#i went with the first ocs off the top of my head

[axetivev]

— Summary: You and Renn are the truest definition of rivalry to lovers. At least, that was your co-workers kept telling you two, after a heated argument. One of Renn's buddies told you to have sex just to tease you two, which ended up with something...

— Warnings/Tags: Mirror Sex, Slight Cockwarming, Degrading(?), Renn is a virgin, Porn with Plot, Rivalry to Lovers(?).

— Words: 2.4k

— A/N: first oc fic + it's long ass fck.... I was actually planning to write something jjk first. but oh how fun of fate to just suddenly make me busy for a lil while. More of my ocs are coming. I hope you enjoyed this fic !!

— Pairing: Oc!Kaede Renn x Male Reader

“You—[L. Name] I’ve already told you. We. Cannot. Take. His. Case.”

“Why then!? Can’t you at least explain why, Kaede!?”

The sound of screams echoed through the firm. As your and Renn’s lighting the room from the once quiet now loud.

Being a lawyer wasn’t really your dream, but your parents forced you to. Working your butt off by so many papers while they talked about how much success their son will gave them when they barely paid attention to you, but who cares? You’ll just cut them off the moment you graduate. And you did. And after years looking for a job, you found yourself working on the top law firm on the city.

Everyone in the firm were better then home. They were supportive of one another, until you finally crossed paths with the man who neither everyone loves him or hates him. Kaede Renn.

Everything was normal when you first met him. But not even a month in, you two found yourselves arguing rather to take a case. Specifically, a case about murder, the client, a girl in her 20s was accused of murdering her brother, when the first time you met her, Renn was there. Even after looking how “innocent” she seemed to be. Renn immediately rejected her, as she left feeling down. There was it. How the tree of argument started, from many and many others coming.

Back to your current position, you and Renn were separated by one of Renn’s buddies, Yoshida Kanade. She stepped between both of you with her hands on your and his chest. Making you both froze, the female looked to both males with a sigh, followed by a disappointed look on her face. “Y’know, [L. Name], if you and Kaede wanted to be loud. I suggest, not here.”

You paused, Renn raised an eyebrow, before he asked, crossing his arms. “And what’s your suggestion?”

“Renn’s bedroom.” Kanade cleared her throat, skipping away like nothing ever happened. Like she never said something. Leaving you and Renn just started at each other, your face red from how bold her choice of words, Renn? He covered his face with his right hand.

“…I’m in for that idea.” Renn’s voice was barely a whisper. You snapped your head at him, jawdropped. “You piece of—” “Language.” With that, Renn immediately grasped for your wrist. Bolting out of the firm like it was the last day on earth.

“What’s wrong with Kaede? Doesn’t he had more work to do—”

“Yeah, in his bed with [L. Name].” Kanade chuckled to herself.

You swore to yourself you’ll kill Kanade after this.

You just casually looked down on the car with your fingers fidgeting. Who’s car? Obviously, Renn’s. His eyes were on the road, not even taking a glance at you making you even more nervous. Fuck, is he going fuck you? By the looks in his black eyes, there’s a chance, it’s a yes. But the term “fuck you” can go by him actually fucking you, making you dumb or him, actually destroying you both physically and mentally. What if he choose—

A hand went to your thigh—immediately making you snapped to reality and gasped as you look straight ahead, seeing that the traffic lights was red light. Renn just continue his silence staring ahead, his left arm resting on the edge of the window. His cheek resting on his knuckles, seemingly unbothered by the fact his hand in your thighs. You found it annoying but made no absolute effort to pray his hand away—you just follow his gaze, looking forward.

“Something in your mind?” Is all he said before the lights go green, he released his grip on your thighs as he continued to drive like nothing happened. You mutely nodded which Renn answered with a grunt. Not wanting to continue the conversation.

“What the fuck—” “I must repeat myself; Language. [L. Name].”

When you made it to the Kaede’s resident. You just stared up to this place he called “home”, this is not a home! But a fucking mansion. Even in the entrance, there a gate in black and even a whole ass garden with a fountain in the center. Renn was just acting casual but this isn’t what you used to. Your childhood home was average to say the least, it’s still livable. Even with some parts broken and your parents making no effort to fix them.

What if he used money and bribe—

“Don’t think too much.” Renn’s voice was calm with a hint of harshness within making your froze. His answer was like he just read your mind which was somewhat scary. Once you two were in front of the actual doors of the house, Renn pulled out his coat and placing in his left arm before using his right hand to opened the door.

…Bigger like expected. You just stared at everything.

The chandelier, which light up the room, the furniture from expensive brands around the place, the two separated stairs in the middle with a damn campfire, pictures of Renn, and four other people, everything about this place just makes your bank account feel insecure.

“I’m home…” With a blink of an eye, a girl, perhaps still 17-18 came from the left side of the stairs, her eyes were similar to Renn, but instead of a navy hair like him, her hair was close to midnight.

“Hiroto is somewhere with Yukii…” The girl looked down before groaning, you honestly felt bad. Wait, who’s Hiroto? And Yukii?

“That kid never listen—” Renn pinched the bridge of his nose, he turned back to face you. Using his palm to show the girl. “That, is Kaede Sukii. She’s the third child of the family.”

He wasn’t like this in the firm… He looked rather calm. Not saying that he wasn’t came in work, but he doesn’t carry that professionalism. That professionalism that lead you to this. You still questioned yourself if he’s gonna fuck you to he is gonna actually fucking you.

Sukii just waved her hand at you with a polite smile. You waved back before she goes back from her room, Renn groaned after she left. Rubbing his temples. “She’s my sister, unfortunately.”

“…Why unfortunately?” Your eyes slightly widened, Renn had siblings?

“Her and Hiroto are my siblings. Since my parents death, I was the one responsible for both.” Renn said calmly, grabbing your wrist before he dragged you without glancing back. “Let’s make it quick before Hiroto knew what will I be going.”

Never in your life you’d be with Renn, even though in the past, you two had little beefs that didn’t let to arguments. You still hated the fact that someone like him, making you sat on his lap, your legs spread as his two of his fingers inside of your rim.

His fingers was long, pushing his digits deep inside of you, brushing over your prostate. His words from earlier replayed in your mind, besides your mind being foggy out of his fingers, you recall Renn saying he was a virgin.

But what virgin fingers someone until they moaned and made their brain almost melt!? It’s not like you didn’t trust him. But his fingers was too good to be called virgin, his fingers stretched your hole, your cock slowly getting close to its orgasm as Renn’s middle finger kept pressing your prostate.

It's more humiliating for the fact you’re already naked while he still wears his white shirt. Your body trembled when the tip of his fingers almost out from your rim making you whimper from the lost. But you tried to breathe, his fingers were rough, when you tried to take a breath—he slammed his fingers back, your back arched as your cock reached its peak, cumming to your stomach, your hand grabbed Renn’s biceps letting out a moan, Renn’s fingers fucking your hole until your dick stopped cumming.

“You… you’re such a slut. [Name].” Renn rested his chin over your shoulder, you slightly jumped by him calling you with your actual name, not your last. But not just that, but the fact he called you a slut.

You felt Renn pulled his fingers out, making you whimper at the lost, his index finger, which had some of your cum, he circled his index round your rim. A gasped escaped your lips, you looked up to look a Renn, you swore you saw a smirk playing on his lips. He then left you rest in his bed for a moment as he gets up, your eyes were still dazed. But at least, you can take a look over the celling of his bed, which in white. You heard a noise which make you slightly snapped, you tried to sat up, only for Renn to pin you down. His black eyes staring at you. He blurted out; “Let’s fuck.”

Your eyes slightly widened by how blunt his words were. You never heard him cursed. Well, technically when he called you a slut but you didn’t count it, he didn’t let you answer. Immediately making you sat on his lap, raising your thighs, were his left arm immediately wrapping around you. You closed your eyes for a moment from whatever he was doing, but it seems he doesn’t want that. Immediately, he plunged his cock inside of you, making you scream his name and resulting you to open your eyes. Where it was, a mirror.

Right in front of your face. Everything about you was captured your very figure, even showing clear as day; Renn’s cock inside of your asshole. But he was kind enough to let you get comfortable, he immediately slammed his hips against yours, he lets out a grunt while you let out a whimper. How big even is he!? You can’t tell, but it felt humiliating that the mirror was in front of you. You felt your ego melting away as he rammed your hole like no tomorrow.

You felt Renn’s hand slowly grasped your chin, hesitantly, he leaned forward—pulling you to a heated kiss. Renn’s tongue was dancing against yours as your moans were swallowed by him. Perhaps, he did so because you were too loud for his liking. This aroused you so much, you never felt this horny for a man, especially Renn. For a virgin, he’s a good kisser. Really.

His hips paused for a moment as you two continue your silly little kiss. You wanted to breath but Renn doesn’t let you. When you tried to pulled the kiss, he just slammed his lips against yours. His cock was still inside of you, you were warming up his cock, bonus points, his cock was also hitting your prostate. That’s fucking hot. And you hated it.

“R–Renn—” You whimpered between his lips, he slowly parted your lips with his, Renn quietly studied your face, before ramming his cock back, even rougher as you gasped. Your second climax was right around the corner.

Renn saw the way your cock twitched. A smile formed between his lips. “Ah, about to cum already? I haven’t even come close yet. You’re just like a bitch in heat.”

“Renn you asshole!” You groaned, his words were so vulgar. Out of control. Unlike his usual self on the firm, but you don’t hate it, you literally made no effort to fight back.

But your orgasm came on quick. You threw your head back, resting on Renn’s shoulder as a loud moan escaped your lips, followed by small whimpered and you calling his name repeatally like a prayer. Cum, specifically yours stained the white sheets. Renn’s sheets—but the man himself just kept thrusting until he followed his own climax. You felt warmth inside of you, you honestly wanted to complain because he didn’t wore a condom. But you just don’t had the energy to do so.

Renn’s cock was still inside, you wanted to sleep. Your eyes met with Renn, it was clear he isn’t tired yet, but he seemed to be slightly concerned by your appearance. Before you got here. You looked tidy, handsome. Just perfect—but now, you were a mess.

“[Name]…” He tested your name on his lips, he slowly tried to pulled his dick, his eyes slowly widened when you pushed him down. A gasped came from your lips, feeling his cock was right on your prostate. “Hey, seriously. If you’re tired we can—”

You shook your head. “One… one more.” Fuck, you were cock drunk. Renn, at first seems unsure, his hand made contact to your waist. Embarrassed, he slowly nodded. “Fine…”

That one more time? Yeah, ended up with a total of four rounds. You slowly woke up from a random dream that Renn confessed to you that he loved you in the firm with everyone watching. You felt all the parts of your body was sore. But at least, you wore something. Perhaps it was Renn’s clothes. When you tried to get up, only to feel Renn’s arms wrapping around your waist. Making you groan, you turned around, trying to pray him off with your hand.

“Renn…” You whispered. He grunts.

You sighed, you then slowly raised your voice. “Renn.”

He shook his head.

“RENN!”

“Tch, fine…” The man, that asshole. Finally let’s you go, turning to the other side of the bed. Renn grunts as he falls back to sleep, you stood up, nearly falling in the process.

Shit, how are you gonna work now? Your face was flushed from embarrassment. Your legs just trembled, refusing to walk when you heard a moan—you snapped your head to the door. You rushed (suddenly making you able to walk) to see what’s going on, you bursted into the room next to Renn’s. You found…

Fuck.

You found a male, fucking maybe—a trans man. Maybe you were dreaming. The first male was similar to Renn, you suspected it was Hiroto. And the man who was below him. You don’t really know who, he just had black hair and his left eye was covered. A smirked played on Hiroto’s lips. “Oh? You must’ve be Renn’s fuck buddy, yeah?”

Before you could say something—literally even to breath, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Renn, already wearing something, he dragged you back to his room. Leaving a glance at his brother. “Keep your boyfriend’s voice down…”

“Ohhh, Yukii’s? Alrighty, boss!” Hiroto giggled, you looked at Yukii who covered his face out of embarrassment.

What an odd morning to start your day…!

[so-very-small]

we should acknowledge the parasocial relationship we have with g/t oc’s seen in the tags on the regular. like it’s not just ‘omg cool art!’ anymore but also ‘omg its my beloved giant friend Holly’. i see Kip and Henry and wave like they’re neighbors i see when out checking the mail. Jason and Natasha are like family friends who’s posts i like on instagram. Chrome and Poppy? they are more famous than Beyonce to me. i love everyones OCs and i love seeing them so much

[sparklingchim]

yours, but not yours; m | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 3.6k

tropes: hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, college!au, fwb, brother's best friend

rating: 18+

warnings: protected sex, breast play, missionary, fingering, jk bites her once, choking, jelly jk 😋, jelly oc!!, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, hair pulling, oc is mesmerised by his beauty (so real), gentle koo <3, but also rough koo 😠, they fight 😔

summary: pov: you're his, he's yours, but only when it's convenient.

a/n: hi the first version of this actually had a very sweet and gentle ending but then i remembered that i have the power to turn it sad so here we are 😋

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The moment Jungkook steps into your room, an immediate pout appears on his mouth.

“You undressed without me?”

You giggle as he takes in your bare skin, his eyes still hungry despite the big disappointment.

“What was the point of sending me a pic in that lacy black set if I don’t even get to see you in it now?”

“Just needed you to get here quickly.”

Jungkook huffs dramatically, still pouting as he reaches back to pull his hoodie over his head. You watch, thoroughly amused, as he shimmies out of his pants with just a little too much urgency – like he’s trying to prove a point.

“I’m always quick,” he retorts. His gaze catches on the tiny puddle of black lace next to your bed, and he pauses. “Wanna put it on for me again?”

“Next time.” You sit up and drag him closer by the waistband of his boxers. “Just want you to fuck me,” you say, palming his semi through the black material. You look up at him, batting your eyelashes. “Please?”

“Fuck, baby.” He groans, head falling back. Almost mindlessly, his hand covers yours, guiding you to squeeze harder. “Your touch feels amazing.”

Pushing the covers completely off, he spreads your legs apart and settles on top of you. You impatiently pull him down and press your lips against his. They’re soft, addictive, and just what you needed right now.

Today’s been a rough day – endless lectures, assignments pilling up, and deadlines creeping closer. Your brain feels overloaded, your shoulders tight from hours of sitting hunched over your laptop. By the time evening rolls around, all you want is to unwind, to shut off the noise in your head for a while.

And luckily, Taehyung is out, and Jungkook had time for you.

“Haven’t seen you in a bit,” you say, breathless.

“You’ve been the quiet one,” Jungkook counters, his nose trailing a slow, deliberate line down to your neck.

“I’ve just been a bit stressed the past few days.”

“But went out with Eunwoo last night?” he murmurs, his lips brushing softly against your skin with every word. He doesn’t stop planting little kisses on your neck, the question slipping out like an afterthought – except you know better.

“How would you know that?”

Jungkook pulls back just slightly, a smug tilt to his lips, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “Your brother is a big yapper.”

“He’s annoying,” you huff.

“Didn’t think you’d let him take you out on a date.”

“You know why,” you say, tilting your head to give him easier access. “Mum likes him, and I don’t feel like explaining that I’m not interested in a boyfriend, or a relationship with anyone, because – oh.” A sharp nip at your skin makes you gasp, and you tug at Jungkook’s hair. “Did you just bite me?”

He soothes the sting with his tongue.

“Too much yapping for a girl who couldn’t wait to have my dick in her pussy.”

“I don’t want any marks.” You push him away from your neck, fingers gripping his jaw just to make a point.

He levels you with a raised brow. “What, so you posh little boy doesn’t see?”

“He’s not a posh little boy.” Your fingers trail over his swollen bottom lip, the moment stretching longer than it should. It’s too easy to get distracted when Jungkook’s pretty face is this close. “He is nice.”

“Nice, huh?”

“Yeah, he took me out for dinner, and then we watched a movie at the cinema.”

“The cinema? You’re right, he isn’t posh at all.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “The cinema was my idea.”

“You’ve been wanting to see Anyone But You, right?”

You only manage to mutter a shaky “yeah” when his fingers dip between your thighs and spread your folds.

“God, baby, you’re so wet.”

“Been thinking about you.” Your back arches off the bed as he slips two fingers inside you. He stretches you out, turning you into putty in his hands.

“Yeah?” Jungkook bites his lip at the sight of you. His eyes are shiny and excited, and you instinctively reach for him and give him a kiss. “Gonna take care of you then.”

You nod quickly, feeling him pressing his fingers even deeper inside of you, and repeatedly stroking your sweet spot. “Make me feel good, please,” you whisper, voice barely holding steady.

You like this with Jungkook – how you never have to ask twice, how he knows you so well, as if he’s spent forever memorising every little reaction. He knows exactly where to touch, where to kiss, how to pull you apart piece by piece.

With his other hand he busies himself with your tits. He fondles and teases, and the sensations send a shiver up your spine, heat pooling deep in your tummy.

“Already so needy for me,” he murmurs, watching you through heavy lashes. “Let go for me, yeah?”

You don’t even need to answer, your body reacts before your mind can catch up, rolling into his touch, chasing the pleasure he’s so effortlessly pulling from you.

Jungkook groans low in his throat, the sound thick with satisfaction as he watches you unravel beneath him. His fingers drive into you with just enough force to make your legs tremble.

“Feel good?” His voice is rough, teasing, but there’s something softer underneath, something warm that only makes your stomach tighten further.

“So good,” you gasp, dragging your nails down his back, pressing them into his skin.

By the time you come down, your body feels boneless, mind hazy, breath unsteady.

It’s just what you needed after today. After all the stress, the overthinking, and the general disaster that was your mood. Now lying here, with Jungkook on top, feeling way too relaxed to move, you realise you should probably spend more time with him. And not just for purely self-indulgent reasons (well, actually, maybe it’s part of it, but can you blame a girl?).

Jungkook rids himself of his boxers and you greedily watch his cock spring up against his tummy. He reaches for your bedside table and fetches a condom from the drawer.

“How do you want me?”

“Just like this,” Jungkook says. He traces the outline of your side, moving slowly down to your hips. “I know your legs are all mushy and trembly.”

You look up at him, trying to muster some sort of comeback, but your mind’s too foggy with him and everything he’s doing to you. “You’re so cocky.”

Jungkook just shrugs, a playful glint in his eyes. “Well, I’m good at what I do.”

He rolls the condom over his cock, and the smug look on his face grows as he watches you struggle to stay composed. He rubs his tip over your pussy and teases your entrance a bit before he slowly pushes his cock into you.

“It’s cute when you can’t even talk back.”

And that’s exactly what annoys you about him. How he always gets his way. How he always gets you like this – weak, pliant, easy to mess with. He enjoys it too much.

Maybe that’s why the next words slip out before you can stop them.

“I heard that you were with Nayeon.” Again.

“Maybe.”

That non-answer makes your stomach twist. You’re not like Jungkook, you can’t pretend it doesn’t interest you – can't pretend not to be nosy. You poke around until you get every detail, and as a result, you know too much. And knowing too much always ends up hurting you.

“Was it more than making out like last time?”

“You wanna talk about me fucking other girls when I’m balls deep inside of you?”

“So you did?”

“What’s it to you?” An annoying grin blooms his face. “Are you jealous?”

“You are,” you counter defensively.

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate when he replies, “I am.”

Maybe if his eyes didn’t hold that soft, starry glow, your heart wouldn’t stumble over itself.

Feeling the way you do feels particularly dangerous while he is fucking you missionary.

“You love to annoy me, don’t you?”

“Annoy you?” Jungkook nudges your jaw with his nose. “I’m just answering your questions.”

“Yet you’re purposefully ignoring one,” you huff with a little pout on your lips.

“So what if I told you I did hook up with her?” His hands grip the backs of your thighs, pushing them up as he draws back a little, creating some distance.

“So you did?”

His silver chains dangles from his neck, catching the light. Usually, you would reach up and tug him closer, but right now, you’re too focused on his face and the changes in his demeanour.

“No.” He shakes his head. “I didn’t.”

Your nails trail lightly over the sculpted expanse of his chest. “She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?”

Jungkook sighs. “I’d love not to think about someone else when I’m with you.”

You don’t know why your tummy feels all funny at the thought of Jungkook being with another girl. You know it shouldn’t, but it does, and it scares you.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you force him closer to you.

“You’re right,” you say quietly, placing a quick peck to his lips. “I’m just too nosy.”

Jungkook smiles against your mouth. “Can’t help it, hm?” he teases. “Get out of your head for me.” His tatted fingers curl around your throat – gentle with a hint of possessiveness just like the next words he whispers. “Let me fuck my girl properly, so all she thinks about is me.”

You barely have time to register the shift before he’s moving, pressing you deeper into the mattress, the weight of him settling between your legs.

“You always think too much,” Jungkook murmurs, his voice a low rasp. His grip on your throat is light but firm, a silent reminder that he’s in control – not that you mind. If anything, it makes your head feel even hazier, your thoughts slipping further away with his touches.

He kisses you again, hungrier this time, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as his hips rock against yours. The friction pulls a gasp from your throat, but he swallows it whole.

“Jungkook,” you exhale, fingers digging into his back.

It’s overwhelming – the way he fills every sense, the way your bodies move together, the heat of his skin against yours. He’s everywhere.

He lets go of your throat and grips your thigh, hooking it over his hip to pull you impossibly closer. You don’t try to hold back the moan when you feel him so deep inside of you. Jungkook groans low in his throat, fingers pressing into your thigh as his pace turns rougher, more desperate.

“Still thinking about it?” he taunts.

You shake your head, but it’s not enough. He doesn’t want words. Jungkook wants to see it, feel it. Wants to pull every thought from your mind until there’s nothing left but him.

“Good,” he whispers, his movement relentless. “Because I don’t want you thinking about anyone else.”

As if you could.

Every roll of his hips sends heat pooling in your stomach, tightening, winding, until you’re clinging to him, chasing the friction, desperate for more.

His hand slides to your jaw, tilting your head so you have no choice but to meet his gaze. “Look at you,” he says, eye half-lidded, but still holding tenderness. “You don’t even realise how good you feel, do you?”

You can’t answer. Can’t think.

His grip tightens as he drives into you again, harder this time, dragging a broken sound from you. The moment he finds it – the spot that makes your whole body tense – your fingers tug at his hair. He groans at the pull, his pace quickening, dragging you closer to the brink with every thrust.

“That’s it,” he mutters. One hand slides between you, fingers working in sync with his movements, and it’s too much. “Go on,” he encourages, leaning down to nip at your jaw. “Let me feel you.”

The pleasure crashes over you in waves. Jungkook’s name slips from your lips in a weak plea as your thighs lock around his hips, your eyes squeezing shut. Overwhelming heat rushes through you, making it impossible to form any coherent thoughts.

Jungkook moans at the way you react, eyes hungry as he watches and feels every second of it. He doesn’t let up, though his thrusts are gentler now to ease you through the aftershocks.

When the haze of pleasure begins to clear, you open your eyes.

In the dim light, with his damp hair sticking to his forehead and his pouty lips kiss-swollen, he looks so pretty. His cheeks are flushed in a pretty pink colour, his lashes dark against his skin, and the warmth in his gaze sends a flutter through your chest.

You imagine he looks at you like you’re something to be admired, like he can’t believe you’re really beneath him, glowing in the aftermath of what he just did to you.

“What?” he asks, voice teasing but soft as he stops his movements. Jungkook tilts his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

You stay quiet. Heat creeps up your neck.

“What’s that look for?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?” His boyish smile widens, knowing, amused. “You’re kinda staring.” His gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips. “You’re all shy now? After that?”

“Shut up,” you grumble, pressing your hands against his chest, but he doesn’t budge. No, he leans in even closer, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Oh no, this is cute,” he muses, fingers tracing the heated skin of your cheek. “You weren’t shy a second ago. What happened, baby?”

You huff, turning your face into his shoulder, and he laughs – a soft, low chuckle that sends warmth spreading through your chest.

“C’mere,” he whispers, tilting your chin back toward him again. His eyes are still twinkling with amusement, but there’s something undeniably fond beneath it. He presses a quick peck to your forehead. “You’re cute when you get all shy on me.”

And then, just as your heart starts to settle, his smirk turns downright wicked.

“Maybe I should make you do that again.”

Before you can protest, he rolls his hips into yours, and in an instant, your thoughts scatter, your embarrassment replaced by something much, much stronger.

Your breath catches as a fresh wave of pleasure sparks through your already sensitive body. Jungkook feels it – the way you jolt beneath him, the way your fingers clutch at his biceps like you don’t know whether to pull him closer or push him away.

“It’s too much,” you whimper.

“You can take it,” he breathes, dark eyes flickering over your face, drinking in every reaction. “One more for me, yeah?”

The pleasure builds impossibly fast, your oversensitive body teetering on the edge before you even realise it. The tension snaps, each second stretching out in a blur of raw need.

“Fuck, baby. That’s a good girl.”

You’re clenching around his cock, making it impossible for him to think about anything else than wanting to cum too.

“Gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

His voice is strained, breaths coming in uneven gasps as he loses himself completely. His brows knit together, lips parted just enough for a shaky exhale to escape.

A deep warmth paints his cheeks. His chest rises and falls in staggered motions as pleasure overtakes him.

Jungkook stills, the muscles on his tummy tightening before finally giving in, his jaw going slack as he releases with a broken sigh. It’s overwhelming, watching him like this, so unguarded and undone.

Jungkook doesn’t pull away immediately. Instead, his arms tighten around you. His lips graze your shoulder absentmindedly, not quite a kiss, just a lingering touch before he exhales deeply.

Eventually, he shifts, adjusting the blankets around you both, making sure you’re covered before settling back against the pillows. His hand finds your waist, fingers drawing slow, lazy circles against your skin.

It’s comfortable, familiar in a way neither of you ever talk about.

You let yourself sink into the warmth of him, lulled by the quiet, until the sharp vibration of your phone cuts through the air.

You don’t move at first, too caught up in the moment, but the Taehyung crosses your mind.

Suddenly, the worst-case scenario unfolds in your head – what if it’s him? What if you just ignored a text saying, hey, home in ten, have you had dinner yet? Because it that’s the case, you’re royally fucked.

Reluctantly, you pick up your phone.

It’s not Taehyung, thank God. If your calculations are correct, then he should be out for another hour or two.

Eunwoo sent you a rotten tomato review of a movie you two watched together

Eunwoo

this review lowkey ruined it for me

You

how dare u say that

ruined our date??

that's rude

Eunwoo

i guess we have to go on another date then

go see a better movie

You giggle at his text. He’s smooth, and he knows it – and he knows that you know, and you kinda hate him for that.

The sheets rustle behind you.

“So, you’re going on another date with him?”

When you look over your shoulder, you see Jungkook’s doe eyes locked on your phone screen.

You realise you might have spent too much time with Jungkook lately – your noisiness is starting to rub off on him.

“It’s not nice to spy on people like that,” you tease, laughing as you put your phone down. But your smile falters when he doesn’t return it. His expression remains unreadable, and the shift in his mood is almost palpable. “What?”

Jungkook tilts is head slightly. “Does he know you’re texting him while you’re naked in bed with me?”

You roll your eyes at his petty remark. “It’s not that serious with him.”

One of his brows lifts, scepticism written all over his face. You’re not sure what’s gotten into him – why he suddenly seems so off – but you don’t like it. Hoping to ease whatever tension he’s feeling, you run your fingers through his messy hair, letting the soft strands slip between your fingertips.

He softens under your touch, but there’s still something lingering in his gaze.

“Does he know that?”

Your fingers still. “I hope he does.”

You swallow, suddenly hyperaware of the weight of his stare. He’s not looking at you the way he usually does – cocky, amused, ready with a silly remark.

“Jungkook,” you sigh, fingers still resting against his scalp. “Why are you acting like this?”

He doesn’t answer right away. His hand slides across your bare thigh, fingertips pressing into your skin like he’s grounding himself. Then, with a shrug, he says. “Just wondering if you’re as casual about this as you say you are.”

Your stomach twists. “I am.”

If it weren’t for you mum constantly pushing you to date someone like Eunwoo, you never would’ve considered it. You’re only going along with it to keep her happy, even though, to be honest, you do have fun with him

His tongue swipes over his bottom lip, and you can tell he doesn’t fully believe you.

“You sure?”

His eyes flick down to your arm that’s resting at his side, your fingers still tangled in his hair, like you’re unconsciously trying to soothe him. You realise it at the same time he does and pull your hand back.

You sit up a little, shifting on the bed, irritation flickering to life. “What’s your deal, Jungkook? We just fuck, remember? That’s, like, the only way we work.”

“Right,” he says, voice flat. “Because of your commitment issues.”

Your spine stiffens. “Oh, please.”

“I’m just saying,” he continues, voice smooth, calculated. “You keep shit casual because it’s easy. You don’t have to think too hard about who you’re hurting.”

You scoff. “And you do?”

“I don’t pretend to be something I’m not.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re being dramatic. We’re not exclusive.”

“We’re not,” he says. “I just don’t wanna keep wondering how many dudes you’ve fucked until you text me again to come over.”

Your breath catches, caught off guard by his honesty.

He watches you carefully, fingers drumming against your hip.

“You wanna fuck around, do it. But I’m not waiting around for you to decide when I’m worth full of your attention.”

The words sink into your skin, and for some reason, they sting. But you refuse to show it.

“Funny, because you made out with Nayeon last week.”

Jungkook doesn’t even flinch. He just rolls his eyes. The most casual reaction to something that makes your pulse quicken with jealousy.

“You just don’t get it, do you?” he asks.

Jungkook gathers his clothes from the floor. You watch him get ready to leave.

"I've got better shit to do than this."

“You’re being ridiculous,” you say, voice sharper than you intended.

Jungkook just hums, like he’s already said everything he needed to. But you see the way his jaw ticks, the way his shoulders are just a little tenser than usual, the flicker of discomfort that crosses his face before he covers it with indifference.

Still, he doesn’t look at you when he speaks. “You should probably text him back,” he says casually, pulling his hoodie over his head. “Wouldn’t wanna keep him waiting.”

Your jaw clenches.

There’s a part of you that wants to snap back, to throw something at him that would make him feel as frustrated as you do. But instead, you just sit there, gripping the sheets covering your body, watching as he slides his phone into his pocket like he’s in no rush to leave – but in no rush to stay, either.

Jungkook exhales, like he’s debating whether to say more, and finally spares you a glance.

The silence between you is thick, suffocating, pressing against your ribs.

And for once, you don’t know how to handle it.

Your fingers twitch against the sheets, but you don’t reach for him. You don’t ask him to stay. You don’t say anything at all.

Jungkook studies you for another moment before finally turning towards the door.

He doesn’t slam it when he leaves. He closes it gently behind him.

And for some reason, that makes it worse.

[zolass]

In The King's Embrace Top Male King Oc x Bttm Servant Male Reader

First of all woah- what the fuck. I don't know who or what possessed me to write this in the beginning- but I need more of it because it fueled me to write my longest piece yet. ngl kinda had in mind to make it a foursome but kinda backed out of it, maybe if I do part two MDNI, what you consume is not my problem in the end tho. content/warnings: does it count as cheating?, smut, p in v at the start, submissive reader, overstimulation, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, anal, first time anal, vanilla, fluff at the end, reader gay or bi awakening idk maybe just a hoe I hope I got all contents and possible warnings down, if not I'm sry. 3.6k words

Pathetic whimpers of pleasure came from your throat, while your teeth were harshly digging into your bottom lip. Your hips rutted mindlessly, as the tight heat clenched around your cock, soft sultry moans spilled from the woman’s lips. Not any woman though, she was the queen, the same woman married to the man you served. 

Sprawled beneath you on the same bed she shared with her husband, her legs were wrapped tightly around your hips, keeping you close as you fucked mindlessly into her pussy that was already filled with your load from previous rounds. Unshed tears were in your eyes, not only from the overstimulation you had to endure, but also because you feared for your life.

“Come on– fuck give me your b-bastard child– ahh,” her words made your stomach churn, one hand moved up to knead her soft bosom, while the other went down to rub on her puffy clit. You felt how another orgasm built up in your groin, picking up the speed of your thrust and the rubbing on the queen’s clit. Just as you were about to bust another load in her wet pussy, the doors to the large bed chamber were pushed open and in came the king, his brother and a guard. 

Shocked by the sudden intrusion, by the exact person you didn’t want to get caught by, made your hips come to a shuddering stop. Yet the queen seemed thrilled by the sudden interruption by her husband, as her cunt clenched tightly around your sensitive cock, pushing you over the edge. A pathetic moan rippled from your throat in shame and pleasure, your eyes closed in bliss and fear before your body slumped. 

Your shoulders shaking and your legs twitching, you didn’t dare to open your eyes, not even when the queen spoke up, “You always have to ruin my fun do you, Raymond?” Her voice was challenging, as if she didn’t care that she cheated on her husband with a common servant.

A scoff left the king, “A bastard daughter, sleeping with a mere servant– I would’ve said I was surprised, but I’m certainly not,” you slowly opened your eyes, only to see the flushed furious face of the queen. You wanted to sink into the floor and disappear, not only were you caught and probably getting one of the worst punishments. Gulping you were frozen in place, until a pair of footsteps stalking closer to the bed, until a hand fisted your hair and pulled your head back, far enough to come face to face with the king. 

Raymond was by far an old king, he inherited the throne in his late teen years, now he’s in his late twenties as far as you remember. Swallowing you looked up at the man with wet eyes, a scoff left the king, as he pulled more on your hair, enlightening a breathy moan from you, “Pathetic, aren’t you,” it wasn’t a question, he spoke it as a fact. 

You watched as he licked over his lips, a fleeting glint formed in his eyes, but as quick as it was there, as quick it was gone. Raymond’s green eyes wandered over the state not only you were in but also the queen, pussy stuffed not only with your cock but also cum oozing out at the sides dirtying the sheets. 

Suddenly you were completely pulled off of the queen by your hair, it was rather rough, but in a pleasant way which made a small amount of cum spurt out of your slit, accompanied by a whimper. “I’ll be taking your.. plaything with me, goodnight Alesia,” Raymond said in a husky and mocking voice, before without even sparing a glance at the woman, dragging your naked form out of the bedchamber with the audience, the king's brother and the guard, who watched all of it unfold in silence before them, following behind.

Your nerves went through the roof, as you were dragged through the moonlit hallways. First you thought you would’ve been escorted to the dungeons as soon as you left the chamber, yet you were simply led to another wing of the castle.

As Raymond stopped in front of a large closed door, you had to stop yourself before you bumped into the king’s back. With a single push the doors opened, giving you the time to look inside another bedchamber. Your eyebrows raised in surprise, before you were simply pulled inside by Raymond.

In the middle of the room, the king came to a halt, turning to you. “Well now that we’re far away, I can say that for the first time, this– woman had at least a good looking plaything,” the king mused, as one of his large hands grabbed onto your chin, making you look up at the green eyes that were darkened by the lust swirling inside. “Now that you seem to have experience in warming the bed of a royal– it’s time you show me exactly what you can do,” Raymond said, as he let go of your chin and stalked around you slowly, his eyes trailing up and down your body. Like a predator observing its prey, which in this case was you, while the king seemed to be the predator ready to pounce and devour you.

Your head turned to the side, only realizing then that you were alone with the king, as said man pressed himself against your back. A gasp stuck in your throat by the sudden closeness, while your eyes took in the large bed which was standing only a few feet away from you.

A gentle push from behind you, made you swallow hard, as you slowly walked over to the bed, a look over your shoulder– a look into the lust filled eyes, had your legs trembling, biting your lip you tried to calm down your racing heart. “Who–?” your voice was barely audible, yet the question made a smirk tug at Raymond’s lips, “Who’s fucking who?” he finished the question that lingered in your mind, half spoken. Slowly you nod, enlightening a chuckle from the king as he stepped closer.

“Well even though I think it doesn’t have anything to do with it, but your pathetic look while you fucked Alesia, definitely made me want to have you come undone on my cock, even though your performance in fucking her seemed rather.. strong,”  Raymond spoke, his large hand placed on your lower back, rubbing circles with his thumb over your soft skin.

You gulped, as your body moved on its own, slowly bending over the bed. “Get on the bed and turn to me, we’ll have enough time and.. opportunities to test other places, but right now I want to see your face when I take you,” Raymond spoke, quickly following his order, you moved onto the bed soon finding you in the same position as the queen before, missionary. 

Movement caught your eye, and you saw first hand how the king slipped off his robes in a smooth motion, yet his hungry eyes simply laid on you, the intensity made your cock twitch. As soon as the robes were discarded on the ground Raymond came closer to the bed, before stopping in front of you. With his fingertips he brushed over your exposed thighs making them quiver in response.

It was slow and agonizing, not pushy and fast like you were used to by the queen. Raymond played it slow, taking in the way you reacted to the little touches, how your cock twitched. He pushed your thighs open, taking place between them as his fingers moved further up, until it wasn’t just his fingertips touching, but his entire hands, large warm hands that ran over your bare skin. 

From your thighs to your stomach, up to your chest and back down to finally settle on your hips. “Pretty..” the word surprised you, but his next word caught you off guard, “Did you ever have a man as a bed partner?” Raymond’s focus laid on you, as he waited for an answer. 

You slowly shook your head, no. Biting your lip nervously as a smirk formed on the taller man’s lips, “Then I’ll make sure it’s the best sex you ever had,” shivers ran down your spine, while one of Raymond’s hands moved down, past your cock to your untouched entrance, which soon won't be untouched anymore.

A gentle, almost ticklish feeling suddenly came from your hole. Your eyes widened as you watched how Raymond lubed his fingers with spit, yet as he lowered his hand back to your hole, you grabbed onto his arm, your short nails slightly digging into his arm, your nervousness palatable. “What–” the rest of your words are unspoken, yet clear. 

The king rubbed his thumb from the hand holding your hip, over your skin in a soothing manner, “Don’t worry, it’s so it won’t hurt or damage you when I push in,” Raymond said. You slowly nodded with more understanding of his actions, yet your hand still held onto him, as he lowered his fingers to your entrance. A sharp inhale from your side, as he pushed past the rim. You felt yourself clenching around the digit, the intrusion feeling alien to you. 

“Relax as best as you can,” it sounded easier than it was, which the other noticed as he leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss. Successfully distracting you with the most unexpected thing to happen, a kiss. The king kissing a mere servant, you would hang if a word came out. Even though it was letting the alarm ring in your head, it felt so good. Your eyes closed as you leaned in, letting the other guide you.

Small whines left you, as Raymond pushed his finger in further, testing the waters until another digit intruded, your arm was around the king's shoulder, holding onto him, while your other let loose from the grip around the man’s arm. Raymond worked your hole, adding a third finger as he prodded against the mushy walls. The little sounds that spilled from your lips were like a reward, stirring him on.

The pleasure you received was not really helping with the overstimulation you experienced not too long ago, your already hard cock twitched and leaked precum accompanied by breathy moans and tears at the corner of your eyes. As Raymond’s finger pushed knuckle deep inside, prodding against your inner walls as if searching for something, until he pressed into a spot that had your back arching in pleasure and a louder moan slipping from your lips. 

You obviously didn’t notice the way Raymond stared at you, fascinated and aroused. He pushed you over the edge by the small bundle of nerves, Raymond gulped at the things swarming his mind, all of them had you included just bend in different positions. The thought alone had his already hard cock leaking and twitching, but he knew he had to be patient as this was your first time.

A gentle caress on your spread and twitching thighs had you looking at the man, your attention was brought to the erect cock of the king, making you clench around Raymond’s fingers while you licked over your lip nervously. Your head was shrouded in the pleasured aftermath of your last orgasm, but also curiosity lingered inside of you, the curiosity to explore more than you usually had.

You pushed yourself up, holding your torso up while you leaned on your elbows, “What about you, your highness?” your hand pointed to the throbbing cock of said man, who glanced at his own arousal before focusing back on you, “Thoughtful of you, but I can guarantee that we have enough time ahead of us, that you can help me out another time,” his words were spoken in a pleased and teasing way. 

He pulled his digits out of you, you watched as he slowly licked his fingers while keeping eye contact with you. As his pinky left his lips, Raymond walked over to a dresser, yet the word he uttered was making you flush, “Delicious.”

When Raymond walked back over to the bed, he held a bottle with almost completely translucent liquid inside, oil that worked as a lubricant. A shuddering breath left you as Raymond stopped in his original place, his eyebrows slightly raised, “I assume you already know what this is, the question simply is– are you willing to go further?” there was a moment of silence, before you nodded followed by an audible “Yes,” and you meant it. 

The bottle was popped open, and your focus laid on the man in front of you, the way he used the oil on his entire length, before smearing some on and slightly in your hole, before the bottle was closed and disregarded. Raymond slowly kneeled between your legs, lifting them up to wrap around his hips, “Hold onto me if necessary,” were his last words as he gave his cock a few pumps, before he aligned  the cock head at your entrance. Without any more teasing, he pushed in his bulbous tip stretching you further, a slightly pained yet aroused moan left you while a grunt came from Raymond.

His figure leaned over your smaller form, as he held onto your waist with one hand and held himself over your with the other, slowly as he pushed his hips closer to you, whiny moans left your throat and deep grunts and groans left Raymond as his cock went deeper into your tight heat, “Fuck, you’re tight”

In this moment he didn’t want to do anything more than just bottom out inside of you with a swift thrust, but he did enjoy the way your hole clenched repeatedly around his cock, while your face was contoured into one of utmost pleasure and overstimulation, how your blunt nails digged into his shoulders. And when he finally buried his length inside of you, brushing against the same spot that had you seeing stars just a few minutes ago.

Raymond licked his lips, trying to stay focused as your hole clenched tightly around him, and your thighs shaking around his waist. He watched as a small spurt of watery cum came from your tip, dirtying your stomach. You let out barely audible mutters from your mouth, expression already showing how fucked out of pleasure you were, when the two of you barely even start.

The cock that was sheathed snug in your hole, made you feel full, something you never experienced before during sex. It felt so right, hell even perfect. Your eyes found the green ones of Raymond, a small smirk tugged on the other’s lips, “You’re taking it pretty well– you think you can take more?” you only nodded, unable to form words. You only felt how Raymond pulled back, your arms dropping from his warm shoulders, while now both hands held onto your waist.

You felt how his cock pulled almost completely out, only his tip stayed inside before he thrusted his entire length back inside, making your back arch and a loud moan erupting from your throat, as Raymond set a rough pace, groans and grunts leaving him, as he pounded you into the large warm bed. His grip on your thighs was harsh, his nails leaving small crescent marks on your plush skin. 

The sound of skin hitting skin and wet squelching accompanied by grunts and shameless loud moans reverberated around the bedchamber. Never did you feel so good during sex, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your back arching off of the bed and your legs even more of a shaking mess. Drool ran down at the side of your mouth, as you moaned and babbled, “More– fucking– give me more.” Raymond watched hungrily and in delight as you became even more of a mess beneath him, and because of him, so of course he wouldn’t deny your request of giving you more. 

You didn’t know when it happened, maybe after the dry orgasm rippled out of you was were you faded out of consciousness for a few seconds, before hearing the deep voice of Raymond, “Fuck–” a hand was placed on your cheek and as your eyes cleared, you saw the concerned face of the king hovering over you. “Are you alright?” His concern was palatable, stirring warmth in your stomach. A smile hardly formed on your lips, it looked a bit more goofy in Raymond’s eyes yet he was simply glad you seemed to be okay, which you confirmed with a small nod.

“All good,” you mumbled, while pressing the warm palm more against your cheek, your eyes closed as even just for a few hours you wanted to rest in peace even if it was beside the king. 

Raymond witnessed how you fell in a peaceful slumber, after the energy was drained out of you. He didn’t let you sleep in all the dirty sheets and not to talk about your body and the cum flowing out of your hole, as he pushed some strands from your forehead, he bit his lip uncertain on his next move, the lingering desire to follow what felt right. An internal battle was fought, but in the end he leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead, before he pulled away and started a bath to start your aftercare. He couldn’t help the lingering touches, not even in the freshly cleaned bed, in which the two of you laid. 

Pulling your sleeping form closer, until your back was pressed against his chest. A kiss to your nape, before the king also fell asleep with you in his embrace. Which gave you a surprising shock the next morning, after you groggily woke up, only to find yourself not in your sleeping quarters, but also in the embrace of another.

As the events of the last night came crashing down on you, you couldn’t help the blush forming on your cheeks, it was the best feeling you ever had during sex even if it was rather short lived. Your legs felt numb and your lower half had a small sting as you moved, yet you turned around to look at the sleeping face of Raymond. 

You didn’t know what to do, but any decision you could’ve made was taken from you as the man stirred, before he opened his eyes to look at you. There was a short moment of silence, as you didn’t know what to say, before you mumbled a quick “Good morning,” which he returned. But when you thought he would push you away, the opposite happened instead, he pulled you closer. 

“How about– you become more than a servant?” Raymond asked you, making you frown, “Like.. a bed warmer?” you asked confused which enlightened an amused scoff from the king, “No– more than that,” he whispered.

This was the moment your relationship with the king started, days, weeks even months passed since that day. You found yourself a lot more in the presence of the other man, in his embrace. Until one day servants rushed around nervously, like they were walking on thin ice. You were confused until the shrill screams of none other than Alesia reverberated through the castle hallways. 

You stood by a window on the first floor, as you watched how the former queen was kicked out of the castle. You heard from Raymond that the divorce papers were already signed a long while ago, yet they kept the facade of a marriage to not cause any uproar in the kingdom. A warm presence accompanied you by the window, as you glanced over you saw that it was Raymond, who placed a hand on your lower back, simply watching how his ex-wife made a scene with guards and servants around, with a certain cold dismissiveness as he watched everything unfold. 

The furious eyes of Alesia wandered until they found not only you, but also Raymond by your side. She only glared, before swiftly turning around and entering the carriage, a few feet behind her, a servant you’ve seen a few times around while you worked, entering the carriage after her and closing the door. Your eyebrows furrowed at what happened, your focus quickly on the man beside you, “Why are you sending one of your servants off with her?” you were curious, as you glanced at the carriage that was pulled away from the entrance.

“Well you weren’t the first and definitely not the last man to warm her bed, so why not send her most recent plaything off with her,” Raymond said casually, as his arm wrapped around your waist to pull you closer. “Why didn’t you send her off with one of the others or me..?” you were obviously confused as you were not better than the servant. 

A soft melodic chuckle left Raymond, his hand gently rubbing your waist, “You’re not just any plaything– not even a plaything anymore. You’re mine and I had my eyes on you first,” were Raymond’s words as he looked at you with a warmth in his eyes, which made your cheeks flush. As the other started to walk, you quickly fell into his steps, as you walked down the corridor, “So.. about what you said–” you stopped yourself as you looked up at him, Raymond only shook his head lightly while he smiled, “I’ll explain it to you– maybe during breakfast together?”

You nodded a smile tugging at your own lips, “You better,” you threatened lightheartedly, making Raymond place a kiss on the top of your head.

[jjjjisun]

Little Sister, Big Secret

Miyeon X Male OC | 10745 words

TW: Incest

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Author’s Note: Thanks for the patronage. Jae is the official reader name from now on. I know some of you are disappointed with this change, and I apologize. There are stories that I want to explore from a third person’s perspective, and using a real name instead of Y/N seems to be a better direction.

 This might be the last fic for my series of quick releases this past week. I will still be releasing incest fics, but it might take once or twice every two weeks. The first part of the ex-IZONE Minju fic will be released early in Ko-Fi this Thursday.

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Jae rarely saw his sister Miyeon anymore. Between their going to school in separate cities and busy schedules when they were home in the summer, it was rare if they spent more than an hour in each other's company. He still always loved seeing her, though she and he both were changing as they followed their own paths. And, every time he saw her, it reminded him that she was a stunner. As they went through school, Jae knew she would be a beauty when she got prettier and prettier each year. However, it seemed that she never stopped; her breasts got bigger and bigger until they looked like they could fill Jae's hand and then some, or so he imagined. Her face was adorable, with a beautiful smile and that sexy way she bit her lip when she did something naughty. And her body...her workouts kept it so slender at the waist and yet her butt a spank-able little cushion. Topped off with her soft, brown hair flowing down to her shoulders, she was a picture of perfection.

It didn't matter, though, for all the torture he had to endure when she let her robe slip open as she lounged on the couch, revealing her bra and her taut stomach-- she was still his sister. He'd put up with the suggestive comment or two from guys at school and maybe stolen a peak at her cup size when she left a lacy number in the drier (it was 30C), but other than that, their interactions were mostly innocent. When they went to school, they drifted a bit further apart, but of course, whenever she came home, she seemed to have gotten hotter, more tan, better legs, etc.

It was a Friday afternoon, and Jae had gotten out of class early, so he decided to drive back home and drop in on his mom and dad for the weekend. He could use a break from the action at school. So, a few hours later he was pulling into his driveway. He arrived just as the mailman offered to bring the mail himself. He grabbed it and walked up to the front door, flipping through it as he climbed the steps to the front door. Something caught his eye, a manila envelope with a letterhead he recognized. Embarrassingly enough, after thinking about it for a few seconds, he placed it as a porn company he'd seen on one of those video streaming sites.

'What's this?' He thought to himself and paused at the front door.

Thinking quickly, he decided that whatever it was, his parents probably shouldn't be seeing it anyway, so he slipped it into his duffel and rang the doorbell. After exchanging hellos and sitting with his dad before he headed back to work, Jae headed upstairs to his room. The envelope in his bag had nagged at him while sitting with his dad and he intended to find out what it was about. He had only glanced at the envelope before stuffing it away, and looking at it now, he noticed that it was addressed to his sister. His heart spiked a bit at that. What the hell would a porn company want with Miyeon?

Ripping it open, he reached for a letter and a DVD. He'd have read the letter, but the DVD cover grabbed his attention for obvious reasons. It was a porno called "School's Out" with a beautiful young girl on the cover, but not just any beautiful girl, his sister. His jaw practically hit the floor. She was posing on the cover in a sexy schoolgirl outfit with the naughty look on her face that Jae had come to know so well. The caption beside her read that it was her first scene, and Jae was again speechless. The back had a few more pictures of her and other girls in the film, but nothing displaying what her part in the film was.

He walked over toward his bag to retrieve his laptop and sat down, waiting for it to power up before he took it in. His sister... in a porno... the very one he held in his hand? She looked so cute on the front cover, so innocent and yet so goddamn hot. How the hell had she become a pornstar? From what he knew, she was still in school and doing well.

'My God, porn?' He thought to himself.

In his haste he failed to even think that this was his sister he was about to see on his screen if he put that disc into his laptop. And not only that; she was going to be...presumably having sex with some random dude with a big dick. Christ, he hadn't even seen her naked in full before, and he was about to see a lot more than that. He hesitated as he stared at his desktop for a few seconds. Should he watch it...? Wow, it was like his dreams were coming true and he was simultaneously waking up.

'Maybe just a minute, to see if it's really true,' He rationalized as he slipped it into the drive and pulled up the menu.

The first scene wasn't her, or the second. It was as he suspected, the same type of story line he'd seen played out in plenty of scenes before. When his sister came on to the screen, it was a third shock in only a few minutes. She was wearing her sexy little school girl outfit with her breasts pushed up and short miniskirt cutting off close below her bubbly behind. She had a pierced belly button (man, did he love that on girls) and a touch of makeup. He watched in disbelief as she went through the motions with some guy, setting up the story of a sexy student trying to talk her way out of trouble. He had to admit, she was an adorable actress, and he found himself projecting himself into the role of the man being seduced by his student.

That was until she reached for the guy's belt buckle. He realized she really was going to sleep with the guy, and Jae covered his eyes with his hand. He couldn't watch this, could he? He peeked between his fingers and saw the guy reaching for his sister's breast. As he grasped it for a second, Jae found himself becoming angry with the actor for touching his sister that way. In a few more seconds, she had worked the guy's pants open and was holding his semi-erect penis. He wasn't all that much larger than Jae, he thought to himself happily.

And then the man worked Miyeon's breast out of its cotton sling, and he saw her nipple for the first time. It was utterly suckable, a big nub with a relatively tiny areola that his mouth watered at the sight of. She then started stroking his penis up and down in her tiny hand and kissing him in a way that he wished deeply to feel himself. Feeling his own cock begin to harden, a pang of guilt struck him for desiring his sister so.

He battled inwardly as the video played out, and his sister started to disrobe, and he decided to just click through. It wasn't as if he intended to see it, but the first click of the mouse brought him to a frame of his sister on her knees with a cock deep in her mouth. Even for the second he lingered he could see the side profile of his little sister and her rocking body. Bent at the knee as she was, he loved how the pads of her feet stretched to stabilize her, and her curves led from her toned legs to her taut, arched back. Oh no, he thought as she swallowed the cock a few times, and he averted his eyes. He haphazardly clicked forward into the video, and this time she wasn't on her knees but laid out on the bed with her pussy, which looked taut as hell, swallowing the man's shaft into her tiny frame. Piercing her over and over, the guy shoved himself into Miyeon, and Jae felt himself becoming angry, or was it jealous... either way, a few more times of watching his sister's quim stretch to accept the invading member, and he slammed his screen down, unable to watch it any further.

Her soft pants of pleasure rang in his ears, and it was as if he could see her wiggling beneath him as he shoved into her. His cock was completely stiff. He was reeling from what he just saw. Firstly, because he had just watched his little sister, the one who he'd walked with to school when they were little, wrestle in the backyard, do some different kind of wrestling altogether. Secondly, he could not believe how unbelievably attractive she was and how badly he wanted to be in the unnamed man's place. He felt all at once shocked about his relationship with the young girl he was just watching be fucked, and strange that he'd felt lust for her. After all, that's what she was there for, wasn't it? To be an icon for his desires, to arouse him enough to pleasure himself while watching her. Oh Lord, how would he face her now, knowing what he knew?

A sound woke him from his daze, and he got up to see who was making it. Looking over the railing as he left his room, he saw her standing in the doorway and shutting it behind her. It looked like he'd be facing her even sooner than he expected.

"Oppa!" she screamed as she dropped her things.

Bounding up the stairs, Miyeon's breasts bounced in her shirt, a deep v-neck sweater showing off plenty of them. The shirt was cut short of her belly button, and he could see the piercing that gleamed on her beautiful stomach. Below that, she had a set of distressed-looking low-rider jeans that could have been painted on for how tightly they held her beautiful legs. She practically jumped into his arms, and he prayed that she didn't feel his already stiffening erection.

With her body pressed up against his and her breasts, her soft, full breasts, mashed between them, Jae resigned himself to the fact that he'd never look at Miyeon the same again. Instead, he just wrapped her in his arms, returning the hug. Feeling her body against his, the warmth of it and the swell of her breasts resurrected the war between his brain and dick. She pushed off of him and looked at Jae deep in the eyes, a questioning look on her face. It was the same adorable face he remembered, and it caused him to snap out of his stupor and realize he'd not said a word to her yet.

"It's so good to see you, baby, sis. I didn't know you were coming home!" Jae managed.

One of his hands came to rest on the exposed portion of her back, warm and smooth. He thought about how it would feel to grab onto her there and about seeing that guy holding onto her waist as he plunged that big thing of his into Jae's little sister.

"Well, Jenna told me you were coming home, and I decided that I had some free time this weekend, so I'd join you. Are you happy to see me?"

Jenna was Miyeon's best friend in high school and now attended the same college as Jae. She was a year younger than him and almost as sexy as Jae's little sister was; he'd seen her walking home from class and mentioned he was going home for the weekend. Man, news travels fast, he thought to himself.

"Of course I'm happy to see you. This house can always use a little more action, right? especially a knockout like you, little sis. I swear you keep getting prettier every time I see you!" Jae said excitedly.

"Oh, stop it," Miyeon blushed, and then there was that look again -- her cheeks puffing up the way they did and that little nibble of her lip. The frame of Miyeon first being penetrated came into his memory and he shook it off. "When did you become such a charmer, huh? And while we're handing out compliments, you've been hitting the gym a little yourself haven't you?"

With a little free time here and there, now that he had gotten past the difficult years in school, he had tried to stay in shape. He was now a pretty lean 6'0" and 185 lbs.

"Well, I gotta look good for the ladies right? And speaking of Jenna, maybe I oughta look her up when I go back to school!" Jae said leadingly.

"You wouldn't dare! She's my best friend!" Miyeon screamed.

"I don't know Miyeon. She was lookin' mighty fine in that sundress today." Jae teased.

"Better than me?" Miyeon asked him. She stepped back, kicked her hips out to the side, and posed for comparison.

"Hmm... let me think... turn for me." Jae continued to joke with her, but she did spin around, showing him her great little booty and the rest of her backside. "It's a close one, I think I oughta sleep with her to find out."

"No way, mister, don't even think about it. And that wouldn't be fair. You'd have to sleep with me then, and I'm pretty sure we're not supposed to do that." Miyeon shot back at him.

Jae had to hesitate a second at that, had she just said that. He could hardly hold back the thoughts of bending her over the railing right there and taking her like the little pornstar she was.

'Get a hold of yourself,' Jae scolded himself. See her mock upset look? He said, "Oh, alright already, plus I don't think they have guys like me down at that school of yours. Little girls like you only go for the hipster-type guys with jeans tighter than yours and a personality disorder."

"Ha, got a pretty high opinion of yourself there, huh, sport." Miyeon joked. "I think it's me you couldn't handle. They don't make 'em like me in that winter wasteland you attend," Miyeon thrust her chest out while saying that, and Jae practically shot in his pants. She looked so god damned sexy, and she must have known it. "I bet the only girls you take home at that school have a bigger dick than you."

"I doubt that," Miyeon's eyes seemed to glint and shoot downward at that comment, but Jae continued, "But just ask your friend Jenna in a week or two and she'll tell you."

Miyeon gave up, "Ugh, you are relentless! Whatever, I'm gonna take a shower, will you please bring up my bags Mr. Manly Man?"

Jae watched her walk away, her beautiful hips swaying as she sauntered down the hall. What was happening! He had suddenly started talking sex with his little sister, and he had to reel himself back in. But he didn't want to; truth of the matter was, he was imagining himself in that shower with her, fucking her brains out. Holding on to those gorgeous titties of hers, he could just pound away at her from behind.

'She's your sister for god's sake.' Jae knew he'd really turned the corner with the way he looked at his little sister. 'But the way she played into my jokes...' He argued in his head, 'She'd never go for it... or would she.' He took a few minutes downstairs to process what was going on. Even if she wanted him to, could he really do it? He poured himself a glass of water and drained it before grabbing her bags and heading upstairs.

Approaching her room, he saw the door half open, and beyond it, his little sister was undressing. She peeled her sweater off and tossed it on the bed as he climbed the last stair. A few more steps toward her door and he could see her reaching for the button on her jeans and trying to wiggle out of their snug fit. Her breasts swayed back and forth and nearly spilling out of the confines of her bra, a simple white push-up. The curves of her smooth skin, sun-kissed by the California rays at her school, accentuated a flawless body. As soon as she had the jeans down to her feet, hopping once or twice adorably, she reached behind her to unclasp her bra, and Jae made a coughing sound to announce his presence.

"Eh, hhem," he interrupted.

Miyeon, still with the jeans caught around one foot, reached for her breasts as the bra straps fell from her shoulders. She covered herself as best she could, and Jae looked away to give her her privacy.

"Sorry sis, I was just bringing your things," He snuck a peak once or twice over his right shoulder.

"Ha-ha, I guess I gave you a bit of any eyeful huh?" She was rustling around behind him and then said, "okay, you can look now."

As he turned, he realized she wasn't all that better covered, she had a tiny towel covering the essentials, but the tops of her breasts and the very bottom of her butt were clearly peeking out on either side. He could do nothing to stop his cock from hardening in his shorts, and he could have sworn he saw Miyeon's eyes catch it once or twice.

"What's the matter Oppa, am I making you nervous?" She teased.

"No, you're just not wearing very much and your my sister," he responded

"Hmm..." was all she said, glancing clearly down toward her brother's crotch, if only for a second.

Jae left her alone for the time being; whether or not something would happen between them, Jae knew he needed to cool down and take things slowly. If he had only waited a few more seconds earlier he would have probably seen Miyeon strip fully nude and he wasn't sure he was ready to see that in person (even if he had seen her being stuffed full of cock in the video just before she arrived home herself)

Miyeon showered and he heard her ambling down the stairs to the living room while he was sitting and watching TV. He shouldn't have even been shocked when he saw that she was wearing only a tiny orange top that could have been a bathing suit and yoga pants, and yet his jaw nearly dropped seeing all that exposed skin.

"Jeez sis, you comfortable?"

"When did you become such a prude, huh? It's my own damn house and I just had a long drive, I would have gone naked but I couldn't risk mom or dad coming home early," Miyeon responded with some sass.

"Because it would be fine for you to be prancing around in the nude in front of me..." Jae questioned

"Like I said..." Miyeon said almost inaudibly, but not quite, "...prude."

Jae heard it and wasn't pleased to be accused again. "What's gotten into you, huh?"

"Oh nothing." Miyeon lied. She wasn't about to reveal that she was thinking about becoming a full-time adult film star, especially not to her brother.

So they just watched TV together like that, Miyeon lounging across the couch with her gorgeous tummy stretched just so and her breasts hugged in the strip of cloth across them. The yoga pants left absolutely nothing to the imagination; she was, put simply, an absolute knockout. She was way too pretty for porn, he thought to himself, wishing again he hadn't seen her being used by an unnamed actor. Although he was defenseless to her beauty, (he knew for a fact that every other man was anyway) Jae simply couldn't shove off the protective feelings he had toward Miyeon. He'd been looking out for her since they were little.

"Let's do something, I'm bored," Miyeon whined.

"Like what?"

There was a pause, and Jae watched her as she looked deep in thought. Then, as if a light bulb had gone off in her head, she sat up straight, causing her breasts to shake in the orange top and her abs to flex gorgeously.

"Oh shit... I just forgot," Miyeon trailed off, clearly deep in thought again.

"Earth to Miyeon!" Jae called out to her.

"I have to do something, I can't believe I forgot." Miyeon

"Umm... okay."

Miyeon hopped off the couch and took the stairs two at a time up to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her before Jae could even enjoy the sight of her spandex-covered ass. He stayed where he was on the couch nonetheless, half enjoying the episode of one of those shows brain-dead he watched sometimes and half processing all of the information he'd taken in over the last hour or so.

Visions of Miyeon came in and out of his mind, some of them from the clip he'd just seen of her a short while ago. He dozed off a few times and was making peace with all of the chaos Miyeon had caused within him since he'd returned home when she quickly opened the door at the top of the stairs and walked out.

"So......." Miyeon said, walking to the stairs and looking down at him,

"So......." Jae questioned her.

"I have this thing I have to do, and I usually have my roommate at school help me with it, but she's not here now, and I forgot it was due tonight,"

"We're not exactly in the same program, Miyeon. I'm not sure I can help you with your homework," Jae replied.

"Yea... It's not that kind of thing."

"Ugh, okay. What is it?" Jae responded to her as he got up off the couch. "Well, that's the thing. I know I shouldn't be asking you, you being my brother and all, but I need your help." Miyeon had a guilty look, and Jae was still clueless.

"Well, what the hell is it already?" Jae asked, growing impatient.

"Just... can you come here, and I'll show you." This time, the look on her face was more naughty than anything else, and Jae liked it.

It was his turn to race up the stairs this time, but with Miyeon standing at the top, he tried to keep his cool. When he reached the top, he nearly ran into his sister and found himself standing a few inches from her. The scent of her body wash was faint yet exciting, and there was a moment of silence between them before Miyeon spoke.

"So... I didn't think I was going to need to tell you so soon...but..." she dragged this out.

"Oh God, just spit it out already."

"I NEED YOU TO TAKE PICTURES OF ME NAKED." She barely managed to form separate words.

It took a minute for Jae even to pick the words apart. "Uhh... WHAT?" This was a stretch, even after some of the thoughts he'd been having.

She was racing again, "I know it sounds weird, but I guess I kinda may have done some porn, and now I need to do a photo audition for a company that could give me a huge offer if I look good in it and I can't take the photos myself because I forgot my remote for the camera so I need you to do it and I know it will be weird, but I need you to so will you just please do it." She said it all in one breath.

"Whoa......." Jae didn't know how to respond just then.

Miyeon just looked up at him with eyes wide. They were pleading with him to agree.

"I don't know, Miyeon, this is out there." Sure, he'd wished to get inside her when he saw her on his computer screen, but didn't every guy imagine having sex with their favorite pornstars? If they were really in front of them, though, would a guy go through with it, maybe cheat on a girlfriend, risk getting her pregnant?

Fuck it, he didn't have a girlfriend. Thinking of getting Miyeon pregnant made him want to do more, and she hadn't even asked him to have sex with her, just see her naked.

"I guess if you need my help,"

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" She jumped into his arms, and he immediately felt his hands on that warm, taut abdomen he had drooled over before. 'God, she is so hot!' he screamed inwardly, and he rejoiced at the fact that he was about to see her naked.

"So I know this will be a bit weird for you, but if you just do as I say, we'll have the pictures we need in no time. I'll owe you so much." Her smile exuded sex now.

"Yeah, you bet you will," Jae said.

Miyeon took him by the hand and led him inside. She led him over to her dresser, where a pretty expensive-looking DSLR Camera and a few different lenses sat. On the bed was an outfit that he absolutely couldn't wait to see his little sister in, and when she picked it up and told him to wait as she put it on in the bathroom, he breathed heavily.

She walked out in an unbelievably sexy schoolgirl outfit. It had a blouse that was not much bigger than the plaid bra beneath and a miniskirt that couldn't even cover her pert little butt. She looked down at the floor and then up at Jae through the strands of brown hair that had fallen in front of her eyes.

She looked so beautiful, and Jae suddenly decided to snap a picture. He brought the camera up and quickly took a picture. He perfectly captured the innocence she was exuding and kept taking pictures as she scolded him:

"Stop! I'm not ready yet."

"Hey, I said I'd take pictures, but I'll take them whenever I want, " he said with a smile.

"FINE! Like I said, you're relentless."

She slowly walked toward the bed and made sure to give him plenty of time to take pictures. She put a knee up on the bed and looked back at him; the pose was flawless.

"Are you sure this is okay with you? I know I was calling you prude earlier, so I don't want you to feel like you have to prove something, " she said, really meaning it.

"No Miyeon, it's really okay, you need help, and you're my little sis, so I'll do it. Besides, you're not so hard on the eyes anyway." He complimented

She was positively beaming after his comment and she bit on the tip of her pinky finger in embarrassment. She continued her path onto the bed and showed him a bit of her ass as she bent over on her hands and knees with her back arched impressively. Her little butt stood proud in the air, he snapped a pic every few seconds, moving this way and that to get good angles. She might have needed his help, but he would certainly enjoy this if he had any say in it.

Then Miyeon laid down flat and played around with her legs. 'Click, click, click,' went the camera as he got shots of her long aiguille socks snaking their way up her toned legs. They were so smooth and so alluring. She rolled over, once again arching her back as her brother took more pictures.

"You're beautiful, little one, keep doing that," Miyeon smiled as her brother breathed the compliment quietly not sure whether he'd meant her to hear it or not. She quickly untied the blouse to reveal the plaid bra beneath. It was a tight-fitting piece that caused her breasts to spill out over the tops. Jae couldn't imagine something more perfect or more seductive. He took multiple pictures as she kneeled upright on the bed to remove the blouse, her tits pushed out as she snaked her arms out through the sleeves.

Laying back down and stretching out on the bed, she posed a few times before reaching for the ties where her plaid miniskirt connected on the left and quickly tugging at the laces with her hand. The miniskirt loosened, and she slid it off her waist. She smiled a great, big, gleaming smile at the camera and flung the skirt her brother's way. Jae couldn't be certain, but he thought he may have gotten a great shot of the skirt midair with his little sister perched behind it on the bed, now in only her bra and a matching pair of panties.

Jae could feel his body heating up, though the temperature in the room hadn't changed a degree. It wasn't all that was going up either, and Miyeon took notice of the bulge in her brother's pants that was snaking its way toward his waistband. She felt so aroused that her big brother found her good enough looking to get an erection. It encouraged her further. She started posing more sensuously and in more provocative poses: tossing this way and that, sexy looks flashed across her beautiful face and she imagined that her eyes were begging him to ravage her.

Jae couldn't believe his restraint as he took picture after picture. But finally, it was the moment of truth, and as Miyeon reached around her backside with nimble fingers, disconnecting the clasp of her bra, Jae knew he was in for the treat of a lifetime. Once again, she let the bra fall only a bit before covering it with her hands, and he kept clicking and clicking. More of her breasts were showing now, and he wanted more than anything to see the remaining hidden objects of his fantasy.

Miyeon teased him, though, for as soon as she let the bra fall, her hands were there to cover her nipples, which were hard as ever, she noted. She stood and walked toward him, getting dangerously close, and when only a few feet away, she covered both her breasts with one hand and reached down to shove off her tiny panties. Down and over her cute socks they went and Miyeon's free hand covered her pussy. He could tell she was shaven, and seeing his sister's exposed body made his heart begin to race.

Jae was rock hard by then, so when Miyeon came very close to him and then backed away slowly after whispering, "see something you like," and then glancing downward toward his enlarged manhood, Jae was positively swooning. He remembered to take pictures, however, and was finally coming back to earth when his sister dropped her hands and ran them over her body.

She had been so breathtaking in the vide,o but it did no justice to what she looked like in real life. It was like she'd been sculpted from marble. Her breasts hung in part teardrops, a full handful or more. Her pussy was so tiny, he wondered how in the world she fit anything into it. She'd certainly have a hard time taking him. 'Whoa there, fella,' he thought to himself, 'don't move too fast, you're only here to take pictures.'

The pictures continued for a few minutes like this, with Miyeon prancing around the room and taking up different positions: on the bed, on the chair, lying down, kneeling, etc. His favorites were as she stood against the wall; he could just imagine pinning her to the wall and lifting her off her feet with his thrusts. She was so exiting that he couldn't imagine what company would turn her down. She really was way too pretty for porn, he thought to himself.

Then Miyeon paused and stopped moving about on the bed.

"You've been so helpful. I wonder if I could ask... no... that's too much, and I've already asked so much. Never mind." She seemed conflicted but sincere about letting him off the hook.

"What is it Miyeon, I told you I'd help no matter what, and I meant it," Jae assured his sister.

"Okay, but don't freak out. Just say no if you think you can't handle it." The way she phrased that was a little bit of a dig, but he nodded his head in agreement.

"So, the shoot has a second part they say is optional but encouraged," she had a much guiltier look on her face this time. "It involves a guy, and they said they'd really like to see how I perform a little on camera.

"Oh no, are you talking about what I think you're talking about?" Jae was a little worried, was she suggesting that he... have sex with her? He felt light-headed.

"You'd just have to let me take it out and hold it a little bit while you snap pictures, you can pretend it's Jenna or someone else." His little sister looked down at the floor again.

"You're going to what, jerk me off or something." Jae couldn't tell whether he was scare or excited, or both.

"Just for a little bit, I promise I'll be quick about it, I just need to borrow your..." she paused, "you know, your thing for a minute or two."

"This is a little more than taking pictures, Miyeon. And what if Mom or Dad comes home?" Jae questioned her; it was a legitimate concern.

"I talked to Mom after I got off the plane. She said she was going to be late tonight, and Dad never gets home before 8 p.m. anyway. PLEAAASSSEEE Oppa, please!

"Wow, I never thought I'd see the day of innocent little Miyeon begging to hold my dick." Jae laughed as he said it, bringing a smile to his little sister's face. "Yea yeah, go ahead."

"Oh my God I can't thank you enough, once again she hugged him, except this time without anything but his t-shirt between them he could feel his sister's nipples poking into him and much more of the heat of her body as she pressed it against him.

Reaching down between them as she hugged him, she felt over his jeans the long strip along which his hard cock had adjusted to fit in his pants.

"Wow, it can't be that big, can it?" His sister looked up at him.

Jae only shrugged at her, and she dropped to her knees to remove his pants. He pointed the camera down at her and took a few pictures with it zoomed out as much as possible. Her fingers skillfully unbuttoned his jeans and released the zipper. In a few seconds she had him stepping out of his pants and standing before her in only his boxers.

She involuntarily stroked a few times, before pulling the boxers down as well. Out popped Jae's sizable erection.

"Wow Oppa, I never knew." His little sister looked up at him with wide eyes and he snapped a shot of her, it was gorgeous.

She pulled him over to the bed and got on all fours, encouraging him to sit down so she could get a better angle. He held the camera away while she took his shirt off of him and the two of them were naked on the bed together. His sister started stroking his cock, and he was tempted to say something about how she was going further then she'd said she would but the feeling of her tiny hand wrapped around his enormous member was just too good. Plus, she had said she was going to need to touch him, so he couldn't back out on her now. 'Click, click, click," he kept photographing the whole thing.

He held the camera away and attempted to get a more distant shot when he felt something he did not expect. Pushing the hair back around her ear, Miyeon lowered her mouth to the tip of her brother's penis. She popped the whole tip in her mouth before Jae could say anything.

"Miyeon," he said quietly so as not to embarrass her,

"Miyeon!" he repeated, this time with more urgency.

She looked up at him to acknowledge his call as she licked around his sensitive tip, and Jae managed to take a few more pictures. Her eyes searched him for what he was calling to her for, and he started to say.

"Miyeon, I thought you said we weren't going to.....ahhhh"

He couldn't finish the statement for the life of him, for as he tried to, his little sister had begun plunging her head onto his cock and taking it deep into her throat. Further and further she took it until she could take no more, and she pulled it out slowly, not taking her eyes off his for one second. It was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen a woman do, and it was his sister, for crying out loud.

Miyeon continued to suck him like that for a few minutes, and Jae was in heaven feeling her warm mouth and tongue wrap around him, washing away any feelings he may have had to stop what they were doing. She worked him with her mouth and hand, and he snapped photo after photo of his hot little pornstar sucking him for all he was worth. Slippery with her saliva, Miyeon slid her hand up and down in tandem with her warm mouth, flitting her tongue about and kissing Jae's tip as she reached it.

She slowed to a stop and then gingerly lay back on the bed. Her breasts laid proudly atop her chest, and her narrow waist looked like something he could take into his hands and grasp on to. He was standing a few feet away, and Miyeon reached out with her sock-covered soles, expertly grasping onto his erect cock and pulling it toward her.

"I said I'd only touch it, but if I want the job, the more intense the shots I send, the better the chance..." She made the sweetest puppy dog face she could muster,

" You've helped so much. But..."

"Miyeon, I hope you're not thinking what I think you are..." Jae knew he wanted it, but he also knew it was wrong. Once again, he was conflicted, and the rod that his little sister held in her hands snugly was turning him against himself.

It was as if Miyeon hadn't even heard him protesting, "I owe you so bad, I promise I'll make it up to you. I don't have anybody else!"

"Miyeon, you can't ask me," his voice pleaded as he trailed off. I won't be able to say no."

"Can you put it in, just a little, and take a few pictures?" Her voice rang sweetly in his head. How could he possibly say no? "I promise that's all. Just an inch, and then you can stop."

But Jae knew he wouldn't be able to stop, and he couldn't even respond but walk closer to her and adore her body with his eyes and the camera. He pointed it down at her, his little sister's body lain out for him just like she was in the video he saw. He felt her legs pull from behind as she wrapped them around him and the ridged cotton high-socks rubbed against his skin. It was intoxicating, but not so much as the feeling he experienced as the tip of his cock made contact with his little sister's pussy.

It was soaking wet, and the first push of his sister's heels caused the underside of his shaft to rub all the way up his Miyeon's wet quim. As it made contact with her clit she let out a sweet little moan, reaching for her brother subconsciously. Her fingertips scanned his muscular chest and she pulled him to her lips just after he caught a picture of the incestuous contact his cock was making with her slit.

"Thank you Oppa, you don't know how much this means to me." She kissed him passionately and trailed with more soft kisses to his lips. He could sense deeper meaning in her words regardless of the empty promises coming out of her mouth. He accepted them willingly and kissed her back, camera in one hand and the nape of her neck in the other. His member mashed against her mound harder, and Miyeon moaned into her brother's mouth.

"Anything for you, little one, just tell me what to do." He really loved her and wanted to help her in any way he could, and thoughts of the inappropriateness of their tryst began to eke out from his racing thoughts. He'd stop if she wanted to in a heartbeat; all she had to do was say the word.

"Okay...mmmh..." she cooed as he retreated, and his underside rubbed its way back along her slick outer lips, "just put the tip right there...uhh huh... right on the outside."

She reached down between them and guided it a bit more, and Jae got a fantastic shot of her holding his shaft and placing it in the perfect spot. 'Click, uhhhhh, Click the camera's frames were interrupted by the soft pants of his little sister preparing for him to press into her, only an inch as she'd promised.

"Just a little baby?" He asked her.

"Yeah, just....mmmm... just the tip of it," she said breathily.

He pressed in a bit, not even half of the tip of his cock entered into his sexy little pornstar before he realized he was fucking her. It was beyond his wildest dreams, and by the time he'd sunk only an inch of his pulsing rod into her, she was breathing and gasping heavily.

"Fuckkk......it's too big.....just hold it there..... mmmnghhh," she sounded so sweet, so erotic, "Oh god, take a picture before I cum."

They both giggled, but Miyeon wasn't kidding, his tip alone had her fired up and hornier than she'd ever been. The fact that it was her brother made it so much more naughty and so much more exciting!

'Click, click,' Jae snapped shots of her whole body with his cock only just entering his little sister, they were beautiful photos, he was sure, and the look on Miyeon's face was so genuine, so full of lust and enjoyment that she sold it flawlessly. Someone would be looking at these photos to judge his little sister's potential as a pornstar having no idea that it was the little brunette's brother with his cock lodged inside of her.

Jae felt her socks on his back again. They urged him forward, and he had nowhere to go but in. 'Click,' another half-inch disappeared into Miyeon's tiny frame.

"Miyeon, ohhh, that's more than an inch...." They both knew damn well that it was, but neither Jae or Miyeon planned to do anything about it.

She moaned exquisitely, and another inch deeper he went. Miyeon's toes spread in her schoolgirl knee-highs as his head forged its way into her, and her tunnel spread to accommodate it, and Jae couldn't help but let out a groan himself. 'Click' the camera caught his shaft halfway into his young sister, and the warmth and tightness of it was excruciatingly perfect.

"Oh God, Miyeon, you feel so good. Should I stop, I'm already halfway in!" He was trying desperately to keep taking pictures as he pierced her with his rock-solid staff.

"Just a little further, then you should.....oh god....fuckkkk....I feel like you're going to split me in half..... so big......so fucking good." Her dirty talk was so sexy, he couldn't believe his ears. Almost all the way in his sister now, Jae snapped a picture with one hand and reached out to grab her breast in the other. It filled his hand like it was meant to be and he could feel the upright nipple poking into his palm like a marble. He massaged her breast and took another picture like that as Miyeon reached down to guide in the last inch of his enormous dick.

"Then I should...ohh... what, Miyeon? Stop?" He would if she wanted to, but she felt so good he sincerely hoped he never had to leave.

"Uhh huh..... yeah, we should st.....ohhhh, it just feels so good." She was arching her back as she had in the photos before, and this time, Jae pointed the camera to get her doing it while skewered on his pole. He bottomed out inside of her and felt his balls press against her firm cheeks.

"I'm gonna pull out now, mmm, okay baby?" Jae could hardly say it; he felt so good because of his sister's unbelievably tight tunnel wrapping him up in warmth and wetness. She nodded in agreement as Jae withdrew from his baby sister's slick warmth. The friction created as his head rubbed along her insides made Miyeon's eyes roll back, and Jae grabbed firmly at her waist to ground himself from the pleasure. As Miyeon's lips gave way to his bulbous head and he withdrew that final inch, Jae looked down for some response from his sister.

"Maybe just one.....one more time.....ohhh god... oh fuckkk.... Just to make sure we got good photos....mmmh." She was now closing her eyes as Jae's hand wrapped around her side as he'd imagined grabbing it. It was pliable in his hands yet warm and firm. He took a picture of his fingers making an impression on her hip as he removed his cock from his sister's womb and then began plunging it in again. Miyeon reached out for him and held her hand over his as her other held his sensitive balls and caressed them with her fingers. She worshipped him with her hands and her moans as he sank his entire cock into Miyeon faster this time. Inch by inch ,he plummeted into her, and her insides could barely take him for all the tightness her pussy was displaying.

"Ohhhhh....shitttt...... again..." she gasped.

He pulled out and shoved back in, barely taking any pictures now. It was doubtful the camera was getting anything good. He simply couldn't focus on anything but the feeling of his cock buried in his little sister's quim.

"I think we got it all Miyeon.... Fuck that's tight.... what do you want now?" He savored the feeling of what could be his last time burying his cock inside his little sister.

"One... moruhhhhhh." She didn't finish what she was saying over her moans of ecstasy.

"What was that Miyeon? Fuck...so good...what do you want?"

"Ohhhhhhh.... Just shut up and.... Fuck..... fuck me already!"

Jae took a second to process what he'd just heard before Miyeon snatched the camera from his hand and quickly cast it onto the pillows beside them. Taking his hands in hers she guided them to her ample breasts and massaged them into herself, leaving them there and opting to put hers around his waist and encourage him inside of her. Jae obliged his sister, fucking her as she'd asked and picking up the speed at which he buried every inch of himself into her. He could see her squirm and flex beneath him, hoping he was not causing her pain as he extracted so much pleasure from her sex.

He took her waist with both hands and withdrew his cock from her perfect little pussy. It was hard to believe it fit inside her, the opening barely looked big enough for two fingers. But as he placed his tip back at her soft, wet hole, and pressed inside, it gave way to her slick channel and his cock found its home once again.

His hands mashed into her waist as he used it for leverage to begin fucking his sister harder little by little. She grabbed his wrists to hold on too and he began to withdraw and sink into her faster, her body pressing into the bed under the force of his thrusts.

"Oh my godd.... You are so fucking.....mghhhh.... huge... I love you.... And your cock!

"I love you too baby, I could do this forever." He really could, and his breaths became laden with effort and pleasure. He drove into her and upon withdrawal said: "My baby sister..." plunging once again... "I'm fucking my.... " Miyeon smiled as he withdrew and slammed her, finishing: "my hot....little....sister."

Jae watched his cock disappear into Miyeon, and he could nearly see her abdomen yielding to his invading shaft, expanding and contracting with the path of his rock-hard staff. She was so little compared to him, yet she fucked him right back and her breasts bounced joyfully as he fucked her with reckless abandon.

Reaching down now, he brought his lips to hers kissed her sensuously and lovingly, their tongues tangling and his hands exploring her body as he pressed his abdomen to hers and caressed as much of her body as he could get his hands on.

"Mmghhhh.... Baby... fuck me harder..." Miyeon shouted to him

Jae scooped his sister up in his arms and sat down on the bed, reversing their positions so they were both seated, and Miyeon could begin to fuck him herself. She kneeled on the bed and lifted herself up, and then down, again and again while bucking and howling her pleasure on top of her brother with his cock buried inside of her. Jae began meeting her thrusts with his own pelvis and a soft slapping sound accompanied their hips colliding and his cock becoming fully lodged in their incestuous romp time after time.

He lifted her up in that same position and began to bounce her on his cock a few times. She giggled in the middle of a moan and it came out sounding so adorably sexy that they both shared a smile and a laugh as Jae continued to fuck his sister, standing straight with her supported by his strong arms. He walked over to the wall, pinning her against it, still lifted off the ground and accepting full, powerful thrusts inside of her.

The coolness of the wall, together with the heat of their exchange, had Miyeon ready and oh-so willing to come. Beads of sweat formed liked freckles atop her rosy cheeks, and Jae buried himself in her neck, kissing and suckling at her smooth, sweet skin with his lips and eliciting further moans from the adorable pornstar he was fucking against the wall. A tiny drip of sweat formed on Miyeon's nose and she blew it away with pursed lips and a pre-orgasm gasp of air. Jae adjusted his approach angle just a bit, but it struck Miyeon in a spot that widened her eyes in shock and excruciating pleasure.

"Oh.....My.....God, FUCCKKK.....keep going right.......mnnnnhhh.... there!" She screamed as he worked the angle and stimulated her g-spot with his large rod plunge after plunge. Shocked that he had not yet climaxed into the tiny pornstar he had pinned against the wall, he was far from complaining as he pushed her closer to her own release. Another stroke and he could feel his sister gasping for air; he pulled back from kissing her neck and looked her in the eyes. The brilliant green irises of her pleading eyes begged him to push her over the edge, so, maintaining the way he was spearing her against the wall, Jae did just that.

"Uhhhhhhh.... Oppaaaa......Unnnnnggghhh," She begged him.

Thrust, gasp, thrust, Miyeon was so immersed in pleasure she thought she'd lose consciousness. One more burying of her brother's cock sent her into one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Her pussy flooded with the wetness of her climax and eased her brother's domination of her sweet tunnel. She stayed there, pinned and helpless to stop her cumming until she stopped, which took a while. When she her cunt finally stopped quaking around Jae's invading member, she could see that her brother was exhausted. She loved him so much for the orgasm he'd given her and wanted to pay him back tenfold. She kissed him hard, biting softly at his lower lip and said,

"Let me down stud, let me do a little of the work, huh?"

Jae smiled and let his beautiful sister slowly down to her outstretched toes, still firmly planted and completely hard inside of her. The motion of her sliding down the wall urged his shaft deeper into her, the residual effects of her orgasm and Jae's ever-approaching one causing them both to grasp at each other when they felt it.

Miyeon took hold of his hardness with one hand, and, standing back on her tip-toes, slid her brother's cock out of her pussy in one long and reluctant draw. The cool air made Jae want nothing more than to slam his sister against the wall once more, and Miyeon felt terrifyingly empty without her brother's huge cock filling her up, but she quickly pushed Jae back to the bed and jumped on top of him before either of them could complain but for a second's longing glance.

She squeezed his shaft between her pink lips and his own abdomen and wiggled there atop him. The contact made him anxious to be back inside her, but with his sister in control now, there was nothing he could do now but hope that she'd soon place him back home inside her. Miyeon grinned naughtily as she slid her hips seductively over his shaft and her strong, toned thighs straddled him, making as much contact between their two bodies as possible.

"Don't tease me anymore Miyeon. I can't take it," Jae complained,

"Ohhh, what's the matter big bro, I thought you said we couldn't do this."

Jae only gave her a displeased look; they were far passed considering the morality of the situation and he wanted only to be planted firmly back where he could savor the heat and snugness that Miyeon's pussy offered. "Say please... mmmhh," she was still rubbing her clit up and down the underside of her brother's shaft and stopping millimeters from the spot where he could slip inside before denying Jae the satisfaction.

"Ugggh," he gave in, now it was his turn to beg, "Please Miyeon..."

She leaned down on top of him, her luscious tits hanging down and then pressing firmly to his chest as she kissed him and reached down between them. She kissed him and took hold of his cock as she lifted up her hips to allow him entrance. Lingering just a moment, Miyeon opened her eyes long enough to meet Jae's and then sank down onto his cock as he'd asked.

They both gasped in sweet, sweet relief. It was just as good as the first time, and as his little sister picked up her hips to slide him almost entirely out of her, he took her hips in his firm hands and followed the path they took back down to meet his pelvis. He pawed at and worshipped her like the beautiful pornstar she was (or intended to be) and enjoyed the feeling of her tight pussy walls hugging his member.

"Oh God," Miyeon was cooing once again, glad to have her brother filling her up again, "I love your cock, uhhhhhh." Her voice was so sultry he could hardly take it. "You like fucking your....ohhhhh Oppa....your little sister......mmmmnhhh? Your little pornstar?"

"God yes," Jae greeted her with his affirmation and the upward thrust of his hips.

He was so deep in her now; every inch of his cock was being stimulated by the grasp of her tight quim. Jae was squeezing her hips, her ass, caressing her soft skin and delving into it with his fingers. Again and again he met her hips and she dropped down onto him. Her breasts bounced awesomely as she fucked him, and Jae watched as his little sister's body flexed and writhed above him.

At one point she ceased bouncing atop him instead opting to stay locked hip to hip with him, rotating her hips and adding a new kind of stimulation to their incestuous fucking. Moaning louder, Miyeon rubbed her clit against him hard, and Jae's cock pulsed and slid about inside of her pussy so amazingly that both brother and sister were headed to release fast. Pressing her to him with his hands and working her left and right, round and round, Jae held his sister and helped her to fuck him just the way she wanted.

"Cum for me Miyeon, God I love fucking you!"

"You first baby, ooohhhhhh," Miyeon was starting to lift her hips off her brother again and return to fucking him in earnest. "Cum inside me Oppa, fuck me and cum inside me."

Miyeon lunged forward and pressed her lips against her brother, rolling to the side as she did so with her brother's hard shaft still lodged inside of her. They lay there, facing each other when the little pornstar wrapped a leg over her brother's hips and pulled his pelvis closer to her, urging him to resume his conquest of her body. Jae got her message and began to slide his cock in and out of his sister once more, spurred on by the return thrusts of his sister.

Seconds from release now, Jae pressed a hand between them to admire with his hands her beautiful breasts, palming and caressing in rhythm their fucking. They exchanged exasperated kisses and together struggled to focus on anything but their incestuous coupling and the pleasure it was giving them. Jae could feel his young sister entering the throws of another orgasm, and Miyeon, through her haze could sense her brother there as well. She ran her hands through his hair just so, the way she had since they were young. Kissing him and pulling away to look in his eyes, Miyeon whispered:

"Cum in me baby, uhhhhhhh please.... Cum inside your naughty little sister's pussy."

Gazing eye to eye they thrust their hips against each other, laying side by side kissing, fucking and needing each other. Jae shook his head yes to assure his little sister he was going to give her what she wanted, to coat her insides with her brother's seed. Miyeon began to gasp; the rhythmic motion of her hips becoming less fluid. Jae picked up the slack, desperately ready to release into his little sister. As Miyeon's orgasm began to wrack her body, Jae held onto her frame and pulled his cock just a millimeter from entirely out of his little sister's pussy before pressing it into her for one last complete, incredible stroke.

Miyeon was nearly howling as she began squirming next to her brother and he began pumping his seed into his sister. She could feel it, warm and oh so amazing as her brother came in her tiny little pussy. Her quim clenched and encouraged him to continue, rope after rope straight into his baby sister's womb. They were both so immersed in the pleasure of each other's bodies that neither cared about the risk of Jae freely filling Miyeon with his semen nor that it was his own sister. They simply loved each other, loved fucking each other and continued to do so as Jae held his sister in his arms as she shuddered and whimpered through a mind-blowing orgasm. Jae pressed ever deeper into his little sister, seeking complete immersion of his staff in his Miyeon's loving tunnel.

They could feel the products of Jae's orgasm working its way through Miyeon's tight pussy and she only enjoyed it the more as her climax echoed through her beautiful body. They were wrapped tightly, legs entangled, hands searching and lips seeking each other's between attempts to regain breath. They remained so for an indiscriminate amount of time before finally both had extracted as much pleasure as was available from the other.

Jae slowly, reluctantly, slid his still semi-erect shaft from inside Miyeon and saw her eyes filled with distress and the afterglow of her orgasm. She pulled him closer when he was finally entirely removed from her, as if their closeness would somehow fill the void left in her empty quim. At least, it was mostly empty but for the thick, white semen peeking between her lips. Miyeon smiled and Jae saw and admired the look on her face as she buried her head in the nape of his neck. Lightly perspiring, freshly fucked and full of her brother's cum she was more beautiful than ever. Jae never wanted to let go. They simply lay there, holding each other and emanating love through their contact. Miyeon spoke first:

"Two times!" She was still obviously worn and breathing heavily from what she'd just been through. "I've never been fucked so well in my life." Miyeon was positively glowing, with a smile that would not soon leave her cute face.

"You were.....are..... so amazing, Miyeon. Thank you for..." Jae struggled with the words, and his little sister giggled into his neck; it tickled him. "For.....everything."

They both had smiles a mile wide when Miyeon spoke once again: "I hope it's not too strange for you finding out how I've been making a little extra money on the side. I've only done one scene and I knew the guy it was with." She had a hint of worry in her voice.

"Strange? Not; you are so gorgeous. I think the whole world would want to have you the way I just did. Though I am going to try and talk you into fucking only me from now on, that was incredible."

"Bad boy!" Miyeon was laughing sweetly then.

"I have something to confess, though," Jae started, "I saw an envelope in the mail before you got home, and I may have opened it. It was a copy of the DVD from the company that you did the scene for...." Jae thought she might be mad and awaited her response.

"Hmmm... very bad boy... you knew all along? Did you, you know, watch it?" She didn't sound angry at all, flattered actually.

"I may have, you know, flipped through the scene a little bit, just to see if it was true. God you were so beautiful! I just got too jealous I think that some other guy was... you know." Jae was sincere in complimenting her, and Miyeon hugged him closer.

"Awww.... Okay well as long as we're being honest...."

Miyeon pulled back a bit, and Jae's eyes searched hers for what she would say.

"So.... I may not have been straight with you when you took pictures earlier." She had half-guilty, half-naughty look on her face that Jae thought looked extraordinarily sexy.

"And....?" He questioned.

"I may have made you do more than they asked for," she revealed as Jae was starting to crack a smile, laughing then and unable even to pretend to be upset, "In fact, I didn't need a guy in the scene at all, I kinda tricked you into fucking me."

Laughing harder, Jae quickly retorted, "I've never lucked out so well after being tricked!"

"I just really wanted to fuck you, I kind of always have, and I have a feeling you might have wanted that at least a little too?" Her eyes were searching his now.

"You've got me there," Jae said back. Miyeon sighed a little in relief after her confession.

They giggled and held each other close, remarkably content and looking forward to the time ahead. Jae was far from being done with his sister and her gorgeous body, and Miyeon intended to fuck her brother as many times as she could from then on. If their first experience was any evidence for the future, they had much fun ahead of them.

[take-it-on-the-run]

No Safety or Surprise

Wally Clark x Reader

Following a double death at Split River High, two souls acclimate with their new reality and the fellow ghosts that inhabit the school's grounds.

Word Count: 3k

Tags: Aftermath of sexual assault, no flashbacks to SA, mention of SA, reader's death is overlooked but Wally 's isn't, angst, comfort

Characters: Wally Clark, Reader, Dalton (OC, mentioned), Mr. Martin, Rhonda (brief), Janet (brief), Jasmine (OC, brief), William (OC, brief), David (OC, brief)

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A/N: The Doors title. Sequel to 'The End', which has gotten so much love that I don't even know what to say! Super thank you to everyone who wanted to be tagged, ya'll might make me cry. Thank you for clicking/reading my story, and I hope that you enjoy this one! This is my first time writing a sequel to a story, as I'm more partial to one-shots writing-wise. Unbeta'd, please heed the tags, and enjoy!

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You left Wally without saying a word, climbing to the top of the bleachers and curling in on yourself. You wanted to spit in his face and tell him that Dalton wasn’t the perfect teammate, average-grade goofball he played himself to be, that he had taken your life, soul, and body in one fell swoop. Instead, you left him more confused than before, still clutching at the stolen jacket draped on your shoulders.

Your non-beating heart ached for the first time since you found yourself on the locker room floor. For every second you spent with your legs up to your chest, heaving, a deeper hole was burying its way through your chest.

Your death went twenty-three minutes unnoticed, and when you were finally found, it was only because the football team was told to change after the game stopped.

You didn’t know how long you were up on the bleachers, finally praying for the first time in your life before someone approached you. You assumed it was Wally, hoping that he had finally realized what had happened to you, but you turned your head to see an older man dressed in a tweed jacket and glasses walking up to you.

“Y/N?” the stranger asked, sitting a level below you to meet you at eye level, “is that your name?”

He was skinnier than most teachers you knew, and his suit outdid anything they would be wearing.

He’s dead too.

Nodding your head, you brought yourself to sit on the bleacher level above him, scooting down to make distance between him and you. He didn’t move, instead placing his hands in his lap and sighing gently.

“My name is Mr. Martin. As I assume you’re already aware, you’ve passed away.”

It doesn’t take a genius to figure that out.

“I’ve been a local of Split River since the 50’s, and-”

“Are you some kind of grim reaper or something? You finally get off your ass to bring me to whatever’s supposed to happen after I die?” You interrupted harshly, glaring at your reflection in his square glasses. His slight trans-atlantic accent in his voice ticked you off on top of how you already felt.

“-Unfortunately, I’m not here to take you to the great hereafter,” he said, his voice a touch softer, “I am, however, here to offer you support if you are willing to take it.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” You asked.

“I know what happened to you, Y/N.” He said matter-of-factly, adjusting the way he was sitting as if he was uncomfortable with the statement he’d made.

Chills crept up your spine. “What?”

“I was there when the paramedics brought your body out from the locker room,” he rubbed above his lip tensely, “I’m here to let you know that there are others here that can help you get through this, a support group for the ghosts of Split River High.”

Scoffing, you move to get up and away from him and his proposal of an afterlife anonymous meeting. He didn’t follow you, instead raising his voice so you were able to hear him.

“If you change your mind, we meet in the gym every afternoon. Nothing formal, but it seems to have helped others in similar situations to yours.”

People speculated if you and Wally’s deaths were connected in some way- a jealous ex that found out the two of you had been together, a suicide pact; someone even started to say you poisoned him and then yourself because you were hopelessly in love with him.

No matter what people said, somehow, the blame always landed on you and never Wally.

It took three days for you to work up the courage to go back inside the school. Every time you approached a door, your feet wouldn’t move. When you finally got the courage to go inside, it was because the rain pouring outside pelted against the metal of the bleachers, and the sound was going to deafen you if you heard it any longer. It didn’t register that you were in the building until you saw the back of a familiar football player, no longer wearing the gear he died in.

“Wally?” You called out to him, making him spin around to face you.

The air of confusion he’d carried the night you two died was gone, instead replaced by a brightened smile and somewhat brighter eyes.

“Y/N, hey,” he walked towards you, mirroring posters plastered to the wall mourning him, “I was worried you weren’t going to come in any time soon.”

You knit your eyebrows, shifting at his open display of friendliness after not talking to you for the twelve years you were in school together. You knew of him— it was impossible not to, and the two of you had been in a few classes as you’d grown up.

He stood before you, hands tucked in his pocket, as you turned to look at the posters on the wall.

Rest in Peace - Wally Clark.

Son, student, friend to all.

Memorial - September 31st, 4:30 PM, Gym

Poster after poster, taped to every few lockers and pinned twice or three times to every corkboard. His graduation picture lined the halls and mocked you every step of the way. Wally’s death rocked the school like a thunderclap, and any whispers of your tragedy were drowned out by an outpouring of grief for the star athlete.

No memorial. No justice. Not for you.

Hundreds of posters, his locker transformed into a shrine, and there were even some candles lit despite the fire code of the school. All the while, your locker remained untouched—just another metal door collecting dust.

A hand gently touched your shoulder, causing you to spin on your heel and jerk your attention to Wally once more.

“Sorry,” he said quickly, taking a step back, his hands raised in surrender. “I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

The phantom beating of your heart thudded dully in response. You hadn’t been touched in days, not since your body was hauled out of the locker room like a broken piece of equipment.

“What do you want, Wally?” you asked, sharper than you intended. His brow furrowed, but his smile didn’t waver.

“I wanted to check on you,” he said simply. “Mr. Martin said he talked to you, but you didn’t come to the gym. Thought I’d see if you were okay.”

You let out a harsh laugh, glancing back at the posters. “Do I look okay? I’m dead, Wally. Just like you.”

And yet, it seems no one gives a shit that I died.

He tilted his head, studying you like you were an unsolved puzzle. “Yeah, but… you don’t have to do this alone.”

“And you’re suddenly the expert on post-death coping mechanisms?” you shot back, crossing your arms. “Why do you care anyway? You didn’t even know me.”

Wally flinched, his smile faltering for the first time. “That’s not fair,” he said quietly. “We were in different worlds, yeah, but I knew who you were— who you are. And I know what the living are saying about us. None of it’s true.”

“Which part? The suicide pact? Or the one where I poisoned you because I was obsessed with you?” You spat the words like venom, your eyes stinging with unshed tears.

“The part where they act like you’re the villain,” he said, his voice steady. “Like you’re not worth mourning.”

That stopped you cold. You stared at him, waiting for the sarcasm, for the punchline. But his eyes held nothing but sincerity, and it made your stomach twist.

“You don’t owe me anything, Y/N,” he continued, stepping closer. “But I’ve been to that group a few times. It’s weird, and Mr. Martin talks like he’s out of some old self-help movie, but it’s… not awful. And it’s better than being alone.”

You wanted to snap at him, to tell him to back off, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, you swallowed hard and looked away, your eyes falling to the scuffed floor.

The silence stretched between you, heavy and unyielding. Wally shifted, the rubber soles of his sneakers squeaking faintly against the floor. His patience grated on you, not because it annoyed you, but because it chipped away at the courage you’d been building up for the past two weeks.

“What’s the point, Wally?” you muttered, your voice cracking. “What’s the point of sitting in a room with other dead people, pretending like it makes any of this better?”

He exhaled sharply, almost like he’d been holding his breath. “It doesn’t fix anything,” he admitted. “But it’s not about fixing it. It’s about… not letting it bury you. We don’t have to be forgotten, Y/N.”

Your throat tightened at his words. The posters, the memorial, the tears shed for Wally Clark—they felt like they came from a different world. A world where your name didn’t matter, where your death was just a footnote. But his voice, steady and sure, pierced through the bitterness threatening to consume you.

“Fine,” you whispered, the word barely audible. You forced yourself to meet his gaze, the bright sincerity in his eyes almost painful. “I’ll go. Once. Don’t get your hopes up.”

Wally’s grin returned, slow and genuine. “That’s all I’m asking.”

The gym was plain, almost too small for the group of souls that had gathered. Mr. Martin, with his stiff posture and small accent, sat in the corner, his hands folded neatly in his lap. The group was sparse, and each person’s presence piled more and more nerves as you swept your gaze over them.

You felt the tug of skepticism as you sat in an empty chair. The group didn’t move to acknowledge you, a few eyes lifting from their spots, but no one spoke. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but the lack of judgment felt almost alien.

Wally had sat next to you without a word, his presence oddly comforting as he simply offered a silent companionship. His clothes matched yours, save for his jacket, which you still had yet to remove. Some of the ghosts looked your way, but one’s gaze lingered between the two of you. She sat next to Mr. Martin, dressed in a short, colorful, and rectangular dress similar to things your older cousins would wear to events.

Mr. Martin cleared his throat gently, breaking the silence.

“Hello, everyone. I want to again thank you if you’re a returning member and welcome you,” he shot his eyes at you, “if you’re a new member. Since there are newer faces here, why don’t we go around the circle and just say our names.” He smiled, something uncanny lingering on his mouth as he turned to the girl staring between you and Wally.

“I’m Janet.” She said simply. Her voice was soft and concise, crossing her legs as the rest of the ghosts in the group introduced themselves.

“Hi, David,” said a man dressed in construction clothes, who was noticeably older than others in the group.

A boy not much younger than you piped up, a tie peaking past a Letterman jacket he was wearing, “I’m William.”

“Rhonda,” said one girl dressed like your estranged beatnik aunt, who had a seemingly never-ending supply of blow pops.

“And I’m Jasmine.”

The group wraparound had landed on you. You looked between everyone, searching out the chance they’d just let you past the introductions. Rhonda shot you a look of Come on, we’re waiting, and your lips were moving.

“I’m Y/N.” You hated how much your voice shook after you died, but the calm washing over you as Wally prepared his introduction was enough to make you forget it.

“I’m Wally.” He said, the sound of his golden smile ever-present in his words.

“Well, since we have a newbie,” Mr. Martin began, his voice soft but carrying pressure that you found hard to ignore, “Y/N, why don’t you start by telling us what brought you here today?”

All eyes turned to you, and the overwhelming need to jump from a top-story window returned a shock to your senses. The group waited once more for you to speak, some members exchanging glances that you’d catch in social settings when you were alive. Before you knew it, your lips were parting again and spurting words you were regretting the second you said them.

“I didn’t want to be here,” you started, your voice unsteady but not cracking. “I didn’t want to be dead, either. But what does it matter? It’s not like anyone cares about why I’m gone. They’re all too busy mourning him.”

You slung a hand towards Wally, not looking up, unable to see the faces in the room as you continued. “Wally gets all the posters, all the memorials. He was the star. The one everyone is giving a damn about. And I— I don’t even get a proper goodbye.”

Wally shifted beside you, but you didn’t want to hear him. You leaned your elbows on your knees and played with your fingers as you let the silence around you linger. You didn’t want to hear the words he or any of the other ghosts were going to say, and yet you prayed for the silence to end with something.

Mr. Martin, for once, didn’t jump in. Everyone around you was dead silent— pun not intended— and before you knew it, you were moving out of the gym and to a bench in the hall outside, tucking your knees under your chin.

You had no idea how long you sat there, your legs curled up underneath you, eyes fixed on the dirty hallway doors. Your chest felt hollow, and the anger had boiled down into exhaustion so deep you didn’t know if you could ever feel whole again.

The silence in the gym had crushed you. It wasn’t the kind of silence that made you feel at peace; it was the kind that forced you to confront all the things you hated about yourself, about how little people turned their heads at your murder. You’d never felt more alone, even when you were alive with your family as your only friends. Here, stuck behind glass to witness the aftermath of your death, you couldn’t do anything but watch as you were forgotten to time.

But you weren’t truly alone for long.

Wally’s presence, soft but steady, came through the gym doors, and you didn’t need to look up to know it was him. You felt his gaze on you before you saw it. His footsteps came slowly, as if he wasn’t sure how to approach you this time.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice unsure, though his usual easygoing nature had managed to bleed through.

You didn’t answer at first. The weight of everything was still crushing you.

You didn’t know what to say to him. All of it—every question, every unspoken feeling—was stuck in your throat.

“I just…” you began, the words coming out in a rush, “I don’t get it, Wally. How come it’s all about you? We both died, and yet there aren’t any memorials held in my honor or any remembrance of me being alive in the first place.”

Wally sat beside you, quiet for a moment. He didn’t touch you, didn’t speak right away. But you could tell he was thinking, his mind racing for something to say that wouldn’t make everything worse.

“Dalton surely isn’t going to forget you, I’m sure he’s already planning something in your honor— something, something better.”

Your resolve cracked suddenly, shattering in one fell move as you bowed your head and cried for the umpteenth time. Wally was silent but tried to offer a comforting hand on your back that you scooted away from instantly.

His presence was steady, but you could feel the tension radiating off him. You didn’t look up to see if he needed confirmation as to what your body was telling him.

“He… he was a monster. They’re letting him get away with it, I know they are, and it’s like no one cared that I was left for dead. People didn’t call me an ambulance or even see my body when it was still warm. Heleft me to rot in that locker room, and now he’s just strutting around like he’s lost something great, and I’m-” you hiccupped as you smeared tears away from your eyes, “I’m starting to feel like I’m going crazy because no one’s going to ever believe it happened. Even when the cops check out me, I just don’t think they’ll believe he’d do that kind of thing.”

Wally remained silent as you turned to look at him, his face pale and mouth slightly agape. Part of you wanted to know what he was thinking, what he wanted to say, and the other part wanted to burst up from your seat, run through the side doors, and condemn yourself to an eternity of sitting on the bleachers.

“I believe you.”

Out of everything you thought he was going to say, that didn’t even reach your mind. You turned to him, face beating to the rhythm of your heart, probably soaked from your tears and red from your crying.

“What?” You asked.

“You’re not crazy, Y/N. If anything, I think you’re braver than anyone I’ve ever known.”

“What?” You asked again, a small smile turning the slightest curve in your lips.

Wally laughed softly, slowly raising his hand to your face and thumbing the tears off your cheeks.

“You heard me,” he brought his hand to rest against your face, and you could feel the suffocating heat starting to leave you.

“What’s bravery have to do with any of this?” You questioned, heat flooding in from where his palm remained against your cheek.

“It’s got to do with you sitting here, telling me,” he brought his other hand to lightly skim over the top of yours, “it’s got to do with you coming in and standing in these halls and bearing witness to the aftermath. I know you think the rest of the world is going to forget you, but, Y/N, I’m going to give my damnedest so you’ll never feel like that, ever again.”

[solardrop]

mean drunk.

aaron hotchner x fem!reader.

summary: after a bau night on the town your boyfriend tries to get you to admit to being mean when you drink. But he can't seem to keep his hands to himself either... (or hotch says you're a mean drunk and you say 'nuh uh") tags: smut NSFW 18+ alcohol use. dubious consent because both parties are drunk but 'consenting'. oral m/f receiving. unprotected p in v. spitting. literally like 2 seconds of anal. word count: ~2.6k a/n: be nice to me you aren't allowed to be mean this is my first time writing a fic since the finnick odair x oc fic i posted on ff.net when I was like 12 LMAO. first smut in general too so. yeah. all divider creds. to @cafekitsune

The two of you stumbled into the entryway of Hotch's bedroom with your faces all but glued together. Thick hands grasped at the small patch of skin revealed as your shirt rode up your back. 

You lean into his chest and grips a handful of your breast in his hand appreciatively before walking you backwards to the plush comfort of his bed. Suddenly, he pulls away from you completely and boyishly smiles down at you perched  on the edge of his bed.

His lips and neck are covered in a glittery brown sheen from your lip gloss. Black hair spiking in unnatural directions. The powder blue dress shirt he wore haphazardly wrinkled from your efforts to untuck the crisp fabric from his now tightening dress pant. You could eat him from the top down. But he was just standing there. Smiling at you instead of stripping. 

"Aaron, I swear if you dont fucking touch me I'll kill you-"

He giggles as he unbuttons his shirt, "Very mean drunk."

A successful case led the entire team to a night of drinks at O'Keefe's. Penelope was all but pouring shots down everyone's throats; she somehow even managed to get Hotch to down a few extra glasses of scotch than his typical. Unsurprisingly the result was everyone being absolutely sloshed. Everyone was giggly and free, playing stupid drinking games before the topic of 'drunk personalities' came to the table. 

JJ declared herself a sleepy drunk, while Derek, Garcia, and Emily all admitted to being more flirty. Spencer and David started going back and forth about the psychological implications of the human personality traits while intoxicated. So their categorization as chatty drunks went without saying. You were starting to agree with JJ on being sleepy when your annoying man decided to cut you off and say you were mean when drunk. 

Sure, liquid courage did loosen your tongue a bit. You were guilty of causing few hurt feelings after a night out. And maybe Aaron had to whisk you away from a few bar fights with people you couldn't take without your handgun. But you were not a mean drunk!

An uncharacteristic back and forth bounces between you for the remainder of the night. Only ceasing when he smashes his lips against yours in the taxi home. 

His calloused hands flip you around roughly. Propping your hips up towards his face. Your face heats as he presses his face into your wetness, inhaling deeply and moaning at the scent of you.

"So pretty.." He spreads your lips apart with his thumbs, the moisture there almost holding them together. 

Your head was spinning, now from more than just the alcohol. The position was just embarrassing. You were almost completely upside down and your back arched shamelessly. Hell, you couldn't even see Aaron's pretty face like this. His strong thighs and thickening length weren't bad to look at either but you wanted to see him. 

you crane your neck around to tell him as much when he closes his lips around your clit and sucks greedily. 

"Aar-" you gasp. 

You squirm in the grasp he has on your hips. He tightens his hands around you, preventing your from escape. the warmth of his lips travel up from your nub to lick a few long stripes against your slit. 

"Oh fuck off-" you start.

He was going to kill you like this. Your face and neck were too hot, your back was starting to ache. The alcohol and your arousal swirling your mind into a fog.  Hotch continues his attack on your sex. Sucking and licking with whatever intensity he pleased. His words slur together as he praises you. The sound so intelligible you're convinced that they're more for himself than you. 

When the warmth of his tongue prods at your entrance, you fall forward. The wiry hairs along his thigh press into your cheek as your face is squished there. The invasion has you moaning and wailing, bucking your hips closer to him now; begging for him to delve deeper. Your desperation must amuse him because you feel a short puff of air and the semblance of a smile against you. What an absolute drunken ass. 

With a renewed burst of energy, you lean over without warning and suck the head of his length into your mouth. The strong, salty flavor of him spreads along your tongue as you circle the muscle around his tip. 

"Fucking hell-" he rips his mouth from you and yelps out. 

He jerks at your stimulation. His hips thrust into your mouth reflexively, the erratic movement causing his shaft to slip deeper into your mouth. You allow it, pressing your face closer and closer to him until the coarse patch of curls above his length pressed against your chin. 

He's always been so thick. But being held like this, he felt even heavier and stiffer in your mouth. You hollow your cheeks to pull off of him almost completely, the remaining glitter on your lips streaking up his shaft, before quickly pressing yourself down to the hilt. His tip taps against the back of your throat, you welcome the intrusion and swallow around him. 

He stutters your name out, the syllables melting together as you bob your head along him. You giggle at his lack of articulation. The mean, pristine, crime-fighting machine Supervisory Special Agent Hotchner. Reduced to nothing but a gasping mess from a moment in your mouth and a few glasses of whiskey. A hum vibrates from your chest when you pull of to stroke him with a taunt. A string of saliva still connecting your lips to his swollen pink tip.

"See honey? if I was such a meanie drunk," a bead of precum weeps from his slip, you tongue darts out to collect it, "I would take such good care of you like this. Right?"

You slip back down to bask in your self-proclaimed victory. Savoring the heady taste of him before Aaron abruptly drives two thick fingers into you. 

Your eyes snap open and the sound that rips from your throat reverberates around the room, even muffled by the length of him. He picks up a rapid pace. The wet sounds of your pleasure winding you up even further than you thought possible. His girth slips with a pop. Moaninh against his calf as your body slides from its arched position to lay almost flat against his outstretched legs.

"Aar- '' you cry. "Aar this is so- Baby I- I don't think I can-"

You jump as he spits on your lips and grinds a thumb into your nub. As if you needed to be any slicker. The tight circles he makes are punishing. His saliva cooling against your folds doing little to waver the heat building between your legs. His fingers slam into you over and over, sometimes curling down and brushing that soft, sweet spot deep inside you. 

"Uh uh. The gorgeous girl I know can do anything," he presses an additional finger into you, "isn't that right?" 

You buck your hips back into him, the praise sending a shock to your core. You chance a glance over your shoulder at him, and you have to screw your eyes shut again and groan at the sight. The entire lower half of his face was covered in you. The bottom lip tucked between his lips shiny, red, and swollen. His eyes were low, hyperfocused on the movement of his hands between your legs.  Pale face still red from the night of festivities. He looked absolutely entranced. Completely pleased himself and they way he was wrecking you. 

"Aaron, Please just-" He wickedly pinches your clit between his thumb and forefinger and you squeal. 

"Hm? That attitude" he says as he pinches you again.

"Fuck-"

"See?" Another pinch. " I told you, you're a mean drunk," he does it again. 

Tears prickle in your eyes, sweat along your forehead clinging your curls to your warm skin. You thrash and cry as he continues his onslaught.  He was sitting beneath you, pushing and twisting and gripping your body in any way he wanted while you cried and you were the mean drunk?

You try to slip away from him, the pleasure too much, yet not enough to send you over the edge. But he slips his fingers out of you to grab you by the hips, spreading the globes of ass apart to spit on you again. 

Except this time the cold shock landed right on the pucker of your asshole. 

"Aaron!" you whimper

"If only my baby was nicer to me," he has the nerve to sigh wistfully, "I'm so damn hard, if she asked me politely I'd fuck her so good she'd lose it..." 

He rubbed his thumb over your hole, not pushing in, but applying enough pressure to have you keening in pleasure. 

He sighs again, completely ignoring your pants and cries. "But I think I can finish without touching just like this, hm? Maybe in 30? An hour?"

No. Nope. Absolutely not. 

If you had a lick of sense left in your brain right now you'd realize he was fucking with you. You'd recognize his words and the creeping smile on his face as the bullshit they were. But right now all your muddled mind was registering was the danger of being held shaking and pained for an hour without release. You would never finish like this, you couldn't. You needed to look into his eyes, feel his lips graze along your face as you came.  You wouldn't get that, not like this, you'd be stuck like this.

"Pleaseplease Aaron- Aar- fuck. Please I need you, Aar. Please-" 

He breathes out a laugh. Finally granting you mercy from his wicked hands. He grunts a little at the effort of pulling himself up around you, kissing your shoulder as his face finally nears yours. 

"I thought you'd never ask" he smiles, "Where do you want me gorgeous?"

You twist to move on your back, and Hotch shifts to allow you more space. You face him for the first time in a while, and your heat clenches almost automatically when his eyes meet yours. 

It was fucking sick how he had the nerve to call you gorgeous when he looked so positively delicious himself. His lids were still low and his cheeks were still tinged pink. But now you had a true view of the slick coating his mouth and chin. A crooked smile beamed off his face, smile lines deepening at the gesture. 

"Like this," You hold his face in your palms, pulling him down to peck on the lips quickly, "I want to see you, please."

"Anything you want, legs up for me." He playfully taps his hand on the side of your ass. Your legs shoot up quickly, and his eyes crinkle with laughter at your desperation when he props your knees on his shoulders. 

He presses his lips to yours again before shifting all his weight to one arm, the muscle there flexing while he reaches down to grip himself with his free hand.

He runs the tip of his length along your folds, every brush causing you to twitch with sensitivity. Special attention is given to your already swollen clit, nudging his hips forward to swipe against the delicate bundle of nerves.  He pulls away and slots his lips above yours to kiss you fully. 

You eagerly press yourself closer to him, deepening the kiss. His tongue presses into your mouth and you groan when the taste of your wetness mingles with the familiar bite of the dark liquor on his tongue. 

He notches himself at your entrance, massaging but still failing to push inside of you. A whine bubbled from the back of your throat. 

"Baby, I promise I'm already wet enou- Oh!" your murmuring is cut short by Aaron thrusting into you all at once. 

He doesn't even move before your wretched body betrays you. the abrupt force and fullness pushing a white-hot pleasure throughout your entire being. Your thighs beg to snap shut, but the spread of your knees on his shoulders denies them. Your walls lock around him in a vice, causing him to grunt above you. You're saying something, probably some warbled nonsense, but you can't even hear yourself above the heartbeat in your ears. 

Aaron presses his face into the crook of your neck as you come down from your high. Whispering your name and 'i love you', 'so beautiful's into your skin. 

The fluttering of your core begins to slow when he pulls almost completely out of you, only the head remaining within your warmth. He raises an eyebrow at you expectantly, when your breath catches.

"We're not done here are we? Best one of two?" He doesn't wait for an answer before pushing into you, this time much slower.

you mewl at the firm stretch of him. Your hands reach up to grip the back of his neck, pressing his forehead to your own. Your eyes bounce around his features, burning each one into every empty space in your mind like you could ever forget. The precious mole you loved to kiss on his cheek. The unruly hairs sticking up on his temples. His pretty jet-black lashes flutterinh as he struggles to keep his eyes open for you.

His pace intensifies as he gets closer to his own climax, ramming into you. Every push tickles your clit with the thatch of curls that crown his shaft. 

"Such a good girl for me," he tries to hold back a moan causing him to stutter, " Y-you have one more in you I know it." 

The rough sensation of his calloused hands running up your side makes you shiver. You feel it again as he continues to bully his way through your center, the intense warmth pooling in your toes before creeping upwards. You nod your head at him, begging him to keep going, go faster, fuck into you deeper, love you fully. He complies with every soft cry, kissing and biting at your jaw as he forces you over into your second orgasm. 

You were almost completely gone for this one. Screaming into Aaron's mouth as he continues to chase his own release using your body. Your body shakes and you grip his biceps until the crescent marks of your fingernails are guaranteed to become a permanent fixture on his body. 

The breathless whimpering in your ear is what helps slowly bring you back down from your own world. You could tell he was close, his eyes screwing shut and his hips bucking into you out of pace every few beats. Using the last of your strength you push your hips up to meet his thrusts, fucking him back. You press a kiss on his good ear. 

"You treat me so well Honey," you murmur, "Come for me, you're so, so good to me, let me have you"

You suck the lobe of his ear into your mouth and bite down. He punches into you with one final thrust before you feel him twitch, bursts of his warm release spurting deeply inside you. He gasps your name out like a prayer as he comes down. 

Normailly his hardness slipping out of you after a session would cause you to cringe, but right now you were so fucking tired you barely even took note of the sensation. Clearly he was just as out of it as he plopped unceremoniously next to you in silence instead of his normal bossy demands for you to get up and pee after he wore you out. Before you even realize it both of you are drifting off into the best sleep you've had in a while. 

This had to be the worst sleep Aaron's had in a while. His mouth was dry, his head pounding, and his skin felt parched and scratchy despite the sweat that slicked off him. Not to mention the very obvious lack of clothes he was sporting under his bed sheet. 

Before he could grab his phone to send Strauss a termination request form for Garcia (the one he kept saved in his files, yes for moments just like this) you burst into the bedroom and flip the bright lights on. He groans as the rays stab him in the back of the head. You giggle, his pain clearly amusing to you. You saunter over, place a glass of water on the nightstand and press a kiss to his beating forehead. 

"I was wrong, you aren't a mean drunk. You're just mean." he sighs.

You throw your head back in glee

"I'm fine with being the mean drunk," you shrug, "at least we know for sure you're the horny drunk."

[chunghasweetie]

𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐎 | J.JK

— part 2

— pairing | dom!oc x nerdy sub!jjk

— summary | loser nerd jk has crushed on her for years and is assigned to be her college tutor for her calculus class. studying doesn’t go exactly as planned and he ends up losing his virginity in the best way possible.

— warning | bad writing (i’m doing my best)

virginity loss, cussing, corruption kink, female dom, light dirty talk, belittling, dick sucking, unprotected sex, etc

— word count | 3.5k words

— song suggestion | rush — william singe

His nerves were tingling with anxiety. He had imagined a day like this since he laid eyes on her.

His crush first stemmed from middle school. Then it followed him through high school, and now his college career.

Y/n had always been the typical token super pretty and popular girl. She was funny too, he couldn’t help but giggle to himself when she was making jokes with her friends across the room.

Jungkook was beyond nervous. He’s had a crush on her forever, and now he was standing in front of her home for their very first tutoring session.

Jungkook had arrived at Y/n’s home, exhaling to himself. “I can do this.” He mumbled before knocking on her door.

The door opened and there she was. A short denim mini skirt and a matching top.

He was already done for.

“Oh hey Jungkook.” She smiled, “You’re here already. I didn’t think you’d be early. Come in.”

He feels his heart skip a beat as Y/n opens the door, a genuine smile spreading across his face.

“H-hi! Yes, it's me” He clears his throat. “Thank you for inviting me inside.” He steps inside, taking in the sight of her apartment.

“Of course.” She led him to the dining room table her hips swaying in her mini skirt that showed off her figure beautifully.

His eyes widen and follow her every move, watching as she leads him to the dining room table.

He can't help but feel a rush of excitement as he takes in the sight of her hips swaying in her skirt.

He had never imagined they’d be in such a small space. Alone with her. His heart could almost explode with excitement.

Her home didn’t look much like the google maps photos like he seen online.

“Is right here okay?” She asked him, her table with the notebooks and studying material she needed already set up.

He swallows hard and nods, feeling his cheeks heat up. “I-It’s fine.”

The two sat at her table studying, Jungkook using more complex language than she was used to.

She could grasp some of it, but Y/n wasn’t necessarily the strongest in the subject.

“I’ve always sucked at math. Let alone calculus.” She laughed. “It must be nice to know everything.”

He chuckles nervously, shaking his head. “No, not everything. Just... some things. Math is definitely my strong suit.” He takes a deep breath, gathering his composure before turning his attention to her math homework “Okay, let's continue.”

She simply nodded. She leaned closer to him, reading the book that was further in his direction.

Her breasts were huge. He wondered how her posture managed to stay so straight with those jugs weighing her down.

Her right breast was pressed against his shoulder, driving him crazy.

He tries to focus on the homework, but finds himself distracted by her low cut top and her large breasts on view.

He can't help but glance, feeling his face flush with embarrassment as he realizes she might notice. “Uh, so... uh...”

“Are you okay?” Y/n asked him.

“Yes.” He cleared his throat.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes I'm fine. It's just... uh... hot in here.” He tries to refocus on her homework assignment, but his mind keeps drifting to her body and how close she's standing next to him.

“I’ll go turn the ac on” She got up, hips swaying as she went to turn on the AC. She eventually came back. “Better?” She sat back down.

‘Someone kill me.’ Jungkook thought to himself.

He tries to focus on the books and studying material, but his gaze keeps drifting back to her exposed thighs and the way her skirt rides up

He nods, grateful for the cooler air. He watches as she sits back down next to him, hips swaying in a way that makes his heart race.

“This is so hard” She groaned. “Calculus is so difficult.”

He nods in agreement, trying to stifle a smile at her cute groan. “Yeah, uh... It can be tough sometimes.”

He starts going over the problem with her, letting his hand rest on hers gently as he points out what she did wrong.

“I think it’s the table.” She tells him. “I focus more on my bed, it’s where I’m most comfortable. Jungkook, would you be okay studying there with me?” Y/n suggested.

His heart races at the thought of having her in a more private setting, but he knows he shouldn't let his crush get the best of him.

He nods and starts gathering the homework assignments and books. “Yeah— sure, let's move to the couch.”

She smirked to herself on the way to her bedroom. Her plan was working perfectly, and working quicker than she expected.

His eyes widened at her room. He was finally inside. He always seen a few corners when he was stalking her Instagram late at night, but now being there in person sent him over the edge.

It was so her. The decorations, the layout, the scent. It was perfectly her.

“Much better” She sat down on her bed, starting to write in her notes with him.

He watches as she writes, trying not to get too distracted by the way her hair falls over her shoulders and the way she bites her lip in concentration.

He clears his throat and starts going over the problems again, trying to focus on the homework instead of his crush.

About an hour had passed of them studying, and she was beyond bored. Y/n was over hearing about stupid questions she had no interest in finding the solution for.

“Like I said, when you plug in the formula—“

“Don’t you have a girlfriend waiting on you?” Y/n interrupted him. “You’ve been here for a while.”

“I-I don’t have one.” He swallowed. “And I told the professor I’d spend as much time as needed for you to pass.”

He was still talking about school, making her boredom increase. “Do you do anything outside of school?” She changed the topic.

He blinks at her, surprised by the sudden question. He fidgets with his glasses and stammers a bit before answering. “I...I go to the internet cafe with my friends and do coding and stuff.. I help code games and such. It's...it's not very exciting, but it keeps me busy.”

“Cute.” She chuckled. “So you’re like a full time nerd?”

He blushes at her teasing and nods, looking down at his hands. “Y-yes, I suppose you could say that. I do enjoy learning and electronics...and working on computers gives me a chance to use my skills to help others. It's...it's important to me.“

“Is that why you’re single?” She asked him. “Too busy studying and programming?”

He nodded.

Wasn’t necessarily the entire truth. Some of the other girls at the cafe definitely took an interest but he was all about you.

He was a quiet guy but he always spoke up about you. All of his friends at the internet cafe knew about his crush on you. He would be teased daily because well, look at him and you.

He didn’t care. He knew from the start it wasn’t realistic considering the crowds you stuck around with.

Jungkook would rather be at home with his computer while you’d be parting with sororities and frat boys.

“You’re a busy guy hm? Well when was the last time you’ve had a girlfriend?” Y/n asked him, moving the text books as she inched closer.

“I-I— Well.” He swallowed, “I’ve never had one before..” He itched the back of his neck.

Her eyes widened. “You can’t be serious.”

“It just— never happened.” He told her.

“That’s just so hard to believe.” She analyzed him with her feline like eyes.. “I think you’re really handsome and cute.”

“Really?” His voice came out a lot louder than he meant to, clearing his throat. “Y-You do?”

She nodded, “I always have.” She suddenly climbed on his lap, making Jungkook let out a slight gasp in surprise.

He looks up at her in surprise, his heart beating faster at her words. He stammers out a thank you, feeling his face heat up again. “I...I'm...I'm glad you think so...”

“It’s okay if I sit here right?” She asked, making him nod rather quickly.

“Good.” She giggled. “So you’ve never had a girlfriend… you at least have lost your virginity right?”

Jungkook looked away shyly. “N-No..”

She had always had the reputation of being the popular pretty girl. Her entire friend group and social circle was like that. So naturally it was expected for her to end up with a frat guy.

Y/n had been with a few, and was absolutely bored out of her mind. They were cocky and disgusting, seeming to like their bros more than actual women.

She had no interest in anyone like that.

She always had a thing for nerdy and loser men who looked like they had never had a chance with losing their virginity.

Her friends were always teasing her about her type. No one could understand how she could really be attracted to a guy like that.

Y/n noticed Jungkook towards her sophomore year of high school. He had always been attractive to her but she really took a notice to him at that time.

He was tall, handsome, and quiet. Super shy. The only time she had seen him really talk was during a history presentation when he had to read off some slides.

Her horny teenage brain definitely took notice towards the bulge in his pants whenever she looked his way.

Y/n was always with her friend group and Jungkook was always in way better and smarter classes than her. He never had any social media either, so she never had the chance to really make a move on him.

It was now their junior year in college and once she heard he was assigned to be her tutor, she had to do something.

Jungkook had hardly ever kissed a girl. A girl pecked his lips in his junior year of high school and he absolutely hated it.

Hated it because it wasn’t her.

She shifts on his lap. “That’s so cute. Are you waiting for someone to take it?”

He nodded quickly. He was hard as a rock. Her skirt was practically all the way lifted as she sat on his lap, driving him insane.

“Mm I’d be honored to volunteer.” She suggested.

“T-Take it— P-please.” He was practically whimpering out to her.

She didn’t waste her time, leaning forward to kiss his lips. She wasn’t too rough on him, but she definitely was working her lips on his.

“Gonna make you feel real good.” She smacked her lips against his, grabbing his hands, placing them over her ass cheeks. “Grab it okay?”

Jungkook bent his fingers, now holding her ass in his hands.

She traveled her lips down to the crook of his neck, creating a trail of dark hickeys.

Y/n was grinding on his lap with her skirt on as she marked up his neck. “No hickeys before either?”

There was no way this was really happening. Jungkook could go into shock. This was even better than he had ever imagined.

His breathing becomes heavier and heavier as she grinds on his lap, feeling the friction between their bodies.

He moans as she marks up his neck, his mind clouded with pleasure. He whimpers as she asks about hickeys, shaking his head slightly. “N-no...”

“You’re so much more vocal than I imagined. and I’m just kissing you.” She giggled.

He blushes profusely as she speaks about his vocalness, feeling embarrassed at how turned on he is by her touch.

He looks up at her as she pulls away from his neck, seeing the marks she left on his skin.

“So cute..” She pulled away from his neck. “All marked up, it looks intense.” She grabbed her handheld mirror, showing him what she did to him.

He gulps, reaching up to touch them gently. seeing the marks she left on his skin. He gulps, reaching up to touch them gently.

“You’re comfy right baby?” She asked him, making sure he was at ease while she tainted him.

“I-I’m fine.” He shakes his head, leaning into her touch as she runs her fingers through his hair. “N-no... it just... makes me want more... of you...” He confesses, feeling vulnerable and honest in front of her.

“You’re more than ready to lose your virginity huh baby?” She baby talked him. “Poor baby wants to be touched so bad.”

He blushes deeply at her words, nodding slowly. He's been a virgin for so long and he wants nothing more than to experience it with her.

“Y-yes...” He stammers, his voice barely above a whisper. I want to... be with you...”

“I’m almost there sweetheart. You’re doing so good being patient for me.” She comforted, seeing how whiny and desperate he was. It didn’t help that he was incredibly hard under her.

Her praises were driving him insane and she hadn’t even took his pants off yet. “Wha— What now?” He asks softly, hoping he doesn't sound too desperate.

She was practically drooling over the sight of him. His dick had been teasing her for centuries through his jeans, and she finally had it at her disposal.

He lets out a involuntary gasp as she unzips his pants and pulls out his dick. He blushes as she compliments him on his size. He never thought anyone would say that about him. “I-it's not that big...”

“You’re so humble.” She smirked. “I don’t even think I’ll be able to fit it inside me or my mouth.” She chuckled. “Let me know if it’s too much. Mm gonna sit on it first okay? Don’t have a condom so you’re going to have to pull out when you feel it okay?”

He nodded eagerly. “I-I’ll try my best.”

“That’s all I can ask of you.” She latched her lips onto his lips once more before sliding herself onto him, making their lips disconnect from their moans.

He was a mess from the start. Her pussy was so tight and wet, driving him insane.

He had always imagined what it would feel like but this was even better.

“O-Oh wow.” He whined, “F-Feels so t-tight”

Y/n bounced on him slowly, allowing him to feel all of her.

“It’s good huh baby?” Y/n cooed. “You’re so big baby”

“Mmph— it’s so wet—“ He whimpered.

He lets out a gasp, his hands instinctively reaching out to grab onto her hips for support. "F-fuck!"

She was moving her hips in a rhythmic motion that sent waves of pleasure coursing through his entire body. He moans softly, biting his lip to keep from making too much noise.

Y/n took a notice of his actions. “Don’t want you being quiet. I’ve waited so long to have you like this.” She stopped moving on top of him.

Jungkook's eyes snap open as Y/n stops moving, his cock throbbing with need and frustration at the sudden lack of stimulation.

He looks up at her with a desperate expression, pleading for her to continue with his actions. "P-please..."

She grabbed his neck subtly, not enough to really hurt him. She turned his chin to the side, “Covered you in so many hickeys, all for you to be quiet now?”

Jungkook's heart races as Y/n grabs his neck, a small whimper escaping his lips at the touch. He looks at her with a mixture of surprise and arousal, his mind racing at the sudden change in her demeanor. "I-I'm sorry...”

“What’re you going to do differently if I keep moving?” She growled into his ear. “Tell me. Use that pretty mouth.”

Jungkook's breath hitches as Y/n growls in his ear, his heart pounding in his chest. He swallows hard, trying to find the words to answer her question. "I-I'll... I'll make more noise...”

“Good boy…” She began moving again, “Mm— feels so good” Y/n moaned into his ear.

Jungkook's eyes roll back in pleasure as Y/n begins moving again, her moans in his ear sending chills down his spine.

He grips the sheets beneath him tightly, his body trembling with need as she bouncing on him. "F-fuck...I— never imagined p-pussy would be this good”

His desperate pleas sent her over the edge. She loved how he was so whiny and desperate all for her.

“Never baby?” She hummed, her voice sensually whispering against his ear.

Jungkook lets out a low groan as Y/n’s words register in his head, his mind filled with filthy thoughts. He nods his head, unable to find the words to speak. "N-no... I never thought... f-fuck..."

He was absolutely pussydrunk, the feeling of his cock being sunk into her pussy made him go insane.

If he was already obsessed with her before, he knew he was absolutely fucked now. “I-I m-might… mmgh…”

She knew how lost he was in her pussy, knowing he was close to cumming at any second.

She quickly got up off his cock, making him whimper at the sudden separation.

“Can’t have you cum inside baby.” She hushed him, knowing he was about to complain.

“I-I want to cum so bad— Please let me” He whined.

“You’re gonna cum baby. I wouldn’t do that to you.” She made her way off his lap.

She got in between his legs and on her knees. “Gonna suck you off pretty boy.”

She had no problem sucking him off after he was just inside of her. She opened her mouth, licking his tip to test the waters.

He can't help but moan as she licks his tip. He doesn't know what came over him, he bites his lip as she starts bobbing her head up and down on him.

He lets out a deep moan as she takes him all in. He's never felt anything like this before. He tries to hold back, but he can feel himself already getting close. He whined, warning her that he's about to cum.

She let him cum all in her mouth, not dare wasting a single drop as she swallowed.

He couldn’t believe what just happened. He's cumming in her mouth and she's swallowing every drop. He's never felt so satisfied in his life. He pulls out and pants. “Thank you... that was amazing.”

He was so infatuated with her. He had been beating his dick for years, whining and whimpering in his bedroom at merely the idea of his dick being sucked by her.

He blushes and stutters, trying to find the words. He can't believe what just happened.

“Y-you.. it was... amazing. I don't know what to say. Thank you.” He turns to face her, his eyes filled with gratitude as he repeated his thanks.

The two hung out for a bit longer, actually getting her tutoring done. She giggled. “i’ll see you at school tomorrow.” She waved as they bid their goodbyes.

He smiles and nods, still in shock about what happened. “Y-yeah, see you then.” He watches her shut the door, his heart racing with excitement. He can't believe she just sucked his dick, took his virginity, and then he was back to tutoring her.

His dreams finally came true.

༊—

The next day she was walking with her friends, and seemed to pass Jungkook’s friends group. She could hear Jungkook’s friends teasing him.

“Bro you have a hickey?!” They stared at his neck in amazement, adjusting their glasses to look closely.

Like stated, they were nobodies. All of them. Never had any interactions with women in their lives.

Jungkook covers his neck with his hand, trying to hide the hickey. He didn't realize it was so obvious, but he's glad he got it. He can't stop thinking about last night and her. “Sh-shut up gu-guys!”

His face turns bright red, shushing them and trying to avoid any more attention. “F-Fuck this is embarrassing.” He can't help but think about her again and the amazing time they had last night. He's already looking forward to seeing her again and continuing their tutoring sessions.

Y/n’s friends looked over at the boys. “What do you think that’s all about?” They asked amongst themselves.

“Why does it matter? Probably just some boring video game release. Or maybe a new textbook was added to the library!” One of the girls laughed.

Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle to herself, knowing damn well there would be more where that came from.

[theseinfernalangels]

Princess - Garrick Tavis

Synopsis: Sometimes, nicknames can be a little too accurate. 

A/N: FINALLY something for our man Garrick. This ties into my little OC universe, so give this a read first. I adore Garrick and Cosette’s dynamic, so I’ll definitely write some more for them soon. Happy reading!

Includes: Secrets, Garrick being cheeky, hurt-comfort. Takes place before Fourth Wing.

It, you decided, was much too bright in the sparring gym. The light beats against your eyes in a way that feels entirely too suffocating, starting from the back of your neck into the expanse of your scalp.

You’re concussed, most likely. You’d taken quite the beating on the mat, although you’d won in the end by virtue of threatening to — and almost actually — slitting another cadet’s throat. It was worth it in the end, but the pounding in the back of your brain made you really start to question if you should have just yielded for the sake of saving yourself.

You slump further into the corner of the gym, where the light just barely reached into the little crevice you’ve inserted yourself into. You felt dizzy and unfocused before, just barely managing to drag your way behind the other cadets to give yourself a moment to rest.

Stupid, you scold yourself. You look like a weak fool. 

It’s hard to watch the rest of the matches when you can barely look up without feeling nauseous. It’s loud, too; the whoops and cries of your classmates combined with the thuds and grunts of people hitting the ground was making you feel worse. You almost wish your father had dumped you with the Scribes instead. It would be boring, sure, but at least it would have been quiet.

You’re just about to drag yourself out of the gym to try and soothe your mind when the aching light is obstructed from your view, dimming the space around you just enough so that the pain isn’t searing. What the hell?

You squint. That’s most definitely a person standing with their back to you; their definition is broad and tall, but it’s a little hard to tell who’s saving you from a wicked migraine until something else catches your eye:

Cloudy, ink-like swirls stretching up an arm. Marked. From their sheer size, to the fact that they’re doing this act of kindness for you at all…

Ah. Your savior of the hour is Garrick Tavis.

You’re not sure how this little…arrangement of yours came about. Garrick, by all means, should probably hate you for a multitude of reasons. You thought he was going to kill you the first (and only) time you actually managed to pin him during a match. Instead, though, he’d just lazily grinned up at you, his (admittedly gorgeous) hazel eyes sparkling mischievously.

“Damn,” he’d said in a low voice. “Who knew a princess could have some bite to her?”

You weren’t even sure if he actually knew your secret. The man was smart, sure, but you thought you were smarter. If he knew who you actually were, he didn’t indicate it. The nickname, the one that pissed you off to new extremes, the one he’d defaulted to using every time he had to interact with you, just felt way too intentional. 

Maybe you were just paranoid.

Glancing back up at him, you smile weakly. “Playing my saving grace again, Tavis?” you tease, wincing as you rest your head against the wall.

He half-turns, keeping you in his peripherals. “No offense, Camden, but you look like you’re about to keel over. You went down pretty hard earlier, no?”

You sigh. You supposed you probably did look like shit. You certainly felt like it. “Fair. You, uh…don’t have to do that, you know. I was about to head over to the infirmary, anyway.”

He scoffs. “Not a chance, Princess. They’re not letting us out of here for another hour, tops. No exceptions.”

Your temper flares a little. You start to rise before another bout of dizziness hits you, sending you directly back on to the ground. “How many times have I told you not to call me that?”

Garrick turns fully, crouching in front of you and searching your eyes to see if you were actually about to faint. Luckily for you, though, he’s tall enough that him crouching is still enough to block out most of the irritating light of the gym. 

“A lot.” He smiles slyly. “But it suits you. You’re no damsel in distress, but if you weren’t here, you’d probably be up in some manor waiting for diplomat studies. You’re pretty enough for it, at least.”

Oh, the irony. You wish you were still in diplomatic studies.

“Well, still,” you say with a scowl. “Don’t fucking call me that.”

“Of course.”

A beat. His eyes sparkle.

“My Queen.”

Shit. You almost choke.

“How embarrassing,” you hear your dragon muse in the back of your mind. “Say something, Ríoga. The Wind-Wielder will capitalize on any moment he catches you off-guard, you know.”

You try to slow your racing heart (whether it’s from being flustered or panicked, you can’t tell) and just raise an eyebrow, although your fingers twitch. “That has to be some form of Navarrian blasphemy.”

Garrick’s head tilts back as he laughs. “Blasphemy?” he echoes. “Hardly. If anything, it’s a prophecy.”

He leans a little closer, leaving the two of you knee-to-knee. His tone lowers. “I’m serious, Camden. You’re fucking stunning, even when you’re sort of out of it. You hate being called a princess, but it really does suit you.”

You hate that. You despise it. You’ve gone your whole life being reminded time and time again that, even if you did have that Tauri blood running through your veins, you’d never be royal. Bastards, no matter how great, no matter the good they did, no matter the legends they conceived, could never be truly royal. Not in ways that mattered.

Coming from Garrick, though…

Huh. The title felt different. Perhaps because he didn’t spit it the way other, more aware people did. He never taunted you with it, never sneered it, never looked down on you. You weren’t considered a real princess, but you could be a princess to him.

Your lips twitch. “Please. I’ll believe it when I see it.”

His expression falls into one of incredulity. “You’re kidding. Look in a damn mirror.” 

He looks as if he’s about to go on a whole rant before he’s cut off by a sharp, “Tavis! Get your ass back on the mat!”

The both of you falter for a second before you grin. “I guess that’s your cue.”

You think you catch Garrick looking slightly…disappointed before he schools his face into a teasing mask.

“Guess so,” he says before leaning a little closer. His lips brush against your temple, making your heart pound exponentially faster.

“See you around, Princess.”

[sierrale8ne]

mom oc with paige? she can be the one who stepped up but once they get alone it gets smutty

paige bueckers x mom!oc

nsfw // really long, porn with plot, takes place when paige is in the w (year 3 in LA), stepmommy paige, soft!dom!paige, sub!oc, fingering, dirty talk, nipple play, some soft smut and very sweet fluff!

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Savea huffed lowly as she set her wax stick on her vanity, gently tugging her jet black hair into a ponytail at the top of her head, slicking it to perfection before dropping her hands and rolling her shoulders. Her two and a half year old daughter, Zion, sat on the carpeted floor near her feet playing with a unicorn plushie gifted to her by Savea’s girlfriend.

When Savea first met Paige, she was 23 years old and Zion was around a year old. She had just gotten out of an extremely toxic relationship with her child’s father who was ultimately out of the picture immediately after they broke up, and not looking for any type of relationship.

But Paige was simply different. She was very patient with her, understanding that Savea still wasn’t used to being treated as amazingly as Paige treated her nor was she used to communicating her feelings and emotions. But it was very easy to fall for her because Paige was an amazing woman who genuinely wouldn’t hurt a fly.

When Savea took that next step in introducing the athlete to her daughter, Paige practically fell in love all over again. Zion, though very young, was still a complete carbon copy of Savea. From her eyes to the shape of her nose and even her smile.

There was nothing the woman loved more than watching Paige become a parental figure to Zion. Caring for her when she woke up at night, to bringing her back gifts from every single road trip. She even went as far as having designated time with Zion every Sunday (yes, even when she was on the road), no excuses.

They were currently getting ready for one of Paige’s games where the Sparks would be playing the Valkyries in a California classic. It was the first home game back from all-star break and the game was heavily marketed, mostly because of the Sparks biggest stars in Paige, Cameron Brink, and Rickea Jackson going up against Paige’s former UConn teammates Azzi Fudd and Nika Mühl.

Savea was excited, not only because of the atmosphere, but being able to meet some of her girlfriend’s favorite people in person (finally) was something she was looking forward to.

“Mommy!” Zion’s voice ran through her ear as she picked her up off the floor, holding her to her hip as she grabbed her bag and other necessities all at once.

“Yes, Z?”

Zion brought her little hand up towards her face before gesturing towards the unicorn on the floor. Savea chucked before bending over and picking it up, handing it to her daughter.

“Thank you, mommy.”

“You’re welcome, my baby.”

***

Shuffling the excited toddler into the car and keeping her entertained throughout the ride to Crypto.com Arena was definitely a bit of a struggle, but once they got closer to the arena Zion settled a little bit.

Her cream colored kitten heels clicked against the yellow hardwood floor, while Zion ran by her feet.

Paige wanted them to show up a little before shoot around so she could meet everyone before the fans started to pack the stands. She had even made sure the two were able to get into the family and eat something before the game, it was very considerate of her and Savea made sure to thank her for it later.

“Paigey!” The little girl screamed, spotting the blonde in a courtside seat finishing up a conversation with one of her assistant coaches. An iPad between them as they looked at film.

She looked up, pushing back the flyaways of her slick back bun. She opened up her arms, leaning forward towards the end of the seat. “Hey, babygirl!” A grin so big it reached her eyes she she picked Zion up in her arms.

The little girl’s short arms wrapped around her neck while Paige peppered her cheeks with kisses. Savea smiled from her spot a few feet away, adjusting the Marc Jacobs bag on her shoulder.

“P, look!” She yelled, fingers pointing to the white shirt Savea styled her in with Paige’s face on it. “D’you like it?”

“I love it, Z! Thank you so much.”

Paige had brought her attention away from Zion’s shirt, listening to her talk about her day with her mom as she walked up towards Savea. She was fairly shameless in the way she sized her up. The black backless shirt with gold jewelry complemented her carmel skin wonderfully. Her cheetah print pants sat beautifully low waisted on her hips, and face done up to accentuate her already goddess like appearance.

Savea noticed, calling her closer with her forefinger before planting a short kiss on her lips.

“Hey, ma. You good?” Paige asked, disappointed that the kiss she’d been thinking about all day only lasted for a few seconds.

“Mmhm.”

“You look good.” Her girlfriend complemented. Her hand briefly went to cover Zion’s eyes with her hand before she jokingly, and dramatically, bit her lip. She mouthed something a little too nasty because Savea’s jaw dropped and she hit the blonde’s arm with a force she didn’t even know she had.

“Ow! Z, mommy just hit me!” Paige pouted.

“Mommy, don’t hit her!” Zion frowned, crossing her arms on her chest and Paige stuck her tongue out in victory.

This is what she regretted about introducing the two. Paige was literally a six year old trapped in an adults body. The two together was like working at a daycare. Savea reluctantly apologized, rolling her eyes at Paige when her daughter stopped glaring at her with her adorable brown doe eyes.

“Okay, so,” Paige started. “I have some people who really really want to meet you, is that okay with you, Z?” She asked, running her fingers through Zion’s curly hair. Azzi and Nika were just walking into the gym from their side of the arena, their lavender colored warmups slowly approaching the group of three. The child curled into Paige’s chest, looking to her mom for some sort of support.

Savea nodded. “It’s okay! We’ll go with you, princess. Don’t be scared.” She smiled, instating some confidence into the little girl’s heart.

“Okay.” Zion mumbled, reaching for her mom and Paige allowed the other woman to take her from her grasp.

***

“But I thought you wear yellow and purple?” Zion yawned as she looked up at Paige slightly confused.

It had been a little over two hours after the game had ended. The match up living up to its expectations. The Sparks had thankfully came out with a two point victory 88-86 thanks to a game saving block by Cameron on Nalyssa Smith in the last few seconds.

Paige had played great, and both Savea and Zion nearly lost their voices cheering for her. A 29 point game coupled with 10 rebounds and 6 assists, a few steals and a memorable block added to the stat sheet as well.

The blonde sat on the carpeted floor of Savea’s LA Apartment. Zion sat soundly in her lap, taking sips from the warm milk Paige had provided her to get her to sleep, it was definitely a little past the toddler’s usual bedtime. After getting back from the game Zion could not stop talking about how cool she thought Paige’s job was, so her bedtime story hearing about and looking at memories from Paige’s career up until now. Pictures from when she played at Hopkins, to when she held that National Title trophy over her head during her last year at UConn. (a/n: manifesting)

“Well I do now, but I used to wear white and blue for a very long time.” Paige explained.

“I like blue.” Zion Yawned again, and Paige took the sippy cup away from her little hands.

“I know you do.” Paige laughed, wiping the dribble of milk that fell from her lips. “I think it might be bedtime for you, princess.”

She didn’t miss the frown that spread across Zion’s face, “I don’t wanna!” She whined, shaking her head viciously and burying herself deeper into Paige’s hold. “Please, Paigey?”

Paige very clearly hated telling Zion ‘no.’ She felt like the words should never even form on her tongue when talking to the little girl, but it was past 11:30 at night and keeping her up longer would only be a recipe for disaster come morning time. “It’s late, baby girl. You gotta go to bed.”

Savea could sense her daughter getting frustrated, so she walked over. She sat on the sofa that Paige rested her back against. Her hand subconsciously slipping to cup Paige’s cheek. “Z, let her put you to bed, okay? You got all day tomorrow to do whatever you want.” She reasoned.

Zion looked over to Paige, her frown turning into a smile when she stood up on her thighs and wrapped her arms around her neck. “One more story? Please!” Dragging out the ending sound, Zion eagerly jumped up and down.

“Okay! Okay, one more, that’s it.” Paige gave in. “But we’re going upstairs.”

“Thank you, mama.”

Paige’s brows furrowed for a few milliseconds before her head shot up to look at Savea. The expression on her face was incredulous. Savea simply shrugged, a matching smile on her face.

“Did you just call me, mama?” Paige asked, returning her attention to Zion.

“Sorry, I won’t—”

“No. No! Don’t apologize, princess. Of course you can call me that. I’d love it if you called me that.” Paige reassured. She held Zion close, probably closer than she’d even realized.

Savea didn’t fight the smile that formed on her face. She was very stingy with who she allowed around her daughter, and rightfully so. When she had first introduced Zion to Paige she had only hoped that Paige would be around for a long time, not only to protect her heart but Zion’s as well. This was even more than she had expected. It was heartwarming and she was so grateful to be able to watch the two’s relationship form into what it was now.

***

Savea finally made her way to her bathroom after watching Paige hold Zion to her chest and take her into her bedroom. This was another thing she loved about having the athlete around, she didn’t have to do it all alone. She was able to take time for herself in ways she wasn’t able to do before.

She had gotten out of the shower, body clean and smelling of her Vanilla body wash. Her favorite rose colored night robe on her body as she finished the rest of skin care routine. A few knocks on her door got her attention.

She tugged the door open to reveal her girlfriend. The blonde stepped into the brightly lit bathroom, her arms immediately wrapping around Savea’s waist and pulling her close. Paige tucked her head into the woman’s neck, “You smell nice.”

“Thank you! It’s that new body butter you got me.” Savea answered. Her hands dropped to hold onto the arms around her waist. Paige still had on her outfit from the game. A simple white graphic t-shirt that had the sleeves cut off; she was obviously in the mood to show off her muscles tonight. Her baggy light wash jeans clung low to her hips, the band of her Calvin Klein’s peaking out. “You played good tonight, it was kinda hot.” She changed the subject.

Paige’s lips puckered, pushing a kiss to Savea’s neck. She was soft with it, teasing as she looked into her eyes through the mirror. “I had a baddie sitting in the box, I had to show out.” She joked. Savea rolled her eyes at the cockiness that ran through her body.

“Okay, Jordan Poole.”

“I’m serious! You shoulda seen her, baby. She got a pretty smile, body on a whole different level, she was cheering me on the whole game too.” Paige continued, she slightly rocked the two side to side as she spoke.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm, definitely a MILF. Shoulda seen her.” She teased. Paige kissed Savea’s neck again. Her hand moved to the silk string of her robe, playing with it but not tugging the robe open. “She ain’t got shit on you though.

“At all?”

“Nope. You just do something different to me. Can’t ever be replicated.” Paige said. She gently turned Savea around so she could look at her pretty face up close. Her eyes raked her girlfriend’s body, her tits just barely peaked out of the top of the silk cover up. The curve of Savea’s hips, though, was probably Paige’s favorite. Her skin was decorated in pretty stretch marks that she always made sure to show extra love to.

Savea puckered her lips, teasingly sticking them out for Paige to finally kiss them. Connecting them in a gentle kiss, Paige cupped Savea’s cheeks in her hand as she kissed them repeatedly. Savea let her, shoulders relaxing into Paige’s comfort as she melted into the kiss.

Paige’s tongue pushed slowly between her lips. It was a feeling and a taste she would never get over, even after these last couple years together. Savea tasted like candy, like hot chocolate on a snow day, like ice cream. So familiar and sweet.

Paige moaned softly and it spurred Savea on as she sucked dangerously on the pink muscle. Paige kisses back harder, the only signs of breathing being the short sounds of air leaving her nose.

The blonde pulled back delicately, pressing her pink lips to Savea’s cheek, then her jaw, and finally on her earlobe. “Sav?”

“Hmm?” She responded.

“Can I take this off?” Paige gestured towards her robe, tugging on the lace hem with the tips of her fingers.

Savea nodded, eyes going wide and eager. “Please.”

Her slender fingers untied the knot that kept the frail fabric together, watching it fall open around Savea’s body. Her breasts round and decorated with her hardened nipples and ridiculously sexy tan lines. A low whistle left Paige’s mouth as she continued sizing her up.

“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, baby. My God.” Paige exclaimed. Her hands traveled up to Savea’s tits, cupping them before they moved to her hips. “Take these off.” She instructed. Her fingers snapped the simple navy colored cotton underwear against her hips. Savea reached to pull them off until the pooled by her feet and Paige took it as an opportunity to take off her white shirt, leaving her in a black Nike sports bra and her jeans.

To say Savea’s gawked at her body would be an understatement.

She stood practically drooling. Her abs were so defined and the muscles on her arms unintentionally flexed with each movement she made. The sight alone was more than enough to have her soaking wet between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together, hoping to alleviate the pressure there.

“Babe, I don’t think you understand how bad I need you right now.”

“Show me then.”

Savea’s legs slightly parted, giving Paige room to step closer and stand between them more. A hand gripped her waist while the other trailed from the center of her chest and down her stomach. Savea rested against the counter, her palms flush against the cool marble sink when Paige ran her middle finger through her folds.

The slick pooled on her finger, catching her by surprise. She brought her finger to her lips, licking her girlfriend’s precum off of it before licking her lips.

“Hiding that from me all day, Sav?”

“Paige c’mon.” Savea breathed out, her head lolling to the side where she looked at Paige teasingly. A pout gracing her face.

She wanted more and Paige could tell, so her finger slipped inside slowly, gently parting her folds and brushing her walls with the long finger. Savea took a deep breath following that with a bite of her plump bottom lip. Her fingers were good company while Paige was busy, but they never did the job as well as her girlfriend did.

“Shit, you’re already dripping?” Paige groaned at the sight.

“You don’t know how sexy you look when you play.” Savea defended, but her mind was elsewhere, namely the slight rake of Paige’s long finger moving inside of her. “Been like this for hours, P.”

“You think you can take another?”

“Two more. Fuck, I’ll take three more. Just fuck me, P.”

Paige was never one for making her woman wait, so she nudged her clit gently with her ring finger. Her hand stilled before pushing in the second finger followed by the third. Savea’s insane wetness made it easy.

“You’re so tight, Sav.” Paige mumbled, dragging her fingers in and out at a dangerously slow pace. Her lip tucked between her teeth while she watched Savea’s body writhe. “You like that, baby?”

She nodded in response, a moan mixed with a whine leaving her pouted lips.

Paige’s head traveled to her girlfriend’s chest. Her lips kissing gently on it before traveling to her tits. She grasped one in her hand, tongue slowly peeking out of her mouth to lick Savea’s sensitive nipple. Paige did it again, but this time softly biting on the flesh. Her fingers started speeding up, the thickness of the three combined with the sucking on her tits made Savea’s eyes roll.

“Ha— Paige. Oh fuck, just like that.” She whimpered. Her hand cradled Paige’s head, fingers tangling into the long blonde hair. Her head fell back as she gripped onto the edge of the sink with her free hand. “Feels ‘s good.” Savea praised.

Her girlfriend’s lips continued with opened mouth kisses across her skin, tongue teasing her nipples and soothing the hickeys that formed there. The pace Paige had set for herself was dreadfully slow, teasing that one spot over and then slowing down before speeding up again. She pulled back from Savea’s chest, biting her bottom lip while she moved.

“You’re so pretty, Sav.” Paige complemented. Her arm began to sting, her muscles tensing from the increased rigor. Her middle finger curved just slightly and Savea’s head shot up with a shade of pink accented on her cheeks. “Oh my God, listen to that.” Paige fired. The wetness of Savea’s cunt was doing unimaginable things to her, soaking her boxers without a doubt.

“Baby,” Savea started. Her hand darted down to her clit, but Paige pushed the hand away.

Her need for control was so apparent. Her tall and muscular body towered over her menacingly and Savea craved it. She lived off of that feeling.

“Let me get you right.” Paige groaned as she pressed her thumb to the woman’s clit. She applied a steady pressure to the nerves, rubbing tight circles over it. “Fuck you just like you need it. You’re takin’ it so good, mama.”

“It’s so fucking—sensitive.” Savea gasped.

She raised in volume, and although the feeling was otherworldly, she still had her child sleeping in the room next door. Her hand pressed to her mouth to silence her growing cries.

Paige’s fingers pressed against her spot over and over and over again. The curling of her fingers hit that gummy spot and made Savea’s legs nearly give out on her. Her stomach was doing summersaults and the knot tightened.

“Let it go, Sav.” Paige instructed. “All down my hand, let that shit go.” Her veiny hand peeled Savea’s palm from her mouth. Paige’s lips hovered over hers, nearly touching but not yet as she breathed in all of her girlfriend’s breathless pleas. “Let me hear you.”

“‘M so close.”

“I know, Ma.”

“You’re so deep.”

Paige smirked at that, pushing her hand further until a squeal escaped Savea. “I’ll go deeper. Just need you to cum. Make a mess on this floor, go ‘head.”

“Paige!” Savea hiccuped, a groan leaving her lips as she steadied a hand on her broad shoulder. Eyes glued shut and mouth agape as she approached her climax.

“Look at me, love.” Paige spoke softly. Her hand slipped to the back of Savea’s neck, refocusing her attention.

Savea’s eyes blinked open, a glassy look on her brown eyes. Her body was on fire thanks to Paige, she knew her like the back of her hand. The blonde hit her spot with ease, repeatedly pushing at her button and rubbing her clit simultaneously until Savea’s legs shook and she gripped her shoulder with an electric force as she came.

Her jaw fell slack, her moans coming out as more dragged out breaths. Her chest heaved, and Paige’s eyes remained glued to her, even after she broke their eye contact. Her cum pooled in Paige’s palm, the sticky substance coating her hand and Savea’s thighs.

The athlete took another step forward to connect their lips, her fingers gently slipping out of her cunt. “I love you.” She spoke in between short pecks.

“I love you too, P.” Savea whispered back.

Her arms finally draped around her shoulders to hold her close, and Paige’s wildly exhausted ones fell together at Savea’s hips. They stood like that for a while softly shifting side to side while Savea caught her breath. Her head fit perfectly in Paige’s neck, inhaling the scent of her cologne that still managed to stay on throughout the night. Paige’s clean hand drew circles on her lower back, muttering soft, sweet nothings into her ear.

“Paige?”

“Yeah?”

“I know I say this all the time, but I really am so thankful for everything you do to help me out with Z.” Savea’s voice was low, she nearly drifted off to sleep right where she stood. “None of it goes unnoticed.”

“Baby don’t worry about it. You’re my family, I’m just doing my part.” Paige spoke into Savea’s hair. This was her life. Sure she got to play the sport she loved and the fame and attention that came with it was an added bonus, but she had Savea and Zion. Her motivation to keep going, even when she hated going to the gym in the morning. She had a family. “Oh my God, she called me mama today.” Paige finally realized.

She couldn’t fight the smile that formed on her face even if she tried. Savea nodded from her spot in Paige’s neck, giggling like a child when she looked up into her girlfriend’s bright blues.

“I know! You should’ve seen your face.” Savea pointed out, and just like that Paige was joining her in laughter, holding her lover close by while she talked.

And when their night came to an end, after they took a shower (yes another shower for Savea) and the girl returned the favor to Paige in said shower. After all was said and Savea fell asleep in the strong arms of her lover, Paige closed her eyes with a smile on her face. Thinking of her girl, and their little family.

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authors note so so so cute, thank you anon! domestic paige is my favvvvvvorite but i thought it would be weird to write about her like this while she’s still at uconn idk.. so LA PAIGE (💔)

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CURRENTLY VIEWING : slightly obsessive deliquent oc x good student male!reader

「ㅤSFWㅤ」ㅤbandaging up your (almost) bf adrien after a bad fight!

✙ warnings — mention of violence / blood / slight homophobia / slight suggestions of stalking or obsession

notes ,, first actual writing post... hope you guys like it "

Adrien and you lived two worlds. You were a model student, perfect in every way, whereas Adrien was nothing but a deliquent who skipped all his classes and failed all of his subjects (except for sports). If you two were so different, how did you end up together?

It started with an exchange of glances when you both started your first year of being a senior, somehow your presence was never known by Adrien until that one glance turned into never ending eye-contact, briefly smiling at eachother as you two met eyes from across the courtyard. His heart felt like it was about to crumble whenever you smiled at him. Your lips, your perfectly imperfect teeth shining at him. He had definitely fallen for you.

But how would his friends feel if they knew he was crushing on another guy?

As much as he wanted to hide it he couldn't. Everytime he went home and sat down in his chair, he would be welcomed with your face in the form of printed pictures stored in his top drawer. He knew it was wrong but he couldn't help it, you were so attractive you reeled him in like a fish. But somehow. Somehow. You and him talked more and more, exchanged numbers, hung out a few times and even brushed hands once! Adrien for sure didn't wash his hand after that. You weren't confirmed to be dating but it sure seemed like it.

And that was the start of Adrien's fall for you.

It was around 5:00pm, the sun still shining brightly but casted a slight orange hue into the empty council room, indicating that sunset would near. You were currently in said room, sorting the books, cleaning the tables, finishing off the work your teachers assigned you because you were such a good student. Yeah it was nice for them to rely on you but to be honest, all you wanted to do was go home but alas you couldn't.

Almost as if the universe pitied your unbearable boredom, the door to the council room clicked opened. At first you thought it was a teacher, but turning around you met the deep eyes of Adrien. His soulless eyes bore into yours, his knuckles dripping with blood as he stumbled into the room, almost collapsing on the couch.

"Got into another fight," He grumbled, his deep sultry voice reverberated in the room. Shit, his voice was hot. Snapping out of your thoughts, you quickly rushed over to him, viewing his bloody and bruised knuckles. It looked bad. Probably from beating the shit out of someone but you wouldn't question it. After some rummaging around you finally found the first aid kit, clicking the white box open before kneeling down infront of Adrien, a small smirk plastered his face.

"You don't have to you know? I just wanted—" Adrien's voice was cut out by a sharp hiss as you applied the alcohol to his wounds.

"Let me be a good friend to you."

Ooh... friend? That hit Adrien straight to the gut

"I just wanted company."

"Then your not allowed to hold my hand with those bloody knuckles."

"..."

"please bandage my fingers."

A wholehearted chuckle left your throat as you fished out the puppy patterned bandages around his knuckles, making sure you kissed each and every knuckles after. Just to make sure that there was no lingering pain of course, not because you two were had something for eachother or anything. You looked up at Adrien to see a small smile on his face, he was always so serious looking and whenever he smiled it was usually the shit eating grin type of smile. You had only really grown closer with him for a few weeks now so... why were you already hooked on him?

"You lost in thought?" He asked, snapping you out of your little trance. You shook your head, and he brought your chin up to meet his in a light kiss, his calloused fingertips gripping your chin lightly while his other hand found solace in your own. It was something straight out of a romance movie, his warm fingers against yours, his lips against your soft ones in such a gentle kiss. You never knew deliquents could be this gentle. Pulling away you wiped your lips and tugged your hands from Adrien's. You weren't dating him. You can't do this. You turned your head a pout adorned your lips, "Don't just casually kiss me," you huffed.

"But I know you liked it." Adrien hummed.

extra notes ,, I didn't have a full goal for what relationship reader and Adrien would have but i really liked the enemies to lovers sort of denial trope. I also experimented with the colour coding of the text, I find it easier to identify when they're speaking but let me know your preferences! I'm a bit nervous posting this since its my first time ever posting on tumblr but yeah! Also no smut yet, still getting warmed up you know

[lilaccmilk]

Would You Still Love Me If I Was A Werewolf?

Pairing: Werewolf Boyfriend x Human!Reader Warnings: idk werewolf? shitty description of shifting into a werewolf. A/N: Now I know I said I'll make an OC, but I'm too indecisive to pick a name. Please send me name ideas for my OC.

You heard the door open and checked the time '11 pm'. You sigh feeling helpless. Your boyfriend has started coming home late, or sometimes staying cooped up in his room refusing to come out. This has been going on for a month, since the camping trip you went to with him and your friends.

Truth be told, at first when he started coming late you felt as if he was doing something behind your back. But his behaviour and mood keeps fluctuating. Sure he becomes aggressive. Very aggressive. But not towards you, god no, he could never be aggressive towards you. Either he's very clingy and needy, or just pulls away from you.

Not only that but he's gotten warmer. His voice has turned more.....deep. And he has a bit of a growl in his voice. He's gotten a bit taller, muscular. His teeth feel like they're sharper. In all honesty, he has started to feel like one of the creatures in a monster fucking blog. But you try to tell yourself that you must be imagining things. Sure you're delusional, but not that delusional.

Today was one of those days where he was feeling clingy towards you. You were lying on the couch, with your boyfriend partially on top of you, his head resting on your chest. When suddenly he looked up at you.

"Hey....love?" he started to speak. "Hmm?"

"I have a question....Would you still love me if i was a w-"

"Worm?" you cut him off with amusement in your eyes.

"Huh? a worm?" He blinked.

"Yeah, weren't you going to ask me if I'd still love you if you were a worm."

"No. What kind of stupid question is that? Wait nevermind. Let me rephrase....what do you think about werewolves?"

You stared at him, your thoughts going haywire ⎯ 'Why did he ask me that? Did he find out about my monster fucking blog? Did he go through my tumblr? Wait is that why he's getting distant.' ⎯ amidst the chaos in your head you managed to croak out "I uh...like to believe they're real. If it's about that werewolf blog I run, it's just fiction...right? Like you know, werewolves don't exist. It's like writing for a fictional character. If it bothers you I'll stop. I should have-" you get cut off by him kissing you.

"I um....well it might sound crazy. So let me show you instead of telling you." He stands up and then closes his eyes. You look at him in anticipation and feel the energy shift in the room, you notice him opening his eyes that have darkened. His bones start to break and stick out in directions they're not meant to stick out. His height grows and he starts snarling. After what feels like an eternity, you're face to face werewolf that is around 7 feet. Well not exactly face to face since he towers over you.

He then shifts back and now you're looking at your very human boyfriend again. You're too awestruck to do or say anything. And then, you squeal. In delight. This catches your boyfriend off-guard and he just tilts his head in confusion. You hug him, full force.

"Does this mean you're fine with me being a werewolf?" he asks tentatively.

"I love you for who you are, not for your appearance. And your werewolf side is still you. I'll always love you." you say with a grin.

"I'm glad I have you. And what was that about writing for werewolves? I'd love to hear about your fantasies love." he says with a teasing grin, but you know he was serious about knowing your fantasies. You're in for a long night.

[luvrgirl4roman]

When Desire Strikes

Roman Reigns X Malika (Plus size Black OC)

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: 18 +, Smut, cussing, creampie, daddy kink, unprotected p in v, Oral (woman giving and receiving), restraints being used.

My apologies, I barely proofread. I hope you enjoy 😊

Malika looks in the mirror, takes a deep breath, and drops her head. As her curls hover over her face, she whispers, "It's just a date." She's usually not nervous, but she hasn’t entertained a man in over ten months. Roman moved into the neighborhood about five months ago, and they frequently run into each other at the grocery store, the gym, and Tropical Smoothie. She first laid eyes on him at the gym; he was using the bicep machine, and she couldn’t stop staring. He had salt-and-pepper hair in a messy bun, a matching thick beard, and wore a black tank top with matching shorts. Whenever he did a curl, he let out an animalistic grunt as the veins in his muscular arms bulged. As sweat dripped from his forehead, nose, onto his chest, Malika was so entranced that she almost fell off the treadmill. She quickly regained her balance, continued her workout, and went about her day.

She couldn’t get him out of her head for two days after that. With so much sexual frustration pent up, he made her feel feral. They went from nodding at the gym to saying "hey" at the grocery store and then to small talk. Malika was taken aback when he stopped her in the Tropical Smoothie parking lot and asked for her number. Surprisingly, he was a great texter—he kept the conversation interesting and never let more than five minutes pass without replying. He was very flirty without being creepy or sending unsolicited dick pics. They set up a couple of gym dates, during which he would spot her for barbell squats. The sexual tension was definitely high. The way his hands hovered over her plush, thick frame and hips took her mind to dirty places. It had been ten months since she felt a man's touch, and her body was screaming for Roman. One day, after one of their gym dates, he finally asked her out on an actual date.

"It's a nice lounge that I frequent, and I would love for you to be my date. We can order food, have some drinks, and talk," he says.

"I-I would love to," Malika replies, shuddering over her words.

"Great! I'll pick you up tomorrow around 8 PM."

She was so excited that she could barely sleep that night. After passing out, she was awakened hours later by her usual good morning text from Roman. She couldn't help but think that he would be saying "Good morning" tomorrow from her bed. She replied to his text and drifted back to sleep. When she woke up the second time, she checked her phone; it was 12:30 PM. It was her day off, so she usually slept in. She got up, washed her face, brushed her teeth, and fixed a late breakfast of spinach, eggs, and toast. She could barely eat from excitement and nerves. She didn't need to do any maintenance for the date since she had done so earlier in the week; all she had to do was figure out her outfit, shoes, fragrance, and accessories.

"What's the attire for tonight?" she texted Roman.

"Casual, nothing too dressy. I can't wait to see you tonight, by the way," he replied.

"I can't wait to see you too, handsome." she responded, grinning at her phone.

Time flew, and soon it was time for her to get ready. She wrapped up her hair and hopped in the shower. After showering and exfoliating, Malika headed to her closet and found a gorgeous, mid-thigh, spaghetti-strap black sundress covered in pink and red roses to wear. She pulled out her black platform sandals and accessorized her look with a beautiful gold necklace featuring a heart pendant and hoops. She releases her 26-inch curly sew-in from her bonnet, puts on deodorant, applies mascara, body cream, lip gloss, and sprays on FORVR Mood's "You Remind Me." As she checks herself in the mirror, Roman texts her that he's outside. She grabs her black crossbody bag and keys and heads out the door. Roman is standing next to his black 2024 Maserati Quattroporte, its tinted windows gleaming. He wears a black collared shirt and black slacks, and his hair is neatly tied back in a bun. “You look beautiful,” he says as he opens the passenger door for her.

“Thank you, you look great,” she replies with a smile as she climbs into his car, and they head out. She glances over at him as he drives; he looks and smells incredible, with his hair perfectly styled, a full luscious beard, soft lips, and muscular arms filling out his black collared shirt. They arrive at the lounge and enter. The place is dimly lit, with music playing at a respectful level. The soft hum of patrons lounging in their chairs fills the air as they engage in conversation over drinks and food. Roman and Malika make their way to the bar, where the bartender greets them and asks what they would like to eat and drink. Roman orders a surf and turf meal with his steak cooked medium-well and a whiskey neat, while Malika requests Chicken Alfredo and a Blue Motherfucker.

“Your usual spot is available,” the attendant says as he leads them to the quietest area in the lounge. The lounge chair feels soft against Malika's skin, and the dim red lights create a sensual atmosphere.

“I'll go grab your drinks now,” the attendant adds.

“Thank you,” Roman and Malika reply in unison.

“This is an amazing spot; I’ve never been here before,” Malika remarks.

“Yeah, I love it here. I've been coming for about a year now; it's a nice place to unwind at the end of the day.”

“I definitely understand.”

After some small talk over drinks, their food arrives. A comfortable silence envelops them as their forks scrape against the plates, followed by the occasional eye contact. As Malika slurps up her fettuccine noodles covered in Alfredo sauce, Roman’s eyes meet hers, and he smiles. For a moment, Malika wishes it was Romans dick that she was slurping, but she quickly reels her thoughts back in. They finish their meals, and Malika orders a round of tequila shots. Roman declines, citing his need to drive, so Malika takes his shot as well. It felt as if that shot went straight to her core; she could feel a tingle anytime Roman did anything. The way he licked his lips, the way he spoke to the attendant, the intense gaze he held while talking with her—she couldn't take it anymore; she wanted him now! "I can't hold this any longer. I want you to take me home, please," she said softly not breaking eye contact.

"D-Did I say something wrong? I'm so—"

"You've nothing wrong, I want you to come home with me tonight," she said, grabbing his hand.

" I would love to," Roman grinned. He paid the tab, and they headed out to his car. He opened the sunroof, and as she looked up at the clear night sky, the moon shined bright, and the stars were clear and beautiful. The summer night air flowed through her hair and grazed her skin. She closed her eyes, and for the first time in months, she felt stress-free. 

She looked over at Roman, eagerly anticipating their night ahead. They arrived at her apartment, and she stumbled out of the car. Roman grabbed his gym bag from the back, which held toiletries and a change of clothes, and they headed for the door. As soon as she put the keys in the lock, Roman began pressing his manhood against her ass. She opened the door and dropped everything at the entryway. Roman trailed behind her as she pushed him against the door, locking it while standing on her tiptoes to reach his lips. They helped each other rip off their clothes, moaning into each other’s mouths as they kissed.

"It's been a while since I've had sex, so I might be a bit aggressive at times. Is that something you're okay with?" Roman asks, completely naked, his eight-inch brown member and balls hanging free. Malika feels a rush of excitement as she imagines him invading her throat and insides. "It's cool with me; I like rough," she replies. They move over to Malika's dining room, where he bends her over the sleek brown marble table, her breasts pressing against the cool surface, her nipples hardening. He grips her voluptuous waist with his left hand and with his right hand slaps his cock against her clit, the sound wet and sticky. "You ready?" he asks in a deep, sultry tone. "Yes, please," she moans back. "Oh shit, you're already wet for me; I love that." He slides his into her slowly, grunting as he gauges how much she can take. She lets out a moan as her body tenses from his girth entering her.

"Fuck, you're so tight. I don’t know if I can fit; let’s try," he mutters, pushing his entire length deep inside her. A whimper escapes her as he fills her completely. "You like the way I stretch you out, huh?" he growls, delivering a sharp smack to her ass. "Yesss, big daddy," she moans, as he grabs her curly hair, quickening his rhythm. 

At this point, he's thrusting into her so hard that her ass creates a rippling effect against his abdomen. Each stroke hits her G-spot, sending her legs shaking. Her entire body feels electric as goosebumps spread across her skin. As she lets out a deep moan as she's being filled up with Romans rod. The intensity of pleasure and slight pain has tears falling from her face as she senses he’s close to cumming; his breaths quicken and his moans grow louder. "You gonna let me cum inside this pussy?!" "Yes, please, cum inside me, baby!" he begins to jackhammer her, the table moving rhythmically with each thrust. She’s pretty sure the screws in the table are loosening. She feels his manhood pulsating inside her as he releases himself. "Ohhh shit, this pussy feels amazingggg." Once he slides out, he says, "Let's take a shower and get ready for round two" She detaches herself from the table, his seed slowly run down her leg as she begins to lead the way to her bathroom. As they enter her bedroom, she grabs the LED remote and dims the lights, bathing the room in a soft red glow. She guides him into her spacious bathroom, where the scent of Glade Vanilla Passionfruit lingers in the air, being met with the plushness of the black fur rugs. The bathroom features a two-person tub and a 4 person walk-in shower adorned with black tiles and glass doors. Roman sets his bag down on the sink, pulling out a fresh washcloth, Dior Sauvage deodorant, and the matching body wash.

“Do you want to take a shower first?” he asks.  

“We can shower together to save time and water,” she replies, doubling up on her shower caps. He turns on the shower, takes his hair out of the ponytail, and steps in. 

Malika stands in awe at the sight of the beautiful man soaking wet in her shower, knowing she is going to let him have his way with her tonight. His body and hair glisten under the falling water, and she can't help but admire how sexy he looks. She joins him and offers to wash his back. Grabbing a washcloth, she begins to lather it over his stunning back tattoo. He turns around, gently grabs her chin, and kisses her deeply. A tingling sensation ignites in her core from his delicious lips, and he offers to wash her back in return. She takes her washcloth and Olay body wash as he drops to his knees. He starts lathering her legs and thighs, cupping her thick, brown ass in his large, strong hands before moving up to her back. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he says, his hands gliding over her breasts as he grabs her waist. “I can’t wait to wear that pussy out,” he adds, locking his beautiful brown eyes with hers. After finishing the shower, they grab towels from her towel warmer. He gets dressed in her room while she heads into her walk-in closet to find some lingerie. It’s the perfect moment for her red strappy open-cup bra set with heart accents over her nipples, paired with the matching thong she bought from Torrid, along with her black diamond-studded platform heels. She applies pineapple body oil all over her body, puts on a black lace sheer robe, lets her hair down, and struts back into the room. Roman is there, his long, wet black hair framing his face, wearing only red Nike boxer briefs as he tries to connect his phone to her Amazon Echo. “Can I play my playlist from YouTube?” he asks. She turns on the TV and shows him how to connect, and the first song he plays is “Juicy” by Pretty Ricky. He hasn’t seen her outfit yet, as her robe remains closed, but he notices her shoes and her red-painted toes, prompting a smile as he leans back on the bed.

“What you got for me, big mama?” he asks, his bulge growing larger. She stands up, drops the robe, and his eyes light up.

“Damn, you look amazing in that,” he says, biting his lip. 

“Thank you, big daddy,” she replies, swaying her hips and turning around to bend over. He quickly leans up and bites her ass cheek. She pushes him back down onto the king-size memory foam mattress with black silk sheets, climbing on top of him. With his muscular built, she's confident he can handle her curvy figure.

"You smell so good," she whispers as he leans up to bury his face in her neck, kissing it softly. Their lips meet, and it feels like fireworks are going off in her head. She begins to trail her tongue from his neck to his broad chest, down to his stomach, and finally to his rod. She starts by teasing his thick mushroom tip with her tongue, then wraps her hand then her lips around it, sliding her mouth down his shaft, hearing him grunt and moan. He grips her hair and says, "Look at me." She looks up at him, her mouth full. "Ahhhh, you look gorgeous with my dick stuffed in your mouth. Come on, I know you can take more," he moans, sliding his length further down her throat. Tears well up in her eyes, and spit rushes down his shaft as she strokes him deeply with her throat. She detaches her mouth from him, pulls him down onto her black shag rug, and lays him flat. Hovering over his waist, she squats down, moving her thong to the side, guiding him inside her warm, wet pussy. Once she’s fully impaled, she gasps, making sure she has her balance in her heels. “Mmmm, good girl, fitting all of me in there. I want you to ride me like a good slut, okay?” he says to her. “Yes, I will.” With her heels on, she's securely planted, lightly burying her fingers in his chest as she begins to slide up and down on him. Her tight walls conform around him, and she starts to speed up the pace. While his thumb plays with her clit, Malika’s breasts bounce and she feels her G-spot being hit; her legs turn to noodles, and her body begins to shake. Roman’s hands are now planted on her waist, guiding her movements. Sensing he’s about to come, he stops her mid-ride , “I’m not trying to cum yet.” They stand up, and he pushes her onto the bed. “I don’t want you running from me this time. I want you to cream all over my dick. Do you have anything I can use to tie your hands up?” She gestures toward the second drawer of her nightstand, where she keeps two pairs of handcuffs, a whip, a blindfold, and rope.  “Are you a dominatrix or something?” he asks, staring at her drawer full of goodies. “Nope, I like to be dominated. They’re used on me,” she chuckles. He takes each of her hands and cuffs them to her metal headboard. Starting by pressing his lips against hers, he sucks on her bottom lip, kisses her neck, and then removes her bra. As her breasts are revealed, he begins to suck on them, squeezing them together. He continues his journey down to her stomach, caressing it before coming face to face with her soaking core. He sticks out his long, thick, wet tongue and softly teases the tip against her pearl, then flattens his tongue and flicks back and forth. “You taste so good, baby,” he moans. As his tongue moves in a circular motion on her clit, as he begins sucking, she lets out a loud moan, squirming beneath him. He looks up at her, a moan escaping his lips, as her legs start to shake.

“I’m about to cum—” 

“Oh no, not yet, baby,” he replies.

He gets up on his knees, places her thighs around his waist, and enters her. As he slowly strokes, filling her up, he grabs her full breasts for leverage, running his thumbs over her nipples. With every thrust, she lets out a cry. 

“Big... Daddy... please... I don't know how much—”

“Come on, big mama, you got this," he says as he leans down to kiss her, silencing her moans with his mouth. He places both his hands on her head and begins to slow his rhythm inside her, which drives her crazy. 

"I've been thinking about fucking you for weeks," he says, his voice low and intense. "You were acting shy, like you didn't want to talk to me. Now look at you—cuffed and completely at my mercy." Their eyes lock, and a rush of ecstasy overwhelms Malika. 

"You want me to fuck you harder?" he asks, leaning closer. 

She nods

"What? I didn't hear you" Roman growls

"Yes, sir. Pleaseee." Malika replies

He places both of her feet on his shoulders and pushes himself deeper inside her, intensifying his thrusts. The only sounds are his knees hitting her back thighs, the headboard ramming against the wall, the clinking of the handcuffs around her wrists, his grunts, and her moans. At this point, her body is tingling and shaking, and she feels her peak is near. 

"Come on, baby, cum on my dick," he moans. The room begins to spin as their bodies shiver and they climax together. He looks down at her and says, "Good girl, let it all out," as her body shakes uncontrollably. When he pulls out, his cock is covered with her juices and his cum. She's unable to form words at this point due to the fact her intense orgasm has robbed her of speech. Afterwards, she sits back as her heart rate returns to normal and her body stops twitching. When she goes to clean up and returns, Roman is sound asleep, stretched out on her bed. She curls up next to him and falls asleep.

[mymindisneverhere]

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Part Two

warnings: 18+, MDNI!, sub!Terry, soft dom!black fem OC, explicit language, lots of dialogue, slight smut, slow burn (forgive me if I missed any)

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“Fuck.” He grunted through gritted teeth, looking down at her as she went to work on him. 

She stuck her tongue out and ran it up the bottom of his shaft moaning from the sweet taste of him, never tearing her gaze from his. She wrapped her red stained lips around the head of his dick slightly sucking, drinking the pre-cum that oozed from it. 

“You know how long I’ve been wanting to do this to you?” She spoke softly, kissing down the length of his dick.  

He lifted his head to get a better view of her. He struggled a bit, giving that he was flat on his back, limbs stretched and bound to the bed. He bit his bottom lip, trying his hardest not to completely fold under her spell. It was becoming harder and harder by the second as she continued building his anticipation. 

She ran her tongue back up to the tip again before taking in every inch of him at once. He could feel her throat become narrow, causing the muscles in his abdomen to tighten. After a few seconds, she raised her head and brought her eyes back to him.  

“Since the first day I met you.” She admitted, spitting the saliva that had built from her throat onto the tip of his dick.

“Oh shit.” He watched in awe as she bit her lip, admiring her mess. She was so damn pretty and so damn nasty. 

“If you’re good, I’ll let you feel how wet this pussy is all because of you…” 

*BEEP BEEP BEEP* 

Terry’s eyes snapped open at the sound of his alarm going off. He rested a heavy hand on top of the loud clock silencing it. Waking up 6:00 sharp every morning on the weekdays was his new norm. He sat up swinging his legs over the side of the bed and made his way to the bathroom in his small apartment. 

His morning routine was very simple: shower, wash his face, brush his teeth, oatmeal for breakfast and a protein shake for the road. He dressed in his usual uniform, gray t-shirt and khaki pants, sure that he was in dress code for work. 

‘1 Text Message from Summer’ 

Summer: Goodmorning, have a good day at work. Stop by afterwards, got something for you. 

Terry: Goodmorning, be there as soon as I clock out. 

With that, he hopped in his truck and headed off to another long eight hour shift on the job. 

The break room was filled with all of the morning shift workers waiting around until it was time to punch the clock and get to work. Most of them were preparing their usual morning coffees, others rushing to finish the last of their breakfast.

Terry greeted everyone as he headed over to the television, grabbing the remote to flip through the channels. 

“Goodmorning gentlemen.” Khloé greeted the break room full of men, causing everyone to fall silent. 

“Morning Ms. MacArthur!” The men greeted back in unison.

Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on him standing in front of the television watching the morning news. 

“Mr. Richmond!” She called out. 

He turned his head to look in her direction, his body still facing the tv. 

“Yes ma’am?” 

“If you have a minute, I’d like to speak with you in my office.” 

This earned Terry a few looks, some riddled with skepticism others just being plain immature. He placed the remote back into its designated spot and turned to follow behind her. 

They made their way down the long hall toward her office. He looked down at her legs, each step directly in front of the other as her heels clicked in a rhythm. The tall heels elongated her smooth legs, free of any marks or blemishes. He was trying his hardest to remain a gentleman but the way her ass moved with each step reminded him that he was still a man at the end of the day. 

She opened the door to her office and held out her hand signaling for him to enter. Her back was pressed against the tall door as he stepped into the office looking around the room. 

“Have a seat.” Khloé pointed to the large chair. 

Terry obliged. 

“Mr. Richmond, I’ve learned a lot about you in the last twenty-four hours.” She closed the office door and walked over to the desk, standing directly in front of him. “You’re one hell of a guy.” 

Terry sat quietly, unaware of what she was talking about. 

“I mean look at you, you scream ‘good guy who takes down bad guys’.” 

“I’m not understanding.” Terry stated, looking up at her. 

“I’m talking about Shelby Springs-“ She began, pushing herself back onto the desk. Her legs crossed at the ankle, hanging as she looked down at him. “-taking down those cops all by yourself. I’m impressed.” 

She went on to tell him what she had gathered from the news article but he couldn’t focus on her words. The way her mouth moved as she spoke, that bright red lipstick she wore brought back memories in an instant. Images begin to flash in his mind as he slowly remembers… 

The dream. 

The dream he had last night of those same lips wrapped around his dick made him shift in the chair, sitting up straight. He was hoping to hide the excitement he was beginning to feel the longer he stared at her mouth. 

He stared for so long they were beginning to move in slow motion. Her teeth were a natural white color, perfectly aligned and her choice of lip stain brought out her deep cupid's bow. The way her lips pursed every time she said “Richmond” was making him harder by the second. 

“Mr. Richmond?” She repeated, bringing him back into reality. 

“Ma’am?”

“Is there something in my teeth?” She asked, tilting her head. 

“No ma’am, I’m sorry.” 

“That’s okay, I’m just so used to your gorgeous eyes and that strong eye contact. I thought something may be wrong with my mouth.” She giggled. 

‘It’s not around my dick.’

“Forgive me, but I kinda zoned out. Could you repeat that last part?” 

“I said you’re a brave man. It takes a lot of courage to do what you did all by yourself.” 

Terry looked down at his lap and back up at her. “I had some help but thank you.” 

“It must’ve been really hard for you though, with your cousin passing, you being shot and all.” 

“It was tough but I’m okay.” 

She continued staring at him admiring his humble attitude. He could’ve easily walked around with his chest poked and God-like complex but truly he was just an innocent man. She loved that though, the more innocent he appeared to be, the more damage she could do to him.

“I saw that they took all of your savings from you. Did you ever get it back?” She asked. 

“Only enough to post his bail but that’s it.” 

“What were you planning to do with the rest?” 

“Well I was hoping to head out of town and start fresh.” He responded. “But I’m here. I’m alive and well, so as long as I still have the ability to work, I can build back up to that point eventually.” 

“I mean $26,000, that’s a large amount to try and save up at a job like this, no?” Khloé knew what she was doing, trying to sniff out some desperation so she could have the upper hand when she put her offer on the table. 

“It is but it’s not impossible.” 

‘Determined.’ She thought to herself. 

She worried that his “can do” attitude would cause him to turn down her proposal. I mean overall he wasn’t just some broke down victim of racism, he was just a man playing the cards life had dealt him, with no complaints. 

“What would you say if I told you I could give you the rest? It was $26,000 right?” She smiled, trying to appear harmless.

Terry stared up at her in confusion. He had just met her only a day ago and now she’s offering him a large amount of money. He knew nothing in life was free and he could smell the proposition from a mile away. However, he was not interested. 

“Why would you do that?” He chuckled slightly. 

“I want to help you.” She lied. “Some of the men in my family were in the military as well. I couldn’t imagine what life would be like for them if all of their hard work went down the drain at the hands of a couple of racist pigs.” 

They sat in silence staring at each other, both parties trying their hardest to read the other. She couldn’t possibly think he was gullible enough to just accept money from a stranger without returning the favor. But he couldn’t be silly enough to turn down an offer like this.

“No thank you Ms. MacArthur.” Terry stood up from the chair preparing to leave the office. 

“I’m not done speaking with you Mr. Richmond-“ She spoke, stopping him in his tracks, her soft tone never wavering. “and I don’t take no for an answer.” 

Terry let out a deep sigh before turning to face her yet again. 

“I’m sure you could use the money right now. A better place to stay, a nicer car, overall financial security. That sounds good doesn’t it?” She was milking it as best she could.

Terry had to admit to himself, all of it sounded great. To go from living comfortably to $0 was a struggle he fought through daily. He could go to his old friend Mr. Liu for money here and there but he wanted to have his own so that he wouldn’t be a constant bother to others. 

“What could you possibly want in return?” Terry asked cutting straight to chase. 

“You.” 

The look on her face letting him know she was dead serious. 

“Me?”

“Yes, you.” 

Terry frowned in pure confusion, there was no hiding it this time. 

“And what do you want me to do?” 

‘To fuck me.’ 

The corner of Khloés lip turned up into a slight smirk before answering.

“My family’s having their annual banquet and every year I get flack for not having a date. I’m the youngest daughter and all of my siblings are either married with children or engaged.” She admitted. “I need a date for the banquet and for other events so I was just wondering if you could be my “boyfriend” until I don’t need you anymore?” 

Terry sat silently, replaying what he had just heard in his mind a few times. He was having a hard time believing that this beautiful woman needed to pay a man to be her boyfriend. Men would worship the ground she walked on.

“A woman like you needs to pay a man to be with her?” Terry questioned. “There has to be a catch to all of this.” 

“Sadly, it’s my reality.” She admitted. “There is no catch. A very independent and ambitious woman like myself who’s financially well off thanks to her family, has a hard time with men who want to feel needed… and in control.” 

“And if I decline?” 

“Well I really don’t like being told no, so think long and hard about this.” Khloé said before hopping off of her desk. “You can get back to me on it tomorrow with any boundaries you’d like to set in place and I’ll see if I can accommodate you.” 

She smiled at him, unmoved by his obvious discomfort. Terry stared at her for just a few moments before awkwardly turning and exiting the office. 

“Have a good day at work!”

“It’s open!” Summer yelled from the kitchen of her tiny home. 

Terry entered the home, pulling the screen door and walking into the living room. Summer and Terry had managed to maintain their friendship after all the shit they had been through in Shelby Springs together. 

“You got a package today from the city, it’s on the table.” 

Terry grabbed the large folder from the table, opening it as he looked over at Summer. 

“What you cooking in here?” He asked, leaning against the wooden counter. 

“Just some soup, baby has a cold so I’m tryin’ my hardest to nurse her back to health.” Summer responded, stirring the soup slowly. “Seems like the more time she spends at that school the sicker she gets.” 

Summer had to enroll her daughter Bailey into the nearest public elementary school. The only problem was their lack of care and consideration for the children’s education and well being. This was the third time Bailey had been sick since the school year began. 

She didn’t want to send her to school to avoid the possibility of spreading the cold to other kids. But she also didn’t want Child Protective Services to revoke her full custody of her daughter because she misses so much school. 

“I really want her in the private school where my old coworkers' kids go. I just want her to get a good education and not have to be subject to the same conditions I had, you know?” Summer stated, looking over at Terry. 

“I understand.” 

“But the cost of tuition is just so much, I mean I get that it’s one of the only private schools around here but $10,000 for a 3rd grader is nuts, and that’s if I enroll her for just two years.” She said, shaking her head. “I just need her in a good school, just until I get the green light from CPS that we’re good to pack up and go.” 

Terry frowned as he saw the disappointment and sadness in Summers' face. He knew she wanted to be the best mother she could be and to prove not only to herself but to everyone else that she could successfully raise Bailey to be a phenomenal young woman. 

“That is a bit expensive but don’t lose hope, you never know what could happen in the future.” He spoke confidently, hoping to ease her worry she had for Bailey’s future but it wasn’t working. 

The more Summer spoke about this new school and her needing to pick up an extra job, the more Terry was revisiting Khloés offer in his mind. The thought of him posing as a rich girl's boyfriend for money was insane to him. But the look on Summers face pained him. The offer wasn’t sounding as crazy the more he imagined the peace she’d get knowing Bailey was in a good school.

“What’s in the folder?”

“Just some bullshit about Shelby Springs.” He responded, throwing the papers in the trash. 

“Work going okay?” 

Terry debated on telling her about his encounter with Khloé but decided against it. 

“Same ol same ol.” 

“I know it’s not what you were looking forward to doing but at least you got some good benefits. You being an ex-marine really helps in jobs like that.” 

“Yeah but I just wish Mike was here with me. I just wish my plan went through the way I wanted it to but-“ He shrugged his shoulders in defeat. “-life is gone do what it wants… just gotta roll with it.” 

Summer nodded in agreement. 

“Mommy?” Bailey yelled from the back room. 

“Sorry, duty calls.” Summer said, running to her daughter's bedroom. 

“That’s okay, you take care of her. I’m gonna head out.” 

“Thank you for stopping by, I’ll be sure to bring you some lunch sometime this week!” Summer yelled from her daughter's room. 

“I’ll be looking forward to it!”

With that, Terry left Summers home and headed to his second sanctuary, the 24 hour gym. 

Terry grunted heavily as he lifted the barbell above his chest. He was doing his usual upper body routine. He’d inhale and exhale in the same rhythm as his movements. Inhale, lower, exhale, lift. Making his last set count he trained to failure and then placed the bar back onto its rack. 

He sat up on the bench resting in between the next workout, steadying his breathing. 

‘You know how long I’ve been wanting to do this to you?’

His head shot up as he looked in the mirror. The voice was so close, he thought someone was standing right next to him. The voice… her voice… it was so soft at the same time bold and insistent. 

He shook it off and stood, preparing for a set of bicep curls. He lifted the 30 lb weights in each hand and began counting to himself. 

1…

2…

5…

6…

‘Mr. Richmond?’ 

10…

11… 

‘…I’ll let you feel how wet this pussy is…’

“12!” He said in a loud grunt. He slammed the dumbbells down to the ground and placed his hands on his hips. He shook his head as he tried his hardest to shake the sound of her voice. There was no way this woman was having a hold on him and he barely knew her. 

It didn’t help that he hadn’t been with a woman in a long time. He had been so focused on getting his personal life on track, it left him no room for dating. Plus the women who were interested in him were so easy and a man like Terry loved a woman who challenged him.

“You done with those?” Another man in the gym asked Terry, bringing him back to reality for a split second. 

“Yeah man, go ahead.” He responded. 

It had only been a few hours and she was invading his mind. The more he tried focusing on his workout the more he’d hear her voice and see those lips. He knew the only way to get her off his mind was to do something he hadn’t done in a while. 

“I gotta have her.” He whispered to himself. 

Next work day… 

“Ms. MacArthur, there’s an employee in your office. He didn’t say why he needed to speak to you but he didn’t look too happy.” Olivia notified her. 

Khloé rolled her eyes, hoping it wasn’t another disgruntled worker complaining about their job. “Thank you Liv.” 

She walked to her office and opened the door, noticing the back of his head first. He sat there patiently waiting for her, never turning to acknowledge her presence. 

“Mr. Richmond, I’m so happy to see you.” Khloé smiled, placing her purse on the desk. 

He eyed her, taking in her entire figure this time. She was truly an attractive woman. Her hair was pressed straight and tucked behind her ears. She wore a black and white two piece skirt set and white stilettos matching the buttons on her top. Her skin was a rich deep caramel tone that always popped when she wore her signature red lip. 

Her attire was simple yet still screamed luxury. There wasn’t anything out of place on her, everything went together so perfectly. Which is why Terry was dying to figure out why a woman like her would be offering to pay a man like him to be with her. 

“My eyes are up here Mr. Richmond.” She smirked.

He locked his eyes onto hers and remembered why he was there. “I accept.” 

Khloés lips spread into a large smile.

“Of course you d-“

“But I have a few conditions.” Terry interrupted. “I only want $10,000 for myself, the rest needs to go to my family.” 

“Your family?” 

“Yes, they need some assistance and I’d prefer to give the majority of the money to them. It’ll ease their worries and mine.”

Khloés head jerked back in disbelief. Here he was again proving himself to be a humble man. Only wanting less than half of what she was offering for himself and the rest for his family. She almost felt bad for not telling him the whole truth about this “deal”… almost. 

“Well if that’s all you wan-“ 

“Allow me to finish.” Terry cut her off, again.

His strong, authoritative voice made her pussy tingle. She squirmed in her seat and cleared her throat as she returned her attention to him. This was the first time she had actually been turned on by a hint of dominance from the opposite sex. Maybe because it wasn’t being forced. It just came natural to him. 

“I would like the check for $16,000 made out to this name and sent to this address.” Terry stated, sliding a small piece of notebook paper across the desk. 

‘Summer McBride, 555 Conner St’ 

Khloé took it and placed it into her purse for safe keep. 

“If this is going to put me in jeopardy of losing my job then tell me now because I really don’t like surprises.”

“It won’t, I promise.” 

“This needs to stay between us. I can be whoever you need me to be outside of work but when I'm here I'm just an employee, nothing more.” He stated firmly. 

They eyed each other for a few moments, almost as if they were in a standoff. Dominant vs Dominant, Alpha vs Alpha. But there could only be one and it was going to be Khloé. She took a deep breath before speaking, choosing her tone and words wisely. 

“I’m not sure if you’re aware Mr. Richmond, but I'm the one calling the shots.” She said, leaning onto her desk. 

“You asked me for my boundaries and I'm giving them to you. What's the problem?” He asked leaning forward as well, resting his arms on his knees.

She smiled, pausing to take note of this. He wasn’t going to be an easy fix but she enjoyed a “project”. She decided to let him have this round. She would get her turn eventually. 

“No problem.” She continued smiling. “Now, my rules. Rule number one, be on time! I prefer to meet at my home a few hours before we head out so that we’re clear on our attire for each event. Rule number two, no ex-girlfriends or situationships. If you have someone, call it off, I-“ 

“If I had someone, do you think I’d be sitting in your office right now?” He bluntly asked, staring blankly at her. 

He was really testing her patience, not on purpose though. However she was still taking note of it all, planning to make great use of it in the future. 

“I don’t want any women popping up here or anywhere else asking for or about you. I don’t like for anyone to have one-up on me.” She continued. “Rule number three, speak when spoken to.” 

This earned her an unpleasant look from him. 

“There will be many people at the banquet, if they don’t ask you anything then you don’t say anything. Rule number four, don’t embarrass me, ever! I don’t do well with humiliation. Lastly, rule number five, you’re mine! Which means you need to carry yourself that way. Be mindful of who you interact with and how, I’m a very observant woman.” 

Terry sat unmoved. 

“Are we clear?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. 

Terry smirked, scoffing at her bossy attitude. He wasn’t truly buying it though, he just thought it was cute. 

“Yes ma’am.” 

“I love the way you say yes ma’am, make it a habit.” 

He clenched his jaw as his dick jumped. The combination of flashbacks from the dream he had of her and the interaction he was having with her in real time was making it harder for him to remain stoic. 

“I will pay the $10,000 to you in small amounts at a time.” She started, “As long as you follow my rules, you get the payments on time. The moment you disobey me or go against our agreement, you deal with the consequences.” She was speaking to this grown ass man as if he were a child or her servant, which technically he kind of was. 

Terry still sat, this time admiring her bossiness. The way she was throwing out orders, the way she wasn’t beating around the bush or trying to cover up her controlling personality had him feening for her. And those damn lips… 

“Mr. Richmond?” She called out, snapping him out of his daze. 

“So when’s the banquet?” He asked, trying to hide the fact that he had zoned out once again. 

“Next Friday. I’ll send you my address so you can get fitted for your tux. We have a very strict dress code.” Khloé turned to her computer, before looking at him once more. “You’re dismissed.” 

Terry's lips spread into a smile as he stood up from the chair and exited the office. This was going to be a tough one but nothing he couldn’t handle… so he thought.

to be continued… 

[st4rwritez]

write a fluff oneshot where yn/oc is doing a lotttt of homework and shes like a biomed student and nika is bored and she tries literally everything to harass yn/oc into paying attention to her + taking a break

Second ficc of my droppp i love this request sm omg.

Study sesh

Pairings: Nika Mühl x Reader

Rating: smut And fluff!!

Summary: request above!!

౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩.

As a biomed student every score counted to you, no matter what assignment it was you made sure each one got your utmost attention, even if that meant staying up late or studying all day.

But in your girlfriend, Nika’s point of view it was the equivalent of torture to her.

Yes she understood most of the time leaving you to study but this was the 3rd time this week you were studying for an exam or doing homework for hours practically ignoring her.

So her amazing plan was to distract you until you gave her at-least a minute of attention after three grueling days.

It first started out with small hugs over your shoulders while you wrote.

“Bebo please take a break you’re over working yourself” she said draping one of her arms around your shoulders her head resting on your head as she fiddled with your short cut pink shorts that were teasing her all night long.

“Im alright niks just a few more minutes.. mmk?!” You said returning to your work.

She left but that wasn’t going to stop her. After about 10 minutes she walked back into your room.

Again, she draped her arms around your shoulders yet this time she placed a kiss on the back of your neck before she said “Its been a few minutes babe”

“Im sorry, just a few more minutes okay pretty girl?” You said eyes glued to your studies.

“Okay then” Not giving up she stayed there this time her arms still over your shoulders but this time every now and than she would kiss your neck or trace on your shoulder lightly.

You fought to ignore it getting back to your studies, but nika was very hard to ignore, especially when she was needy like this.

“Babe i need to study okay?!?” You said but she just traced down your arm lightly.

“Wow you don’t even wanna spend time with your girlfriend huh?!?” She said letting her hand trace halfway down your arm before she let it go slightly on your chest and traced on your under boob.

“No…niks” you said as your hand stopped writing.

“It sounds like that now doesn’t it bebo?!?” Her hands slithered from your body as she kissed your neck again on your sensitive spot behind your neck, this time biting down lightly.

“Nika..” you breathed out before dropping your pencil on your desk.

With that she pulled your small frame up from your chair and you did the rest immediately you both crashed into a kiss Nika’s hand grabbing the sides of your face pulling your face closer to hers.

Nika’s hand trailed up your shirt to unclip your bra.

You pulled away before going to Nika’s neck nipping at it leaving some marks across the bottom of her neck.

“Oh fuck” she said head tilted back as she grabbed one of your breasts from underneath your shirt making pleasure pool up in your underwear.

You pushed her onto the bed attacking her neck with marks and kisses.

Before you could start on her she made sure she took off your small pink shorts discarding them. “Those were teasing me all night now weren’t they babe?”

She pulled on your panties asking for permission and you nodded quickly as she discarded them, than discarding her own sweatpants and underwear.

You decided it was for the best if she had her top off as well, hickeys already piling up on her neck.

Your mouth went straight to the mount of her breasts sucking harshly as Croatian words you couldn’t even understand started spilling out of her mouth.

“This what you wanted baby?!?” You said sitting up.

“Yes..god yes” she said before sitting up with you now sitting on her lap.

She guided your hips right where she wanted feeling yourself slick on her, then laying back down slightly as you took the hint.

She motioned your hips in a circle against her clit leading you “there you go baby, you got it” she said her breath quickening.

She let go and you crossed your leg against her scissoring her clit.

“God yes bebo… doing so good for me” she said as her back arched into you.

A moan escaped your mouth as you rolled your hips faster adding more pressure feeling yourself against her.

You let your hand trace on her abs as you both moaned messily.

“Good girl” you said as she gripped on the bed sheets under her eyes closed.

You let your head tilt down slightly to nip on the skin of her abs getting a reaction from her as her mouth opened slightly.

You moved your hair out of your face before you rose your head again, this time letting it fall back in pleasure.

Nika looked up at you admiring you. “You look so good like this, on top of me my bebo”

Before you could go any longer she stopped you as you looked down at her.

“Nika please” you said laying on her chest moving your legs back in between hers on the bed.

“Shhh just trust me babe” she said before flipping you both over, her now hovering over you.

Without a second to waste she kissed down your body giving you chills, making it to your clit.

She immediately with no warning, lapped around your folds as if she was starved of you.

“Fuck nika oh my god” you moaned out.

Hearing your moans nika quickened her pace on you sucking and lapping around your clit her nose buried deep into your folds.

Without a second thought she plunged her finger into your hole as you grabbed onto her hair letting out a scream, you covered your mouth.

“Don’t stop please” you yelped out felling yourself come close as she harshly thrusted her fingers in and out of you.

You admired how easily it was for Nika to please you, no matter what she had to do she always would.

it was one of the things you loved most about her.

She always knew what you wanted, or needed.

“Niks..I’m close baby” you said placing a hand in her hair for support pulling light enough not to hurt her.

She didn’t stop there until you finished all over her fingers and face, of course she licked every last bit of you up.

She removed her fingers from you and kissed you softly. “So good for me baby, thank you” she said before climbing into bed with you, moving you on top of her.

“Fuck you were right i needed that.” You said playing with her hair.

She kissed you on your forehead “i know bebo you were so good for me tonight” she said lightly scratching your back.

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

Sorry - Chapter 9

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“So, you’re just gonna sit in this room all day and wallow?” Dominique let out a groan and threw the covers over her head. “Sis, come on. You know I love you and  J.R and Tayvon love having you here but I think you should call Jon back” Desiree trailed off and Dominique pulled the covers off her head and glared at her older sister. 

“I’m not calling him,” Dominique said in a tone that she hoped came off as final. Why would she call Jon? He had betrayed her in the worst way possible. She was already feeling a type of way about the bitch at the club but she was willing to let that go and be with him. Then she found out he was with Trinity and if she was being completely honest, that stung a whole lot. THEN to find him at Trinity’s house and to learn that they kissed was the final nail in the coffin. Jon had hurt her beyond repair. 

“Dom, he’s been calling me for hours, He just wants to talk to you.” 

“I don’t wanna talk to him!” Dominique snapped. Tears of frustration and pain now falling down her face, she angrily wiped at them as she sat up in the bed and looked at her sister. “He made me look so fucking stupid Muffin. He deadass left our home to go be with her.., He never wanted me he’s always wanted her and now I’m not in the way anymore he’s free to go do what he wants.” Dominique cried, pulled her knees to her chest, and crying into them Desiree felt her heart break as she looked at her younger sister, She pushed herself off the wall and walked over to her, she climbed into bed with Dominique and pulled her into a hug, letting her cry into her shoulder. 

Talisua Fatu stared at her eldest son with disappointment etched on her face. “You kissed Trinity?” 

“She kissed me.” 

Talisua sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. “Why did you go over there in the first place? You and Dom argued and you just what?  Happened to be in the neighborhood and decided to go visit Trinity?” 

Jon stayed silent and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He didn’t know why he went to Trinity’s house… he just, wanted to vent, he didn’t expect Trinity to kiss him, he thought they had moved on from each other. 

“Ma’ I messed up. Bad. I know this, I just… I don’t know how to fix it.” 

“You probably can’t,” Talisua said as bluntly as possible. Jon lifted his gaze from the table to glare at her and she shrugged. “I’m sorry son, but you broke that woman’s heart. From what she told me, you made her feel unwanted and made her feel like Trinity would always be your top choice and I agree with her. You didn’t just kiss Trinity, you chose her.” 

“Ma..” Jon trailed off with a deep sigh. “I didn’t mean to hurt her. I never wanted to hurt Dom” 

“Maybe you did.” Jon opened his mouth to argue but his mother's glare stopped him. “She hurt you by basically rejecting the idea of marriage and you hurt her by showing her she’s not the only option for you.” 

“But she is!” Jon snapped standing up from his chair, not caring about how it fell over. “What I feel for Dominique is way stronger than what I felt for Trinity. 

“Then you show her that! You drive your ass down to Ensley and go show her how much she means to you!” 

Before Jon took the twelve-minute drive to Ensley he decided to visit Trinity. He needed her to know and understand that it was over between the two of them. He only wanted Dominique. 

Trinity opened her front door, looking surprised. “Jon? What—” she started, but he cut her off. 

“Coming here the other day was a mistake. And to be completely honest me being here now is probably gonna come back and bite me in the ass but, I need you to understand that there will never be anything between us... ever.” 

Trinity narrowed her eyes at him before scoffing and shutting the door in his face. Jon sighed then shrugged before turning on his heels was jogging back to his car. 

Jon pulled up in front of Dominique's sister’s house. His heart was beating profusely in his chest as he walked up to the front door and knocked. He was just about to walk away when the front door opened and Desiree stood there with her arms crossed over her chest. 

“I just wanna see her,”  Jon said before Desiree could say anything. “I know I fucked up. I know I did. But I need to apologize. I need her to know I want to be with her.” 

Desiree stood there for a long moment, staring at Jon, her arms still crossed. “Jon, she’s hurt. You made her look stupid, feel stupid. She’s humiliated, Jonathan. She had people in her comments all week calling her Trinity’s replacement, people in her DMs telling her they knew you were going to go back to Trinity. She’s humiliated.” 

Jon felt like shit. Absolute garbage. “Please,” Jon said, his voice now steady with quiet desperation, “I need to see her. I need to talk to her. I know it might not make a difference, but I need her to know how much I care. How much I love her. That I want only her. I can’t lose her, Desiree.”

Desiree’s eyes softened, She had watched Jon and Dom’s whole relationship and he had never shown that he wasn’t fully invested in Dominique. She knew how much Dominique meant to him, but she also knew how deeply her sister had been hurt. She sighed, glancing over her shoulder as if trying to gauge how her sister might react.

“Fine, but if she tells you to leave, you leave.”  Jon nodded understandably and followed Desiree into the house, shutting the door behind him. Jon was a bundle of nerves as he followed Desiree up the stairs. He didn’t even know what else he was going to say to Dominique besides sorry. 

Dominique looked up when the bedroom door opened. When Jon stepped inside, she immediately started to shake her head.

“Dom please -” 

“No. leave.” 

“No.” Jon stood his ground, staring at her. He wasn’t about to let her walk out of his life without fighting for her. “I fucked up.” He said, moving closer to her when she turned her back to him. “I love you Dominique, not the chick from the club and not Trinity.” 

Dominique scoffed and kept her back to him, looking out into her sister’s backyard. “I know I hurt you.” He continued. “You helped me turn my life around after WWE threatened to fire me after my DUI’s. You helped me build a better relationship with my kids.” 

“Yeah, I helped you,” she muttered, her voice quiet but laced with bitterness. “But I did that because I believed in you. I trusted you.”Jon took another step forward, his heart breaking at the distant coldness in her tone.

"I know, baby. I know you trusted me. And I destroyed that trust." His voice was thick with regret. “But I need you to know that when I say I love you… I’m not just saying it to make things right. I do love you. I always have.”

“Then why did you go to her, Jon?” Dominque asked, turning to face him. Jon’s heart broke at the tears he caused streaming down her face. “Why did you have to kiss her?” Her sentence broke off with a choked sob and all Jon wanted to do was rush over to her and pull her into his arms. 

“Because I’m stupid.” 

Dominique’s body trembled as she tried to hold back more tears, her heart feeling like it was being shredded with each word Jon spoke. She could see the sincerity in his eyes, but the hurt was still too raw, too fresh for her to just let go of it.

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head slowly. “You’re not stupid, Jon. You’re selfish. I understand that I could have been truthful about my stance on marriage but never have I once thought about running back to Dave or evening going to see him. But you - you chose her.” 

“I didn’t choose her Dominique. I just- I don’t know what I thought was going to happen but I would never choose her over you. I would never choose anybody over you.” 

”I loved you. And you threw that away without even thinking about what it would do to me.”

“Don’t say that.” Jonathan shook his head walking into Dominique’s personal space and grabbing her hands. She tried to fight him off but he wasn’t about to let her go. “You love me and I love you, and we’re going to get through this. I can’t change what I did,” Jon said, his voice hoarse with emotion. “But I can tell you how much I regret it. I can tell you that I’ll spend every single day trying to make this right. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you, Dominique. And if you let me, I’ll show you that you’re the one I choose. Not her. Not anyone else. Just you.”

And now what? You expect me to just forgive you because you’re sorry? Because you say you love me?” she asked bitterly. “You left me for her. You kissed her. You chose her, Jon. Not once, but twice.”

“I didn’t choose her, Dom,” Jon said, his voice desperate. “I messed up, but it was never about choosing her. I was stupid, confused—selfish, but I never wanted to lose you. I just wanted to fix things, and I thought I could go back to her and get some clarity, but I was wrong. You’re the one I love. You’re the one I want. It’s always been you. Just let me make it up to you. Let me prove it to you.” 

“Let go of me.” She said and Jon immediately let go of her hands. Dominique took a deep breath and took a step back from Jon, creating space between him. “Get out.” 

“Wha- Baby. Please.” 

“Clarity? You went to her for clarity? The same women who drove you to drink in the first place? The same women who didn’t care if you had a good relationship with your kids or your family?” 

“I’m sorry.” Jon’s own tears were now flowing down his face. “I wish I could take it back.” 

“The fucked up thing is, all this started over me being apprehensive about getting married.”  Dominique scoffed and shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “I don’t know if I can trust you anymore, Jon. 

Gutted Jon nodded. He tucked his bottom lip into his teeth and started to back away from Dominique. He needed to get out of there fast, the walls felt like they were closing in on him. “Okay,” He whispered.  He didn’t know what else to say. There was nothing he could say to undo this. Nothing he could do to take back the damage. His mistake had been too big, and Dominique’s trust in him had been shattered beyond repair.

Authors Note: Oh Damn... How do y'all think Jon is going to make it up to her??

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