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I tried to give myself a little break from writing because I thought that's what I needed, but turns out the writing is load-bearing at this point. what I really needed was a break from writing stuff that I ever intend to polish up and show anyone. tapping out random comfort daydreams full of square brackets and 0 context is vitally necessary in fact
#talking#a while ago i was telling my therapist how i just can't do any kind of journaling even though i know it'd be good for me#and they were like hm but you've told me you feel like you understand yourself and what you're feeling better after you write fiction#so maybe that's your version of journaling#and I'm still very !! about this#I'm also mulling over a bunch of stuff idk how to put into words yet about like#the idea that writing should always be about Improvement#and that it's somehow a failure to have and start a bunch of ideas you never actually do anything with#vs that thing of like. creating as just a thing people do. like how birds sing#i have no coherent conclusions but the thoughts are sloshing around in my head like a washing machine you know
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LISTENING TO SHADE ON LOOP, LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOO 💥💥💥
#leaf yapping#actually please do not perceive me i just wanna ramble somewhere#I WAS SURPRISED AT HOW GOOD IT SOUNDED#FJSJDAJS ALBAAAAAAN 😭😭 HE IMPROVED SO MUCH AT SINGING#he sounds sooooo good 🥹🥹 his range was so fun and i loved hearing it go up and down#when he said “yeah cuz i dont really think thats what you wanna say”??? I WAS SURPRISED BY HIS TONE#its so very endearing to me though 🥹🥹#genuinely he and claude mix so well together#also the ART???#TENCHOU PUNK OUTFIT???? TSKR 🙏😭#I AM. SCREAMING OVER THIS.#WANT THAT OUTFIT FR. AND HIS CURLY HAIR WITH A BANDANA???? LITERALLY CHEFS KISS#i find it so funny that he was just in his konbini outfit 😭😭#YOU DONT LOOK TOUGH YOU LOOK LIKE YOURE ABOUT TO CLOCK IN TO YOUR 9 TO 5 CONVENIENCE STORE JOB#anyways im gonna loop this song forever
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pov spotify has been forced to play hit new bard song the ride of the witcher for like 8 hours straight
#oc#original character#illustration#johann tyto#sketch#technically burn butcher burn would be more fitting for them but my god. this is a banger#for anyone not in the know it's from the netflix series the witcher#and joey batey is an actual singer tm and sings songs for the series#and they are all bangers. they just never miss tbh#i know he said in an interview that he hates toss a coin to your witcher but it still fucks. to me#could i have once again put more effort into this. yeah. however! i actually kind of like how this came out so#win. i think. also look it's like basically a background right. improvement. /j
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Goodnight guys :) I hope u sleep well whenever u go to bed next my loves
#Holds u in an embrace and pats u on the head#Softly sings lullabies to you#Tucks you into bed and tells you how much your existence improves the world#Sleep well darlings#U are loved and valued#Goodnight post
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ok Actually important question for u all. you are given three wishes. what do you do with them. you can't ask for more wishes and please assume the free wish ticket was found among a pile of riches because a million bucks is a boring answer
#i Know two of my wishes.#wish 1 is to be able to do at least decent gutturals from the getgo and without vocal damage#i dont have a good reason for that really i just listen to too much metal to not be able to sing along#i could practice but idk where to start thats a whole Technique. also i dont live alone id feel very self conscious#also because itd be FUNNY.#imagine inviting your local giggly cutegirl to karaoke and on its turn it picks Beast Of Man.#ITD BE SO FUCKING FUNNY#i know the point is improvement but im autistic if im not at least passable at something to start with ill cry#silent cry for help on if anybody knows any like. tutorials to practice or whatever. btw.#anyway wish 2 is talk to animals thats easy. i want to be a disney princess#wish 3. hmmm.... honestly a lot of my stuff is less stuff id wish for automatically just. stuff i dont have the time to earn on my own#like i wouldnt ask to be good at sewing because i wanna learn. i wouldnt ask to know sign for the same reason#so. hm. maybe id just ask for Time? time to myself to improve without anything being required of me?#i dunno how much time id need but i need a bit.
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“People who sit down at concerts are the worst ever and deserve to be publicly shamed”
Hey I’m disabled, I literally can’t stand for a full concert (and I don’t think you should be filming anyone without their permission)
“Well obviously I didn’t mean disabled people”
Congratulations you have now implied disabled people are not included in the word “people” (also like how would you tell whether someone who’s sitting down is disabled it’s not like we have a specific look)
#believe it or not I have seen even worse than this#namely saying that yes actually disabled people who sit in the seat they paid for are terrible concertgoers and should’ve just bought a no#accessible ticket if they wanted to sit (doesn’t make any sense bc that’s specifically for wheelchair users in Sweden)#in general I hate how people have started treating being in public like it’s a performance we owe to other people#no I won’t improve your concert experience by acting how you want me to I also want to enjoy it#I’m not performing the concert am I??#also people were saying you shouldn’t sing musical theatre songs at karaoke bc nobody likes them (and also don’t go to karaoke if you can#sing but also don’t if you can’t sing)#but little do they know I fucking hate some popular karaoke songs yet I don’t think anybody is ruining the fun by singing them#because I have the ability to understand what is fun for me is not always fun for other people and karaoke isn’t an event where everybody#in the room can always have the most fun#people will sing songs I don’t know and ballads and songs I hate#but guess what? when they’re done I applaud anyway! and then I don’t go on the internet and tell everyone they ruined my night#because they DIDN’T#let me sing musical theatre songs terribly at karaoke please
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"Why are you talking to yourself?"
I'm a very interesting person to talk to, as you can plainly see, even your interest has been caught. Do you, not find yourself interesting?
I find you interesting.
#ramble#I dunno why my brain conceived this#also that last line is not sarcastic and didn't swap perspectives as the lack of “ ” show#Bro straight up the next time your brain goes into any negative insults just go into a reasonable respectful request#like I swear to god if these dumb mother fuckers who can't write an intro don't improve I'm going to make a personal message of heartfelt#critique for them to examine and hopefully consider. I'll even sprinkle in advice in a way that doesn't feel unsolicited but instead genuin#ly helpful. Alongside singing the praises of what I believe they'd done right. Of course this would involve spending some time on it to#ensure that we have an understanding. This involves self-reflection and consideration for how I'd feel if I was sent it. Which means I need#to establish little negativity and insert understanding behind the choices and what best to improve upon them later#because creation is all about other life and building those foundations for other life to build off of#as we build off foundations ourselves the meaning of life is other life#yes#brilliant#I'll put that in my email to youtubers#lesgoooo
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Accidentally took my adderall twice so now its 1am academic dread hours.
I regret auditioning with a big ballad to some extent. Under regular circumstances it was a good song that covered most of my range and demonstrated all my strengths well but with the specific teacher (well 2 but one is semi retired now) at school i work with it has me incredibly pigeon holed.
Working with J again has really showcased the nagging things I couldn't articulate. It made me realize that i was really losing all the personality from my voice.
There's this very specific way A teaches that is singular to the stereotypical way people expect to hear opera music. If you've heard someone say they're classically trained and they sound the same singing any other genre, they've probably learned in this way. I'm realizing this is what was really bothering me about the way I was sounding in some of my solos at the end of the year. My voice was starting to become homogeneous with these two teachers, and it was turning me off from exploring more classical songs
But for uni auditions I have to have classical répertoire so I'm seeing J this summer.
And yeah, I brought O Mio to him and he made some points this week and it was illustrative of the difference from this classically educated vocalist to A who is a classically trained instrumentalist and self taught vocalist. First I am a mezzo not contralto. i can sing contralto bc my full range covers it and my voice is the right color, but my passagio mezzo (could be soprano with a little work but my color doesn't really support that).
But J described O Mio as like melodramatic teen, with a side of like the way the father is veiwing her as both his little girl and an autonomous adult. A described it as this serious moment of female pain and power and how sad it it is etc.
Then J told me that the Moment is really the final A5, and then the last note, I could hold the first A5 for the drama but really the other 3 should just be movement, there's nothing added emotionally in making every A5 a dramatic moment and it takes away the punch of the ending. He also told me all those notes have movement so I need to slide into the next note not just hold them and then vibrato out or the preformance starts to feel disconnected. the piece is also played like 5bpm faster than the accompaniment I have.
A gave me the accompaniment (I suspect he may have slowed it down). He had me hold every high A and I had to maintain that high A until i couldn't and then vibrato out. 4 A5s (and one lower note i forget rn bc its not the tip top of my range) with 15-20sec holds.
in the end J had me sing it like I would 'any other song' and it was way more comfortable, it sounded way more connected, it was easier to breathe and acess the high notes. The difference was the shape of my mouth was less severe, my tongue was less rigid, there was less tension in my body and jaw bc I wasnt maintaining the 'classical method". Yet it still sounded operatic.
in the end J told me proper technique shouldn't make a voice homogenous across genres. Technique translates regardless.
Ouside of that tho, back on the ballad thing. I feel like I'm going to have to have acome to jesus with A bc I am so sick of them. And genuinely he went on and on about my 2nd semester pieces being below me just because they didn't push my range, both those songs had challenges to them he could have instructed me on but instead he just acted like a baby bc I didn't do some Strisand shit (literally he suggested Strisand lmao).
The qualifier for dificulty shouldn't be pushing the edge of my range and limits of my lung capacity. I can belt safely and well, I can hold for 30+seconds and on a good day I can hit a C6. That doesn't mean that a song is only difficult if I'm belting notes over G5 and honestly soprano is not a range I enjoy hearing my voice in that range.
Vocal dysphoria means once I hit c5 everything starts to sound nasal and out of tune to me, aside from hating the sound I can't monitor myself to practice, I have to rely on other people to tell me I'm in tune and then memorize the physical feeling of all the little adjustments in my larnyx as I move through those notes.
I mean I guess it's definitely a difficulty level, but I feel like I should be graded singing in hard mode not nightmare.
#like damn#forgot what enjoying my own voice was like for a hot minute#anyway yeah like#if you want a song to be hard#like give me someone with new dynamics#give me triplets and slides#and like articulations#Don't give me another ballad with an A5 belt#like damn I brought in jazz and you COULD have made me improv#but you were mad all the notation in my chest#despite me trandscribing the improv and nailing the A5 in it#like#'take better care of your voice' ass shit#it wasn’t belting that tanked me 1st semester is wa#fucking everything in my head voice all the time#funny how the teachers that hear me sing where i like don't push me into my head voice constantly#like I definitely had moments where she asked me to#like on No Escape belting that diminished 5th harmony
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i haven't really dedicated myself to singing since high school when i dropped out of state chorus but i am *this* close to getting back into it
#technically i did have to sing in the past few shows i was in#but i don't really count that for *reasons*#also this is absolutely because of my new legally blonde obsession and I want to be emmett#even though legally blonde is like very technically challenging#the thing is that i am not a naturally talented singer#so it took years of dedication and practice to get to a place i was proud of#since your voice is an instrument that requires practice to improve#but when i was in high school i went through a massive regression and theater was no longer at the forefront of my mind#i also do not really remember any of the technical stuff like how to read music so i am pretty much starting from scratch#i am really getting back into theater tho and i know it would also be great for my mental health#i always struggled with severe anxiety along with everything else but being on stage ironically never made me anxious#it was actually very comforting
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hi hello psa for my beloved fellow transgenders who are worried about somehow ruining their singing voice by going on testosterone: i’m about 2.5 years on t, my normal speaking voice has dropped about an octave and a half and i just hit the high C ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
#hrt#voice#not to brag but actually extremely to brag my range is 4 octaves now 💅🏼✨#not only did i not lose the ability to go high - i learned how to go higher than before and ALSO gained those sweet rumbly low notes#w after w im tellin ya#what t does to your vocal cords is it makes them thicker btw#the thicker they are the slower they vibrate and the slower they vibrate the lower ur voice sounds#but you don’t categorically lose the ability to reach high notes! that’s literally just technique#if anything my singing has improved SIGNIFICANTLY since starting t!#its bc ive been taking singing lessons lol#genuinely tho i rmbr googling transmasc singers experiences for hours n being soo worried abt like. losing my singing voice somehow#and there definitely was like. an adjustment period. i think any pubescent cis choir boy can attest to this#having to relearn how to smooth over my break like 3 times bc every time i had it it DROPPED LOWER AGAIN rinse repeat#annoying n frustrating yeah but like. nothing practicing and experimenting can’t fix u__u#and only a problem to deal with for the year or so your voice is actively changing until it settles at its new pitch#i hope this reaches whoever needs to hear it rn but 🗣️going on t is not gonna ruin ur singing voice🗣️ fear not <3
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P.S.T EP. 16 | And The Snakes Start To Sing ft Karina, Yeji.
length: 16.9k words ✦
Karina, Yeji X Male Reader
genres: threesome, anal, facial, double blowjob, pussy eating, dirty talk, creampie, rough sex, bi, blowjob, daddy kink, footjob, titjob, face fuck
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The air felt different that morning, and so did the mattress and pillow beneath you.
But of course it did. After months of hotel after hotel, after dozens of different beds, you were finally in the comfort of your own bed, in your own place. It was a necessary commodity, since you were close to chronic fatigue or even back problems from changing mattresses so often without optimal rest.
It seemed like an unbeatable scenario for you, only that it could actually be improved; the two beauties you had under your arms when you woke up confirmed it. The two of them, realizing that you had already woken up, snuggled closer to your sides, both with their heads on your chest.
"Now that you're unemployed can we just stay like this all day?" Rina asked in a tender, low voice, clinging to you with her arms and legs.
You weren't prepared to even contemplate how to answer that question; it sounded too weird to hear, like it was a joke to catch you off guard.
"I know a few girls who might be interested in seeing him if he wanted to," Yeji interrupted you from your left to give you a peck on the collarbone, before you could say anything. "But I'm happy to stay with my two bros as long as you two want."
After bringing your hands to rub your eyes and a yawn you put your five senses together to be able to talk.
"We can certainly stay like this for a while," you squeezed them against you with your arms crossed over their soft backs, both pairs of soft breasts pressed against your ribs. "But there's something I didn't tell you last night..."
THE PREVIOUS MORNING.
You didn't know what was scarier, the spooky hangar you were walking to once you got off the jet, or the men in suits waiting for you inside. In the end you decided it was a draw.
The hangar had no lights inside, it was only lit by sunlight filtering through small rectangular windows at the bottom of the wide doors at the back that made the floor shine, which was very worn from probably so many years of one without maintenance. It was obvious that it had not been used for a long time.
But inside they were. The devils in suits. As haughty and visibly detestable as you imagined them. They were not exactly few; at first glance you counted more than a dozen, which led you to think that not only high executives of SM would be there. There had to be at least one from each big company with their respective entourage of assistants and security guards.
However, something caught your attention: neither Irene nor the reporter were there. Confused, you turned to look at Jihye as you crossed the threshold and were covered by the shadow, but she seemed to know perfectly well what was happening. It had to be the part that she left out of the plan for you.
She approached a tall man wearing sunglasses and stopped in front of him. You and the girls stopped behind Jihye. The man had to be the SM delegate, judging by how two men stepped forward from behind him as soon as you approached.
“Are the cars ready?” Jihye asked the man, who merely nodded before he began issuing orders to his men.
“Take them to the airport,” he ordered one of his aides, pointing directly at Rina, Minjeong, Aeri, and Ning. “They don’t need to be here for what’s coming next.”
“Huh?” Rina stepped away from the man who went to escort them to the car, her brow furrowed. “No way, we want to see Irene!”
The other girls came out in support of their leader and joined in the argument, insisting that they wanted to see the bitch who almost ruined their entire career.
The SM representative snorted and took a sharp step forward.
“Shut your fucking mouths and get in the car!” he pointed outside, where the caravan of black-tinted SUVs were. “SM, JYP, YG, and even HYBE have done miracles to be here and clean up the mess that damn bitch made,” he jerked his chin at Minjeong, who cowered in fear and embarrassment.
“Hey!” yelled Aeri, stepping forward and facing the man. “Watch your fucking mouth, you piece of shit!”
You were about to come to Minjeong’s defense as well, but Jihye grabbed your hoodie from behind like you were a little kid.
“It’s okay, girls,” she said, stepping between you and the man, and motioning for Aeri to get away. "Get in the car and behave yourselves. We'll all be meeting up soon."
You wanted to hold onto that as a comfort to them, but you got the slightest bit of a feeling that she didn't quite believe what she was saying. Rina, however, being the responsible person she was, gathered her entire troop together and nodded at them reassuringly. The four of them then hugged you and Jihye.
"Good luck, guys," Rina said, hugging you.
“Thank you, Jiminie,” you said, hugging her back with a few pats on the back.
By the time you and she pulled away, Minjeong and Jihye were still hugging each other for a little longer than you expected.
“Thank you for saving me, unnie…” you heard Minjeong say in a soft voice. “Even though I don’t deserve it.”
Jihye didn’t respond, just closed her eyes and let out a heavy breath. Minjeong stepped away from her a second later, and joined the rest of the girls in letting the man lead them to the car. You had no choice but to watch as they entered and disappeared from your sight behind the tinted windows.
“Very well,” the man continued, as the car carrying the girls pulled away. “The matters discussed at the meeting have already been handled,” he nodded at you. “Does he know all the details?”
"He knows enough," Jihye replied flatly.
That felt like a pang in your heart. Aren't you two supposed to...?
"W-what?" you said to yourself.
"Let's go to the other hangar then," the man nodded, and motioned for Jihye to go with another guy. Then he looked at you. "You'll go with him."
He pointed to a different man, shorter and visibly younger. From the quality of his suit and the classy air he carried, he seemed to be another big shot. The man approached you, and after a bow invited you to follow him to the car. None of that gave you the slightest bit of confidence, but you couldn't feel anything but a deep stupor at Jihye's words, so you just followed him.
When you got into the backseat of the car it was like being on autopilot. You thought you knew the plan; you were supposed to have everything under control, you knew your part and what you had to do. But those words hinted that there was something going on behind the scenes that you didn't know about, and you were terrified just thinking about the possibilities.
The caravan of SUVs set off towards the hangar where Irene and the reporter were. On the way, the man you went with, who was also the one driving, cleared his throat and looked at you in the rearview mirror.
"Irene has a point, doesn't she?" he asked, in a polite and friendly tone of voice. The complete opposite of the SM representative.
Now you weren't just stunned by what had happened, but by that statement as well. The combination didn't let you answer.
"Be honest," he continued, now looking straight ahead. "Don't you think the industry is too cruel to aspiring boys and girls?"
"Uh..."
"I understand that part of the product is formed based on building a parasocial relationship with the fans," he interrupted you, answering his own question. “Honestly it’s cruel even for them. But I like to think that even with all the negatives…” he paused slightly. “The industry has done more good than harm.”
Noticing that he got a little carried away by his thoughts, the man glanced at you in the rearview mirror again and let out a small, embarrassed laugh.
“I apologize, buddy,” he said. “I’m Lee Gunwook, the JYP representative. And well, JYP himself shares the same vision: he just wants to make good progress in the industry for everyone involved.”
“I’m not surprised,” you said finally, looking out the window at the runways. “He looks like an open-minded man.”
Gunwook let out another laugh.
“You have no idea,” he replied. “But I go back to my question: don’t you think Irene has a point even though her methods weren’t the most ethical?”
The hatred and anger you felt towards Irene made your blood boil, but you had to be honest with yourself.
“Yeah,” you said quietly, just enough for him to hear.
He grinned from ear to ear.
“Alright, then you’ll need this and keep your mouth shut during the meeting.”
Gunwook reached into the glove compartment of the car and pulled out a visibly new phone. He handed it to you and you took it. It was a Samsung, you didn’t know which one exactly, but it was certainly a lot better than your current phone.
“Uh… well, I’ll need some time to get all the contacts and pictures from my phone onto this one.”
“Ah, you don’t have to worry about that, it’s already taken care of.”
He pulled his phone out from between his legs and fiddled with it. A few seconds later your current phone completely lost signal, and the new phone turned on displaying the Samsung logo.
“May I know what the hell you did, Lee Gunwook?” You asked, seeing that there was absolutely nothing on your phone, no pictures, no contacts, no working mobile network.
“The number is the same, so I don’t think you need to worry about giving a new one to anyone,” he said, as if that was your biggest concern at the moment.
The caravan stopped a few moments later, and by that point you had already realized the immense amount of power that the people involved in this whole situation had. It was kinda scary.
Before getting out of the car, Gunwook turned around to look at you directly and not through the rearview mirror.
"By the way, thanks for taking such good care of the ITZY girls," he told you, with a sincerity that you recognized. "I have a soft spot for them because well, I recruited them years ago," he smiled proudly. "But well, let me and Noze take care of you, please."
Gunwook then opened the door to the snake pit, and you got out of the car with him.
That hangar did look like it had been used recently; it had nothing to do with the previous one. In this one the white floor was perfectly polished and shiny, and it reflected the multiple rows of white lights hanging across the room. The men in suits, you and Noze walked inside.
Inside were Irene and the bastard, and damn, you wished you could have pulled out your phone to photograph Irene’s face as she realized how much firepower Jihye had gathered in such a short time. You approached the two of them in quick steps.
“I see I made a mistake in underestimating such a wonderful woman,” Irene said when you stopped, a tone of affection in her voice and a weak smile on her face. “I should have been more cautious.”
As much as you wanted to crucify her and the other jerk, you couldn’t help but nod discreetly. Jihye just avoided her gaze and crossed her arms, looking up and down one of the hangar walls.
The SM representative quickly stood between them, hands behind his back.
“You are not going to speak to her, Bae Joohyun,” he said, stern. “There are far more important people here right now that you and your pathetic accomplice need to talk to.”
He waved his hand and with almost robotic efficiency, four men began setting up folding chairs and tables for everyone to sit at. The tables ended up pushed together, forming a long single table that looked typical of a boardroom. Irene and the reporter took the seats at one end, and you sat on the right side, between Jihye on your right and Gunwook on your left.
You looked at Jihye and examined her face for a moment. She didn’t seem nervous, or scared. Rather, she looked somewhat calm and impatient at the same time, as if she just wanted to grab her stuff, run away from there, and disappear. You understood that feeling, so you took her hand under the table.
But to your surprise, she didn’t reciprocate even though she always did. And you, after feeling another pang in your heart, let go of her hand and looked down at the table.
"Well, gentlemen," the SM representative began from the other side of the table. "I don't need to remind you why we're here." His gaze went to Irene and the reporter. "I respect your ambition, really. No one had ever managed to get the big companies to collaborate like this. So tell me, Bae Joohyun, what are you trying to achieve?"
"Hey!" the reporter shouted with a bang on the table, butting in. "She's not the only one you're negotiating with!"
The men in suits burst into laughter, Gunwook at your side in a somewhat more discreet manner. You and Jihye weren't amused in the slightest, in fact you didn't even understand why they were laughing so haughty and creepy.
The SM representative raised a hand, and silence fell again at the table.
"I'm afraid you're wrong," he said, still between small traces of laughter. "This isn't a negotiation. You're not even worthy of attention, mine or whoever else's at this table."
"I have the power here!" the reporter shouted back, very sure of his words. "I don't care what she says. I have the photos and enough information about the spa's clientele to have all of you in my pocket!"
"Oh yeah?" the SM delegate chuckled. "If you feel that powerful then go ahead and do it. Send your pathetic photos and publish your pathetic article. We won't stop you."
You looked up from the table and frowned at both the delegate and the reporter. Then you looked at Jihye, but again, she didn't seem the least bit fazed. You searched for her gaze to demand an explanation, but she avoided you. Lastly you looked at Irene, who did share the same terrified look as you.
The reporter pulled out his phone, causing absolute silence inside the hangar. Tension and uncertainty filled the air, but the only sources seemed to be you and Irene. The rest of the men, including Jihye, didn't seem worried. They looked more like orcas having fun with their prey before tearing it apart.
Minutes later the man set his phone down on the table, a triumphant smile on his face. The phones of the men in suits rang with notifications shortly after. The reporter laughed, thinking he had won the battle.
But the men in suits laughed louder than he did after checking their phones. The laughter reverberated through the hangar, like a malevolent chorus of demons rejoicing in the power they knew they had.
A creepy vibe entered your body and made you shudder immediately. You felt tiny. Helpless in that hostile environment where you felt like some really fucked up shit was simmering. A few hours ago you would think your solace would be Jihye, but she seemed to ignore your existence completely.
You were alone. In a deep pool of turbulent waters filled with sharks.
“I’ll spare you from having to read the message we all just received,” laughed the SM delegate, who then looked across the table at another big shot. HYBE or YG, most likely. “Haven’t you guys made a very generous contribution to Dispatch lately?”
That led you to think it must be the HYBE. YG was more disinterested in such matters.
“And not only that, the editor-in-chief and I are old college buddies,” the HYBE delegate nodded, in an exuberant display of arrogance.
“You see?” the SM delegate turned his gaze to the reporter. “I don’t think you understand, mate. What I mean is that you have no power over shit.” he pointed at his HYBE namesake. “That message we just received was from the editor-in-chief letting us know that neither your photos nor your article will see the light of day.”
The reporter and Irene suddenly found themselves backed into a corner, and you had a feeling that the knockout was coming soon.
“Just because Dispatch isn’t going to publish the article doesn’t mean other media won’t,” the reporter said with a nervous chuckle, somewhat desperate to somehow comfort himself.
“What?” The SM representative frowned, pretending he hadn't heard him correctly. "You mean the article you wrote about an illegal and scandalous spa that you and I operate?"
"Huh?" The reporter frowned, confused by that statement that even you couldn't understand. "What the fuck do you mean?"
"For fuck's sake," snorted another bigwig, who by elimination had to be the YG representative. "You think we don't know what goes on inside that fucking spa?" he asked, and slammed the table. "It's ours and we operate it! Through shell companies, of course."
Suddenly you felt like something was wrong with the way you perceived reality at that moment, as if a control tower inside your brain had failed. Did that mean...?
No, fuck. It couldn't be fucking possible.
"Oh, and I should add that I made sure that a certain judge's daughter passed our auditions." The YG representative added, bragging perhaps a little too much. "The good man paid us back by advancing some documents that showed a new owner of the spa. Can you guess who this new owner is?"
It had to be a lie, you were sure.
No, that wasn't the lie. Your job was the lie. Everything you had believed up until that moment was a fucking lie. Were you then... just another fucking pawn? Did they play puppet with you too? You clenched your fists under the table, unable to take it in.
"Do you understand what we want to tell you?" Gunwook asked at your side, for the first time in the entire meeting. "You are powerless. You have no control whatsoever. Just like the idols of our companies."
You were in complete shock, realizing that you had only been another puppet of the industry for much longer than you imagined. You weren't able to take it all in, it was too many revelations in too little time. You could only sink a little in your seat, staring blankly.
“How could you take their side?” Irene asked in a small voice, sounding betrayed, defeated. You didn’t need to look at her to know who she was addressing. “You may have moved on, but the reason I did all this in the first place was because of what these monsters did to us!”
Jihye swallowed thickly and pursed her lips to keep from opening her mouth. She stared at the ceiling lights, nervously moving her leg up and down.
“What did the monsters do to you, Joohyun?” the SM representative asked, in a tone so passive-aggressive that it made your hair stand on end. “Make you a global icon? Make you incredibly wealthy?” he slowly raised his tone of voice with each question. “Make you the face of major global fashion companies? Make thousands upon thousands of people look up to you?!”
“You took my love away, motherfucker!” She screamed, standing up with both hands on the table. “YOU TOOK HER FROM ME!” She pointed at Jihye.
Her words were so heartbreaking that you couldn’t help but feel sympathy for her. If only the images of Ning running out of the dressing room in tears and Minjeong cowering on the couch weren’t burned into your memory, maybe you would have even come to her defense.
Jihye moved her leg faster, and you noticed in her hand how she was trembling. All of this was tearing her apart too, you knew her more than well. You wanted to be able to reassure her somehow, but this was not the place or the time.
And you weren't sure she would have accepted it either.
"So we finally got to where you wanted us to," the SM representative said. "You don't really care about the industry. You just wanted to make us feel guilty and end up just like now. Us here while you express your love for Jihye."
Jihye twisted her head and clenched her fist, visibly cringing at the man calling her by her real name.
"As I was saying," the SM representative continued with a sigh, in a terrifying serenity as if this was just a child's game. "I admire your ambition and your ingenuity. But from a public relations point of view it is much better to handle this matter internally than just terminating your contract and ruining your image," he turned to look at Jihye. "Tell her about the agreement we've reached, Noze."
"No..." you said quietly, realizing that this was when everything would break off.
Jihye stood up and raised her hand, still trembling. Her lower lip was quivering as well.
"I, Noh Jihye, resign from my position as Aespa's manager..." she gulped and squeezed her eyes shut. "And I am honored to accept my new role as division manager for all girl groups under SM Entertainment."
That was the final blow, but not for Irene or the reporter. For you. The multiple stabs in your heart had now turned into one, accurate shot. Betrayal always hurt when it came from the front, but this was like a stab in the back, full of rage. And the worst: it came from the person you loved.
True friends stab you in the front.
Jihye then left your side and walked to sit on Irene's left. You couldn't take your eyes off her, and she knew it, which is why she kept staring at the floor. She was afraid that if she looked into your eyes she would break.
"The four delegates here assured me that they will not interfere in our relationship anymore," Jihye continued, her gaze downcast, kicking you to the ground when you were already unconscious. "No more threats. No more changes in our careers. They will also move to the main office so that I can be here in Seoul with you."
Irene didn't believe it much more than you did. She kept looking at Jihye as if she had gone completely crazy.
"W-what?" she said.
"It will be hard for me to forgive you for all the harm you have caused," Jihye said, a robotic and emotionless tone that led you to think that this was all scripted. "But I know that you did it out of love. We can fix it."
All of that could have been previously agreed upon against Jihye's will, but still, the stab wound hurt like hell, especially since it was still open and receiving blows. So without thinking, you tried to stand up to intervene in all of that, but Gunwook pulled you down by the hoodie and physically prevented you from doing so.
He approached your ear, still holding on to you despite your attempts to get away.
"Trust us," he said, and you had no choice but to swallow dirt and stay still.
"All they ask in return is that the evidence be handed over to them," Jihye continued. "Photos, articles, videos. Everything."
"B-but!" the reporter stood up. "This is not..."
"Shut up!" Irene shouted, cutting him off short. "I'll make it up to you for everything, I promise," she then looked at the SM representative. "We accept the terms."
The SM delegate tapped the table with his knuckles and leaned back in his seat. The cocky grin on his face made you want to jump over the table and knock out every single tooth in him.
“See? Easy,” he said, and looked at all of you present. “I love happy endings, don’t you?”
All the men at the table burst out laughing again, except for you and the reporter.
“Well,” the SM delegate said again. “Can someone take Noze and Irene to the main offices so they can sign their NDAs and have Noze sign the paperwork for her new job which, I might add, comes with a pretty hefty raise?”
Two of the men flanking the SM delegate stepped forward and went to Jihye and Irene, who stood up and were led out of the hangar and into the car.
You just stared at Jihye as she left, still unable to believe that the most wonderful woman you'd ever met had done that to you. And not just to you, but to the girls she claimed to love.
It all seemed like a fucking nightmare. A very fucked up one.
"Next business," the SM delegate said, now looking at the reporter. "Very well, we all know that Irene will more than compensate you. And from the kind of scum we all know you are here, I think that's all you care about."
The reporter gulped and slammed the table, clearly still furious.
"You're not getting away with..."
The SM delegate leaned forward and clasped his hands on the table, looking at him over his sunglasses. That was enough to shut up the reporter.
"Once she's paid you, you'll leave the country, never come back, and you'll stay away from any overseas activities that any of the companies at this table handle," he said menacingly, letting the reporter know that he was on the tightrope. "I think we've made enough of a display of our might for you to know that we're not to be messed with."
The reporter, acknowledging defeat, sat down and crossed his arms.
“Alright, alright…” he grumbled. “I accept the terms.”
The SM delegate returned to his natural position and placed his hands on his thighs.
“Take his phone, give him his plane ticket, and get his stinking ass out of here,” he ordered.
A new team of men went with the reporter and escorted him out of the hangar, in a not-so-gentle manner. You could almost say they kicked his ass out.
All the shock caused by Jihye’s betrayal made you ignore the fact that you were now alone in the snake pit. You only took it in when the SM delegate locked his gaze on you.
“And finally, the last matter,” he said, and looked you up and down as if you were a piece of shit. “What do we do with this upstart who doesn’t know his place? We let him fuck our idols, we pay for his fucking plane ticket, and how does he pay us back? By getting us into this fucking mess.”
Before you could open your mouth and bring up how sharp your tongue felt at the moment, Gunwook poked you in the thigh to shut you up.
“Come on, Sanghyeok,” Gunwook said. “Why torture the poor guy? We’ve all already agreed on what we’d do with him.” He looked at you. “I’d also say we owe him a pat on the back, don’t you think? He took care of our idols as discreetly as he could and made sure this whole thing stayed under our control.”
“Gunwook!” the HYBE manager complained with a chuckle. “It would have been fun to see him squirm a bit before we told him what we had planned for him.”
The anger you felt at how those bastards talked about you like you were a toy made your blood boil like hot lava. But that only made you realize that that was just a portion of what both trainees and idols must have felt over the years.
They were trash. You were surrounded by fucking trash. Scum that didn't deserve the slightest bit of respect. They disgusted you.
"I guess you have a point, and I'm already tired of being here." Sanghyeok, the SM representative, admitted, then looked at you. "Alright kid, you have two options: you can sign the NDAs we have right here and never interact with any idols ever again..."
"I don't think we need to tell you what would happen to you if you broke that agreement," the HYBE representative added, to which you didn't even look at him.
"Or," Sanghyeok continued. “You can run your own contracting company focused on cultural integration and consultation. Of course this will all be a facade, for you to solve the problems we’d like to stay away from and for you to continue fucking our assets.”
Of all the things you heard that day, for some reason that was the one that left you the most baffled. Running your own company? What the hell was that fucker talking about?
“I’m sure I’m wasting my time asking, but what do you choose, kid?” he insisted.
Gunwook put a hand in front of you and again stopped you from answering yourself.
“Hey, hey, why don’t we give him a set of both documents and I’ll advise him on both options before he signs anything?” he proposed.
Luckily for you all the big fish agreed, and then the session was finally adjourned after two folders were handed to you. The tables were pushed back, as were all the chairs. Gunwook escorted you out, while you did nothing but glare at each of the bastards as they drove away.
"Sit in the passenger seat, please," Gunwook said as you approached the car.
You agreed and climbed into the passenger seat. Gunwook climbed into the car as well, and looked at you after a heavy sigh.
"I'm sorry, I'm sure that was hard to watch," he said, then started the car.
You didn't know how to respond. You didn't even know how to feel at that moment, with so many emotions churning inside you and isolating you from reality.
Jihye had betrayed you, dammit. And not only that, she had agreed to get back together with the person who hurt her so much in the first place. You were sure a kick in the balls could have hurt less at the time.
"Well, luckily everything went according to Noze's plan," Gunwook said, driving on the way to the airport. "I certainly owe that woman one."
You frowned and turned to look at him.
"Her plan was to betray me in the worst way possible and spit me on the ground once dead?" you asked. "That's fucking bullshit, mate." you looked out the window again.
Gunwook sighed.
"Did you know Noze and my little sister used to be trainees together?" he asked, staring ahead. "My little sister developed a really bad case of anxiety and an eating disorder because of that life. But that never stopped Noze from wanting to take care of her like she was his own sister."
You turned to look at him and realized that it hurt him to talk about it. So you politely paid attention.
"It was a tough time," he continued. "My little sister really kept hitting rock bottom, over and over again, but Noze was always there for her. Even when..." he started to say something, but swallowed hard and took it back. "Anyway, the reason I'm telling you this is so you know you can trust me. I know what my coworkers are capable of."
"You didn't seem to disagree with anything they said."
"What would you have done in my place?" Gunwook asked. "Get up, insult every single one of them, and screw everything up? That's not how it works, kid. You gotta be a little hypocritical in this life every now and then. It'll keep you afloat with certain people."
"Are you afraid of what they might do to you for being rebellious or what?"
"I've seen a lot of shit, mate. Dark shit. Of course I'm afraid," he said. "That's why I stay out of the way and work under the table."
"I guess I can't judge you then," you said with a shrug, and looked ahead.
"Besides, this was Noze's idea too," he said.
"The what?"
"Me sharing our past with you. She said she knew it would be just what you needed to hear."
You couldn't help but let out a disbelieving chuckle, and looked out the window again.
"It doesn't heal the knife wound, but I appreciate it."
When you arrived at the airport, Gunwook was considerate enough to walk you to the point where you would have to go through the re-entry process. Before you left, he grabbed your forearm.
"Boy, I'm asking you, Noze is asking you," he looked you in the eyes. "Take the job, and do everything in your power to protect the girls." He squeezed your forearm, not in a rough way, but rather affectionately. "It's your decision, and if you want to just leave we will respect it. But we need your help."
"Gunwook... I-I..."
"I'll call you tomorrow to discuss the details and explain everything," he interrupted you with a gentle wave of his hand. "But you must know that with or without you, this whole thing with Irene was just the first battle. The industry is about to go to war."
With that said, he nodded at you and let go of your forearm to go back the way he came, leaving you with a nest of angry hornets in your head that didn't let you think clearly.
It was all fucking overwhelming. You would never have imagined carrying a weight of that magnitude on your shoulders in your life, and you certainly weren't prepared for it. All things considered, it was like sending a poor, inexperienced 17-year-old bastard straight into a trench in 1916. Maybe you were exaggerating and it wasn't that bad, but it wasn't what you had in mind when you agreed to go on tour with Aespa.
Speaking of Aespa, you weren't surprised to find Rina waiting for you once you went through the re-entry process. Amidst all the shit that day, seeing her was like seeing your guardian angel. A safe place at last.
"God, you're finally here!" she said as you approached, taking steps towards you. "What happened? How was everything? Where's Jihye?"
Your only response was to hug her tightly and bury your face in her neck. She must have figured this wasn't the time to ask questions, so she just hugged you back and rubbed your back.
"Where are the girls?" you asked after a few long seconds, still clinging to her.
"They distracted the fans at the airport so I could wait for you." Rina replied softly, stroking the hair on the back of your neck.
You pulled away from her with your arms still around her waist so you could look into her eyes. She looked back at you, visibly worried.
"I promise to tell you everything," you assured, and squeezed her waist. "But really, I'm exhausted and I need to process all of this."
"It's okay, honey," she nodded, and pulled you in to kiss your forehead. "Let's go."
Rina led you outside, where a vehicle with tinted windows and a driver was waiting for you. You got into the back seats.
“Do you want to go to your apartment or ITZY’s house to see Chaery?” Rina asked you, removing her hood and mask.
Fuck, the ITZY girls. You hadn’t even let them know you were back in the country. They weren’t expecting you until the next day.
“My apartment,” you answered immediately, still overwhelmed by it all. “I’m not sure I can look Chaery in the eye right now.”
Rina leaned in to examine your face in a small moment of silence.
“Does it have to do with your mood back in Mexico City?” she ventured, knowing you perhaps too well.
As the car pulled away you took a deep breath and sank into the seat with your arms crossed, staring out the window. And before you knew it, you were telling Rina everything that happened that morning between you and Jihye. It wasn't hard to tell; you remembered every word she had said to you. Unfortunately.
"Fuck..." she said under her breath, and sank down into the seat with you to wrap an arm around your abdomen and hug you, her cheek resting on your arm. "Sounds like you need a bros night."
"I couldn't agree more," you said, and uncrossed your arm to wrap it around her.
You and Rina took a short ten-minute nap, until you were woken up by the driver letting you know you had reached your destination. You looked up and looked out the window, immediately recognizing the ground floor of your building.
"Hey, at least tell me something," she grabbed your arm. "Someone hit Irene?"
"I wish." you replied with a disappointed sigh.
Rina snorted.
“That’s a fucking shame,” she let go of your arm, and you opened the door to get out. “Hey, get some sleep okay? I’ll be ready to talk whenever you want.”
“What about the girls?” you asked, hand on the top edge of the door. “They’ll want to know.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Rina said. “I’ll keep them at bay until you feel comfortable sharing the details.”
“Alright,” you nodded. “Thanks, Jiminie, really.”
She gave you a loving smirk, and blew you a kiss.
“Nothing to thank, silly.” she said. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
“Okay.” You smiled back, and then closed the door to let the car drive off.
Going up to your apartment you hoped you could find some peace of mind in the comfort of your place. After all, you'd been gone for a couple of months, anyone would have breathed a deep sigh of relief.
But as soon as you opened that door and stepped through the threshold, your first instinct was to walk straight to your couch, sit down, and sink into tears with your hands on your head.
None of it made sense to you; you couldn't wrap your head around it. You still wanted to believe that it was all a bad dream that would pass at any moment, and that you would wake up next to Jihye in Mexico City as if nothing had happened.
Everything had rotted. Everything.
Between heartbroken sobs you couldn't do anything else but stare at the ceiling, wondering why everything had to turn out that way. Was anything with Jihye real? Did she lie to you all this time? No, fuck, it couldn't be. You weren't even prepared for what was coming, much less did you know if you wanted to find out.
Rina. You needed her. But you hadn't the slightest idea how to break all the news to her; it made your stomach turn just remembering all that. To top it off, you didn't know if it was the right thing to do to tell them everything. That job belonged to someone else.
But that damn person had to be on her way to SM's offices, holding hands with her ex.
No. Not her ex. Her girlfriend. Again.
You couldn't call Rina, not at that moment. So you turned to the only other person you knew you could trust and vent to. You took out your phone to text Yeji.
With that done, you were finally able to calm your sobs. You didn't have the energy for anything else at that moment, even though you were hungry. You just got up from the couch, went to your room and laid there like a sack of potatoes. Your eyes were burning from crying so much, so it wasn't hard for you to fall asleep.
When you woke up you weren't next to Jihye, unfortunately. It had all really happened, and it still felt like the worst nightmare you'd ever had in your life.
But fuck it. You had to face that head on. There was no point in drowning in a glass of water. Things had to work out, by hook or by crook, and it was not the time to be downcast. You would force yourself to get out of that damn bed and get ahead.
You grabbed your phone and sighed in relief when you saw that you hadn't slept too late; it was barely 7PM. You got into Yeji's chat, just to ask her what time she'd be coming over. However, you hadn't even finished typing the message when your apartment doorbell rang.
You got out of bed and walked out of your room straight to the door. When you opened it, Yeji was waiting for you under the threshold with two bags in her hands, dressed in comfy sweatpants and an oversized white hoodie. She wasn't wearing any makeup, and yet she still managed to look stupidly gorgeous.
"Hi!" she smiled from ear to ear, and you automatically did too, having missed that cute cat smile so much.
You didn't even have time to say hello back when she walked inside as if the apartment was hers. She walked into your living room as you closed the door, setting the two bags on top of your circular coffee table and striding over to give you a hug that felt like a breath of fresh air.
“Hey, light fury.” you said softly, squeezing her tight in your arms.
“Do you know how much I missed you, donkey?” she asked, her head on your shoulder. “A lot.”
“And I missed you too, sweetheart.” you replied. “These two months felt like an eternity.”
Yeji pulled away from you and nodded toward the coffee table.
“I brought beer,” she said. “And Lia made you food.”
“Wait what?” you frowned. “Didn’t I tell you not to tell anyone? How did Lia know to make me dinner?”
Yeji made an awkward face and scratched the back of her neck.
"About that... well, I had no choice." she shrugged. "Before I could come up with an excuse to justify being out until morning, Lia came to my room."
You sighed and walked over to the bags to find the one with the tupperwares.
"She and the girls were planning a welcome back surprise for you..." Yeji said, turning to you.
"Which isn't a surprise anymore." you interrupted her, stacking up the three tuperwares.
"No, certainly not." she agreed with a sigh, arms akimbo. "But the thing is, she wanted to know if I wanted to go shopping for swimsuits and party supplies with them, so I had to tell her so she'd cover for me."
As you opened the tupperware your stomach growled, and in your head you blessed Lia in the name of every god you knew. One had bibimbap, the other had kimchi jjigae, and the last had japchae with marinated spinach. The bag also had two metal chopsticks. Everything looked delicious.
“Chaery looked so adorable,” she said with a giggle. “She wanted everything to be perfect, and she was even baking you a cake.”
You hated the fact that Chaery had gone to all that trouble for nothing, but you smiled as you imagined her yelling at everyone while she was in the kitchen. She was just too cute.
“So?” you prompted her to continue, sitting down on the couch.
“Nothing, Lia told the girls that Rina told me you wouldn’t be landing tomorrow due to flight issues.”
You looked down and let out a deep breath.
“I’m sorry for making you lie,” you said, chopsticks in your hand as you looked at the food. “And especially for bringing Lia into this too.”
“Oh don’t worry.” she walked over to one of your counters, where you had your record player. “Just don’t make it a habit. Now eat, your food is going to get cold and Lia put a lot of effort into it.”
Your stomach was growling so much that you didn’t need her to tell you twice. First you tried the bibimbap, some zucchini with some beef. Fucking delicious, as was the kimchi and the japchae.
While you ate, Yeji began to examine your vinyl records. You trusted that she would know how to operate the record player, so you just let her choose. In the end she opted for a jazz classic: Time Out by The Dave Brubeck Quartet. A choice you didn’t expect but appreciated.
She then sat down next to you and crossed her legs to look at you.
“Alright, honey, what’s wrong?” she asked as you chewed on some pork.
You knew you had to be as brief as possible, but in the end you ended up telling her every detail: everything Irene had done, what she had put Minjeong through, why you had unexpectedly returned, and finally, what happened at the meeting that morning.
By the end of your story Yeji was speechless, unable to take in any of what you had told her. A living reflection of what you felt. In her eyes you could see that she was waiting for you to tell her that some of it was a lie, but you wish you could.
"What the fuck..." she said quietly, her gaze lost. "I mean, Irene does have a point, but taking advantage of her hoobaes like that? That's fucking vile."
"I know." you replied, finishing the jjigae.
“I’ve teased the NMIXX girls too, but I’ve made sure to never hurt them,” she leaned back and sank into her seat. “I love those girls like they’re my little sisters, and I’d kill for them just as much as I would for ITZY.”
“Well… I have to admit,” you covered two tupperware containers and focused on the japchae. “That even though I was so fucking upset, seeing Irene so fragile while talking about what the industry had taken from her made me feel some…” you took a moment to measure your words. “Sympathy for her. A smidge.”
That statement caused an awkward silence between the two of you, with nothing but the third track from the record, Take Five, playing.
“So… how are the girls of Aespa handling the loss of their manager?” she finally asked.
“I haven’t told them that,” you admitted. “I thought Noze deserved the right to break the news to them herself.”
Yeji stood up suddenly, startling you.
“HOW COULD YOU HIDE THAT FROM THEM?!” she yelled at you, and you just hung your head like a scolded dog. “The only relationship that’s more important than the one we have with our manager is the one with the members themselves!”
“Yeah, yeah, I get that,” you said, both hands up as if she was going to hit you at any moment. “But Noze and them have been together since day one, and I honestly didn’t feel like going through any more shit today.”
Recalling everything you’d told her, Yeji resigned herself and sat back down beside you to rub your back. But you knew she was right.
“Look, I know we’re close friends and all, and I definitely don’t want to be rude or nosy,” she said. “But… why did you want to spend time with me tonight and not Chaery?”
"Well..."
Your doorbell rang, and with it two knocks.
You frowned in confusion and looked at Yeji, wondering if she had invited anyone else.
Three more knocks, this time louder and more frantic. Yeji then looked at you, also confused and even a bit scared, you might say. You stood up to walk to the door.
"Are you expecting anyone else?" she asked behind you, and you just shook your head with your hand on the doorknob.
Your heart started to beat fast. There were very few people who knew where you lived, including the reporter. Had the bastard returned to take revenge and pay you back? Ready to open it and beat him to a pulp, you suddenly opened the door.
Only to find the four Aespa girls, their beautiful and innocent faces lighting up once they saw you. They were all wearing casual clothes, and you could tell by the looks on their faces that they had taken a well-deserved break upon arriving.
“I’m so sorry for the surprise,” Rina told you with a nervous little smile, before you could say anything, and then held up the bags she was carrying for you to see. “But we brought soju.”
Before you could say anything—again—Yeji ran up from the couch and elbowed you aside to hug all the Aespa girls. They were taken aback at first, but then recognized who she was.
“Gosh, I’m so glad you girls got here safely,” Yeji said, as she was pulled into everyone’s arms. “I’m so sorry for everything you had to go through.”
“We’re sorry for showing up unannounced.” Rina said, and then giggled. “And interrupting whatever was going on.”
You locked eyes with Ning, who blew you a cute little kiss, then Minjeong, who gave you a cute little smile, and finally Aeri, who just made a V with her fingers.
“Can you guys come in?” you said. “The air conditioning is going out.”
You stepped aside to let the five of them in. They all went to sit on the couch. Yeji was the only one who had to sit on the single couch. And you, well, you stayed standing.
“We’ve been texting and calling Noze since we woke up,” Rina said, her forearms resting on her knees. “She never checked in at the dorm manager’s area.”
You and Yeji locked eyes. And you took a deep breath, hands on your waist.
“Look, I know you don’t feel like repeating what happened this morning, but the girls and I are worried about Noze,” Rina said, concerned. "We just want to know if she's okay."
You looked at Yeji again, who just nodded.
"Time for some courage, sweetheart," she said, then stood up to give you her seat. "I'll go to your room to call Lia and you know, tell her you're okay and tell her everything that happened."
You nodded and sat in Yeji's place as she walked down the hall and to your room. So you stayed with the Aespa girls, and damn, it was hard to look them in the eyes with all you had to say.
"Mother of God, where do I start..." you took a deep breath, and brought your hands together to your mouth and nose.
It was hard for you, but you ended up touching on every topic: Jihye's resignation, how she didn't tell you the whole plan, what happened with the reporter, and finally, how she left the hangar with Irene. By the time you finished you felt like you had spat blade after blade from your throat. That's how uncomfortable it was for you. You didn't break down crying again because you had to be strong, but you were close.
In all of them you recognized the feeling of being betrayed, you knew it by their looks, because it was the same one you had earlier. You expected some of them to burst into tears or even make a scene of rage, but no, they were so shocked that they barely blinked. And honestly, it was the most logical reaction for you.
“I guess there’s nothing we can do now…” said Ning, who was the first to speak. She was the one who looked the closest to tears, but she was surprisingly strong.
“We’ve always relied on Noze for everything,” Minjeong said, looking at all of them. “And I think… well, I think it’s not the time to question her.”
Minjeong could say that, but in her low voice you could tell she felt a disappointment so great that it overwhelmed her. The same could be said about Ning.
Rina nodded and turned to Aeri, who had her gaze lost on the floor. You noticed one of her hands shaking. She was not only disappointed, but also furious. You were sure she wasn’t making a scene just because she was in your apartment.
“Gigi, can you make sure the girls get home safely?” she asked. “I’ll be there in the morning.”
“And why don’t you come with us?” Aeri asked back. "I'm the dad who can't take care of two whiny brats and panics easily, and you know it."
"I know that, but my bro and I have a conversation that's been pending for a while."
Aeri sighed and stood up. Ning and Minjeong followed her.
"Alright, just come back tomorrow before noon," Aeri said. "I refuse to cook lunch."
Aeri went with you and leaned down to give you a peck on the cheek. Minjeong was a little more affectionate and cupped your face to do the same. Ning on the other hand went a step higher and took your chin to plant a small kiss on your lips. You grabbed her forearm before she left with Aeri and Minjeong.
"I'll call you, okay?" you told her.
"You know I'll always answer, dear." she nodded, her lips curled into a weak smile. Then you let go of her so she could leave with the girls.
Once you were alone with Rina, she stood up and went to sit on the right side of your lap, wrapping her left arm around your shoulders.
"Well, there's no point in thinking about what happened this morning anymore, but..." she paused as she rubbed your back. "I never got to talk to you about what was bothering you in Mexico City."
Just then Yeji appeared out of the hallway. You looked at her and let out a sigh.
"Good thing you two are here for that."
"For what?" Yeji asked, going to sit on the other side of your lap. It felt good to have them both there, but your legs were going to fall asleep at any moment.
"Oh girl, just listen because it's fucked up."
You hated having to spit it all out again, but you had no choice. You blurted out everything as quickly as you could without letting too many details slip: the incident between you and Jihye, what she said to you and how she even made you question if all of this was fair to Chaery and Ning, and even to the two of them.
Only this time you couldn't hold back a couple of tears, realizing how desperate the situation was.
"Oh honey..." Yeji said sadly, cupping your face with one hand and wiping a tear away with her thumb. "Yeah, it's certainly a fucked up situation."
"God, I hate that you have to go through this, you don't deserve it." Rina said as well, stroking your hair. "Look, you're technically unemployed now, so your career can't put you in an awkward situation anymore. It's up to you who you want to be with, right?"
"Yeah well..." you then stared at the bags piled up on the table. "It would be a shame if we let the beer and soju get warm, wouldn't it?"
Having to keep your new job offer from them sucked, but you hadn't even made a decision yet, so it would be best to keep everything under the table for the moment before jumping to conclusions.
"Yup, I think the three of us deserve a drink," Yeji said, giving you a peck on the side of your head before standing up. "Do you have any shot glasses?"
You shrugged.
"I don't know, look in the kitchen," you said. "I guess I do."
"And I, if you'll excuse me, am going to turn on the Switch," Rina said, giving you a peck on the cheek before standing up and walking over to the TV. "Help me?"
As you and Rina turned on the Switch and TV and set everything up, Yeji came back with the three shot glasses and set them on the table.
“I had to wash them; they were dusty.” she said, standing behind two of you. “Hey, you have a Jenga right? I thought I saw one in your room.”
“Indeed,” you nodded, turning on three joy-cons before setting them down on the coffee table. “Give me a sec.”
You quickly went to your room to get the Jenga game. It was also somewhat dusty; you had to blow it off and wipe the pieces a bit with your hand before walking out and setting it down on the table. Yeji and Rina were waiting for you on the couch, with the three shot glasses already filled with Soju.
The vinyl record Yeji had put on had worn out a while ago, so before you sat down with them, you went to your record player and put on a new one: Too Low For Zero by Elton John. Another classic that you definitely needed to hear right now.
You finally took a seat between the two of them as they grabbed their glasses.
“A little warm-up round before we start,” Rina said, picking up the glass before downing it.
“Geonbae!” Yeji toasted, before downing her drink as well. You followed suit.
That was just the beginning of the fierce drinking olympics that was coming up. Of course you played Jenga first, a game that Yeji turned out to be hilariously terrible at, so she drank the most. You and Rina drank a couple of times as well, but Yeji had to down like six shots.
You then played Two Truths and a Lie, which made you realize how good Rina really was at lying and messing with other people's minds. She had you and Yeji as weak links, drinking over and over again for not guessing almost any of her lies correctly.
You got your revenge when you played Caps, a game where you sat apart from each other in a triangle to throw bottle caps into glasses in front of you, and the player who got a cap in, had to drink. Rina turned out to have a pathetic aim, and the only two caps she managed to hit were more luck than anything else. You and Yeji, on the other hand, were Deadshot and made her drink non-stop.
"Aight stop it!" Rina shrieked, already pissed off. "Let's have some real fun, I don't like this anymore!"
You and Yeji couldn’t stop laughing, forced to stop when Rina glared at you.
“Alright, alright,” you said, controlling your giggles. “What do you propose?”
“Beerio Kart,” Rina said. “But striptease.”
“Uhhh,” Yeji butted in. “I was hoping you’d say something like that.”
“At your own risk, then,” you said with a shrug and standing up.
The three of you grabbed your Joy-Cons, popped open your beers, and quickly set the rules, which were pretty simple. The most notable being that the person who failed to finish their beer before the race had to take off an item of clothing.
And you were just too good; you kept winning, over and over again until you had Yeji and Rina in nothing but a bra and panties. But they, being the devilish and competitive duo you knew they were, teamed up to play dirty and stop you from winning so easily. That turned the tables on you too quickly, and without even noticing, you were the first one to be completely naked. With a hard boner in full view of the two of them, caused by the semi-nakedness of that pair of hot perfect bodies.
"Hey, you remember what I told you the last time we drank, right?" Rina said next to you, with a mocking giggle.
She was on your right, lying on her side and leaning up on her elbow as she played. You didn't hesitate for a single second to grab her head with one hand and shove it down against your cock, hard and without gentleness. Rina took every inch without complaint, until her nose rested on your pubis.
Yeji giggled with her gaze fixed on the screen.
"I'm glad to know I'm not the only one he gets rough with," she teased.
You let go of Rina's head and she was free to pull out for a deep breath. But that didn't stop her from continuing to suck half of your cock in slow pumps, focusing on the race as well.
"God," you gasped, trying to focus. "Enough of the games. I want to fuck you two."
Rina pulled you out of her mouth and looked up to share a small smirk with Yeji.
"There's just one little problem with that, sweetheart," Yeji said. "Neither of us are completely naked yet."
"You have to earn it," Rina added, giving your cock a peck before focusing completely on the race.
They had you in constant agony to win race after race, as they kept playing dirty like the vile rats they were. In some races Rina kept sucking your cock, moaning on purpose just to drive you crazy. In others Yeji masturbated while downing the beer, knowing that her cold hand would make you shiver.
In another race they took it further and took advantage of your weakness for pretty feet, and both of them put their legs up on the couch just to alternate from side to side and give you footjobs. At times it was just Rina's feet, at others it was just Yeji's, but the craziest you went was when they used their feet at the same time to stimulate every part of your cock.
Eventually that pace became unsustainable for them, and it only took one short moment of extreme concentration for you to finally win that race.
As soon as you crossed the finish line and knew victory was yours, you threw the joycon on the table and grabbed Yeji's legs by the calves to shove one of her feet into your mouth.
"About time you got serious, huh?" Yeji teased, reaching behind her back to take off her bra and free her pair of nice perky tits.
"It only took him four races." Rina laughed beside you, caressing your balls with her toes.
After sucking, licking and kissing both the soles of Yeji's feet and her toes, you helped her take off her panties and then went to repeat the process with Rina, who had already taken off both her bra and panties and was waiting for you with her pretty feet up.
Yeji settled herself on the couch and positioned her head facing you, lying on top of your left thigh to take your cock in her hand and take it into her mouth. You, meanwhile, focused on Rina's soft, pretty feet, caressing the tops of her thighs and moving up to grab her tits with strong squeezes.
Having had your fill of her feet, you moved away and she adopted the same position on the couch as Yeji, her arm over your thigh to pepper the side of your cock with kisses and licks while Yeji sucked the tip up and down, pumping it faster and sloppier. Rina followed that trend as soon as it was her turn to have you inside her mouth, only she took in more inches with each pump, until soon your cock was soaked in a combination of both of their thick saliva.
You extended both arms out to the sides and ran your hands down their delicious bodies. Your caresses went from their backs, down their arms and all the way to their hips, where you then just squeezed their buttocks before leaving your hands there. But the excellent job they were doing on your cock made you want to reward them by running your fingers between their butt cheeks and rubbing both their butt holes and pussies.
"Alright, enough." you panted after less than a minute. "Let's go to bed so I can eat you out comfortably."
"Mmm, yes daddy, as you order." Rina said, pulling you out of her mouth, spitting the accumulated saliva onto your tip.
"Are you gonna make me call him that too?" Yeji asked, collecting the saliva Rina had just spit out to spread it over the side of your cock. "I don't refuse, honestly," she looked up at you. "What do you think, daddy?"
"I think you two better get up and walk straight to the bedroom before I go crazy," you gave Yeji a small spank.
"Coming on, daddy," Rina laughed, standing up from the couch and wobbling a bit. It was worth noting that by this point the three of you were walking the fine line between drunk and just turned on. “No need to get grumpy.”
Yeji and Rina held hands and headed straight down the hall to your room. You took a moment, just to pick up the things scattered on the table and turn off the TV and the console before going into the room with them.
You found them wrapped around each other with arms and thighs intertwined, sharing a fierce and sensual kiss that only fueled the flame inside you. They broke the kiss and Yeji turned to look at you with a mischievous smile, while Rina showered her neck with kisses and groped her.
If that was a way to hurry you, then it had worked perfectly, because you threw yourself into the bed like a hungry leopard. First you got between Yeji's legs to get on top of her and lower your mouth directly to her tits, which you kissed and sucked before going up and kissing her.
Rina put her hand between your bodies and reached for your cock to take it and stroke it, now being the one who was eating Yeji's tits while you two were making out. But soon you gave her her turn, directly grabbing her chin to crash your lips together.
In the middle of your kiss with Rina you brought a hand between her thighs and rubbed her pussy up and down before rubbing it in circles. She continued to move her hand on your cock, while you received kisses on your shoulders and neck from Yeji. Then you broke the kiss and moved down to Rina's heavy, round tits to eat them.
Once you had your starter with both of their tits, you decided to move on to the main course. You kissed Yeji again, but just a couple of seconds later you moved down to her cute belly to cover it all over with wet kisses. Before long you were now between her legs, and you grabbed her thighs to push them back and plant your mouth on her wet pussy.
"Oh fuck yeah..." Yeji moaned, arching her back and gripping the pillow behind her head. "I missed that sexy ass fucking mouth so much."
And you certainly missed that nice, delicious pussy, but instead of putting it into words you did it by eating it hungrily, reflecting the whole time you spent without even laying a finger on her. She let you know she loved it by tangling her fingers in your hair and giving it light tugs.
"Daddy's mouth is amazing huh?" Rina teased, lying face down with one knee drawn up as she had one of Yeji's tits inside her mouth. "I had it whenever I wanted for two months, and even a whole weekend."
"Mmmgh then I congratulate you," Yeji gasped, gently twisting her hips as you gave her clit quick licks. "But now daddy's back with me, and I'm not going to let you off easy."
"I don't think there's a problem with that," Rina replied, and you listened as they kissed, Yeji muffling moans against her lips. "Daddy has no problem fucking us both as much as we want, right daddy?"
"No problem at all." you replied, and you pulled away from Yeji's pussy to now go right, pressing Rina's ass cheek up and burying your mouth in her also shiny and silky pussy.
Rina moaned against Yeji's lips and pulled away to look down at you, while you ate her pussy from behind and groped both of her soft ass cheeks. Yeji then began to kiss her tits and neck, but she also put a hand between her thighs and rubbed her clit.
You could have spent the whole night between pussy and pussy feasting and satisfying your hunger for wet flesh, but your cock was so hard that it was starting to hurt. As a measure you adopted what they were most waiting for, and the first to taste it, of course, would be the one who went the longest without you in the first place.
"Tell me something, little cheshire," you said, kneeling up with one hand rubbing your cock. "How long have you been waiting for this?"
Yeji stared at your cock and spread her legs wide for you, massaging her own tits.
"Two fucking months daddy." she replied, biting her bottom lip. "Two months where I didn't have that delicious, juicy cock inside me."
You knelt between her legs and slowly rubbed the back of your cock between her wet folds. She looked into your eyes, holding her legs by the back of her knees.
"So what should I do, baby?" You now grabbed your cock and rubbed the tip up and down, teasing her entrance.
"Fuck me so hard that I can't walk properly tomorrow?" she asked with a moan. "Please? Please daddy, please!"
Not wanting to see her whimper anymore in pleas you grabbed your cock and finally pressed it forward. Yeji's tight pussy met you with only a little resistance, but within seconds you were burying yourself inch by inch inside her.
"Mmmgh yeah daddy put it all inside me!" she moaned, looking straight into your eyes, before you gave one last hard thrust to take your entire length all the way in. "Fuck!! Yes!!"
With your cock resting all the way in her pussy you let out a satisfied moan, realizing how much you truly missed her. It felt like picking up an addiction, and this was a dangerous one.
You removed Yeji's hands from behind her knees and replaced them with your own, pressing her legs back as you gave her the first few slow thrusts, which did nothing but make you both moan equally. Rina made no complaints and looked at you biting her lower lip, turned on by how the two of you were having pleasure. She pressed herself against Yeji's side and kissed her, groping her tits as well.
As you began to move your hips faster, you let go of Yeji's legs and leaned forward to plant them on either side of her torso, getting a close-up view of her and Rina swirling their tongues together and kissing. Rina then pulled away from Yeji's lips and raised her back enough to reach yours. You gladly accepted the kiss, but you also went harder on Yeji.
"Oh fuck fuck fuck!!" Yeji whimpered, your cock going all the way in and out of her tight walls and shaking her back and forth. "Harder daddy! Harder!! Yes!!"
You were forced to pull away from Rina's lips so you could focus entirely on Yeji. You straightened your back, and grabbed her legs to bring them together, holding her thighs and pressing them fully against her upper body. You were now thrusting hard up and down, filling your room with the sounds of flesh slapping together.
"Mmmmgh!!" Yeji squealed, biting the side of one hand and gripping the sheets beneath her with the other. She then released the hand she was biting and swatted it back to the bed to grab the sheet with it as well before arching her back. "Yesss!! FUCK!!"
After a few more thrusts Yeji exploded in spasms and violent contractions, covering her mouth with one hand to stifle screams of pleasure against it. Rina watched every detail with dilated pupils, eager and needing you to fuck her that hard too.
"You want that too, baby?" you asked Rina, slowly pumping in and out of Yeji's pussy as her orgasm passed.
"Yes daddy!" she answered immediately, and she followed your gaze as you pulled out of Yeji and got on top of her. "Use your pretty cumslut and fill her up, please!"
You adjusted your knees on either side of Rina's hips and sat on her thighs, squeezing her ass cheeks sideways to reveal her butthole and pussy, where you brought your hand up to rub a few times up and down. You first brought your thumb inside her pussy, and then pressed it against her butthole to get it halfway in.
"Stop playing around and fuck me already." Rina moaned, lifting her hips impatiently to rub her ass cheeks against your cock.
"You'll have me all night, why are you in such a hurry, baby?" you asked, your thumb now fully inside her ass.
"Because I'm so fucking wet!" she protested with a squeal, fingers gripping the sheets.
"You're just being a whiny bitch." Yeji said from the side, already recovered from her orgasm. "Daddy, should I make her shut up?"
"Go ahead." You nodded, pulling your thumb out of Rina's ass to now bring your index and middle fingers inside her pussy.
Rina moaned, watching as Yeji positioned herself in front of her with her legs spread and her pussy right in front of her face. Yeji didn't even ask for permission, she just grabbed Rina by the hair and sank her mouth against her pussy.
"Mmmgh," Yeji moaned, fingers tangled in Rina's dark strands. "That's so much better."
Teasing Rina was so much fun, and as she ate Yeji's pussy you pumped your fingers at a torturously slow pace for her. She wasn't complaining anymore, but she still desperately twisted her hips upward, looking for any kind of friction with your cock that would make you want to penetrate her already..
You put that moment off for a few seconds, as her pussy looked especially juicy and pretty that night. Watching your fingers enter and then come out soaked and shiny was too hot to ignore, and you kept pumping them slowly until you couldn't take it anymore and grabbed your cock to take it inside her.
That took Rina by surprise. She pulled the sheets under her hands and squealed against Yeji's pussy, with your cock almost completely inside her already. You had never fucked her prone bone, and that was your perfect opportunity to do so.
Sensing that she was intending to pull away, Yeji caught Rina's head between her thighs and squeezed to hold her back. Rina had no choice but to hold onto Yeji's legs with her hands, eating her out as much as her own moans would allow.
"What are you waiting for to fuck the brains out of the whiny brat, daddy?" Yeji asked you, looking into your eyes, a sexy half smile on her face. "You weren't gentle with me at all, and I don't think she deserves any less."
"You hear that, Jiminie?" you asked Rina, hands on her waist as you slowly pumped in and out of her warm, wet pussy. "Because of you I have to agree with Yeji."
You noticed Yeji's annoyed look at that comment, but you did a miracle to hold back your laughter. You made it a priority to move your hips faster and faster, your right hand moving up Rina's soft back until it rested on her right shoulder.
As the seconds passed, you began to get into a rhythm, until you had the bed shaking slightly from how hard you moved your hips, both hands gripping Rina's shoulders. You saw her desperate to break free so she could scream out loud, but Yeji showed no signs of wanting to please her, so you had to intervene.
"Give her a break, baby." you told Yeji between gasps. "I want to hear her cute whimpers as she begs me to fuck her harder."
"Ugh, fine." Yeji replied, and reluctantly untangled her thighs from around Rina's head.
"Agh fuck!!" Rina screamed as soon as the movement of her neck was released, turning to give you a sexy look over her shoulder. "Yeah daddy I fucking love that!!"
You let yourself fall forward and placed your hands on the mattress on either side of Rina's head. She held onto your right forearm with one hand and lifted her head to look up at you. All it took was for her to stick her tongue out for your chip to activate and you spit right on her.
"Fuck, you two really get dirty don't you?" Yeji teased with a playful tone, moving one leg to put one of her feet in front of your face. You caught it with your mouth without hesitation. "Have you ever spit anywhere other than her tongue?"
You certainly hadn't thought about it before, so after a few seconds of sucking Yeji's toes, you grabbed a handful of Rina's hair with your hand and pulled it hard to keep her face looking up at you. Then you spit again, this time on her parted lips and part of her nose.
"Mmmgh yes!!" Rina moaned as you hammered her pussy rapidly up and down, visibly aroused by how you had spit on her. "Use me like a dirty whore daddy, don't hold back, give me all you fucking got!!"
With one hand you had to signal Yeji to move back a little, so you could put that same hand on the back of Rina's head and roughly press her face sideways into the mattress. You left that hand there, and the other you left pressed against her lower back, supporting the full weight of your arms there to keep her completely still.
Rina muffled screams against the mattress, completely trapped beneath you. You used her pussy like a cheap fleshlight, fucking it so hard and so fast that you sweated even with the air conditioning on. Yeji's feet were still at your disposal right in front of your face, so you took her toes in your mouth to muffle your own moans against them.
"So gooood, so gooood!!" Rina squealed beneath you, tears in her eyes. "I'm so close daddy, make your little whore cum and then use her as a fucking cumdump!!"
Her dirty talk was just what you needed to feel close too. You knew you were going to cum together; it was some kind of crazy connection you and her had that for some reason always came true, so you let go of her head and let your body fall on top of hers, wrapping your arms around her neck, lifting her head and kissing her as you gave her your last few pumps.
Just as you had anticipated, the very moment you exploded, she followed just milliseconds later. Moans were muffled against each other's lips, between small wet kisses and spasms of both bodies. Rina grabbed your head, raising her hips to fuck herself against you as you filled every space in her pussy with jets of thick cum.
Your connection when fucking was so strong that once you both came you didn't even realize you were supposed to stop, you just kept going and going no matter how sensitive you were. It was a kind of addiction that you both had to notice first before you could stop. In this case, you were the one who stopped moving.
"Are you satisfied with the load daddy gave you, baby?" you asked, giving her little kisses near her mouth.
"So fucking satisfied..." Rina nodded, looking at you with a pair of eyes that to be frank, you were starting to develop a soft spot for. "Daddy's load feels so warm inside me."
"Daddy, can you come kiss me?" Yeji asked in front of you. She was lying on her side, her legs drawn up and one hand on her thigh. "I deserve it for waiting so long for you."
"It was only two months, Hwang Yeji." You replied with a mischievous smile, coming out of Rina and giving her a peck on the forehead before going to Yeji.
"Are you kidding? That was an eternity for me." she said, as you laid down behind her and wrapped your arms around her. "You're not leaving for a while, are you?"
"Nah, I don't think so." you replied, giving her pecks all over the side of her face until you found her lips.
"Unnie, don't you want to clean daddy's cum off my pussy?" Rina asked a few seconds later, as you and Yeji kissed.
Yeji immediately pulled away from your lips and looked at Rina.
"That's an offer I can't refuse," Yeji said, before licking her lips and going to get on top of Rina.
Yeji got on her hands and knees and had Rina lift her hips to put her in a similar position, then she put her hands on her buttocks and planted her face right between them to start the cleaning process. You watched it all with your hands clasped behind your head and the comfort of the pillow beneath it.
A few seconds later Yeji knelt up. She had a little cum on her upper lip, but she noticed it quickly and ran her tongue to clean it up as well. Rina finally dropped her hips down and crawled to lay beside you, one arm over your chest. Yeji did the same but on the opposite side. You wrapped your arms around both of them.
"Daddy has more where that came from for us, doesn't he?" Rina asked, giving you little kisses on the chest. "Because we don't feel tired at all."
"I bet he does." Yeji said from the other side, a hand caressing your abdomen and her mouth on your neck. "And I don't think he wants to waste having two it girls in his bed."
"You're being modest today, huh?" you teased, turning your head to kiss her. "Why don't you put that big mouth to work to get daddy hard again?"
"I'm not telling lies, am I?" she asked with a smirk, kneeling up. "Anyone would dream of having a threesome with the two of us."
Yeji bent forward over your cock with her ass facing you, then grabbed your limp shaft and took it into her mouth to suck on it. You raised a hand and groped her ass to turn to face Rina.
"You know what I'm going to ask you, don't you?" you said, rubbing the tip of your nose against her forehead to make her look at you.
"It has to do with how much you love my tits, daddy?" she asked, and moved a thigh up over yours to rub them together to press her tits against the side of your body.
"And not just yours," you replied, and looked at Yeji as you sucked on her now hard cock. "Wanna give it a try, sweetie?"
Yeji pulled you out of her mouth with a pop and looked at you.
"My tits aren't that big," she placed kisses around the tip, her hand going up and down. "But with some lube it'll be fun."
You smiled and gave her a small spank.
"I like the way you think."
Yeji put your cock down and climbed off the bed.
"Where do you keep it?" she asked, searching on top of your dresser.
"In the drawer of the nightstand." you nodded to the right.
Yeji went and opened the drawer to take out the white bottle of lube. She shook it and giggled.
"Oh, water-based, perfect. And wow, it's half empty." She looked at you. "You and Chaery sure were busy that week, huh?"
"I'll refrain from answering."
Yeji and Rina laughed in unison, as Yeji climbed back into bed with you. She rolled onto her back.
"I'm not going to go first, no way." Yeji said, and looked over at Rina. "Unnie, the honor is yours."
"I know, I wasn't going to let you go first either," Rina replied, and laid down next to Yeji as you knelt up. "Go ahead daddy."
"You can lube up our entire bodies if you want." Yeji said, handing you the lube.
"Oh yeah?" You raised an eyebrow, taking the little bottle and opening it. "Well, you don't have to tell me twice."
It was a bit of a late process for how hard and horny you were, but lubing up every inch of that pair of beautiful bodies was worth every second. It also served to refresh your memory a bit as to your massage skills, as the moment reminded you directly of that first therapy with Yeji a few months ago.
Damn, time was flying by.
"Mmm, I think someone will have to change the sheets later," Yeji said with a giggle, seeing how soaked everything was beneath the two of them.
"And you're going to help me," you said, putting the bottle of lube aside. "Don't think you're getting off scot-free because you have pretty privileges."
"As long as you fuck us properly we'll never complain, daddy." Rina said, and she brought her arms together a little to press her pair of oily tits together.
"Fuck, it's so easy for her!" Yeji protested, and imitated Rina. She had to bring her arms together a lot more to press her tits together, but she still looked stupidly hot.
"Now who's being the whiny brat?" Rina teased with a giggle, as you straddled her torso.
"You! You almost cried for his cock!"
You sighed and closed your eyes for a moment, remembering the night with Aeri and Rina and how unbearable they had become. The difference was that Yeji was way worse than Aeri.
"If you two start arguing I'm going to the living room to watch Breaking Bad." you said.
"NO!" they both cried in unison, looking at you with puppy dog eyes.
You smiled.
"Good girls."
Rina's tits were at your disposal right below you, and you had lubed up your cock as well. You just had to lean forward a little more, sit down, and slide your shaft between those soft, pale pillows. You moaned immediately. It was a feeling you were never going to get tired of.
"God, it even seems to disappear between them," Yeji sighed, watching as you pumped your shaft in and out of Rina's tits slowly.
"I have to use my good genes for something, don't I?" Rina asked, biting her lip as you squeezed her tits and rubbed your fingers against her nipples as well.
You didn't remember ever trying to fuck Rina's lubed up tits, but if you hadn't, you cursed yourself for never thinking of it. It was such an overwhelmingly amazing feeling that you even entered a little zen moment where you had to close your eyes to keep from exploding right away.
"Feels good, doesn't it daddy?" Rina asked with a moan. “That’s it, use me as you please.”
You reached the maximum speed your hips would allow in record time, pumping in and out of that slippery meat sandwich. But you were forced to stop so you could give Yeji her well-deserved attention.
“Come on baby, you can do a good job too,” you said, now getting on top of Yeji.
You honestly didn’t understand her complaints. It was true that she had to put in more effort than Rina to be able to do the same, but the result was almost as hot to look at and perfect for the task. Putting your cock between her tits didn’t exactly give you the same feeling, as you were missing being wrapped up from above as well. But for that, Yeji used her hands, using them to press her tits together and at the same time catching your cock from above with her fingers.
“Oh fuck, you feel wonderful too, Hwang.” you gasped, moving your hips somewhat quickly from the start.
"Great," she replied between small moans, "because that's the most my modest tits can offer you, honey."
But you didn't need much more, and the lube made everything just perfect. You pumped over and over between Yeji's perky tits, one hand reaching out to the right to grope Rina's tits and slick body, also reaching her pussy from time to time.
When you went back to fuck Rina's tits you repeated the same, now having your left hand squeeze Yeji's tits and moving up and down her flat belly. Without realizing it you lowered your hand a little too much, and ended up between her legs but not to play with her pussy, but with her butthole.
"Mmm, what are you doing daddy?" Yeji asked with a moan, feeling your fingers rubbing her down there. "Starting to feel withdrawal symptoms because of my ass? It's understandable. Two months without fucking it must be hard."
"Do you want to fuck our asses already, daddy?" Rina asked as well, licking your tip every time you pushed your cock forward.
"How do you know?" you replied between labored gasps.
"Because you have a finger inside mine." Yeji said. And it was true, without realizing it you had brought your finger inside her butthole and were pumping it slowly.
"You'll be the first then." you said, and you let go of Rina's tits to get off of her.
You picked Yeji up and laid her on her side, and she automatically pulled her legs up so you could kneel in front of her. Her body had small dry spots, so you took the lube and poured it back on as many parts as you could, including her butthole, which you ended up fingering with two fingers just to get it ready.
Rina went to lay on her side in front of Yeji, getting between her legs so you could put their breasts as close together as possible. They wrapped their arms around each other, rubbing their tits together as they looked at you expectantly. You didn't make Yeji wait. You just grabbed your cock, pressed it against her butthole and pushed forward to get half of it in one motion.
"Oh fuck yes!" Yeji moaned, arms around Rina's head. "And I definitely missed that big cock inside my ass so much!"
You moaned too, focused on getting your whole length inside her as soon as possible. Having achieved that, you put a hand on her waist and decided to give her a fuck worthy of a reunion. Rina did her bit by putting a hand between their bodies and reaching Yeji's pussy, to rub it with the full extent of her palm.
The lube made everything ten times easier. Within seconds there was almost no friction between your cock and Yeji's ass, making the movements smooth and fluid. You took advantage of this to immediately accelerate, pounding her ass and bouncing her tits against Rina's.
"Did you miss my tight little ass daddy? Mmmgh?" Yeji asked between squeals, as Rina quickly fingered her pussy.
"Yes I did." you replied with a grunt, your left hand behind her knee and the other on her ass cheek.
"Then fuck it like your life depended on it." she said, and moaned loudly as Rina moved her wrist faster and made it slam into her pussy.
And so you did for the next minute, hammering her ass with one hand permanently on her ass and thigh and the other varying between squeezing her tits or grabbing her neck. She came in the process, but let you continue fucking her for a few seconds until you suddenly pulled out.
"Now you, Katarina Blu," you said, looking into her eyes.
Rina automatically rolled onto her back and grabbed her legs behind her knees to spread them wide like a good girl. You quickly knelt in front of her, and without much foreplay took your cock into her ass for the second time in 24 hours.
Her ass was so wonderful it felt like another pussy, and a great advantage of fucking it missionary was watching her glistening tits bounce hypnotically as if they had a life of their own. Yeji, quick-witted, pressed herself against the side of her body and took one of her tits into her mouth, sucking that nipple and pinching the other.
With her you of course had to follow the dirty trend, which she loved. You spit in her face several times, choked her, and even slapped her a couple of times that made her clench her teeth in pleasure. Yeji, for her part, had reached between Rina's legs to rub her clit with such frenzy that you swore she was going to set it on fire.
Rina was soon cumming in a violent storm of spasms and moans. Her first instinct was to turn around and meet Yeji's lips to share a sloppy, passionate kiss, while Yeji ran her fingers up and down between her folds. Rina's ass was tight around your cock, but you didn't feel close to cumming yet.
"I'll use your mouths." you warned, but you didn't even give Rina time to respond before you climbed on top of her and buried your cock straight inside her mouth.
Rina didn't complain, instead she grabbed your balls and squeezed them as you pressed your cock against her throat.
"Oh fuck..." Yeji moaned, watching as Rina took you all the way down her throat between cute gagging reflexes. "Daddy, I also-"
But you didn't give her time to say a single word either, because you quickly pulled out of Rina's mouth to penetrate hers. Yeji's eyes widened, and her face scrunched up as you took your cock all the way in. The lack of preparation made her cough and gag even harder than Rina, but within seconds you gave her a break, as you were now going to fuck Katarina's pretty mouth.
You sensed that you had gotten a little too carried away and that you were fucking both of their mouths with less care than you should have, but as you received no stop signal from them, you just continued pumping your cock completely in and out of their mouths, holding their heads and chins to keep them still and making saliva spill everywhere.
After a frantic minute of alternating between mouth and mouth you finally felt close and knelt in the space between them.
"On your hands and knees in front of my cock, now." you ordered, quickly masturbating yourself.
Rina and Yeji quickly complied with the order despite how dizzy the facefucks had left them. The two of them got on their hands and knees, their cute lubricated asses raised. Their faces were now in front of your cock as you rubbed them, and they decided to help by kissing and licking around your tip.
"Paint our pretty little faces, daddy." Yeji moaned, squeezing your balls with one hand.
"We need it." Rina moaned too, giving your tip little sucks.
Within seconds you exploded without even warning. The first drop fell on the sheets, but they quickly closed the gap by pressing their faces together, so that the rest of the jets painted that pair of gorgeous faces with parted lips.
"How warm... fuck." Yeji moaned, drops of cum running down every corner of her face.
"And delicious," Rina added, in exactly the same situation as Yeji.
When your orgasm passed they both took turns eating your cum off each other's faces and also cleaning your cock with slow sucks and licks up and down. So you let yourself fall back to lie down and stare at the ceiling. But soon your view of it was obstructed by Pinky and the Brain.
"Daddy? Tired yet?" they both asked at the same time.
You forced them to let you rest for about ten minutes where you only kissed each other, but you continued fucking for at least two more hours. You fucked both of them doggy style; you fucked Yeji from behind against the wall; you let Rina ride you in reverse while you ate Yeji's pussy; Yeji also rode you but facing you, with Rina fingering her ass from behind. You beat all the records for duration and orgasms that you could beat.
By the end, every bone in your body felt like it had been ground by an industrial steamroller. Yeji and Rina were exhausted too, after you had made them cum at least five more times each. Both of their legs were shaking, and they were shaking badly, so they couldn't help you while you changed the soaked sheets.
Around 1AM you laid down snuggled up under the sheets. You played the big spoon for Rina, cradling her in your arms with her back pressed to your chest, and the little spoon for Yeji, who had her breasts pressed against your back and a shaky leg up against your body.
It would have been one of the best sleeps of your life, if it weren't for the fact that as soon as everything was over and your room was completely silent, your thoughts played tricks on you again and prevented you from falling asleep as quickly as you wanted.
It was a caress on your face from Rina and an affectionate kiss on your back from Yeji that made you calm down until you could finally fall asleep.
BACK TO THAT MORNING.
"Oh my god!" Rina protested, with a little punch on your chest. "Why do you keep hiding things from us!"
"Yeah!" Yeji joined in, tugging on a lock of your hair. "Stop that or I'll kick your fucking ass!"
You smiled even though the tug hurt. But only a little.
"I still hadn't decided what I was going to do yesterday," you said. "But spending the night with you two brightened the way for me. It made me realize that the answer has always been simple."
The two of them stayed silent and looked at you with narrowed eyes and frowns.
"What the fuck does that mean?" Yeji said, confused.
You then told them everything that happened regarding Gunwook and the two possible contracts that had been presented to you. Then you opened your heart a little and told them about how you felt about them and the nice times you had spent together.
"And well... I can't just leave all that behind; it's too precious to me, you literally changed my life for the better." you continued. "So yeah... I'll take the job."
"Wahhh!!" the two of them squealed in happiness, and shook you between kisses.
"Yeah, yeah," you laughed, receiving kisses on both sides of your face. "Besides..." you looked at Rina. "According to Gunwook, Jihye's last request was for me to take good care of all of you. And you know I can't refuse that."
"And you know we're not leaving you alone in this, sweetheart." Rina said, stroking your hair and looking at you with a cute smirk.
"Never." Yeji added, also smiling, and gave you a peck on the cheek.
You hugged each other for another long moment, while you stared at the ceiling with a silly smile on your face. After a minute, however, Rina lifted her head from your chest.
"Wait, does that mean we can stay like this all day?" she asked, unable to hide her excitement.
"Nope," you shook your head softly. "Today marks the start of a new phase in my life, sweetie. A new career!"
"Then that means there's more to celebrate than just your return!" Yeji said, then looked at Rina. "You know what I have in mind, right?"
Rina tilted her head and looked at her with a weak grimace.
"No, unnie, not really." she shook her head. "My head doesn't work in the mornings, much less after fucking all night."
Yeji looked at you and smiled from ear to ear, already excited about what she hadn't even said yet.
"Come to our house next week for a pool party!" she said. "You and the Aespa girls. All five of you are fully invited, and I insist."
"I'm in!" Rina said immediately, a bright smile on her face as well before looking at you. "Come on, say you're in too!"
"You say that like you're going to accept another answer." you chuckled.
"Indeed, we weren't going to accept another answer." Yeji said.
Rina sat up, her bare back facing you.
"Wait a minute," she said. "Will this pool party be anything like Twice's legendary pool parties?"
Twice legendary pool parties? Now that was something you didn’t expect to hear. Literally never.
Yeji laughed and sat up too, and you swore to god you wanted to take a picture of that pair of gorgeous backs covered in gorgeous long hair and frame it.
"I mean, we've never thrown a party on our own," she said. "But Nayeon and Mina unnie have told me a few things. And since you know I'm a competitive bitch... I want to do something even better!"
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Well, I'm so sorry about all that lol. It was also really fucking hard for me to write, but I promise you that everything has its reason and it will be for the best lol Also, I'm so fucking happy to bring Itzy back. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do. MASTERLIST HERE!
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Intruder 2024 ver
Yandere!mafia OC x reader
Summary: finding a mystical USB in your bag leads to more danger you ever could have anticipated. It leads you straight into the arms of a well respected mob boss.
Warnings: gore, kidnapping, breaking in, chains, crime, yandere
Word count: 2.4k
A/N: I thought it could be fun to remake my first one-shot almost 2 years later to see how I have improved! I hope you like the new version♡
Your hands tear through the bag, impatiently looking for the lip balm that is somewhere in the mess of papers, water bottles, wallets and receipts. Your head is pounding, your back is sore and your fucking lips are dry and you can’t think of anything else. You grab the backpack and turn it upside down, shaking it violently until every little thing has fallen out. Receipts dingle down like snowflakes. The lip balm falls out on the wooden floor and when you bend down to take it, you notice that it’s lying beside something that you can swear that you have never seen before. A white USB. Confused, you turn it around, looking for some kind of indication to remind you of what it contains. No tape, no pen, nothing. You sigh and stand up. Before walking over to your computer to figure out what contains on the USB, you smother your lips in lip balm. It gets in your mouth, tasting buttery and putting a greasy layer on your front teeth.
You sit down in front of your computer, boot it up and press the USB into the right port. If you see what is on it, maybe you’ll remember what you have used it for. It takes a few moments before a file pops up at the bottom of your screen. You press on it and are met by multiple folders, all having cryptic titles.
When have I ever done this?
Is this a Friday night drunk act? It would be an answer to why you don’t remember anything about it. You decide to press on one of the folders. Pictures and videos. Hundreds of them. You click on the first picture. What meets your eyes puzzle you. For a few seconds you can’t even process what you are looking at. A mushy red sponge-looking … something. When it hits you that what you are looking at is a dead, mangled body you gasp and shoot your chair away from your desk. A wave of mixed fear, disgust and disbelief washes over you as millions of questions bash into your head. Panicked worries about where the USB came from, who was in the picture, how many more there are like this, why you have the USB and if you would get in trouble and. If you give the USB to the police, would they find you suspicious? Would they think that you had anything to do with this? And will the ones who owns this USB kill you for it?
You find yourself pacing back and forth in your room as your heart beats in your ears. What are you going to do? You have to get rid of it. Quickly.
You turn back to the computer and pull the USB out as quickly as if it was on fire. The grotesque picture disappears. You drop the white stick into your pocket, as if it was really in flames. Just holding it made you feel dirty. You wipe your hands on your shirt, expecting it to smear blood. Nauseous, you run to the bathroom. Despite washing your hands in water and soap until your heads become gnarly and sore, you feel as if you have murdered that poor girl yourself and nothing will clear you of what you have witnessed.
You’re not sure how long you’ve been in the bathroom, how long you’ve tried to wash yourself of sin and guilt. Suddenly, the front door’s lock seems to click. You freeze, listen closely. Perhaps it isn’t your door? You quickly find that it is, indeed, your front door creaking open. Quickly, you get into the bathtub and hide behind the curtain. Your entire body trembled.
“Little thing”, a deep voice sing-songs in what can only be interpreted as amusement. “I see that you have something that belongs to me.”
The voice is unfamiliar, which is only for the best. You’re able to locate him in your bedroom.
The click of a gun snapping in place makes you flinch against the ceramic tub. If he finds you, you will die.
“Don’t try to hide from me.” You can hear the evident smile in his voice. “I know that you are here somewhere. I saw you on that low resonate web cam of yours just ten minutes ago! I don’t have time to play hide and seek with you. The longer I have to look for you, the less fun it’ll be for you when I find you.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, praying that all of this is a horrible nightmare. Your chest is burning with fear. All you want is to scream and cry, plead and beg for your pitiful little life.
“Little thing, I know that you saw some gruesome stuff on that USB”, he says, his voice now drenched in false pity. “Don’t you want to get rid of that horrible filth, hm? I can take it off your hands. Just come out and give it to me and I will spare your life. What do you say?”
A silence follows. An excruciating silence that makes you want to claw out of your own skin. You prepare yourself to see him ripping the curtain away and putting a bullet through your skull.
“Oh, would you look at that?” His voice appears again, back to the amusement. “A call from your mother? Let’s answer, shall we?”
Panic goes through your entire body as you realize that he has your phone — and, indirectly, your mother, in his hands. You can’t let your family be involved in this! The more people who know, the more people will be in danger and the harder it will be to get out of this mess.
You hurry out of the bathtub, out of the bathroom. You make your way down the corridor and storm into your bedroom. The man is tall with hair as dark as night and when he looks over his shoulder you can tell that his eyes, as well, are as dark as his ruthless soul. He’s standing in front of the same computer you watched the picture on — the same computer he claims he saw you through. He smiles at you, a triumphed ‘i told you so’ smile.
“Please don’t”, you beg. “Don’t answer the call. Please.”
He clicks away the phone call before throwing the phone on the bed. He turns to you. He’s wearing a black suit.
“There you are”, he smirks and tilts his head. “You look much better in person.”
With trembling fingers you fish the USB out of your pocket and throw it at his feet. He looks at it for a few seconds, appearing clueless.
“Take it!” you shriek. “Take it and leave me alone!”
The man scoffs out a surprised laugh and lifts his eyebrows before slowly bending down and picking it up. He looks at it for a few seconds and then at you, meeting your eyes. They’re surprisingly calm.
“Please, just take it and go.” Your voice is barely audible.
The man stays silent for a few seconds before opening his mouth again. “I don’t think I can.”
“W-What? I haven’t done anything, I don’t know how it ended up in my bag, I didn’t steal it. I don’t even know when or how I got it.”
The man seems amused by your rambling. As if he’s hearing a little kid try to reassure their innocence in a sandbox fight.
“I know that you haven’t done anything”, the man calmly answers. “My man’s incompetence of carrying an USB is not your fault. But you have seen what’s on it. You know what it is, don’t you?”
“No”, you lie and shake your head.
He scoffs. “I saw you on your webcam. I know that you understood what was on it. Do you think I can just let you off the hook and walk straight to the police? Now that you’ve seen me too?”
You are going to die. Holy shit.
“I-I won’t tell anyone!” you stutter and start to back away from him. “I will pretend that I have never seen anything. No one will know. Please.”
Before you have time to run, he grabs your arm and pulls you back to him. You scream and try to fight back, but he’s bigger, stronger. He slams his hand over your mouth, forces your back against his chest. You sob and shake your head, your pleas getting muffled by his hand.
“Don’t cry, pretty thing”, he says. “It doesn't suit you.”
With that said, he pulls you out of the apartment. You can feel the gun in his pocket poking your back. You have never been this scared before, and have no idea what your body will do when it is this panicked. To your surprise, it decides to black out.
For a few seconds you're sure that you have dreamt the worst nightmare in your life, until you open your eyes and find that you aren't in your bed. You aren't even in your apartment. Quick eyes search around. A bunker or a basement. Those are your best guesses. Blood, both dried and fresh, covers the cement walls. You hurry to look around your body to make sure that none of the blood belongs to you. For the moment you seem to be unharmed. But for how long? You have chains around your wrists, ankles and throat to keep you in place. Like a dog. You repeat your name, your background and family in your head, just to not go completely insane. Will you ever see them again?
You damn that little piece of plastic and metal, wish that it would self-destruct and ruin that man's life. Such a little thing got you in such big trouble.
A door creaks open above you and your man starts to walk down the stairs to the basement. He's wearing a black buttoned shirt. He has something in his hands.
“Awake now?” he says.
You don't answer. He strolls over to where you're sitting and crouches down. He reaches out for you, removing some hair from your forehead. You will bite his fingers off if he doesn't keep them to himself.
You glare at him. You wish that your eyes could penetrate his skin and pierce his ice cold heart.
“What's your name?” he asks.
“Why do you want to know?” you ask carefully.
“It might be so that you'll have to stay here with me for a while. Telling me your name will make it easier for me to talk to you.”
“What's your name, then?” you ask.
He smiles, and the smile is almost soft. He seems amused by your counter question.
“Silas”, he says. “Achilleos.”
The name rings a bell in your brain. You've heard his name before. On the news. He's a mob boss. Your eyes widen. You really have screwed yourself beyond belief.
“My name won't hurt you”, he smiles.
“It's not the name I'm scared of”, you mutter.
“And your name?”
You hesitate. You know better than to give your name to a literal mob boss, but you also know better than to lie to one.
“Y/N”, you whisper, hoping that he won't hear and that you won't have to repeat yourself.
Silas makes himself more comfortable on the cold, hard floor. He leans on his arm.
“I have to say that I am genuinely sorry for this”, he says. “I don't like pulling innocent people into something they don't have anything to do with. Especially this kind of shit. I have more important things to do. My man stupidly dropped the USB into your bag and now that you have seen what's on it and know who I am, I can't let you go.”
Maybe you shouldn't have asked for his name.
“Normally, I would have killed you”, he says. “But I think that I'm going to keep you for a little while. You interest me.”
You lift your heavy, chained hands and cover your face. Sobbing. Silas removes your hands and lifts your chin up with his index finger.
“Let's make a deal, shall we?” he asks. “I will not hurt you … if you do as I say.”
“So I can't go home again?”
“No, because the second you put that USB in your computer, and I got the notification that someone had opened it, you’ve belonged to me.”
Beyond screwed isn't even enough to describe what you are.
“So?” Silas says. “Do we have a deal?”
What choice do you even have? You nod shortly.
“Good”, Silas says.
He reveals what he had in his hands when walking down the stairs. A small yogurt packet and a spoon. The text on the packet isn't in English.
“I used to eat this when I was a kid”, he says and opens the lid, giving it to you. “I guess that you're hungry.”
You shovel it into your mouth. It tastes like strawberry and is smooth in texture. It's first after eating it all that you remember who gave it to you and perhaps that you shouldn't have eaten it.
“No, I haven't poisoned it”, Silas scoffs. “Didn't I just tell you that I have planned to keep you alive?”
“You could have lied”, you whisper.
He scoffs again as he starts to remove the chains. The weight drops off of you like angel light. Silas pulls you up on your feet, buy your knees buckle the second you try to put pressure on them. Silas catches you and lifts you up in his arms. He carries you up the stairs, to a hall, and then up another flight of stairs. Your body aches.
Silas walks into a bedroom, dressed in modern interior design. You're placed down on a king sized bed, tucked in under heavy blankets. The crinkle of chains makes you flinch. Silas lifts an identical cuff to the ones you wore five minutes ago.
“This is just to keep you here”, he explains and places it around your wrist. “Sleep now.”
With that said, he walks out and leaves you alone. The door closes. You tug at the chain, but it's obvious that you'll stay there. Too tired to cry, you sink down on the mattress. Too alert to fall asleep you stare up at the ceiling. A thought crosses your mind, quick and easy, buy loud enough for your heart to ache. You have to get out of here before it's too late.
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Spared (Agatha Harkness x Reader)
Summary: Agatha can’t resist herself when you ask her to take you to the Road
Warnings: NSFW, naive!reader, deceptive!agatha, mentions of alcohol, thigh riding (R), oral sex (both receiving), fingering, pet names, minors DNI
A/N: quick and dirty fic i wrote in like a day, inspired by a suggestion from @agathas-wife !
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As soon as she laid eyes on you, Agatha knew she had to have you.
You, with your alluring eyes, standing out from the rest of the crowd. You, that’d came to find her after the show. You, who all but begged her to take you to the Witches’ Road that she sang about onstage.
You wanted to go on the Road to recover a destroyed family spell book, you’d explained. You weren’t unique in this request, of course. For years Agatha had been luring in witches with the promise of a journey on the Road to receive what they most desire. The witch had collected a fair share of bodies through this scheme of hers.
But she had no wish to drain you of your powers like she did everyone else. A pretty thing like you didn’t deserve that fate, she was sure. As Agatha led you and the makeshift coven out into a field, she leaned in close to you. “Don’t do what they do.” She whispered quickly, before resuming her position at the front of the group. You looked at her, confused, but her face told you not to ask questions.
Agatha began the speech she’d recited many times before. She smiled at the admiration across your face, your girlish wonder exciting her. You couldn’t help it, you found her captivating. She was still wearing her stage getup, and the leather outfit combined with her tousled hair meant she had your undivided attention.
All of you listened intently before singing the song you all knew by heart. But at the end, no door emerged. You could feel the crush of disappointment and you saw Agatha’s mouth twist into a scowl. “Never have I met such a useless coven of witches.”
Her clear disdain stung, and you could tell the other witches were getting upset. “Come on,” Agatha growled. “Did you learn your craft from the Bible?”
Hands began glowing as the other witches’ anger rose from her jibes. Agatha caught your eye and shook her head almost imperceptibly, and you held off on bringing forth your own magic.
Colourful beams of energy began hitting Agatha, but the witch seemed to be undisturbed. The intensity of the magic hitting her increased, and she stretched out her arms as if she was taking it in. You hardly registered what was happening before the rest of the witches slumped to the ground, their lifeless husks at your feet.
You gasped in horror, looking down at the once-alive witches. “How did that- Did you-?”
Agatha feigned her own disappointment as she closed the gap between the two of you. “It’s so unfortunate but this happens sometimes.” She sighed, shaking her head. “The Road can be fickle, and witches aren’t patient creatures. I’ve had to learn to be defensive, Y/N.”
Agatha eyed you, trying to gauge your reaction, as your expression morphed from fear to sadness. Seeing you like this only fuelled her desire, and she smirked to herself as she wrapped an arm around you.
“Why don’t we get away from this, hm?” She asked. You nodded, and with a wave of her hand you two were in what you figured was her trailer.
Agatha motioned for you to sit on the couch as she poured a glass of liquor for the both of you. You accepted gratefully before downing it, wincing slightly at the burn.
“I’m sorry about earlier, doll. I’m trying to improve the ability to conjure the Road…but until then, it’s what I have to do.” Agatha studied your face, her gaze catching on the pout of your lips.
You grabbed her hand in yours and gave it a squeeze. “That must be so difficult.”
“Yes,” Agatha put on a frown. “So difficult.” Ever the actress, she willed her eyes to brim with tears.
“Oh, Agatha,” your expression was plain sympathy, and it took everything in Agatha to not cackle at how easy this was. “I’m so sorry.” You leaned in to give the older witch a hug. Agatha could feel desire coiling within her as she wrapped her arms around you, breathing in your scent.
As you pulled away from the hug, Agatha brought a hand up to brush hair away from your face. Her fingers came to rest on your chin lightly, forcing you to hold her intense gaze. “Don’t be sorry, pretty girl.”
Slowly, she brought her mouth to yours and you found yourself sinking into the kiss. Agatha’s lips were hungry, dominating, and you moaned when her tongue slipped into your mouth.
Agatha pulled away suddenly, and she revelled in how you leaned in, chasing the feeling of her lips. She stood up and sauntered over to the bed at the other end of the trailer, dropping the leather jacket she was wearing to the floor. She continued stripping her clothes as she climbed onto the bed. Settling herself between the pillows, she looked at you expectantly. “Coming, doll?”
You felt your breathing quicken as you made your way over to her naked form, illuminated softly by the lights on her vanity. Before you could get on the bed, Agatha stopped you. “Ah, ah,” she tutted, motioning with her hand for you to take off your clothes.
Heat rose in your cheeks as you began stripping your clothes off for her. You could see Agatha watching intently, lips parted, as you pulled your panties down your legs before unclasping your bra.
Agatha hummed in approval as you crawled towards her before straddling her lap. Her mouth met yours again, hungrily, and both of your moans filled the small space. She maneuvered under you so that you were straddling one of her legs now, and you groaned at the pressure against your bare pussy.
“Oh,” Agatha smirked as you began grinding down onto her thigh, your slick slowly dripping out of you. “Feels good doesn’t it bunny?”
Biting your lip, you nodded furiously. “Use your words.” Agatha said, grabbing your chin to force your mouth open.
“Yes,” you cried out. “Feels so good.”
Agatha began trailing wet kisses along your jaw. You felt her lick a stripe along your neck with her tongue before she made her way to your tits. Eagerly, she sucked and nibbled at your nipple, using her hand to pinch the other. Agatha looked up at you and could tell you were close. “Come for me, baby. Come on my thigh.”
You groaned as waves of pleasure rocked through you, and you brought your mouth back down to Agatha’s. The older witch moaned, and her hands gripped your waist as she guided you so that you were under her now.
Agatha began trailing kisses down your stomach, her tongue lazily drawing circles as she made her way to your center. Between your thighs, she nearly drooled at the sight of your glistening folds. She traced a finger along them, brushing your clit gently, laughing when you hissed. “Mm, don’t say you’re too sensitive for me now, bunny.”
Unable to hold herself back any longer, Agatha buried her face between your legs. Her tongue ran through your folds, collecting your juices. She hummed as she savoured the taste, your taste, before she slid two fingers into you and began pumping them in and out. “Fuck,” you groaned, the added sensation fuelling the pleasure building inside you.
Agatha marvelled at how your walls squeezed around her digits. Your moans were getting louder, and she wrapped her free arm over your hips, which were beginning to buck up against her. Her tongue swirled over and around your clit, and she picked up a pattern of sucking it into her mouth and releasing.
“Agatha,” you moaned. The older witch’s piercing gaze held yours as you came undone, your back arching off the bed. Agatha’s grip was strong and she held you in place while you rode out the waves of pleasure, her mouth not leaving your center.
As you came down from your high, Agatha moved up from between your legs. But before she could bask in the satisfaction of making you come again, you were straddling her.
“Up for round three already, pretty girl?” Agatha grinned from underneath you. You answered by meeting her mouth with yours, savouring the flavour of your juices. “I need to taste you,” you mumbled against her lips.
You helped her move onto her stomach so that her back was now to you. Agatha moaned softly as you trailed your tongue down her neck sloppily, your lips leaving marks behind. Your hand snaked its way down over her ass to her center, where you rubbed a finger through her folds before pushing it in.
Agatha grunted underneath you at the feeling of your fingers filling her aching hole. Her hands gripped the sheets as you slowly moved your fingers in and out. Your mouth continued its ministrations on the sensitive skin of her neck before nibbling at her ear lobe.
“Oh,” Agatha groaned as you quickened the pace of your fingers. You could feel her slick gathering on your hand as the sound of your fingers pumping into her filled the room. “God, yes, baby.”
You felt her walls clench around you as she came, but you were relentless. Before she could relax you were between her legs, arms under her hips to prop her onto all fours.
“F-fuck,” Agatha groaned when your tongue made contact with her folds. You slurped up her juices, probing her opening with your tongue before flicking her clit. Agatha’s face was pushed into the pillows, her back arched, as you circled her clit before sucking it into your mouth.
You felt her hand reach back and grip your hair, shoving your face deeper into her pussy. “Right there, don’t stop- agh, good, good girl.” Agatha cried out as her orgasm shook through her body.
Both of you panting, you collapsed next to her on the pillows. Agatha clasped your face, bringing you in for a deep kiss, her tongue gathering the remnants of her juices from your lips.
“Maybe I could help you,” you mumbled softly.
Agatha smirked. “Oh you’ve helped me plenty, doll.”
“No,” you giggled. “With the Road. I could try and help you in conjuring it.”
“Oh,” Agatha’s eyebrows raised. She’d nearly forgotten about that whole thing. “Yes, you’d be a huge help.” She grinned.
Was it wrong to lie to you? Maybe. But Agatha would be damned if she let morals get in the way of keeping you by her side.
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౨ৎ⊹. BOYFRIEND!KENJI HEADCANONS! ── PART TWO.
── content warnings: F!reader, mention of emiko, mina, emi and professor sato, Kenji and you being Emi's parents, ultraman form and first part here!
── word count: 683!
⭑.ᐟ Becoming a warm routine, you and Kenji watched his old matches together, which were recorded by his mother, and it was, devoutly, impossible not to be moved by little Kenji in the presence of his teammates and Emiko's screams of celebration; who offered support and support for his son.
⤷ So, whenever you noticed the momentary change in his posture, caused by the commotion and emotion that was moving in his chest, leaving him vulnerable, you would rest your head on his shoulder and wrap one of your hands around his arm, signaling that you would always be there. supporting, loving and respecting him.
⭑.ᐟ Kenji, at every moment, in fact, always looked at your lips while you spoke, explained or even hummed something; it was automatic, he didn't know how to control it or moderate himself about it. — And he didn't even hide it, casually, he had given up trying to hide the action. — Well, it's not his fault if your mouth is so irresistible.
⤷ Yes, every time you opened your mouth, telling him how your day was or scolding him for getting hurt during a battle, there were Sato's eyes traveling over your lips.
"Emi's reflexes are improving, and Mina will examine her once more." — You said, correcting your posture on the sofa to admire the baby, who was playing with Mina, and finding it adorable. — "Oh! And she's learning another dance, you've got to see it." — Turning your head towards Kenji, you find his eyes, completely, immobilized on one part of your face, specifically, on the region of your lips. — "Ken? Can you hear me?" — No answer. — "Kenji?"
⭑.ᐟ During the beginning of your relationship, Kenji occasionally referred to you as his wife; he simply loved calling you that. — Because he felt, in his heart, that, in the future, it would be true and, in fact, official; he believed it. — Soon, it had become something so natural and special, also, very deep.
⤷ There were times, and some press conferences and magazine articles, when Sato mentioned you as his wife and didn't worry about questions from journalists. — Mainly, in his interview with Ami, when asked who he attributed his important change to.
"I wouldn't be here without my family, simple as that." — He explained, with an air of confidence and determination, focusing on his words. — "My dad, mom, wife…"
⭑.ᐟ Furthermore, Kenji refers to you as the mother — temporary, or also the second mother — of Emi; and Mina reinforced the insinuation, showing photos and videos of you to the baby, just like she did with Ken's. —Usually, when she didn't obey his orders or refused to learn something new, like a child, Kenji would declare that you wouldn't like to know about her stubbornness.
"Listen here, young lady!" — In the form of Ultraman, lurking and trying to reach the baby lizard, which was running and having fun around the base, Kenji didn't like the current situation. — "If your mother knows you don't want to take a shower, she won't be happy with you. — The robotic voice exclaimed from the place. — "And not even with me."
⭑.ᐟ You know that scene where he, in his Ultraman form, is sleeping with Emi and his father? This keeps happening between you! — Due to tiredness, exhaustion from the care you are taking with her, you and Kenji fall asleep with the big baby. — With Ken around, holding and protecting you from everything.
⭑.ᐟ When he woke up, with his clothes wrinkled and his hair completely messy and unruly, accompanied by the mug "I hate mornings", Sato found you and Mina watching Emi, who was sleeping peacefully. — After hours of singing an old and graceful lullaby, your voice had captivated the child. — He was still dazzled, but not surprised, by this situation.
"So, she fell for your charms?" — His morning voice, so hoarse and pleasant, compromising with good humor, even if a little exhausted. — "Huh?" — Arriving from behind, he rested his head on your shoulder, fitting in, as usual.
"Oh, yeah." — You answered, with conviction and grace, moving your hands to his messy hair, stroking it.— "Just like you one day fell!"
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"and this leads him to finally realise that he has to stop giving them second chances and cut them out of his life for good for his own sake. "
Or how about you stop projecting your own issues into Branch's situation? Because you really just excused actual toxic influence while framing Brozone as those "terrible abusers that should never be forgiven 😫😫😫".
Like I'm really sorry dude if this beginning sounds harsh, but it starts to get a bit ridiculous with how much you villainise Brozone. You yourself don't have to like or forgive them if you don't feel like it, but misconstructing and twisting the events and narrative of the movie and bashing it for not going according to your likings is just wrong.
For starters: Branch didn't actually lead beforehand, so don't know where that came from. And sure saving your brother from certain death is oh so selfish of them 🙄. As if the other 3 weren't already far away from the twins' grasp by the time of Better Place, and if they truly were selfish, they wouldn't get themselves caught.
And now onto the twins because really it shows your double standards: just because Velvet and Veneer were together for the most part does not mean their dynamic was healthier. Heck, V&V are teens younger than Brozone, their own break-up happens about the same age Brozone's break-up did (no babies involved though). Let me tell you that living with an abuser who gaslights you about it is way more damaging than you give it credit for here.
Veneer didn't mind the privilege he had, but it was not what he wanted. He wanted to have a good time with his sister and work for their popularity. But Vel always shut him down and refused to listen to him. She also refused him to ever express anything that didn't align with her own goals. Veneer does not want to torture Floyd, and his first and most important reason why he doesn't go against Vel is because he loves her and is just scared. But that's not healthy in the slightest. Heck, Velvet immediately manipulates Veneer by telling him what he wants to hear while also proving Floyd "wrong". Vel knew very well what happened, that Veneer caught Floyd and Floyd tried to reason with him, so she specifically decided to play on his good side just so he would do as she told him. And it's not the first time she tried to twist the narrative just to appeal to him. And I'm sorry but Floyd didn't get into Veneer's head, he literally was trying to open his eyes.
Coming back to them being the same age when Brozone broke up: V&V are the main antagonists of the movie, and the antagonists' role and purpose is to oppose the protagonist and they do so by being the dark reflection of them. The "protagonist if they made a bad decision in the end". That's why the protagonist has to overcome them, as an extension of overcoming their own flaws and learning the lesson the story tries to tell. V&V represents what Brozone used to be and how it would end up if they didn't break up sooner. Making them healthier than Brozone just doesn't make sense, especially since it's not the Brozone who's the villain.
Really, I start to think the reason you're so pissed at Brozone while even saying V&V are somehow better siblings is that you might struggle yourself with abandonment issues (and I'm very concerned for you because of this 😕I can tell your family is abusive but how comes Velvet doesn't bother you more than Brozone), hence it doesn't bother you how Velvet actually treats Veneer because at least she still didn't leave him. But there's a reason why Veneer cutting off Velvet is more triumphant than Brozone cutting off each other. Ultimately, Velvet is incredibly selfish, and when Veneer admits their faults, she'd rather act as if she doesn't know him.
Now onto Branch because I keep seeing the "Branch has to stop making excuses for them" Branch never fucking excused them through the entire movie. Heck, during the movie he essentially refuses to forgive his brothers until the very end. Even when they got Clay you could say he didn't forgive them but was looking forward to it, only for the rug being pulled under his feet once it's clear the Brozone doesn't intend to change. He calls them out on it and actually rejects them when this happens, so I'm surprised you don't glorify this scene at all when it's precisely what you wanted. Guess it's about the fact that it's not final in hindsight, but Branch was there and then made the decision you wanted him to make.
However, this decision would not heal Branch or help him move on. Branch was hurt because his brothers left him alone. Choosing to be alone is not the answer though. Isolating yourself when you are rejected doesn't help you. It only further hurts you. Branch at the end of the day wanted his family back, so for him to not get it back and just reject it is not a triumph, it's a loss. Branch doesn't forgive their crap over and over again either, he pretty much doesn't ever forgive them at all until he too has to work with them. But I guess a healing family being happy is actually a crime.
But once Branch does call them out, they in fact do change as once again, they still went to Mount Rageous when they could've just left if they were ever so selfish. Both Bruce and JD still helped save Clay even when trapped in diamond prisons, even though they could've just stayed behind or even run away like that. But they didn't. And the "suddenly decided to play the ball" playing the ball was the plan right from the start my friend.
The message of the movie: embrace that family is composed of individuals who are flawed and will never fit the perfect image of a family
Your message for some reason: cut family off once they wrong you once, be alone and angry, and never make mistakes or you're more irredeemable than obviously toxic people who made plenty of other mistakes but the very one you made.
I seriously advise you to maybe step back, resolve your own issues in a healthy manner, and then look back at the movies because you're warping the actual movie's message into indeed something very trashy, something that is also not real.
opinion time Bro zone are no Better than Velvet so the film having Veneer cut her out of his life at the end is weird and Hypocritical.
okay to start with
Bro zone agreeing to let Branch lead in the Harmony isn't some big character changing moment for 2 reasons 1. they literally let him lead on the Bro zone's back song earlier in the film.
and 2. their lives were literally in danger and they had no choice also notice how they weren't able to achieve when it was just about saving Floyd but when their own lives are in danger suddenly they are willing to play ball wow my heroes 😅😅😅😅
so yeah the movie uses that as the big moment to show the start of Bro zone healing since afterwards all we see is them all being pitch perfect with each other again.
but it just is not enough hell it doesn't count for anything imo its the same logic as Creek saying he was selling out Poppy for her lol.
Bro zone had to literally be forced to do something decent and even then it was in part for their own selfish interests.
and afterwards they didn't show any more regret for their past actions or anything of the such so the film doesn't tell us they are sorry and have changed but it doesn't show us that with their actions either.
so can the people who defend the film by saying that it didn't need a scene of them explicitly saying sorry because actions speak louder than words please stop saying that because the film didn't do what your saying it did either.
leaving aside their crimes Velvet and Veneer are less toxic siblings imo because well for one their actually family in the ways that matter they grew up together have a bunch of shared life experiences.
and presumably been there for each other through loads of good and bad times unlike Bro zone who were absent Branch's whole life.
and in present day their actually on the same page a lot more they don't fight as much as Bro zone and even in the scenes where they present Velvet as mistreating Veneer she still isn't as vile as JD and Bruce were in that argument scene.
plus despite the film claiming that she's an abusive monster to Veneer she doesn't seem to have had much effect on him he seems pretty comfortable being himself around her until Floyd started getting in his head telling him that Velvet is mistreating him.
unlike Bro zone leaving Branch with severe abandonment issues to the point he even questioned if Poppy was going to leave him too.
so yeah her actions of torture and kidnap are horrible don't get me wrong but in terms of what the movie tries to say about her as a sibling I find it arsed backwards tbh.
her and Veneer seem to have a pretty normal bit of Brother Sister Banter that's deffo no where near the toxicity of Bro zone.
if anything the film's message would have made more sense if it showed that even as they were getting arrested at the end of the film V and V were somehow still able to have a more stable relationship than Branch's brothers were with each other.
making for a sad irony that these two terrible people could make their family work but Branch's family couldn't.
and this leads him to finally realise that he has to stop giving them second chances and cut them out of his life for good for his own sake.
and that being okay given he doesn't owe them anything simply for being his "" family "" and even Poppy who Despite Viewing the idea of family through a Rose tinted lens at the start after the films events finally sees things in a more fair light.
and supports Branch in his choice to end things with his Brothers who could have just started arguing again straight away after Floyd was freed and V and V were arrested.
and Branch finally tells them he's done with them not even in an angry way just a somber disappointed way.
would have made more sense as an overall message with how the film presents the Brothers as it is because the message of "" family being flawed but still a good thing "" does not work with Bro zone imo.
they ain't just a little flawed they are toxic and selfish and did not show enough good to warrant the happy family ending so the message of "" it being okay to cut toxic family out of your life for your own sake "" would have been a hell of a lot more healthy.
than the message of "" just forgive crap over and over again simply because some stranger happens to share blood with you "" that crap's toxic.
and does not make for a satisfying story the ending just feels empty to me and honestly depresses me a bit I was a Big fan of Trolls before this film came out and I was very excited for TBT.
but this film has honestly left a black mark on the franchise for me I've never had a films story bother me on a personal level as much as this one's did.
it basically felt like it was telling me to forgive my abusive family and give them another chance despite them showing no meaningful change or remorse for their past behaviours.
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#like I get it really#what Brozone did is incredibly shitty#but saying how they're somehow worse than actual toxic family dynamic poised in actual antagonists of the movie#and gaslighting people to believe the movie is about forgiving abusers over and over again because of blood#when Branch himself literally refers to JD as his former brother the first time we meet him#against Poppy's claims about how DNA works#and him clearly not being comfortable with his bros until he sings with them#somehting he missed and enjoyed doing#but still didn't ever get over his hurt feelings#bro it's just wrong#no one tells you from this movie to forgive your abusive family#fuck it the movie tells you to cut such trashy people off until they actually start improving#then you can decide whether or not to reunite with them#and if your issue is that you're alone and you miss your family#then don't reject them just because#forgiveness also requires work#but you have to put effort on both sides
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hii!, hope you have a nice day<3, could I request alastor with a VERY VERY ticklish reader? with like alastor giving a hug to reader and him figuring out they’re ticklish (and using it to his advantage, fluff too!♡︎)
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆
Alastor has tried everything he could think of, but your mood still hasn't improved.
He's resorted to the most humiliating scenario imaginable: knocking on Charlie's door and asking for her help while grinding his teeth. For you, he's swallowing his pride.
There's no discernible reason for you to be upset, nor has the Radio Demon been successful in finding a way to make your terrible crying stop.
You might as well plunge your hand into his chest and squeeze his heart until it stills. At least then he wouldn't have to feel this horrible ache just looking at your tears.
"Did you offer them their favourite food?"
"Of course I did."
Charlie thinks for a moment, hand on her chin. The Princess of Hell has a whole whiteboard of ideas going on how to make you feel better.
"How about hot chocolate? Hot chocolate always makes me feel better!"
"I don't think that's quite—"
"Oh! I know! What about singing a song? That always makes us feel better!"
Alastor's head tilts. While that was true, he's not sure the sentiment would exactly carry over.
"I... don't think so, my dear."
Finally, after filling the board with countless ideas and subsequently crossing them off, Charlie sighs and flops onto the couch next to him. "I give up. If only they could be cured with your hugs or something."
"... Hugs?"
Deathly silence fills the air as the Princess stares at him blankly.
"You... did try that, right?"
Alastor's ears twitch in lieu of an answer.
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆
You've decided to hole up in your room again.
For whatever reason, it annoys Alastor. He hasn't been able to see your face all day, and as ridiculous as it sounds, he's become quite attached to you.
He doesn't bother knocking, instead opting to slip through the crack of your door in shadows and materializing beside your bed with a dimming smile.
You don't seem to stir at his sudden appearance, apparently used to his shenanigans.
"What do you want?" You murmur miserably from under your blankets, which are coiled up around you while you wallow.
"Come now, darling. It's a beautiful day in Hell! Why don't you join me for a stroll?"
He perches himself on the edge of your bed as you groan and pull the sheets tighter to your body.
"Go away, Al."
"Why, you've been absolutely pitiful, my dear. What's gotten you so down?" Reaching over, he peels the blankets away from your face so he can finally look at you.
There's a familiar throbbing ache of his heart when he sees your tears. When you don't answer, he sighs.
"Would a hug help?" He asks, trying not to cringe. He holds his arms open with a shaky smile. You blink at him with wide eyes.
"... Really?"
He hesitates, but then your eyes sparkle with the tiniest bit of wonder and happiness, so he surrenders. "Hurry and come here before I change my mind."
You shuffle across the bed, abandoning all your blankets and pillows in the process. After you've shed the layers, you slot into his arms.
At first he's stiff as a board, awkwardly patting your back. But then you relax in his arms, melting against him. Smile softening, he pulls you closer into his chest and squeezes.
Giggle.
Alastor's eyes fly open. Jerking back, he looks at you in bewilderment.
"Is something wrong?"
"N-No!" You exclaim, slithering away from him.
"Are you... ticklish?" He asks, amused by your flustered expression.
"I'm not!" You lie through your teeth, squirming to put some distance between your bodies.
"Really, now~?"
He suddenly lunges at you, enveloping you again in his hold and purposefully poking at you with his fingers. You burst out into a fit of giggles, writhing to get away from him.
"Al!" You shriek with laughter. Shoving him away, you finally have a moment to catch your breath while you wipe away the tears gathering in your eyes.
Alastor reaches out, gentle this time, thumbs pulling at your smile. He admires it softly. As much as he hates to admit it, just seeing your face lit up fills him with relief.
"That's more like it, darling. Show me your lovely smile."
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