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lalunanymph · 5 months ago

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BLACKMAIL KISS — h. ran

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── a single night of rebellion against your husband, the mayor of Tokyo, in an underground Roppongi club, traps you right in Haitani Ran's web of blackmail and deceit—where every move you make could potentially be your last one.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── a bonten!haitani ran miniseries inspired by hametsu no itte

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── bonten timeline, fem!reader, wife!reader, reader is feminine coded (wears dresses, heels, makeup) DARK CONTENT, blackmail, political drama, HEAVY TOPICS PROCEED WITH CAUTION, orgasm control, petnames (good girl, slut), flashbacks, sir kink, suspension bondage, audio kink, blindfolds, voyuerism, previous master kink, past flings (ran), mentions of public play, nipple play, penetrative sex (like FINALLY)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── bittersweet blackmail with this playlist

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── masterlist

#3: when the curtains call the time

“R-Ran—”

Your soft whimper was cut off by the low squelching sounds of your fingers connecting with your heat.

His voice was a calm exhale, low and sensual like expensive silk. “Are you close, slut?”

You nodded, though he couldn’t see you over the line. “Yes, Sir,” you amended, lifting your hips, hungrily pressing your phone harder to your ear to catch snatches of his deep, erotic growl.

“Good girl. Get to the edge for me.”

Working on your clit faster, your erratic circles soon had you poised over the edge, ready to spill all over your palm; days which turned into weeks of denial and edging left you sensitive enough to get to the crest of your pleasure easier.

“I’m close,” you huffed, eyes roving up to the ceiling, imagining it was paneled with mirrors like a bedroom you often fantasize about. “Can I cum, Sir?”

Realistically, you knew he would never let you spill, let alone get that close to the edge. But, for the sake of your sanity, you held out for the slimmest glimmer of hope that Ran would change his mind. Your bedroom door was firmly locked, the maids ordered to not disturb your beauty sleep, your husband already in the office and unaware of your devious doings.

“Hmm, let me think it through…” he trailed off, and you knew better than to stop touching yourself. “Ha. I think if you want to cum, you need to do something for me first.”

“Anything.” The agreement slipped past your lips easily, a barely controlled thought which sealed your fate the second Ran chuckled.

“Anything? You’re so precious,” he cooed. “Well, if you insist…”

Nothing could prepare you for his next words.

“I want you to inform your husband to focus his raids on Sumida,” Ran started, leaving both your body and mind wrought with tension at the mention of Makko. “He’s pushing Azabu too much, yeah? But, nearby the river is where he’ll flush out the gang he’s finding for. If you direct him to it… maybe I might let you cum.”

Sugar coating his intentions, Ran sighed. “It’s been so long since you last came, huh? I bet you dream about it—fantasize about it. I want you to cum, too. I bet you’d look so pretty breaking all over my cock.”

You physically throbbed at his words, suddenly at a loss for words. “Ngh, S-Sir—I-I don’t know if I c-can—”

“You can,” Ran urged. “You’re my slut. And I only pick the best sluts. You can get the job done, beautiful.” He sighed, sounding completely mournful when he whispered, “Now, stop touching yourself, beautiful. Have you stopped touching?”

Hiccuping back a sob, your body pulsed with the familiar pangs of denial, your pussy sensitive enough to need a single lick or stroke to have you careen down the edge. Your mind was filled with cotton, ears ringing like you were standing under a waterfall. But, still. You obeyed him.

“Yes, Sir. I stopped.”

“Good girl,” Ran’s praise soaked into your soul, making you feel warm and glowing on the inside. “Tell me how it goes. I’ll be here for you, beautiful. Once you get it done, come over to my penthouse. I have a surprise waiting for you.”

Clicking the call off, you were met with the stinging rejection of the dial tone and your own body’s denied impulses.

Ran’s words swam in your head, and you wondered how you would accomplish such a feat. Once the fog of desire rolled over, you were left with the stark skies of an impossible mission. If you even mentioned this to Makko, he would question you, and your entire affair with Ran would come to light.

If you asked your assistant to send word to any senator or politician in the defense position, they would become suspicious and let your husband know.

Your hands were tied—both figuratively and metaphorically. You had no control over this situation, and you sensed that if you caved in and told Ran of your incompetence, he would release your videos and photos to Makko.

Heart thrumming, you sat up, suddenly feeling too naked.

Throwing on a robe, you drew your knees to your clothed chest, gripping the roots of your hair as your mind raced with the numerous possibilities.

One name came to your mind, and you decided to give it a shot, wondering if she would even pick up. The wife of a defense attorney you had met a few months ago who promised to give the recipe of her sticky toffee cupcakes if you ever called her out for lunch.

Mrs. Hiroyu Shima was her name, and you vaguely remembered that she had ash blonde hair. Her husband was attached to Tokyo PD, and if you let it slip to her in the most casual way possible of the Sumida gangs, she would most definitely inform her husband.

One could only hope. As the dial tone kept on going, you were sure you would either chicken out or this wouldn't work, but to your surprise, she answered after a beat.

“Hello?”

“Shima-san?”

Gasping, she recognised your voice. “Tsunake-san. What a pleasure. How can I help you?”

You giggled at her instant recognition. “I’m so glad you remembered me, Shima-san. I was craving for some cake today and remembered your amazing sticky toffee cupcakes from the Christmas gala last year. What would you say if we meet up for lunch so you can share the recipe with me?”

Your reputation as the mayor’s wife preceded you, and any wife within the fishbowl world of politics and social ass kissing would be itching to earn your acquaintance. Sometimes, you barely understood the power you held, and in this moment, you were glad your husband’s name was still attached with yours—that people were still eager to please you even when you had already fallen so far from grace behind their knowledge.

“Of course,” Shima said enthusiastically. “I would love to see you for lunch. Shall we meet up at that new omakase restaurant near Sumida station?”

It was like the gates of heaven had opened up for you—calling forth your redemption in one single shining moment.

“Actually, I think we need to stay away from Sumida for a bit,” you kept your voice low, fraught with worry.

“Why?” Shima asked, and you heard her gasp again. “Tsunake-san, do you know something we don’t?”

“Mhm hmm,” your tone turned conspiratory. “I saw my husband’s files—you know he’s running for Mayor again this term, right?” you threw in that little tidbit, sounding harangued and catching her attention. “And he’s trying to get gang activity down around Tokyo before the elections. I didn’t tell him, but I overheard one beat cop talking at the local council about how Sumida is a hot bed. But, my husband won’t listen to me so I don’t know who else to confide in.”

Grasping at straws, you made something up on the spot. “Did you hear how a fire started out at one of the warehouses? I think it was Sumida. Those gangs are getting fiercer day by day. I’m just so afraid if it borders closer to us because we’re right in the next district.”

“Oh dear,” Shima sounded worried. “My husband may know better. Should I let him know of your suspicions? Maybe then he’ll put a word to his superior.”

Closing your eyes, you pumped your fist. Your voice was steady when you said, “I think that would be great, Shima-san. At least someone would look into it and your husband is a capable man. Makko mentioned his brilliance once.”

Except, he didn’t. Your husband didn’t even know who the Shimas were, which was a shame considering what allies they could make in such a troubling time.

Shima swooned, her short laugh equal parts embarrassed and equal parts delighted. “That is great to hear. My Hiroyu would love to know how the Mayor recognizes his hard work.”

“He should,” you preened, digging deeper into her glee. “Let’s hope Hiroyu-san can help Tokyo out and make it a better city. It would be my honor to commend him to the position of Chief of Defence if the time ever came—you know, to my husband.”

You threw a bone to her, one which she latched onto with rapture. Like all the power-hungry wives of the political world would. “That is so kind of you, Tsunake-san. I can’t wait to meet for lunch. Shall we see each other today if you are free?”

“Yes,” you said with a wide smile.

“Today would be perfect. And don’t forget to keep your purse at home, Shima-san! Lunch is on me.”

–

A little boy with blonde hair was staring sullenly at the emerald expanse of the football field, his stomach tight with hunger.

He was under the shaded veranda, far away from the bustling cafeteria just next door where laughter, chatter and cries could be heard.

The bruise under his right rib cage was starting to hurt, and he would have to ask his mother to make it feel better. The bruise under her eye would be the same shade of black, too. His papa had made sure to leave a matching set to show how enraged he was at them for reacting poorly to his confession.

His fucking sin he dragged back home in the shape of a boy two years younger than Ran with matching lilac eyes and a different mother.

His mother passed away last night—he needs to be fed.

Somewhere above the same bruise, an emotional one started to throb.

He clutched his midsection, fending off the hunger and heartbreak with dull, lifeless eyes. If only this day would end soon.

There was a movement behind him, and a voice took him off guard.

“Hello.”

Ran swiveled around to find a girl holding a lunchbox, her polished class monitor badge gleaming on her tie. He narrowed his eyes, anticipating trouble; puffing out as much of his chest as a seven year old kid could.

She blinked at him, and pointed to his stomach, right where the bruise was. “Why do you keep touching yourself there? Are you hungry?”

Before he could speak, she ambled over to him in her squeaky black shoes. Ran flinched when she sat down next to him, opening up her bento box. Removing a perfectly wrapped onigiri, she munched on it, fixing her eyes on him.

He eyed the meal in her hand hungrily, licking his lips without noticing her eyes widening.

As if she were sent to save him when he needed it the most, she unwrapped the other onigiri and passed it to him with a small smile.

“An empty stomach is a hungry mind,” was what she murmured, but he heard her loud and clear.

Ran, seven years old and starving, wrenched it out of her hand. He sneered at her, a blonde, skinny child with chapped lips and bruises decorating his body he kept hidden behind his uniform—biting into the miso onigiri with gusto.

For a moment, the two children ate together, not caring about etiquettes or status quo.

Just basking in a bright day.

Once Ran finished, he stood up. The girl looked up at him, those stupid wide eyes making his blood boil and gut churn with spite.

If she was expecting his thanks, she wasn’t going to get it.

Her cry rebounded across the field when he shoved her down, stomping away; blind to the tears accumulating in her eyes.

She never called out for him or got him in trouble. Ran had kept his eyes peeled on teachers roaming around the school but none of them approached him or tried to call his parents.

His secret was never spoken out loud and the girl never crossed paths with him again.

Or, so he thought.

Ran could hardly believe his ears during today’s strategy meeting.

It started when Kokonoi walked in, silver hair laid pristinely around his face, a stack of files in his manicured hands as he stared down the long table of executives waiting for him to speak. At the head, Mikey sat, munching on a taiyaki and harboring a deadened look in his black eyes. Impatient for Kokonoi to get this meeting over and done with.

“Sumida has fallen,” Hajime started off with a batshit gleeful smile. Rummaging in the stack of files, he removed a piece of intel gathered across their black market servers, stunning every executive in the face who couldn’t believe the words written on that incriminating piece of paper.

Sumida—the Black Dragon stronghold—was up for grabs to the heftiest bidder. Bonten had a chance of expansion.

Ran sat back in his chair, his mind reeling. He hadn’t heard from you for a week since the last edging session, and he assumed you had chickened out—that you had tucked in your tail and came clean to your husband about your affair. But, Ran was pleasantly surprised to find that he had underestimated you all along.

She did it, he thought in disbelief. She really did it.

He would have to reward you soon. Such obedience deserved a big compensation.

“Sir,” your feathery exhale made Ran’s gut tightened, an implicit reaction to your bound body swaying lightly in the middle of his living room.

You looked good in red. The hued jute ropes vined around your arms, your body lifted slightly off the ground; legs spread wide and waiting, was a scintillating vision.

Those wet, doe eyes trailed after his every move, beseeching for him to show you some mercy.

Ran plastered on a sympathetic grin, padding up to you with a look you were starting to know all too well. He had on a light button down shirt with some charcoal grey slacks—a picture of ease while you struggled to hold onto your composure with every light sway of your body.

His touch on your thigh was not unwelcomed, though you squirmed, wishing he would take his hand up higher. “I heard the brave thing you did with the Shimas. I have to say—I’m impressed. And proud. I’m proud of you.”

Like a flower blooming under the warmth of his praise, your chest swelled, eyes glistening. “Thank you, Sir.”

He cupped your face, allowing one moment of weakness where his expression crumpled at the edges with tenderness. Brushing back a loose piece of hair behind your ear, Ran hummed, “It must’ve taken you a lot of courage. I think you’re very brave.”

You preened under his touch, batting your lashes and arching your back. “Thank you, Sir.”

The scent of him—citrus and like the ocean—made you dizzy with need. Especially when he came up behind you, curving his larger body closer to yours, drowning you with his heat. One hand spread across your stomach, gripping your body softly, while the other one drifted in between your legs, finding your sacred spot—cupping it protectively.

“Do you trust me, slut?” Ran’s breath touched your earlobe, and you nodded, mouth falling open before you registered how wanton your reactions were.

“Y-yes.”

“Do you love me?”

You were struck mute, unsure of what to say. Ran chuckled, teasingly smacking your thigh. “I’m joking, slut. You don’t have to answer that. I don’t think I want to know the answer, either.”

Touching your hips, Ran eased his palms up your body, feeling your outline underneath his touch. Every inch of you was tense with anticipation, wondering what he had up his sleeve. Your lover was an enigma—his actions and expression unreadable. You wondered what he would do next.

As if answering your silent thoughts, Ran eased something thick and silky over your eyes, snorting when you flinched and squealed in surprise.

“It’s a blindfold. You’re not scared of the dark, are you, slut?”

You shook your head, hair falling right in front of your face. Ran pushed your errant locks back, admiring the proud jut of your chin as you tried to keep your posture held high and unbothered.

He was going to make you beg on your knees; Ran wanted to see you melted into a puddle of your own desire.

A smirk decorated his lips, and he picked up a pair of headphones charging on a console, clamping it around your ears. Your gasp resounded through his penthouse, and Ran touched your thigh, silently telling you he was still here. That you could trust him.

With the darkness and stillness keeping you locked in a state of limbo, all you could feel was your heartbeat rapidly thudding in your chest; hear the blood roaring in your ears. Your breath came out in shuddering waves, anticipating Ran’s next move.

You never expected the soft stream of moans or another woman’s voice moaning out your lover’s name to filter through your ears.

“Ran-san, I-I can’t hold it anymore.” Accompanying her mewls were soft squelches that sounded suspiciously like someone fingering a wet pussy. It all came to a head when Ran spoke, his voice low and seductive through the audio.

“Then, cum, my slut.”

You physically heard the relief in that strange woman’s voice when her moan broke off, her heavy breathing and low chanting of his name making you feel hot all over.

Someone touched your belly, and you flinched with a quick gasp. The touch smoothed over your hip, as if to reassure you, and you trusted it enough to let it trail down to your pulsing pussy.

Behind the blindfold, your eyes were rapidly twitching, opening and closing to the pressing darkness.

Another recording started, and to your shock, it was another woman on the precipice of an orgasm. She sounded like she was close to mania, her high-pitched keen going straight to your throbbing clit. Your hips undulated, and the touch on your clit moved to your twitching hole—a single finger bullying through your tight heat.

Without warning, you whimpered, back arching and toes curling. The strange woman spoke, distracting you from the blistering pleasure.

“Ran… Master… you’re driving me i-insane.”

His chuckle was both confident and sarcastic, when he replied, “Serves you right for putting on a show in front of my colleagues. This is your punishment—take it.”

You flinched again when you heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh, the other woman’s moan offsetting the twinge of pain in her cry.

“Fuck—I’m sorry, Master. F-forgive your slut.”

Ran didn’t speak, but from the sounds of sucking and smacking lips, you could deduce he was busy between her legs, lapping at her desperation while her pitchy mewls kept you on your toes.

Right in front of you, you felt the minute movement of a body shift, as if someone was getting to his knees. A tongue dragged across your pelvis bone, rough and leaving behind a trail of spit. You giggled, shrinking away, but Ran held your hips firmly in his two larger hands, tilting your lower body up at an angle. Another lick, this time on the crease of your inner thigh, had your breathing stuttering, mind running on pure adrenaline.

He’s going to eat me out—he’s finally going to eat me out.

The woman in the audio cried out his name, and you could plainly picture Ran in between her shapely thighs, sucking on her clit as her back bowed and she came lustily.

“Oh, Master,” she sobbed. “Thank you, thank you. Thank you.”

Another recording started, this one scratchier, like it was taped outside. A woman was breathing heavily, as if she were in pain. An insidious trickle of dread ran up your spine, and you almost yelled out for him to stop when you felt the broad stroke running right through your soaked folds.

“Mhm!” The audio was too loud for you to discern what was happening all around you, but even with the distraction, you could plainly hear the ache in your involuntary moan. Ran’s tongue traced figure 8s on your sensitive clit, and as the recording became clearer, you heard the woman’s heavy breathing turned into sensuous whines. Blood pounded through your veins, flooding all the way south, right to your shuddering pussy.

Down on his knees, your lover mouthed your folds, his tongue sliding through your drenched seam with the ease of a hot knife running through butter. As he suckled on your clit almost tenderly, the woman in the recording cried out, her heavy breathing turned laborious. Like she was an inch away from cumming her brains out.

“Do it,” Ran in the audio goaded. “Cum for me right in front of all these people, slut. Make a mess on my fingers.”

Fuck, your brain synapses pieced two and two together, the reality of what was happening in the recording making you throb everywhere. Ran had actually made this poor girl cum in public. Was it in a park? Did they hide in the bushes? Was she wearing a skirt to give him access to her poor, vulnerable cunt?

Suddenly, the reason why he blindfolded you made complete sense. The darkness and lack of details made your imagination run on overtime, which was, in reality, the most potent aphrodisiac when you had no other choice than to picture these lewd ministrations on your own.

Sick, sick bastard. Haitani Ran would be the death of you.

That distracting, warm mouth continued to lap at your pussy, and without warning, you felt two slim fingers sink into your aching core, stroking your walls and catching on a sensitive spot which made you cry out. Ran kissed, sucked and flicked your tender nub, until you swore the women moaning in the audio and your groans were indistinguishable.

“Ran, Ran… Sir… Sir…”

You were panting out his name, twisting in your bonds. He moved his mouth up your body, briefly tonguing your erect nipples. He nipped your neck, nosed your jaw and eventually found your lips.

Fuck me, please—don’t keep me waiting any longer. His tongue danced with yours, leaving your own juices coating your tastebuds. Ran kissed you like he wanted to destroy every shred of sanity which kept you hesitant to give all of yourself to him.

Your walls were now flimsy barriers, standing on a shaky foundation which crumbled even more every time he pressed his mouth to your wide open one. Every stroke of his tongue winning this battle of wills left you gasping and groaning. Those pesky headphones tilted askew, giving you a brief respite—allowing you to listen to his heavy breathing when he devoured your lips with the mastery of a man knowing exactly how to make a woman beg for her sanity back.

Ran chuckled, righting the headphones, and once again, your world was consumed by countless hussies moaning, crying out, cumming and screaming for your lover to give them the gift of their own denied orgasm.

How many women have been subjected to this same torture? Were you one of many who found themselves in this position?

Something hot and heavy stabbed under your ribs at that thought—making you wonder just exactly how special you were in comparison to those other women; if you even made a difference in Ran Haitani’s life.

But, in the split second jealousy managed to rear her head, she was tamed back down when you sensed his fingers ghosting your weeping slit. Circling your entrance, pushing two fingers through your fluttering walls with ease. You must be dripping onto his carpet; your shame staining the expensive fabric.

“Fuck me!” This new woman sobbed, sounding deranged and on the edge. “Fuck me, Haitani! I need you now.”

Two fingers pushed through your mouth, saturating your tastebuds with the flavor of your own desperation. You lapped at his digits, silently beseeching for him to push them further down your throat—anything to be perforated with Ran’s presence deep in your body.

You exhaled a soft moan, nipples taut enough to be almost painful. “Ran,” you moaned, though you barely heard yourself over his other submissive’s cries. “P-please… fuck me.”

Having no idea whether he even heard you in the first place, the best bet you had was to be still and wait. The wanton audible whore was now squirting, your lover encouraging her to drench his tongue, urging her release with low, filthy groans.

Would Ran moan exactly like that when he sank deep into your pussy?

Your hips circled at that thought; being suspended in midair only drew the anticipation out cruelly. Minutes seemed to pass where there was nothing but your heartbeat drowning the women’s moans. Where you could feel every ridge of the ropes digging into your arms, your wrists, and clenched on the rough jute in between your tight grip like it was your literal lifeline.

Ran? You murmured. Ran? Master?

Warm lips touched your shoulder, trailing to your jaw. A soft kiss fell right onto your parted mouth.

And then, Ran gripped your cheeks, spreading them.

Easing the blunt head of his cock right into your pulsating pussy; finally giving you what you deserved.

a/n: WE IN IT NOW GANG (literally)

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misshoneyimhome · 6 months ago

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His tripod would be set up right next to your dripping hole as he lifted the skirt you had on and aimed and zoomed right at it. During the time your back was leaning against his broad chest as his hand traveled down to your folds, you were sat in between his thighs. With his thick digits spreading your pussy lips apart, he was wearing his gold ring. You both felt pleasure rising in the air as he continued to explore your body.

"You're goddamn wet for me." He said, his voice low and husky as he breathed into your ear. "So greedy, huh älskling?" He asked, pressing his fingers into your pussy. As he slowly pulled it out, you gave a small whimper as he brought two fingers to dip in. The camera recorded every delicious second as you felt full, even with his digits inside.

His smile spread across your face as he gazed at your aching clit through the camera. As he rubbed it with his fingers, he saw your folds closely. Then he leaned his chin over your shoulder, spit directly down your body so it ran directly into your messy clit.

It didn't take him long to feel you clench around him, his fingers bruising your sweet spot, as he knew when you were ready to burst. "Willy," You squeaked out your chest heating up, pussy fluttering. In an instant, he rubbed the back of your clit, letting the fountain of cum squirt everywhere as he pulled his fingers out. His hand slapped your drenched cunt before shoving two fingers in deep again as he groaned against your neck. He would proudly tell everyone he was the one who made you make such a mess through the audio as he said, “She's only a squirter for me.” A little inspo for your new series.

🥵🥵🥵 as always this is so so hot!

🔥 But as much as I'd love to use this for my new series, this kind of scene just suits inexperienced!reader perfectly 😏 She's my perfect little slut for Willy, and she definitely deserves all the attention in a story like this!

Tropes & Warnings: inexperienced!reader x Willy, 18+ smut - Quite straightforward 😂

Word count: 1.1K

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Returning to Toronto after an off-season filled with travel and adventure was both a relief and a challenge. You and William had spent blissful days soaking in the serene beauty of Sweden and basking under the sun on the shores of Saint Tropez, surrounded by his family and creating memories that felt like dreams. But now, you were back in your shared flat, just the two of you, and the comfort of home brought with it a new kind of intimacy, one that felt more personal and intense.

The first few days back were a blur of exhaustion and simple routines. You walked the dogs together, made quick trips to the supermarket, and spent most of your time lounging around, ordering takeaway, and catching up on sleep. It was a slower pace than you were used to, but it felt right—like a much-needed rest after the whirlwind of your travels.

And as the days passed, William returned to his workout routine, preparing himself for the upcoming hockey season, while you got back into the swing of your own work. Life gradually returned to its regular rhythm, yet somehow, something felt different. The spark that had ignited between you during the off-season seemed to have dimmed slightly, the excitement giving way to the familiarity of routine.

It was during one of those quiet evenings, as the golden light of the afternoon faded into the soft glow of twilight, that William suggested something new. It was an idea he’d been mulling over for a while, unsure if it would interest you but unable to let it go. He wanted to make a video—something private, something intimate. The thought of capturing your most personal moments together, documenting the way he touched you and the power he had over you, had been on his mind.

The video wasn’t necessarily intended for sharing with others; rather, William saw it as a way for the two of you to experiment and perhaps for him to use when he needed a release while on the road.

When he brought it up, his voice was soft, almost hesitant, but the intensity in his eyes showed he was serious. The idea was bold, and though it pushed the boundaries of what you had explored before, it didn’t feel strange or out of place. Instead, it sparked a thrill within you.

The night was charged with anticipation, the air thick as you settled into your shared bedroom. William had set up his tripod, positioning the camera carefully to capture the moment from an angle that was both intimate and revealing. There was something thrilling about the setup, a sense of anticipation that sent shivers down your spine. You were seated between his strong thighs, your back resting against his broad bare chest as his hand moved with deliberate slowness, exploring the soft skin beneath your skirt.

His touch was both gentle and assertive, his fingers grazing your folds with a tenderness that made your breath catch. The warmth of his body against your naked torso was comforting, but it was the way he whispered in your ear, his voice low and husky, that sent a wave of heat through you.

"You're goddamn wet for me," he murmured, his words igniting a flush of desire through your veins. His breath was warm against your skin, and you could sense the smile in his voice as he added, "So greedy, huh älskling?"

With practised ease, his thick fingers spread you apart, the cool metal of his gold ring contrasting with the warmth of his touch. You could feel the pressure building as he slowly pressed his fingers past your entrance, filling you in a way that made you gasp softly. The camera captured every moment, every shiver and gasp, but your focus was entirely on William, on the way he made you feel.

He was patient, his movements slow and deliberate, drawing out every sensation until you could barely stand it. And as he pulled his fingers out, the emptiness was almost unbearable, and you let out a soft whimper, the sound escaping your lips without you even realising it. But William wasn’t finished. He dipped his fingers back in, the fullness returning as he continued to work you closer to the edge. Curling and twisting his digits with every pump.

His gaze flicked to the camera, a smile spreading across his face as he watched the way your body responded to his touch. There was a possessiveness in his eyes, a pride in knowing exactly how to make you feel this way. And as his fingers then found your clit, rubbing it with practised ease, you felt a wave of pleasure crash over you, your body tensing with the intensity of it.

He leaned in closer, his chin resting on your shoulder as he watched the scene unfold, the intimacy of the moment heightened when he spat, the warm fluid running down to your sensitive core. It was a gesture both dominant and intimate, sending another jolt of heat through your body, and he stuck his fingers inside you again.

You could feel yourself clenching around him, the pleasure building to a point where it was almost too much to bear. William knew your body well, knew exactly when you were close, and his touch only grew firmer, more insistent as he drove you higher and higher. His motions were merciless, actions that drove your mind wild and breaths catching in your throat.

“Willy,” you managed to cry, your voice barely audible as your chest heaved with the effort to breathe. The tension within you snapped, and in an instant, you were overwhelmed by waves of pleasure, your muscles fluttering as your body released in a rush of sensation.

But he didn’t stop there. As you came undone, he pulled his fingers out, only to slap your drenched core lightly before plunging them back in, a groan escaping his lips as he felt your body respond to his touch; your juices spraying like a waterfall. The sound of his voice, low and proud, filled the room as he spoke to the camera, his words brimming with possessive pride.

“She’s only a squirter for me,” he said, satisfaction evident in his tone as he held you close, the aftermath of your release leaving you both breathless and trembling.

The room was quiet except for the sound of your ragged breaths, the intensity of the moment leaving you both spent and content. And as you both settled into the comforting embrace of each other’s arms, you knew this was something special—an experience that would linger in your memories long after the night had passed.

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kaeso4ka · 6 months ago

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You're just walking with Optimus through the winter forest. And your heart seems to be melting

Pairing: yandere Optimus Prime x reader

You looked around with bated breath. Snowflakes swirled in a slow, chaotic chorus, falling on the towering snowdrifts, the bare trees, your hot face….

You couldn't remember the last time you'd been this cold. The Nevada desert didn't allow snow even in her mind, but here, thousands of miles away from Jasper, winter was in full swing. You liked it.

Optimus, in his mass-shifted form, stood nearby, but paid no attention at all to the beauty of the winter forest. You had his undivided attention.

“Don't stare. It's indecent,” you smiled weakly, meeting your gaze with the blue optic, ”better look around. It's so beautiful!”

The mech obediently looked around the forest around them. Optimus' audio sensors registered many different sounds: the crackling of twigs, the rustles made by various animals… Yes, Cybertron was much quieter than Earth.

As Optimus turned his faceplate back to you, returning his attention to you, a hastily made snowball hit the area between his eyepieces.

“I told you not to stare,” you were hastily molding snowballs without letting Prime out of your sight, ‘are you always so lofty?’ the mountain of snowballs was growing rapidly, and you moved behind the nearest snowdrift, preparing to hold your defenses.

“What are you doing, my Spark?” as another snowball folded into a ball and crashed into Optimus' chestplate, Prime decided to repeat your actions as well. A very large snowball quickly formed under his metal palms.

“Obviously: declaring a snow war. But seriously, it's just a child's winter play,” you poked your head out of your hiding place, trying it on, ”and so far you've been hit in the head and chest. You should… “Before you could finish, Optimus's snowball hit you in the face, and you fell into a snowdrift. Your nose hurt, “ouch. Calculate your strength!”

“I'm sorry, my Spark…” as soon as Optimus took a step towards you, concerned about your condition, you almost completely jumped out from behind the snowdrift, launching all the snowballs you had managed to make at Optimus by then. And another. And another.

The mech froze, letting you use up all your snowballs.

“There we go, fifteen to one in my favor. I win,” you could feel the melting snow prickling your red cheeks, the moisture slowly creeping through the thick layer of clothing, but you were in no hurry to get up from the snow. “Actually, in case you've forgotten, back in Antarctica, you promised me a game of snowballs. And you never did until I dragged you down here myself.”

“I thought you were genuinely uncomfortable spending time with me.”

You froze. Your palm clenched on the snow, and you realized your mittens were no longer saving you from the stabbing cold.

“M-huh?… Well, yes, but… Actually, you could spend a little more time with me normally…. Hell, no. Forget it,” you pulled off your soaked mitten with irritation, blowing on your blushing palms, ”what a fool you are, do you even know about this?”

Optimus approached you, getting down to the same level as you. Gently he took someone else's wrist, covered the other's palm with his own. The warm metal, against the logic of the surrounding temperature, grew hotter with each passing moment. You smiled relaxedly.

“I'd be glad if you could point out what I should do more often. Sometimes I don't understand you at all,” Optimus lifted you out of the snowdrift a moment later, cradling you against him, ”but I really want to understand.”

You smiled duskily. Sometimes you didn't understand yourself.

She didn't understand why or why not she pressed herself harder against Optimus, responding to the hug.

Inwardly, you agreed that it was just the atmosphere of the winter forest that was affecting you.

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crystaleevee4 · 4 months ago

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going crazy (forgive the ugly-ass colors, I had to try and find good color coding for 14 people, and still have it have enough contrast against the background to be readable). for the record I had to transcribe these lyrics myself in Google docs offline mode using the downloaded file I had of the song. with no wifi, so no spell check or googling lyrics I wasn't sure about. which was hell on my audio processing disorder brain

anyways I am very far from done and I want to try and get each soulmate pair in at least once, so far as you can see we've got scar & Grian, Martyn & kind of Cleo but not as a pair yet, Pearl & Scott (and kind of Cleo), and then impulse (and bdubs but that line isn't in this screenshot)

anyways if anyone has suggestions for all the remaining people. hmu in reblogs (please). also these aren't all the lyrics to the song ofc, i'll put them under cut with my notes (this song is just very double life to me so i'm hoping some day I'll be able to animate it):

Separate faces help him to walk and cross the tiles As he justifies existence with flinches and false smiles

^ something something maybe Grian and scar? unsure

And the hand he used to feed his hunger shriveled from the cold He's borrowed more than he can pay, his debts are getting old

The cracks had always been on show,

^ referencing martyn's lore?

the spirit always broke The bottle always emptied well before the candles smoked Tobacco always there on cue in someone else's glass

Someone else's secrets become someone else's path [past?]

^ martyn's lore? w/ grian

I know you well, I know you felt Like it should've been someone else who fell But I'll never forget your face You melt into my life [light?]

I want the attention that she's getting From your loving arms

^ Pearl, Scott, Cleo

You let me soak your face into my memory Like you want me, and you kept me Wanting more as I don't know you I don't own you, I just sew you Into pieces of this fabric that I wear over my shoulder

Like a dream, you fill me up

And make me cold, just like a soldier Trains her mind to do the killing Even though he isn't willing I have pain, and I am cold Without your heat to make me bold

^ pearl and scott

Just forget that we're not molded We're just solitary soldiers

^ Grian and scar?

Given [giving?] up on all this love stuff It's made up and we're just older I give up on you, we're over [I gave up when you were over?]

I want reciprocal lovers I want trust, and I want safety

^ pearl

I want space, and I need chasing

^ impulse if you know his character and see DL!impdubs in the toxic way. please. someone see it

I want to feel that I'm the only girl Around you who can know you

But I want to see you luring Other women who can't own you I want to see their faces When you make them lose their graces

When you make them feel they're placeless

^ pearl

Like a chain around an object that keeps moving You're a concept of a man and of an object

You are everything I wanted All I seem to crave Like a hero needs to save

Except when I get up close There is a maggot on the rose

^ again. impdubs. they're picture perfect until they're not

Like a magpie stealing shiny things There's [they're?] sometimes diamonds, sometimes tin

You are my darkness, and you understand I don't want anything but your hand Just hold [pull?] me steady, hold me steady (hold the frame) And I'll shoot again, now

I can't stop thinking about you

And if you're stripping me down to My brittle bones and crumbled joints These open wounds just need some salt, oh

^ impulse and bdubs (I am big on clockduo/impdubs DL toxicity ok)

It would be better if you left If I can't see you, I can't step Into the light you've cast about you I can't have you, but I want you

This obsession is not letting me slide I feel I'm damaging myself to stay alive I am destroying all I have to let this burn This little flame is not so dangerous on its own

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deesseshesca · 7 months ago

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PAC : Life update

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Good evening,pretty souls, let’s check out your last run around the block before you go back to being responsible.

Choose the image that’s speak to you and allow yourself to soak ONLY what’s reasoning with YOUR SITUATION

Rules and Disclaimer

I am the type of tarot reader to say as it is. Nothing is sugar coated but everything is sent with good intention. If you are not ready to face some truth, you should vagabond somewhere else.

TW: DV,Addiction

PILE 1

What’s going on inside your mind ?

Star (reverse), Ace swords (Reverse),1122

STOP PLAYING THE VICTIM

You guys are overwhelmed with everything that’s going on in your life. You need to work towards a happy life. I’m hearing, ‘’ BUT I’M ALREADY DOING IT !’’. B*itch calm down. You are not doing it. You are so used to sadness that when nothing is happening in your life, you choose to fill that void with sad music, gut wrenching books or trauma full movies. Even in times of peace you CHOOSE to feel bad and the fact that you can’t even recognize how mess it is. Just show how deep in the victim mentality you really are.

STOP MOVING GOALS

Stop following that unexpected willpower at 3 am. Is probably a manic episode but anyway… I digress, stop thinking you can change your life overnight. You need to go one step at a time. Wake up and schedule what you can do. Not what you want to do. And allow grace to be with you, because even if you fail just know you are actively working towards something great. Then just that on its own is worth a standing ovation.

What does the heart want ?

You are dealing with a super bad person, I felt like punching him/her a couple times through my screen. Him/Her cheated on you, broke up with you and expected you to stay faithful. How the heck on this green earth does that F*CKING work ?!

Ace swords, Tower (reverse)

Open communication

Your relationship may be facing challenges (alter ego: YOUR RELATIONSHIP IS IN THE GUTTER) and you need to allow yourself to speak up (alter ego: what are you.. a dog ? Why do you have to ask permission to speak). Right now, you don’t speak. You are even scared to voice your emotion because you are scared he/she will flip on you. Which usually ends up withyou running in the bathroom crying and then him/she yelling like an animal. He/she abuses you verbally. You know, they know, I know you are one fight away from them connecting their fist to your face. Instead of leaving, you are reminiscing about all the time you have spent on this relationship. Babe is time to choose. You OR this relationship (Alter-ego: Girl/Boy that’s no relationship, that’s a toxic mess. They deserve to feel my wra-)

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PILE 2

Check in: You have big boobs. Way bigger than normal and you love it. Most people in your situation may wish to have a reduction but you love it there. If you are an owner of a ‘’d’’, you may have a big d. That’s it,that’s all.

What's going on inside your mind ?

9 cups (reverse), Ace Pentacles (Reverse)

Not everything that glitter is gold

There is a contract that’s going to be presented to you. First you do deserve recognition. You've been putting in the work, the hours and you BEEN patient. Now is finally time to reap what you sow but be careful the same way you know your potential. The same way others see it and see big profit. Before you sign your life away in a slave contract that’s going leave you broker than broke, plz read all the little characters on the paper.

You act like you are better than everyone. Nothing is ever good enough and nobody can seem to please you. You are full of yourself. You are so F*CKING immature

CUT ! You have a very toxic family and that’s what they think of you. If you were looking for confirmation, here u go

What does the heart want ?

King pentacles, Hierophant

You are in a happy and secure relationship. They are generous, dependable and very protective over you. They don’t care about anyone except you. They've been telling you that your family is your number one enemy. You refuse to take their opinion in. They want to get married, have children and fill out taxes with you and only you. Go ahead Pile 2, send them that pinterest board with all your wedding requirements, they will love it ! I sense that you are as possessive with them as they are with you. Awww, I love some equally possessive couple. Plus, they will do anything to have you and KEEP you.

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PILE 3

What’s going on inside your mind ?

Ace cups , 3 cups (reverse)

You might be a functioning addict.

GO GET THAT PREGNANCY TEST

Plan B failed. Trust me babe, better now than later. Clench your coins and go check on the 2 bars.

NO MORE ‘’Get it Sexyy’’

You might be trying to run away from the truth but Pile 3, you need to stop and sober up. You have an alcohol/weed addiction. You are so exhausted. Just to keep up, you were pondering on trying some other drugs. Stop babe. Right now you don’t like the people you are surrounded with but you lost all contact with your family. Making amends with them is your best bet, I know it can be hard. But better you spend time trying to get better than wasting it away unhappy knowing damn well you have too much to offer to the world.

What does the heart want ?

Ace cup (Reverse), knight wands,

They STILL and FOREVER want you

You know you f*ck up. They loved you. Treated you well and just because they question your commitment a little too much to your liking. You went out of your way to show them you did not need them. I feel like you guys were at a party or the club and you kiss someone randomly. Now there is no contact. There is no official break up but there’s no communication going on between y’all. This is prime self-sabotage. You know damn well all they wanted was some communication, just to prove that they matter to you. They feel like you treat them like a simple sneaky link and it ain’t fair. Especially when you know they are the only ones in the corner. You know, they know, I know: they are going nowhere. They are so attracted by your independence and charisma but you keep using your quality against him/she.

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PILE 4

You worked very hard to finally enjoy the life you have right now. Going on trip, exclusive pool party and twerking your a*s with your ratchet friends. You always save from pregnancy scared. Damn girl, you are lucky. If you are a man, you know damn well you should not be hitting it raw. But you did it anyway, lucky for you no pregnancy and no disease.

What’s going on in your mind ?

10 pentacles, Death (reverse), 3333,

Keep working hard and playing harder.

Expansion is on the horizon . I’m talking to the nail artists that love creating crazy drawings in all types of fonts, hair stylists that excel in dying hair, lash tech that are always book and mua that finally got their social media success. Is time to dream big. I'm talking about your own studio, your own lash equipment, your own hair care or even your own 1:1 teaching class.

Kill the devil

Don’t let the bad thoughts make you doubt the legitimacy of your success. Babe you did ! YOU ! All on your own.

What does the heart want ?

King wands (reverse), 8 pentacles (reverse), ‘’Yes! I cheated’’

Y’all are messing with the baby daddy of someone. At the time you did not know and did not care. As of now, you still don’t give a f*ck. Like that’s not your business that he cheated on her with you. All you care about is to have a good much. And he is, so he stays in rotation. If you are a man, you don’t care that she has a boyfriend at home. If she wants to suck your nuts then be it. Is not your fault she’s begging for it. Might as well make her dream come true.

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miserys-inkwell · 6 months ago

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KILLING THE DANCEFLOOR

An original Magnus Archives statement

Masterlist

Tw: gore in this one lads, and brief implications of vomiting

[Tape recorder click]

JON: Statement of Joseph Markus, regarding his experience at a club he visited in Scotland. Original statement given May 12th, 2016, audio recording by Jonathan Sims, head archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

Statement begins.

JON [STATEMENT] :

This happened on a trip to Scotland four years ago, me and a group of friends were staying there for three days. We'd been out drinking for a good few hours, so we were all tipsy veering into outright drunk. The others started suggesting that we should go back to the hotel, they told me that I should be done for the night. Every time I think about what happened, I regret not listening to them.

I'd been at the club for around 20 minutes, I think it was called “Veil's” or something like that. I was already a few drinks in, when I noticed… her. The first word that came into my head when I looked at her was “sharp”. I'm not sure why, it just seems like the best word to describe her. She was tall, and I mean tall. She easily had a few inches on anyone else in the club, looked like she was in her mid twenties, and had wild red hair with streaks of blonde and bright cherry red. Her eyes were also a vibrant red, but I just figured that she was wearing colored contacts, it wouldn't have been out of place with her outfit. I feel the need to give a description of her, so at least someone else knows what to look out for. She was wearing a spiked choker, ripped black jeans, and a tattered band shirt. I can't remember the exact name of the band. I think it was something like, Gravity's Bond? I don't think that's right but such a small detail wasn't really something I was too focused on. I was more preoccupied with the fact she was carrying a giant blood soaked axe. And no one seemed to acknowledge it, they were acting like this massive woman with a giant blood soaked axe wasn't anything out of the ordinary, so I naively assumed that it was a prop. God, what I would give for it to have just been a prop.

I'd been focused somewhere else, but my attention snapped back to the dance floor when a deafening crack echoed through the club. It was so loud, that for a moment I thought it was a gunshot. My eyes landed on her just in time to watch her drop a limp body with its neck bent at an unnatural angle. Before I had time to even process what I was seeing, she whipped around and swung the axe down. I will never forget the sound the axe made when it buried itself into that man's skull. The horrible wet crunch of metal splitting bone and embedding itself in brain matter, it seemed to drown out all the other noise in the club. I don't know if you've ever heard the noise that a raw egg makes if you crush it. I'm sure you can imagine why I'm mentioning such a thing. She planted a booted foot against the man's chest and pushed the corpse away so she could tear the axe out. I honestly think that noise might have somehow been worse than the initial blow. Then, before the body had even finished its landing, lunged at the next unfortunate person and mercilessly slashed open their throat. I could practically hear the blade smoothly slicing through the flesh, but what I definitely could hear was her last feeble gurgling breaths as she choked on her own blood. She kept going. I don't know how many more people she got, because my eyes darted around the room looking to see if anyone had already called the police.

I felt my stomach drop when I realized that no one else seemed to see her, or at the very least see the gruesome results of her actions. I don't know how that could have been possible, she was in the middle of the room surrounded by people and she wasn't exactly being quiet. My mind was racing trying to figure out what I should do, should I call the police? What if they didn't see her as out of the ordinary and just assume that I'm a crazed drunk? While I was caught up in my inner dilemma the woman ambled off of the dance floor towards the bar, sweaty and laughing like she had just been partying like any normal club goer, like she wasn't covered in the blood of the people she had just slaughtered. And I will admit, while I wasn't drunk enough to not remember the night, I was definitely far enough gone to make a stupid decision. A very, very, stupid decision. I made the idiotic and borderline suicidal choice to confront the woman.

She had casually dropped herself down in the chair at the end of the bar, the one near the wall, and slung one of her legs up on the empty seat next to her. As well as setting her axe, still dripping with gore, on the bartop. While she was settling herself in her seat, the bartender placed an already prepared drink in front of her, which she cheerfully thanked them for. Thinking back to it, I'm scared of the implications that has, because it means that this woman is a regular there, meaning that the casual axe murdering is a regular occurrence. As I got closer, I picked up on more and more details about her appearance that left me with a sinking feeling in my gut. Her skin was oddly pale, even by redhead standards, as if she only went out at night to go partying, and the shape of her teeth seemed just a bit off. Then she turned and looked at me, and even in my drunken state, I had enough clarity to recognize the way her pupils shifted under the continually changing lights of the club, sober enough to realize she wasn't wearing contacts; that her eyes were red.

We stared at each other without saying anything for a few moments, then she suddenly threw her head back and barked out a loud laugh. Which I will admit made me jump a bit. Then she leveled those horrible red eyes at me, she had a glint in her gaze that unsettlingly reminded me of a kid with a magnifying glass that had just come across an anthill. Then, still chuckling a bit, she spoke in a slightly raspy Scottish accent. “Oh, this is real exciting, you can actually see what's going on here. That's a bit rare but it's always entertaining, makes it more fun.” Then, while looking me in the eye, she wiped a still wet splatter of blood from her cheek with her thumb before licking it off.

She continued “I'll tell you what, it's always a treat when someone can see through me, and I'm feeling nice tonight, so I'll give you a 30 second head start.” Then she began to count, I wasted at least five precious seconds of my grace period standing there like a deer in headlights. When I snapped out of it, I took off towards the door, weaving through the other club goers as fast as I could internally kicking myself as the adrenaline partially cleared my head from the haze of the alcohol. I burst outside onto the street, and I swear that the club wasn't in the same place as it was when I went in, none of the landmarks I was seeing looked familiar. But I didn't have time to think about that, the only thing running through my head was “get away” over and over again as I forced my burning legs to carry me down the street. I ran for a block or two before I decided to slow down a bit to catch my breath, and to… let my body get rid of some of the alcohol. Even as I heaved for air after being forced to empty my stomach, I was still listening for any sign that she had followed me. Then I heard the whistling. It was a cheerful little tune that definitely did not match the scenario, and I realized with growing dread that it was getting closer. I forced myself to continue forward, making twists and turns in an attempt to lose her, but all I really accomplished was getting myself lost. The whistling continued to get closer and closer, and now I could hear her unhurried footsteps behind me. I don't know how she could possibly be keeping up with me at such a casual pace while I was quite literally running for my life. As I was about to round another corner, a sudden weight slammed into me sending me crashing into the pavement. I've never been hit by a car before, but this is what I imagine it felt like. While I was blinking the flashing lights out of my vision, she took the opportunity to pin me down with one knee forcing itself into the center of my chest, and pinning my right hand next to my head with her other foot. When my vision cleared I was met by a sight that has haunted me since that night. She was staring down at me, with a wild grin and a borderline feral glint in her bloody red eyes, with bits of viscera splattered across her face and body, raising her axe above her head, preparing to bury it into my face. I thought to myself, “This is the last thing I'm going to see.” And I clenched my eyes shut hoping that it would be like getting a shot, if I can't see it coming it won't hurt as much, right? It's stupid, but it was oddly comforting in the moment.

As she was about to bring the axe down, and I was waiting for my inevitable demise, she was interrupted by her phone ringing. I was scared that she was going to get a call from someone saying that they needed parts of me in one piece to harvest my organs or something, but that theory went out the window when I realized that she had set the ringtone for whoever it was to Rick James’ “Super Freak”. It was so jarring that I probably would have laughed if her knee wasn't grinding into my sternum and crushing the air out of me. She sighed, flipped the axe slamming the head of it down right next to my ear before pulling out her phone and answering it. Only got her side of whatever conversation was being had, something along the lines of “What do you want? I'm busy right now.” A pause “Can't you ask someone else to help you with it, I'm kind of in the middle of something.” Another pause followed by a heavy sigh, “Fine, I'll be over there in like 10 minutes but you owe me big for this one.” She ended the call, slipped her phone back into her pocket, turned her attention back to me and said. “Looks like it's your lucky day, we'll have to reschedule this for another time. Don't be too sad about our little game being put on hold, we'll meet again eventually.” Then she was up, twirling her axe and slinging it over her shoulder, and whistling that same damn tune as she jauntily made her way down the street, disappearing around the corner, and the whistling faded into the distance. I stayed on the ground for a long time, just trying to catch my breath and figure out what the hell just happened.

I managed to limp my way back to the hotel, I'm still not sure how I managed to find my way back. I quietly slipped back into the room to not wake up the others. I didn't sleep that night for obvious reasons, so I used the time I spent lying awake debating what I should do. In the end I decided to pretend that it never happened, I didn't want to get my friends involved with that woman lest they become her next targets. And I felt like I couldn't call the police, for all I know it's some weird underground murder club and everyone else there was in on it and they're paying off the police or something. So I've been pretending it never happened, pretending that I'm not kept awake at night by the sound of a neck snapping, a skull being smashed open, the sound of someone drowning in their own blood, and the image of her, staring down at me as I was seconds away from being murdered.

So I'm sure you're probably wondering why I'm giving this statement now after so many years. I'm sharing this story so that someone knows what happened to me when I go missing or turn up dead. Last night, I was walking home through the downtown area of London, and I felt my heart stutter to a stop when I heard someone whistling that damn tune. One that I had hoped to never hear again. There she was. She was right. There. Walking down the other side of the street, thankfully without the axe, next to someone who was somehow even taller than her. I can't really remember what the other person looked like, only that they had long dark hair. Anytime I try to think about other discerning features I get a terrible headache, but I can't shake the feeling that I've seen him somewhere before. As if she could feel me staring, she suddenly turned and looked directly at me. I was met by the same unnatural piercing red eyes that I'd seen four years ago. I could tell that she recognized me as well, because her expression quickly shifted through irritation, surprise, before finally landing on that sharp devilish grin. I stood there frozen, unable to make myself run or even look away, the sound of the street around me was drowned out by the blood rushing in my ears. Then she lifted her hand and wiggled her fingers at me in a mocking little wave, like she knew that I couldn't move. And, as the final nail in the proverbial coffin, she mouthed three words to me; “I told you.”

I don't remember how or when I got home that night. But I do know that she's going to kill me. There's no doubt in my mind about that. It's only a matter of when, who knows how long it'll be before she decides she's had her fill of tormenting me.

JON: Statement ends.

I have a sneaking suspicion that the band shirt this mysterious Axe Woman was wearing was merchandise for the infamous Grifter's Bone that has been mentioned in a previous statement. Attempts at looking into a club by the name of “Veil's” have turned up nothing except a few offhand internet posts, but no records of an establishment by that name ever existing. Attempts at contacting Mr Markus for a follow up have turned up that he is, as one might anticipate, deceased. Three weeks after this statement was given, he was found murdered at a street corner with the official cause of death being a hit and run, resulting from the illegal removal of a stop sign by a vandal. Although the stop sign seemed to be less stolen by hooligan teenagers, and more like a bodybuilder suffering from severe steroid related mood swings, as in the photographs I have here it looks as if it was forcibly ripped straight from the ground. Then there's the fact that the injuries on the autopsy report that Tim managed to get his hands on, as expected, do not line up with the official explanation. Fractured skull resulting from a blow to the head with a semi sharp object and his landing on the concrete, a multitude of rough gashes across various parts of his body similar to injuries caused by an extremely blunt axe, with one of his legs being amputated below the knee and found several yards away. And lastly, but certainly the most disturbing, the fact the upper and lower halves of his body were completely bisected from each other, seemingly done using the same weapon as the other injuries, with his upper half having been thrown to the other side of the street with enough force that it hit the wall of the building there. All of this paints a rather nauseating picture of what actually happened. [Shaky sigh]

End recording.

[Tape recorder click]

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[Tape recorder click]

JON: Supplemental, I'm in the tunnels again searching for potential clues regarding who has been sneaking into the archives–

???: [a young woman's voice with a quiet deadpan but melodious tone] What are you doing?

JON: [screaming as you can audibly hear his soul exiting his body]

???: Well that's rude.

JON: [wheezing] Who are you?????

???: Well, who are you?

JON: I asked you first!

???: Well, I asked you second and two is a larger number than one so you have to answer first.

JON: [sputtering] I– you– wh– I'm Jonathan Sims, head archivist of the Magnus Institute.

???: Hmm, I wouldn't suppose you've been leaving trash lying around down here? Because I don't particularly appreciate someone dirtying such a nice dilapidated tunnel system with litter.

JON: I– no, I am not the one who has been leaving trash down here, I'm actually trying to figure out who has been.

???: Hmm, while it seems our motives are different, our goal of finding the one who's been leaving garbage in my tunnels is the same.

JON: I'm sorry but, your tunnels?

???: Yes, my tunnels. I've been wandering this system in my spare time for years, and this invader is sullying them with litter.

JON: Uhm, not to be rude or anything but, er, aren't you a bit young to be wandering abandoned underground tunnels by yourself? You don't look like you could be out of secondary school.

???: Aren't you a bit too old to be in the habit of trying to cover the fact you haven't had a shower in the last nine days by using too much deodorant?

JON: [indignant sputtering]

???: Regardless of our goals being aligned, I think I'd prefer to stay out of the institute’s business for a multitude of reasons. Also I can tell you wouldn't be much help in figuring out how to remove this pest. Along with the… woman who's been sneaking down here from the archives.

JON: You mean Sasha?

???: No, Not Sasha.

JON: How would anyone other than her be getting down here from the archives? She's the only woman who has access to these tunnels from the archives.

???: Yes, that woman.

JON: But you just said that it wasn't Sasha?

???: No, I said that it was Not Sasha.

JON: You're not making any sense.

???: Hmm, most things tend to not.

JON: You know that this is really not helping either of us get closer to either of our goals, neither of us have gained any information from being down here.

???: Perhaps you'd be able to gather more information down here if you didn't scream like a little bitch every time something potentially relevant happens.

JON: [shocked stuttering] You– well– I– Wait where did you go!

???: [faint singing echoing down the tunnels fading into the distance] ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

JON: Well, that was… thoroughly uninformative, [muttered] it was like trying to talk to Cirrus. [Return to normal volume] That girl seemed to only speak in insults and riddles. She also seemed to be– wait– SHE NEVER TOLD ME HER NAME.

[Tape recorder click]

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If you're wondering who the hell Cirrus is, he's another one of my oc's that hasn't been introduced yet (at the time of posting). I'm writing these very out of order but I should hopefully have him properly introduced soon. Thank you for reading!

#the magnus archives #tma statements #jonathan sims #tma slaughter #tma hunt #tma oc #tma dark #dipping into the writing inkwell #they call me oc's Georg

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joocomics · 1 year ago

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Dinna! 😩 the exhibitionism post was tew good! I didn't expect multiple scenarios, I appreciate it sm. Ofc I have some thoughts 👀 (I'm working on an Jungsu scenario that also deals with backstage sex but idk if you'd like me to send it in)

Jungsu recording your moans in the booth for his own use but when the rest of the members come in to record their song, one them accidentally plays the audio. You're blushing, he's smug, the others are flustered from knowing what was happening in the room before they came in. Except for Gaon, he's impressed. Definitely gives Jungsu a high five.

Jiseok couldn't care less if his bandmates are around. Sometimes he gets too carried away. He's the type to whisper dirty things into your ear when you're all eating at the table, hoping his members will hear. It doesn't help that your giggling is drawing attention.

Junhan talking dirty and being a little rough with you is something your friends will never expect from him. He's usually so quiet around them. Backstage sex with Junhan, omg. Loves that you go all out with your outfits for every show, especially if you match the concept. Drives him wild. Loves it even more when he's on stage knowing that his cum is spilling out of you and onto your underwear.

Jooyeon loves talking to you on the phone, it's not his intention to make things hot but one thing leads to another and the next thing you know, you're both moaning on opposite sides of the phone. Bonus if he asks to video chat to see you cum. If he's feeling a bit more bold, I think he would want you to give him head underneath the table while he's doing a Live

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so happy you enjoyed it!! omg backstage with jungsu?? i would love to hear more about it 👀

one of them accidentally plays the audio and imagine him having a hard time turning it off so now everyone hears how you moan his name; how you like it rough and beg for more and more… jiseok gives jungsu a smirk with a high five; jooyeon is on the floor laughing; junhan doesn’t know where to look, he turns his back at you as if that’s gonna make your arousing voice go away; gunil is smirking as well telling jooyeon to stop laughing, and seungmin is just surprised.. he was not expecting that a nice girl like you can have such a dirty mouth

jiseok is definitely the one i see totally comfortable to touch you, kiss you, spank you and stuff like that in front of the band after you’ve been together for awhile and i will not stop preaching it to the people. personal space? what’s that?

oh my goodness your soaked panties is all that’s gonna be on his mind the whole night. definitely would want you to tell him how it felt in details the next day. 100/10

this is jooyeon’s shit 🗣️ phone sex is one of his favorite ways to connect with you while he’s away. it’s almost like dirty talking without seeing each other stimulates all his senses so much!! especially if you’re the one going into full details. he cums so quick from your voice it’s sweet…

#💌: xhdream inbox #🍑 anon #xdinary heroes hard thoughts

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the-tmnt-ficfinder · 7 months ago

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Ficfinder finds: firefight

Chapter 2

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firefight Chapter 2: Appraisal and Ratings

(Don't know what fanfic "Appraisal and Ratings" means? Check out my explanation on my Main Masterpost! Looking for a different fanfic to read? Head on over to my Fanfic List Masterpost!)

Disclaimer: This fanfic is written by, @remedyturtles so go show them some love and support!! They write top notch fic's!

The fanfic ratings are not based on quality, favoritism, or how good I think it is, but rather, how intense a subject may be. Like a movie review, or the tags on Ao3, letting the readers know what to expect.

Plot: 💛🖤🖤🖤🖤

"Plot is one out of five!! This chapter isn't very plot heavy, which makes sense as its only the beginning of the story. However, regardless of having minimal plot, its still a highly enjoyable read!"

Suspense/Mystery: 💛💛🖤🖤🖤

"Suspense/Mystery is two out of five!! This chapter contains minimal amounts of mystery, and is more on the suspense side. While nothing suspenseful in the moment is happening, the whole story itself in this moment is made of suspense, because like, how are the twins gonna get outta this mess?"

Angst/Hurt: 💛💛🖤🖤🖤

"Angst/Hurt is two out of five! Both the twins are just in so much shock, that all that can be conveyed, is confusion and guilt. My favorite little angsty bit in this chapter, is how every time Donnie attempt to talk about how he's there with his twin, all Leo can say is "Not now." This just feels like such a powerful statement to me."

Fluff/Comfort: 💛💛🖤🖤🖤

"Fluff/Comfort is two out of five!! We actually get some comfort in this chapter, so soak it all up!! An equal amount of comfort to the amount of angst in this chapter."

Emotions Conveyed: 💛💛🖤🖤🖤

"Emotions Conveyed gets a two out of five!! While this chapter won't mess with your head to bad, you may find yourself smiling from how precious Donnie is with Leo. In most fanfics, Leo is often turning to Donnie as his safe person, or as the person he feels will understand/ I absolutely adore how the roles are reversed in firefight! Leo is Donnie's safe person, and while Leo feels immensely stressed knowing that his twin is in the prison dimension with him, Donnie can only feel a sense of relief knowing that he's with his comfort person. That Leo is within sight."

Drama/Tension Level: 💛🖤🖤🖤🖤

"Drama/Tension Level gets a one out of five!! Tension is a little high between the twins, though that's to be expected due to being trapped in an eternal hell."

Triggers: 💛🖤🖤🖤🖤

"Triggers for this chapter are one out of five!! Minimal triggers for this chapter!!"

Legibility (Reading): 💛💛💛💛🖤

"Legibility (Reading) is four out of five!! I particularly enjoy the little banter scenes, and when thoughts and/or unspoken words are written in italics."

Legibility (Audio): 💛💛💛💛💛

"Legibility (Audio) gets a five out of five!! Beautiful and fun to listen to!! Would recommend!!"

Length: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Length is three out of five!! Chapter 2 of firefight takes about 27-28 minutes to listen to!!"

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Personal thoughts on chapter below cut (Contains Spoilers)

This chapter just has such a powerful feeling of being lost, and helpless. In the beginning, I really enjoyed seeing the shift Leo displayed, where he's being angry, argumentative, and just hardly holding back tears, switching once Donnie has a question for him, and he's able to revert to a task, his tone becomes very bland, focusing on the information.

Never mind. He was safe as houses. The tension leaked from his shoulders and Donnie turned to hug his pillow. A shocked pause, then a damp laugh. Leo said, "Sleepytello coming in for the cuddles, hey?" "Everythin' okay?" Donnie muttered, disorientated. "Oh yeah." Leo scoffed, voice not quite put together, not quite perfect. "We're doing fantastic, D. You keep sleeping."

This bit right here is so precious to me. Donnie is so innocent in this moment, holding onto his dearest twin, completely unaware how broken Leo is in this moment. Leo is clearly crying, but he keeps it well hidden, hiding away his tears so that his twin would sleep.

"Taps means water." Leo said, full confidence, keeping his grip on Donnie's hand and skating the other on the wall as they moved to the door. His sword was strapped to his back and his soft glowing stripes reminded Donnie of a jellyfish or a cloud of fireflies.

This little comparison is wonderful! Like a jellyfish, Leo goes with the flow, survives on his own, is bright and colorful, and falls prey to turtles, aka his brothers; the only ones he'd do anything for. Like fireflies, Leo is bright, flashy, and lights the way, yet scatters when confronted by others, distracting and dissuading.

"What?" Leo turned and gave his twin one of his shy smiles. It lifted Donnie's heart to see it here. He drew Leo's own sword off his back and bonked him gently in the head with the hilt.

I just wanted to highlight these paragraphs, because Leo's little smile is so precious, and I love it.

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt fanfic #tmntficfinder #ficfinder finds #ficfinder #rottmnt post invasion #disaster twins #firefight #ficfinder finds firefight

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hopepetal · 1 year ago

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Statement of... Grian. That's it? No last name? Okay. Statement of Grian, regarding a speaking fishing rod and water that has eyes one can get lost in forever. Audio recording by [STATIC], Head Archivist of [REDACTED].

Statement begins.

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There's something about fishing that I've always enjoyed. Maybe it was... the peace? I'd never really liked “peaceful” activities before, just didn't have the attention span for it. I'd always prefer going off to bother one of my friends about something, usually to procrastinate on the back of my builds. I'm a naturally social guy, but... somehow, fishing excited me. Isn't that wild? Out of everything one can do, I chose fishing.

Well. Chose is a strong word. Depends on your definition of ‘choice’. Sure, I wanted to go fishing to get some food– maybe fish up some supplies if I got lucky– but I never wanted to stay that long. Never thought...

I remember how, a few years back, I got myself involved with some strange... plants? Fungi? I'm no scientist. I got involved with mycelium. Let it do all sorts of funky things with my brain. It was a strange feeling, just drifting in the darkness while something else pretended to be me. And, let me tell you, it did a right poor job of pretending. I didn't mind, though. It got the job done. That's all I wanted, really. I was fine with whatever came with the deal, since I had made it myself and all. I chose to do something that may have been... that was... stupid.

Not with this, though. I don't even... I don't even know how it happened.

Now, I'm very familiar with getting sucked into a certain activity and losing track of time. I do that more often than not, I'm afraid. Usually with builds, sometimes with other things. This was not it. I knew– I could see the sky so clearly, saw the sun sinking below the horizon and the stars appear– time was passing. In fact, I felt even more aware of time than ever. But I didn't... care? I didn't want to care. It was so quiet. So peaceful. And the water was beautiful...

I'd cast my fishing line. I'd catch something. I'd reel it back in. And I kept doing that. Again, and again, and again, and it was so quiet. After a time, I wasn't even certain I could hear the splash of the bobber anymore. Couldn't even hear the sound of my own thoughts. I don't think I was thinking anyway, but... it's disorienting just to remember it.

At some point it started raining. I really hate rain, especially when it's cold and windy. But all I remember feeling was happiness, because rain meant more fishing. Better fishing. I couldn't hear the rain, either. Barely even noticed the fog all around me when the rain finally cleared up.

I remember... Scar came by, I think. He was looking for me. I was right there, standing by the lake, surrounded by that fog. And yet... despite how close he got, it was like he couldn't see me. Maybe the fog was too thick. But he mentioned the fishing rod, how it was standing on its own. The fishing rod that I was holding. That I had been holding. And I...

I was so afraid.

I came to on the lakeside, my lower half submerged in the water. I was thoroughly soaked– though grateful I hadn't drowned. The fog had cleared, and the fishing rod was gone. Maybe it wasn't ever there. Maybe this was all some sort of strange dream... but Scar keeps saying that he was searching for me, and all he found was fog.

I don't think I'll go fishing again. Not any time soon.

i think one of my fave things this season is grian's obsession with fishing. It feels like he's trying so hard to be normal and have a slow start to the season to the point that he's overshot the goal and now does nothing but fish.

he's managed to become more cryptic than usual and i think is being claimed by the ocean, which yknow, good for him

#my writing #grian #hermitcraft

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essenteez · 2 years ago

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𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐄 || s e o n g h w a

"Not all mistakes have negative outcome."

"Who's gonna take the responsibility for my hardening cock now, Alani? When there's no one to blame? Maybe you know the answer?" He taunted, knowing exactly what he was doing.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲 : Your mindlessness got you in serious trouble as you accidentally sent a forbidden picture of yourself to none other than Park Seonghwa - your brother's best friends that you don't really know. He, being the responsible man he is, wants to make sure you learn the lesson to always check things twice before doing them.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Seonghwa x (f)reader named Alani cause I hate y/n with passion

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : Smut, one-shot

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : m i n o r s d o n o t i n t e r a c t , explicit language, masturbation, toys, pet names, mdom, mouthfuck, marking, pussy slapping, oral (both receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, orgasm control, punishment, dick riding, choking, possessiveness, doggy style, double penetration. anal penetration, slut calling, creampie, aftercare.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 8k

The overtaking lust made you see everything in red today. The neediness that had been blooming fast since the morning was at its peak now in the late evening. You tried to control it at work but your focus stayed closed to all the sexual fantasies forming in your corrupted mind. You had to hold back needy whimpers at every movement while sitting on a chair or in your car seat, that was how sensitive you were. Impatient hands kept wandering to your thighs and unconsciously stroke them until you came back to your senses and jolted them back on the desk.

Now laying on your bed, naked and hot you were only adding the fuel to the fire, devouring you like hellfire. Whimpering at the twisted nipples between your fingers. Moaning at the toy stretching your needy walls. All of it while listening to audio made especially for needy, lonely women like you.

It was not enough.

You were doomed. There was no way you could've put out the destructive flames with your own efforts. Your hands, fingers or toys wouldn't be of any help. You needed another kind of touch, of someone else's hands on you. Another skin rubbing against yours. The last thing you needed today was to go to sleep unsatisfied, if you'd even be able to fall asleep.

As if your condition was not enough, your fuck buddy had not picked up any of your calls. That was the end of your deal, you were definitely dropping him off…but you still needed him for that last fuck. The desperation made you pathetic. All reasons were now valid to beg for someone who wasn't even picking up his phone.

Desperate times called for desperate measures.

You left your needy breasts to reach for your phone. Audio went silent. It was your time to tease.

The camera captured your spread legs and your hand, shamelessly going all down between them. Your middle finger visibly pushed on to your sensitive clit. The flash reflected from your already wet finger. The shot was perfect. It showed a lot but not everything. An ideal tease.

You will teach him a lesson. He would be running to you in a minute.

With a dizzy mind, barely able to focus with the vibrating pink toy inside you, you clicked on the contact list, looking for your "friend" named San. Your vision was blurry and hands shaky but still you managed to click send.

Now all you had to do was wait.

As you were able to resume the hungry massage of your breasts, a vision of the screen flashed in your mind. Something was not right. You definitely saw that gray cloud on the left. Why was the last text of the conversation a message sent to you? Did San reply and you missed it? No, you would’ve heard the notification. Then where was all the spam you just sent to San?

In total panic, you quickly raised up and sat on your heels. The toy bluntly sticking out of your soaked hole, but you felt no satisfaction. Grabbing the phone again, you went through it with shaky hands.

Your eyes grew as you saw the wrong name on the upper bar of the conversation, air catching in your throat.

"No..." You stared at your lewd picture, the intimate detail that you just shared with a man named Park Seonghwa as well as the little writing under it.

Delivered.

The vibrating object and its buzzing began to annoy you, only increasing stress at this point. You slid it out of you and aggressively threw it on the ground, falling beside other toys that failed to satisfy you. Unconsciously, you grabbed the sheets and pulled them close, as if to cover your breasts and crotch like you’ve just been caught. You felt as if hundreds of pairs of eyes were now watching you.

Why didn't you check? Why were you so stupid?

You looked at the bright screen, in hope it was all a mirage. Blinking a couple of times, everything was the same. Suddenly, a small possible solution showed up in your head.

Delivered?

"Wait, doesn't that mean…" You frowned and a spark of hope glowed.

Seonghwa hadn't seen it yet. He didn't open it, therefore you could still save your dignity. You knew him a little and he seemed like a good man. Maybe he would be reliable.

You had to try – the phone landed in your hands again.

You took three deep, encouraging breaths and slid the green button. The rhythmic, somewhat loud signal almost drove you mad, which resulted in you not giving Seonghwa any chance to speak when he finally answered the phone.

"Please, listen to me." You begged. "I sent you a message by accident. By PURE ACCIDENT.” You scrambled out, continuing with a slight breath in. “I looked for the letter S, thought I chose the right contact and went with it. I am so sorry, it won't happen again. But for the love of God, DON’T open it. Please, do not open it. If you have any respect for me and care about me, please Seonghwa, delete it right away and forget. It'd be the best for both of us."

You tried to slow your heart rate, breathing as quietly as you could manage. The silence on the other side wasn't long, but for you it seemed like ages.

The voice on the other side of the phone was deep, almost as dark as the view behind your window.

"Too late."

These two words echoed in your head as your heart sank. It fell at the bottom of your stomach. You felt nauseous. You definitely were in a heart attack threatening condition.

Your life was ruined. He wasn't even your close friend. Seonghwa was no one else but your brother's best friend. He was hot but always out of your reach. You basically had his number only for simple communication, usually when he wanted to inform you that your brother got in trouble or when you couldn't find him. You two weren't super close. You just knew each other, flirted here and there. But that was all. And now he probably thought of you as some slut, sending nudes everywhere she can.

"S-seonghwa." You stuttered out with a shaky chin and heart, pounding in your heart. "Don't think bad of me, please. I'm not…like that."

"I don't." You could hear him smiling but his tone seemed genuine. "It was an accident. I curse my habit of replying fast to messages. Don't worry your secret's safe with me."

It would've sounded heartwarming and assuring if not for the tone he put on to say the last sentence. As if he wanted to let you know that no one would know about the incident but he definitely wouldn't forget what he saw.

Or maybe you were overreacting. Probably were. Well, you were really close to being deceased, so you have every right to magnify the meaning of his words.

"Thank you." You replied, sighing heavily.

What a nice and understanding man he was. Seonghwa had proven many times that he was a really good guy with high morals and class.

"I'm sorry." You added, and you truly meant that. You put him in a very uncomfortable situation.

"It’s ok. I'm trying to figure something out though."

Your heart skipped a beat. Why didn't he hang up? Further conversation was only making your face burn alive with embarrassment. You couldn't even imagine what would happen if you two met again.

"Figure out what?" You gulped, trying to sound nonchalant.

"You see, I'm not in the best situation here." He scoffed in nothing but pure frustration, "Outside this bathroom I'm currently hiding in, there are thirty something people partying. They’re not drunk or high enough to not notice certain issues. How am I supposed to go out to them with a painful bulge in my pants and walk around them with a throbbing cock like nothing's wrong?"

You felt these words like a sudden shower of hot water. The embarrassment slowly faded, giving its place back to the feeling that had been torturing you all day. Why was he saying that? Pressuring even harder on the gas of your neediness?

"Who's gonna take the responsibility for my hardening cock now, Alani? When there's no one to blame? Maybe you know the answer?" He taunted, knowing exactly what he was doing.

Damn that imagination of yours, showing his perfect frames sitting at the edge of the bathtub, manspreading his long legs due to his growing problem. You could hear how deep his breaths were, seeing how he stroked himself. His attractive face, trying hard to focus. The muted sounds on the other side of the phone didn't help. He was suffering, and now so were you.

You let go of the sheets, sitting there all naked again. The dripping between your lips made you spread your legs without thinking.

"How fast can you get here?" You finally dropped the question, almost whimpering it out.

"What about the man that this pic was meant for?" He laughed with trouble.

"He's no one."

"Fifteen minutes." The amusing tone he kept attempting to dress his state with was entirely gone. The depth of his voice sent chills down your spine. You now heard a different Seonghwa than the one you knew before.

"You have ten. The door is open." You blurted out and hit the red button on the screen. The phone was thrown aside as you clasped your mouth shut.

No matter how unbelievable it sounded, it was happening – Park fucking Seonghwa was coming over to fuck you.

You heard the quiet click of a door opening and closing downstairs. The hair on your arms surged upright from both excitement and nervousness. The even sound of heavy boots climbing the stairs had you gripping the sheets, almost breaking your nude press-on nails.

Led by the dim lights on this floor, Seonghwa emerged from the darkness and stood in the frame like a predator that just traced his prey but wanted to take some extra minutes to watch its last moments of peace.

You spent all ten minutes looking for the right position to greet him, finally deciding on the classic. You were just sitting on the edge of the bed that faced the entrance to your room and now him. With your legs crossed, you hid the main attraction. A piece of sheet, held by your arm, only covered your nipples while the outlines of your breast were displayed for his dark eyes. He saw a lot, but not everything. You could tell he liked the view. As you did yours.

The leather pants on his legs enhanced his slim but firm thighs. Seonghwa put his hands on the top of the door frame, causing the black jacket to raise and expose his tiny waist and broad shoulders.

You tried your best not to look at his crotch after what he told you through the phone. There were still some manners left in you, even though the thought alone was enough to make you swallow loudly.

Both of you took your time to look each other up and down, calculating every word and move. Every second, you were closer to losing control over your body as you already began squeezing your thighs together while slowly, barely noticeable, rocking your hips on the bed.

However, nothing seemed to escape his sly eye.

"I could smell you the moment I entered the house."

The speed of how your breathing increased was embarrassing, but his choice of words answered all your deepest fantasies. As if he knew you were weak for the wild, male instincts taking the wheel.

"Oh?"

Pathetically, that was all you could afford.

He nodded, his smirk deepened, showing off his perfect white teeth and prominent canines. Seonghwa was absolutely amused by you.

His dark onyx like eyes slowly slid down from your burning face. Their attention teased your exposed neck and shoulders. Lazily grazed the covered breast, and then they stopped the journey. They now glowed with anticipation at the sight of your interlocked legs.

"Aww, don't worry, Alani." He gave you the fakest pout just to turn it into the most devilish smile you've ever seen, "Your savior’s here."

The air in your lungs stung like needles. Unconsciously, you held your breath from the rollercoaster of emotions going through you now. This Seonghwa had nothing to do with the Seonghwa you knew. He'd probably just played the good guy in front of your brother. But now you were alone, and the truth came out. You enjoyed every second of it with a painful pulsating between your legs as a confirmation.

His jacket landed on the floor, his belt came undone as he slowly approached you. Seonghwa was either lazily preparing for the act or he was just letting you feast on the view.

And you watched him closely. No detail of this perfect man missed your eyes. The sunkissed skin on his face, arms and neck ideally suited his raven, wavy hair. In a contrast of it all, the whiteness of his T-shirt was blinding. Seonghwa always was good looking for you, but now, in this new form, he was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Are you gonna make a sound?" He asked you when his frame stood right in front of you, your knees touching, "Or do you want me to make you?"

You gulped at the threat.

"Sorry, I would never have thought this night would end like this."

"Like this? You mean me in your room?" He snickered.

"Yes."

"Well, I have, like I have every day since we met."

You blinked fast at this unexpected confession.

"What do you mean?"

Seonghwa's melodic chuckle would've been cute, if not for the situation you were in with him. He leaned over to have your face as close to his as possible.

"You see I don't fuck sisters of my friends. But that…" he looked you up and down, deeply inhaling, before eyes went back to yours. The sheet you held to cover yourself disappeared due to his will, "...that's not something I could ever say no to."

His hand appeared to grab your chin, making you look right into the bold eyes of his where you could read all his intentions.

"Did the baby walk horny all day?"

You nodded.

"And the toys were not enough to help?" He spoke to you like you were a helpless lost animal. However, the look in his eyes was sinister with all the meaning of this word.

It was turning you on terribly.

"Yes." You whine out, puppy dog eyes and all, responding to his play.

"No one wanted to come and help you?"

You were close to losing it. The scent of his cologne worked like magic potion. The desperation for him to finally touch you, devour you, was making you act like a brainwashed freak.

Enough was enough.

"Yes, Park. That's why you better fuck me 'til I’m broken. Till I’m all messy. Till I hate you."

He smiled as a proud owner.

"My pretty little slut."

Your lips suddenly interlocked with his, given in to the sweetest abuse. He was aggressively kissing you, while dangerous groans left his chords. You weren't different. The need of him grew in appalling speed, making you stand up and give all into the kiss.

The bare body of yours immediately got caged in his embrace. His hand rested on the back of your head to hold your lips in place, all for him to taste.

Your self-control didn't allow you to keep your hands still. Quickly, they began stripping him off his shirt and next taking care of his zipper. You wanted to suck him off, you needed to make him curse with his cock deep in your throat.

Making your way down with kisses on his hot skin, your knees touched the floor. Seonghwa cupped under your face, cheeks lightly squeezed, looking into your eyes as you were pulling his pants down, stroking him through the material of his underwear.

"Are you letting me fuck your sweet mouth?" He asked, playing with your hair.

You licked your lips while smirking.

At the silent response, he grabbed your locks in the ponytail. It wasn't visible, but Seonghwa trembled. You could feel it under your touch, even the tiniest shiver. It worked on you like drugs.

You eliminated the obstacle of his underwear and let his rock hard cock free. The pain of lack of release was visible as his skin was red from all the blood running. The tip, slightly tinted with purple, looked delicious. The strings of thick precum, reminiscent of a spider web, spread from the bottom to his balls, making you drool.

The man inhaled sharply as he felt the warmth and softness of your mouth. Seonghwa watched you in awe when you were collecting the pre-juices, simultaneously moaning at its sweetness.

Sucking on his tip while pumping him off, awarded you with low growls. He wanted to fuck you mouth so badly, and even though you were going to let him do it, you still wanted to enjoy the moment.

You took him whole, and with the help of your right hand, there was no spot left unattended. The left palm took care of his balls, gently massaging and squeezing them. Your ego grew at how tight, how swollen they were getting from your touch.

Your tongue tended every vein, every single inch of his cock as if you tried to ease the throbbing but you were only making it worse. He was getting even harder with every lick, every suck.

At that moment, you held all the power. The lewd sounds your mouth made in contact with his manhood had him going crazy. His head fell back from waves of pleasure, and you fed on this sight.

"Fuuuck…" he whined when you switched the act and your lips focused on the tip. You sucked him vigorously, rubbed him against your tensed tongue while your hand jerked him off.

"Aah fuck baby." He grunted.

Seonghwa loved the attention, but since appetite came with eating, he wanted more. He needed you to go faster. Instinctively, he grabbed your head and positioned himself to have a ideal way while fucking your throat.

"Tell me you want that cock", his tone sounded like he was giving you an order, but with the way he looked you deep in the eye, you knew he was asking for your permission, "Tell me."

You released him from your lips, "I want it. I need that cock deep in my throat, Park."

At first he went slow, letting you adjust your breathing and to let you see how far he would go.

He was bigger on a thick side rather than long, which you were thankful for. Still, his length was enough to make you choke a little.

With stroking his hips, you let him know he could go faster. Seonghwa didn't have to be told twice as it was all he waited for.

"Your mouth is perfect, Alani", he grinned, eyes hazy in pleasure, "As it was made for me."

You devoured him with your mouth and eyes. The vision of him, all blushed and hot was all you needed to overflow between your legs. His frowned forehead, parted lips and heavy breathing made you feel powerful.

"Mhm.." You hummed in excitement at the view.

Seonghwa fastened the pace of his slim, muscular hips, hearing you were having fun on his expanse. He fucked your mouth mercilessly, now his tip hitting the back if your throat. You choked and your eyes became watery but you bravely maintained the peace.

"Holy shiiit" he cursed and panicked as the pleasure began building up too fast.

He quickly pulled out, strings of your drool still connected him with your mouth.

"You almost made me cum, angel."

"I wouldn't let you in the first place.'' You said sweetly despite the hoarse voice, " I want that cum inside another hole."

Seonghwa laughed and patted your head.

"Come here."

He helped you get up. Without a word he wiped your chin and collected the tears with his thumbs. You probably looked ridiculous but he enjoyed it. Then he pulled you closer by your waist.

The kiss was soft and slower compared to the previous one as if he tried to calm both of you down. Using this moment, he took a step forward, forcing you to gently fall along with him on the bed. The affection of his lips switched to your neck, sucking and nibbling on it.

"Aah." You flinched from the stinging pain and you realized he just graced you with a hickey.

"Just leaving my mark.” He informed you nonchalantly.

"What for?" You frowned at him.

"It'll be fun to know you struggle to hide it." He explained nonchalantly while getting busy with your breasts.

"It's gonna fade anyway."

He gazed at you with a mysterious smile, "Then I'll make another one."

Not letting you react to this promise, he released his long tongue to take care of your erect nipples.

"Aah Seonghwa."

The not so gentle massage and desperate sucking onto your bosoms made you wiggle underneath him. The man twisted your buds between his fingers, his wet tongue circling around them. He smacked them from time to time which had your pussy quiver in anticipation.

Slowly, something seemed to be waking up in him. Something dark, something unforgiving. The glow in his eyes changed. You picked up wildness and danger. It screamed at you to run but you couldn't, you didn't want to.

"I'm so wet." You decided to bring out the beast.

"Oh, I'm not missing on that." He grunted and slid down on you, granting your skin with pecks here and there.

Your legs were gently spread, and Seonghwa watched you closely, reading you like an opened book. It felt like ages as he studied your dripping, throbbing folds to the point you felt slight waves of embarrassment crawling up your cheeks.

"S-stop looking." You begged.

"No." He chuckled, eyes kept staring, "I like to take my time to look at my property."

You didn't respond to that. Your mind could not form a thought. There was so much going on.

But he wanted you to answer his claim. The man's hands slithered in from your thighs to your waist and grabbed it tightly.

His dark pupils glared at you, "Say it's mine."

"I don't belong to no one else but myself." You didn't sound confident.

"That's why you sent nudes to random men and can't make yourself cum? I always thought independence comes with self handling? Or am I wrong?" He asked sarcastically.

Thumb started massaging your clit in circle motions, slow, lazily. You were too sensitive, too vulnerable after a whole day of tiring arousal clouding your mind, burdening your body. The moans were impossible to control. His touch was too good, irresistible.

"Let's start again then." He grinned, watching how your pussy throbbed under his face. "Is this little pussy mine?"

Seonghwa did not receive an answer he wanted, and loud whimpers were not enough for him.

"Please don't stop." You begged when his hand left your body to reach something on the side. "Seong–"

Your white lace panties you almost ripped off yourself earlier that evening magically found themselves in his hand and ended up in your mouth as your savior pushed them in there.

Attempts to spit them out were futile due to absolute dryness caused by the consuming neediness. You also didn't try to take them out. Seonghwa quickly grabbed your wrists and held them about your head.

You could only watch as his perfect naked body laid on your right side. Your right leg got caught between his knees, while your left ankle was trapped under his right foot. He had you silenced and all spread on the sheets, caged in the position there was no escape from.

He looked you deep in the eyes.

"You're not really talkative today. Are you, Alani?" He growled. "Well, that'll change in a second."

The first slap on your folds shocked you, but what surprised you even more was the way your body reacted to it. It felt good, too good. The pain danced along with the pleasure which you had never experienced before.

Another muted whimper escaped your chords as your pussy lips met with a quick smack. He seemed to target your folds with the unforgiving slaps and then give a slow massage to your clit.

"Has the other S dude never slapped that smart-ass pussy?" He snickered, seeing your big eyes. Smack fell upon your cunt again, "He missed out. Your whimpers are to die for."

With every next slap, it hurt more, but also the pleasure doubled. Him massaging your bud in between, had you melt in the perfect combination of pain and bliss. But you needed to cum and the stinging pain controlled the process. You knew what he wanted to gain from that.

His face buried in your neck, with his lips brushing your ear.

"Is this pussy mine?' The whisper slid through his teeth. You shivered at the vibration he sent down your body.

You moaned quietly in confirmation. It was his. You were his for as long as he wanted. You were desperate for his fingers inside you.

"I. Did. Not. Hear you."

Four fast and powerful smacks attacked your reddened folds, and you could help but scream and wiggle from the sensation. No matter the panties in your mouth, you nodded eagerly, trying to shout what he wanted you to say.

He smiled, satisfied, and eliminated the obstacle from your mouth.

"Did I hear it right?"

"Yes, sir. Yes, it's yours. I'm all yours." You recited as fast as your breath allowed you.

That was when you realized there was no possibility to play bratty with this man. The moment he stepped into your room, you were his to play with. Calling him by his name suddenly seemed disrespectful, and you didn’t want to oppose him anymore.

"Good girl." He caressed your cheeks to calm you down. "Was it worth it? Playing brave, hmm?"

"No, it wasn't, sir." You whispered as his lips hung over yours with the promise of the sweetest kiss.

"Exactly." He grunted. "What I say is holy. Obedience is awarded while misbehavior…"

He waited for you to finish.

"...is punished."

"Smart girl." He grinned before locking his lips with yours.

While your pussy tried to recover from the punishment, your lips got blessed with one of the sweetest kisses you had ever had. Seonghwa took his time to taste you, putting a slow and gentle pressure. He skillfully shifted from one lip to another just to finally let your tongues meet and make the kiss wetter, hotter. You were released from the caging position as he moved to hover over you.

His lips left your mouth but never your skin. Leaving a wet trace, not forgetting about teasing your swollen breasts and erect nipples, he went down on you.

The desire pooled between your thighs as he got face to face with your womanhood. The way he marked your inner thighs with juicy, loud kisses was cute, but the look in his eyes when he looked at you was far from that.

Seonghwa had already shown you. He was dangerous. Manipulative and possessive, using ugly tactics to get what he wanted. Maybe it was your body, in a desperate need of release that made you ignore it, but you enjoyed him like this. A little too much.

"If you cooperate, you'll get everything you want." He said with a tone like he was about to boop your nose. But he has different plans.

You inhaled sharply the moment your clit was embraced by his soft lips. He wasn't in a hurry to help you out. Slow, full licks soothed your sore folds. Only when he sensed you were alright to put more pressure, he changed his approach. The tongue dived deeper into your slit, right into your wetness.

The pleased murmuring that shook his chords attacked your core. You were severely throbbing on his tongue, satisfying his taste buds as well as his ego. You arched your back in overcoming delight as the first orgasmic shocks poked your nerves. The wet noises and your untamed moaning bounced between the wall of your bedroom.

You looked at him as you felt his tongue tensing, hardening against your folds and moved onto your clit. The pace of his tongue lapping was immediate, fast and indisputable.

Unconsciously, your legs attempted to cage him between, but Seonghwa was having none of it. His hands firmly grabbed your under knees, almost pinning them against your chest. Now he had access to both your pretty holes. His tongue melted with your cunt, salivating all over it. His drool was thick and flooding. You watched how the pace he was gracing you with caused all the wetness to turn into a foamy matter. The view itself was enough to chase the ecstasy to crush into you.

"Holy shiit, Park!" You cried out. "I'm cumming."

Seonghwa detached from you at the sound of his last name.

"Who the fuck you think you're talking to?" He growled out dangerously while grinning maniacally.

You didn't dare to whine from denied orgasm. The man hovering above your dripping cunt wasn't a type to tease and to disrespect. The bliss clouded your mind. You were in the wrong here.

"I'm sorry, sir." You cried out in desperation, shaking on your body. "I'm so sorry. Your mouth fucks me so good it makes me stupid. Forgive me."

"Damn, Alani. You know what to say to melt my heart, don't you?"

"Please sir, let me cum." You were close to tears.

"Oh, I will." He promised, which sounded more like a threat.

One arm was enough to keep your legs in place. And then he was glued to your clit again, returning to the previous sweet torture. But Seonghwa couldn't resist that hole of yours, basically screaming for him to fuck it.

Two fingertips first massaged the inside of your folds in up and down motions. They traced your slit, the edges of your oozing entrance. Despite your trembling of anticipation for his digits to pound inside you, you still were unprepared how fast and deep he stuck them in.

You sobbed at the rough but fullfilling treatment.

As his tongue twirled on your clit, his fingers studied you. Seonghwa wanted to know how soft and warm you were, how tight were those walls of yours. He was about to lose his mind from the way you cramped around his digits. You were so close.

"Seonghwa!" You screamed and that one word was all you could master.

He smiled and grunted in confirmation. It was time to watch you break for the first time in front of his eyes. At last.

Your body felt like falling off the cliff of crushing ecstasy. It seemed like the time slowed down, your eyes went blurry and your ears filled with the buzzing sound of all the vibrations going through you like electric waves.

Seonghwa rode your orgasm, leading it everywhere he wanted. He fed on the sight of you arched back and hands sloppily massaging your breasts. The man slowly decreased the speed of his fingers fucking you to let your orgasm peacefully fade. He wanted to see it all.

Breathing heavily, you sunk in your bed again and looked at him. You watched your essence coating his fingers and dripping down his chin.

"You like it like that, don't you, doll?" He said with a devilish grin. "Wet and messy."

"Yes, sir." You whimpered at the sight of his body as he sat up.

He grabbed your thighs and slid his own, tanned and muscular legs underneath them. Seonghwa was now sitting down with your thighs embracing his tiny waist.

You flinched at the sudden touch and weight of his fat, hard like stone cock on your cunt that throbbed more with every second. The low whine left your lips as he grabbed his pride and slapped your folds a few times as if it was a meet and greet.

"I'm finally getting my dick sink inside that little pussy of yours, baby." He hissed in anticipation. "You need daddy's cock real bad, don't you, sweetheart?"

"Yes, daddy. I need it badly." You begged, inviting him with sensual movements of your hips.

You both whined, him at your tightness and warmth, and you at his mass stretching you out incredibly.

You needed a moment to yourself to adjust, but he didn't plan to be thoughtful anymore.

"Y-you're so t-thick."

You felt his hands slide underneath your waist and with one strong pull, you crushed into his torso. With all strength, you tried to pull yourself up on his arms to control the speed of how deep you were sinking onto him in that position but no use.

"Oh my fuck!" You cursed as his cock mercilessly invaded you until his balls made it impossible to go further.

Seonghwa smiled, all cocky at your struggle to take him in, "You can take him, baby. I know you can."

With a powerful smack, he grabbed your ass and forced it to move against him. You moaned at the suddenness of it but you understood the digression. Slowly but decisively, you began grinding him. You were so full of him and could not stop loud moans from leaving your lips every time you moved. His girth put amazing pressure on your cramping walls, rubbing every sensitive spot of your interiors.

With every next grind, you felt more comfortable to fasten your pace. You tightened the embrace around his neck and looked him in the eyes. He raised an eyebrow, clearly challenging you. And you accepted the challenge.

Slowly, you pushed him onto the bed, your fingertips drawing lines on his torso. You put your hips in a faster pace the moment his hands grabbed your waist.

His eyes watched you closely, learning every detail about you by heart. Your bitten lip, hazy gaze, the way your breasts waved as you rocked body back and forth. Seonghwa couldn't help himself as his hands wandered higher and grasped your bosoms to squeeze them together. Your nipples begged to be sucked but you wanted him to stay in that position.

You pushed him when seeing he began to raise himself up to suck on them, "No."

You wanted to sound firm but his thick cock, overtaking you caused your voice to pathetically crack.

His laugh really showed he was underestimating you. It made you angry, even being in the state you were in. You leaned over and caged his head between your hands. He couldn't hold a moan when your pussy began stroking him in a merciless manner. You needed to see him losing control, crying out your name and begging you to stop. However this new position affected you as well. His tip now had a clean path to your sweet spot.

"Come on." He teased as your face started showing the signs of weakness. Seonghwa was not going to let you have any power over him.

Your hips swayed as you found a perfect angle. Not able to stop, you focused on fucking yourself off. It felt too good, too perfect to let his arrogance take the first place.

"That's what I thought." He summed your failed challenge.

With this, you immediately had his hand around your neck, making your face hang close, right above his. Seonghwa enjoyed you, not wanting to let go of any second on having you brainless because of him.

Your grinds lost their power and turned sloppy. The way your walls cramped around his length and how you shivered let him know you were close.

The grasp on your neck tightened. You watched how he bared his teeth.

"Don't you dare to cum without my command."

"P-Please.."

"NOT without my command."

You stopped moving and stayed like that, with his cock buried deep inside you. But the orgasm couldn't be tamed.

"I can't ho-old it." You stuttered out, fighting as hard as you could.

"I don't care." He was unforgiving, torturing you seemed the best fun. Seeing a chance, he pinned his pelvis against you. You didn't know what he was thinking would happen to you when having his dick going even deeper so suddenly.

You came undone in an instant, moaning loud apologies, pleading for forgiveness. But Seonghwa was not having it. Your hands got twisted and interlocked behind your back, held by the strong grip of his hand. You fell onto him, your head resting on his collarbone.

"Lesson time." He growled, threatening.

With another hand on your lower back, there was no escape from his plans. The pace he put into smashing inside you was crazy. Despite him being underneath you, in a not so comfortable position. His stamina was out of this world if he was able to uphold the tempo he went for. Seonghwa was heartless with the way he attacked your overstimulated womanhood.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Wait a second! Let me-aahh"

You had no right to speak or refuse. Not after disobeying him right into his face. Now, all you could do was allow him to wreak havoc inside you while feeding his cocky side with your whines and screams.

His right hand sneaked down from your lower back. The sudden invasion of his middle finger inside your ass was shocking but also very welcome as it only added to the pleasure. He had done it many times, you were sure of that. And he knew it worked miracles.

Seonghwa attacked your sweet spot from both sides, having an entire control over your holes while his pubic area rubbed onto your clit over and over.

"Aaah fuck." You couldn’t afford to scream or even moan. All you let out was a whisper that he might've not even heard. The tears of overwhelming pleasure fell from your rolled up eyes. Your next release came fast, having you shake on your whole body.

“Yees, baby.” He growled, amused in his madness of razing you. “Give it all to me.”

Only when having you spasming in pure ecstasy again Seonghwa shifted in his movements. Directing your hips against his waving pelvis, he made you ride your orgasm with deep and slow grinds. You were in heaven with the way the pleasure was reaching every cell in your body as his mass twitched inside of you.

The moment he let go of your body, you torpidly rolled off of him. The cold sheet embraced your burning body. But Seonghwa only allowed you to rest for a short second. You didn’t notice that he got off the bed. Now he stood beside it, right beyond your head.

He waited.

You gathered your strength to sit down, facing him.

His perfect, naked proportion flooded your eyesight. Seonghwa was gorgeous, now standing tall with his hands behind his back and his whole body for your hungry eyes. His caramel skin glistened in sweat. Every muscle was enhanced from the ridiculous workout he did while fucking you into a oblivion. His cock, now painfully hard and throbbing, was ready to explode. You desired him more and more. The familiar excitement began filling you again.

Seonghwa watched you, satisfied by your state and feeding on your admiration as you were eyeing him up and down like a starving lioness.

He grinned at you, “All four for me. Now.”

You took a few deep breaths, preparing yourself for another set of pleasure soon coming your way. Deep down in your mind, you tried to kill the fear before the unknown. Seonghwa just took what he wanted, making sure you wouldn't be able to let him go. And you were afraid of it.

You did as he said. Now, with your ass stuck out, offered to him, you whimpered in neediness. Feeling his weight on the bed, you rolled your hips, inviting him to take care of you faster.

He groped your cheeks and massaged them, smacking them in between before spreading them wide to watch the stage he enjoyed so much performing on.

You heard him inhaling sharply at the sight of your dripping cunt.

“You cum so much, baby. I can’t be worse, can I?”

“Seonghwa-” you whined at the feeling of his tip painting abstracts with you cum on your slit and higher, on your asshole.

The way your pussy shamelessly throbbed had his head spinning. It was a sweet invitation he couldn’t say no to, that he would never say no to. It was his turn to focus on his own release. The need to flood you made his mask of sanity slowly slip.

You had been roaming in his mind from the moment he laid his eyes on you for the first time. The fact that you were his best friend’s little sister only added the fuel to the flame. You were forbidden, out of reach. And as if his prayers were heard, you called for him tonight.

He entered you powerfully, and after one series of firm pushes that had you melt like butter, you felt a sudden pressure against your asshole. Whatever that was, it was hard, cold and pretty big. You tried to steal a glimpse of what it was, but the position made it impossible. However, you managed to see the glow of silver.

Your toy. He must’ve picked up from the ground where you threw all the useless tools. Damn, the man was perceptive. As if he knew, you always used that one for your anal masturbation.

Quickly, you laid your upper body on the bed, making your ass protruding even more for him to ruin.

“Filthy doll.” he chuckled, enjoying this more than he wanted to admit. You were responding to his every idea. You were a dream lover to his twisted nature.

The metal went in slowly but decisively. You accepted it proudly, familiar with the feeling. Now, with both your holes stuffed, you had to bite the sheets from the sensation. The lewdness took over and your self-respect got locked up somewhere in the deepest void.

You were ready for Seonghwa to do the worst to you.

The tight grip on your hip would definitely leave bruises but you couldn’t care less. That was all you needed today in your high level of arousal - the man to absolutely demolish you.

You loved the primal and animalistic feeling of being taken from behind. He pounded inside you, having the best access to your most sensitive spots. The pace was firm and even but too slow for your desperation to cum again. You knew it was his turn to chase the high. However, you have to feel more.

You reached for the toy and began fucking your ass with it, even though Seonghwa initially wanted it to fill you and stay there as he takes care of your pussy.

"Holy fuck." You blurted out from the pleasure of the double penetration.

Seonghwa wasn't a fan of it. He watched your hand pomp that toy inside your ass. Was he third wheeling right now? He felt the unexplainable needle of anger to stun his pride. The main joy was supposed to come from his cock, not from a synthetic, fake version of it.

“You've got to be kidding me.” He grunted in disbelief.

The toy immediately disappeared, ripped from your hand and thrown somewhere onto the floor. When it came to you, you ended up on your back, with a whole raging bull between your legs.

“Seong-”

“Don’t stop looking at me?” He commanded, seeing how your eyes wandered around to understand what was happening.

And you listened.

You looked deep in those dark eyes when he raised your hips up and let his cock slid inside your ass, replacing the toy. The further he penetrated you, the more you trembled. Seonghwa grinned at your face, contorting with a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain.

“I’m so fu-ull.” You moaned between fast breaths.

“And so fucking tight.” He smiled, struggling to keep his cool. “I will work you out in a minute, don’t worry, baby.”

You engulfed his thickness, overwhelmed by the intensity of when he began slowly thrusting inside you. You could already tell that the next orgasm would be the reason for you developing an obsession for that man. Unhealthy obsession.

Seonghwa did not stop holding your gaze, making sure your eyes remained glued to him, despite them wanting to roll up from the bliss. His impatient thumb found a way to your pussy and dived in, while the rest of four fingers laid flat on your clit.

“You’re gonna take it all. Every thrust, every grind, every drop.”

The pace fastened, and you couldn’t hold it anymore. Your body arched, hand grasping onto the sheets. He seemed to be everywhere, surrounding you from all sides. You were so full of him, owned and possessed.

Seonghwa knew it was time to let all the demons out. He needed to cum, fast and intense. He desired to flood your tight walls while your unsatisfied cunt coat his fingers with your hot cum.

“Fuck fuck.” He was close, really close.

The man raised up on his feet, forcing your pelvis to go even higher. His right hand embraced your neck and made you look at him again. You were meant to watch him make you his. You grabbed his arms all adorned with popping veins, looking how he positioned himself above you.

There was no delicacy this time, no mercy. He fucked your asshole like his well being depended on it. He listened to your loud, high pitched moans and whines. You were glad you lived in a house and not in an apartment. You would not have been able to look your neighbors in the eye the next day.

The thumb gave its place to two fingers that tips quickly found a way to your g-spot.

“Oh my fuuck!”

It was too much, too heavy for the last thin string holding you together. Your protracted whine gave you away along with the increased cramping on your walls both around his digits and cock.

Seonghwa was quick to take advantage of it.

“Who does your ass belong to, huh? Who does your pussy belong to?” He demanded an answer, tightening the grasp around your neck, pushing his dick and fingers even deeper. “Who do you belong to?”

You were coming with his name on your lips, crying it out loud as waves of electrifying blissfulness washed over you, one greater than previous. You were right. The obsession over Seonghwa was inevitable. He was more than you would have wished for, with his knowledge how to make you go crazy and his thick, perfect cock.

As the first spasm hit his body, his hand left your neck to support himself on your spread legs. He was ready to welcome the crushing ecstasy.

“Holy fuck. Take it all like a good girl I know you can be-”

The man couldn’t say anything more. The pleasure only allowed his chords to birth grunts, and when he came undone, the most beautiful moans were sent your way. You could feel any throb and twitch of his cock as he shot a hot load inside your walls. He came a lot, which immediately leaked out of you when Seonghwa slid out of you.

Breathing hard, he slowly laid your hips down onto the bed and fell beside you. The sex, as well as proceding it, exhausting arousal drained both of you. You laid there, dripping in sweat and cum, trying to bring your sanity back on earth.

“You’re perfect.”

Him suddenly voicing his thoughts, had you surprised but you also wanted to let him know what you were thinking of him.

“You’re perfect.”

“Really? Then I don’t feel like letting you go.”

“Then don’t.”

You looked at him, Seonghwa was already watching you. The moment he noticed he had your attention, he graced you with a most heartwarming smile. With his hair all wet and messy, with sweat pouring down his face, he was breathtaking. He was just wrecking your holes a minute ago and now there he was, cute, making you melt.

“Come on.” He suddenly got up and quickly walked over to your side.

You blinked in disbelief of him still having some energy, “Where?”

“First you need to pee”, he picked you up and began walking to the bathroom, “And then we’re taking a long shower."

“So you can be gentle.” You giggled, embracing his neck.

He raised his brow in a joking manner, “Sweetheart, I always take responsibility for my actions.”

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