping together, te'yul sitting in a corner as he worked on some pastes and herbs for you, preparing some syrups for your future symptoms of the pregnancy, waiting for you to wake up soon.

The word of your health spread throughout metkayina like wildfire, everyone's new topic of gossip was your pregnancy, of course this is the first time a child with both metkayina and omaticaya features would be born, that too not one but two babies at once, a miracle by eywa herself, though it was quite predictable given you were a twin and Jake was a twin as well, it was bound to happen.

After a week and a half of no sign of movement your eyes fluttered open, the soft rays of the sunset hitting your irises making them dilate and contract quickly, tuk saw you waking up first, as she refused to leave your side, and squealed running around telling everyone “MAMA WOKE UP! MAMA WOKE UP!” Te'yul immediately coming up to your side as Neytiri and Jake did, ignoring the fact that Jake almost ran over a kid to get to you, you didn't blame him for it, he was worried after all, Ronal was called as they all looked down at you, Ronal and Te'yul working on you as they tried to bring you back to your full consciousness, ronal with her ear pressed to your chest then to your stomach, Te’yul applying a soothing paste to the base of your throat, Jake on the other hand was a nervous wreck, he sent out a message to norm and team to come by, it's not like he didn't trust the metkayina healers or your own brother at that matter but for his own peace of mind.

A few hours later when everyone calmed down and with Te'yul forcing you to drink a bitter syrup with a "it's good for the babies'' which you had no idea what it did, now you were finally relaxing with your family, again the word of you waking up was all around the village but the Sully's didn't care, all they cared about is that you're awake, well and very much alive, Jake almost cried tears of relief when norm said everything was okay with you and your babies, for the family there wasn't anything more happier than you and the babies okay and healthy.

Now that the environment was much calmer not one of them was ready to leave your side, Jake and Neytiri were on your side, tuk cuddled into your chest, kiri in between you and Neytiri, Lo’ak in between Jake and you while Neteyam had his head snuggled on your stomach, being careful so he won’t “hurt” his new baby brothers or sisters, all of you were a tangled pile of limbs and love, Jake would lovingly give you a few kisses while Lo’ak who was in between grimaced and gagged at the sight, Neytiri chuckled and shook her head, snuggling close to everyone she gave tuk a small kiss on her temple as she slept on your chest, this was the best time for the family to be all together, at peace and happy as they all drift asleep as their love for one another floated in the air strong and radiant.

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~ 2 months pregnant ~

You were given complete bed rest for the time being and Neytiri was adamant on not letting you step out of the hammock let alone the mauri, constantly checking over you every two hours, bringing you fruits, soups, and whatnot.

Jake wasn't anything less than Neytiri was, he'd walk into your shared mauri with a worried expression. Run a hand over your slightly swollen belly, give you a kiss on your forehead and if you were awake he’d bombard you with questions for several minutes on end “are you feeling okay, babygirl?” “Do you feel nauseous?” “Does your stomach hurt? Does your back hurt? I can give you a massage if you want”

he’d pestered continuously back and forth in his visits throughout the day, he was worried as twin pregnancies are rare in na’vi, plus the babies being half omaticayan and half metkayian, it added more tension to his growing worry day by day as the pregnancy progressed.

“ma’Jake, I’m fine! I’m pregnant, not dying!” you spoke with a hint of annoyance tracing your voice after his 1000th query of your health and it's not even complete 2 months yet “baby, i know that, but you’re pregnant with MY twins and I’m worried, so its better you answer those questions to me, tiyawn” he whispered in your ear and planted a soft kiss on your temple, you knew there was no escaping his sweet slick words.

Neytiri and the kids were nothing less than Jake, tuk was glued to your side, being the youngest she was mesmerized by your belly and happy that she won’t be the youngest anymore, while neteyan, being used to seeing his mom pregnant with his siblings before, he was just the gentleman to you as his father, always making sure if your comfortable or not, bringing in fresh fruits and meat for you, placing his head on your belly to hear the babies’ heartbeats, while Lo’ak did his best to keep up with the fact that he’s getting not just one but TWO new siblings at the same time, poor boy would cling to you and ask if you’d love him and the others less because you’re getting your own babies now, you’d hold him tight in your arms and reassure him that you’d love him just as much as before and the others, that the babies won’t change it as he opens up to you “mama, i still want to spend our swims together after this” he’d whisper hugging you “of course we will, you and i will have lots of fun once i have your siblings, i’ll even take you to my favorite place” a smirk dancing on your lips as you reassured him and pressed a kiss on his head.

Spider was nervous and intrigued by everything about you, not having met you before he was a little scared if you’d accept him, though Neytiri was reluctant to let him be anywhere near you, she quickly backed down when you reassured her that it was okay, your warm and welcoming smile was enough to let him feel at ease, he grew more attached to you day by day, looking up to you like a mother he never had, you didn’t expect yourself to as protective of him, not knowing whether it was your pregnancy or because he was so small compared to others, you were protective of him immediately.

“Spider, why don’t you sit with me? I’ll put your hair up for you” you’d say with a loving voice he couldn’t ignore, but there was a hint of worry too, he didn’t know the way of the water and you didn’t him to be hurt plus it was nice to have some company, He’d comply every time you asked him though, he wasn’t about to refuse some head pets from you, it’s not even been a few months living with you and he was already calling you ‘mom’ which surely melted your heart every time he called you that “coming, sa’nok” he’d say before coming right up to you with a hug or cuddles, it was his favorite thing to do now, he still kept in mind about your belly before doing so.

Jake was happy to see you and him bonding together, he was nervous on how neytiri would react but it surprised him how quickly she backed down when you asked her to, still he was happy about the fact that spider was finally getting the love and attention he deserved.

~ 6 months pregnant ~

The babies were growing and thriving, while also leaving you at the mercy of their cravings, the night shone bright, the chirping of the creatures outside weren’t doing anything to put you back to sleep, Jake and Neytiri were on your sides sleeping peacefully while you laid awake, mouth watering with the thought of tasting utumauti at such ungodly hour, you looked at jake who was snoring softly, one arm wrapped around your swollen middle while you were using his other arm as a pillow, his bioluminescent freckles glowing bright in the darkness as he slept.

“ma’Jake, wake up…. Please” you whispered to him as you couldn’t help yourself now, you needed to taste it, midnight or not, instead of him Neytiri woke up as she looked at your attempts to wake him “do you need anything, paskalin?” her voice was soft yet rough from the sleep which startled you a bit, now you were a bit embarrassed to say that you were hungry even after eating a big dinner “ohh tiri… it’s just… um i wanted some utumauti” she chuckled getting up from the hammock “that’s it? You could have asked me sooner, ma’txelan” she said pressing a kiss on your temple before heading outside to get some for you.

In a few minutes she was back with quite a few Utumauti in her arms, keeping silent as she cut them up in cubes while you sat beside her near the fireplace, everything was quiet, all the kids and the village sleeping, the only sounds that could be heard were Jake’s snoring, creatures chirping, waves crashing outside while you munched on the fruit pieces.

“Is that good or do you need more?” her voice was sweet and filled with love as she watched you eat, her hand caressing your back gently, you shook your head “No, this is enough, thank you” your giggle bringing a smile on her face as you had already eaten at least five utumauti by now, she didn’t mind though, she’d bring the whole damn tree if you asked her.

When jake turned in the hammock and felt both you and neytiri out of place, he woke up to the sight of you and Neytiri sitting close together while you satisfied your midnight cravings, she had her arms wrapped around your midsection, he felt a warm feeling build up inside his chest at the scene in front of him, though he wasn’t a part of it, he was still content and happy to just witness it, going back to sleep while the memory played in his mind and a smile lingered on his lips.

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The twins could now move and kick very well, which also made all the sully’s take turn and sit in front of you with their hands on your growing belly, Jake was the most persistent one as he still didn’t get to feel the baby while everyone else felt one or both the babies move or kick, even Rotxo had his turn fulfilled and Jake didn’t, which frustrated the hell out of him.

“Ma’Jake, you can’t force the babies to move if they don’t want to” you spoke as you and Neytiri were holding back your laughs so you wouldn’t frustrate him even more “but they moved for everyone else!” he said in almost a whiny voice as he removed his hands from your stomach.

Your stomach, that now held your twins with a beautiful curve to it didn’t show any movement, he let out an exasperated sigh with a frown looking at your belly, Neytiri decided to tease him more “maybe the babies love their sa’nok and sa’nu more” she said with a smirk as she placed her hand on the top of your belly and to everyone's surprise one of the babies moved under her touch as if agreeing with her, Neytiri in result bursted out laughing not able to hold in any longer, Jake on the other hand frowned even more as you tried to comfort him while trying not to laugh yourself as he crossed his arms across his chest “they’re not even born and they already don’t like me” which only caused Neytiri to laugh more and Jake to roll his eyes at her, you were now stuck with a sulking Jake and overjoyed Neytiri “they will move for you jake, give them some time, sayrip” you said with a smile as he sulked.

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You were having a particularly hard day walking around, back strained, legs and ankles swollen, Jake was the one overlooking you as Neytiri was out for once after being cooped up with you for the period of the entire pregnancy, she went out fishing to try new things, the kids were out as Tsireya invited them the night over at their mauri and Jake couldn’t be more happier to have you all for himself all day and then with Neytiri at night, once again you were restricted to the hammock but this time you were grateful for it, the nap was treating you well after all those sleepless and restless nights, Jake, on the other hand, was preparing a meal for when you wake up, as the day went on you woke up with a slight pain in your abdomen, dismissing it as you got up.

Eating with Jake in a peaceful silence when the pain was getting harder to ignore, your hand instinctively moving towards his hand as a dull yet sharp pain went through your abdomen, which definitely caught Jake's attention “darling, you okay?” his eyes going wide in alarm as he grabbed onto want just happened, forgetting all about the food as he connected the dots, the sudden tiredness, unusual cramps, constant back pains, it was clear you were going into labor, he knew the signs after three times with Neytiri, getting to your side as his rough calloused hand caressed the side of your head “shhh it’s gonna be okay, don’t panic, stay calm and breath okay? I’ll call Ronal and your brother, stay here!” he whispered soothingly as you caught onto the moment and nodded this was it…..you are going to give birth.

After waiting for jake to come back, you were on all fours as you felt the first of the contractions coming which were in no way pleasant, they immediately got to work, easing you in a more comfortable position as the pain and adrenaline starts to kick in, Jake getting behind you as he rubbed your back, kissing your forehead “there you go, hold onto me and relax, deep breathes remember?” he whispered directly in your ear as he tangled his hand in your hair but only one thing ran through your mind “Call Neytiri!! I can’t do this without her!! I want tiri” your cries were heard as someone was sent to get her.

She came running and stumbled back to your shared mauri, bursting through the flaps dropping her bow and arrows in an instance as she got to you “I’m here, I’m here syulang” she said encouragingly as she kissed your forehead, her breaths were quick and short but she didn't care, you were her first priority and the babies, that’s all she cared about.

You were kneeling on the woven flooring of the mauri, your breaths coming in short puffs of air, cheeks red and wet from the efforts as Jake supported you from behind and neytiri was kneeling in front of you, gently caressing your contracting abdomen, kissing your temple lovingly as they both tried to comfort you through the pain, tears flowing down your cheeks as your head was buried in neytiri’s shoulder.

“tiri, it hurts so much, i can’t do this ahh please ughh'' your whimpers were painful for her to hear, she ran a hand through your hair, kissing the top of it “it’ll be over soon, paskalin, you can do this just hold on a little longer” her whispers of reassurance did wonders to calm you down but the contractions that racked your womb pulled another scream of pain from your throat.

you rocked your body back and forth to soothe the pain holding onto neytiri for dear life “ohhh GREAT MOTHER! Why does this have to hurt so much!!!” your cries ringing through the mauri and te’yul let out a chuckle.

“i told you so, it's your fault that you decided to get pregnant and-” a loud groan from you shuts him up “shut the fuck up for moment, you skxwang! I didn’t ask for your opinion right now! I swear to eywa I’ll-” your rant was stopped by Jake as he made you look at him with his finger under your chin, though everyone was surprised at your outburst.

“easy, easy there, sweetheart, take a deep breath with me, i know it hurts but you have to calm down for the babies'' he whispered looking down in your ocean blue eye that now welled up with tears, holding your hand in his as he ran the pad of his thumb over your knuckles then glared daggers at te’yul for his remark while you're twin just shrugged.

you groaned not having the patience to go through all this, Ronal hits te’yul upside his head with a quick reprimand about not to rile a laboring woman, you groan loudly, throwing your head back on jake’s shoulder as you squeezed his hand in a vice like grip while bearing through the contraction “I hate you jake! You did this to me! I hate you so much” you cried, eyes screwed shut in pain, your grip on his hand so tight it sprained his wrist but he didn’t dare to utter a single word against it as he saw the amount of pain you were in was way greater than his sprained wrist, he smiled “I’m sorry, sweetheart, now please concentrate” he whispered, not taking your comments to heart, Neytiri chuckled kissing your forehead and looked at Jake with a smile, she yelled the same things to him while giving birth to Neteyam, Lo’ak and tuk so he was now used to it by now, he didn't mind being the punching bag, verbally and physically.

“Its okay, ma’tiyawn, you can blame him, it's his fault anyways” she said with a smile, adding fuel to the already blazing fire while Jake rolled his eyes at her trying to distract you from the pain as much as possible, but you weren’t in the mood to smile or laugh as the contractions were numbing your thought process.

Ronal had a worried look on her face “let her speak what she want, it's better she if lets it out” as she came up to the three of you with a bowl of dark green liquid in it, kneeling down beside you she brought the bowl to your lips “drink this, child, you’ll feel better, let your body do its thing, do not hold back” you drank the, for once, sweet liquid in two gulps, you tried to relax but it was easier said than done.

Neytiri and Jake did their best to calm you down through your screams of agony, the liquid will take a few minutes to show effect but when it does the moan of relief you let out is louder than any scream you let out before, which earned another fit of chuckles from te’yul while Ronal glared at him this time, even Jake couldn’t hold back his smile at that, you placed your head on Neytiri’s shoulder again as she rubs your back lovingly while Jake holds his hand on your hip, the other sprained one was still being used as a stress ball by you, even while you were in such immense pain te’yul couldn’t help but smile, you were his sister, yes, but he’ll also make puns about this moment when all of this is over.

Ronal walked over to Neytiri as she placed a hand on your shoulder “i think we should go to the hot water springs, the warm water would help her a lot” she said sympathetically looking at your worn out and exhausted state and both Jake and Neytiri nodded in agreement.

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Your twin and Ronal were both working on getting the place ready to help you through the birth but that was still a long way ahead, Jake carried you in his arms bridal style to the springs, your eyes closed, mind clouded with pain as soft mewls left your lips while your nails dug into his shoulder and arms, reaching the pond he slowly lowered your body into the warm water, the liquid immediately helping with the soreness and subside the pain to some extent.

Jake got behind you, once again giving you support to lean on, your body was already drenched in cold sweat before, the beads of water and sweat ran down your skin, Neytiri got into the water as well, standing in front of you as she caressed your cheek, giving you a sweet kiss on your lips as your face scrunched up in agony from the new contractions “shhh you’re nearly there, yawne, just a little more and you’ll meet your babies, breathe ma’txe’lan breathe, in and out” she whispered stroking your swollen stomach and rubbing your back, Jake kissed the nape of your neck “you’re doing so good, sweetie, we’ve already gone through the first half of it, this is the last stretch, i know you can do it” their words of encouragement gave you motivation to push through it, head rolling back on his shoulder, by now you didn’t have it in you to scream anyways, Exhaustion was taking its toll on your body, the soft groans and tears that were rolling down your already wet cheeks were the only signs of your ongoing suffering.

Ronal checked your dilation as Neytiri wiped the sweat and tears from your face and neck, helping you drink some water to keep you hydrated while going through such painful period which she was familiar with but even the simplest act of drinking a sip of water was difficult with the oncoming waves of contractions in your womb, new batch of tears stream down your cheeks as Neytiri wiped them away gently.

Her’s and Jake’s faces were twisted in a frown as they hated to even see you get a scratch let alone to see you writhe in pain like this was making them worried sick by the passing second, Neytiri’s hands massaged your hips to loosen any tense muscles to help the parturition even more, another intense pain ripped through your abdomen as you grit your teeth against it, eyes shut tightly in pain, lips pressed in a thin line and Jake couldn’t see you in pain anymore “okay, this is enough…” he whispered as he brought his queue forward and connected it yours, Ronal tried to say otherwise but the decision was made, Neytiri following suit connecting with the two of you, the full force of the pain now washing over them, Neytiri was accustomed to it by now but still shuddered at the sudden rush of feelings and even when Jake had assisted Neytiri with all her births like this but the feeling of the pain was always unexpected for him.

Now with the queues connected they held you, gently caressing and massaging your body to ease you in any possible way, you felt their calming thoughts filling your mind as your braids connected together "you can do it, tiyawn, just push through it, Love, everything will be over soon, it will be all worth it" Jake's whispers of affection and comfort falling over deaf ears when the first of the twins started to make an appearance resulting in your roars of pain and clutching Jake's already sprained wrist as the first baby started to crown.

Ronal held your legs apart, Neytiri caressed your face and neck, while Jake ran his hand down on your waist as your sobs were clearly heard through the pain "We understand, syulang, we understand, now please push as hard as you can, zola' u niprrte nga prrnen" Neytiri said calmly, guiding you through the pain to push and encourage to bring these children to life.

Hot tears rolled down your cheeks as you gave a push "ngghhhh get them out!!" Your screams of desperation were heartfelt for everyone who heard them, Neytiri's face was full of concern as you screamed "shhh just push the best you can, you want to see them right? You can't give up now that you're so close….i know it hurts, yawne, i know but you can't lose everything when you're so close, push one more time, for us, for the babies" she whispered softly as you stare at her with a tear soaked face, snort running down your nose as sweat dripped down your scalp, the water washed over to your chest giving you an effect of weightlessness, with a new kind of determination take over your body, you began to push.

The saying childbirth is the worst pain anyone can experience was really starting to become very clear to you now, you grit your teeth taking a deep breath and pushed but soon turned into a scream and then a sob, the burning sensation was too overwhelming, even taking a breath felt like a laboring act, Ronal held your hand gently in hers “shh calm down, calm down… breath, y/n, breath”

She guided your hand between your thighs, letting your fingers brush against the baby’s head, you stared at her as your expression went from pained to one of awe and longing, the fact that you were so close to meeting your babies, ignited a deep urge to keep going no matter how bad the pain was, after taking a moment to catch up, you beared down with the next contraction, eyes shut tightly, toes curled up as you screamed head bowed down, jake held your hand while you squeezed it, his other arm holding you in place, Neytiri rubbed your back soothingly.

Ronal cupped the crowning head of the baby with her hand when finally the head slipped out followed by your groan, now the time ticked, you had to push to get the shoulders out soon with the next contraction, she urged you to push again, tugging on the baby gently with the next push as your whole body trembled from the effort as the baby’s shoulders passed through the canal with the final push, Ronal and te’yul immediately took the newborn to clean up, your breaths becoming shallow while Neytiri smiled caressing your cheek “there, that’s it, you’re okay” she whispered leaning her forehead against yours.

Jake stroked your waist kissing your forehead gently “good girl, very good, one down one to go” he said softly, currently looking absolutely proud of you as he placed several kisses on your head, tears forming in his eyes “I’m so proud of you, you did so good, just a little more, sweetheart” his words were spoken from shere love and appreciation.

Neytiri was looking at you with just as much pride as jake, patting your cheek when finally a piercing cry rang through the air, grabbing all your attention, the cry was mighty enough to make your heart sore but the pain wasn’t done yet, Ronal coming back in front of you as she held you by your shoulders “a little more and it's done, push when you feel like” but exhaustion made you feel like your head was underwater, even being in the hot spring wasn’t helping that much, head rolling back on Jake’s chest, only getting out of the daze when the burning sensation came back in the nether regions, blinking back your tears as you pushed, this was relatively easier than the first and the second twin came out faster than you expected, which was more than a big relief.

In the most fastest few minutes of your life, Ronal and Neytiri held your daughters in their arms as Jake held you tired body in his, admiring the sight in front of him “You did it, sweetheart, You did it, you’re absolutely wonderful” he whispered as your ears twitched from his warm breath, your tail swishing underwater, a tired smile on your face as you stared at your newborn daughters, your own daughters and you couldn’t be more proud “go ahead, name them sweetie” he said proudly as he caressed your arm and neytiri nodded along “you should name them, paskalin”

After thinking for a few minutes, you came up with a pair of names you thought were the best “Pe’rul and Peyal” your voice strained and rough but the emotions behind it melted everyone's heart as they all agreed that those were good names “those are beautiful name, tiyawn” neytiri said as she brought peyal closer to you and jake and ronal nodded as well, ronal swam forward as well both the babies went quiet as they were laid on your chest, going silent as they felt their mother’s touch, it was a beautiful sight for all of them while te’yul cheered and howled in happiness in the background as he was officially an uncle now as Ronal now carefully bandaged Jake’s sprained wrist while you gave him a apologetic smile in return he just chuckled and pecked your forehead.

»»——��—-　♡　————-««

A few weeks have passed since the day of arrival of the twins, the happiness of the clan was quadrupled as the babies were the most miraculous things they have witnessed, azure skin like Jake and Neytiri but soft ocean blue eyes and teal stripes like yours, the combination made the pair look blessed by Eywa herself, lanky and long tails like the omaticaya but slightly broader with a tuft of hair at the tail ends, seemingly they were the most beautiful babies to be seen on the land of metkayina.

If Jake and Neytiri weren’t overprotective before now it was like being smothered in their love, which was more overwhelming than anything, and boy oh boy did Neytiri took care of you after the birth, knowing damn well how down and depressed a new mother can feel after the birth, she did everything in her power to keep you happy, making necklaces, shawls, blankets, tops for you everyday, kissing your postpartum belly, all the stretch marks, massaging your back, making your favorite foods, pampering you in any way possible, she made sure to make you feel like a queen.

While Neytiri takes care of you, Jake and the kids are on the duty to take care of the twins, and eywa bless him, he’s taking that job very seriously, now father of seven, including spider, he was almost delirious at the amount of children he has, to think at one point in his life he gave up hope to ever have the joy of a family of his own and to now with two mates and seven children, oh how things have changed, for good this once.

Overjoyed was an understatement for Neteyam and the gang, two little baby sisters? You bet the protection levels are through the clouds, may the great mother help the person who even looks or breathes at the twins in a wrong way, Kiri held Peyal with the most widest grin possible, while Neteyam held Pe’rul as if she was the most precious thing on pandora and as of now she was, Lo’ak and tuk were in their thoughts as how he won’t be the only middle child and tuk was happy as she won’t be the youngest anymore, for spider, the more siblings the better.

Uncle te’yul made the first song chords for the babies as gift which you then attached it to the band of their tewng, adding a pearl as the memory of their birth to your song chord as well, right next to the bead Jake gave you which symbolized your mating with the couple, plus adding two similar pearls on the twins song chords as a symbol to the start of their journey in this new and amazing world.

The whole family huddled together. You in the middle, Jake and Neytiri on your sides as the twins laid on top of you, Lo’ak and spider beside Jake while Neteyam and Kiri were beside Neytiri, tuk was sandwiched between you and Jake but she didn’t mind, as everyone’s attention was on the newest members of the family while they slept on your chest, Neytiri caressed your cheek and jake went a step ahead, pecking your lips sweetly “we are so proud of you, txe’lan” Neytiri nodding in agreement as all of the others groaned and fake gagged at the public display of affection, tuk and Kiri just giggled, Neteyam laughing his ass off with a loud “Gross” from Lo’ak and spider while you, Jake and tiri burst out laughing, love floated in the air, it was a beautiful beginning, which you'll cherish forever.

A/n : I had so much fun writing this! The amount of time i spent researching everything omggg, i hope y'all would enjoy!

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[firstdivisiongirl]

Day 8: Shanks (ft. Uta (platonic)) - You Need To Sleep or Santa Won’t Come

When Uta came up to you 2 years ago and asked you to be her mom, you couldn’t say no.  That’s when you started traveling with the Red haired pirates.  You loved being her mom.  She was the sweetest little girl!  Christmas was Uta’s favorite time of year.  She loved all the glitter, singing Christmas carols for the crew, and especially the presents!

“Mama!!!!  Papa!!!!,” she whined, “I want to stay up and see Santa!”

“Sorry Uta,” Shanks replied, ruffling her multicolored hair, “you have to go to sleep or Santa won’t come.”

“Why not?”

You sighed and crouched down in front of her, “Santa has a lot of toys to deliver and if kids like you stay up, he won’t have time to deliver them all.  And you don’t want another kid to not get their presents, do you?”

She pouted and crossed her arms, “no. But why would he skip the Red Force if I stay up?”

You really didn’t have an answer for that.  Thankfully, It was Uncle Benn to the rescue, “because that’s your punishment for being naughty and not going to bed. No presents for naughty kids.”

Uta nodded and went straight to bed.  “Thanks Benn,” you said, relieved.  You walked over to fill your cup up with more eggnog (to be honest, it was more rum than eggnog).  “Why is this so stressful?  I feel like we crushed her little hopes and dreams,” you sighed before taking a sip of “eggnog”.  

Shanks comes over and kisses your temple, “it’s fine.  She gets it.  Now come on.  I have a plan.”

The next morning Uta woke up and went straight to the tree to see what Santa left.  Santa left all sorts of presents from dolls to dresses to musical equipment for her concerts.  Uta went over to see if Santa ate his cookies she left for him.  Of course the milk and cookies were gone, but in their place was a picture.  It was Santa.  It was signed by Santa and said, “I’m your number one fan.  Sorry I can’t chat.  I can’t let your future fans not get presents!”  She was so happy that she showed everyone on the crew.  You hugged Shanks, “good idea Captain.  I think this will go down in the books.”

He kissed you, “I know.  But can I borrow some money?  I owe Lucky, 100,000,000 berries for this.”

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[yellowbunnydreams]

Bunny Ears (Part 17) ~William Afton X F! Reader~

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CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce, Afton being a sarcastic hot ass, Henry being such a dad, grumpy x sunshine . Faz-Fuck TM. Cringe scenes ft. Henry.

The ringing phone turned your peaceful sleep into a groan and soft 'thwump' as you rolled out of bed, swearing as you picked yourself up out of bed and padded through to your phone. Rubbing at your eyes as you took a moment to yawn before glancing at the clock on the wall that you'd finally gotten round to mounting. It wasn't too early you supposed, but you wanted to sleep in on one of your days off at least.

"Hello?"

You heard your name being chuckled through the phone, the gravelly voice sending shivers down your spine as you woke up a little more. Rubbing at your face as you tried to listen to the familiar voice.

"Good morning, bunny. It sounds like I woke you up." His own voice was deep in a way you hadn't heard before, making you smile as your finger twisted the phone cord idly whilst you talked, making an approving hum.

"You sound pretty tired yourself this morning, Will." Making him chuckle and you could faintly hear the rustle of cloth in the background as it took him a moment to answer.

"Well I did just wake up myself. I haven't even left my bed yet." Your cheeks flooding with heat at the image that flashed in your mind of William. Laid in bed and sprawled out, holding the phone to his ear and talking to you in his half-asleep voice. The thought made you wish you had a mobile so that you could say the same thing back to him. "I'm shirtless too, if that helps your little daydream." Practically hearing the smirk in his voice.

"I-I wasn't- I... You..." It was too early to have your boyfriend fluster you in such a way, hearing him chuckling as you stumbled over your words and hearing the rustle of cloth that you now assumed was his comforter being moved as he shifted in the bed. Wondering what colour it was. You could totally see him rocking black satin sheets somehow.

"Sorry bunny, I couldn't resist. You sound so adorable all sleepy and flustered like this. I'm now far more tempted to make these calls a regular thing." The thought made your knees weak and suddenly you were all to eager for the mornings if he followed through with it. Giggling as you bit your lip and tightened your grip on your phone cord.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, Afton." Hearing his chuckle before he made a little noise that you tried to imagine was him stretching, letting out a satisfied sigh afterwards as if to confirm your theory. Wondering if he understood that he kept finding new ways to surprise you and make you even more smitten with him, if you had the same effect on him despite not being as experienced in the whole 'dating' thing.

"Oh I'd say worse if I wanted to do that, honey." A slight scratching sound making you think he'd run his hand over his beard, perhaps wiping the sleep from his face just like you were doing. "Anyway, I wanted to call and ask if you wanted to go out together today? Henry texted me last night that him and Sarah are going to a new mall that opened and apparently she's eager to spend some more 'girl time' together."

It was sweet to you that Henry's wife clearly thought to highly of you, your cheeks flushed and looking at the clock, nodding to yourself despite the fact that he couldn't see you. Freeing your hand from the cord and touching your hair, wondering if you should shower that morning before you went out and deciding that it was probably for the best.

"Sure, I'd love that William. Are you up for socialising today?" Teasing him as you heard a slight grunt and shifting cloth again, a low hum before he answered you in that deep gravel that made your knees weak and body ache.

"Got at least one thing to sort before I'm acceptable to be out in public, but I'll always make exceptions to 'no socialising' if I get to spend more time with you sweetheart." You giggled at his affectionate use of nicknames for you, wondering if he would only ever use your name if you were in trouble or in a professional setting. Chewing on your lip as he yawned down the phone, building the image of him in your mind during the call. "Oh, and I want to ask something."

"Sure Will, what is it?"

"Can you not wear my hoodie today? Not that I don't love seeing you in it, I just...have a present to give you and now seems like a good time. But it requires you to be jacketless." He explained, voice somewhat sheepish as you smiled into the phone. Raising an eyebrow as you tried to figure out what it was that he was going to give you.

"You don't have to get me anything Will." Speaking softly and hearing him chuckle as he spoke again, speaking lowly as he stretched again on the other side.

"No, I know. But what else am I supposed to do with this money I've saved aside from treat you, my beautiful girlfriend?" Making you blush as you shrugged your shoulders and thought for a moment before speaking again.

"Pay off your mortgage? Pay off your car? Spoil Vanessa rotten?" Hearing that chuckle become more awake as you talked, making you smile wider as you heard what sounded like him turning over in bed.

"Baby-girl, bunny, I own my own house and my own car. I already spoil her rotten, so what if I want to spoil the other girl in my life too?"

"Owning your own home and car is probably the sexiest thing I've ever heard." You joke, pulling your phone away from your ear as William laughed loudly into the landline, making you beam with pride that you'd made him laugh like that.

~~

Sarah and Henry had picked you up a few hours later, dressed in a black skirt and a baggy t-shirt from a metal band you'd forgotten you even purchased a few years ago. Deciding to apply a little lip-gloss and mascara, as well as some eyeliner like how Sarah had showed you, although yours wasn't perhaps as skilled as hers had been. The pack of used make-up wipes and the slightly red skin around your eyes from the what felt like hundreds of attempts attested to your practise however.

"You look like the kind of girl we would have tried to set Will up with in college." Sarah laughed when she saw you, making you blush as you'd climbed into the car.

"Is that a good thing?"

"Absolutely. He's going to faint when he sees you." Henry confirmed, grinning at you before heading out. The drive had been a little long, but when you finally arrived, you found yourself scanning the lot to try and spot William's car.

Walking just behind the couple as you all headed inside, scanning the bright banners that advertised the grand-opening and the sales going on inside because of it. Smiling as you saw Sarah practically vibrating with excitement at the prospect of a bargain, Henry staring at his pager for a moment before waving his hand to get you to follow him. Sarah linking arms with you and letting him lead as Henry looked at the mall map and tried to figure out where to go, presumably from a text from William.

"He's in the food court, wanted to get coffee and some food before we spend hours in here." Henry laughed, making Sarah roll her eyes and scoff at the thought, looking around at how busy it was since it was the opening week of the mall.

"We're going to miss out on the best sales!"

"Babe, I love you, my darling wife, but they are aware that a lot of people would be coming so probably over-stocked a lot of the shops." He explained, looking at her with a gentle smile, receiving one back from his wife before he moved off.

It was pretty quick to spot William in the food court, sat at a table, one leg brought up to rest on his knee, leaning back into the chair did little to hide his tall stature and he was broader than most of the chairs were seemingly designed for. A purple bag sat on the floor besides him as he drummed his fingers idly against the metal table, expression a slight frown as he waited.

You couldn't help but blink and admire him in a lighter colour pair of jeans and another tight t-shirt, black with some design that had faded but you could recognise as some punk bank you'd vaguely heard of. He looked good. His glasses perched on the end of his nose as he reached up to adjust them, seemingly lost in his own little world and failing to notice your approach.

Grinning widely, you broke away from the group and ran up to him. Throwing your arms around his neck and bringing him into a hug as he grunted from the slight impact, his arms wrapping around you and one hand landing on your thigh just because of the fact he was sitting whilst you ran at him. Hearing laughter behind you, you assumed his expression was mildly confused. Taking a second to register who was holding onto him before he turned his head and let his stubble scratch across your cheek and planting a kiss along your neck. Pulling you tighter to him and his large hand pressing into your back and his other one moved from your thigh.

"Well hello to you too, bunny." He laughed into your neck, making you shudder as the hot air brushed your skin. Planting a soft kiss to the top of his head before pulling back to grin at him.

"I couldn't help it, I wanted to hug you." Playfully pouting at him, watching the lopsided smile grow before he planted a firm kiss on your lip, humming into it and licking his lips when he pulled away, the slightly sheen on your gloss visible on his lips and making you giggle.

"Well I'm never going to say no to that now, am I? And I approve of that cherry flavour, I quite like cherry." William grinned as he went in for another kiss, waving off Henry as he wolf whistled whilst taking a seat at the table.

"Get a room love-birds!" He teased, earning a smack on the arm from his wife as you parted from William's lips again, both smiling as he ran his hand up and down your back soothingly. Finally seeing what you were wearing and pausing, blinking and eyes widening as he saw you in the skirt, boots and metal t-shirt. Seemingly processing what was before him as Sarah laughed.

"Told you he'd break a bit." William seemed to snap out of the comment, shooting a sideways scowl before smiling at you again, taking a barely perceptible shuddering breath. Resuming the path of his hand on your back and making you feel relaxed under his touch.

Reaching down, he brought up the bag with a smile, waggling it in front of you and kicking out a chair for you to sit on. Making you raise an eyebrow curiously before you opened it. Glancing at the matching bracelets that both of you constantly wore with a smile before untying the little ribbon at the top of the bag. Brow furrowed in concentration as you undid it and looked inside. Gently taking out the material inside and thumbs brushing over it. Something faintly spicy hitting your senses before you let the material unfold, revealing a large hoodie that would surely look baggy on Afton even. Black with a zip down the front, eyes widening as you realised there was a little embroidered part in black thread over the breast. A little leaping bunny, looking closer at it as you saw a speck of purple. Grinning wider as you realised it was wearing a tiny purple bow-tie.

"Thank you Will, I love it!" Throwing your arms around him and his arms came up automatically to wrap around you this time, holding you close and planting a kiss on your cheek as he laughed slightly at the second over the top hug you'd put him through for the day.

"You're more than welcome, bunny. I know it's subtle, but I thought you'd get a kick out of it." He whispered to you, planting another kiss and taking a deep breath, squeezing you slightly before he let you go. Allowing you to slip the massive sleeves on and shrug it onto your shoulders, the size absolutely drowning you as you felt the soft material against your skin. Realising that the spicy smell was his cologne that he always wore, you came to the conclusion that either he'd drowned it in the stuff, or that he'd secretly been wearing it for a few days to get the scent there. Either one made you incredibly happy and made your chest tighten and flutter.

"Good job you got a zippered one Wills, she might look she might have nothing else on otherwise!" Henry laughed, earning an eyeroll from Sarah as she all but dragged him up to go and get coffee and some food since that was what you'd gone there for. Leaving William to take your hand and stroke his thumb over the knuckles before planting a kiss there, your cheeks flushing as he raked his gaze across your body before meeting your curious eyes.

"Oh, trust me. She's already been occupying my thoughts with such delicious ideas today." Whispering it as Henry was clearly intended not to hear it. Making you shudder and feel your thighs press together slightly as he held your gaze hungrily, placing a conversely chaste kiss against your knuckles again.

~~

Henry and William had gone off to look at some of the stores that took their interest, and you and Sarah had split off. Chatting together idly and Sarah making you laugh and blush as you talked about various things together, her teasing you about breaking your boyfriend with your outfit. You hadn't been in many stores. more following Sarah until your eyes drifted to a dark store-front, brow furrowing as you tried to figure out why the windows were darkened with minimal branding on it, but the door was propped open to welcome people inside.

Sarah noticed your gaze with a wicked grin, practically sprinting and dragging you behind her to go inside despite your protests that you weren't sure it was even open. Blinking as you adjusted to the low light inside and felt your cheeks heating up as you realised that it was a discreet lingerie store. Eyes flickering over racks of lace and satin, cheeks burning as you tried to avoid looking anywhere in particular but feeling yourself curiously looking at certain pieces.

"Don't tell me you've never been in a lingerie store before?" Sarah teased as she noticed your burning cheeks, your eyes widening as she seemed to say it all too loudly over the quiet music playing in the store.

Shaking your head slowly and making the older woman squeal in delight that she got to introduce you to another new thing, taking your arm and walking you through the racks. Grinning widely as she thumbed through the racks and occasionally glancing at you. "So, do you have any big dates planned with William?" Her voice sing-song as she pried and clearly fished for a reason for you to remain in the store for a bit longer.

"I-I mean, I'm going to his house on Friday?" You stammered out, making Sarah pause and raise an eyebrow at you. Checking you were serious before her jaw dropped and her eyes widened, suddenly squealing happily and seizing you by the arms, jumping up and down slightly, catching you off guard.

"Girl! Dear! He didn't even invite his ex-wife around his house until they were engaged. Even then it took her suggesting it for a month before he reluctantly agreed. Did he ask you?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"Oh my god, he's probably cooking for you too then! I bet it's going to be such a cute date!!" The blonde squealed in excitement and made you feel a little self-conscious as other patrons of the store threw questioning glances your way before returning to their own browsing. Planting a kiss on your cheek before she looked about conspicuously, taking you to some back corner away from the most prying eyes and speaking quietly to you. "Have you thought about..you know?"

"About what Sarah, there have been a lot of thoughts recently." Crossing your arms over your chest, fiddling with the sleeves to help calm your nerves, William's cologne helping to relax you despite your nervousness.

"Have you thought about...Well, no delicate way to put this...Whether you want to have sex with him?"

You were sure your cheeks couldn't get any hotter, but somehow you were proven wrong as they increased in temperature again. Shoulders tensing as your mind froze and then began to race. Feeling embarrassed that Sarah had asked you so blunty, but then you supposed that this was the same woman who had told you your boyfriend was a player in college in a restaurant bathroom whilst reapplying her lipgloss.

"I um...Maybe? A-A few times maybe...I mean...That's normal, right?"

"Of course it's natural sweetie. But, I was thinking you probably want to feel sexy and cute for that time, so why don't we shop for something for you and you can wear it when the time feels right? Men love this shit, and it can make you feel like a million dollars too." She suggested, returning to her normal, calming voice once she saw how nervous you were. Nodding your head slowly and playing with the sleeves more on your hoodie, letting Sarah gently take your arm and guide you around to look at various styles.

She talked lowly and slowly for you, whispering to you about the pros and cons of each style and material and after a few minutes of her patiently walking you through everything, you felt glad you had a friend who seemed to know about all these sorts of things. Relaxing a little more as she talked you through the various bits and pieces that you were clueless about.

Eventually, something caught your eye and your fingers reached out to brush the delicate chiffon fabric. Picking up the hanger and fingers moving over the lace cups, the slight strap that went down the front. It looked almost like a see-through slip, and Sarah hummed over your shoulder as you looked over the item.

"That's a baby-doll set. They're super comfy and breezy, plus they offer a little more cover than some types, whilst still being revealing." She explained lowly, making you nod in understanding as you bit your lip. Chewing it slightly as you admired the sheer black fabric, the details on the cups forming flowers and leaves. A small vine-like design moving from between the cups and forming a sort of halter-neck strap alongside the two shoulder straps. You guessed it had something to do with lines and how people tended to let their eyes move over a person.

"I-I think I like this one." Blushing as Sarah nodded and squeezed your arm lightly, leading you towards the cashiers with a few selections of her own, after she made sure you had the right size for yourself. Letting you pay for it and beaming with pride as you took the bag, the discreet branding of it meaning you didn't quite feel a burning guilt that everybody would know where you'd been.

"Let's go find something pretty to put over the top of it now. We've got some time before the boys come back after all." Sarah giggled, taking your arm and leading you again. "And I think you chose well. William, from what Henry has said, is a man of...tastes."

You raised an eyebrow at her, but she refused to elaborate, only grinning at you wickedly and focusing on her hunt for an appropriate shop for her purposes, woman on a mission as she tried to guide you through the art of feeling sexy for yourself.

Suddenly, you couldn't wait for Friday. Even more than you had been before.

[kenslilove]

᯽៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ Pet, Pup, Mutt.

preview. arlong park is loud and rowdy this evening. Things get turned up a notch when Arlong decides to show of his pet to the whole crew.

ft. Arlong x fem!reader

wc. 3k

W. NSFW MINORS DNI, monster fucking technically, exhibitionism n vouyerism, bdsm elements (arlong has you shackled, collared and gagged), teasing, humiliation, dry humping, fingering, mentions of squirting, mentions of dp, foreshadow of fucking.

an. Blame the live action one piece of this. I have not stopped thinking about Arlong. He’s so— his voice is so— 🫠 I have no excuses. Y’all are in for a ride with this one fr. I’m still dizzy over it. Reblogs, comments, and feedback would be greatly appreciated 🫶

“Full house.”

There’s a chorus of cheers, as well as a few grumbles and grunts from fishmen who regret their choices when betting on anyone other than Arlong himself. Berries are flicked onto the table one by one, and Arlong has a shit eating grin on his face as Kuroobi gathers the coins for him after a quick and subtle click of his tongue.

He would have done it himself, if anything, Arlong loved the cold feeling of berries against his smooth flesh, but his hands were occupied with your flesh instead.

One large palm smoothed over your back. Talons circling the back of your neck, following the path of your spine, all the way down to the curve of your rear where his webbed hands decided to rest a few moments, savoring the squish of the plump skin before repeating the motions again in reverse. It always made you tense a little, chest pressing into his own and making the shackles around your wrists clank and click a little as your fingers subtly squeezed the fabric of his shirt.

But you didn’t make a peep.

Couldn’t even if you wanted to. Arlong always kept his pretty pet muzzled at times like this. The silicon bone was a bit shiny with your spit, your teeth held snug against it making the corners of your lips a bit rosy. Instead, your head lulled a little closer towards the crook of his neck, the smooth and subtly slippery skin always making your skin feel just a tad damp.

“That’s what, three rounds? Let’s call it quits before I bleed you all dry.” Arlong croaks his words along with a chuckle, one that you feel rumble all the way down his chest and right up against your own.

It leaves goosebumps on your naked flesh, making something of a blush rise on your already flushed cheeks. Flushed from being in his lap, flushed from being chained, collared and muzzled, flushed from being naked in front of the crew of fishmen.

And yet, no one dared to look in your direction. Their gills would be ripped through cleanly by Arlongs saw before they even had a chance of getting so much of a peek of your body that Arlong kept on blatant display.

He liked showing off his belongings, but Arlong never shared.

“One more!”

“The nights young!”

“A couple more drinks too!”

Arlong couldn’t help but shake his head at his own crew’s rowdiness. It was collection night after all, and all the fishmen’s pockets were full and ready to be played with. When his palm reached your ass this time, he decided to squeeze hard. Hard enough that sharpened nails left crescents in their wake, your back arched in the slightest, and your breath stuttered on the way out of your nose.

“Alright alright. Kuroobi’s dealing. I need a drink.” And one was placed before him just like that. Finally, Arlong spared you a glance. All intentions to reprimand you in some way for letting that silly muffled sound escape you.

“Tch, runnin from me? Get back here, little girl.”

But he found you looking right back up at him. Eyes a bit glassy, lower lip wobbling just the gentlest bit over white silicon.

Arlong’s smile turned devilish, big enough that sharpened teeth back to his molars were revealed to you. It made you shiver over his lap, the muscles in your thighs twitching ever so slightly.

“Hm?” His voice was low, the subtle growl in his tone vibrating all the way down his chest. “What is it, pet? Why do you look at me with such eyes? Are you sad?”

There’s already mock sympathy in his voice, his free hand finally joining in on holding you. Large palms cup your ass cheeks, adjusting you with ease, having you straddle his lap instead of a single thigh. The chains clank as you’re moved, but you still gripped onto his shirt. You shake your head, eyes getting a bit more glassy as you try to focus.

But it’s hard when his hands are massaging your ass, pulling you closer into his lap before allowing your body to slouch.

Forwards, back, forwards, back.

Arlong knew exactly what you needed. He could tell from the moment he felt the heat of your bare pussy against his crotch. You were almost dripping already, surely leaving a dampened spot on his pants. He could tell from the moment he looked in your eyes and saw your desire, your *need* basically swimming there.

But, Arlong liked playing with his sweet, little human pet. So he raised a brow, playing curious as he continued to grind you in his lap.

“Answer my question, mutt. What’s the matter with you?”

Your lips twitched around the gag. You knew better than to make another peep, but the friction that started to form between your legs had your eyes fluttering, lashes feeling heavy as you continued to look at him. Curling your fingertips into his shirt you decided to move your hips in the rhythm he set, finally feeling your clit catch against his crotch.

It makes your breath hitch slightly.

And it makes Arlong laugh out loud.

His hands bring your movements to a halt, and all you can do is huff from out your nose, the little bit of pleasure leaving your body almost as quickly as it came. Normally his fishmen would be the first to laugh along with him, but this time they’re eerily quiet. It makes your cheeks flush a little, embarrassment burning over your skin, pin pricking with tingles as you remember exactly where you are.

“Hm. So you’re desperate. Is that it, pup? Can’t wait until a game of poker is over to fulfill your needs? Humans are such spoiled little creatures.”

“Men.” Arlong barks, and all the men around the table finally look back to him. Your back straightens, heart picking up in pace from behind your rib cage.

“The mutts all worked up.” Arlong smacks your ass, hard and swift, the sting making you jolt, biting down hard on the gag to keep your squeal locked in your throat. It’s only when Arlong clicks his tongue that all the fishmen finally acknowledge your presence.

In that same moment, Arlong moves you with ease. Before you can even really process it he switches your body, your back now pressed against his chest. Your arms are pulled over your head, the chain keeping the cuff together looped around the back of Arlong’s neck.

Keeping your arms up, keeping your chest exposed. Your eyes widen a bit in shock, a muffled squeal slipping past silicon. On instinct, you attempt to close your thighs, only to have Arlong’s palms pull them apart, goosebumps rising along your flesh as the cold air hits the dampened skin of your cunt.

“Who wants a little show, hm? Did you know that humans whine and whimper like animals when they’re experiencing pleasure?” There’s a chorus of murmurs along the fishmen, along with a few snarls and laughs that makes you start to tremble. You turn your face, cheek pressing into the familiar expanse of Arlong’s chest and you try to shake your head, give him a sign, anything—

“Be a good girl.” His voice comes in low and hot, breathed up in a growl against your earlobe. It makes your whole body freeze up, goosebumps forming along the expanse of your skin. “And sit pretty. You’ll do that for me won’t you, pet?”

This was cruel of him. Crueler than usual. He subjected you to a lot, but never like this. So exposed and under the eyes of all the fishmen on his crew. And despite that, his voice satiated something in your head. Your lashes lowered, dusted along flushed cheeks, and catching a glimpse of his piercing gaze that only ever softened for you, you nodded.

His praise came in the form of a large hand cupping your chin. His forefinger and thumb momentarily stroked your jaw, a silent but clear sign of his happiness with your obedience. Almost as soon as it came the gentleness was replaced when he jerked your head back forward, his underlying gruffness always shining through in the way that he laughed, in the way that he held your face forward towards the eyes of many hungry fishmen.

You trembled.

Arlong grinned. Grinned so large that his sharp teeth glistened under the neon lights of Arlong Park.

“You see, pups like her are easy.” He speaks to his men, right over your head as if you weren’t even in there. But his hands knew exactly where to touch and where to go. One large hand hooked under your thigh, and even though he knew he wouldn’t have an issue with your legs clamping shut, he couldn’t help but haul your leg up, exposing you even further. His other hand, to your absolute delight and absolute horror, finally touched your pussy.

But he spread it apart with two thick fingers. Your only relief was that his webbing covered the most desperate part of you, your clenching little hole. Fluttering hopeless just from his simple touch. There was a chorus of cheers, hollers, whistles even from men who glued their hungry stares to your blossomed flower, now pink and shiny and throbbing a bit. You couldn’t help the embarrassed whimpers anymore, they seemed to slip freely now, muffled under the gag. Your hands balled up into fists on either side of Arlong’s shoulders and your chest stuttered with your quickened breathing.

Humiliation wracked over your body, at being looked at like a piece of meat, which is exactly what you were to these men. But something else coiled up in your tummy, something that tickled at your clit the moment Arlong pressed the smooth pad of his thumb against the longing bud. Something else that made you a little limp, made your nerves a little less tense as you allowed yourself to ease back into a familiar chest, a familiar lap.

Arlong was cruel. But he was your owner after all.

“They’re so reactive, these little humans…” Arlong's voice was almost in a sigh, something dreamy, like when someone speaks of their favorite toy. His thumb starts to circle your clit finally and you huff, lashes fluttering and back arching just the slightest. “Any little thing and they let out noises like that. Or sometimes…”

Gentle caresses turned into a smack as his fingers came together and down onto your pussy. The first slap was to get a reaction out of you. A jolt, a jostle of chains, a squeak that despite the gag, comes out loud and clear. The dribbling of drool down your chin. The second slap was to get another chorus of growls from the fish men, this time it was sharper, pressure directed on your clit so your puffy pussy would flutter and squeeze around the air like it was begging to be stuffed.

“They sound like squealing pigs.” He said through a dark snicker, two fingers sliding into your hole before the fluttering could stop. You could feel his groan through your back, how it vibrated through your body. He pumped his fingers at a steady pace, the squelch of your cunt raising brows, causing tongues to swipe over sharp teeth.

“And despite how small they look…” He spoke with intent, as if he were teaching, as if he knew more. And he had his men hooked, eyes trained on the sight of your sweet pussy which they always wanted to stare at, but never got the permission or pleasure to do so.

Not until this moment.

“They can take so much.�� A talon traced along your sweet spot and you quivered, hips twitching as a form of permission to roll into his palm. Another trace was your non verbal cue from him and you rolled your hips forward, grinding down into the palm of his hand to find your own pleasure.

“Look at that! She’s fuckin his hand!”

“A desperate mutt!”

“Humans are so pathetic!”

“Hmmm.” Arlong mused, the words of his fishmen making his grin grow larger. That, and the fact that with each insult that got thrown your way, your pussy would hug his fingers in a tight embrace. “My pup can take *both* of my cocks— it’s a tight fit, but I’ve trained her well.”

“Whore!” The sharp cheer cut through the antics like a knife. Arlong’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he looked the fishman in the eye. It got eerily silent, just the sounds of your arousal smearing over Arlong’s fingers as he stretched your cunt open. Although you knew by now that you couldn’t hide, you slunk back into Arlong’s embrace, something like a whimper of distaste being muffled into your gag. Arlong took notice and pet along your sweet spot, almost as he was soothing away whatever bad feelings the word seemed to leave you with.

“My whore.” Arlong corrected, the growl in his tone nothing short of feral. You didn’t know this specific fishmen by name, but you had a feeling you never would. In fact, you had a feeling you’d never see him again after this moment.

The tense moment faded away as Arlong picked up the pace of his fingers, even slipped in a third. Your slick started up bubble around his digits, hole stretching and accommodating for a tight fit that made your head spin in the best of ways. Your head fell back against his shoulder, mewls of delight slipping through silicon as you rolled your hips to match his quickening tempo. “And when they come, they make quite a mess…” That really had the crew excited once more, eyes lit up and cheers sounding Arlong on. It stroked his ego in the best of ways, making him growl in delight, teeth grazing at your pulse point before he murmured right up against the skin of your earlobe.

“Make it pretty, pet.” His fingers speed up even faster, the slick sound mixed with his low, gruff tone making your tummy tighten. Give ‘em a good show like the good girl you are.”

Although it’s muffled, Arlong knows without a shadow of a doubt that a “yes sir” is being spoken by you. Your obedience made his cocks twitch in delight, it had always been a trait of yours that he found so very pleasing, so very maddening at the same time. With your eyes squeezed shut, and Arlong’s booming laugh you come undone.

Your back arches, tears fall from your clumped lashes. Your thighs tremble with the impact of your orgasm and your pussy clenches so tightly around Arlong he’s convinced your walls take on their exact shape. And you squirt, of course. Droplets of arousal that coat his palm, your small amount of trimmed pubic hair, and your quivering inner thighs. There’s smears of it along Arlong’s cargo shorts and you fall slumped in his lap after a few moments, once the storm of your high dies down and you're left a bit boneless, shaky and breathing deeply through your nose to even your heartbeat.

The fishmen are cheering. Like this is the greatest show they’ve ever witness. Some even clap, some howl like animals. Others shamelessly adjust themselves, darlingly, and Kuroobi keeps a mental note of each one for his boss.

He knows better than to fantasize about his boss’s favorite toy.

It’s Arlong’s fingers slipping between the tight leather band of your gag that brings you back to reality, reminding you of the fact that you just had one of the best orgasms in your life in front of the entire crew. The silicon bone pops out from between your lips with one good tug and drool follows it as it falls to rest between your collar bones. Strings of spit glisten on your chin and your lips pulse at finally being free, but all you focus on is sucking in shaky, large inhales into your chest.

“Good little girl.” Over the laughter and excitement of his men, his words are saved for your ears only. He tips your head back, has your lips close to his own, but he doesn’t kiss you. Not in front of his men.

That’s something he saves just for you, in the privacy of your bedroom.

It makes your heart, along with your pussy flutter. Before you can get out a word, Arlong slips his fingers from you with a slick pop. With ease he moves your small body once more. This time your back is met with piles of cold berries, corners of playing cards dug against your spine and ass. The shackles clink against the wood of the table and before you can really process it Arlong has your thighs hooked over his shoulders, his crotch pushed up against your still trembling cunt and grinding into it harshly.

“Might as well show you all how well she takes a load.” He says it so casually, and his men roar in agreement, hungry growls of excitement echoing. And all you can do is blink up at Arlong lazily, the familiar feeling of one of his cock heads nuzzling up between your soaked lips.

He looks right back down at you, and despite the hunger there, the feral drive they shine to claim you in front of the crew, you know that he’s watching you in another way too. He’s watching you as an owner would their precious, precious pet. He smoothes a hand over your tummy, smearing your arousal left over there, as well as tracing along the bulge that his cocks are soon going to make.

“And you’re going to be good, aren’t you, little girl?”

Everyone already knew the answer, even you. Especially Arlong. Which is why he fucked two loads into you in front of the crew instead of one. He had to show them just how good you really were, right up to being fucked absolutely brainless.

PROPERTY OF KENSLILOVE. DO NOT REPOST, COPY OR BRING ONTO ANY OTHER PLATFORM‼️

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🌙 Ramadan Mubarak - Books ft. Muslims

🦇 Good morning, my beautiful bookish bats. To celebrate this Islamic holy month, here are a FEW books featuring Muslim characters. I hope you consider adding a few to your TBR.

❓What was the last book you read that taught you something new OR what's at the top of your TBR?

🌙 A Woman is No Man - Etaf Rum 🌙 Amal Unbound - Aisha Saeed 🌙 Love From A to Z - S.K. Ali 🌙 Hana Khan Carries On - Uzma Jalaluddin 🌙 Yes No Maybe So - Becky Albertalli and Aisha Saeed 🌙 Evil Eye - Etaf Rum 🌙 I Am Malala - Malala Yousafzai 🌙 Exit West - Mohsin Hamid 🌙 Written in the Stars - Aisha Saeed 🌙 The Night Diary - Veera Hiranandani 🌙 Much Ado About Nada - Uzma Jalaluddin 🌙 The Eid Gift - S.K. Ali 🌙 More Than Just a Pretty Face - Syed M. Masood 🌙 Yusuf Azeem Is Not a Hero - Saadia Faruqi 🌙 If You Could Be Mine by Sara Farizan 🌙 Snow - Orhan Pamuk 🌙 Sofia Khan Is Not Obliged - Ayisha Malik 🌙 The Proudest Blue by Ibtihaj Muhammad 🌙 And I Darken - Kiersten White 🌙 The Last White Man - Mohsin Hamid

🌙 Hijab Butch Blues - Lamya H 🌙 The Bad Muslim Discount - Syed M. Masood 🌙 Ms. Marvel - G. Willow Wilson 🌙 Love from Mecca to Medina - S.K. Ali 🌙 The City of Brass - S.A. Chakraborty 🌙 The Love Match by Priyanka Taslim 🌙 A Map of Home by Randa Jarrar 🌙 A Very Large Expanse of Sea by Tahereh Mafi 🌙 An Emotion of Great Delight by Tahereh Mafi 🌙 The Love and Lies of Rukhsana Ali by Sabina Khan 🌙 The Moor’s Account - Laila Lalami 🌙 Only This Beautiful Moment by Abdi Nazemian 🌙 Salt Houses by Hala Alyan 🌙 When a Brown Girl Flees by Aamna Quershi 🌙 Jasmine Falling by Shereen Malherbe 🌙 Between Two Moons by Aisha Abdel Gawad 🌙 Sea Prayer by Khaled Hosseini 🌙 A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini 🌙 The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini 🌙 Unmarriageable by Soniah Kamal

🌙 Home Fire by Kamila Shamsie 🌙 All My Rage by Sabaa Tahir 🌙 The Bohemians by Jasmin Darznik 🌙 Ayesha at Last by Uzma Jalaluddin 🌙 A Case of Exploding Mangoes by Mohammed Hanif 🌙 Chronicle of a Last Summer by Yasmine El Rashidi 🌙 A Girl Like That by Tanaz Bhathena 🌙 Other Words for Home by Jasmine Warga 🌙 The Mismatch by Sara Jafari 🌙 Does My Head Look Big In This? by Randa Abdel-Fattah 🌙 You Truly Assumed by Laila Sabreen 🌙 Saints and Misfits by S.K. Ali 🌙 Once Upon an Eid - S.K. Ali and Aisha Saeed 🌙 Tell Me Again How a Crush Should Feel by Sara Farizan 🌙 Alif the Unseen by G. Willow Wilson 🌙 The Henna Wars by Adiba Jaigirdar 🌙 A Show for Two by Tashie Bhuiyan 🌙 Nayra and the Djinn by Michael Berry 🌙 All-American Muslim Girl by Lucinda Dyer 🌙 It All Comes Back to You by Farah Naz Rishi

🌙 The Marvelous Mirza Girls by Sheba Karim 🌙 Salaam, with Love by Sara Sharaf Beg 🌙 Queen of the Tiles by Hanna Alkaf 🌙 How It All Blew Up by Arvin Ahmadi 🌙 Zara Hossain Is Here by Sabina Khan 🌙 Punching the Air by Ibi Zoboi & Yusef Salaam 🌙 She Wore Red Trainers by Na'ima B. Robert 🌙 Hollow Fires by Lucinda Dyer 🌙 Internment by Samira Ahmed 🌙 Against the Loveless World by Susan Abulhawa 🌙 Love in a Headscarf - Shelina Zahra Janmohamed 🌙 Courting Samira by Amal Awad 🌙 The Other Half of Happiness by Ayisha Malik 🌙 Huda F Are You? by Huda Fahmy 🌙 Love, Hate & Other Filters by Samira Ahmed 🌙 Mad, Bad & Dangerous to Know by Samira Ahmed 🌙 Muslim Girls Rise - Saira Mir and Aaliya Jaleel 🌙 Amira & Hamza - Samira Ahmed 🌙 The Weight of Our Sky by Hanna Alkaf 🌙 Nura and the Immortal Palace by M.T. Khan

🌙 As Long as the Lemon Trees Grow by Zoulfa Katouh 🌙 Counting Down with You by Tashie Bhuiyan 🌙 Zachary Ying and the Dragon Emperor by Xiran Jay Zhao 🌙 The Yard - Aliyyah Eniath 🌙 When We Were Sisters by Fatimah Asghar 🌙 The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi by Shannon Chakraborty 🌙 Maya's Laws of Love by Alina Khawaja 🌙 The Chai Factor by Farah Heron 🌙 The Beauty of Your Face - Sahar Mustafah 🌙 Hope Ablaze by Sarah Mughal Rana

[getlancered]

welcome to my 1 million turnabout bigtop headcanons

russell berry:

actual personality description because in the game he just kind of dies. stoic, generally serious man. bit of a blank slate to talk to. secretly TERRIFIED of confrontation, will do just about anything he can to avoid every problem in his life. this is not to be confused with avoiding responsibility, because he is the bossiest motherfucker around besides maybe trilo. runs the circus with an iron fist. no problems to fix if you never let them happen in the first place!

AUTISM

british weirdo

actually pretty connected in the entertainment industry

when he’s not wearing a suit he usually wears sweaters

takes first impressions so so seriously

DEAD wife that hes still not over

her death is unrelated to the circus because i think he wouldve shut that down in one singular second if it was

the circus was a passion project of her and moe’s, but russell was the only one competent enough with money and people that he ended up basically running it. neither of them wanted to do the technicalities

he wont consider his sexuality because he only loves his dead wife

moe:

nickname comes from highschool and the shit he used to get into, fabricated an identity to some stranger after vandalizing their house and it just stuck

took “class clown” a little too seriously

used to be an actual stand up comedian but being a party clown is just wayyyy easier

manchild. very silly and not serious all the time. completely aware of it by the way and encourages whimsy in the world

most insufferable case of hyperactive ADHD in the world

cannot sit normally anywhere ever

has many little odd hobbies

owns a bunch of really stupid graphic/text tshirts that do not apply to him in the slightest

likes to carry around those little plastic toys with the metal ball and a maze that u tilt around to solve. also those little water games where u push the button to try and get the rings on the hook. do u guys know what im talking about

can and will juggle any 3 items he can get his hands on

clings to russell all the time. follows him around. absolutely hates being alone so russell is his solution

gay as fuck for russell berry. this is not a secret. at all.

helped russell out with regina quite a bit, esp after his wife died

fine at confrontation unless it is of his own emotional issues

max galactia’s #1 hater

regina berry:

AUTISM

british loser too but fakes a french accent because it’s cuter and more posh

very good at imitating accents!

absolutely not mentally 16. very ditzy and carefree and childish

is not at all prepared for genuine reality because she was raised and surrounded her entire life by the members of the circus

very athletic!

has personalities for each of her animals and talks to/treats them like people

her mom died when she was 6, this is where her belief of dead people being stars comes from because russell genuinely could not tell her the truth

also why she wasn’t that upset about her lion or bat

closest to acro in the circus and still considers them to be best friends despite acro genuinely despising her

automatically assumes everyone is her friend unless they do or say something that shows otherwise

moe calls her “tiger” because she got facepaint as a kid and kept it on for days while acting like a tiger

amazing gift-giver

crow girl. drawn to anything and everything sparkly

enjoys those really elaborate lego sets

ben/trilo:

ft my backstory headcanon for how he entered the circus because its never established

AUTISM

trilo is ben’s non-loser persona essentially

ben has had severe social anxiety since childhood

^ where the stutter comes from

met moe as a teenager at his little sisters birthday party, was genuinely curious about how he can just go up on a stage in such a ridiculous get-up. talk to people. be social. he did not get it

when russell started the circus, he wanted to join and gtfo from his house

probably the neglected child to his little sister i think

joined the circus shortly after regina was born and was kind of the de facto babysitter so he considers regina his actual little sister (LIKE A NORMAL PERSON.)

trilo was created for regina when she was born. ben was kind of like a babysitter to her and made up a gag with this puppet and slapstick comedy to keep baby regina entertained. the whole circus loved it and trilo stuck!

what was once a coping mechanism became a depedancy. the only people he can speak to without trilo are the circus members

because he and the circus treats trilo like a completely separate being for his act and for regina, he never worked up the nerve to talk to people. there was no practice there because trilo isn’t him

doesn’t absolutely despise max because max is essentially like if moe was less obnoxious. flamboyant and outgoing and actually helpful!

great impressionist

max galactica:

entered the entertainment industry as a teenager after being scouted in high-school

genuinely does not give two shits about what other people think about him because he knows theyre all wrong. self-centered asshole

BAAAD anger issues. frequently smashes plates over dinner arguments. raises his voice quickly

only person spared from his eternal rage is regina berry

not getting his way makes him like genuinely upset

loves to threaten to quit to make everyone do what he wants

probably some sort of personality disorder

in a beautiful world he goes to therapy

he does actually genuinely want them to all be better performers but he’s literally terrible at showing it LMAO

lover of really obnoxious and clearly fabricated reality TV

massive drama whore. gossiper like no other.

the worst cook you’ve ever met in your life

drag queen!

into loser men (benjamin woodman)

acro/ken:

AUTISM

would both kill and die for every single member of the circus

including regina. not the kind of person to ever hold such a deep grudge so this is a first for him and he has very mixed feelings about it all

he gets physical therapy and his life is better ♥️

very emotional but great at regulating his feelings and self reflection. also great poker face!

terrible at accepting anyones act of kindness no matter how big or small. feels like he always has to pay everything back

tends to hide himself away if he is genuinely upset enough to the point of not being able to hide it

extremely observant person. in both behaviors and physical settings. always knows what to look for and what is out of place

very blunt but not. rude. just sort of speaks his thoughts and feelings. either honest about what he feels or dead silent

terrible liar

“will listen to anything” music kind of guy

actually quite prideful but like. in a healthy way.

tanktop wearer duh this we know but just generally a hater towards long sleeved shirts

decent artist! fun little hobby for him

[tiredwitchplant]

Everything You Need to Know About Veggies and Fruits: Russet Potatoes

Potato (Solanum tuberosum)

*Poisonous *Kitchen *Medical *Feminine

Folk Names: Blue Eyes, Flukes, Lapstone, Leather Jackets, Murphies, No Eyes, Pinks, Red Eyes, Rocks, Taters, Tatties

Planet: Moon

Element: Earth

Deities: Axomamma

Abilities: Image Magic and Healing

Why Poisonous?: The vines, sprouts, peelings and tuber of potatoes (the part before potatoes start to be created) are poisonous. The poison in potatoes is solanine, a glycoalkaloid poison that in even in the nightshade family that can cause gastrointestinal disturbances such as vomiting, diarrhea, and abdominal pain. Be careful to not digest potato juice but once a day.

Characteristics: Is a perennial plant that can frow to 3 ft. Has branching stems with compound leaves, white or purple flowers, green berries and swollen tubers.

History: Native to Chile, Bolivia and Peru. Many potato species were cultivated by the Quechua and Aymara people in the central Andres. It has been documented; however, that it was cultivated first by the Incas in 3000 BCE. In the early 16th century, the potatoes were then introduced to Europe by Spanish voyagers and then the New World. By the time it arrived to Spain, there was a weird rumor that potatoes were an aphrodisiac and is even mentioned in Shakespeare with that belief. Putting potato peelings outside a girl’s door during May Day (Salaman) was considered expressing contempt to her. They also act potatoes for good luck and was a symbol of dependence not just in Ireland but in other countries as well.

Growing Potatoes:

Is it easy to grow potatoes? Yes

Rating: Beginner Friendly

Seed Accessibility: Yes

How to Grow

Video Guide

Where to Get Seeds

Magical Usage:

Can be used as poppets for image magic

Carried in one’s pocket can cure toothaches and guard against rheumatism, warts and gout

Carrying in the winter time will protect against a cold

Eating a potato dish before the new year was said to bring success and propensity to the home

Medical Usage:

Taken in moderation, potato juice can help with peptic ulcers and relieve pain and acidity

The mashed-up pulp was used externally to soothe painful joints, headache, backache, skin rashes and hemorrhoids

Potato skins in India are used to treat swollen gums and heal burns

Recipes for Kitchen Witchery:

Potato Rolls – good for grounding, energy and transformation

Indian-Spiced Pea and Potato Wraps – giving intentions to spice will bring power manifestation

Grilled Potato Foil Packets with Lemon Dill Crème Fraiche – prosperity and good fortune

Sources

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They Shut Their S/O… ♡ °

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When They Make Love ☆

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Boys In Cat’s Clothing ♡

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LOVE SHARED WITH WINE ♡

If the lipstick matches

Forgive, Forget, Restart.

SLOW IT DOWN ♡ °

6:30 am ☆

The bad boy ☆

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classifieds ☆

your control ☆

Making love in the rain ☆

Cinderella Boy ☆

BAD IDEA RIGHT ☆

Wish I was her ツ °

NEARLY WITCHES ツ °

sunwoo

Yūgen ♡ °

kiss, hold, and caress ☆

The College Experience ☆

sparks at night

Teach Me How To Love ♡ °

BERRY TV ♡ °

boyfriend texts <3 ♡ °

10:45 PM ♡ °

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to the one who hung… ♡ °

roommates to lovers ♡ °

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Lip Scrub ♡

coffee and you ♡

MEDIA STUDIES ♡

Blurred Lines ♡

This is how we fall ♡

shut your mouth ☆ °

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Cruel Summer ☆

Just Like The Real Thing! ☆

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thank god it's friday! ☆

❥six-thirty ☆

checkmate ☆

a little TMI between friends ☆

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Hyunjae

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SACRIFICE (EAT ME UP) ☆

All Planned Out ☆

Doll ☆

Being fascinated… ☆

Lovers in games ☆

let me tell you how… ☆ °

get f*cked ♡ °

Jealousy Looks Good… ♡ ☆ °

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐈’𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 ♡ ☆

bad day (be gone!) ♡ °

soft moments ♡ °

Bad at being bad ♡ °

boyfriend texts <3 ♡ °

i like everything about you ♡ °

[20:10] ♡ ° BEST

a little mercy ♡ °

Because Of You ♡

As Your Boyfriend ♡

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐈’𝐌 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒

Merry Bad Ending

Beast in the Beauty

merry (not bad) ending 3

𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐓 𝐍𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎

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Attack #17: Sam

I'm reaching the end of my art drive but lemondroptv / @lemondroptv 's Sam Grape was such a nice design! I imagine if you turn enough people into frogs, they start showing up everywhere.

Attack #18: Date night fit

Ft. Front_Row_Raisins / @frontrowraisins character Corvin has a very fun palette, I had to try it out!

Attack #19: Magical Catgirl Berry!

unholyUroboros' Berry loves Madoka and has a Pinterest board full of cute strawberry things, and a canon weapon type. I had to design her a magical girl costume!

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Bunny Ears (Part 16) ~William Afton X F! Reader~

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CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce, Afton being a sarcastic hot ass, Henry being such a dad, grumpy x sunshine . Faz-Fuck TM. Cringe scenes ft. Henry.

As the colder months drew closer, there were a few more faces kicking around the restaurant, Henry apparently on a recruiting spree for seasonal workers so that Christmas wasn't too harsh on the longer term employees. Not that you minded working Christmas if you had to, but the thought your boss put into such things was always appreciated.

Several of you were standing behind the prize counter, running through the ticket procedures and prize counts for the newbies, watching them nod and smile with it being abundantly clear that they had not taken in a single word of your explanation. However forgiving a boss you had, you knew that William would not tolerate laziness and even Henry and his big heart had it's limits. You did feel slightly sorry for them if they met the more abrasive side of your boyfriend however, not that it would be anything but their fault.

Through the noise, you heard your name being called, snapping your head up and giving a polite smile in that direction, the smile widening as you spotted a familiar looking little blonde girl clutching a Spring-Bonnie plushie. Excusing yourself quickly from behind the counter and leaving the new staff in the capable hands of your co-workers to go and say hello.

"Hey Vanessa! How are you doing today?" You asked, crouching on her level and watching her face light up as you remembered her. A gap-toothed smile making your heart melt as she giggled.

"I'm good! Daddy's working so he told me to go play." She said, twisting her body slightly back and forth like she was trying to expel the excess energy. "I know you're working too, I just wanted to say hello!"

"Well aren't you cute? Listen, Vanessa, can I ask you to do a really big girl favour for me?" You asked, watching the little girl's chest puff up in pride at being asked to do such an important task by an adult. You reached into your pockets and pulled out a few dollars that you'd been planning on using for a few cups of soda, but decided giving William's little girl some entertainment was far more worth it. "I want you to take these, and have as much fun as you can with them. Maybe you can win your daddy a prize?" You suggested, watching Vanessa's eyes go wide as she gingerly took the dollar bills, reaching into the pockets of her little purple overalls and pulling out a matching coloured purse, placing them inside with a super big smile. Throwing her arms around your neck in a hug as she practically vibrated with excitement.

"I will! Me and Charlie are going to have so much fun! We'll come show you our prizes afterwards!" Bounding off before you could really process the tiny child around your neck, smiling broadly and standing back up. Feeling eyes on you and spotting Stacey standing a little way back, eyebrow raised.

"You know that's Afton's kid right?" She asked, making you think for a second before nodding slowly. Stacey grinned and came up to you, poking you in the side teasingly, making you swat her hand away as she dug into your ribs slightly. "What, do you have a crush on him or something? Sucking up to his kid like that." Your cheeks turned red at the suggestion, though not quite for the reasons that Stacey seemed to have in mind as she made a shocked gasp.

"I know. But she's our boss' kid and I would rather spend a few dollars to get in his good books. I think she's playing with Henry's kid by the sounds of it."

"You totally have a crush on Afton." Stacey teased, totally missing the response you'd given her, making you roll your eyes as you attempted to walk away from the relentless teasing.

"And? If I did, what exactly are you going to do with that info Stace?" You asked, shaking your head slightly as you headed towards the main area as the next showtime started, watching out for screaming kids as they ran towards the stage to see Freddy, Bonnie and Chica perform.

"Still going to be fun to tease you about it! Even if it's our dirty little secret."

Swatting her away annoyedly, you began to pace the pizzeria, running dishes if they were ready to go from the kitchen and soon getting caught back up in the flow of work. Almost forgetting about Vanessa and Charlie until the lunch rush died down and only a few families remained, also finishing up to go back home or whatever they did when they left Freddy's for the day. You were sure your confetti blouse had pizza sauce and/or some soda spilt down it from kids running about, but your hair stuck to your forehead slightly as you finished running some of the last dishes back to the kitchen. Glad to have a moment's reprive.

Until a little body tackled your legs and almost forced them out from under you with a grunt. Looking down to see what was happening and spotting the top of Vanessa's head, looking up at you with that gap-toothed grin as she hugged your legs before stepping back and gesturing to a dark, curled girl hiding a little ways behind her.

"We're back! Me and Charlie got so many prizes!!" Her sweet enthusiasm making you melt slightly as you looked over the collection they both seemed so proud of. With how bubbly Vanessa was, and how Charlie quietly stood to one side and avoided your eyes, you would have assumed that their fathers were swapped. Not quite understanding how William produced such an extroverted child, but adoring the small girl all the same. "Can you help us pick out which ones our daddy's would like?" Tugging at your sleeve until you nodded in agreement.

Sifting through all the trinkets and toys, you made a selection for Henry and William. Charlie seemed quite pleased with your choice, giving a softly spoken 'thank you' as you picked out the matching Freddy's bracelets for her and him. Vanessa also seemed to vibrate with excitement when you picked out a small bag of candy for William, hoping he had a sweet tooth as the two girls held hands and ran off with all their prizes. Giggling wildly and making you shake your head at how cute they were.

'I wonder if William ever wants more kids one day.'

Cleaning up didn't seem so bad after the interaction with the two little girls, humming quietly to yourself as you worked on making the dining area spotless for the next load of guests. Taking pride in the place in a different light now you knew how much passion was laid behind it, you hoped that you could stay at Freddy's for a long time. Part of the Fazbear Family in more ways than one.

Henry and William emerged from the back after a while, which of course drew the attention of all the staff since they were always curious about the bosses walking the floors. Henry was in another colourful abomination of a suit, whilst William was covered up in mechanics overalls, clearly having been in the parts and services room and tinkering away on some project for a majority of the morning. Each one with a small child on their arm, making you smile as you realised that they were going to have lunch in the dining room with their kids rather than hide away in the back office. Although you felt a small pang that your homemade lunch was going to go to waste that day.

Charlie and Vanessa waved to you as they went past, and you waved back brightly to them, making them both giggle excitedly and both of the men smile at seeing their daughters happy. Henry bending down to pick up Charlie and carrying her over to a booth whilst William simply held Vanessa's hand, keeping her close as he slid in opposite his business partner. Chatting away idly to him about something quietly whilst the girls grabbed Freddy's colouring sheets and some crayons, doodling away quite happily whilst their dads talked.

It was a super cute sight to see, and you noticed a lot of the older staff looking happy at the sight as well, whilst the newer staff just looked mildly confused at the development.

Heading on over after nobody moved for a second, you smiled at the men who both smiled back. Charlie giving you a shy smile and Vanessa practically bouncing in her seat as she recognised you. "Hi miss! Hi miss!" You laughed as she greeted you, hearing a chuckle from Henry and seeing William's cheeks colouring slightly beneath his stubble. Planting his hand on his daughter's shoulder in an attempt to get her to sit down properly in her seat. You could tell she was a menace of a child if they ever went out to eat somewhere. Deciding to see about making Charlie giggle perhaps, since she seemed to be the shyer of the two.

"Welcome to Freddy's folks! Have you been here before?" You chirped in your customer service voice, making the two children giggle wildly as Henry looked like he'd blue-screened for a moment and William raised a thick eyebrow, looking at you over his glasses with humour in his eyes.

"Yep! We're friends of Freddy and Bonnie and Chica and Foxy and Fredbear, and Spring-Bonnie!" Vanessa piped up, making you dramatically place a hand over your heart and widening your eyes and expression into dramatic shock. The little girls giggling at the sight and making you fight not to smile with them.

"You're friends with them?! Well now, I'm friends with them too! I'm surprised we've never met." Exagerating your expressions slightly to send the girls into giggles as Henry recovered from his mild crisis and William leaned back in the booth, the corner of his mouth twitching and fighting a smile just like you were.

"We're far more private friends with them." William joined in, his gravelly voice laced with amusement as he met your eyes briefly, winking at you and making your cheeks flush slightly.

"Private friends hey? Well here at Freddy's, we believe everybody can be friends!" Vanessa and Charlie giggling as they looked over the menus sat infront of their dads before looking up at you with a sense of awe.

"Can I have a mini pepperoni with mushrooms?" Vanessa asked politety, looking at her dad before continuing "And a cola?"

"No cola, Vanessa. She can have juice." William interjected, making his daughter pout cutely at him as the already hyperactive child was denied her sugar rush.

"Please may I have just a cheese pizza?" Charlie asked in her soft voice. You nodded and wrote down the order on your mini-pad from your pocket, watching Henry smile and ruffle Charlie's hair affectionately before he finally turned to you properly.

"She can have a juice too, and what do you say Will, you want to split a pepperoni?" Smiling brightly as William finally allowed his lips to curl up at the edge and smile slightly, glancing back at Henry and then at you once more.

"Sure thing. And two sodas, might as well have the full Freddy's experience." He joked, making you laugh as you wrote it down and put the pad away, clearing the menus from the table temporarily and quickly looking over the kids doodles.

"Alright! I'll get that into the kitchen for you." Smiling brightly as you headed away, hearing the girls excitedly chatting about how you asked if it was their first time at Freddy's. The low murmur of voices soothing any nerves you had about doing something like that as you ripped off the order and pushed it through to the kitchen, the chefs nodding and getting to making it whilst you handed the drinks off to another one of the front of house.

Grabbing yourself a fountain drink and reminding yourself to pay it into the till later, you sipped at it as you glanced across the restaurant before heading back to the employee breakroom to go eat your own lunch. Spotting Garrett in there and animatedly talking to some of the new hires.

"So anyway, Wiffle Bat Willy can be a bit of a hardass." He said, clearly in the middle of a debrief or telling a story as you padded over to the fridge, grabbing the bag with your name on it as you could almost hear the confusion in one of the young men's voices.

"Wait, why's he called 'Wiffle Bat Willy'?"

"Because he clocked a kid in the head with a wiffle ball." Garrett explained and rolled his eyes like it was obvious. Shit-eating grin on his face as he spread your boss' nickname to the newbies, and you somehow knew that this would be a running joke for generations of staff to come.