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àč What you thought would be a casual night over with your best friends at their dorm, you shouldâve known that they had other plans than just watching movies..
pair: jakehoon ă
f!reader | warnings: smut, pwp (kinda), mentions of cheating, threesome, lowkey possessive behavior, slight size kink, objectification, blowjobs, raw s.x, edging, degrading/praise, one face slap, fingering (in both holes), oral (f. rec), yn got that grippy, video recording, spanking, c.m eating, creampie, here to spread the hoon being obsessed w ass agenda | words: 7.9k
a/n. i was getting jakehoon brainrot and js wanted to post smth here since i been away for a lil bit >< btw, i never written threesomes before so mâsorry if this isnât the best (â„ïčâ„)
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âyouâre late.â
sunghoon couldnât wait to scold you the minute you arrived, greeting you with an agitated look his face. heâs leaned against the door he just opened, eyeing you up and down as his other hand disappears into the pocket of his shorts. you recognize them to be his basketball ones, his favorite and lucky pair of shorts.
âi know, i know mâsorry !â you shoot a quick apology before passing by him to enter his dorm room he shares with jake.
even though heâs supposed to be upset that you showed up a good fifteen minutes late, his eyes fixate on you once more, lingering on your body shamelessly. youâre already dressed for the sleepover, having chosen to wear your sanrio themed night shorts with a random anime t-shirt you owned since high school.
movie night monday; itâs been a tradition where you dedicated every monday 7pm sharp that you, jake, and sunghoon watch a movie together. though, today isnât monday, itâs actually friday. since all three of you have been pretty busy all most of the week and when either of you had free time, the other wouldnât have any time to spare. so, movie night friday instead.. ?
you turn around, accidentally locking eyes with sunghoon whoâs been staring at you this whole time. fortunately, youâre werenât that bright so you donât question him. you barely even noticed that his eyes were on you anyway.
âwhereâs jakey ?â you ask him, voice pouty and disappointed to not see your other best friend in the room with you..
after he closes the door behind him, he makes his way back to you. he almost wants to laugh at the height difference you two share. he can see the top of your head, well, he would if you hadnât had your head tilted upwards to look at him.
he loves the fact that heâs a lot taller and larger than you. it does something to him. is he old fashioned for preferring his women shorter than him ? maybe, but who cares. it attracts him, he canât deny it, especially when the woman in question is you.
âheâll be back soon,â he reassures, watching how your hold on the strap of your backpack twitches when he steps closer to you.
âhe went to take a quick shower. didnât wanna be all sweaty after practice,â sunghoon further explains and you nod, quickly backing away and throwing your bag on jakeâs bed.
he doesnât intentionally mean to make you anxious. itâs not his fault if his proximity cuts your breath short, but he finds it cute. really fucking cute.
jakeâs bed is positioned to the left side of the room while sunghoonâs bed is on the right. their dorm is minimalist in terms of decoration because in terms of mess... itâs the opposite. typical of a manâs roomâ of a two young menâs room.
itâs not super messy where you canât even see the floor beneath your feet, but a box of empty beer bottles is chilling beside their mini fridge and clothes scattered everywhere as well as school furniture.
but as unpleasant as it seems, you feel good in their room.
and anyway, they know how to clean, they just donât really do it. but whatâs new ?
âsorry for the wait !â jake exclaims as he enters the dorm, coming in with his used towel wrapped around his shoulders. he shook his head, attempting to get his wet hair away from his face.
âthe shower i normally use was broken, so i had to use the other one down the hall and the damn curtain kept trying to stick to my ass,â he loudly complains and removes his slides by throwing them in a corner near the entryway, walking up to you.
âthatâs why i donât pull the curtain,â sunghoon says, always having the best but also weirdest advice. âdoesnât bother me anymore.â
jake cringes, flashing him a dirty look. âyâknow youâre fucked up for that,â he accuses his friend, laying his towel on the back of his chair so it can properly dry. âthe water gets everywhere if you donât pull it..â
âand you make weird eye contact with people,â you chime in, jake agreeing with you with a âyeahâ and a nod of his head.
sunghoon rolls his eyes as if you and jake were the weird ones when everybody knows damn well itâs fucked up to not pull the shower curtain.
ânah, just close your eyes,â he persists, believing heâs in the right and you both are in the wrong. âand anyway, itâs better than having the curtain sticking to your ass every time someone enters the shower room. plus, thereâs a drain for the water, so fuck you.â
you gasp offendedly when he insults you, giving him a tap on the chest to scold him for his bad words. he only smirks at the hit, wanting to tell you it tickles as a way to tease you, but he knows you hate it when he laughs at your lack of strength.
âdonât say that !â you reprimand, staring at him severely and he thinks you just look so cute when youâre mad. itâs unfortunate how heâll never take your anger seriously.
he grabs ahold of your wrist, stopping from giving him another hit as he canât help but laugh at your flustered expression. âi wasnât saying it to you, babe,â he rectifies, pulling you closer to him by the hold he has on your arm. your face is then but a mere inches away from his, the corner of his mouth curling up, as always. âjust to him âcause he deserves it, but not you.â
you look him in the eyes, breath quickening as his plush lips seem way too close to yours. you notice his gaze shifting between your lips and eyes, quickly catching on to the idea he has in mind. you donât let him think about it too much though.
âyouâre so stupid,â you mumble, detaching yourself from him, putting a safe distance between you two.
you glance over in jakeâs direction, hoping he didnât just see how sunghoon was literally trying to kiss you, but heâs busy tidying up his hygiene products he brought to his shower.
sunghoonâs eyes havenât left your form, still looking at you with a smug smile on his face, but he stops when his friend turns around.
âkay, so... what movie we gonna watch ?â
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âsorry y/n but thereâs no more soda,â sunghoon announces, looking inside their almost empty mini fridge. that meant it would be time to go do some more food shopping.
âbut i need one !â you whined from where you are laid down on sunghoonâs bed, previously sandwiched between them two with jakeâs laptop on your lap to watch a movie. âiâm thirsty and water wonât hit the same...â
sunghoon sighs, knowing heâll give in to your whims. how can he resist your adorable face and your pouty voice ? youâre their pretty, spoiled best friend, after all.
âiâll have to go to the convenience store...â he explains, hoping itâll make you change your mind and go with water instead of a soda.
you upheld the same expression, big rounded eyes and corners of your lips tug downward. âyeah ?â you say back, not bothered at all to make him walk miles just for a little can of soft drink. âplease, youâd be a sweetheart, hoonie,â you flatter him, using compliments to make him give in and it works, as usual.
âmmh... fine,â he sighs yet again, upset for being so weak with you. you deserve it, but heâs not really willing to leave you alone with jake, especially with the smug look he has on his face right now.
âbring some candies, too !â you ask while heâs searching through his wallet to check if he has enough for all that.
âand chips,â jake adds in, smirking childishly. âoh, and ramen, since weâre at it !â
sunghoon narrows his eyes at him, well aware that his friend has something in mind, but he canât tell what exactly. âdo you have the money for all that ?â
âyou do,â he replies quickly, snuggling himself closer to you.
âiâm not paying for your shit, jake,â sunghoon spits back, putting the money in the pocket of his basketball shorts.
âah, come on, please !â jake groans, but his friend doesnât wanna hear him.
he picks up a pair of jeans off the floor, knowing that jake likes to hide some of his cash in there. he pulls out a couple dollars, not really caring if he takes more than he needs to.
he quickly puts on his sneakers and brings his phone and keys with him, heading out the door. âdonât wait for me !â he yells back before exiting the room, door shutting loudly behind him.
just as youâre about to hit the spacebar to resume the movie, jake closes his macbook, extending his body over yours to drop off the laptop on the floor.
âwhatâre you doing ?â you furrowed in confusion.
âwaiting for sunghoon.â
âbut he saidââ
he cuts you off, putting his index finger over his lips. âshut up, will you, princess ?â he smiles when you listen and dare not to open your mouth again, looking at him with doey eyes and pouty lips.
he hovers over you, one hand supporting his weight on each side of your body. he rapidly settles himself between your legs, lowering himself slowly, looking deeply into your eyes. your heart accelerates and your stomach twists, starting to get nervous about what jake is about to do.
he carefully lifts your pajama top over your belly, making you involuntarily flinch when his lips brush up against your skin. he glances at you when you move, but he doesnât say anything. he just looks at you with his piercing gaze as a warning or maybe as a way to reassure you, telling you that you donât have to be anxious.
you swallow in a whine when his pillowy lips lay on your stomach, leaving you bothered and hot by just the simplest action, yet the most meaningful at the same time. he kisses your skin, his lips trailing down until they reach the band of your night shorts.
you shiver, swallowing again, the area between your legs heating up as he embeds more soft kisses to your tummy. they are wet and warm as well as intimate and sensual. he presses his plump lips down on you, the tip of his nose touching your skin as he gets terribly close to your core. youâre flustered by the way he explores this area of your body you never knew was this sensitive until now.
his large hands eagerly grip the sides of your hips, gripping hard, but it doesnât pain you. it cuts your breath short and makes you feel possessed, like he owns you. owns all of your body, owns your emotions because thereâs nobody else at the moment other than him whoâs making you feel this way. the hold he had on your hips soon shifted down to your clothes that separate you from his lustful mouth. itâs as if itâs searching for you, searching for your core thatâs turning wetter as the minutes pass by incredibly slow.
his lips travel between your thighs and you didnât hesitate to open them for him, not thinking once about anything else than his mouth on where you need him most. his fingers tease you by slipping under the band of your shorts before slipping back up, doing it over again. he pulls them slightly down, but stops âcause he likes to toy with you.
âare you gonna... umâŠâ you lose your words, a loud gasp leaving your lips when his mouth finds your bud of nerves, already aching from the lack of contact.
he doesnât stay like that for too long, stopping when he feels your muscles tightening underneath him, pulling down on your shorts by hooking two fingers under them at the front. âyeah,â he whispers, confirming your doubts.
you feel his hot breath fanning on your skin, locking eyes with him as he continues to pull, bringing your panties along down with them. âlike... like the last time ?â you ask in a tiny voice, which makes jake smirk at your cuteness.
âmhm.. like the last time,â he repeats before concentrating back on his task.
he attacks your stomach in kisses, distracting you from the fact that heâs working overtime to use his two hands to get your shorts and underwear off you. it works, you donât try to resist or fight back, only choosing to bury your fingers in his thick soft hair. rapidly, your clothes find a spot on the floor, being long forgotten about the moment jake puts his mouth on your pussy. he licks a long strip from your leaking hole up to your clit, wrapping his lips around it. he passes his arms around your hips and your legs propped on his shoulders, clad feet touching his lower back.
he nibbles on your clit, suckling on it, making it all puffy and swollen. he sucks avidly on your bud and million tingles pass through your body. you buck your hips upward by instinct, pushing down on his head and gripping a fistful of his hair between. you moan sweetly, jakeâs cock hardening in his shorts at the melodic sounds you let out each time he sucks and licks, giving you the impression that heâs literally making out with your pussy.
you imprison his head between your plushy thighs and he likes the feeling of it, he loves it actually. heâs happy to know he makes you feel good. so fucking good. you nearly suffocate him between your thighs, you do this because youâre agitated, squirming around under him and moaning, sounding almost like cute little meows.
his head of silky dark brown hair peeks out from between your legs and your stomach flutters at the sight, your mind numb and fuzzy from a thousand little clouds. he laps at your clit and you lack the words to even describe what youâre feeling, but itâs wet, so wet. his tongue is everywhere, teasing and licking like itâs second nature to him. at this very moment, you believe jake was born to simply eat pussy and nothing else.
he ruts his hips up against the mattress and lets out a deep moan, cock aching from being restricted in itâs confines. the wet sounds your cunt produces turn him the fuck on, badly, dick painfully hard at the way your pretty moans swam through his ears and at the way you shove him against your pussy as if his head wasnât already completely buried between your legs. itâs a lot for you to handle, your fingers are no match in comparison to his mouthâ they would lose instantly. if sunghoon knew what you two were up to right now, you canât imagine what his reaction would be. you wonder if he knows about last time, thereâs no way he doesnât, jake never hides anything from him..
you two hooked up only once beforeâ while he still had a girlfriend. though, she eventually broke up with him because he seemed to be far more invested in you than he ever was with her. she thought you were a nice girl in the beginning, just assuming that you all had a very close relationship since childhood. but the dynamic between you all seemed a bit too close for comfort than just a regular friendship, and little did she know that her suspicions were completely true.
she wanted to brush off the fact that jake would always post you on his socials but never thought to post them together, hell, he practically acted like he was single most of the time. neither jake or sunghoon put anyone above you, so if someone were to date either of them they were just going to have to accept the fact that you come first, no matter what.
but on second thought, if sunghoon already knows, then why would he leave you all alone with his friend whoâs incapable of keeping his tongue in his mouth, away from your cunt ? no wonder why he was so hesitant on leaving. now you feel bad, you shouldnât be doing this behind his back.. no, you shouldnât be doing this at all. or should you?
you canât help but think if sunghoonâs tongue as skillful as jakeâs ? as wet and warm ? surely, with those pretty, rosy lips of his you can only dream what they would do to your poor little clit. you moan at the thought, twisting jakeâs hair in your small fists, coming closer to your release. it doesnât take you a lot, a few licks and he has you over the edge. with skills like his, youâre bound to be in seventh heaven really quickly.
so quickly and intensely that you donât even hear the door opening and closing, nor does your best friend..
âjake, what the fuck !?â
your brows knitted at the sudden exclamation, but donât give it much importance as you feel your high approaching. your pleasure is soon cut short and you get frustrated really fast.
âno, no, no,â you stress in a panicked state, feeling jakeâs mouth leaving your pussy. you pull on his hair to have him back against you, but he doesnât budge.
âwhat ?â jake responds nonchalantly, looking at sunghoon who has just entered the dorm with all the snacks and sodas purchased from the convenience store down the street. âdonât you want the poor girl to cum ?â he smirks like the situation is totally normal.
and maybe it is normal. itâs not the first time heâs gotten his way with you, it surely wonât be the last. youâre stupid enough to not see the way your friends look at you, how theyâre always undressing you with their eyes or how they salaciously lick their lips whenever you find yourself in a compromising position. they were both huge pervs, but with you they are more than that and youâre about to find it out.
you turn your head toward sunghoon whoâs standing beside the bed, a crease between his dark, thick brows. his gaze sharp as a knife, mad at you for being such a whore, but how can he really blame you when jakeâs lips are so tempting, literally breathtaking.
âoh, please, hoonâ !â you beg, clit throbbing. having jakeâs mouth ghosting over your cunt is utterly agonizing, so hurtful when he could soothe the ache between your legs in less than a second. itâs pure torture.
âwhatâre you begging for, hm ?â he taunts, voice low and husky, making your stomach twist. you whine, eyes watery from how badly you need this release. âcan you tell me instead of crying like a little slut ?â
jake looks at you from his spot between your thighs, smiling devilishly with no intention of helping you unless you follow sunghoonâs order. you find it unfair and kind of dumb because if he had come in just a minute later, you wouldâve orgasmed by that time. and it wouldâve been magical.
sloppy kisses are given to your inner thighs and you swear jake is doing it on purpose. wiping your eyes with the pads of your thumbs, taking a deep breath before adverting your gaze to sunghoon. âplease, can i cum ?â
âi dunno,â he responds curtly and you frown even more. he approaches you and leans over you, cupping your jaw, angling it in his direction. âhow badly do you want it ?â he whispers, his pink lips so close to yours, you canât help but stare at them.
âi- i,â you stammer, totally braindead and on the brink of tears. it shouldnât be that hard to say a complete sentence, but right now, it is. you surely did look pathetic, crying for a stupid orgasm. âplease, wanâ it badly.â
âatta girl,â he purrs when you finally say the words he wanted to hear. âyes, you can, sweetheart,â he gives his approval and your eyes light up.
jake doesnât wait to dive back into you, lips already on your clit when sunghoon letâs go of your face. you both look down at where jakeâs mouth operates, slurping up your arousal and flickering your little bud of nerves with his pink muscle.
you whine and grip his hair, tangling your fingers in it. jutting your hips upward in his face, his licks and sucks much more powerful than previously.
youâre brought back to the edge of your orgasm in little time, mouth agape as you close your legs around jakeâs head. sunghoon takes the opportunity to insert two of his fingers in your mouth, going deep and pressing his digits down on your tongue. you close your lips around him and you ask yourself if heâs verifying how much you can handle at once. if you can take his long fingers, youâre surely more than capable of taking something else way bigger.
you drool all over yourself and wince at the wet sensation, not really accustomed to it. you moan around his fingers as you rock your hips in jakeâs face, the knot swelling in your stomach ripping apart. the pleasure is intoxicating and ten times more intense. who wouldâve thought jakeâs mouth can turn such a little orgasm into a literal tsunami.
you cum hard while still having sunghoonâs fingers knuckles deep in your mouth. you hear jake groaning at the pain you inflict on him by pulling on his hair, but he loves the pain and loves even more your pussy grinding in his face.
jake unhooks your thighs off his shoulders and pushes them over your stomach. he savors your arousal dripping down from your hole, drinking it like a thirsty man as if it was his only source of water. he makes out with your pussy and this time itâs not just an impression. heâs opening and closing his mouth on you, sucking on your lips like he would do if he were kissing you.
sunghoon retracts his digits from your mouth and slaps the side of your face with his wet fingers, holding your jaw within his grasp. âhappy ? you got what you wanted, greedy little girl,â he rasps out, gritting his teeth.
heâs so hot when he grits his teeth. he has this look in his eyes, one that makes goosebumps spread down your spine. he seems mad, upset youâve let jake get into your panties so easily without a second thought. or mad because you didnât wait for him. well, according to jakeâs itâs what you were doing, but you shouldnât have started without him. if only you knew you were about to start that..
âyes,â you nod, muttering the word. sunghoon holds your face tightly, fingers pressing on your cheeks, jutting your lips out.
jake gets up on his knees and your heart almost does a backflip in your chest at the view of him with his hair all messy, knowing youâre the cause of this beautiful mess. his lips and chin are caked in your juices. he licks them clean and wipes his chin with his hand, flashing you a devious smile after.
âsheâs just a dumb little girl, now,â he teases, bulge very apparent in his shorts. âdid you have a good time, hm ? grinding on my face like a deprived virgin ?â
sunghoon frees your face to cup your cunt instead, slapping it a couple of times, making you squirm out of overstimulation. âshe sure did,â he agrees, licking your arousal off his fingers before speaking up again. âlook at her. no thoughts behind those pretty eyes.â
you want to say something back, but you can only produce a pathetic whimper.
jake is about to lower his shorts over his crotch when sunghoon stops him. âthe hell are you doing ?â he scowls at the other man.
âwell, itâs my turn,â he answers casually, but sunghoon doesnât seem to agree with him. âi got her all wet, i deserve this pussy.â
âyeah, and you did it behind my back. itâs only fair i get to hit it firstââ
ânoâŠâ you grumble, interrupting your friends. they both look at you, intrigued with what you have to say. âstop fighting. i get to decide who fucks me first !â you roll over, getting on your stomach and then on all fours to escape jake. you sit up, flicking your eyes between the two men. âand nobody will.â
âwhat !? why !â jake exclaims while sunghoon scoffs. itâs stupidly easy to piss them off.
you place yourself over the edge of the bed, your back facing sunghoon and your feet hanging off the mattress. positioning jakeâs hand to bring him over to you. you sit on your calves, opening your legs wider and leaning on your hands while jake is placed on his knees, back up straight.
you look over your shoulder and point at sunghoon where he should be. âkneel here,â you instruct, pointing to the spot just behind you.
you smile when he gets on his knees and he grins back at you, knowing your greedy little pussy wants more. two pairs of plump lips on your cunt on the same day ? blissful.
but you should know sunghoon isnât really the type to follow orders, far away from obeying to your selfish little rules. heâs the one who commands, not the opposite. never the opposite.
âjake,â you tug on his sweats, making him look down at you.
he smiles sweetly, cradling your face in his warm hands. âyeah, princess ?â his lips pursed as if to blow you a kiss. âwanna suck on my dick ? is that what you want ?â he coos, saying such lewd words in a soft, tender voice.
âplease.â
he groans appreciatively at your pleading, his cock twitching happily in his briefs. âget rid of that first, baby,â he demands, pulling your pajama top off of you, revealing your breasts to him. âperfect...â he purrs, fumbling your tits in his palms before reaching for the band of his pants.
at the same time jakeâs pulling his cock out, you feel your asscheeks being pushed apart and a big glob of spit falling down between them, dripping down over your puckered hole. you gasp when a thumb comes to stroke the muscle, lubricating it.
you canât really focus on whatâs happening behind when jakeâs angry erection stands proud just before your eyes. you moan at the very sight, having never thought that seeing your best friendâs dick wouldâve been so arousing.
heâs perfectly girthy, his head a cute shade of pink and glistening in pre-cum. not super veiny, but you can sense the weight of it. looking at it makes you hungry, salivating like a puppy in front of a bowl of food. jake was freshly shaven and you love it. his well defined v-line accentuated how slim and toned his body is. a few veins pulse out on his abdomen, going down to his pelvis, and you want to pass your tongue over each one of them.
you open your mouth, jake guiding his cock toward your mouth, but itâs at that moment that sunghoon plunges two fingers in your sopping cunt. you moan out, knitting your brows as he reaches a sensitive spot right away. he scissors your insides, and even if you said nobody would fuck you, you think heâs stretching you out exactly for that.
âshhh,â jake tries to soothe you, patting your head in an endearing manner. âkeep your mouth open, baby.â you do so and he doesnât hesitate to stuff it, moaning in relief as he puts a hand at the back of your head to keep the pace steady.
he keeps a hand around his base to guide it in your mouth and you lax your jaw, letting him bury you full of his cock. you want to reach the end so bad, pleasure jake like he did with you, but he feeds you his cock slowly, too slowly.
you never been more eager, so impatient to suck him off. you wanna make him cum, satisfy him. you want him to use you, use you like youâre worth nothing more than a sexual object. he can ruin you, fuck your throat with his fat cock, you only care about hisâ theirâ pleasure.
he holds your head, letting go of his cock when he considers heâs far enough in. âah, what a good fucking whore,â he praises breathily, watching the way your lips wrap tightly around his stiff shaft, drool spilling down on your chin from being so full.
you bat your lashes up at jake, feeling your eyes stinging. he growls when your eyes connect, his fluffy bangs covering his beautiful almond shaped eyes.
you canât see sunghoonâs movements, but you can feel everything. his breaths, the calluses on his hand palming your bottom, his long fingers pounding into you, his thumb teasing your rim, you feel it all.
he lays his tongue flat over your cunt where his fingers operate, licking a long trail until he reaches your other hole. you clench around him, a little bit taken back by his obsession with your ass, but still really turned on.
itâs nowhere near uncomfortable, though itâs not an area you usually explore when youâre alone. you keep your jaw slack for jake as he starts to thrust in back and forth at a slow pace. he doesnât move much, most of his length stays in your mouth. itâs enough friction for him to enjoy, hearing his soft moans above you.
you arched from the sensation, chasing after your pleasure and he groans pleasantly, having his head buried between your cheeks. he curls his fingers in you and pat gently the spongy spot in you, making you moan obscenely around jakeâs thick cock. it sends shockwaves throughout jakeâs body and he opens his mouth in pleasure, pushing his cock in deeper. he frowns adorably while his mouth ajar, watching his meaty length disappear and reappear between your swollen lips.
sunghoonâs traces your empty hole with the tip of his tongue, teasing you and making you contract around his fingers so hard he has difficulty to move in. he slaps your ass and your whine is muffled because of jakeâs cock in your mouth. you unclench and he can finally move in freely.
he pulls on one cheek while he kisses and licks around your rim, sometimes going in just a little. you push your behind onto sunghoon, eliciting another groan from him, angry or maybe satisfied, you truly have no idea.
youâre trapped between your two best friends and you donât know what to think, mind so dizzy, potentially ready to explode. one feeds you his cock, the other eats your ass while fingering your pussy. how can your brain function correctly in this situation ? well, it cannot.
âso fucking impatient,â sunghoon hissed, now entering a bit of his thumb into your hole. the stretch is weird, but it tingles at the same.
he removes his two digits from your drenched pussy, making you whimper around jake, spreading your wetness over your puckered hole after he retracted his thumb. you feel the dampness between your cheeks, purring when sunghoon brings up more arousal.
he pulls your two globs of flesh apart, coming to lick your ass again. you feel his nose pressing down on you and the teasing tip of pink muscle tickling your tight hole. he almost cleans you off of your juices, leaving only his saliva and the insatiable hunger he has for your ass. your eyes roll to the back of your head and jake sees it, grabbing your hair at the top of your head in a tight fist. you let out a painful elongated whine, loving the burning sting and the stretch of your ass sunghoon offers you.
jake guides the bounces of your head on his cock, doing long and rhythmic thrusts. he groans deeply, the sound coming from his throat, and you mewl in return. his face deeply focused in concentration, cheeks colored in red, breaths shallow and lips dried. he licks them, swallowing in a breathy moan after. he looks delectable, his dark gaze planted on you, never once looking away unless itâs to watch his thick cock entering your mouth at a relentless pace.
you feel digits stroking your rim, teasing a bit before sunghoon spits on it. âmaybe i should fuck this tight little ass,â he states as he spreads his saliva, dipping in his thumb slightly. âteach you a lesson for being sneaky and fucking with jake behind my back.â he passes a finger over your slick, noticing how wet you are.
you want to protest, hearing sunghoon standing up on his feet after his scary, but tempting threat. youâre about to pull out when jake pushes down on your head, keeping it in place. âah, shit...â he hisses, feeling you swallowing around him.
itâs not long until you sense a long cock sliding over your drenched cunt and you look worryingly at jake, but he only smiles at you, still holding your head down.
sunghoon pushes his tip up against your tight ass hole and you clench around nothing, heart beating faster. you wonder if heâd really dare to do it, but you know heâs not the kind of guy to do it the... messy way. heâs just teasing, as always.
âstop whininâ, baby,â jake coos, stroking your cheek delicately. he moves in slightly and you flatten your tongue under his cock. ârelax, mâkay ? thereâs nothinâ to worry about, itâs just us,â he reassures you and you close your eyes, letting him use your mouth as he pleases.
you finally feel his cock inside you, sliding in your pussy in one motion. your wetness allows him to enter you with ease, making you moan around jakeâs hard dick. one hand strokes your back, big palm caressing your dewy skin, passing over the bumps of your spinal column.
âsheâs fucking tight, suckinâ me in like crazy,â sunghoon rasps out, smacking one of your asscheeks, making your flesh jiggle from the force of the hit. âacts like she doesnât wanna get fucked, but thatâs all sheâs been dreaming about...â
an idea would soon strike jakeâs mind, thinking of another way he could potentially humiliate you. reaching for his phone thatâs sat on the corner of the bed, he quickly unlocks it to go straight to the camera app, recording a video of you sucking him offâ thisâll make the perfect jack off material for him later.
you whine out, wanting to say something, but you canât while having a mouth stuffed full. âsuch a nasty girl, arenât you, princess ?â jake purrs, lips curving upward into an evil smile, panning the phone down to catch this beautiful sight underneath him.
he refrains a lewd moan from escaping his mouth by biting down on his bottom lip, fist pulling harder on your hair. you do your best to breathe through your nose, focusing on your gag reflex and hollowing your cheeks to maximize his pleasure.
âah, fuckâ!â jake cursed through gritted teeth, almost making the device slip out his hand, too close to his high to continue fucking your mouth. he yanks your head back, pulling out of you in an instant.
his cock twitches after he analyses your face, looking absolutely destroyed. you breathe with difficulty, cheeks stained by your tears and chin by your drool. you blink several times, looking back into the camera before moaning out loudly, leaning yourself on jake.
sunghoon doesnât miss your sweet spot and itâs too intense for you, holding on to jake for some emotional support. you tug the sides of his t-shirt, sticking the side of your face to his chest, crying against him all while youâre getting fucked into oblivion by one of your best friends.
jake canât help but play with your dangling breasts, fumbling the plushy flesh in his rough palms and pulling on your nipples. it makes you arch your back even more, leaning on jakeâs touch and pushing your hips against sunghoonâs.
the man behind you holds your hips tightly, sinking his fingers into your soft flesh, leaving your poor skin sore and the marks of his fingertips behind. he snaps his hips against yours roughly and he seems to never get enough, driving his cock into your wet pussy like a mad man.
jakeâs erection stands just before your eyes, glistening in your spit and hard as rock. he sees you looking at it so he grabs it, guiding it to your lips. âwanna suck it, baby ?â he asks in his sweet voice and you glimpse up at him, drooling on his t-shirt, looking totally braindead. âcâmon donât be shy, open that pretty little mouth of yours...â
you part your lips to mouth at the reddened tip, suckling on it gently. jake hums, stroking your hair delicately, the opposite of sunghoonâs actions who pounds into you with force, using you to get himself off.
suddenly, he steadies his hips against your ass, stopping his vigorous hip thrusts. he pulls out and your legs turn pliant, no longer strong enough to stand on their own without him holding you up. you cry, letting go of jakeâs cock and glancing over your shoulder to see sunghoon getting rid of his long-sleeved t-shirt.
âdo you wanna switch ?,â jake questions sunghoon and this time he nods, catching his breath.
âyeah,â he breathes out a positive answer.
jake smirks down at you, recording yet another video. âcâmere, baby,â he softly instructs, grabbing your forearm and bringing you to the head of the bed. he takes off his sweats before stretching out his legs and leaning his head on the pillows. âspin around, show me that little ass.â
your form straddles his lap how he wants it and you see sunghoon following you, gently tugging at his aching cock covered in your juices. heâs long and curvy, but he looks less stiff than jake, you suppose heâs the type to get more length when erect.
âcâmon, princess, put it in,â jake smiles and you crane your neck to look back at him, shuddering in desire at his words. âsit on it,â he insists.
âokay, jakey,â you sigh out of exhaustion.
you take his wet cock in your hand and angle it toward your leaking hole, moaning softly once you fully sink down on him. the stretch of your cunt is good, feeling completely full. he twitches inside you, extending his arms to grip your hips possessively.
you moan in unison, jake letting out a long grunt and you a loud whine. he doesnât reach as deep as sunghoon, but he fills you up really well.
âoh, fuck,â jake curses, biting down on his bottom lip out of pleasure. âgo ahead, ride me, baby.. just like thatâ he softly demand and you oblige happily.
you start doing a grind motion, leaning on jakeâs thighs to keep your balance. he runs his palm all over your body, making sure the camera gets every angle, appreciating your curves and the way you move your hips on him to pleasure yourself.
sunghoon grips your chin, making you face his angry erection, his hand wrapped around it. âshow me how good of a slut you are, sweetheart,â he sings, tucking a wild strand of hair behind your ear.
his long fingers stroke his cock, but they stop at the base when you tilt your head down, catching his swollen tip in your sticky mouth. he hums appreciatively and passes his fingers through your hair, now wet by your sweat, collecting your hair in an improvised ponytail, keeping them away from your face.
you bob your head over his long cock, stroking the base with one of your palms since you canât fit all of him in your mouth, your other palm still resting on jakeâs thigh. you hear the beautiful, raspy moans of sunghoon, proud of yourself for making him feel good.
he is also smoothly shaved, skin soft and sturdy under your tongue and fingertips. you love the sleek feeling of him, although you equally adore the feeling of jakeâs against your skin. you grind and spin your hips on jake, doing little motions that are more pleasurable to you, but he still approves, muttering a âfuck yeahâ while directing your hips.
youâre sucking off sunghoon as if you were actually in a porno, bobbing over his length and moaning around him exaggeratedly. you donât know where this sudden rush comes from, but you wonât complain. surely not when he looks impressed, in total admiration.
âfucking slut,â jake slurs out, pupils dilated and filled in a fog of lust at the sight of a white ring forming around the base of his cock coated by your pussy.
you whine around sunghoon, disagreeing with him, or maybe agreeing. it doesnât matter anyway with the way you clench around him each time he throws bad words at you. you like how they treat you, as if all those insults were deserved and justified. but they know damn well none of the things they say are remotely true, thatâs why itâs so exciting.
you move in slow circles, jakeâs hands grabbing and slapping your ass. your juices are everywhere, dripping down his balls and sticking to his pelvis. it feels a little bit dirty, but you donât think anyone in this room really cares. it probably smells so much like sex and you wonder how long itâll take for the odor to go away. knowing your friends, they could probably never open the windows just to keep the smell of you in.. you would dissuade them from it, because come on, but the thought secretly makes you wanna smile.
âfuck, that little mouth of yours is doing wonders,â sunghoon compliments, relishing in the praise upon hearing that. âdonât know how long mâgonna last, baby,â he announces, looking down at your lips gliding smoothly over his long, curvy cock.
âsame..â jake adds in, voice raspy and breath erratic.
youâre encouraged by that, pleased to know youâre making them both feel really good. you use your full potential and lift up your hips, dropping them back down on jakeâs dick. you love the stretch, love how his cock pushes your walls to make room for himself, being so big your pussy just canât keep his size.
you take sunghoonâs length deeper in your mouth, slurping and swallowing around him. he groans, telling you how much he likes you and your wet tongue.
âokayâ fuck,â sunghoon begins, but curses when you cup his balls, innocently glancing up at him. he puts a hand on the top of your head and pushes you away from him, his cock slipping out your mouth.
âiâm taking her pussy, now,â he says, still looking at you even though heâs addressing jake.
âwhat ? no ! why ??â jake complains, groaning loudly in disagreement.
âbecause i want to,â he simply answers back, too stubborn to even proceed with a further explanation.
âwell, youâre gonna let me finish first.â
as you lift up your hips, jakeâs cock pulls out of you, heâs quick to reposition and turn you around, lying you down on the bed where he was previously. sunghoon lets him, rolling his eyes at the childishness of his friendâ even though heâs not acting very maturely either.
jake straddles your waist, stroking his cock just over your breasts, licking his lips. you watch him snap a few quick photos while his hand runs up and down his shaft rapidly, all coated in your wetness and saliva of earlier.
âshit, shitâ âm cumming,â he hastily warns, fingers wrapped tightly around his dick. he was already close when he was in you, so it doesnât take long until heâs brought back close to his high.
his eyes are blown out, looking at your tits like thereâs nothing sexier on this earth. his hips stutter and you place your palms on his bare thighs, feeling how hot his skin is.
âmmh ! fuck,â he chokes on his words, angling his cock toward your boobs. you look up at him as he empties himself on your chest, long ropes of milky white cum landing on your breasts. he keeps stroking obsessively until he spills out everything, little white beads falling from his wet and reddened tip. you look so fucking good like that, heâs gonna have a camera roll full of you by the end of this night.
he whines a little when it starts to hurt because of overstimulation. eventually he finishes, passing a hand through his hair, removing his wet bangs from covering his eyes. his chest heaves rapidly as he tries to regain a normal rhythm of breathing.
âgo away, loser.â
jake sends a death glare at sunghoon before clearing the way, sitting down, back against the wall.
sunghoon enters you again, locking your shaky legs behind his back. you gasped when he pounds in immediately, not once missing a beat. you sneak a hand between your legs, circling your pulsing, puffy clit left alone for too long now.
with your other hand, you swipe a finger in jakeâs cum that were caked on your boobs, picking it up and bringing it to your mouth. sunghoon watches you eating his friendâs cum and he squints his eyes at you, perhaps maybe a little jealous..
âoh ! hoon,â you mewl, the coil in your stomach tightening from his tip brushing against the sweet spot inside of you and your finger drawing more quick circles to your clit.
you lick more cum off your fingers, arching your back and closing your walls around sunghoonâs long cock. you moan loudly when you reach your high, milking his dick and clenching repeatedly around him, bringing him close to his high as well.
âfuck, youâre sâfucking tight, angel,â his hips snap against yours and like earlier, they steady on you, cock twitching inside your pussy.
he doesnât pull out this time and paints your insides white in his cum, spurting every last drop he has deep into you. you sigh of contentment, loving the hot sensation of his cum in your pussy.
ââm so full, hoonie,â you purr and he slips out slowly, looking at his seed dripping out of you as your hole keeps quivering and clenching from your previous orgasm.
he wets his lips, wishing he could see this everyday of the week; you full of his creamy cum. but of course, heâs not the only one to want this. heâd have to share.
ânext time, iâm the one cumming inside,â jake says from where he is, catching a glimpse of the white substance dripping out your hole. âyou selfish prick,â he mutters to his friend.
later on, after sunghoon passed a cloth between your legs and jake cleaned the mess he made on your tits, you fell asleep in sunghoonâs bed. the boys ended up finishing the movie without you since you were rightfully too tired too join, eyelids closing on their own. they stayed up late at night, playing video games and eating ramen, sometimes giving each other stupid challenges like how many amount of push-ups they can do in a determined time.
they didnât really disturb your sleep since you were knocked out. though you sometimes woke up from their voices, you went back to sleep easily. in the morning, you woke up with sunghoonâs arm wrapped around your waist and jake coming back with breakfast.
in simpler terms, it seems like movie night monday was a success, though you might not have finished the movie, you ended up making one yourselves..
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âtis the season || one shot
joel miller x f!reader
nothing new. nothing exciting. just some pwp. major shout out to my very freaky girl @dinandwhiskey, this fic was born due to our 4am conversations about fucking Our Old Man on viagra. and to my fellow ocean unicorn @joeloverture, for the encouragement, always. and to @pedrospatch, for being my eyes, and my biggest cheerleader, you have my heart. anyway â merry christmas eve eve & happy holidays ya filthy animals. may 2025 be ever so kind to you <33
pairing: dbf!joel x reader summary: youâre back in town for christmas, and itâs been months since youâve seen your boyfriend, joel miller. and he decides to make the most of the brief window of time you have together. or, joel fucks you after taking viagra. ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ warnings: [no-outbreak au], implied age gap [no mention of ages but reader is in college], secret established long distance relationship [thatâs a mouth full] [thatâs what she said], drug use, joel miller on viagra is a beast, pet names [baby, darlinâ, sweetheart, kiddo], sexualization of the terms kiddo & old man, [mocking] dirty talk, size kink, praise kink, daddy kink, brief mentions of smut that occurs off page [i.e: face-sitting, fingering, anal play, ass eating, a reach around handjob, f! & m! receiving oral], softdom!joel, unprotected piv, missionary, mating press, overstimulation [rip our girl sheâs fighting for her life], dacryphilia, finger sucking, biting, smidge of a pain kink, creampie, squirting, joel fucks you while youâre on the phone with your father, mentions of christmas, (2) christmas puns [author apologizes in advance for said puns], probably [most likely] inaccurate and unrealistic descriptions to the effects of viagra [remember, this is fiction!!], omitting a few tags as to avoid spoilers!!, aaaaand lastly, theyâre in love BYE! word count: 3.5k
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âJust one more time, sweetheart.â
You donât respond, tongue-tied. The agonizingly slow drag of his cock inside you is too much, your mind is a blur.Â
Joelâs been fucking you for hours. Heâs made you come six times since you practically pranced through his front door. Twice on his face, once on his fingers, and three times on his cock. And now youâre overstimulated â cunt swollen and almost begging for relief â but Joel, driven by your high-pitched moans and strained whimpers, is unable to stop himself, working to make you come just one more fucking time.
Itâs thanks to that stupid little blue pill his buddy slipped him that heâd been able to fuck you for this long.Â
In truth, he doesnât need it. He never needs it. He fucks you perfectly fine without it. But youâre home for the holidays, and you havenât seen him or come successfully on your own since the beginning of the fall term, and Joel wanted to take advantage of that.
Send you back fucked so full oâme youâll feel me in here for weeks, heâd groaned.Â
Your drippy hole stretched out and clamped tight around the thick girth of him. It had been so long, your face contorted at the sharp sting, and a pained hiss escaped through his gritted teeth when he pushed the delicious fat tip of his cock past your puffy folds, splitting you in two.Â
The warm walls of your cunt pulse around his shaft, your clit throbs against the wet thatch of thick hairs stippled gray at his base. Youâre too sensitive, too tender, cunt stinging with every long stroke, but not in the way it makes you want to use your safe word.Â
Itâs just that Joel hasnât let up. Two hours spent making you come and he hasnât let up once. The only time he had given you some semblance of a break was when he got up, turned around, and sat on your face at your plea â your desire to show him how good he had made you feel all those times before.Â
His cock in your hand, weak fist tugging away at his length while you lathed away at the tight little hole in the crease between his ass cheeks. Even then, Joel couldn't help himself; shoved three thick fingers into your puffy pussy â timing the thrust of them to the desperate pumps of your joint fists â jacking his cock in unison while you writhed beneath him, pulling another climax from you.Â
Only when his sweaty thighs quivered around your body, chin tilted towards the ceiling and a stream of profanities poured from his lips, his body curling over yours as hot spurts of his cum painted your soft tummy when he felt your finger slipping past his puckered rim to the knuckle, had he given you a break.Â
âAttagirl, just like that. Pretty little pussyâs gonna cum all over me. Câmon, baby, give it to me,â Joelâs voice is thick with arousal as he rambles above you, his hips expertly rolling into yours, head of his cock nudging that place incompetent college boys have failed to reach.Â
âJoelâfuckâI donât think I canââ You gasp frantically, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, arms wound tight around him.
He smirks with another deliberate roll of his hips. âThought you said you could keep up. Isnât that what you said? âNaw, I reckon you said, Try keeping up, old man, wasnât that it?â He mocks, imitating your words from earlier. Fucking bastard.Â
A whimpering mess, your eyes pinch shut in response.Â
âI canâtââ you croak, fingernails digging into his shoulders.Â
Deft hands brush your hair back from your face. âYou can. I know you can, baby.â His voice softer, barely audible through the wet smack of his balls, smeared in the evidence of your earlier release, firmly slapping against the curve of your ass. The sounds obscenely echoing through the quiet of his bedroom.Â
You whimper and try fruitlessly to nod. He knows you can, and heâs right. Your hips wouldnât be grinding up off the mattress to meet his thrusts. You wouldnât be feeling something roiling low in your belly.
âOne more time, baby. Give me one more nâ Iâll let this sore little pussy rest,â he whispers, lips kissing away your salty tears.Â
You nod eagerly. His hand reaches up to the headboard, fingers curling around it and locking into place, his other removes one of yours from his shoulder, pins it to the pillow above your head. And with his hand clasping your damp palm, fingers squeezing then interlocking with yours, he fucks you harder.Â
The change in pace has tears spilling from your eyes and pooling into the shells of your ears. The wave swells, swells, swells â
Your phone screen lights up the dark room, buzzing on Joelâs nightstand.Â
You freeze, neck craning in the direction of the vibration, eyes squinting and damp lashes fluttering at the bright screen, Dad, it reads.Â
Shit.Â
You gaze back up at Joel, wide-eyed, panic surging in your chest. Joel growls. âDonât answer.âÂ
You donât listen. You know your father, heâll keep calling until you answer. Without saying another word, your hand comes up to the wooden surface in search of your phone. You take a few deep breaths, trying to quell the anxious heat swirling inside you, unplug your phone from the charger, slide a shaky thumb across the screen, and press the phone to the shell of your ear.
âHeyââ You clear your throat awkwardly, âHey, Dad,â your voice breathy, tired.
You unstick your body from Joelâs, your free hand presses to his strong chest, a silent effort to halt his movements.
âKid! Iâm sorry to call you this late, but before you left for Eveâs, I forgot to let you know to be home in time for breakfast.âÂ
Jesus. That couldâve been a text.Â
You sit up, scoot back into the pillows, while Joel sits back on his knees, wincing in unison as his cum-drenched cock slips out of your overflowing slit. Almost instantly, you feel a steady stream of his spend trickle out of your opening. Heâd already managed to fill you to the brim three times tonight.
You fiddle with your bottom lip. âBreakfast? I thought we were just doing dinner.â
âWell, I thought since youâre only in town for a few days, we could go the whole nine yards. I missed our breakfasts together. I enjoy them, kid,â he says softly.Â
Your bleary eyes flick back to Joel. The smug grin that graces his lips and the gleam of something darker in his eyes donât put you at ease. Heâs up to something, as always.Â
You grumble, massaging your forehead. âYeah, sure, Dad. Iâll be home by nine. Listen, I gottaââÂ
âOh! Speakinâ of dinner, I was thinking of inviting Joel over,â your dad says, plainly. Â
Your heart stutters. âJoel? W-Why?â
The corner of Joelâs mouth twitches, dark eyes glimmer with mischief. Two heavy hands find your waist, and heâs sliding you back down towards him. Slow and suspicious, one of his hands finds your knee, and presses it flush to the mattress. You both watch as his other hand cups the back of your other knee, pushing it back down to match the other, exposing you to the sex-tainted air. With his eyes transfixed on the slow trickle of his spend, his hand then wraps around the base of his cock, tip lining up with your aching hole.Â
There it is.Â
âPoor guy has been asking about you, kid.â And Joel glides the head of his cock up and down your puffy seam, collecting your mixed juices on his tip then taps the heavy weight of it on your perked clit twice in quick succession; Joel smirks at the wet smack. You jolt, thighs attempting to clamp shut, his firm grip on your knee tightens, keeping you open for him.Â
You pinch your eyes closed and curse under your breath.Â
âWhat was that, honey?âÂ
Your eyes snap open, and you scramble to recover, âN-nothing, I justââ You clear your throat again. âSorry. What were you saying, Dad?â
Joel chuckles lowly as he leans forward on top of you, pressing his broad frame in on you, your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. Chest to chest, belly to belly, pelvis to pelvis, tacky skin against tacky skin, once again as before. He tucks his face into the crook of your neck, and with his mouth at your other ear, his tongue darts out to lick at the salty droplet there before suckling ever so slightly on your flesh, you bite back a moan.Â
Your dad, oblivious to your current state, continues, âOhâ Joelâs been asking after you. Think heâs getting sick of your old man if Iâm honest. He keeps telling me he misses having you around, always goinâ on about how youâve grown up right before his eyesâŠâ
He can hear him. You know he can by the feel of the corner of his mouth curling up into a grin, teeth grazing your carotid now. He lifts his head, dark gaze meeting yours while his massive hands cup your tits, caressing, squeezing, kneading, while muttering, Goddamn have you grown up.Â
Your cunt flutters around nothing, and you sigh into the phone; your dad doesnât hear it through his rambling. You donât register what heâs chatting away about because then, Joelâs nose nuzzles into your neck, traces a line up, up, up until his tongue snakes out and meets the curve of your earlobe. Licks the meat of it into his mouth and takes it between his teeth, your whimper cuts off into a moan when the bite turns sharp. Â
His fingers fiddle with your nipples. âNaughty little thing,â Joel taunts, warmth of his breath fanning across the hinge of your jaw, âYou liked that?âÂ
You keen and nod, his hand dips south between your bodies, wrapping around the base of his length, notches the too-wide cockhead at your too-small hole. You turn your head, pressing your mouth to the scruff of his beard, muffling the whine he elicits from you.Â
Joel pushes inside, takes a moment, and just to mess with you â he fucks his tip in and out of your drooling hole in small pulses â once, twice, thrice â teasing you, making you moan. He tilts his head, nosing your cheek, breath hot and voice deep, âListen,â he commands.
Absentmindedly, you tilt your phone away from your ear, away from your dadâs mumblings. You strain your ears to obey him. In and out, in and out. The squelch of your sticky wet reverberates  against the four walls of his bedroom as the blunt head of his cock moves in and out.Â
In. And out. Â
âFuck,â you mutter, eyes flitting down to watch his cock impale you.Â
Your dadâs voice cuts in through the fog, redrawing your attention.
âSweetie? You okay? Whatâs wrong?âÂ
Your eyes widen. Shit. âIâmâIâmâfine, Iâ I j-just stubbed my toe. Dad, I really canât tââ You stammer, and Joel chuckles lowly.Â
Your stuttering emboldens him, taking it as an invitation to torture you further, and with his lips against your ear, a breathy moan escapes from his lips as Joel feeds you his cock, slowly working himself back into your spent cunt. So painfully slow that he ensures you feel every ridge and every vein, and in turn, he feels every inch of your warm, velvet walls sucking him in as he eases himself into you. Used cunt clamped tight around him as you welcome him back in â inch by torturous inch.Â
He stills once he reaches resistance, and you bite your bottom lip hard enough that you taste copper, suppressing the moan climbing up your chest as his tip knocks your cervix, heavy balls pressed flush to your ass â finally bottoming out inside you.
He ruts into you once, tip bumps your cervix again â goading you, and you gasp in return, fingernails indenting his shoulder, halfâmoon crescents marking his skin. Beads of sweat roll off his forehead and onto your face, mixing with the warm tears now cascading down your face, and your tongue darts out to taste it. The flavor of him â his sweat, his musk â only feeds the dizzying blur that is your mind. But through the foggy haze and the lewd, wet slap of flesh against flesh, you think you can hear your dad saying, You really need to quit the habit of walking around in the dark, kiddo.
And you think youâre nodding, an endless litany of, yes, yeahâyeah slipping past your lips, as you rush your way through the phone call with your father, uncaring. Only interested in the shifts of Joelâs hips, slowly fucking into you in measured thrusts.
Joel tuts. âSuch a dirty fuckinâ girl, gettinâ off while speakinâ to her daddy.â And your grip in his hair tightens, walls tensing in response. âAttagirl, keep squeezinâ me like that. You gonna show me just how naughty you are for me, hm? Gonna let me have it with him on the phone? Gonna cream all over my cock, naughty girl?â
You nod your head numbly, mouth dry and unable to speak with the tip of his cock prodding at the soft spot inside you on every languid stroke, hips swaying back and forth.
The wave begins to crest, and despite your eager nodding at Joel only a second prior, thereâs no way in hell youâre really going to come on your boyfriendâs cock â your dadâs best friend â while on the phone with your father.Â
Your voice claws its way up your throat, âD-dad, Iâm â mmm â sorry I really have to gâââ You think your thumb presses the red button, but your phone slips from your hand, dropping to the carpet with a muffled thump, and itâs too late to check if youâve fully hung up on him, and frankly, youâre too consumed by your lover to care.Â
Grinning with pride, Joel pulls back, cock halfway out of your pussy and your hands grasp at his shoulders.Â
âJoelâ f-fuckâplease,â you beg, your resolve melting.Â
He clicks his tongue. âNa-uh, try again.âÂ
âD-d-daddyâplease,â you whine.Â
âD-d-daddy,â he mocks above you. âSay it, pretty girl.â He knows, but he wants to hear you say it.Â
âHarder. Please, daddyâIâI wanna come, please, I wanna come,â you mewl, voice all whiny and petulant.
He says nothing. Without pulling out of you, his long fingers wrap around to grip the backs of your knees, pinning your thighs to your chest, knees to your shoulders, feet dangling in the air beside his beautiful head, folding you in half. Then, he moves to plant his feet flat on the mattress, propping himself up, hands on your thighs to steady himself.Â
Youâre already a mewling, writhing mess underneath him as he fucks in and out of your wasted cunt â it doesnât take much longer for you to get there. The air fills with sounds of the headboard hammering against the wall and filthy, sloppy sounds of where you two are connected as he bashes into you with arrant primal vigor.
The new angle has him hitting a point inside you, deeper than you ever thought to exist. And still â the wave doesnât break. With his eyes locked on yours, you know he can tell. He can always tell. Heâs made you scream his name enough times since the beginning of your many clandestine meetings last summer to know when youâre teetering on the edge. In need of more.Â
And for a moment, you think you can see it in him. Hazel eyes practically glint against the pale moonlight that spills into his bedroom. Joel bares his teeth in a cocky grin, his hand releases one of your thighs to cup your face, thumb parting your plush lips when he says, give it to me, kiddo, soak your old manâs cock.Â
Oh fuck.Â
Your eyelids flutter shut, your head falling back onto the pillows, hands clutching and pulling at tufts of his grizzled curls. Lips closing around his thumb wedged in your mouth; licking, sucking, biting into his flesh, as the crest finally breaks and washes over you, taking you under the rogue waves. Â
But Joel still doesnât let up. One more time, my ass.Â
Heâs insatiable. And he shows you just how insatiable he is when his thumb slips from your spit-smeared lips and reaches between your bodies, the pads of his fingers expertly thrum at your sensitive clit.
Your face twinges up at the intense, almost painful pressure as he pinches your clit between his index and middle fingers, hard. The swing of his hips speeds up, cock relentlessly beating your sore cunt. The sight of his girth, disappearing and reappearing as he pounds your pussy at a punishing pace, and his fingers twisting your swollen clit has your belly pulling taut and snapping within the same beat. With a broken shout of his name, you gush around the root of his cock, dripping down his balls. Itâs warm and sticky when it seeps down, past your tight ring of muscle, soaking his blue sheets and turning them the shade of charcoal gray.Â
Joel coaxes you through your seventhâeighth toe-curling orgasm of the night. An endless stream of sweet nothings spills from him â good girl, thatâs it, kiddo. I know, I know, itâs so much, I know â fuckâ such a good fuckinâ girl, as he fucks you through it.Â
Your sloppy cunt clenches around him, and with his cock choked tight, deep within your bruised walls, he follows soon after. Growls raggedly as he unravels, and his own orgasm rolls through him, decking the hall of your weeping cunt with warm, milky ropes of cum for the fourth time tonight.Â
Joel collapses onto your sticky chest, placing open-mouthed kisses to your dampened face â your cheek, your nose, your forehead, while he pumps you full of his seed, abiding by his promise. And when heâs done, his sweaty forehead drops to yours for a moment. The waves now a steady ripple through your body as you come down.
After a moment, he lifts his head, and in retaliation for giving you what was possibly the best fuck of your life while on the phone with your father and nearly exposing your tryst, you bring one of his hands to your face, hollow your cheeks, and suck his thumb while looking up at him with wide and falsely innocent eyes.Â
He licks his lips but manages to pry his post-coital eyes away. Instead, his cum-soaked cock slips out of your tired, leaking cunt. When he leans back, you swallow a moan, catching sight of the aftermath of your many arousals in his pubic hair. Graying curls swimming in a pool of your combined releases that drips down his thighs. A thin strand of your shared pearlescent spend shines in the soft moonlight, stretching from his balls to your folds, still connecting the two of you as he pulls away.Â
Joel misses it, something else pulls his attention. His gaze shifts to the clock beside your head. A hint of a smirk passes over his lips.Â
âYouâre lucky itâs Christmas, darlinâ,â voice low, dangerous.Â
Your head snaps in the same direction. Itâs past midnight. You smirk in turn and pull the comforter up to hide it.
You feel him shift over you, elbow popping loudly as he reaches for what heâs looking for before he moves to sit up beside you, back against the headboard. His hand pulls the comforter back down from your face, and you roll over and sit up on your knees to face him.Â
His other palm opens, wordlessly presenting you with a single twig of some plant. One with moss green, teardropâshaped leaves and plump, round berries, waxy and opaque in color. Â
Mistletoe.
You take the meat of your bottom lip between your teeth, stifling a laugh that threatens to bubble through you. Because of fucking course he would.Â
Though, the soft laugh is short-lived. His broad hand waves the mistletoe over him, but not where it should be. Your gaze follows the movement of his hand, and your mouth falls agape. Your eyes snap back up to Joelâs, and his wicked smirk broadens.
Joel Miller â naked as the day he was born and splayed on top of his messy sheets â dangles the mistletoe over his length, still hard as a rock and stirring in his other hand.
But it doesnât stop there.Â
Beneath the mistletoe rests a lump of bright red and velvety felt; a fluffy white cuff rounds the brim, and a matching fuzzy white bobble hangs at the end of it.Â
A Santa hat perched jauntily on his cock.
You shut your mouth and swallow thickly, already feeling that familiar ache at the apex of your thighs, and you clench around emptiness, a stream of his seed dribbling out of your overstuffed cunt and further soiling his bedding.Â
âBut it ainât a Merry one till you give Santa's big sack a few kisses.â
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16 stuck with you â im so obsessed with your ex !
scaramouche x gender neutral reader
âItâs finally happening,â Yae sighs with a gleam in her eye, practically floating into the dorms. She sits next to Scara on the couch, her excitement palpable. âThe three mystery guests are arriving! Finally, some drama!â
âI feel like thereâs been enough drama,â Aether mutters.
âThis will take the cake,â Yae giggles, clearly delighting in the upcoming chaos. âTrust me.â
âI think Iâll just stay here then,â Scara mutters, sinking deeper into the couch, his arms crossed tightly as he tries to resist the inevitable.
âNot so fast,â Yae says, âI need you there, especially.â
âSheâs scaring me,â Yoimiya pipes up with a nervous laugh, inching her way toward the bedrooms, clearly trying to make a quick exit.
âCome on, enough chitchat,â Yae declares, standing up. She grabs Scara by the shoulder and yanks him up off the couch, practically dragging him by his feet. âI think the guests are situated.â
As you all make your way down to the beach and head toward the kitchens, you can't shake the uneasy feeling sitting in your chest. Youâd known guests were going to join the main lot for the show, but no one ever told you who they could be.
âOh my god, is that Diluc?â Lumine pipes up as Childe begins to fix his unkempt hair in response.
âOh, hell no,â Scara mutters, his face immediately twisting with disgust as he takes one look at the scene in front of him. His instinct is to turn and leave, but Yae grabs him by the shoulder and pulls him forward, much to his annoyance.
âIs that my ex?â you say in disbelief, glancing at the table. His burgundy hair was recognizable even from how far you were standing. At the same time, everyone in Delusion turns to you, their eyes wide.
âSince when did you have an ex?â Aether asks, genuinely curious. Even Scara looks over at you now, his gaze lingering a little longer than you expected.
âHeizou and I had... a thing for a while,â you murmur, suddenly feeling awkward. âIt was more of a situationship. How did you find out, Yae?â
Research, baby,â Yae says smugly, clearly enjoying this too much.
âWhat kind of research?â you ask, eyebrow raised.
âXiao. We asked Xiao.â
âShe loves to gossip,â Xiao adds offhandedly, giving a shrug that seems almost apologetic.
âThis is great,â Yae exclaims, her eyes lighting up as if sheâs already imagining the chaos. âLetâs have some jealousy arcs!â
âI need to drown, I need to drown right now,â Scara mutters in exasperation, visibly agitated. He pulls his arm away from Yaeâs grasp. âPlease, just let me go.â
Even youâve never seen him that agitated around you.
âHush, it wonât be that bad,â Yae says, pulling him along like a petulant child despite his protests. The rest of the group follows hesitantly behind.
The tension in the air thickens as the group walks into the dining area. The three figures sitting at the table come into full view. Mona is sitting nearest to the door, her posture more relaxed than you would have expected, while Heizou is across her, looking just a bit too calm for comfort.
Her eyes immediately fall on Scara, and she offers him a gentle smile. Itâs sincere but carries a hint of hesitation.
âScara,â Mona begins softly, her voice almost tender. âItâs been a long time since weâve met, hasnât it?â
Itâs clear sheâs trying to be civil, maybe even friendly, but Scara is having none of it.
âYeah, not long enough,â Scara mutters as Yae pushes him into the chair beside her.
Meanwhile, you sit yourself next to Heizou, which is coincidentally also right across from Scara. Heizou looks as unbothered as ever, though you notice how his gaze flicks between you and Scara.Â
âSo... long time no see,â Heizou says, speaking in a neutral tone, trying to ease the tension in the room. He flashes one of his smiles, pretending not to care about the undercurrent of discomfort between everyone. âHow have things been? You know, outside of... whatever this is.â
You canât help but chuckle at how easily you slip back into conversation with him. You canât help but notice the way he leans just a little too close when he says that last part, like heâs testing the waters.Â
âThings have been fine,â you reply, your tone playful, âAnd you?â
âI'm doing better now,â he smiles, his eyes trailing you for a second. You feel your ears burn under his gaze.
Meanwhile, Childe, whoâs been awkwardly sitting beside Diluc perks up, âHey, uh, I like your music,â Childe says, his voice unexpectedly shy as he glances over at Diluc.
Diluc, whoâs normally a man of few words, gives a rare smile, his expression softening. âThank you,â he replies in his low, gentle voice, making Childe shift in his seat.
âSo... uh, you like being an idol?â Childe continues, his words tripping over themselves in an effort to keep the conversation going.
Aether, sitting next to him, raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by the sudden shift in Childeâs usual extroverted self. âWow, youâre really wooing him, huh?â
âShut up!â Childe hisses, elbowing Aether in the ribs, his face flushed. âIâm trying!â
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The rest of breakfast goes on in a strained silence. Scara refuses to even glance at Mona, his arms crossed tightly and his eyes fixed on his plate. Heâs not engaging with anyone.Â
On the other hand, you and Heizou are catching up, your easy back-and-forth making the tension at the table feel a little less suffocating. So much so you donât even realize Scaraâs listening in on it.
Heizou, with his usual calm smile, picked up a blueberry tart and slid it across the table toward you. âI remember you really liked these,â he said, his voice warm and casual. âSo, I asked them to bring some for you.â
Scara, who had been uncharacteristically quiet all morning, suddenly spoke up. His voice was flat, and his gaze remained fixed on his plate. âYn doesnât like blueberries.â
The words hung in the air, and for a moment, the room fell silent. Every eye turned toward Scara, the unexpected interruption making the tension in the air feel even heavier. Scara, clearly aware of all the attention, slowly lifted his eyes, his expression unreadable.
Heizouâs polite smile didnât falter, but there was a hint of confusion in his tone. âYes, they do. I used to gift them to them during our trainee days, right?â
He looked at you, his eyes searching for confirmation. But you, suddenly feeling like the weight of the room was on you, couldnât meet his gaze. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat and looked down at the tart in your hands.
âActually,â you said, sheepish, âIâm not very fond of blueberries.â
Heizou blinked, clearly surprised, and for the first time, his smile faltered. â...Oh.â
Scara, whoâd been content to stay silent up until now, couldnât help the smug grin tugged at the corners of his lips. âTold you.â
âAnd why do you care?â Heizou asks, raising a brow at Scara.
Scara, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed, looked entirely unbothered. âI donât want to see them gag at the dinner table,â he said dryly, glancing at Heizou for the first time. âIâm already losing my appetite sitting across from you.â
The table fell silent again, the weight of Scaraâs words hanging heavy in the air. You couldnât help but notice the way Heizouâs smile tightened, as though his polite exterior was beginning to crack. He leaned back, trying to brush it off, but you could see the slight strain in his shoulders from the tension Scaraâs jab had caused.
ââŠWhatever,â Heizou muttered, though you could tell Scara had bothered him, turning back to you. âWhat did you do with all the tarts I gave you then?â
âI gave them to Venti,â you admitted, still feeling a little awkward.
Venti, ever the enthusiastic one, raised his hand with a mouthful of tart. âThey were good!â
For a moment, the tension in the room dissolved into awkward chuckles, but you could feel the remnants of discomfort still lingering. You couldnât ignore seeing the flash of hurt in Heizouâs eyes upon realizing you didnât enjoy his gifts. That man had bought you a lot of blueberry related snacks.Â
On the other hand, Scara seemed less tense after his squabble with Heizou.Â
The awkwardness lingered, but before anyone could say anything further, Mona, who had been quietly watching the scene unfold, spoke up. âYn, I also donât like blueberries that much.â
Scara scooped his plate forward, pushing his untouched blueberries onto Monaâs plate. Without a word, he walked out of the room, leaving a trail of silence in his wake as everyone wrapped up their breakfast.
Mona remained unfazed by the small act of defiance, simply getting up from the table and following suit.
After breakfast, Yae gathered everyone around outside with her usual enthusiastic flair. Well, gathered might be too generous a term since she practically herded you all together. She had to ask the film crew to chase down Scara who was surprisingly athletic when it came to escaping Yaeâs stupid games. Well, game was a strong word for whatever this was. It was all rigged from the start, Yae wasnât about to pass up an opportunity to get you and Scara paired with your exes on live television.Â
"Could you at least pretend to smile?" Yae sighed, pointing to her lips in an attempt to show him as Scara leaned back, clearly not interested in playing along.
"No," Scara deadpanned, scooting further away from Mona.
âFine, if you wonât sit by her, at least go sit by Yn,â Yae quipped, clearly amused at his indifference.
Surprisingly, Scara did exactly that, stepping over to your side. Seems he found you more tolerable than her.Â
Yae clapped her hands, clearly pleased with herself, and shot a thumbs-up toward the film crew. "Alright, are we all set?" she asked, the microphone in her hand now buzzing with static. "Okay, contestants!" Her voice rang out, louder than before, making everyone jump a little. "Weâll have a quick challenge to see which two couples get to go on a date at Paradise's carnival!â
She lowered the mic, cupping it with her palm and muttering, âObviously, we need those four to win this,â gesturing at you, Scara, Heizou, and Mona. She paused before continuing with a sigh. âBut Iâll get everyone else catering to make up for it.â
"I keep getting my hopes up and forgetting this is all rigged," Childe moaned dramatically from the sidelines, earning a laugh from Diluc, who patted him on the back.
Yae rolled her eyes but wasnât fazed. She raised the mic again, her voice returning to its enthusiastic pitch. âAlright, time for a little competition to earn your prize! You guys are going to participate in a quick trivia game about each other!"
You didnât want to win this, especially not when it involved a fake date, but it was becoming clear there was no escaping it.
The teams were set up, and you ended up paired with Heizou, while Scara was stuck with Mona. Yae started her rounds, and the questions were as ridiculous as you expected. It wasnât a serious trivia challenge, but that didnât make it any less awkward whenever it was your turn. Everyone else was having fun answering, unlike you. You shouldâve known most of the answers about Heizou, but your mind was surprisingly blank on all the details you used to remember.
âYn, whatâs the name of Heizouâs first album?â Yae asked.Â
You blinked, then grimaced. âOooh, can I get a new question?â you asked, trying to deflect.
âItâs called After Hours,â Yae instructed, her voice a little too chipper. "Just say that, and we'll move on."
You hesitated, then awkwardly repeated, âAfter Hours.â
âCorrect!â Yae singsonged, moving on without missing a beat.
You shot Heizou with a sheepish look. âSorry. I swear I did listen to your album... it just... slipped my mind.â
Heizou chuckled, though there was a hint of hesitation in his smile. âItâs fine. Honestly, I wouldnât have remembered the title of yours either if I didnât see it sitting on my shelf every day.â
You blinked, surprised. âYou bought my album?â
Heizou shrugged casually. âYeah, why? Did you not buy mine?â
You pause, âI was broke when I first debuted,â you awkwardly reply, suddenly feeling rather guilty.Â
âDonât worry about it,â Heizou answers, looking the other way.Â
Meanwhile, Scara was making a game out of trying to tank his answers, but Yae didnât even bat an eye. She was too busy setting up the drama.
âNow, Scara, whatâs Monaâs stage name?â Yae asked, shooting him a smile.Â
Scara barely looked up, âStardust?â he says with a bored tone, flicking his gaze to the ceiling like he couldnât care less.
âCorrect!â Yae cheered, almost too enthusiastically.
Lumine, sitting nearby, raised an eyebrow. âWonât people know this is fake? Itâs Astra, isnât it?â she pipes up, âThat wasnât even close.â
Yae waved her hand dismissively. âWeâll voiceover the correct answers later. Donât worry about it.â
âOkay, bonus points for anyone who gets this!â Yae announced with a sly grin. âIf any of your four, apart from Scara, can answer this right, Iâll cut your awkward date short on the island.â Yae adds, looking at you, clearly not expecting you too.
âWhat was Scara going to originally name his debut album?â She asks, grinning.
âHow the hell are we supposed to know that?â Mona muttered, glancing at you, only to be interrupted by your sudden answer.
âMeet Me at Midnight,â you said, almost instinctively, before you even realized what youâd said.
Yaeâs eyes widened, a look of disappointment on her face. âThatâs correct!â she gasped, then immediately slapped a hand to her forehead. âWait, why did I bet on that one?â
Scara turned to look at you, genuinely surprised.
âHow do you know that but not my debut album?â Heizou asks with a surprised laugh.
You shrugged, trying to play it off. âI remember because I told him it was a terrible name for an album,â you said, looking at Scara. âNow itâs just called Midnights.â
âIt was an alright name,â Scara mumbles to himself.
âSure it was.â
Yae, already over it, clapped her hands with exaggerated enthusiasm. âAnd that wraps up our trivia game!â She paused for dramatic effect. âThe top four contestants are... Yn, Scaramouche, Mona, and Heizou!â She feigns a gasp as everyone rolls their eyes, âWhat a twist! You four will be off to the island soon for a double date!â
As everyone else started discussing what food to get Yae to cater, you could feel the weight of your fate hanging over you.
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After the game, everyone else heads back to the dorms for some free time, while the four of you are left to awkwardly prepare for your double date. You couldnât think of anything more awkward as Yae explained how you guys would be spending the day at the carnival on Paradise. Just great.
Once everyone is gathered outside, Jean approaches with a clipboard in hand.
âSo, we need to figure out if you four want to take the helicopter or the boat with the crew to the island,â Jean announces, his voice carrying her usual professional tone, unlike Yae who was having a little too much fun.Â
Your heart sinks at the mention of the helicopter. You try to act casual, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, but you feel your stomach knot. Scara notices the subtle change in your demeanor.
Heizou speaks up with an excited grin. âWouldnât the helicopter be a nicer view? Plus, itâs quicker.â
Mona, standing beside him, nods in agreement, her smile sweet and sincere. âI think the helicopter would be lovely,â she says, her eyes flicking toward Scara. Itâs a small, calculated glance. You canât help but feel a pang of discomfort.
You force yourself to keep a neutral expression, trying not to give away how uncomfortable you feel. You hate flying. The last time you were in a helicopter, you barely made it through without a panic attack. And Scara had been there to witness it. You donât want to relive that embarrassing moment, especially not with Heizou and Mona around.
Clearing your throat, you try to sound casual, although your voice betrays you with a slight tremor. âIâll just go on the boat, if thatâs okay,â you say, not looking at anyone directly. There. Perfectly played. Totally.
Heizou gives you an amused look. âOh? Your loss,â he says with a grin, his tone light and teasing. âThe helicopterâs way more scenic.â
But then, to your surprise, Scara speaks up, his voice flat as always. âIâll take the boat too,â he mutters, already turning away as if the conversation had never mattered to him. He starts walking toward the dock without another word.
You blink, taken aback. Mona looks at Scara in surprise, clearly expecting him to choose the faster, more fun option. But Scara just keeps walking, his footsteps heavy with disinterest. He doesnât look back.Â
Jean shrugs, unfazed. âAlright then. Weâll all meet at the carnival on the other island.â She gestures for the crew to follow you two, and the tension seems to dissipate as everyone moves on to their respective transport.
You follow without saying anything, still processing Scaraâs response. It wasnât like he had to take the boat. He couldâve gone with Mona. And yet, here he was, going with you.
Once aboard the boat, the sunlight shimmers across the water, making everything feel a little more serene. The boat rocks gently beneath your feet, and you settle in, stealing glances at Scara, whoâs staring out at the horizon with his usual unreadable expression. His posture, though, seems stiffer than usual.
âThanks for coming on the boat,â you say, breaking the silence. Your voice sounds too loud against the stillness of the water, and for a moment, you regret even saying it. The awkwardness of it hangs between you like an unwanted presence.
Scara doesnât answer immediately. His eyes stay fixed on the water, but after a few beats, he finally shrugs. âDidnât wanna sit next to Mona,â he mutters lowly, as if the answer is self-explanatory.
âAlright,â you reply, though the simple response feels like it doesnât quite cover the weight of the situation. But still, you canât ignore the fact that he chose to sit with you instead of her. âBut still.â
You had been disappointed when Heizou boarded the helicopter without you, but you didnât blame him. Things had been rather awkward since breakfast, and there was no way to get around it.
Scara shifts in his seat, his eyes flicking toward the water as he says, âWhatever. Itâs fine. You donât have to thank for shit like this.â His voice is as nonchalant as ever, but you can sense thereâs more to it. You donât push it though, choosing to remain quiet, happy just to have the ground beneath your feet. After all, not dangling thousands of feet in the air is a small victory.
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You arrive a bit later than Heizou and Mona, who are already waiting for you both on the island, standing near the carnival entrance.
âAlright, Yae and I will be on the boat while you four go on your date, in your ears,â Jean explains, skimming through what was on her clipboard. âJust go explore the carnival together, and please, try to keep it civil.â Her gaze lingers on Heizou and Scara as she says that last part.
âActually, I think theyâre adding some good drama,â Yae whispers to Jean, her voice carrying a playful note.
âThereâs a line between drama and full on fighting,â Jean sighs, clearly unamused.
Once the film crew is situated, Yae starts her spiel again, her voice ringing out through a mic.
âAlright, the winning pairs have arrived and will be having their double date here at Paradise's carnival!â Yae says enthusiastically. âYou four must stick together as you explore the attractions! No running off now! Have fun!â she singsongs.
âWhere to first?â Heizou hums, his eyes scanning the map board in front of you all.
âMaybe some games?â Mona suggests with a bright smile.
âSure,â you reply, even though the idea of spending the day with your ex and Scara on a date makes your stomach twist in awkward knots. Scara, as usual, hangs back, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he follows behind the group with no real enthusiasm. You donât blame him.
The smell of buttered popcorn and sugary cotton candy drifts through the air as you walk through the carnival. The place is mostly empty, though you suspect the company rented the space out just for you all. Itâs quiet in a way that almost feels like a trap.
âThis one looks fun,â you say, pointing to a ring toss game in front of you.
âWould you like to win something for your date?â The man working the booth asks Heizou, waving some rings around.
Heizou grins, catching your eye. âSure, which plush is catching your eye, Yn?â
You glance at the display and point to a penguin plush. âI guess the penguinâs pretty cute.â
âFive tries,â the worker explains, handing Heizou the rings, âThree to win.â
Heizou takes the rings and tosses the first one, missing by a wide margin. One miss. Two miss. Three miss. Four miss. Five... another miss. Heizou manages to miss every single one, which, frankly, seems impressive in its own right. You start to wonder if the game is rigged.
Scara, who had been watching with mild amusement, canât help but chuckle at Heizouâs pathetic attempts. Mona pats him on the back sympathetically, equally entertained.
âSorry, Yn,â Heizou says with a sheepish grin, clearly embarrassed.
âItâs fine,â you say, rubbing him awkwardly on the shoulder.
âHow about you?â The worker asks, nodding towards Scara. âWant to try and win your pretty lady something?â
âWin me the cat plush,â Mona says, folding her arms with a smirk as she glances over at Scara.
Scara rolls his eyes but takes the rings with a lazy flick of his wrist. His first throw barely makes it off his hand, landing miles away from the bottles.
âOh no. I lost,â he says in his usual monotone voice, clearly throwing the game on purpose.
Even so, Heizou seizes the opportunity to provoke Scara. âSee? Youâre no better than me,â he teases, his voice light.
Scara gives him a glare as he raises his hand again. âActually, Iâll take another round.â
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. He easily lands all five rings around the bottles. The worker blinks, clearly surprised.
The man reaches for the cat plush Mona had pointed to earlier, but Scara interrupts.
âThat one.â He points to the penguin plush you had chosen earlier. His voice is flat, but you wonder if heâs doing it to spite you.
Instead he grabs the penguin and tosses it over to you without a word.
âAt least one of us can actually win a plush,â he says, smirking at Heizou before walking off towards the next stall. Mona sighs and follows him.
You look down at the penguin in your hands, still processing what just happened. Heâd won, but heâd also given it to you.Â
Every game after that is a repeat of the same pattern: Heizou trying (and failing) to win, and Scara effortlessly collecting plushies. By the time you leave the stall, youâre carrying an absurdly large pile of stuffed animals. Youâre forced to hand them off to one of the cameramen just to be able to walk around. You almost feel guilty, offering Mona the cat plush sheâd wanted earlier.
Soon, the date devolves into nothing more than Heizou and Scara making bets with each other as you and Mona trail behind, quietly watching them one-up each other in a strange unspoken rivalry.Â
âHey,â Mona says, nudging you gently. âLetâs sneak away.â She nods towards the rides you havenât touched yet. âYou were eyeing the swings.â
You look over at Heizou and Scara, who are too absorbed in their competition to notice anything else. The worker at the fishing game is giving them a look of horror as they try to fish rubber ducks out of a tiny pool.
âYou know what?â you say, relieved by the chance for a break. âYeah, letâs go.â
She grabs your hand and tugs you along toward the swings, placing the cat plush between you two as you hop onto the ride.
As the swings start to rise, you glance over at Mona. Sheâs screaming with excitement. You canât help but smile at her, but the smile quickly fades as you find yourself wondering about something. What happened between her and Scara? You know the basic gist of it from what your fans post on social media and from what gossip Xiao has passed on to you, but the Mona youâre seeing now feels oddly different from the one whoâd dated Scara.
The ride slows, and you look down to see Heizou and Scara finally noticing that youâve gone missing. Scara looks up, and you and Mona wave at him as the ride speeds past.
Once youâre off the ride, you suggest grabbing some snacks before Heizou and Scara catch up.
âChocolate churros sound good?â you ask, already feeling the weight of the strange tension between the group. Mona agrees, walking up to the food stall to ask for a few.
You find a bench to settle on as you wait, the stillness between you and Mona only slightly alleviated by the warmth of the churros.
âThanks for dragging me away,â you say, looking over at her. âI had fun.â
âNo problem,â Mona hums, her voice light as she takes a bite. âBesides, I wanted to check out the rides too. And bonus, got to make Scara upset.â
You glance down at the churros at that, having the urge to ask her about what really went down between her and Scara. But it isnât quite your place to ask.Â
Your train of thought is interrupted when Mona reaches out, brushing some chocolate off your lips.
âYou got somethingâŠâ she murmurs, her face much closer to yours than you expected.
You blink, caught off guard by how close sheâs sitting to you. She seems so casual about it, but you start to wonder if she has a different intention than just being friendly.
âHuh?â you murmur, turning towards her.
âShh,â she whispers, her palm caressing your cheek as she pulls her hand back. âHeâs watching.â
Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Heizou and Scara making their way toward you. Scaraâs gaze is unreadable, but his stare is piercing.
âJust wanted to make him jealous,â Mona smiles mischievously, her hand gently pinching your cheek.
You try to mask the surprise that rises in you as you look up at Scara. His expression remains neutral, but thereâs something unsettling about the way heâs staring. Mona seems to notice too.
âSorry for abandoning you guys,â Heizou apologizes, looking sheepish as you hand him your extra churro. âGot too caught up in competition.â
Scara says nothing. He doesnât seem at all sorry for leaving you both. He takes the seat next to you, not Mona, whoâs holding out a churro for him. His eyes flicker over to her before settling back on you.
âWe should all ride something together before we leave,â you suggest, trying to shake off the tension. âHow about a coaster?â
âSure,â Heizou hums, though you can hear the hesitation in his voice.
Scara shrugs, nonchalant as always. âWhatever.â
The rest of the night drifts by in a blur of rides and laughter, though itâs hard to tell just how much fun Scaraâs actually having. He never fully cracks a smile, his face as unreadable as ever, but thereâs something about the way his posture relaxes just slightly on the rollercoaster that makes you think heâs enjoying it at least a little bit. Heizou, on the other hand, is the opposite and makes it known how much fun heâs having. Heâs as animated as ever as he throws flirty comments your way between rides.Â
The weirdness from earlier fades between you and Heizou, especially as he ends up sitting next to you on every ride, his easy smile gradually putting you at ease.Â
But Scara? Heâs hard to read. He follows along without complaint, occasionally joining in on the banter between you and Heizou, but when heâs not pulling one of his usual stony expressions heâs somewhere else. You catch him staring off into the distance as the carnival lights flicker in the fading sunset, his gaze fixed on something beyond you. Itâs moments like these that make you wonder whatâs really going on in that head of his. Something you never used to care about before.
Before you know it, the night sky has fully taken over, the bright carnival lights casting long shadows behind you. You pause for a moment, just long enough to breathe in the cool air, the faint smell of popcorn and sweets still lingering in the breeze.Â
Mona and Heizou end up walking ahead, chatting about something or the other. Meanwhile, Scara trails along beside you. He doesnât speak, but he doesnât walk ahead either. You almost feel like you should say something, if only to break the silence, but youâre not sure how to approach it.
âThanks for the plushies, by the way,â you pipe up, the words feeling almost too casual, but you donât know what else to say. Your hand instinctively grips one of the stuffed animals, the penguin that Scara had won for you. Youâd given the rest to the crew, but you wanted to hold onto this one. The soft plush feels comforting against your palm.Â
Scara doesnât immediately respond. You can feel his eyes on you for a brief second, before he looks back down at the ground, his expression unreadable. âNo need,â he says in his usual flat tone, like itâs no big deal.
âDidnât think Iâd see you giving out prizes, Scara,â you say, the words slipping out before you can stop them. You try to make it sound lighthearted, but your voice catches a little on the last word. âYou seemed pretty determined to win... for Mona.â
âIt wasnât for her,â he immediately says. But then, after a beat, he answers, his voice a little softer than usual, âI just didnât want to hear Heizou gloat.â
âBesides,â he adds, eyeing the plush in your hand, âit looks better with you.â His steps slow, just slightly, and for a moment you think heâs about to say something else, but then he just keeps walking towards the dock.
You stand there for a second, a little caught off guard by his words. The air between you two feels charged. He said it so nonchalantly, like it didnât matter, but there was something in the way he said it that made you wonder if it did.
With a small sigh, you hurry to catch up with him. As you walk alongside him, you canât help but glance at the penguin plush in your hand, still unsure of what to make of this strange, quiet moment between you.
àšà§â§
Since you and Scara had chosen to go by boat you two had to wait a while longer for it to arrive. Mona and Heizou were already off to the island as you stood by the beach. You look over and see Scara sitting by himself.
He was sitting by the edge of the dock, legs dangling just above the water, his posture tense as he stared out at the horizon with a detached sort of focus. Â
You werenât stupid, you knew he was trying to be alone. But with the way heâd been acting off all day and was now sitting out here by himself you felt your chest twist with something. Something that made you carry your feet over to him.Â
You hesitated for a moment, watching the way the wind tousled his hair and how he drew circles in the water with his feet.
"Scara," you called out, your voice quiet.
He didnât respond.
You sighed, stepping closer. "Kuni," you tried again.Â
This time, he turned his head, his eyes flicking toward you, just enough to acknowledge your presence. He said nothing, but he scooted over on the small dock.
You hesitated for a second before taking a few steps and sitting next to him at the edge of the dock. The tension between you two was still thick and unresolved.
âSoâŠâ you began, trying to break the silence with casual ease. âItâs weird with our exes, huh?â
He let out a low, almost inaudible sigh, his eyes returning to the water. âYeah.â His voice was flat. He was frustrated, whether it was with Mona, with Heizou, you, or himself, you couldnât tell, but you figured it was a mix of all of it.Â
You watched him for a moment, then took a breath, deciding to ask something that had been nagging at you since breakfast. âHow do you remember the blueberry thing?â you asked, eyes narrowed in curiosity.
Scaraâs gaze flicked to you again, and this time, he raised an eyebrow, as if the answer was obvious. âWhy wouldnât I remember?â
His tone was casual, but there was a sharpness to it that made your chest tighten slightly. Youâd never really considered that all the times youâd argued, all those little details, would stick with him over the years.Â
The silence stretched between you two, and you looked down, finally noticing the cigarette hanging loosely from his fingers.
âI thought you quit,â you said, offhandedly, trying to push the knot in your chest aside.
He didnât even glance at you. âDonât worry, I did,â he muttered, voice as indifferent as always. âI just carry one around.â He doesnât question how you know about him quitting.
You were unsure if you should press further, so instead you just hummed in acknowledgment. Youâre about to stand up and leave when Scaraâs voice breaks through the quiet once more with a question of his own.
âSo, you and Heizou?â he asks.Â
âYeah, a long time ago,â you say, your tone more guarded than you intended. You didnât think heâd ever cared about it. Then again, maybe he was just being nosy, as usual.
âWhy didnât you date him?â Scara asked, his eyes still trained on the water, watching the waves as they lapped lazily at his feet. He absentmindedly twirled the cigarette between his fingers, but you could feel his attention on you. You always could.
âI donât know," you said after a long pause, your voice quieter. Your throat tightened. You hadnât thought about Heizou in a long time. "He switched companies, and then... I debuted." You shrugged slightly, trying to make the words sound casual. âNo time, or whatever.â You hated how unconvincing that sounded, but there it was.
Scara didnât look at you, but you could feel his gaze. Then, after a moment, he said something that made your throat tighten even more.
âYou have the time now, donât you?â
You blinked at the question. For a few seconds, you didnât answer. Three years had passed since then. Three years of nothing. You could have found the time. You could have sent a message or tried to find him after a concert, maybe even crossed paths at some industry event. You could have tried. But instead, you were caught up in everything that had come afterâŠyouâd been occupied with Scara.Â
You spared a glance towards him, but he wasnât looking at you. He never looked at you when the questions got too close to something real. He was staring at the water, still twirling the cigarette between his fingers, but there was an unreadable expression in his face.
âI was occupied, to be honest,â you said, your voice unsteady.
He scoffed, âWith what? Your other ten exes I donât know about?â
âWith you.â
There was a brief, charged silence. The weight of your words hung in the air, and you didnât even understand what you meant. He didnât respond immediately. Instead, he continued twirling the cigarette, his fingers moving mechanically. But you could feel his gaze shift towards you, sharper now. The unreadable expression on his face faltered just for a moment, but it was gone before you could place it.
Finally, he huffed out a breath, leaning back slightly, âWhatever. Not my problem,â he glances at you, âCanât blame me for that.â
"Yeah, sure." You paused, your voice softer now, tinged with frustration and something else you couldnât quite name, âBut arguing does take up a lot of time.â
He didnât answer right away. What was there to say? You could feel the unspoken weight of the past between you two, the years of frustration, of unspoken words.Â
All of the time that had slipped away, together but apart.
But instead, he just exhaled sharply, pulling himself to his feet with a lazy, practiced motion. He tucks his unlit cigarette away as he reaches his palm towards you. He hoists you up with ease, and you stumble a bit on the dock. His other arm grabs your waist to steady you before letting go, his touch lingering for a moment longer than he needed to.
âThe boatâs here,â he murmurs, eyeing you.Â
You stare at his hand, your waist still warm from the brief contact, and then at the boat approaching in the distance. The night is settling in, the world around you dimming as the sky deepens to purple and dark blue. The quiet between you is thick, like the air before a storm, and for a moment, you canât tell if youâre relieved or frustrated that heâs not saying anything else.
You swallow, a mix of something bitter and sweet twisting in your chest. âYeah. Guess we should go.â
But as he walks, his pace a little faster than before, you catch the faintest of glances over his shoulder. His gaze meets yours for a fleeting second, almost like he wants to say something but stops himself.Â
And just like that, heâs gone, stepping onto the boat with the same indifference he always carries.
[00:00:00] GUEST INTERVIEW TAKE ONE
YAE: What's your name, my beautiful queen?
JEAN: Oh God, cut!
[00:00:03] GUEST INTERVIEW TAKE TWO
YAE: [SIGHS] What's your name?
MONA: [LAUGHS] It's Mona! You all know me.
JEAN: How has your first week on the island been?
MONA: Honestly, weird. Scaramouche has been giving me the nastiest side eye but I still want him to at least acknowledge me, and Y/N is so socially awkward it kind of hurts andâ
YAE: Haha, so funny! [PAINED LAUGH] What about a good thing?
YAE: [WHISPERS] This isn't a good look for you, Mona.
MONA, STILL TALKING: - and you know, Fischl is beautiful, but how am I supposed to talk to her? I know I'm a bad bitch, but I can't fumble this one. It'll be so bad for my image and-oh, sorry, did you ask me something?
JEAN: What's... what's a good thing about your first week here. [SOUNDS PAINED]
MONA: Oh! Getting to tan. I'm so pale being inside all day as an idol, it's nice to get some sun. [SMILES]
YAE: Cut!
[00:00:00] POST DOUBLE DATE INTERVIEW
YAE: So, how are you feeling about our guests?
YN: You are an evil woman for bringing them here.
YAE: [GIGGLES] Right? Iâm so good at this.
YN: Seeing Heizou was a little awkward, but I think weâre okay now?
YAE: Any sparks flying?Â
YN: Iâm not sure, I donât think so.
YAE: And what are your thoughts on Mona?
YN: Well, she was nice�
YAE: [RAISES A BROW AND GESTURES FOR YOU TO CONTINUE]
YN: Well, she was nice on the date. But looking back I think she was just trying to get a reaction out of Scara [SIGHS] I still had fun though.
YAE: I see all those plushies your not date won for you [WIGGLES HER EYEBROWS SUGGESTIVELY] That was romantic, right?
YN: [WAVES HER OFF] He was just competing with Heizou!
YAE: [GROANS LOUDLY]Â
JEAN: Donât mind herâ
LISA: [ALSO GROANING BEHIND THE CAMERA]
YN: Archons, sorry.Â
YAE: Yeah, you should be. Open your eyes.Â
YN: Theyâre open I swear! [PUTS HANDS UP]
YAE: Hmph. CUT!
stuck with you!
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btw chapter eleven is when yn mentions they donât like blueberries, told ya it would come back (and sorry again if u actually like them, replace it with a fruit u hate)
also typo slide 27 itâs supposed to say yn weverse update
me tryna figure out how to do backstory: twitter thread! more scaramona backstory next chapter so be patient xx
i cudnt fit the written text below pic in this as much so make sure u read all the written parts!
also scara only saying his body count after yn shows interest i know what u r
pls comment or send me an ask if u enjoyed i need motivation đ€
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notes â wow 3 updates in one month merry christmas also btl easter egg who caught that
synopsis â after the disaster that was the live award show, where you and scaramouche got into an argument on stage after both of your groups got a tie for top artists, your guys' PR teams have been in shambles trying to scrape up your mess. that's when the idea to send you both off with some other idols to a remote location for a survival dating show to mend your public image comes up. before you know it your bags are packed and youâre on a plane to a remote island. the only obligation is you need to end up with scaramouche at the end of the show, whether you end up liking him or not doesnât matter to your managers as long as the showâs ratings stay high. whatever you do in between to get there is up to you!
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I adore your best friend's older sister! Sevika headcanons, literally been rereading since last night đ«
I had a thought, a little crumb, a little âšfood for thought âš, but what about Best friend's older sister! Sevika getting jealous. Maybe they aren't together yet and she spots reader getting a lil too cozy with another friend. Or maybe they are together and Sevika is not liking the way reader's coworker is gettin a lil too comfy đđ€
I've truly thought about this too often lol, sorry for the rambles âĄ
best friend's older sister!sevika getting jealous <3
note to anon: BAE DON'T APOLOGIZE THIS IDEA IS SOOOO <33 and omg thank you so so much!! I'm so happy you like it hehe. so, I decided to expand upon the first idea you gave because it's so so good, though I LOVE both. like, thank you so much for sending these thoughts AHHH <33
so, I totally agree with you that best friend's older sister!sevika would definitely be possessive. it's only worsened pre-confession because you're not hers yet, so she doesn't feel like she has much of a right to do anything about it. at least if you guys were together, she could wrap her arm around your waist or kiss your head, something silent to signify to others that you're hers.
but, as much as you two have teased and been pushing and pulling these past few months, that's all it's been. push, pull, push, pull. no confession, no asking out, no dates. and, listen, sevika doesn't mind the long game necessarily -- she knew from the get go that if she was gonna be pursuing you, it'd have to be serious. she wasn't about to get into some vague, unidentified shit with her sister's best friend. not only would her sister kill her for that, but it's not even what she's interested in in the first place. it's easy to talk to you, to trust you. it's easy to want something longterm with you. but, longterm means she needs to put in the work of trusting you. and for her, that takes a while. so, she doesn't mind the long game.
what she does mind, though, is that taking things slow means that in this whole getting-to-know-you phase, she doesn't know exactly where your head is at. if you want something serious, if you're ready for a relationship. she knows she should be asking you these questions, but as much as she hates to admit it, it makes her uncomfortable to think of being so honest about these feelings of hers. and what being honest could potentially lead to, like a pierce into your guys' relationship, whatever the hell it is.
but, goddammit, is it fucking hard to not grab you, drag you to her room and show you exactly how she feels when you're on the living room couch, canoodling up to one of the girls in yours and her sister's friend group. she knows how it is for you guys. no boundaries, endless amounts of teasing, flirting, nasty jokes. but, that doesn't make it any easier to see you nuzzling your head into one of their shoulders, the two of you swapping and laughing hysterically over suggestive comments about leaving the room to do some "private activities."
sevika grits her teeth from where she can hear the conversation, gripping the handle to the fridge hard. she sucks in a sharp breath, shakes her head, and grabs her bottle of water from the side shelf. shutting it close quietly, she makes her way to her bedroom, sock-clad feet heavy against the wood.
when she walks past your group, practically cuddled in the living room, she nods quietly at the group of you guys, feeling her shoulders tense up when you and her make eye contact. your head darts off your friend's shoulder, and she nearly snickers. you really aren't subtle when it comes to paying her attention. and today, she doesn't feel like returning it, her stomach clenched in anger over the unabashed flirting she just overheard.
she's in the middle of tinkering at her desk, tweaking some annoying shit that keeps making a scraping noise every few hours, when a knock comes to her room.
"yeah?" she mutters, trying not to throw the screwdriver right at the wall.
when you poke your head in, she glances at your momentarily before continuing her work. she hates how her stomach flips at your arrival, how she suddenly feels clumsy with the tools under your gaze.
"what?"
you start from where you lean on her doorframe. "I just, um, wanted to check if we're good?"
"just peachy," she huffs out, dragging her wrist past her brow, which is sticky with sweat. "why?"
"well, um..." you trail off, shifting on your feet. "you usually smile or say hi now, and right now, you didn't."
she feels a flash of irrational annoyance. she doesn't like the fact that you can read her so easily, as though you have her constantly under a microscope. she doesn't wanna have to deal with her jealousy, her feelings, but you cornering and confronting her like this doesn't make that easy.
"I'm fine."
she blinks hard at the gears when her bedroom door softly clicks shut.
"no, you're not. sevika, come on, what's wrong?" you trot over to her desk, standing right next to her, shoving your presence into her space. "tell me."
she sighs, her body stiff with embarrassment and irritation at your stubbornness. god, things would be so much easier if you weren't so damn feisty, always snapping back at her. but, at the same time, though she'd never tell you, she can't help but like your persistence.
"do you have to be so damn flirty with all your friends?" she bites, immediately regretting the words as soon as they shoot out. so much for subtlety.
your head jerks back. "that's why you're upset? sevika, I've always flirted with them, you know that. I'm sure you've seen your fair share of it for years now."
"yeah, well, now, it's different." she keeps her eyes locked onto the desk, and when she realizes just how thinly veiled the implication of her words are, she rushes to add, "now, I think it's risky shit. you know, someone could get the wrong idea."
you scoff. "it's been like this for years. no one will get the wrong idea."
she rolls her eyes, grumbling incoherent words. she knows you're right. she's made her own fair share of jokes like that with her buddies, even the ones she wouldn't be caught dead with in any lifetime. and you're right, your little gang has always been like this. but, none of that helps to dampen the burning irritation that grows in her stomach when she sees you being so touchy with someone who isn't her. with someone who may think they have a chance with you, no matter how slim. she doesn't want you to have options, she wants to be the only one you see in that way.
"and I don't want you to get the wrong idea, either."
she freezes at the words, her hand stilling.
you inch in closer and your warm palm rests on her shoulder. she feels something stir inside her at the touch, wishing you'd slide the rest of your hand down her arm. you guys have touched briefly, sure, but it's usually fleeting, teasing. this, though? this is tender, and -- it's intimate. you're trying to reassure her, she can tell. she knows it's a nice thing to do, but a part of her cringes at the fact that her feelings were so badly concealed that you even needed to comfort her at all. she should be better than this.
"I don't see anyone in my group like that, okay?" you pause, and the silence between you two thickens. right before it becomes suffocating to the point of sevika forcing herself to respond, you add, your voice quiet and shaky, "trust me, it's not my friends whose attention I want like that. just one other person... who's close by."
her nostrils flare, her breaths feeling tighter than before. are you saying what she thinks you are?
"okay," she manages to get out.
"okay." your hand slips from her shoulder, and she feels the cold of your absence as you turn to leave. without thinking, her hand flies up, catching yours.
your head whips to her in surprise, eyes wide and curious.
she thumbs at your pulse point, some of her confidence regaining through feeling how it spikes. but, still, there's an undercurrent of discomfort, so she tries to steady her voice before saying, "you know, I have a pretty good shoulder too."
you laugh, ducking your head down. sevika tries not to pull you in closer, coax you to look at her when she talks. "yes, I'm sure you do," you respond, a sarcastic lilt to your voice.
"well, obviously. you're always checking me out when I work out."
you splutter, eyebrows scrunched indignantly. "well, that's because you insist on working out in front of us always! for all I know, maybe you're the one who's into someone in our group."
your voice is mocking, but sevika hears the tremors of it towards the end. are you nervous that she maybe is into someone else but you? or are you hopeful it's you?
you gave her a bit of assurance, so she might as well return the favour.
"maybe there is someone I'm trying to impress. someone who'd maybe notice that more if they weren't always shoving their face in other people's chests."
she can see how your eyes bulge at the semi-confession, your palm slick with sweat in her hand. your mouth flaps open for a few seconds, before shakily saying, "well, you did offer yourself up as a substitute."
her cheeks ache with how hard she's trying not to grin too widely. "don't get too excited."
you wring your hand from her grip, smiling coyly as you reach for her doorknob. "I'll try to contain myself."
#WROTE THIS IN A RUSH BC I'M HEADING OUT SOON BUT I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY HEHE#not proofread I'm sorryyyy#s.writing#sevika#sevika x reader#sevika x you#arcane x you
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-> Gallery curator!reader x bitter artist!Soap
CW: 18+ MDNI, oral in a truck, pushy soap, touchy soap
Oneshot - 1.2k words - dividers -> @/cafekitsune
Johnnyâs a bit disgruntled about not getting into a gallery show. Thereâs an easy way to remedy that.
âNo.â You spoke curtly, gaze steady on the man across the table from you sporting a gnarled scar from his temple that drew all the way back behind his ear. âIâm really sorry Mr. MacTavish, thereâs nothing I can do to get you in the show coming up-â
âJohnny.â He interrupted.
âP-pardon?â You asked
âNone of thaâ Mr. MacTavish Bull. Been pissing me off since our first appointment.â He grumbled, hand lifting to rub at this neck; staying there to massage and pick at his skin as he tried a different angle. His brows drew upwards and he shot you sad eyes. âAhâve been dreaming of this show, truly.â
You pinched the bridge of your nose. You were a high end gallery curator, not customer support. âLook, Iâm sorry Mr-â You were cut down by a sharp glare. â-Johnny.â You sighed. âIâm sorry, Johnny, I donât have the final say in this, Iâm only a small part of the process.â Your fingers fumbled with the espresso you had ordered. âBetween us? Your workâs stunning, but you just donât have enough of it and it didnât quite fit this showâs theme. If you just work on growing your portfolio, Iâm sure youâll be a perfect candidate for one in the future and-â
âCan yeâ guarantee that?â He bit.
Your eye twitched. âIâm trying to help you here, Johnny.â You watched his eyes glaze over.
âFine, wanted to get in the damn show just teâ fuck yeâ anyways.â You choked loudly, looking around to find some other cafe patrons sparing glances your way as he leaned back into his seat with an unfocused grin, the poor chair straining audibly under his bulk. âBeen thinking about biting into yerâ plump ass since our first appointment. Dinnae give a fuck about the show.â He was lying to your face; partially at least, you could tell, and he could tell that you could tell.
His nose bridge twitched in the phantom of a flexing snarl as his hand ambled upwards to fuss with the deep ridges of his healed-over scar before flying down to encase your own. His hands were clammy with his skinâs residue and when you maneuvered to recoil, he turned your palm over in his; an excuse to hold on. âFuck, ahâm messing this up royally, arenât I?â
âThereâs nothing to mess up, Mr. MacTavish.â
His eyes narrowed almost indiscernibly before closing. âOch- ahâve messed up but yeâve already broken my heart with the whole gallery thing, Dinnae stomp on it with this.â He swallowed. âOne date?â He asked as if he hadnât just been talking about wanting to fuck you.
You grimaced, were you ovulating? âNo gallery talk?â
âNone. Swear on it.â He promised, eyes dilated slightly.
He was your type if you really squinted, and clearly you were his. âFine, you have my cell-â
He practically pulled you up, a blinding smile on his lips. âFuck, yerâ so gorgeous, yeâ got here in a cab, right? Let me take yeâ back to the gallery.â You shot a warning glare. âNot for me, Bonnie, Oath.â His palm made contact with the base of your spine, blunt fingers dipping under your shirt hem and rubbing at the new found flesh idly. âYeâ bring a coat, Bonnie? Cold as sin out there.â
You nodded, reaching for the garment. He was faster though- long, stupidly thick arm reaching behind you to grab the coat. âArms out.â Johnny smiled, eager to get out of the coffee shop. You blushed, embarrassed with a sharp look on your face directed at the floor. You could do it yourself, and yet, you obliged, letting him slip the sleeves on.
Outside, you shivered in the biting cold, breath rising in a cloud before you. Johnny gripped your arms and rubbed. âAch- fucking freezing out, letâs get ye warmed up in my truck. Had a friend put heated seats in cheap.â He boasted, guiding you into a parking garage while remaining glued to your side. He stuck to you even as you ascended a level despite your best efforts to slow down and let him go first.
His truck was exactly what you had pictured for a guy like him. Economic but well-loved; jewel tone teal with a few nicks here and there. Opening the door for you, he helped you in with a splayed palm firmly groping at your ass. âYeâ want the heated seat on? Itâs aftermarket so itâs a bit tough to figure out.â You nodded, rubbing your hands together to warm them up.
With one hand on your thigh, he reached the other over your lap to fiddle with the heat. âThere.â He grinned, newly free hand patting your other thigh and staying put. âBonnie.â He hummed.
You nodded.
His eyes flicked downwards, throat bobbing. âCan ahâve a taste?â Your eyes widened. âYer cunt.â He tacked on, in case you werenât already more than aware. âWant âer so bad, been having wicked thoughts about this all morning.â
You let out the breath you had held in then nodded, cheeks flushed.
He wasted no time going for your buttons and yanking your underwear down literally just far enough to slot his jaw between your legs. Hot breath fanned your cunt with a shaky exhale before he was diving in. You wondered how he could breathe with his face pushed so far into your pussy- then again maybe he wasnât with how he was so preoccupied mashing his mouth against it.
His nose nudged past your clit as his broad tongue laved unendingly across your folds sloppily, paying the designated attention to the bud before he zeroed back in on your hole. âMmph-â he breathed out after sometime, hot air creating a small pocket before he practically inhaled it back in.
You werenât even cognizant of the fact that your hands were firmly woven into his overgrown Mohawk until you were using it to hold him down against you as you came on his jaw. The sounds Johnny made had let you know he was grateful, happily continuing to lap at your slick like a starved animal. You swear he whined when you pulled his head back up too. Like a starved animal.
His pupils were blown and he was practically vibrating as he wiped at his jaw before proceeding to lick at his hand; all while making eye contact as you buttoned up your jeans, thighs clenched together. He pulled the hem of his shirt up to wipe at his mouth before straightening up and walking to the driverâs side door.
He was oblivious to your bashful silence as he chatted your ear off over the old, staticky radio for the entire ride back to your workplace. â-Yeâll have to come by my studio space sometime, help me in the right direction with my work.â He winked, one hand squeezing your thigh as he pulled into the gallery parking lot. His old truck stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the nice cars as he put the car in park. âStay warm ferâ me, bonnie.â He beamed, patting your thigh before you hopped out, feeling uncomfortably sticky. You nodded and scurried off to the front door of the gallery, colleagues sending you curious glances. For a curator commonly perceived as high maintenance around the gallery, you looked awfully unkempt.
you froze, turning around in horror upon hearing Johnny lay on the horn to get your attention.
âCall yeâ tonight.â He hollered with a shit eating grin.
#(fromsoft font) pussy eaten#john soap mactavish#soap#soap x reader#john soap mactavish x reader#x reader#cloth writes
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Neighbour!141 and how they get your attention.
Neighbour!Price who is constantly offering you help. Sees some furniture boxes at your door and is offering to put it together for you. No? Well surely you need some tools at least, make it all easier. No no he doesnât mind truly. He doesnât want you trying to fix everything up with just an allen key now does he?
Shovels your side walk, up to your door even. When you come to him the next day all apologetic and saying that you were just about to do it, seriously he didnât need to. He just brushes you off saying that âbirds donât need to be out doin that.' Itâs okay, he was doing his anyway.Â
Listening when you complain about your shitty landlord who has yet to do anything about your faulty water heater. Youâre in those shorts heâs only seen through the window, arms crossed and rambling as he thumbs at the valves.Â
âItâs a no go bird. You gotta buy a whole new heating element and get it put in dere. If youâre needin to, you can shower at my place till this gets figureâd out ya?â
Neighbour!Kyle who honestly you see more outside of your neighbourhood than in it. You have no clue how but you two always end up in the same place at the same time.Â
Grocery shopping? Oh he's here too, it has the best deals on produce! Excursion? Oh he just wanted to see the new exhibit at the aquarium just like you, great minds think alike. Eating something in your favourite cafe during your lunch break? He slides in the seat across from you with a playful smile saying âhow its nice to see you here neighbourâ.Â
You donât even know he slipped a tracker in your purse during one of these bump ins.
That's how it starts. A friendship with a man you apparently have so much in common with. You have to with how much you see him at your favourite places. Even that niche little diner that you love as soon as you mention it heâs finishing off its name and talking about how their sweets are so good.
âWhat do you mean you havenât had any? Want me to grab you some next time I go-actually no how about we just go together. I need to see what else youâve been depriving yourself of. Come on, weâll go in the evening when itâs nice and quiet so itâll just be us.â
Neighbour!Johnny who sees the sweet thing living next door and knows he needs to get his hands on you. But heâs smarter than those pretty eyes and dumb grin would let you think. He wants you to come to him. He just needs to prove what a prize he is first.Â
So he finds every chance possible to workout outside.Â
Deliberately does his stretches for his morning run where youâll be able to see while you make your coffee for the morning. Absolutely chuffed when he makes eye contact with you while heâs mid shirt pull. The way you go bug eyed when caught ogling has him ready wanting to ask if you liked the show.
Now, god forbid you have a dog. Heâs making friends through the fence, coming up to your door offering to take the sweet thing on a walk if you want. Truly he would love to have a running buddy please let him take your pupper out. It becomes normal enough that you donât even bat an eye when heâs offering to take your baby out when youâre not home.Â
âI donât mind taking my boy out once in a while. His mamaâs busy but Iâm not. Whereâd you say you keep your outside key?â
Neighbour!Simon who quickly learns that he canât offer to help you round because it comes off asâŠ.creepy. Heâs the one you think is going to tag you with a tracker or follow you to work. The one that has you holding your keys between your fingers when pulling in at night.
So he takes a different approach. Needy, confused, and helpless. A military man entirely unacquainted with domestic duties.
Heâs pathetic in a stuck racoon kind of way. You know you shouldnât trust him but the way youâve heard his smoke alarm go off 3 times in the time youâve been here has you messaging if he wants some of your supper since you made too much. You catch yourself adding far more while cooking just so you have something to drop off to his doorstep.Â
You donât even know how it happened but now youâre in his kitchen teaching him how to make some easy meals with your chicken marinade recipes. Something he wonât burn or over salt. Heâs got you rambling away, so blissfully unaware. Safe in his home, so trusting of him now.. Heâs made so much improvements with you, no more scurrying away the minute heâs a couple feet away.Â
ââm sorry for needin so much from ya. If there's anything I can do just message me ya? Donât matter what time, Iâll come. Anything you need.â
#for anyone who read the tags on my last post#said ex has since messaged me saying he wants to get back together#hopefully that means I'll have more writing fuel#unedited#141#cod mw2#john soap mactavish#soap x reader#simon ghost riley#john price#kyle gaz garrick#gaz x reader#ghost x reader#price x reader#Neighbour!141
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The Sweet Girls' Dilemma: Three is the Answer!!
Christmas Specialđ
Ningning x Rei x Male Reader
word count: 14K
"What the actual fuck?" you mutter, standing frozen in your doorway. The scene before you feels surreal - your two ex-girlfriends, Ningning and Rei, are lounging on your couch like they own the place. They're both dressed festively - Ning in a short red dress that shows off her petite frame, Rei in a green sweater dress that hugs her soft curves.
"Surprise!" Ning chirps, jumping up with that familiar bouncy energy that always made your heart skip. "Merry Christmas Eve!"
"How did you... what are you..." you stammer, still trying to process this bizarre situation. After a long day, you'd been looking forward to a quiet evening alone, since work had made it impossible to make it to your family's house in time. This was the last thing you expected.
Rei gives you that shy smile that never fails to make you melt. "We kind of broke in. Well, not really broke in..."
"I may have kept a copy of the spare key," Ning admits with a mischievous grin. "Don't be mad!"
You run a hand through your hair, overwhelmed. "I'm not mad, just... confused as hell. What's going on here?"
The two girls exchange meaningful looks. Rei fidgets with the hem of her dress. "We've been talking..."
"About you," Ning adds, stepping closer. "About us. All of us."
"Look, we know the history is messy," Rei says, also standing up. Her thick thighs peek out from under the sweater dress as she moves. "The way things ended with both of us..."
"But we figured out the problem!" Ning bounces on her toes excitedly. "We were trying to force you to choose!"
You lean against the wall, head spinning. "What exactly are you suggesting here?"
"We want to try again, daddy" Rei says softly. "Both of us. Together."
"You don't have to pick between us anymore," Ning adds. "We can all be together!"
"Have you both lost your minds?" you ask, but your eyes keep trailing over their bodies. Fuck, they both look incredible tonight. Ning's dress shows off her delicate collarbones, slim waist, those perky little tits that fit perfectly in your hands. And Rei... that sweater dress is doing criminal things to her curves, highlighting her thick thighs and soft stomach that you used to love grabbing.
"Maybe a little," Rei giggles. "But think about it - it makes sense! You loved both of us..."
"Still do," you admit without thinking. Heat rises to your face.
"Exactly!" Ning claps her hands. "And we complement each other perfectly. Rei's the sweet nurturing one, I'm the fun adventurous one..."
"Plus we're already friends," Rei adds. "We talked it all through. We both want this."
Your mind is racing. They're right - you never truly got over either of them. Things ended with Ning because you felt guilty about your growing feelings for Rei. Then things fell apart with Rei because you couldn't stop thinking about Ning. But both of them? Together? The idea sends blood rushing south.
"This is crazy," you mutter, but you can't tear your eyes away from them.
"Crazy good," Ning purrs, pressing against your side. Her small hand trails down your chest. "We missed you so much..."
Rei steps closer on your other side, her soft curves brushing your arm. "Let us show you how much..."
"Fuck," you breathe as Ning's fingers play with your shirt buttons. "Are you sure about this?"
They answer by kissing you - Ning fierce and demanding, Rei sweet and gentle. Your head spins as they take turns claiming your mouth, their different styles driving you wild. Ning nips at your lower lip while Rei soothes it with her tongue.
"Bedroom?" Ning suggests breathlessly.
You nod, unable to form words as they lead you down the hall. Your cock is already straining against your pants just from their kisses.
In the bedroom, they push you to sit on the edge of the bed. Ning straddles one of your thighs while Rei kneels between your legs. The contrast between them is intoxicating - Ning's lithe body in that tight red dress, Rei's lush curves in soft green.
"We've been planning this," Ning whispers in your ear. "Talking about all the things we want to do to you..."
"And with each other," Rei adds with a blush that makes your cock twitch.
You groan as they work together to undress you - Ning unbuttoning your shirt while Rei unfastens your pants. Their hands roam over your exposed skin, relearning your body.
"Fuck, I missed your muscles," Ning purrs, trailing her nails down your chest.
"Still so strong," Rei agrees, squeezing your thighs.
When they've stripped you down to your boxers, they step back to give you a show. Ning unzips her dress slowly, letting it pool at her feet. She's wearing tiny red lace panties and nothing else, her small perky tits on full display.
Rei is more shy, needing encouragement from Ning to pull her sweater over her head. But fuck, the wait is worth it. Her curvy body is wrapped in green lingerie - a lacy bralette struggling to contain her full breasts, matching panties hugging her thick thighs.
"Beautiful," you breathe, drinking in the sight of them. "Both of you are so fucking beautiful."
They beam at the praise, moving closer again. Ning climbs fully into your lap while Rei kneels between your spread legs. Your hands automatically go to Ning's slim waist as she grinds against your erection.
"Want to see something hot?" Ning asks with a wicked grin. At your nod, she turns to Rei. "Come here, baby."
Your cock throbs as your ex-girlfriends kiss each other, soft and sweet at first but quickly growing heated. Ning tangles her fingers in Rei's hair while Rei's hands squeeze Ning's small ass. The sight of them together is better than any porn you've ever watched.
"Holy fuck," you groan. Your hips buck up involuntarily, making Ning gasp into Rei's mouth.
They break apart, lips shiny and pupils blown wide. "Like that?" Ning teases. "We've been practicing..."
"So hot," you manage. Your boxers are tented obscenely now.
Rei's hands slide up your thighs. "Can I...?"
"Please," you breathe. Ning gets off your lap, you lift your hips so she can pull your boxers down, freeing your aching cock.
"Mmm, I missed this cock," Ning purrs, wrapping her small hand around your shaft. "Remember how good he fills us up, Rei?"
Rei nods, licking her lips. "So big..."
They work together, stroking your length with their different techniques. Ning's grip is firm and quick while Rei's touch is softer, teasing. The combination has you throbbing in their hands.
"Fuck, that feels amazing," you groan as they take turns kissing and licking your cock. Ning focuses on the head while Rei works the shaft, their tongues occasionally meeting in the middle.
"Want to see him fuck my throat?" Ning asks Rei with a wicked grin. "He used to make me gag so pretty..."
Rei nods eagerly, watching as Ning wraps her lips around your cock
"Okay, time to show you how much I've missed this big fucking cock," Ning purrs, wrapping her lips around your throbbing head. Her tongue swirls expertly as she takes you deeper, inch by inch, maintaining eye contact the whole time. You groan as she relaxes her throat, taking your full length until her nose presses against your pelvis.
"Holy fuck, that's hot," Rei breathes, watching intently as Ning starts bobbing her head. Drool drips down your shaft as she fucks her own throat on your cock, making obscene wet gagging sounds.
"Show Rei how you used to take it," you growl, gripping Ning's hair. She moans around your length as you start thrusting up into her willing throat. Her eyes water but she doesn't pull back, letting you use her mouth roughly.
After a particularly deep thrust, Ning pulls off with a gasp. "Your turn baby," she tells Rei breathlessly. "Show him that sweet mouth of yours."
Rei leans in eagerly, wrapping her plump lips around your spit-slicked cock. Where Ning was rough and fast, Rei starts slow and sensual, taking you deeper with each bob of her head. Her soft moans vibrate around your shaft.
"That's it," Ning encourages, running her fingers through Rei's hair. "Take that big cock nice and deep. He loves it when you gag on it."
You grip the sheets as Rei picks up speed, her head bobbing faster as she takes you to the back of her throat. She gags slightly but doesn't stop, determined to take your full length like Ning did.
"Fuck yes, choke on that cock," Ning purrs. She guides Rei's head down further until tears form in her eyes. "Doesn't she look pretty gagging on it?"
"So fucking pretty," you groan. Both girls work together now, taking turns sucking and stroking your throbbing length. Ning deep throats you aggressively while Rei focuses on teasing the head with her tongue.
"My turn again," Ning demands after a few minutes. She grabs your cock and guides it back to her mouth, immediately taking you to the base. Her throat contracts around you as she gags, but she just takes you deeper.
"Show off," Rei giggles, but her eyes are dark with lust as she watches Ning's performance. She leans in to lick and suck your balls while Ning continues deep throating you.
The dual sensation has your hips bucking up involuntarily. Ning adjusts her angle to take it, letting you fuck her throat roughly while Rei's tongue works your sack.
"Fuck, your mouth feels amazing," you groan, fisting Ning's hair as she gags around your length. Drool runs down her chin and neck, making a mess of her chest.
When she finally comes up for air, her lipstick is smeared and her eyes are watering. "Miss getting my throat fucked like that," she pants. "Your turn again Rei. Show him how much you've learned."
Rei eagerly wraps her lips around your cock again. This time she doesn't hold back, taking you deep into her throat right away. She gags but pushes through it, bobbing her head faster.
"That's it baby, fuck your throat on his big cock," Ning encourages. She reaches down to play with Rei's tits through her bra as she continues sucking you off.
Your cock throbs as you watch your ex-girlfriends work together to pleasure you. They take turns deep throating you, each with their own technique - Ning rough and demanding, Rei slower but just as deep.
"Want to see something really hot?" Ning asks with a wicked grin. When you nod, she guides your cock between both their mouths. They kiss around the head, tongues swirling together as they share your length.
"Holy fuck," you groan at the sight. Their lips meet around your shaft as they work their way down, taking turns going deeper while the other licks and sucks whatever they can reach.
"Tastes so good," Rei moans, pulling back to catch her breath. Her lipstick is smeared across your cock now too. "Love sharing his cock with you."
Ning responds by deep throating you again, gagging loudly as she takes you to the base. When she pulls back, Rei immediately follows suit, forcing herself down until her nose touches your pelvis.
"Look at these slutty girls, fighting over who can choke on your cock better," Ning purrs. She grabs Rei's hair, holding her down as she gags. "Show him how much you love it baby."
Rei's throat spasms around your length as tears stream down her face, but she doesn't pull back until Ning releases her. She gasps for air when she finally comes up, strings of drool connecting her lips to your cock.
"My turn," Ning demands, immediately swallowing your length again. She bobs her head frantically, making obscene wet sounds as she fucks her own throat on your cock. Rei watches in awe, slowly stroking herself through her panties.
"Fuck, I'm getting close," you warn them, your balls tightening as both girls continue their oral assault. They work together even faster now, determined to make you cum.
"Want to see who can take your load deeper?" Ning suggests breathlessly between sucks. "Whoever makes you cum gets first fuck later."
"Deal," Rei agrees eagerly. She wraps her lips around your cock again, taking you deep into her throat. Her soft moans vibrate around your shaft as she bobs her head faster.
"Don't hog it," Ning complains after a minute, pulling Rei off to take her turn. She immediately starts deep throating you roughly, her nose pressing against your pelvis with each thrust.
They continue trading off, each trying to outdo the other. Ning gags loudly as she forces herself down on your length, while Rei focuses on working her tongue along your shaft as she takes you deep.
"Gonna cum," you groan as the pressure builds. Both girls fight to get their mouths on your cock first.
Ning wins, wrapping her lips around your head just as you start to explode. She takes you deep into her throat, swallowing your first few spurts before pulling back to let Rei have some.
Rei eagerly accepts your cock into her mouth, moaning as you continue cumming. They take turns swallowing your load, passing your throbbing length back and forth between their cum-covered lips.
"Don't waste a drop," Ning orders as Rei sucks the last few spurts from your sensitive cock. When she's done, they kiss deeply, sharing the taste of your cum between them.
You watch in awe as your ex-girlfriends make out, their tongues sliding together as they swap your load. Some of it drips down their chins, making them giggle and lick each other clean.
"Fuck, that was hot," you groan, your cock already starting to harden again at the sight. "You two are incredible."
"Just wait," Ning purrs, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "We're just getting started. I won since I made you cum first, so I get first ride."
"That's fair," Rei agrees with a shy smile, her lips still shiny with your cum and their shared saliva. "But I get to sit on his face while you ride him."
Your cock throbs fully hard again as they discuss their plans.
This is going to be a very interesting Christmas Eve indeed.
"Look how hard he's getting already," Ning notes with satisfaction, wrapping her small hand around your length. "Ready for round two baby?"
You nod eagerly as both girls climb onto the bed with you. Their mouths may have just drained you dry, but watching them share your load has you aching to be inside them again.
"Let's get more comfortable first," Rei suggests, reaching behind to unhook her bra. Her breasts spill free, making your mouth water at the sight.
"Good idea," Ning agrees, hooking her thumbs in her tiny panties. She slides them down her slim legs teasingly slow, revealing her smooth pussy.
You lie back on the bed, stroking yourself as you watch them strip completely naked. The contrast between their bodies is incredible - Ning's petite frame and small perky tits, Rei's soft curves and full breasts.
"Fuck, I missed seeing you both like this," you groan as they crawl toward you on the bed.
"Ready to get that cock inside me?" Ning purrs, straddling your hips. Her small hand wraps around your shaft, guiding it to her dripping entrance. "Been dreaming about riding this big dick again."
"And I've been dreaming about your tongue," Rei adds, pulling her panties aside and moving to straddle your face. Her thick thighs frame your view as she lowers her pussy toward your mouth.
You groan as both girls position themselves - Ning slowly sinking down on your cock while Rei hovers her wet cunt just above your lips. The dual sensation of Ning's tight pussy stretching around you and Rei's sweet scent filling your nostrils has your head spinning.
"Fuck, still so big," Ning moans as she takes you deeper. Her small body trembles as she adjusts to your size. "Stretching my little pussy so good."
You reach up to grip Rei's soft hips, pulling her down onto your eager tongue. She gasps as you immediately start licking and sucking her swollen clit, her thighs quivering on either side of your head.
"Oh god," Rei whimpers, grinding against your mouth. "Your tongue feels amazing..."
Ning starts bouncing on your cock, her tight pussy gripping you like a vice with each thrust. You can feel how wet she is, her juices coating your shaft as she rides you faster.
"Look at this slutty little pussy taking that whole cock," Ning pants, rolling her hips. "Missed getting stretched out like this."
You moan into Rei's cunt as Ning picks up speed, her small tits bouncing with each drop. The vibrations make Rei grind harder against your face, smearing her wetness across your lips and chin.
"Fuck his face baby," Ning encourages, reaching forward to play with Rei's full breasts. "Use that tongue while I ride this big cock."
Rei does just that, rolling her hips as you eat her out hungrily. Your tongue alternates between fucking into her dripping hole and flicking across her sensitive clit. Her thighs tremble around your head as she gets closer to the edge.
Meanwhile, Ning is practically bouncing off your cock now, lifting until just the tip remains before slamming back down. The wet sounds of her pussy taking your length fill the room along with her desperate moans.
"So fucking deep," she gasps, her inner walls clenching around you. "Hitting all the right spots..."
You grunt into Rei's pussy as Ning's pace becomes frantic. Her small body is covered in a light sheen of sweat as she works herself on your cock, chasing her pleasure.
"Play with her tits," Ning orders breathlessly. "Make her cum on your tongue while I ride this dick."
Your hands move from Rei's hips to her full breasts, squeezing and pinching her hard nipples. She cries out, grinding her pussy harder against your eager mouth as you continue devouring her.
"Fuck, I'm getting close," Rei whimpers, her thighs shaking. "Don't stop, please don't stop..."
You focus your attention on her swollen clit, sucking it between your lips while your tongue flicks rapidly. Her pussy floods with more wetness, coating your face as she rides the edge.
Ning's own orgasm is building too, her tight walls fluttering around your throbbing cock. She leans forward to kiss Rei deeply, swallowing her moans as you continue eating her out.
"Cum for us baby," Ning purrs against Rei's lips. "Soak his face with that sweet pussy while I milk his cock."
That pushes Rei over the edge. She cries out, her thick thighs clamping around your head as she cums hard on your tongue. You keep licking and sucking, drawing out her orgasm as she trembles above you.
"My turn," Ning gasps, bouncing even faster on your cock. Her small body is practically vibrating as she chases her release. "Gonna cum all over this big fucking dick..."
You grip her slim hips, helping her ride you as Rei recovers from her orgasm. Your cock throbs inside Ning's tight pussy, getting closer to your own climax.
"Fill me up," Ning demands, her walls clenching rhythmically. "Want to feel that hot cum deep inside me..."
Rei moves off your face, giving you a perfect view of Ning's lithe body taking your cock. Her small tits bounce wildly as she slams herself down, her pussy making obscene wet sounds.
"So fucking close," Ning whines, her movements becoming erratic. "Gonna cum, gonna cum..."
You thrust up to meet her bounces, making her scream as you hit even deeper. Her tight pussy spasms around your length as she finally tips over the edge, cumming hard on your cock.
"Don't stop," she gasps, still riding through her orgasm. "Keep fucking this tight little pussy..."
Rei moves behind Ning, reaching around to play with her small tits and sensitive clit. The added stimulation makes Ning cry out, her pussy clenching even tighter around you.
"Fill her up, daddy" Rei purrs, pinching Ning's nipples. "Give her that hot load she's been begging for."
Your own orgasm builds quickly as both girls work together. Ning's pussy milks your cock while Rei's hands roam over her sweaty body, tweaking her nipples and rubbing her clit.
"Gonna cum," you grunt, your balls tightening. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum..."
"Do it," Ning demands, slamming herself down one final time. "Breed this tight fucking pussy!"
You explode inside her, flooding her clenching walls with rope after rope of hot cum. She moans as she feels you pulsing, grinding her hips to milk every last drop from your throbbing cock.
When you finally finish pumping her full, Ning collapses forward onto your chest. Your cock slowly softens inside her well-used pussy, both of you panting heavily.
"Fuck, I missed that," she sighs contentedly. "Nobody fills me up like you do."
"My turn next," Rei reminds her with a playful smack on her ass. "Once he's ready to go again..."
You groan as Ning slowly lifts off your sensitive cock, your mixed fluids dripping from her stretched hole. The sight of your cum leaking out of her has your dick already starting to twitch with renewed interest.
"Look how wet and messy you made me," Ning purrs, spreading her pussy lips to show how thoroughly you filled her. "Want to clean me up, Rei?"
Rei bites her lip and nods eagerly. You watch in awe as she moves between Ning's legs, your cock twitches back to life as you watch Rei eagerly lapping up your cum from Ning's dripping pussy. Her tongue works methodically, gathering every drop that leaks out while Ning squirms and moans above her.
"Such a good girl, cleaning up daddy's mess," Ning purrs, grinding against Rei's eager mouth. "Make sure you get it all."
Rei moans into Ning's pussy, her thick ass swaying as she continues her task. The sight of her tongue sliding through Ning's folds, gathering the mixture of cum and pussy juice, has your cock fully hard again in no time.
"Look how hard you're making daddy," Ning points out, noticing your renewed erection. "I think he's ready for round three."
Rei pulls back from Ning's pussy, her lips and chin shiny with your combined fluids. "Please daddy," she whimpers, crawling toward you. "Need your big cock inside me now..."
"Since you asked so nicely," you growl, pulling her thick body against yours. Her soft curves press against your hard muscles as you claim her mouth in a deep kiss, tasting yourself and Ning on her tongue.
"How do you want me, daddy?" Rei asks breathlessly when you break the kiss. Her pussy is already dripping, leaving wet marks on your thigh.
"On your back," you command. "Want to watch those big tits bounce while I fuck you."
Rei eagerly lies back on the bed, spreading her thick thighs to reveal her soaked pussy. Her full breasts jiggle enticingly as she gets comfortable, looking up at you with needy eyes.
"Please daddy," she whimpers again, reaching down to spread her pussy lips. "Need you so bad..."
"Look how wet she is for you," Ning purrs, moving to kneel beside Rei's head. "Such a needy little slut."
You position yourself between Rei's spread thighs, rubbing your hard cock through her dripping folds. She gasps and bucks her hips, trying to get you inside her.
"Patience, baby girl," you growl, continuing to tease her entrance. "Beg for daddy's cock."
"Please daddy, please fuck me," Rei whines, her pussy clenching around nothing. "Need your big cock stretching my tight little hole..."
"Good girl," you praise, slowly pushing just the tip inside her. Her warm walls immediately grip you, trying to pull you deeper.
"More daddy, please more," she begs, her thick thighs trembling. "Fill me up like you did Ning..."
You grab her soft hips and thrust forward, burying your full length inside her in one smooth motion. Rei cries out, her back arching off the bed as you stretch her pussy.
"Fuck, still so tight," you groan, giving her a moment to adjust. Her inner walls pulse around your cock, squeezing you deliciously.
"Move daddy, please," Rei whimpers after a few seconds. "Need you to fuck me..."
You start with slow, deep strokes, watching your cock disappear into her greedy pussy again and again. Her full breasts bounce with each thrust, drawing your attention.
"Play with her tits," you tell Ning, who immediately complies. She reaches down to squeeze and pinch Rei's nipples, making her moan louder.
"Such sensitive nipples," Ning teases, rolling the hard buds between her fingers. "Love watching these big tits bounce while daddy fucks you."
You pick up speed, driving your cock deeper into Rei's willing hole. The wet sounds of your fucking fill the room along with her desperate moans and whimpers.
"Harder daddy, please harder," she begs, her pussy clenching around you. "Want to feel you for days..."
You grip her thick thighs, spreading them wider as you start pounding into her roughly. Your balls slap against her ass with each thrust, adding to the lewd symphony of sounds.
"Take that cock baby," Ning encourages, still playing with Rei's bouncing tits. "Show daddy what a good fuck toy you are."
Rei's moans get higher pitched as you fuck her faster, her pussy getting wetter with each stroke. You can feel her inner walls starting to flutter, signaling her approaching orgasm.
"Getting close already?" you tease, angling your hips to hit her sweet spot. "Such a sensitive little slut."
"Yes daddy, yes," she cries out, her thick thighs trembling. "Gonna cum on your big cock..."
"Not yet," you growl, slowing your thrusts. "Good girls ask permission first."
"Please daddy," Rei whines desperately. "Please let me cum... need it so bad..."
You respond by fucking her harder, making her full body jiggle with the force of your thrusts. Her pussy is practically gushing now, soaking the sheets beneath you.
"Beg better," you demand, reaching down to rub her swollen clit. "Show daddy how badly you need it."
"Please daddy, please let me cum on your cock," Rei sobs, her back arching. "Been such a good girl, need it so bad... please daddy, please..."
"Cum for daddy," you finally grant permission, pounding into her g-spot while rubbing her clit faster. "Show us what a good little slut you are."
Rei screams as she explodes around your cock, her pussy clamping down hard. You don't slow your thrusts, fucking her through her intense orgasm as she thrashes beneath you.
"That's it baby, soak daddy's cock," Ning encourages, pinching Rei's nipples harder. "Such a good girl, cumming so hard for us..."
Before Rei can fully recover, you flip her over onto her hands and knees. Her thick ass jiggles as you immediately slam back inside her oversensitive pussy.
"Daddy!" she cries out, her arms giving out so her face presses into the mattress. "Too much..."
"Take it baby," you growl, gripping her hips as you pound into her from behind. "Know you can handle it."
Ning moves to lie beneath Rei's hanging breasts, sucking one of her nipples into her mouth while playing with the other. The dual stimulation has Rei moaning uncontrollably, her pussy clenching around you again.
"Look at those tits swing," you groan, watching them bounce with each thrust. "Love fucking this thick body."
"Please daddy," Rei whimpers, pushing back to meet your thrusts. "Need your cum... want you to fill me up..."
You fuck her harder, your hands leaving marks on her soft hips as you use her pussy. The sight of your cock disappearing between her thick ass cheeks drives you wild.
"Gonna cum again baby?" you tease, feeling her walls starting to flutter. "Getting close?"
"Yes daddy, yes," she sobs, her whole body trembling. "Please let me cum again..."
"Cum with daddy this time," you grunt, your own orgasm building. "Want to feel that pussy milk my cock..."
Rei screams into the mattress as she cums again, her pussy spasming around your length. The sensation of her walls squeezing you triggers your own release.
"Take it all," you growl, slamming deep as you start pumping her full of cum. "Every last fucking drop..."
Your cock pulses inside her, flooding her pussy with rope after rope of hot cum. Rei whimpers and moans as you fill her, her walls still fluttering with aftershocks.
When you finally finish emptying yourself inside her, you slowly pull out to admire your work. Your cum immediately starts leaking from her well-used hole, dripping down her thick thighs.
"My turn to clean up," Ning says eagerly, moving between Rei's legs. She spreads Rei's ass cheeks, watching more cum leak out before diving in with her tongue.
Rei gasps and squirms as Ning eagerly licks up your mixed fluids, cleaning her thoroughly just like Rei did earlier. The sight has your spent cock giving an interested twitch, despite having just cum.
"Such good girls," you praise, running your hands over both their bodies as Ning continues her task. "Taking daddy's cum so well..."
"Thank you daddy," they respond in unison, making you chuckle.
This is definitely turning out to be the best Christmas Eve ever.
You watch contentedly as Ning finishes cleaning Rei's pussy, gathering every drop of cum she can find. Both girls are thoroughly satisfied, covered in sweat and various fluids from your activities.
"Think we wore daddy out," Ning giggles, noticing your softened cock. "At least for now..."
"Just need a little recovery time," you assure them, pulling both girls close. Their different body types press against you - Ning's small frame on one side, Rei's soft curves on the other.
"Good thing we have all night," Rei says with a shy smile, trailing her fingers over your chest. "And tomorrow..."
"And the day after," Ning adds mischievously. "Hope you didn't have any other Christmas plans..."
You groan as both girls start kissing your neck and chest, their hands roaming over your body. Despite having just cum twice, you can feel your cock starting to show interest again.
"Insatiable little sluts," you mutter fondly, running your hands through their hair. "Going to be the death of me."
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You wake up to the eerie quiet of Christmas morning, only in your boxers, the absence of warmth where you swear there were two bodies pressed against you last night. For a second, you wonder if you imagined itâthe laughter, the whispers, the sinful tangle of limbs. But the faint ache in your thighs and the scent of something heady lingering on the sheets say otherwise.
You rub your eyes, half-resigned to the idea it was all some cruel dream. Until the door crashes open, a sharp burst of sound followed by an explosion of giggles. Ning and Rei storm in like chaos incarnate, balancing a tray loaded with what looks like breakfast. Both are wearing your shirtsâoversized, nearly swallowing their petite framesâand nothing else except Santa hats perched jauntily on their heads. The shirts are just long enough to tease and short enough to torment.
âMerry fucking Christmas!â Ning announces, grinning like sheâs just won the lottery. She strides over, her bare legs pale against the dark fabric, and plops the tray onto your lap without much ceremony. Rei follows, quieter, her cheeks pink but her lips curved in that shy smile of hers. Her thighs brush the edge of the bed as she sits, and you canât help but notice how they press together, soft and inviting.
âUhâŠâ Youâre still processing. âWhat is this?â
âBreakfast, dumbass,â Ning says, rolling her eyes like youâve asked her why the sky is blue. âWe made it for you. Well, Rei did most of it. I just supervised.â
âI told you not to add that much whipped cream,â Rei mutters, poking Ning in the ribs.
Ning yelps, swatting her away. âYeah, yeah. He likes it sweet, donât you, babe?â
You blink at them, at the tray loaded with steaming hot chocolate, toast, and what might be pancakes under a mountain of whipped cream. âYou didnât have toââ
âShut up and eat,â Ning interrupts, jabbing a finger at you. âItâs Christmas. First one with the three of us. Youâre eating, and then youâre getting your present.â
âPresent?â You raise an eyebrow, suspicious. âWhat kind of present?â
They exchange a look. Ningâs grin stretches wider, and Rei ducks her head, suddenly very interested in smoothing out the bedspread. âYouâll see,â Ning says, her voice dripping with mischief.
Your stomach growls, betraying you, and you sigh, picking up the mug of hot chocolate. Itâs ridiculously sweet, just like Ning said, but thereâs a warmth to it that feels⊠right. Comforting, even. You glance at them, perched on either side of you, their legs tucked under them like theyâre settling in for a long haul.
âSeriously, though,â you start, setting the mug down. âThis is⊠I mean, you didnât have to go through all this trouble.â
Rei shakes her head, her voice soft but firm. âItâs not trouble. We wanted to.â
âYeah,â Ning adds, leaning back on her hands, the movement making the shirt ride up just a little too high. âBesides, itâs kinda our fault youâre in this mess. Least we can do is spoil you a little.â
You snort. âMess? That what weâre calling this?â
âHey, youâre the one who couldnât decide between us,â Ning shoots back, her eyes sparkling. âWeâre just making it easier for you.â
Rei nudges her, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. âNingâŠâ
âWhat? Itâs true.â Ning turns back to you, her grin taking on a sharper edge. âAnyway, hurry up. Youâre gonna love what weâve got planned.â
You eye them warily but dig into the breakfast, their chatter filling the room as you eat. Ning keeps making snarky comments about the whipped cream, and Rei keeps tryingâand failingâto shush her. Itâs chaotic and ridiculous and more than a little surreal, but it feels good. Like maybe, just maybe, this crazy arrangement might actually work.
When you finally finish, Rei takes the tray, and Ning bounces to her feet, practically vibrating with excitement. âAlright, time for your present.â
âWhat is it?â you ask, already knowing you wonât get a straight answer.
Ning smirks, her eyes dark with promise. âLike I said, surprise.â
Rei stands too, her hands fidgeting with the hem of the shirt, but thereâs a glint of something in her eyesâsomething bold and a little dangerous. âJust⊠go with it,â she says, her voice quiet but steady.
They exchange a glance and, as if on cue, toss off their Santa hats. Before you can say another word, theyâre on you.
The taste of hot chocolate clings to your tongue, warm and sweet, as Ningâs lips claim yours, bold and insistent. Her kisses always feel like a challenge, like sheâs daring you to keep up, and you never back down. The moment she pulls away, Rei takes over, her touch softer, slower, like sheâs savoring every second. Youâre caught between them, your head spinning, and itâs hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.
âYou two are gonna kill me,â you mumble, your voice rough with affection and something deeper, heavier.
Ning smirks against your neck, her teeth scraping lightly at your skin. âThatâs the plan, babe.â
Rei giggles, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your chest. âWeâll make sure you enjoy it.â
They pause for a moment, shifting their attention to each other, and youâre helpless but to watch as they lean in. Ningâs hand slides up to cup Reiâs cheek, tilting her head slightly, and then their mouths meet. Itâs slow at first, teasing, their tongues brushing, testing, and then Ning deepens it, her free hand tangling in Reiâs hair. The sound of their lips, wet and needy, fills the air, and your cock twitches at the sight.
âJesus Christ,â you breathe, unable to look away. âYou two are fucking unreal.â
Ning pulls back just enough to smirk at you, her lips shiny and swollen. âLike what you see?â
âAlways,â you admit, your voice thick. âNot sure Iâll ever get tired of it.â
âYou better not,â Ning teases, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She turns back to Rei, her thumb brushing over her bottom lip. âHeâs hooked.â
Rei blushes but doesnât shy away, her gaze flickering to you. âGood. I donât want to share him with anyone else.â
âNeither do I,â Ning says, her tone playful but edged with something serious. âWhich is why weâve got a little surprise for you.â
Your eyebrows lift, curiosity piqued. âOh yeah? Gonna tell me what it is now?â
Ning grins, leaning in close enough that her breath tickles your ear. âWe talked, Rei and I. And we decided⊠you get to take her anal virginity today. Merry Christmas, babe.â
The words hit you like a freight train, and you blink at them, your brain scrambling to catch up. âWait, what?â
Reiâs cheeks are flaming now, but she doesnât look away. Instead, she presses closer, her hands splaying against your chest. âItâs true,â she murmurs, her voice soft but steady. âI want you to take my anal virginity. Just like you did with Ning.â
âHoly shit,â you say, looking between them. âYouâre serious?â
âYes, daddy,â Rei whispers, her eyes wide and sincere. âI want it. I want you to be the one.â
You swallow hard, your pulse pounding in your ears. âRei, are you sure? I mean, this isnâtââ
âIâm sure,â she cuts you off gently, her lips brushing against your skin. âI trust you. Just⊠take it slow, okay? I want it to feel good.â
âOf course,â you promise, your voice low. âIâll take care of you, baby.â
âDamn right you will,â Ning interjects, already tugging at your waistband. She yanks your underwear down with a triumphant grin, your cock springing free. âBut first, let me get this nice and wet for her.â
Her hand wraps around you, stroking lazily as her tongue darts out to lick the tip. The sensation makes you hiss, your hips jerking involuntarily. Rei watches, her teeth worrying at her bottom lip, her hand trailing down to rest on your stomach.
âRelax,â she whispers, leaning down to press a kiss to your chest. âLet us take care of you.â
Ningâs lips close around the head of your cock, warm and wet, and you groan, your fingers digging into the sheets. She works you over with practiced ease, her tongue swirling, her cheeks hollowing as she takes you deeper. Reiâs kisses move lower, her mouth brushing over your abs, her breath hot against your skin.
âYouâre gonna love it,â Ning murmurs around you, her voice muffled but clear. âFucking her tight little ass. Sheâs been dying for it.â
Rei nods, her hand slipping lower to cradle your balls, her touch tentative but eager. âI want to feel you everywhere,â she says softly. âPlease, daddy. Make me yours.â
Your head tilts back, a groan tearing from your throat. âFuck, you two are gonna ruin me.â
Ning doesnât hold backâshe never does. Her spit drips down your shaft, glossy and obscene, as she strokes you with both hands, twisting at just the right angle to make your toes curl. Every few strokes, she leans in to lap at the head, her tongue flicking over the sensitive slit, teasing a groan out of you. She glances up, her dark eyes locking with yours, her lips curling into a smirk thatâs equal parts wicked and playful.
âGod, youâre so fucking hard already,â she murmurs, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She spits again, the sound sharp and messy, the glob sliding down to pool at the base of your cock. âYou like this, donât you? Having me jerk you off while Reiâs being such a sweet little slut for you.â
Reiâs lips are soft against your chest, her kisses growing wetter, sloppier, as she works her way toward your nipple. Her breath is hot, her teeth grazing your skin before she closes her mouth around the sensitive bud. The sensation makes you jolt, a sharp gasp escaping you, and you tangle your fingers in her hair, giving it a gentle tug.
âGood girl,â you murmur, your voice rough with arousal. Reiâs whole body seems to shiver at the praise, and she looks up at you with those big, eager eyes, her cheeks flushed.
âYou like that, huh?â Ning snickers, her hand squeezing the base of your cock as her lips kiss along the shaft. âShe loves being called a good girl, donât you, Rei?â
Rei pulls back just long enough to nod, her voice soft but breathy. âYes, daddy. I love it when you call me that.â
âYeah?â You smirk, stroking her cheek with your thumb before tugging her hair a little harder, making her gasp. âThen be a good girl and keep sucking on me. Make me feel good.â
âYes,â she whispers, her lips returning to your chest, her tongue swirling around your nipple. She moans softly as she sucks, her nails dragging lightly across your stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Meanwhile, Ning takes you deeper, her lips sliding down your length with practiced ease. She moans around you, the vibrations shooting straight to your core, and your hips buck involuntarily, pushing just a little further into her mouth. She takes it like a champ, her throat relaxing as she swallows you, her spit making everything slick and filthy.
âShit, Ning,â you groan, your free hand gripping the back of her head. âYouâre so fucking good at this. That mouth of yoursâfuckâitâs like it was made for me.â
She pulls off with an audible pop, a trail of spit connecting her lips to your cock. âDamn right it was,â she purrs, her voice thick and sultry. âBut Iâm not done yet.â
She dives back in, her tongue running along the underside of your shaft, tracing every vein, every ridge, until youâre twitching in her grasp. She pauses at the head, her lips wrapping around it as she sucks hard, her cheeks hollowing. Her hand works your base, twisting and stroking in rhythm with her mouth, and you feel yourself getting dangerously close to the edge.
âFuck, Ning,â you gasp, your head falling back against the pillows. âYouâre gonna make me cum if you keep that up.â
âNot yet,â she teases, pulling back to kiss the tip, her tongue flicking out to taste the bead of pre-cum there. âWeâve got plans for this cock, remember? Canât let you blow it all in my mouth.â
Rei giggles softly against your chest, her lips brushing over your skin as she whispers, âDonât you want to save it for me, daddy? I want to feel it inside me. Please?â
Her words hit you like a lightning bolt, and you groan, your hips jerking as Ningâs mouth works you over one last time before she pulls off completely. She sits back on her heels, her lips swollen and shiny, her hand still stroking you slowly as she grins up at you.
âReady to give her what she wants?â she asks, her voice dripping with mischief. âBecause sheâs been begging for it, babe. And I think sheâs earned it.â
âYou're right. Okay, Rei, get on all fours on the bed.â
You stand up, your eyes raking over Rei as she slowly peels off the oversized shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Her pale skin glows in the soft light, and the way she shyly glances back at you makes your cock twitch with anticipation. Without hesitation, she climbs onto the bed, her movements deliberate, her curves on full display as she lowers herself onto all fours.
"Like this, daddy?" she asks, her voice trembling just enough to make your chest tighten.
"Just like that, baby," you murmur, stepping closer, your gaze locked on the tight, pink pucker of her ass. It clenches slightly as if in anticipation, and the sight is almost enough to undo you right there.
Beside you, Ning smirks, her eyes darting between you and Rei. "Fuck, she looks good like this. So eager to please. You better give her everything she deserves."
You crouch behind Rei, your hands gripping the soft curve of her hips. "Youâre goddamn perfect," you tell her, your voice low and rough. "But first, weâre gonna make this nice and wet."
Rei whimpers softly, her head dropping forward as she presses her cheek to the bed. "Yes, daddy. Please⊠make it feel good."
Your tongue darts out, teasing the rim of her asshole, and Rei gasps, her back arching as her body responds to the sudden jolt of sensation. You take your time, licking slow, deliberate circles around the sensitive flesh, savoring the way it twitches under your touch.
"Shit," Ning breathes, her voice heavy with arousal. She climbs onto the bed beside Rei, her fingers sliding down to part the folds of Rei's dripping pussy. "Look at her, already soaking wet. You really do love this, donât you, Rei?"
"Y-yes," Rei stammers, her voice muffled against the mattress. "It feels so⊠oh god⊠so good."
Ning chuckles, her fingers slipping inside Reiâs slick heat, curling just enough to make her moan. "Once you feel daddyâs thick cock in that pretty little ass, youâre never gonna want it any other way. Trust me, I know."
You hum in agreement, your tongue pressing more insistently now, the tip dipping just inside her tight entrance. Rei lets out a choked cry, her body trembling as she struggles to keep still.
"Fuck, you taste so good, baby," you murmur, your breath hot against her skin. "I could eat this ass all day."
"Sheâs already so tight," Ning says, her fingers pumping slowly in and out of Reiâs pussy. "Youâre gonna have to take it real slow at first. Donât break her too quick, daddy."
Rei whimpers at Ningâs words, her hips pressing back against your mouth. You take that as an invitation, thrusting your tongue deeper, swirling it inside her while your hands grip her ass, spreading her wider for better access. The slick sounds of your tongue and Ningâs fingers fill the air, mingling with Reiâs breathless moans.
"Daddy, please," Rei whines, her voice high and desperate. "I need you. I need you so bad."
"Not yet, baby," you say, pulling back just long enough to catch your breath. Your lips are slick with spit and her taste, and the sight of her writhing beneath you sends a surge of possessive lust through your veins. "Weâre gonna take our time. I want you to beg for it."
Rei turns her head, her eyes glassy with need. "Iâm begging. Please, daddy, I need you inside me."
Ning laughs, her fingers sliding out of Rei and trailing up to rub slow circles around her clit. "Look at her. So needy. Youâve got her hooked already, and you havenât even fucked her yet."
You grin, leaning in to press one last, lingering kiss to Reiâs asshole before sitting back, your hand stroking your cock slowly. "Alright, baby. Letâs see how much you can take.â
You kneel behind Rei, taking a moment to admire the viewâher body trembling with anticipation, her back arched just enough to push her ass higher into the air. The way her tight little hole flexes, opening and closing, as if beckoning you, makes your cock twitch painfully.
âYou ready, baby?â you ask, your voice low and steady, but the hunger behind it is impossible to miss.
Rei turns her head just enough to glance back at you, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide with need. âYes, daddy. Please⊠I want you to make me ready.â
âGood girl,â you murmur, running a hand over the curve of her ass before spreading her cheeks apart, exposing her fully. âGotta take this slow. Donât wanna hurt my pretty girl, do I?â
Ning snickers beside you, her fingers still lazily playing with Reiâs pussy, occasionally brushing her clit just to make her squirm. âShe can take it, babe. Trust me, Iâve seen how much of a slut sheâs becoming for you.â
Rei whines at Ningâs words, burying her face into the bed. âIâm not⊠I justâoh god, daddyâpleaseâŠâ
You press your thumb gently against her entrance, teasing her with just the barest pressure. âWhatâs that, baby? You just what? Say it.â
âI just want you,â Rei stammers, her voice muffled but desperate. âI want to feel you. I want to take you.â
âThatâs my girl,â you say, slowly pushing the tip of your thumb inside her. The resistance is immediate, her tight ring of muscle clenching around you, but youâre patient. You wait until she relaxes, the tension melting away, before pushing deeper. âFuck, youâre so tight, Rei. Youâre squeezing me already.â
Rei moans softly, her hips shifting back against your hand. âIt feels⊠weird, but good. Please donât stop.â
âOh, Iâm not stopping,â you assure her, pulling your thumb out slowly before replacing it with your index finger. The slickness from your spit and her arousal makes it easier, but you still go slow, taking your time. âLet me know if itâs too much, alright?â
âSheâll be fine,â Ning chimes in, leaning down to press a kiss to Reiâs shoulder. âSheâs tougher than she looks. Isnât that right, Rei?â
âYes,â Rei whispers, her voice trembling. âI can take it. I want to take it.â
You smile, curling your finger inside her, watching the way her body reacts. âThatâs my good girl,â you murmur, adding a second finger without warning. Rei gasps, her back arching further as her hands claw at the sheets.
âOh my god, daddy,â she whimpers, her voice high and breathy. âItâs so⊠full.â
âAnd weâre just getting started,â you say, scissoring your fingers gently to stretch her. âYouâre doing so good for me, baby. Just relax.â
Ning grins, her fingers dipping back into Reiâs soaked pussy. âSheâs so wet, babe. Youâve got her dripping all over the bed. I bet sheâs gonna be addicted to this by the time youâre done with her.â
Rei shakes her head, though her moans betray her. âIâm not⊠I justâoh, fuck, daddy, that feels so good.â
You add a third finger, taking your time to work her open, the resistance gradually giving way to acceptance. Reiâs body quivers under your touch, her moans growing louder with each slow thrust of your hand.
âThink sheâs ready for you yet?â Ning asks, her voice dripping with mischief. âOr should we keep teasing her a little longer?â
You smirk, leaning down to kiss Reiâs lower back. âWhat do you think, baby? You ready for my cock, or do you want me to keep stretching you?â
âPlease,â Rei cries out, her voice breaking. âIâm ready. I want you, daddy. Please, I need you.â
âPatience, sweetheart,â you say, your fingers thrusting one last time before pulling out completely. âIâll give you what you need. But youâre gonna have to beg for it first.â
"I'm begging you daddy," she whimpers. "Please, I need your cock in my tight little asshole!"
"Fuck, you're so adorable like that, so needy. Alright, princess, I'll give you what you want so badly.â
Ning crouches beside you, her dark eyes glinting with mischief as she wraps her hand around your throbbing cock.
âLet me take care of this first,â Ning purrs, her tongue darting out to flick across the sensitive tip. A shiver runs up your spine as she presses a sloppy kiss to the head before sliding her lips down your shaft, her spit pooling as her hand twists expertly at the base.
Rei whimpers, glancing over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted. âPlease,â she whispers, her voice barely audible. âDaddy⊠Iâm ready.â
âPatience, baby,â you murmur, pressing her spine downward, making her arch her back even more. Her ass rises higher, her glistening folds peeking just beneath her tight entrance. Itâs enough to make your cock twitch in Ningâs mouth, her satisfied hum vibrating around you.
Ning pulls back with an obscene pop, a string of saliva connecting her swollen lips to your cock. She smirks up at you, her hand still stroking as she angles your cock toward Reiâs tight hole. âSheâs all yours, babe,â she says, her voice low and teasing. âMake her feel it.â
The slickness of Ningâs spit glides easily as you rub the tip of your cock against Reiâs tight entrance, teasing her. She gasps, her hips jerking back slightly, her soft cries music to your ears. âShh, baby,â you soothe, one hand steadying her hip while the other guides you into her. âWeâre going slow.â
Reiâs breath catches as the head breaches her, her body tensing, then softening under your touch. âOh god,â she whimpers, her fingers clutching the sheets. âItâsâitâs so muchâŠâ
âYouâre doing so good,â you murmur, your voice thick with desire. Inch by inch, you press into her, the tight heat of her untouched ass gripping you like a vice. Ningâs fingers trace lazy patterns on Reiâs spine, her voice dripping with encouragement.
âThatâs it, Rei,â Ning coos, watching intently as you stretch her. âYouâre taking him so well, like the good girl you are.â
You grip Reiâs hips firmly, feeling the tremble in her body as you push deeper, the overwhelming tightness of her ass gripping you like a vice. Her breath hitches, a soft cry escaping her lips as her fingers claw at the sheets. âIt hurts,â she whimpers, her voice trembling, but she doesnât pull away. She stays still, obedient, her back arching slightly to give you better access.
âI know, baby,â you murmur, leaning forward to press a reassuring kiss between her shoulder blades. âYouâre doing so good. Just breathe, okay? Let me in slowly.â
Ning crawls closer, her hands gliding over Reiâs trembling thighs. âThatâs it,â she whispers, her lips brushing against Reiâs ear as her fingers stroke soft circles over her skin. âYouâre such a good girl for him, Rei. Taking his cock so deep in that tight little ass⊠Youâre perfect.â
Reiâs breath comes in short, shaky gasps, her body taut beneath you. Every inch you press into her feels like a battle, her tightness squeezing you so hard it almost makes you dizzy. But she doesnât pull away. She takes it, her resolve clear in the way she pushes back against you, even as her whimpers grow louder.
âGood girl,â Ning purrs, kissing the back of Reiâs neck. Her hands glide upward, cupping Reiâs breasts. Ning teases her, pinching one nipple lightly, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. âSee? You can take it. Youâre made for this, arenât you?â
âYes,â Rei breathes, her voice barely a whisper. âI⊠I can do it. I want to do itâfor you, daddy.â
Your cock twitches inside her at her words, the way her voice shakes but stays determined. You pull back slightly, the slickness of Ningâs saliva making it easier, then press forward again, inching deeper. Rei moans loudly this time, her head dropping forward as her body clenches around you.
âRelax, baby,â you say, your voice low and steady. One hand slips around to stroke her stomach, grounding her. âIâve got you. You can take it.â
Ning leans in, her lips finding Reiâs cheek, then her jawline, soft and reassuring. âYouâre doing so well,â she murmurs. Her free hand slides lower, brushing over Reiâs swollen clit, her touch feather-light. âFeel that? Youâre so wet, Rei. Youâre loving this, even if it hurts a little. Youâre so fucking strong.â
Rei cries out as Ningâs fingers work her clit in slow, teasing circles, her body trembling but yielding under you. âNing,â she gasps, her voice breaking. âOh god, Iââ
âShe loves it,â Ning says, grinning wickedly at you as she increases the pressure on Reiâs sensitive nub. âLook at her, babe. Sheâs taking your cock so deep, so perfectly. She just needs a little help relaxing.â
Reiâs breathing turns into soft moans, her body slowly opening up as you sink the last inch inside her. The tight, velvety grip around your cock is almost unbearable, but you hold still, letting her adjust. Ning doesnât stop, her lips peppering kisses down Reiâs neck and shoulders, her fingers working her clit with practiced ease.
âDaddy,â Rei whimpers, her voice raw. âItâsâitâs so much, but it feelsâŠâ
âFeels good, doesnât it?â Ning finishes for her, her grin sharp as she kisses Reiâs parted lips. âYouâre so fucking beautiful like this, Rei. So perfect for him.â
Rei nods weakly, her body relaxing just enough for you to start moving. You pull out slowly, almost all the way, before pushing back in, setting a deliberate, careful rhythm. Each thrust makes her moan louder, her cries a mixture of lingering pain and growing pleasure. Ning stays close, her hands roaming Reiâs body, her kisses keeping her grounded as you fuck her slowly, thoroughly.
âYouâre mine,â you growl, gripping her hips tighter as you thrust into her. âEvery part of you, Rei. You were made for me.â
âYes, daddy,â Rei gasps, her voice high and breathless. âIâm yours. All of me. Please donât stop.â
Your grip on Reiâs hips tightens, your fingers digging into her soft skin as you rock into her. Her ass clenches so tightly around you that every movement feels like it's pulling you deeper into an impossible grip, her body almost fighting you but yielding all the same. Reiâs gasps and broken cries fill the room, each one edged with pain but dripping with determination.
âYouâre so fucking tight, baby,â you groan, leaning forward so your chest brushes her back. âIâm barely inside, and youâre squeezing me like youâre trying to keep me there.â
Rei shudders beneath you, her head hanging low, her damp hair clinging to her flushed cheeks. âI-Iâm trying,â she whimpers, her voice trembling. âI w-want all of you, daddy. Iâll do it. Justâjust donât stop.â
âGood girl,â you growl, your voice dripping with praise and possession. âYouâre so fucking brave, taking me like this. Youâre going to let me ruin that tight little ass of yours, arenât you?â
âYes, daddy,â she gasps, her body trembling but arching back to meet you, her knees threatening to buckle. âI want it. Please, fuck me harder. Iâll be goodâIâll be so good for you.â
Your cock throbs inside her at her words, the way her voice shakes but carries no hesitation. You lean back, spreading her cheeks wider to watch yourself disappear into her. The sight is obsceneâher hole stretched taut around your thick length, swallowing you inch by inch. âLook at this,â you hiss, one hand gripping the base of her spine while the other keeps her spread. âYouâre so fucking small, and youâre still taking me like the perfect little slut you are.â
Ning, sprawled beside you, lets out a breathless laugh, her bare thighs glisten in the morning light as she runs her fingers between them, biting her lip. âGod, youâre so fucking hot like this, Rei,â she murmurs, her tone dripping with arousal. âTaking him so deep, even though it hurts. Youâre such a good girl, baby. Youâre making me so wet just watching you.â
Rei lets out a choked moan, her body trembling harder as you begin to move faster, your thrusts growing more deliberate. âFuck, daddyâitâsâoh god, itâs so much,â she cries, her voice high and breathless.
âYou can handle it,â you snap, your tone sharp but full of pride. âYouâre my brave little slut, arenât you? You want this. Youâve been begging for it.â
Her head nods weakly, her voice breaking as she whimpers, âYes, daddy. I w-want it. Please donât stop. Iâll take itâIâll take all of it.â
Your pace increases gradually, each thrust forcing a loud cry from her lips. Sheâs trembling under you, her body taut but pliant, her ass rising higher as you hold her open. Every plunge into her is met with her tight walls gripping you harder, the resistance making you groan in pleasure.
âFuck, Rei,â you growl, your hands sliding down to squeeze her ass cheeks as you spread her even wider. âYouâre so goddamn tight. I could stay buried in this perfect ass all night.â
Ning moans softly, her fingers working faster against her clit as she watches. âKeep talking to her,â she gasps, her other hand teasing her breasts. âShe loves it. Tell her how good sheâs being. Tell her how fucking perfect she looks with your cock stretching her like that.â
You lean down, your chest pressing against Reiâs back as you pick up speed, each thrust making her cry out louder. âYouâre taking it so fucking well, baby,â you murmur against her ear, your voice rough. âYouâre mine, Rei. Every part of you belongs to me, and Iâm going to make sure you feel it every time you move tomorrow.â
Her moans are ragged now, her fingers clutching the sheets so tightly her knuckles are white. âOh god,â she whimpers, her voice raw. âIt hurts, daddyâbut it feelsâfuckâit feels so good. Please, donât stop.â
âIâm not stopping,â you promise, your voice harsh with lust. âYouâre gonna take everything I give you, arenât you?â
âYes,â she cries, her body shaking beneath you. âYes, daddy. Iâll take it all. Pleaseâplease just keep fucking me.â
Your hips snap forward harder, faster now, the slick sounds of your cock sliding into her filling the room. Reiâs cries grow louder, her voice breaking with every thrust, but she doesnât pull away. She braces herself, pushing back against you, her determination driving you wild.
âFuck, look at her,â Ning breathes, her fingers moving in frantic circles over her clit. âSheâs so fucking beautiful like this, isnât she? Taking your cock like a goddamn champ.â
You smirk, gripping Reiâs hips harder as you slam into her, your thrusts deep and relentless now. âSheâs perfect,â you growl, your voice dripping with possession. âThis tight little ass was made for me.â
Rei sobs out a moan, her body shaking violently. âDaddy,â she whimpers, her voice barely audible over the sounds of your thrusts and Ningâs breathless cries. âIâm yours. Use me like your fucktoy. Pleaseâdonât stop. I want it all.â
Your cock throbs inside her, the heat of her body driving you closer to the edge. âYeah, youâre mine, Rei,â you groan, your voice rough and commanding. âEvery part of you. And Iâm not stopping until I ruin this perfect little ass.â
Your hips drive into Rei with a relentless rhythm now, the sound of your body meeting hers echoing sharply in the room. Rei's screams tear through the air, a blend of agony and pleasure so raw it sends a pulse of heat straight to your cock. Her face is buried in the sheets, her hair a damp mess as her ass rocks back to meet you, even as her legs shake from the effort.
âFuck, daddy!â she wails, her voice breaking on the edge of a moan. âItâit hurts so much, but it feelsâoh godâit feels so good! Please, donât stop!â
âGoddamn, look at her,â Ning pants from her place beside you, her fingers slick as they work her clit in tight, desperate circles. Sheâs watching intently, her eyes drinking in the sight of Reiâs stretched, trembling body taking you over and over. Her lips curve into a wicked grin, her voice low and sultry as she says, âYou should spank her.â
Your hips falter for a brief second, and you glance at her, sweat dripping from your brow. âYeah?â you growl, your hands gripping Reiâs shaking hips tighter.
âFuck yes,â Ning breathes, licking her lips. âHave you not noticed yet, babe? She loves it. The pain, the stretchâitâs driving her fucking wild. Behind that sweet, innocent face, sheâs a filthy little whore who needs it.â
Rei lets out a choked gasp, her moans breaking as her body trembles harder beneath you. âN-Ning,â she stammers, her voice muffled by the sheets, but thereâs no denial in her tone. Only embarrassment. And arousal.
âIs that true, Rei?â you ask, your voice dropping to a growl. You lean down, pressing your chest to her back as your cock drives even deeper into her ass. âAre you just a dirty little slut who loves the pain?â
Rei hesitates for a moment, her breath coming in shallow gasps, before she nods weakly, her voice trembling as she whispers, âYes, daddy.â
âThatâs my girl,â Ning purrs, her fingers dipping lower, slipping into her dripping pussy as she watches with a hungry grin. âTold you. Sheâs a whore for it. She wants you to use her, to hurt her, to make her scream. Isnât that right, Rei?â
Reiâs face burns crimson, but she moans loudly, her body tightening around you as she stammers, âY-yes, itâs true! I love itâoh godâI love it when you hurt me!â
Your cock throbs at her confession, and your lips curl into a dark smile. âThen youâll fucking love this,â you growl, raising your hand and bringing it down hard on her ass. The slap echoes through the room, sharp and loud, and Rei screams, her body jolting forward as her cheeks jiggle from the impact.
âFuck!â Rei cries, her voice high and ragged. âDo it again, daddy! Please, spank me!â
Ningâs laughter is breathless, her hand working faster between her legs as she watches. âSee? I told you. She fucking loves it.â
You donât hesitate, your hand coming down again, harder this time. Reiâs scream turns into a moan, her back arching as her ass turns a delicious shade of red. âYou like that, baby?â you growl, your hand rubbing the stinging flesh before delivering another sharp slap. âYou like feeling my hand on your ass while I fuck you like the little whore you are?â
âYes, daddy!â Rei sobs, her voice thick with tears and lust. âI love it! I love it so muchâoh god, donât stop!â
Your hand rains down on her, each slap harder than the last, her cheeks bouncing beautifully with every impact. The sound of your hand meeting her skin mixes with her broken cries and moans, filling the room with an almost primal rhythm. Her body clenches tighter around you with each strike, driving you closer to the edge.
âLook at her,â Ning murmurs, her voice husky with arousal. Her fingers plunge into herself faster, her other hand squeezing her breast as she watches the scene unfold. âSheâs such a fucking mess, and itâs perfect. Keep going, babe. Spank her harder. Make her feel it.â
You oblige, your hand coming down harder, leaving bright red marks on her pale skin. Reiâs cries grow louder, her voice hoarse, but she doesnât pull away. Instead, she pushes back against you, her ass rising higher, begging for more.
âYouâre such a good girl,â you growl, slamming into her harder, your cock driving deep into her tight, trembling hole. âTaking everything I give you. You love it, donât you?â
âYes!â Rei screams, her voice breaking. âI love it, daddy! I love being your dirty little slut!â
âThatâs right,â Ning moans, her hips rocking as she fingers herself desperately. âYouâre his filthy little whore, Rei. And you love every second of it.â
Your pace becomes merciless, every thrust a deep, punishing drive into Reiâs tight, trembling ass. Her high-pitched screams ring through the room, a symphony of pain and pleasure that pushes you further, makes your cock throb as her body writhes beneath you. Her hole squeezes you so tightly, it feels like sheâs trying to pull you in deeper with every desperate moan.
âFuck, baby,â you growl, slamming into her with a brutal rhythm that makes her ass ripple with each impact. âYouâre screaming so loud for me. You love it, donât you? You love how Iâm wrecking your perfect little ass.â
âYes, daddy!â Rei cries, her voice shaking, her hands clawing at the sheets as her whole body quivers. âI love itâI love how it hurts! Please, donât stop!â
âDonât you dare stop,â Ning chimes in, her voice breathless and full of raw heat as she kneels beside Rei, her body gleaming with sweat. Her fingers slide between her slick thighs, teasing her own dripping cunt as she watches the scene unfold. âSheâs about to cum, babe. I can see it. Sheâs such a filthy little slut, sheâs going to cum with your cock in her ass. Isnât that right, Rei?â
Rei nods frantically, her face buried in the sheets as she screams, âIâm so close, daddy! Please, please make me cum! I need itâI want to cum with your cock in my ass!â
Her desperation sends a surge of heat through you, and you tighten your grip on her hips, pulling her back to meet every brutal thrust. Your free hand comes down on her ass again, hard, the slap echoing through the room as her skin turns a deeper shade of red. âYou want to cum for me, baby?â you growl, spanking her again. âThen take it. Take all of me.â
Reiâs cries reach a fever pitch as you go all out, slapping her ass with every thrust, her cheeks bouncing under the force. âFuck!â she screams, her voice breaking. âDaddyâIâmâIâm gonnaâoh god, Iâm cumming!â
You feel itâthe way her body tightens, her ass clenching impossibly around you as she lets out a scream so loud and raw it sends shivers down your spine. Her whole body trembles violently, her knees giving out as she collapses onto the bed, her moans turning into soft, breathless sobs.
âGood girl,â you murmur, your voice rough and full of pride. You slow your movements, savoring the way her body spasms around you, milking every last ounce of pleasure from her. âThatâs my good fucking girl. You came so hard, didnât you?â
Rei whimpers, her face buried in the sheets, too wrecked to form words. Ning moves closer, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she kneels beside her, reaching down to spread Reiâs ass cheeks. âLook at this,â Ning purrs, her tone dripping with admiration. âYou destroyed her, babe. Her holeâs all red and swollen, and sheâs still twitching from it. God, Rei, youâre so fucking hot like this.â
Rei lets out a soft whine, her exhausted body melting into the mattress as Ning leans down, her lips brushing Reiâs trembling shoulder. âYouâre so perfect,â Ning whispers, her voice gentle but full of desire. She presses a kiss to Reiâs neck, then her cheek, before capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. Their mouths move together, soft and slow at first, before Ningâs tongue slips inside, claiming Rei in a way thatâs both comforting and carnal.
Rei moans weakly into the kiss, her body still trembling as Ning pulls back, her lips shiny and swollen. âYou did so well, baby,â Ning murmurs, brushing Reiâs hair back from her damp face. âBut now itâs my turn.â
Ning flashes you a wicked grin as she slides off the bed, helping Rei move to the side. Rei watches, her breathing still ragged, as Ning crawls onto the mattress, positioning herself on all fours. Her bare ass sways enticingly as she looks over her shoulder at you, her eyes dark with lust.
âCome on, babe,â she purrs, spreading her knees wider to give you a perfect view of her dripping pussy. âRei got her turn. Now itâs mine. Fuck me like the filthy slut I am.â
Ningâs ass sways temptingly, her smooth skin practically glowing under the soft light. You canât resist the way she presents herself, so eager and proud, her legs spread wide, her hips tilted just right. Your hand comes down on her ass with a loud, sharp slap, the sound ringing through the room as her flesh jiggles under the impact.
âFuck!â Ning gasps, her back arching deeper as she throws a playful smirk over her shoulder. âGod, I missed that.â
You run your hand over the reddened spot, squeezing her cheek roughly. âAnd I missed fucking this perfect little ass,â you growl, your voice thick with anticipation. âItâs been too fucking long, Ning. Iâve been dying to wreck you again.â
She grins, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. âThen stop teasing and do it already,â she purrs, wiggling her hips. âYou know how much I love the way you stretch me open. Make me feel it.â
You lean down, spitting directly onto her tight hole, the warm saliva glistening as it slides over her skin. She shivers at the sensation, a low, needy moan spilling from her lips. Your fingers spread the slick wetness over her entrance, circling it teasingly, pressing just enough to make her squirm beneath your touch, her hips wriggling in desperate anticipation.
âGod, youâre still so fucking tight,â you mutter, pressing the tip of your cock against her hole. Ning pushes back against you, her body relaxed, welcoming. âEven after all the times Iâve fucked you, your ass feels like itâs trying to swallow me whole.â
âThatâs because itâs yours,â she shoots back, her voice breathy but bold. âThis ass was made for you, babe. So quit talking and fill me already.â
You chuckle darkly, gripping her hips as you push forward. The head of your cock breaches her, her tight heat wrapping around you like a vice. Ning hisses, her fingers gripping the sheets as she adjusts to the intrusion, but thereâs no hesitation in her bodyâonly want.
âFuck, Ning,â you groan as you slide deeper, inch by inch. âYouâre still so fucking tight. But you take it so well. Look at this ass, swallowing me like itâs hungry for it.â
âGod, yes,â Ning moans, her voice trembling with need. âI love itâI love how you fill me, how deep you get. Keep going, babe. Give me all of it.â
You sink in fully, her ass clenching around you as if refusing to let you go. She lets out a guttural moan, her body shuddering as she pushes back against you, taking you to the hilt. âThatâs it,â you growl, your hands spreading her cheeks to watch how perfectly her body grips you. âGood fucking girl. Youâre taking me so deep already.â
âFuck, daddy,â Ning gasps, her voice dripping with lust. âYouâre so bigâI can feel every inch. Donât stop. Please donât fucking stop.â
You pull back slowly, almost all the way out, before slamming back in, earning a sharp cry from her lips. Her body trembles under your grip, but she doesnât falter. She pushes back to meet you, her ass bouncing beautifully with every thrust.
âGoddamn,â you mutter, picking up your pace, the sound of your hips meeting her echoing through the room. âI could fuck this ass every day and never get tired of it. You feel so fucking good, Ning.â
âDo it,â she moans, her voice high and desperate. âUse me. Fuck me like the dirty slut I am. I want itâI need it.â
Your thrusts grow harder, faster, the slick heat of her body making it impossible to hold back. âYou love this, donât you?â you growl, spanking her ass again. âYou love being fucked like this, having your ass stretched open just for me.â
âYes, yes, yes!â Ning cries, her voice cracking as her body rocks under your assault. âI fucking love it! God, you fuck me so good. I want moreâI need more!â
You grip her hips tighter, driving into her with abandon now, her cries spurring you on. âThatâs my girl,â you snarl, watching the way her body takes you so perfectly. âYou take everything I give you. Youâre so fucking good for me, Ning.â
âFuck, babe,â Ning pants, her voice breathless but full of bliss. âYouâre gonna ruin me. But I fucking love it. Keep goingâdonât stop. I want you to wreck me.â
Your rhythm quickens, every thrust deep and punishing, sending shockwaves through Ningâs body. Her cries grow louder with each snap of your hips, a mix of guttural moans and filthy encouragement that drives you to go even harder. Her ass swallows you completely, the tight heat pulling you in, her body taking every inch like itâs exactly what she was made for.
âFuck, Ning,â you growl, your fingers digging into her hips as you hammer into her. âYouâre so goddamn tight. How do you still feel like this after everything? Like your ass is squeezing me on purpose.â
Ning glances back at you, her face flushed, her lips curled into a cocky grin despite the way her body trembles. âBecause I love it,â she pants, her voice thick with lust. âI love the way you stretch me. I love the way you fuck me like youâre trying to break me. Give me more, babe. Donât hold back.â
Her words ignite something feral in you, and you grip her even harder, slamming into her with a force that makes her gasp, her hands clutching at the sheets to keep herself steady. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room, mingling with her cries and the wet, obscene slickness of her taking you so easily.
Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Rei sitting up on the bed, her wide eyes glued to the scene unfolding in front of her. Her cheeks are still flushed from her own wrecking, her lips parted as she watches Ning being fucked mercilessly, her small hands fidgeting with the sheets.
âEnjoying the show, baby?â you ask, your voice rough, teasing, as you deliver a sharp slap to Ningâs ass. The smack echoes, her cheek bouncing under your palm, drawing a loud moan from her lips.
Rei blinks, her breath hitching as she meets your gaze. âIâI didnât know she could take it like that,â she murmurs, her voice soft but tinged with awe. âSheâs... sheâs amazing.â
âDamn right I am,â Ning gasps, throwing a glance over her shoulder. Her grin is wild, her eyes blazing as she moans, âYou better be taking notes, Rei. This is how a good slut takes it. Isnât that right, babe?â
You smirk, delivering another sharp thrust that makes Ning cry out, her ass clenching around you. âSheâs not wrong,â you say, your voice thick with pride. âNingâs a fucking champ. Always has been. Look at her, Rei. Sheâs taking my cock so deep, begging for more, like the filthy little whore she is.â
Reiâs cheeks darken, her thighs pressing together as she squirms, clearly affected by the raw intensity of your words. Ning notices, her grin widening as she throws another taunt her way. âYou like watching, donât you, Rei? You like seeing how he wrecks me? Bet itâs making you wet again already.â
Rei stammers, her eyes darting down, but she doesnât deny it. Ning laughs breathlessly, her body rocking forward with every thrust, her cries growing higher, more desperate. âGod, babe,â she moans, her fingers clutching at the sheets as she pushes back against you. âHarder. I want to feel you fucking destroy me.â
Your grip tightens on her hips, your pace turning brutal, each thrust making her ass ripple, her moans breaking into incoherent cries. âYou want me to ruin you, Ning?â you snarl, your voice rough as your cock drives deeper. âYou want me to fuck this tight ass so hard you feel it for days?â
âYes!â she screams, her head dropping forward as her body shakes under the force. âFuck me harder, daddy! Wreck meâmake me yours!â
Reiâs small gasp catches your ear, her wide eyes watching every moment, every movement of your hips, the way Ningâs body takes you without hesitation. âYou see this, Rei?â you say, your voice commanding even as your thrusts grow frantic. âThis is what it looks like to give everything to me. To let me take you however I want.â
Rei nods weakly, her breath coming in shallow pants, her hands gripping the sheets tightly as her gaze stays locked on the two of you. Ning moans louder, her body arching as she cries out, âYes, yes, yes! Fuckâdonât stop! I need it, babeâI need you to fucking ruin me!â
Your cock drives into Ningâs ass with deliberate, deep thrusts now, your pace slowing but losing none of its intensity. Each stroke makes her moan loudly, her body quaking as she takes every inch of you like she was made for it. The way her ass grips you so tightly, the soft, wet sounds filling the room, itâs all enough to make your head spin.
But then your eyes catch Rei. Sheâs sitting on her knees, her thighs pressed tightly together, her lips parted as she watches with wide, hungry eyes. She looks like sheâs trying to stay still, but her body betrays herâthe small, involuntary shifts of her hips, the way her hands clutch at the sheets. Sheâs boiling with lust, practically trembling with it, and itâs clear she wants more.
You smirk, slowing your thrusts just enough to tease Ning, who whines in protest, trying to push back against you. âHold on, Ning,â you say, your voice low and commanding. âI think Rei wants to join the fun. Donât you, baby?â
Rei blinks, her cheeks flushing as she stammers, âIâIâŠâ
âGet on all fours,â you order, cutting her off. Your tone leaves no room for argument, and Rei obeys immediately, crawling onto the bed until sheâs beside Ning. She looks up at you with those big, innocent eyes, but thereâs nothing innocent about the way her body shivers with anticipation.
âThatâs my good girl,â you murmur, running a hand down her back as she settles into position. âNow stay still. Let me take care of both of you.â
You pull out of Ningâs tight ass with a groan, her body clinging to you as if it doesnât want to let go. Your cock throbs, slick and dripping with saliva and her arousal, as you turn to Rei. Sheâs trembling on all fours beside Ning, her eyes full of desperation, her pussy glistening with need.
âYour turn, baby,â you say, your voice low and commanding, as you guide the head of your cock to her soaked folds. You tease her entrance, rubbing the tip against her slit, drawing a shaky gasp from her lips. âYou want this, donât you? Youâve been sitting there, watching, dripping for me.â
âYes, daddy,â Rei moans, her voice trembling with need. âI want it so bad. Please, fuck me. Fill me up.â
You push into her slowly, savoring the way her pussy stretches around you, impossibly tight and hot, like her body was made for you. Rei cries out, her back arching as you sink in deeper, inch by inch, until youâre buried to the hilt. Her walls clench around you, pulsing, drawing you in further.
âFuck, Rei,â you groan, gripping her hips as you give her a deliberate thrust that makes her whimper. âYouâre so fucking tight. You feel incredible, baby.â
Reiâs voice breaks as she moans, her fingers clutching the sheets. âOh god, daddy. Youâre so bigâI can feel every inch. Please, donât stop.â
Behind you, Ning lets out a breathless laugh, shifting to press her chest against the mattress, her ass raised high in the air. âDonât forget about me, babe,â she purrs, wiggling her hips. âIâm not done with you yet.â
You smirk, pulling out of Rei with a wet, obscene sound that makes her whimper. âDonât worry,â you say, sliding back into Ningâs ass in one smooth thrust. âIâm not leaving either of you wanting.â
Ning gasps loudly, her back arching as her body clamps around you. âFuck, yes!â she moans, pushing back against you. âThatâs it, babe. Iâve missed thisâmissed you wrecking me like this.â
Your rhythm builds, switching between them, your cock plunging deep into Reiâs tight, wet pussy before sliding back into Ningâs ass. Their cries blend together, filling the room with filthy harmony, each thrust earning a moan, a gasp, or a scream as you take them both.
âLook at you two,â you growl, your hands gripping their hips as you alternate between them. âSide by side, letting me use you however I want. Youâre both so fucking perfect.â
Rei whimpers, her voice high and breathless. âDaddy, you feel so good,â she cries, her body trembling beneath you. âI love itâI love the way you fuck me.â
âGoddamn, Rei,â Ning breathes, glancing over at her with a wicked grin. âListen to yourself. Youâre such a good little slut for him. Look at you, taking his cock so well.â
You slap Ningâs ass hard, the sound sharp and loud, making her cry out. âYouâre both filthy little sluts,â you say, your tone full of pride and possession. âTaking turns on my cock, moaning for me like this. Fuck, youâre perfect.â
Ningâs laughter turns into a moan as you pound into her harder, her ass bouncing under your grip. âKeep going,â she gasps, her voice hoarse but full of need. âWreck me, babe. Make me feel it. I want to be sore tomorrow.â
You pull out of Ning with a wet pop, slamming back into Reiâs pussy, her body jerking forward with the force. She screams, her nails digging into the sheets as her walls tighten around you. âDaddy,â she sobs, her voice cracking. âIâIâm so close. Please, donât stop. I need to cum.â
Your grip tightens on her hips as you thrust harder, faster, driving her toward the edge. âThen fucking do it,â you growl, your voice harsh. âShow me how good you are. Cum for me, baby.â
Rei's body trembles beneath you as you pound into her pussy, the sound of wet, slick thrusts mixing with her desperate cries. Her hands clutch at the sheets, her back arching as you drive deeper, your cock stretching her in ways that have her gasping for air. Her moans are high-pitched, frantic, every sound dripping with need.
"Daddy!" she wails, her voice breaking as her thighs start to shake. "IâI'm gonna cum! Please, don't stop! I can't hold itâI'm so close!"
You grip her hips tighter, your thrusts growing rougher, faster, as you chase her over the edge. "Do it," you growl, slamming into her harder. "Cum for me, Rei. Show me what a good little slut you are."
Her scream tears through the room, raw and guttural as her orgasm slams into her. Her pussy clenches around your cock, a vice of molten heat, her body shaking violently as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through her. She sobs into the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as her juices coat your cock, dripping down her thighs.
"Fuck," you mutter, watching her fall apart. "You're so goddamn perfect, baby. Look at you, cumming so hard on my cock. You love it, don't you?"
"Yes, daddy!" she cries, her voice trembling. "I love itâI love how you make me feel!"
As Rei collapses forward, her body spent and trembling, you pull out and immediately turn your attention to Ning. Her ass is still raised, swaying slightly, her cheeks red and marked from your earlier slaps. She glances back at you, her grin wicked despite the way her body trembles with anticipation.
"Come on, babe," she purrs, wiggling her hips. "Wreck me. I want to feel itâI need it."
You waste no time, sliding back into her tight ass with a deep, brutal thrust that has her crying out. Ning pushes back against you, her body greedy, taking every inch as you pick up a relentless pace. Her moans are filthy, each one sharper and louder than the last as you pound into her without mercy.
"Fuck, Ning," you growl, gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. "Your ass feels so fucking good. It's like it's begging me to destroy you."
"Yes!" she screams, her voice hoarse but full of desperate need. "Destroy me, babe. Make me cumâplease, I need it so bad!"
You spank her hard, the sharp slap making her whole body jolt as her ass ripples under your palm. She screams again, her cries turning into sobs of pure pleasure as you slam into her harder, deeper. "You're such a filthy little slut," you snarl, your cock driving into her over and over. "You love this, donât you? Love being fucked like youâre nothing but a toy for me."
"God, yes!" Ning moans, her voice breaking. "I'm your slut, babe! Do whatever you wantâjust don't stop!"
Her body tightens suddenly, her back arching as her moans become frantic, incoherent. She grips the sheets, her knuckles white as her orgasm tears through her. Her ass clenches around you, spasming as she cries out, her voice raw and shaking. "Fuck! I'm cummingâoh god, I'm cumming so hard!"
You watch her fall apart, her body trembling violently, every muscle in her taut with the force of her climax. Her cries are ragged, broken, her face pressed into the sheets as her orgasm leaves her a shaking, breathless mess.
"That's it," you mutter, slowing your thrusts to savor the way her body milks you, still so tight and hot. "You look so fucking good like this, Ning. Completely ruined."
She collapses beside Rei, her body spent, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she glances back at you with a weak but satisfied smirk. "Youâre fucking incredible," she murmurs, her voice hoarse but dripping with satisfaction.
Your words are sharp, cutting through the heavy, lust-drenched air. "On your knees," you command, your voice low and authoritative. Ning and Rei, their bodies still trembling and spent, slowly rise from the bed, obediently sliding down to the floor. They kneel before you, side by side, their flushed faces tilted up, their eyes wide and eager.
"Good girls," you murmur, stroking your cock lazily as they watch, their gazes locked on you like theyâre waiting for your next move. The sight of themâbare, disheveled, and completely at your mercyâsends a thrill straight to your core.
You step closer, gripping your cock as you tap it against Ningâs cheek, the wet head leaving a glistening streak on her skin. She smirks, her tongue darting out to taste it, her eyes dark with hunger. "You missed this, didnât you?" you growl, shifting to Rei, letting the heavy length rest against her soft, flushed cheek.
Reiâs breath hitches, her eyes flicking up to yours as she whispers, "Yes, daddy." Her voice is soft but laced with desire, her cheeks burning as you slide the tip across her lips, teasing her.
"Youâre so fucking cute, Rei," you say, your tone teasing as you tap her cheek lightly with your cock. "These cheeks were made to be marked by me. Look at youâso innocent, but so fucking filthy."
Rei whimpers softly, leaning into the touch, her lips parting slightly as her tongue flicks out to taste you. Sheâs hesitant but eager, her wide eyes looking up at you, waiting for permission.
"Not yet," you say, pulling back just enough to make her whine. "Iâm not done teasing you."
You switch to Ning, slapping your cock lightly against her lips. "And you," you growl, your voice rough. "Always so greedy. Always ready to take everything I give you."
Ning chuckles, her grin sharp as her tongue swirls around the tip, wet and teasing. "You know I love it," she purrs, her voice thick with arousal. "But donât make me wait too long, babe. I want your cum."
You let your cock trail back and forth between them, grazing their lips, their cheeks, their tongues as they take turns tasting you, their moans soft and needy. Rei leans forward, her adorable face full of desperation as she presses her lips to the tip, her tongue flicking out to lap at the bead of pre-cum there.
"Please, daddy," she whispers, her voice trembling. "Let me suck you. I want to make you feel good."
Ning joins in, her hand reaching up to wrap around your shaft as she plants a wet kiss on the side. "Sheâs right," she murmurs, her lips brushing against you. "Weâll make you feel so good. Just let us take care of you."
You smirk, finally giving in as you nod. "Go ahead, then," you say, your voice low and commanding. "Show me what you can do."
The two of them waste no time, their mouths meeting at the head of your cock as their tongues swirl together, wet and eager. Ning takes you deeper first, her lips sliding down your shaft as Rei licks and kisses at the base, her small hands cupping your balls gently.
"Fuck," you mutter, your hand tangling in Reiâs hair as you guide her closer. "You two look so fucking good down there. Keep goingâdonât stop."
Ning pulls back with an obscene pop, passing your cock to Rei, who takes you into her mouth slowly, her eyes closing as she savors the weight of you on her tongue. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks gently, her moans vibrating against your shaft as Ning licks along the side, her tongue tracing every vein.
"Thatâs it," you groan, your hips twitching as you watch them. "Good girls. Suck me just like that. Make me want to fill those pretty little mouths of yours."
Ning and Rei are relentless, their mouths working together in perfect, filthy harmony as they lavish attention on your cock. Their tongues slide along your shaft, wet and sloppy, as they take turns sucking you deep, their soft moans sending vibrations through your body. The obscene sounds of their lips smacking and their spit dripping fill the room, mixing with their desperate pleas.
"Please, daddy," Rei whimpers, pulling back just enough to let her swollen lips brush against the tip of your cock. Her wide, innocent eyes look up at you, glistening with desperation. "I want your cum. I need it. Pleaseâplease give it to me."
"God, babe," Ning pants, licking up the side of your cock before taking you back into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks hard. She pulls off with an audible pop, her hand stroking you as she grins up at you wickedly. "Donât make us wait. Weâre being so good for you. Just let us have it."
"Keep begging," you command, your voice rough with arousal as you grip the base of your cock, guiding it back to Reiâs soft lips. "I want to hear how much you need it."
Rei whines softly, her small hands wrapping around your thighs as she leans in, pressing a kiss to the sensitive head. "I need it so bad, daddy," she whispers, her voice trembling. "Please⊠please cum for us. Iâll do anything."
"Yes, babe," Ning adds, her tone full of heat as her tongue flicks over your balls, her hand sliding up and down your spit-slick shaft. "Weâre ready for it. Just look at us. Weâre your good little sluts, and we want you to cover us in it."
Their desperate pleas send a surge of heat straight through you, and you feel the tension building, your body on the brink. You pull back slightly, your hand wrapping firmly around your cock as you start jerking off, stroking yourself in quick, rough movements.
The sight of them drives you insaneâtheir beautiful faces tilted up toward you, their cheeks flushed, their lips wet and swollen from sucking you. Their eyes stay locked on your cock, watching every stroke as their hands reach out to touch your thighs, their fingers trembling with anticipation.
"Fuck," you groan, your grip tightening as you feel yourself teetering on the edge. "You two look so fucking perfect like this. Beg for it one more time. Show me how much you want it."
"Please, daddy!" Rei cries, her voice high and needy, her hands clasped together like sheâs praying for your release. "I want your cum all over me. I need to feel itâplease, please give it to me!"
"Cover us, babe," Ning moans, licking her lips as she inches closer, her face right next to Reiâs. "Weâre yours. Mark us. Show us how much you love it when weâre good for you."
Their words push you over the edge, and with a guttural groan, you explode. Thick, hot ropes of cum spurt out, splashing across their eager faces, painting their cheeks, their lips, their foreheads. Rei gasps softly as a glob lands on her tongue, and Ning moans, her eyes fluttering shut as she tilts her face up, letting it drip down her skin.
"Fuck," you mutter, your body trembling as you milk every last drop onto them, the sight of their cum-splattered faces enough to send another jolt of heat through you. "You look so fucking good like this. Covered in my cum. My good fucking girls."
They stay still, their breaths shallow, their hands rising to touch their faces, smearing the warm, sticky mess across their cheeks. "Clean me up," you order, holding your cock out toward them. "Suck the rest off. Donât waste a drop."
Rei moves first, her tongue darting out to swirl around the sensitive head, her lips closing softly as she sucks, her moans sending shivers through you. Ning joins her, licking along the shaft, her tongue brushing against Reiâs as they work together to clean you, their mouths wet and eager.
"Fuck, that feels so good," you groan, your hips twitching as they take turns, their lips pressing kisses to your still-throbbing cock.
Once theyâre satisfied, they lean back, their fingers trailing over their cum-covered faces. Ning dips a finger into a thick glob on her cheek, bringing it to her lips with a grin. "So warm," she murmurs, her voice playful. "And so much."
Rei watches her, then mimics the gesture, her cheeks flushing as she licks her fingers clean. "Itâs⊠itâs kind of sweet," she whispers shyly, glancing at you.
Ning smirks, leaning closer to Rei, her voice low and teasing. "Letâs see how it tastes on you."
She presses her lips to Reiâs, her tongue slipping inside, and Rei gasps softly before melting into the kiss. Their mouths move together, wet and sloppy, as they share the taste of you, their moans soft and full of heat. When they finally pull apart, their eyes meet yours, their faces still streaked with your release, and they smile, utterly wrecked and satisfied.
An idea hits you, sharp and wicked. You glance down at them, their gorgeous faces still painted with your cum, and the two Santa hats lying forgotten on the floor catch your eye. A slow grin spreads across your face.
âStay just like that,â you say, your voice low and full of intent. âDonât move.â
Rei and Ning look up at you, curiosity flickering in their lust-heavy gazes. You bend down, grabbing the Santa hats and brushing off any stray lint before holding them out.
âHere,â you murmur, smirking as they take them. âPut these back on. I want to record thisâremember it.â
Reiâs cheeks flush, but she doesnât hesitate. She grabs the hat with trembling fingers, sliding it onto her head, her messy hair spilling out from underneath. Ning snickers softly, more than eager as she adjusts hers, tilting it at a playful angle.
âYouâre serious?â Ning asks, her lips curling into a devilish grin.
âDead serious,â you reply, already picking up the phone on the nightstand. âYou two look fucking perfectâadorable and filthy all at once. Iâm not letting this moment slip away.â
They exchange a glance, Rei biting her lip nervously, while Ning just shrugs, her smirk widening.
âAlright,â Ning says, leaning forward slightly, tilting her chin up as if presenting herself. âMake it a good one, babe.â
Rei nods shyly, her hands clasped together in her lap, her wide eyes shimmering with that innocent-but-not-so-innocent look that drives you crazy. âDo you⊠want us to smile?â
âDamn right I do,â you say, holding up your phone. âBig, pretty smiles, ladies. Let me see those faces.â
They obey instantly, their lips curling into sweet, innocent smiles that contrast so perfectly with the cum streaked across their cheeks and lips. The Santa hats perched jauntily on their heads only add to the surreal, filthy beauty of the moment.
âHoly fuck,â you mutter, snapping photo after photo. âYou two are so fucking hot like this. Perfect little sluts, looking so goddamn adorable and dirty all at once.â
Reiâs smile falters slightly, her cheeks burning. âD-donât say that,â she whispers, though the way her thighs press together betrays how much she loves it.
âWhy not?â Ning teases, nudging her. âItâs true. Look at us. Weâre fucking masterpieces.â
You chuckle darkly, snapping one last shot before lowering your phone. âAlright,â you say, your voice softening just a bit as you grab the wet wipes from the bedside table. âLetâs clean you up now.â
You kneel in front of them, pulling a wipe free and gently cupping Reiâs chin. She looks up at you, her wide eyes trusting as you start wiping the sticky mess from her cheeks.
âYou did so good, baby,â you murmur, your voice low and soothing. âSuch a good girl for me.â
Her lips part slightly, a soft sigh escaping her as you finish, discarding the wipe before moving to Ning. She tilts her head back, her smirk softening into something almost tender as you carefully clean her face.
âCanât have you two walking around looking like this,â you joke lightly, tossing the last wipe aside. âEven though I kinda wish I could keep you like this forever.â
Ning chuckles, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your cheek. âYouâre such a sap sometimes,â she teases, but her eyes shine with affection.
Rei giggles softly, her fingers brushing over the brim of her hat. âThank you, daddy,â she whispers, her voice small but full of warmth.
You sit back on the bed, watching Rei shift slightly where she kneels. The way her thighs tremble and how she winces just a little when she moves catches your attention. A smirk tugs at your lips, but thereâs genuine care in your tone when you ask, âHowâs your ass, baby? Still sore?â
Rei nods shyly, her cheeks flushing as she glances over her shoulder. âIt⊠it still hurts,â she admits softly, her voice trembling. âI can feel the marks from where you spanked me.â
You lean forward, brushing her hair back gently, your fingers trailing down her cheek. âLet me see,â you murmur, guiding her to turn slightly. The marks on her ass are still visible, red and slightly raised from where your hand connected earlier. A pang of pride and guilt mixes in your chest as you trace one with your fingertips, making her shiver.
âStill so beautiful,â you say softly, your voice full of affection. âBut donât worry, baby. Iâll take care of you now. Youâve been such a good girl for meâIâll make sure you feel better.â
Rei bites her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as she leans into your touch. âThank you, daddy,â she whispers, her voice so small it makes your chest tighten.
Before you can say anything else, Ning snickers beside her, that sharp grin back on her face. âThis is my favorite part,â she says, her voice playful but affectionate. âYou fuck us like youâre trying to break us, then turn around and treat us like weâre goddamn princesses. Itâs almost unfair how good you are at this.â
You chuckle, shaking your head as you pull both girls closer, making them sit on the bed. âYou are my princesses,â you say, wrapping an arm around Ning while your other hand strokes Reiâs back gently. âThatâs why I canât just leave you all wrecked like this. Gotta take care of my girls, donât I?â
Ning smirks, pressing a quick kiss to your jaw. âDamn right you do,â she says, her tone softer now. âBut I guess thatâs why we keep coming back for more.â
Rei giggles softly, curling into your chest, her body relaxing as your fingers trace soothing patterns over her back. âI like it when you take care of us,â she murmurs, her voice barely audible.
âAnd I always will,â you promise, pulling both of them even closer. âAlways.â
These twoâyour Rei, your Ningâtogether like this, looking up at you with soft smiles and heat still lingering in their eyes, itâs overwhelming. Youâve always loved them, separately, deeply, but seeing them like this, each one by your side, their small hands caressing your body... it seems like a dream too good to be real.
Reiâs cheeks are still red, her lips swollen from the intensity of everything, and sheâs the first to speak. âSo⊠what do you think?â she asks softly, her voice trembling just a little.
Ningâs grin is more confident, but thereâs a flicker of vulnerability in her dark eyes as she adds, âYeah, babe. Was this the best Christmas present ever, or what?â
Your hands find theirs instinctively, your fingers lacing with theirs, squeezing tight. âAre you kidding me?â you say, your voice thick. âThis⊠this is everything. I donât even know how to put it into words. You two⊠fuck, I love you both so much.â
Reiâs eyes widen, her breath catching, and Ningâs grin softens, a rare sweetness creeping into her expression. âGood answer,â Ning says, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips. âWe wouldnât have done this if we didnât feel the same way, you know.â
Rei nods, her voice small but firm as she says, âWe talked about it a lot, and⊠and we decided we both love you too much to let you go. So⊠weâre here. Together.â
âTogether,â you repeat, your voice quiet but full of awe. You look at them, your chest tightening as the reality sinks in. âFor real, right? Like⊠this isnât just a one-time thing?â
Ning laughs, her hand coming up to brush some of the sweat-damp hair from your forehead. âYeah, babe, for real. Weâre not going anywhere.â
Reiâs smile is soft, shy, as she squeezes your hand. âWe want to make this work. The three of us. If⊠if you want that too.â
You stare at them for a long moment, your heart pounding. Then you pull them both into your arms, holding them so tightly itâs like youâre afraid they might disappear. âBeing completely honestâ you murmur against their hair, âthis is the best fucking thing thatâs ever happened to me. You two togetherâitâs perfect. Youâre perfect.â
Ning chuckles softly, her arms wrapping around your waist as she nuzzles into your neck. âWe do go pretty well together, donât we?â she says, her voice teasing but warm.
Rei giggles, her face buried against your chest. âI think so,â she murmurs.
You pull back just enough to look at them, your hands cupping their faces, your thumbs brushing over their flushed cheeks. âMore than perfect,â you say, your voice low but steady. âI donât even know how I got this lucky, but Iâm not letting either of you go. Ever.â
Rei blushes deeper, her smile soft and full of love, while Ning smirks, her confidence back in full force. âDamn right youâre not,â she says, leaning in to kiss you again, this time slower, sweeter.
When she pulls back, Rei surprises you by leaning up to kiss you as well, her lips soft and hesitant but filled with just as much emotion. Itâs like something slots into place as the three of you sit there, tangled together, an unusual union, but one that still seems perfectly logical.
âBest Christmas ever,â you murmur, your hands holding theirs tightly.
Ning laughs, her head resting on your shoulder as she says, âYou better believe it, babe. And this is just the beginning.â
Rei nods, her smile growing as she leans into your other side. âMerry Christmas, daddy.â
You chuckle, pulling them closer as your heart swells with a love so deep, it feels like it might burst. âMerry Christmas, my girls.â
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coming up roses
pairing: bang chan x female reader
summary: most of the time, you're grateful to have such a good relationship with your older brother, minho. but when you find yourself falling for his best friend, chan, you can't help but be worried how he'll react when he finds out. you soon find yourself struggling with the unexpected consequences of keeping your feelings a secret.
word count: 10.2k
tags/warnings: hanahaki!au (read a/n), brother's best friend!au, hurt/comfort, angst, lots of fluffy sibling dynamics between minho and y/n, bad communication by the reader, mentions of: coughing, blood, and vomiting
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a/n: i have finally written my hanahaki au!!! this took me ages, but i really really wanted to write a fic based on how this post describes hanahaki because i love this interpretation (hanahaki is from supressing feelings instead of unrequited love) a lot more than how it's usually written (not that that version is bad!). i actually wish i could have drawn this out more, but didn't have it in me haha
the phrase "it's all coming up roses" means that everything is going well with someone and i thought it was so perfectly ironic for a hanahaki fic where a character actually has roses coming up in the literal sense.
Minho has always been protective. You had felt cool and invincible as a child, having an older brother that was willing to have your back and scare away anybody that teased you.Â
Youâre grateful that he cares enough to be so involved in your life, but now that youâre in university, you canât help but feel a little stifled. Minho takes his role as an older brother very seriously, especially since the two of you have moved out of your family home and are sharing an apartment closer to campus. It's a mixture of doting and enough teasing to drive you crazy.
Growing up, your family home had been the regular haunt of Minho and his friends. It was more common than not to get home from cram school and find the boys either lingering in the nearest convenience store or hanging out in your apartment. You wouldn't say that you were friends with the boys, but you were at least familiar enough that you would say hi to them if you saw them in the hallways and they would offer to walk home with you if you were ever leaving school at the same time.
Starting university had been hard for you, most of your friends had ended up moving to other cities or even going abroad. You, however, had decided to stick closer to home. Your program had a good reputation and your parents had promised that they would help you and Minho get an apartment close to campus as long as you lived together. Minho had readily agreed, he had commuted for his first year and had always complained about how long it took.
It was a difficult adjustment, moving out of your family home, balancing your course load, and making friends. Unlike Minho, who had used dance to find his close group of friends, you didn't have any hobbies that you were particularly passionate about and you weren't naturally outgoing or charismatic.
Especially in the first few weeks of classes, it feels like such a relief whenever you see one of Minho's friends that you latch onto them. Itâs kind of awkward at first, especially because you donât know his friends well enough to speak with them casually, but they get used to your presence. You would even consider some of them to be your friend, especially Seungmin, who shares a class with you, and Chan who usually has his lunch break at the same time as you.
You make your own friends eventually, slowly getting to know some of the people that share your program, but youâre definitely a lot closer to the boys than you were prior to university. While you spent most of your childhood calling Minho and his friends lame, you can now admit that you enjoy spending time with them, although youâd never say it to Minhoâs face.
Still, Minho doesnât always approve of who or where you hang out. Sometimes heâs even nosier than your parents were, always asking you about your schedule and calling when youâre out late. He warns you about spending time one-on-one with men and makes sure that you always have your location shared with him. You tolerate it for the most part, knowing that itâs his way of showing that he cares about you, but sometimes you just find him overbearing.
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âIâm going out next Saturday,â Minho tells you one evening as you step out of your room to get a glass of water. âYouâll have to figure out something for dinner on your own.â
âOh,â you say, suddenly a little nervous. âI uh- I also have plans that night.â
âSure,â he agrees easily. âWhat are you going to be doing?â
âThereâs a party that I was invited to,â you say, biting your lip when you see Minho freeze. You turn your gaze to the ground, but you can still feel Minho's stare intensify.Â
âWhat party,â he demands, not even bothering to frame it as a question.
âDoes it matter?â you whine, annoyed by how protective Minho is. Itâs even worse that you have an audience, Chan is over and you can see out of the corner of your eye that heâs watching your conversation curiously.
âYes.â His tone leaves no room for argument.
âI think it's at Taehoon's,â your voice is barely a whisper. Minho hears you anyway.
âTaehoon?â He repeats in disbelief. You glance up briefly. Minho's ears are flushed bright red and the tendons in his neck are standing out. He's furious. âTaehoon, who is four years older than you? Taehoon, who holds off-campus parties?â
You grimace and don't respond. Thereâs no way that heâs going to let you go, you resign yourself to a weekend stuck in your room watching dramas while your friends enjoy themselves.Â
Itâs bad enough that you had to mention Taehoon, who doesnât have the best reputation, but youâve forgotten that Minho would easily be able to recognize the type of party that he throws. You havenât been to many university parties, but even you know that without the dorm restrictions, off-campus parties are often the wildest and were harder to get invited to. Itâs not that you particularly care to attend this party in specific, you just donât want to miss out since all of your friends will be there.
âMinho,â Chan steps in, clasping a heavy hand on your brother's shoulder.
âWho invited you,â Minho seethes, shaking Chan off.
âJust one of my friends,â you deflect.
âMinho,â Chan says again, this time jostling Minho enough that he turns his attention away from you finally. Your body sags in relief. âChill, we're going to Taehoon's next weekend. It's just a party.â
âYes, we are going. Not my baby sister! Y/n-ah, the answer is no.â
âOppa!â you complain. âI'm not a baby anymore!â
âYou don't know anything,â Minho hisses at you.Â
âWe were going to way crazier parties when we were Y/n's age,â Chan interrupts one more time. âCome on, at least we'd be able to keep an eye on her.â
Minho is about to reply when he stops and tilts his head in thought.
âOkay,â he says slowly, turning back to you with a gleam in his eye. âYou can go, Y/n.â
âReally?â you brighten instantly even though youâre a little bit suspicious of his sudden change in heart.
Your breath catches in your throat as you excitedly make eye contact with Chan. He winks at you teasingly before turning his full attention back to Minho, who thankfully hadnât noticed.
âYou're coming with us,â Minho says, nodding decisively.
âAre you kidding me,â you reply flatly, all enthusiasm vanishing instantly.
âYes. I'll make sure that everybody knows not to mess with you and you still can have fun with your silly little friends. Unless you don't want to go anymore?â Minho raises an eyebrow at you.
âFine, I'll go with you,â you grumble.
âIt'll be fun, Y/n! I promise that I wonât let Minho embarrass you,â Chan says, slinging an arm around your shoulder. You try not to shiver as he leans in to whisper to you, close enough that you can almost feel his lips touching your ear. âDonât worry, Iâll make sure to find something or someone to distract him enough that heâll forget youâre even there.â
âOkay,â you breathe shakily.
âHey!â Minho pulls Chan off of you and into a headlock. âWhatever youâre scheming, cut it out. Y/nnie, donât listen to a single thing this idiot tells you.â
âI try not to listen to idiots,â you say. âThatâs why I never follow any of the advice that you give me!â
âY/n-ah-â Minho starts.
You stick out your tongue at him childishly then dart to your room, slamming the door and locking it behind you so that Minho canât follow you. The sound of Chanâs resulting laugh echoes through your head for the rest of the day.
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By the time the weekend rolls around, you're a little worried that youâve caught a cold. Your throat is achy and talking too much makes you cough, but you're not feeling any other symptoms so you don't think you're actually sick. Minho wasn't exactly pleased when you told him you were still planning on going, but he kept his word and didn't try to convince you otherwise.
Your friends are all getting ready together at one of their dorms, but your brother was adamant that he wanted you to go to the party with him and his friends. You're more comfortable getting changed and doing your makeup at home anyway, so it's not a big deal, but it's still not the same.Â
Conversation pauses when you finally exit your room. Only Chan, Hyunjin, and Minho are still in the living area since most of Minho's friends are crowded around your apartment's entryway, shuffling to get their jackets and put on their shoes.. Their eyes widen and you see Hyunjin choke on the drink he had just taken a sip of. You tug at the hem of your skirt slightly, suddenly feeling self conscious.Â
You've worn this outfit before with friends and while it's definitely not the most conservative option in your closet, it's nowhere near as revealing as what you expect other girls will be wearing. It's just that you're not used to being around Minho's friends when you've put so much effort into your appearance and are showing off a bit of skin. Theyâve seen you at your worst and are most familiar with the comfortable sweats and hoodies that you usually wear around your home.
Minho recovers the fastest. In a flash, he's made his way to you and has a death grip on your arm, trying to drag you back into your room. You resist, digging your heels in to try and make it harder for him, but it barely even slows him down.
âOppa!â
âYou are not leaving looking like this,â Minho huffs through gritted teeth.
âMinho-ya, come on. We're going to be late if you make her change,â Chan calls out. It draws the attention of the rest of the boys, who turn to look at the commotion. You hear Jisung wolf-whistle teasingly which only makes things worse. Minho's hand tightens even more around you, hard enough that you're sure it's going to bruise, and he whips around to glare at Jisung.
âHyung, it's fine. Y/n-ah looks good,â Seungmin chimes in, before winking at you. You groan internally, knowing from the look in his eye that you're not going to like what he says next. âIs there a boy that you're trying to impress tonight?â
âNo!â you deny immediately, still trying to pull your arm from your brother's grip to no avail. Your chest tightens at the idea of being forced to stay at home. Minho immediately latches onto the idea that Seungmin has thrown out, his expression darkening even further.
âIs it true?â he questions you.
âOppa, I promise, I'm just matching with my friends. Which you would know if we actually go to the party!â
âIf there is, you better tell me,â he warns.
âYes, yes,â you groan. âIf there was, which there isn't! You're just wasting time now.â
âAt least put on a jacket, youâre going to be cold.â
âFine.â You wrench your arm out of Minho's grasp and stalk to your room. You grab the first jacket you see, intent on ditching it the second that you get to the party, then head straight to the door, breezing past Minho on your way. âHappy now?â
âThrilled,â he says in a flat voice that says he is anything but.
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Your apartment is not too far away from the party, so itâs not long before everyone is unloading from their cars and approaching the party. You can hear the bass pounding even from outside the building and youâre sure that there will be a number of neighbours that file noise complaints by the end of the night.
When you make it in, your friends greet you enthusiastically, but are all a little bit weird, fixing their hair more than usual and giggling nervously. Youâre not close with all of the girls that are in the group, some of them you canât even recall if youâve met before, but you can still tell that everyone is acting strangely.Â
It's not until you turn around that you realise that Minho has practically stationed himself behind you and is glowering at anybody who looks your way too long. After years of being on the receiving end of his glares, youâve grown immune, but everybody else is clearly at least a little intimidated.
âOppa,â you hiss. He barely spares you a glance. âYou're not seriously going to babysit me all night, are you?â
âI'm letting you do what you want so you should let me do whatever I want,â he replies primly.Â
You know there's no convincing him on your own. From across the room, you manage to catch Chan's eye and nod your head in Minho's direction. Luckily, he knows exactly what you're trying to say and makes his way over quickly to stand beside Minho.
âMinho-ya, you don't have a drink yet?â he asks, before pointedly taking a sip of his own cup.
âI asked Yongbokkie and Seungmin to make me one,â he replies, unphased.
âAnd you trust them that much?â
At the same time, the two of them glance over to the kitchen. You follow their gaze to find Felix, Seungmin, as well as Jisung mixing together a concoction that looks not only toxic, but also disgusting. You want to gag when you see them add in soju, hot sauce, milk, and maraschino cherries in quick succession. Thatâs not even considering whatever theyâve already put into the cup before you looked over. There's no way they actually think the combination could taste good and Minho must agree because he stands up and starts stalking towards them, swearing to himself the whole time.
After Minho leaves, Chan wanders a bit closer to you and brushes a hand against your shoulder lightly. You have to fight the urge to lean into his touch.
âI told you, I got you tonight. Don't worry about your brother breathing down your neck,â he says lowly. Just like when he first promised to distract your brother, Chan winks at you, then follows after Minho.
You force yourself not to stare after him, cheeks flushing as the rest of the girls squeal. Some of your friends have met Minho in passing a couple times, but not any of his friends. Your brother's dance crew has become wildly popular this year, but luckily it's not widely known that you are close with them. You prefer to keep it that way, but it seems like revealing your relation to them is unavoidable tonight. It's just your luck that some of these girls are among the âfansâ that your brother has somehow amassed.
âY/nnie,â a girl beside you pouts. âHow come you've never mentioned you know Lee Minho and Bang Chan before? I can't believe you've never introduced him to us!â
âI-â you splutter, still flustered by how close Chan was to you.
âI saw you show up with all eight of them,â another girl interupts. Someone else gasps as if you've committed a serious crime. âYou actually know them?â
âWell, yeah-â
âI heard that you called Minho oppa, are you two dating?â the first girl asks.
âWhat? No!â you quickly deny, disgusted by the very thought of that.
âOh come on, you don't think that they're ridiculously attractive?â someone else chimes in. The whole group murmurs in agreement. They have more and more questions for you and start to talk over each other.
âMinho's my brother! As in, we share the same parents, thatâs why I call him oppa.â you exclaim, before things can spiral further. âAnd ew, he is definitely not attractive!â
The group is stunned into silence for a moment before exploding in noise. There are girls offended on Minhoâs behalf, some asking what him and his friends are like, and others who beg you to introduce them.
Your best friend chooses that moment to speak up, reminding you why she is one of your favourite people in the world.
âLetâs play a drinking game!â she exclaims loudly. She holds up a couple bottles of soju that youâre not sure where sheâs been hiding and starts filling up everyoneâs cup. Luckily the girls are easily distracted by alcohol, enough that the topic is changed without too much of a fuss. You breathe out a sigh of relief.
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After a few drinks, you eventually excuse yourself to the bathroom. Youâre definitely on your way to being tipsy, but not enough that you feel unsteady on your feet. The loud music makes it a bit difficult to focus and people have filled every corner of the house, but youâre somehow able to find an unoccupied bathroom.
You take an extra moment to splash yourself with water before you leave, youâre feeling a bit sticky from sweating and when one of your friends spilled a bit of their drink on you. When you finish, you swing open the door and immediately apologise when you narrowly miss hitting a guy who has been waiting in the hall. He waves it off, but doesnât make a move to enter the bathroom, instead stepping a bit closer to you.Â
âWhatâs a pretty little girl like you doing here all on her own?â he slurs, crowding further into your personal space. Itâs dark, but you can still tell that his eyes are red and unfocused and hair is matted to his forehead. He's drunk.Â
You swallow hard, trying not to panic. You have to treat this situation delicately and somehow make your disinterest clear without provoking or offending him.
âIâm not alone.â You canât help but laugh nervously, taking a step back. Your stomach churns when your shoulder knocks into the wall behind you and you realise you have nowhere else to go. âMy friends are actually probably wondering whatâs taking me so long, Iâll just-â
âSâokay, Iâm sure they wouldnât notice if you were gone a little longer.â He leans in until heâs close enough that you can smell the sourness of his sweat and the alcohol on his breath. âI just wanna get tâknow you a bit better.â
He smiles down at you in a way that he must think is attractive. It makes you want to vomit.
âNo thanks, Iâm just going to head-â Your voice is shrill with panic, you can barely recognize it.
You try to shuffle to the side, but the guy slaps his hand against the wall, trapping you even more. Your heartbeat pounds in your chest. He reaches out and traces one of your cheeks with a clumsy hand, ignoring the way that you cringe away.
âAww câmon darling, donât be like that. I can promise you a good time.â
You know a bit of self defense, but this is far from a fair fight. This guy is significantly taller than you and probably double your weight. Even drunk, he can likely overpower you without even trying.
Before you can make a move, an arm slings around the drunk guyâs shoulder, jostling him to the side. Your heart sinks. There was a small chance that youâd have been able to escape, but not if youâre outnumbered.
âHey mate,â the new person says. Your head shoots up at the familiar voice. Chan. âYou seem pretty sloshed.â
Chan nudges the guy again, this time creating a little space that makes you feel less trapped. His body language is loose and relaxed, but the expression on his face is another story. His gaze is intense as he scans you, softening by a fraction when you nod that youâre fine.
âMânot,â the guy argues. He squints up at Chan. âDo I even know you? Get lost, Iâm busy right now.â
âWhy donât you go outside and get some air? Itâs gotten pretty stuffy in here.â Itâs not a suggestion. Chanâs words are friendly, but the tone of his voice sends shivers down your spine.
The guy opens his mouth, likely to protest, but promptly shuts it when he sees the look on Chanâs face. The two of you watch as he stumbles away without a fight, bumping into a few other people in his haste to leave. Now that youâre alone, Chan backs up, giving you more space to breathe.
âSorry about that,â Chan says, hand scratching at the back of his neck nervously. âDidn't want to be too aggressive. It just- you looked like you needed some help.â
âSome people just donât know how to take no for an answer,â you say quietly. Itâs just another thing to be grateful for when Chan doesnât comment on the shakiness of your voice. Instead, his expression darkens further before he composes himself.
âAre you okay?â he asks tentatively.Â
âYeah, you came at just the right time.â You look away, a bit embarrassed that he had to step in and rescue you, but he puts a finger under your chin and uses it to turn your face back to him. It feels so different from when the drunk guy touched you that you donât want him to stop. His eyes search yours for a moment and whatever he finds must satisfy him.
âYou should probably rejoin your friends.â Chan starts to step away, but you reach out and snag his sleeve before he can go.Â
âChan-oppa.â
He pauses, turning back to look at you again.
âYeah?â Thereâs a hopeful lilt to his voice, although youâre not sure what heâs hoping you say.
âPlease donât tell my brother about this,â you plead. Chanâs expression drops a little, clearly thatâs not what he wanted to hear, but heâs still quick to reassure you.
âNo, yeah, of course. I wonât say anything.â
âI donât want him to worry about me.â
âOf course,â Chan repeats.
âAnd⊠thank you.â You rise up on your toes and kiss his cheek quickly, then slip away towards where your friends are before you can see what his reaction is.Â
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It takes a few days for you to recover from the party. You hadnât drunk enough to be hungover, but just remembering your interaction with Chan makes you want to bury yourself in your bed and never leave. Luckily Minho hasn't questioned your change in behaviour much, but you can tell that he's getting sick of your wallowing, even if he doesn't know the reason behind it.Â
âYah, Y/n-ah!â Minho bangs on your door. âWeâre heading out for gukbap in 5 minutes, are you coming?â
He doesnât specify who the âweâ is, you know who to expect. Of course, Chan is included. Itâs easy to make a decision.
âGo without me!â you yell back.
âEh? Open up.â
âJust come in, itâs unlocked.â
You hear the door open and Minho approaches. He prods at your prone form with one of his feet.
âWhatâs up with you? You never say no to gukbap.â
âNothing!â you groan.
âYouâve been acting strange since that stupid party, what are you hiding?â He pokes at you again, this time a bit harder.
âOppa,â you complain, lifting yourself out of your blankets to swat at his foot. âI promise that I have nothing to hide, I just donât feel like hanging out with your friends today.â
âThey havenât done anything, have they?â Minho asks, eyes narrowing in suspicion. âChannie-hyung asked me if you were doing okay.â
âNo! I-â you choke on your spit in your haste to answer, leading to a coughing fit that leaves you with tears gathering in your eyes. You clear your throat roughly then continue. âNo, Chan-oppa and the rest of your friends have all been nice to me.â
âOppa?âÂ
Whoops, you hadnât meant for that to slip out.
âWhat?â you whine. âYouâre the one who forces me to hang out with them all the time! You told me to stop being so formal around them. They kept telling me too, it got really annoying.â
âHmm,â Minho huffs, not quite convinced.
âReally,â you insist. âI just donât want to go out today, I promise.â
âOkay,â Minho says reluctantly before he gets uncharacteristically serious. âBut you know, you're my little sister, you can always come to me if something or someone is bothering you right?â
âI- yeah of course, oppa.â You feel kind of touched, not used to Minho openly showing that he cares about you, even though you know he does. It's enough that your throat feels tight with emotion, but you force yourself to speak through it. âThank you. I always know that I can count on you.â
âI'm the only one allowed to mess with you,â he says sweetly, ruffling your hair so that it sticks up the way he knows you hate. âIf anyone else does, I'll make sure that they regret the day that they were born.â
You try to ignore the guilt that curls in your stomach as you watch Minho leave. You hate hiding things from him, but you're still confused by your own emotions and you're worried by how he'll react. Minho has always been your biggest supporter in everything except for your love life, which he is strictly against no matter how much you try to reason with him.Â
You canât imagine how much worse it would be if he found out that the person youâre interested in is one of his friends. Youâve heard him warn the whole group that you were off limits. Heâd use a joking tone, but everyone knew that he was actually serious about it.
In the end, it doesnât even matter because youâre almost certain that nothing will ever come of your feelings, Chan is way out of your league so thereâs no point in even imagining a relationship together.
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Unsurprisingly, your attempts to avoid Chan fail pretty much instantly. You're not sure how the stars aligned exactly opposite to what you were hoping, but the studio that Minho's (and therefore Chan's) dance crew uses had a schedule conflict that ended up shifting their practice times.
To your dismay, it works out so that multiple times a week, you're leaving campus at the exact same time as your brother. That in itself is not much of an issue, it's the fact that Chan lives close enough to you that the three of you commute back together. To make matters worse, Minho always invites Chan over to have dinner and Chan always accepts.
You can't fault Minho though, you know that he invites him over partly because he wants to hang out with Chan and partly because he knows that Chan might end up working throughout the night in an empty apartment and completely forget to eat. It does also bring you comfort, knowing that Chan is being cared for, that he's eating well and taking time in his day to not worry about school or dance. It's also nice for you, you've grown so used to preparing and eating dinner on your own that it's started to feel more like a chore than something to look forward to.
It's just hard. You haven't had a private conversation with Chan since the party, but you know that he wants to talk to you.Â
You were so sure that he would never reciprocate your feelings, but now, you're starting to doubt yourself.
While you're on the bus home, listening to your music, you sometimes glance over to find Chan staring at you, though he's quick to look away. When the three of you are cooking in the kitchen, he's more affectionate, resting a light hand on your waist or back when he passes behind you or nudging your shoulder playfully after he makes a joke. During dinner, he makes sure that you're also engaged in conversation, asking about your classes or the few clubs that you're involved in. He sometimes brings you and Minho little treats from the convenience store and they're always in your favourite flavours.
The thing is, Chan is friendly and generous to everyone that he meets. It's hard to tell if you're reading too much into your interactions with him or if he's actually paying you more interest than usual. You've never heard of Chan dating, actually you can't recall if any of the boys in Minho's dance crew have ever had partners, but it's not for a lack of interested parties.
At times, it feels so impossible that you're embarrassed to even admit to yourself how much you like Chan. You're not blind, you know that there's a fair share of girls who are just as delusional as you are, giggling when he looks over and insisting to their friends that he's interested in them because he helped open the door for them or waved as he walked past.
In fact, some of the very moments that you keep closest to your heart sound so similar to experiences that you've heard other girls gushing about that you hate yourself for having hope that Chan would be interested in you of all people.
It's easier to pretend that there's nothing going on between the two of you. You know that if you were to confess your feelings to Chan, something you would never do, that he would be nice about it. You can almost imagine it, how flustered he would be, making up some kind of excuse about not being interested in dating because he was too devoted to school and dance. He would promise not to tell your brother about it and assure you that it wouldn't change the way that he treats you.
You've run through this hypothetical situation so many times that not only have you experienced enough mortification for a lifetime, but you've convinced yourself even further to lock your feelings up inside of you. There's no point in confessing when you're so sure that nothing will ever come from it.
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One day, Chan is over as usual and the three of you are cooking in your tiny kitchen, elbows bumping and arms reaching over as everyone tries to make do with the small space available.Â
The food is almost ready when Minho's phone rings, the special song that he has saved for Jisung. He picks it up instantly, shoving the pair of chopsticks that he's using into your hands in his haste. You can't hear what Jisung says, but Minho rolls his eyes and leaves to his bedroom, lecturing Jisung about something the whole way there.
âHey,â Chan says softly. You try to keep yourself busy, picking up dishes and putting them into the sink for washing, but he tugs at your wrist lightly so that you face him. âIs everything good with you?â
âYeah,â you say, nodding quickly.Â
âYou just seem, I don't know, distracted or something these days.â
âNo, it's-â You take a deep breath to collect yourself. âThank you for asking, really. But I'm fine.â
âOkay,â Chan says, still looking concerned. âListen, I know we haven't-â
You've never been so glad to hear Minho re-enter the room.Â
âEh? You guys haven't even finished with the food?â he complains in a whiny voice that he only really uses around Chan. âWhat have you guys been doing this whole time? Come on, Y/n-ah, go set the table. Hyung, I know you can't cook to save your life, but at least scoop out the rice into our bowls. I'm hungry!â
Chan drops the subject for the rest of the night, but you know that youâve only delayed the conversation.Â
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The next day, you wake up to a dry and achy throat. This isnât that unusual, you suffer from seasonal allergies that sometimes block your nose and force you to breathe through your mouth as you sleep. This time, it feels different. Your throat has been bothering you more than usual the past couple of weeks and while drinking a glass of water does help you wake up, it doesnât dull the pain that persists.Â
You shuffle out of bed to wash up, then head straight to the kitchen, brewing yourself a steaming mug of yuja tea. The taste is comforting, but doesn't help as much as you hoped it would.Â
You get ready for school quickly, hoping to leave before Minho wakes up. You know that your classes start before him today, but he's always been an early riser, preferring to work out or spend time in the dance studio before it gets too busy.
âY/n-ah,â Minho calls out, right as you're starting to put on your shoes. âYou were going to leave without saying bye?â
âI didnât know if you were awake,â you say, wincing when your voice still sounds rough.
âYou didnât even check.â Minho steps out of his room and unlocks the front door for you as you pull on your backpack.
âI was in a rush-â you start to say, but the rest of your sentence doesnât manage to make its way out. Clearing your throat only irritates it further, triggering a cough that you canât contain.
âY/n,â Minho says, genuine concern shining in his eyes. âAre you feeling okay?â
He raises a hand to your forehead, but you slap it away weakly before he can check your temperature.
âI'm fine, I just have this stupid sore throat that wonât go away,â you reassure him. âI donât think Iâm sick though. The air has been so dry lately, I think I need a humidifier in my room while I sleep.â
âAww.â Minho pinches your cheek and goes straight back to teasing you. âMy delicate baby sister.â
âUgh, forget I said anything.â You push your brother away. âNow let me go, I'm going to be late for class.â
Minho doesn't say anything in response, but the next night when you go to sleep, a new humidifier has been installed on your bedside table.Â
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In the next few weeks you find that the discomfort in your throat that has been plaguing you has evolved into something else. Thereâs a persistent feeling of something caught in your throat and you find yourself with a lingering dry cough that no amount of tea or medication can relieve.
One night, you wake up feeling like you can't breathe. In a panic, you untangle yourself from your sheets and get yourself into a sitting position. The change in position allows a deep cough to rattle through you, enough that youâre finally able to suck in a breath.Â
Instead of phlegm or maybe a piece of food that could have been stuck in your throat, you feel something velvety in your mouth. You blindly reach for your bedside table to turn on your lamp and wonder if youâre still asleep when you find a single, dark red rose petal in the palm of your hand.
You squeeze your eyes shut and pinch yourself, hard, but when your eyes open, nothing has changed.
Suddenly, youâre wide awake and a cold sweat starts to form, making your pyjamas stick to your back.
Youâve heard of hanahaki disease, of course you have, but youâve never known someone who has suffered from it.Â
It makes sense, youâve had a sore, scratchy throat and dry cough for weeks now with no other cold symptoms.
You canât believe it though.Â
Hanahaki disease was almost like an urban legend at this point, having been exaggerated and twisted so much in media that youâve almost forgotten the reality of it. While most of the shows and books that cover this have a somewhat romantic take on it, declaring that it's caused by unrequited love, you know the real cause is your refusal to admit your feelings.
You knew that lying, to Chan, to your brother, to yourself, would have consequences. You had heard stories about how people who kept their feelings a secret were slowly choked by them, petals and leaves representing every time you had held yourself back.Â
You just never thought it would happen to you.
Sure, you were interested in Chan. You found him kind, hard-working, funny, and attractive, but it's not like you were in love with him.
You crumple the petal in your hand and throw it into your garbage can. If this is your first time finding petals, you still have months until things progress to be more serious. A part of you hopes that this was some sort of one-off, that this would be the first and last time your body creates any flowers.
You turn off the light and pull the covers tightly over your body, praying that you'll wake up in the morning and find that this was all some crazy stress-related dream.
You donât fall asleep for the rest of the night.
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You had thought that you were pretty good at covering up your tracks, but it doesnât take long before Minho starts piecing things together. It doesn't help over the past few days, your symptoms have steadily worsened. Youâve found yourself coughing up petals every day, enough that you're starting to grow concerned about how quickly things are progressing.
It starts when he calls you into your shared bathroom one evening. You donât think much of it, until you find him staring at something on the ground.
âWhatâs this?â he asks.Â
âItâs a rose petal,â you say easily, stooping down to pinch it between two fingers and dangle it in front of his face. âYouâve never seen one before?â
Minho rolls his eyes at that, swatting at you half-heartedly. You manage to dodge out of the way, but lose your grip on the petal. It flutters to the floor, but Minho swipes it out of the air.
âWhatâs it from? Is a boy giving you flowers?â he asks warningly, crushing the petal in his grip.
âOppa, stop jumping to conclusions!â you groan. âItâs from a bath bomb that I tried out, I guess I missed this one when I was cleaning up.â
âSince when do you take baths?âÂ
âSince I got a bunch of bath bombs on sale. I thought it would be relaxing.â This time youâre the one rolling your eyes. âBut if I knew that it would lead to you interrogating me, I wouldnât have bothered buying them in the first place.â
âFine, sorry, just- just clean up next time youâre going to make a mess in the bathroom,â Minho says, before throwing the petal at you and leaving you alone.
You watch as the petal falls onto the tiles, crumpled into a little ball from being in Minhoâs fist. When you reach out to pick it up, your fingers are trembling. Youâve never been a good liar, but it seems that at least this time, your acting skills have been good enough to fool Minho.
You hear the front door close and you finally give in to the cough that you've been trying to suppress the whole conversation.Â
Tears spring to your eyes, but you can't stop the coughs that wrack your body. This time, even after you spit out a couple of petals, it still feels like thereâs something stuck in your throat. After what feels like forever, that something dislodges and you find yourself holding a tiny rosebud complete with a short stem.
You stare at it in horror, you havenât had more than petals until now. Thereâs a deep sense of dread that fills you. You thought that youâd have more time, it hasnât even been a month since you had started coughing up anything.
You throw the flower into the toilet, flushing quickly so that the red petals swirl out of sight. Even after you rinse your mouth, thereâs a tinge of iron that lingers.
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You don't often visit the boys when they're at dance practice, in fact you actively avoid going to the studio. It's one thing to know that their dance crew is quite popular and another to experience it yourself.
But today you don't have much of a choice, in your rush to leave for an early lab, you completely forgot to pack an assignment that was due the same morning and had begged Minho to bring it to campus for you. You were lucky that he hadn't left the apartment yet, but he only brought it on the condition that you brought him coffee and picked your assignment up from him directly.Â
It's just before 10am when you head over, which means that there's a lot of students waiting for their dance class to start, but it still surprises you to find a fairly significant crowd outside of the studio that Minho had texted you to go to. You can hear music faintly from the closed door and, as you push your way closer, find that there's a large horizontal window that has caught everyone's attention.
You get more than a fair share of dirty looks as you squeeze through the crowd and one girl even stops you as you move to open the door.Â
âSorry, excuse me,â you say politely.
âYou're not allowed in,â she says in a haughty voice. Her acrylic nails bite into your arm, surprisingly strong for how thin she is. âTheir practice isn't over.â
âYou're not allowed in, I donât need an invitation,â you say under your breath, rolling your eyes. You must not have said it quietly enough because she gasps dramatically.
âPlease, you think you're special?â She looks you up and down dismissively. âYou wish any of the boys would talk to someone like you.â
âYou must be referring to yourself, they would never want to have to associate with someone as desperate and pathetic as you,â you snap, shouldering your way past her. She squeals, but finally lets go of you, maybe hoping that you'll get in trouble for interrupting.
You open the door just enough to slide through and carefully close it behind you so that you donât disturb them. Itâs mesmerizing, watching them all dance. Theyâve been together for so long that it looks so natural for them to move in sync, although you know itâs more to do with long hours of practice and Minhoâs eagle eyes pointing out any mistakes.Â
None of the boys notice you at first, caught up in the chorus of the song that they're practicing, but Jeongin catches sight of you after a moment.
âNoona!â he says excitedly, abandoning the dance to run over to you. âIs that coffee for me?â
âInnie if you drink that coffee you will not survive long enough for the caffeine to make it into your bloodstream,â your brother warns from across the room.Â
Jeongin falters at that, but when you shake the cup enticingly in front of him, he throws caution to the wind and takes a sip.
âYah! What did I say, Yang Jeongin?â Is the only warning Jeongin gets before heâs chased around the room by an angry Minho. The familiar chaos is almost enough to lift your mood and make you forget about the terrible interaction you had outside.
âYou look annoyed, did something happen?â Chan asks, approaching you from where he had gone to turn off the music on his laptop. You curse how observant he is, you thought you had done a pretty good job of hiding how you felt.
âNothing, just had a weird encounter with a defensive fan out there. It's like you guys are idols or somethingâ you joke, nodding your head towards the window where people are watching curiously. You can still feel the sting from the girlâs nails digging into your wrist and when you lift it up to examine it more closely, see a little bit of blood beading at the deepest crescents.
âTheyâre not fans,â Chan says in disgust, before he does a double take. âI- youâre bleeding?â
âItâs nothing,â you say quickly, wiping at the wounds but only succeeding at smudging the blood so that it looks even worse. âIt doesnât even hurt.â
âCome here, we have a first aid kit somewhere. We donât want it to get infected.âÂ
Chan takes your hand delicately, making sure to avoid the inflamed areas, and leads you over to the bench closest to where all their bags are piled up. You sneak a glance over to the girl that stopped you and canât help but feel smug when you find her, pale and slack-jawed. Chan sits you down, only leaving your side to pull the blinds down on the window and dig around until he finds the first aid kit.
âSorry, it might sting a bit,â Chan apologises as he pulls out the disinfectant wipes.
You peek at Chan and your breath catches in your throat at how concentrated he looks, brows slightly furrowed as he tries to gently dab at the scratches. Most of his hair is hidden under a baseball cap, but you can see a little duck tail forming at the base of his neck which draws attention to the trails of sweat that disappear under the collar of his shirt. You must make some kind of noise, because Chan looks up, eyes wide with concern.
âSorry, does it hurt a lot?â
âNo, you're good,â you say, cheeks flushing.
âIâm almost done,â he says, searching around for a bandage. Heâs just finished applying it, tongue sticking out in concentration, when you hear someone else approach.
âWhat's going on here?â Minho asks.
âNothing!â you say at the same time that Chan says, âI was just helping Y/n put on a bandage.â
âDid you hurt yourself?â Minho's eyes widen and he reaches out to take a look at your wrist, even though he won't be able to see anything under the bandage. You pull your sleeve down and stand up in a rush.
âItâs nothing, really oppa! I'm sorry, I have to go, my class is starting soon!â you call out, lying through your teeth as you run out of the room, clutching your assignment. âThank you, Channie-oppa!â
You rush into the nearest bathroom, not even caring that there are people in the other stalls, and throw up an explosion of petals. By the time that you finally make it to class, just in time, your throat stings more than the wound on your wrist.
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You start trying to avoid Minho and well, you never really stopped in your attempts to avoid Chan.
You leave early in the morning, only come back well after the sun has set, and do everything in your power to contain your cough when you're at home.
You know you're not solving the problem, only prolonging it, but every conversation, every lie, seems to accelerate the growth of the roses that have taken up residence in your lungs. You know that it's not helping, that keeping this secret is just strengthening the flowers that are slowly choking you. It's just that no matter how many conversations you've rehearsed in your head or text that you've drafted, something seems to stop you.
You're just so so scared that waking up with a mouthful of petals and thorns, bloody coughing fits that you can't prevent, and the raspy tone of your voice that has developed is preferrable.Â
As much as you hate him sometimes, you've looked up to your brother for your whole life. You don't know what you would do without him that the thought of losing him terrifies you beyond belief.
You don't always get what you want, though. It's not long until Minho confronts you again.
It's not really a surprise, when you look in the mirror these days, you're shocked by your appearance. Your face is pale and drawn, you have deep bags from not being able to sleep at night, and you've lost weight since most solid food irritates your throat enough to trigger a coughing fit. Add that to the fact that you know your apartment's walls are paper thin which means it's impossible that your brother can't hear you coughing at all hours of the day.
âY/n-ah. I know that you're not doing well right now. Don't even try to deny it,â Minho says. He closes his eyes for a moment before seemingly deciding something. âI- you don't have to tell me what it is. I would prefer it if you did, but just- what can I do to help?â
You take a deep breath, preparing yourself to reassure him that you're fine, but regret it when you start choking instead. You lurch upright and head directly to the bathroom, Minho trailing behind you worriedly.Â
âI-â Trying to talk just makes it worse. You're used to it now, the way that the thorns seem to claw at your throat on their way up, how even the brush of soft petals against the raw flesh hurts, the metallic taste that you can't seem to get rid of no matter how many times you wash your mouth. Still, it doesn't make it easier.
Minho watches in silence as you heave over the toilet. He puts a hand on your back, rubbing slow circles to try and soothe some of your pain. Your eyes water, partially from coughing and partly because you're mortified that your brother is finally witnessing this.
You throw up finally, mostly petals and blood, which is a relief. The stems have been the most painful by far, each thorn digging into the already abused flesh of your throat.
When you finally finish rinsing your mouth, he's holding out a tissue which you accept gratefully. Minho doesn't comment until you've finally caught your breath.
âY/n-ah-â
âYeah,â you say miserably, tearing at the leftover tissue in your hand. Your voice both sounds and feels like you've been swallowing gravel. âHanahaki, who would have guessed that I'd be a romantic at heart?â
You laugh weakly. Minho doesn't.
âI knew it. All those times you locked yourself in the bathroom with the water running⊠That stupid bath bomb story you told me⊠I hear you up at all hours, coughing your lungs out⊠Youâve been hiding it this whole time, havenât you?â he accuses you.
âI can explain-â
âGo on then,â Minho says impatiently.
âI- It's-â You bury your face in your hands, unable to get the words out. âIt's stupid.â
âY/n-ah, it's obviously not stupid. Whatever it is, it's bothering you enough that it's hurting you physically.â
âI like someone,â you say in a small voice. âOkay? That's it.â
âWhy won't you tell them?â Minho demands. âWhy won't you tell me who it is?â
âNo, I can't. Thereâs no point, it wouldn't work out,â you insist, shaking your head.
âWhat are you talking about? No point? Y/n, can't you see it's killing you.â You've never heard Minho sound so desperate. He's angry, he's frustrated, but most of all, he's scared, you realise.
âOppa-â you say cautiously, but you're interrupted by yet another coughing fit. You can't hide it from your brother when the tissue that you've used to cover your mouth is tinged red by the time you're done. You can feel there's still something lodged in your throat, it takes everything in you to ignore the urge to continue coughing to try and get it out.
âI can't lose you, Y/n,â he whispers. Your eyes widen when you realise his are filled with tears. You don't think you've ever seen Minho cry. âI can't let you do this to yourself, please.â
âI need more time-â
âYou donât have time!â Minho interrupts frantically. âHave you even seen a doctor about this?â
You look away guiltily at the question.
âNo, but-â
âAre you kidding me?â Minho says exasperatedly. âWeâre booking you an appointment right now.â
âIs it going to make a difference? I know whatâs wrong-â As if to prove your point, you canât stop yourself from coughing again. âIt's not that bad yet, oppa,â you lie, the croakiness of your voice giving you away.
âY/n-â
âI promise! I promise that I am trying my best. I- if it doesn't get better, I'll see a doctor in two weeks.âÂ
âNot good enough, Y/n-ah. If you can't tell me, at least talk to whoever you like,â he pleads.Â
âFine,â you say. âI- I'll talk to him in the next few days. And if the flowers don't go away, then I will see a doctor.â
Minho lets out a heavy sigh of relief, pulling you into his arms for a tight hug. You try your best to sink into his embrace, but just can't ignore the guilt that seems to consume you.
â
Chan catches you outside your last lecture that night. You're not sure how exactly he found out your schedule, but you exit the lecture hall to find him leaning against the wall directly across from the doors.
It could just be that he knows someone else taking this course or that he has a class in the same room, but somehow you know that he's waiting for you. Not ready for this conversation, you try to keep your head down to pass by unnoticed, but you know that he's spotted you when he calls out your name.
âHey.â Chan reaches out, tugging on your sleeve without actually touching you. You turn around, stomach sinking slightly. Yes, you had promised your brother that you'd confess to Chan, but you didn't think it would happen so soon. âYou're heading home right?â
âYeah,â you say warily. âWhat's up?â
âI'm going back too, can we walk together?â
âSure,â you agree slowly, not able to think of a way to get out of this situation.Â
The two of you walk in silence towards your bus stop. Chan's being uncharacteristically awkward and you're not sure what to expect.
âI wanted to talk to you about something,â he says suddenly.
âOkay?â
Chan stays quiet for so long that youâre about to ask if heâs okay.
âI like you,â he blurts out, right as you open your mouth to speak.
âWhat?â Of everything he could have said, this is what you're expecting the least. Thereâs no way that you heard him correctly, you must need to get your ears checked.
âI like you,â Chan repeats. You blink up at him, stunned. âBut if you don't feel the same way, it's- don't worry about it. I promise that I'll respect it. I'll back off and everything will stay the same. I just wanted to get it off my chest. And maybe, I don't know if I was just making things up, but I thought that you liked me too?â
âYou can't,â is all that escapes your mouth.
âI⊠can't like you?â Chan asks, baffled.
âNo, it's- you can't- we can't,â you stammer. âMy brother-"
âWhat, you think I'm afraid of Minho-ya?â Chan asks cockily, raising an eyebrow in a way that you can't help but find attractive.
âI just- he always said-â
âY/n-ah,â Chan says gently. âI like you and I don't care what your dumb brother thinks. He can complain all he wants, but as long as you're happy, I'm happy. And-â
âYou actually like me?â you interrupt.
âYes, is it really so hard to believe?â
âI just always thought, you only saw me as Minho-oppa's baby sister,â you say glumly, kicking at the ground.
âI did when you were younger for sure,â Chan laughs. âBut since university, I feel like I've actually gotten to know the real you, to see how funny, talented, kind, and thoughtful you are. I like you for you, not because I'm friends with your brother.âÂ
âBut there's so many other girls you could choose from that are much prettier or smarter than me,â you argue, still not wanting to get your hopes up.
âY/n-ah, are you actually trying to convince me not to like you?â Chan pouts. âIf you don't feel the same way, just say so, it's okay.â
âNo! I-â you trail off, suddenly feeling incredibly shy.
âYou what?â Chan prompts you gently.
âI like you too.â Your voice is barely a whisper, but you know that he's heard you from the smile that grows on his face.
âWhat was that?â Chan asks cheekily.
âI said I like you too!â you say louder this time, before hiding your face in your hands so that you don't have to look at Chan.Â
Even though you're beyond embarrassed, you feel better than you have in a long time, giddy with the idea that Chan actually reciprocates your feelings.
But when you breathe in, instead of relief, there's still that familiar tightness in your chest.Â
You have to talk to Minho, you realise. As much as you've been keeping it a secret from Chan, you know that a majority of your inner turmoil stems from hiding our feelings from the closest person in your life. You had hoped that talking to Chan would instantly cure your hanahaki, but clearly you were wrong.
â
For the first time in weeks, you purposely seek out Minho. Luckily, you don't have to look far, when you get home, Minho is stretched out on the couch watching anime.
âI told him,â you say. Minho immediately sits upright, turning his attention to you. âThe guy I like. But it didnât help, the flowers are still-â
âAnd he feels the same way?â Minho interrupts you.
âI- yes, heâs the one that confessed first.â
âWow,â Minho whistles. âWhoâs crazy enough to have feelings for you?â
You had already made up your mind that you had to tell your brother, but his reaction makes you even more confident in your decision. Maybe it's the way that Minho is treating this so lightly, but youâre no longer nervous to say it out loud.
âIt's Chan-oppa,â you say, bracing yourself.Â
âChan?â Minho repeats, shell shocked.
âChannie-hyung? Like-â he takes out his phone and pulls up the photo he has of Chan in his contacts.
Chan has the craziest bedhead and his face is puffy from sleep in the photo. He's squinting up at the camera, a hand coming up to try and block his face. He looks adorable.
Minho watches your face carefully as you visibly melt a bit looking at the picture.
âYou really do like him, huh,â he says in a quiet voice, no longer joking around. âThis whole time?â
âYeah.â You look down. âI'm sorry.â
âThat's it? That's the person you've been so scared of telling me that you liked?"
âI- yes? You don't think it's weird?â you ask tentatively, looking back up at your brother. âThe two of us being together? He's one of your best friends.â
âOh no, itâs definitely weird.â Minho laughs. âI do not understand it at all. But Y/n, Channie-hyung is one of the few people in my life that I trust. Do I want him to be dating my baby sister? Of course not! I don't want you to be dating anyone. Do I think heâs out of his mind for being interested in you? Definitely.â
âHey!â you interject. Minho carries on like he canât hear you.
âDo I think he fully understands that if he hurts you in any way, directly or indirectly, on purpose or on accident, that I will hunt him down and make him regret the fact that he ever existed in the first place? Yes, I think he knows.â
âOppa,â you say in horror. âYou will not give your best friend the shovel talk.â
âI donât have to.â Minho smiles brightly, a picture of innocence if you didnât know him. âMy reputation precedes me. Channie-hyung's one of my closest friends, he would never expect anything less from me.â
âOppa-â
âY/n-ah,â Minho softens his voice. âI also know that of all the people that I've ever met, Channie-hyung is one that is least likely to ever hurt you. I trust him, but I also want you to know that I trust your judgement.â
You look away, sniffing. You never could have imagined that Minho would accept your relationship so easily that it's making you feel emotional.
âAigoo, Y/nnie,â Minho coos. He pulls you into a tight hug, ignoring the way that tears finally escape from you and stain his shirt. âYou were really worried about this, weren't you?â
You nod into his shoulder, unable to provide a verbal response.
âI'm sorry that I made you feel like you couldn't tell me about this. It's definitely going to take a bit of time to get used to it, but I'm happy for you, really. I know I can seem overbearing sometimes, but I just worry.â
âI didn't want you to be upset at Channie-oppa or me,â you murmur. âI didn't want to do anything to hurt your friendship. I didn't want to hurt our relationship.â
âY/n-ah,â Minho says gently, but firmly. âI want you to know that there is nothing that could hurt our relationship. You're my baby sister, I'm always going to love you.â
After months of keeping all your feelings bottled up, of denying your feelings for Chan, of dreading Minhoâs reaction, youâve felt a constant dread, guilt filling your insides. Now, youâre just filled with an overwhelming sense of relief. Itâs as if an enormous weight has been lifted off your shoulders.
It feels like you can breathe again.
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pas de deux- w. maximoff
summary: who knew a four year old could be your wingman
pairing: rich!wanda x r
a/n: hi beautiful ppl! second part of dc is here! i have nothing to say except we love valerie
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itâs been two weeks since the word spill incidentâ as your friend likes to call it. two weeks since wanda maximoff has occupied your mind like an uninvited guest you canât get rid of. two weeks of face-palming yourself after replaying the conversation you two had at the bar.
your friend definitely hasnât let you live it down either. you two were on a call a few days ago where she decided it was the perfect time to remind you that you were an idiot and how you practically told wanda that her organization was terrible and didnât serve a true purposeâ and she was right.
part of you wishes you could find a way to reach out to her to apologize and make amends, but the other part of you feels sheâs already forgotten about you and your foolish remarks. maybe that was the truthâ maybe wanda had already forgotten about you.
you shake off the overwhelming thoughts and take in a deep breath before you exit your car with the bouquet of pink flowers from the passenger seat. tonight wasnât about you or your overthinkingâ it was about your niece. valerie had been begging you to come to her ballet recital for weeks, and how could you say no to the curly haired girl with big brown eyes and an overly convincing pout?
so, here you were for the little girl with a bouquet just about the same size as her.
you werenât much of a ballet or theater kid growing up, but your niece had a true love for the stageâ the dramatics of it all and who were you to not support her? her enthusiasm for the art had been unexpected, but you couldnât help but admire her for it.
your niece is the light of your life and you often find yourself always agreeing to whatever she asks. she has you wrapped around her tiny finger, not that you mind.
the auditorium is buzzing with chatter and excitement as you get in line alongside parents to enter the theater. you glance around and smile softly while holding the flowers closeâ this isnât your crowd, but the reminder that itâs for your niece is what pushes you through.
while the line inches forward, you put your phone on do not disturb. heels click behind you as you replay the last time you came to her performance. you donât pay mind to the sound thatâs getting closer until you feel a soft tap on your left shoulder.
you turn around and low and behold is the woman whoâs lived in your mind for the past two weeks, wanda.
your eyes widen just the slightest bit and wanda grins at your surprised expression. âand here i was thinking iâd never see you again,â she says, light laughter filling the air between you two.
you blush almost instantly and smile widely at her, âwanda! hi, how are you? what are you doing here?â
wanda subtly looks you over, admiring your casually put together outfit, âiâm better now that iâm seeing you,â you try to hide an even deeper blush, âthis is one of the schools that my company sponsorsâ we help out with the after school programs. i wanted to come out and see the recital.â
wanda speaks with pride, something youâve grown to admire about herâher genuine love for what she does. maybe you were wrong in doubting her and her company.
wanda looks down to the flowers in your hands and tilts her head in curiosity, âdo you always carry around bouquets this big or is there someone special here tonight?â
âmy niece is performing, i promised her iâd be here. sheâs the only one who can boss me around and get away with it.â you gesture to the pink flowers in your hand and laugh a bit.
nodding along with a warm grin, she admires the flowers, âthatâs really sweet. not everyone gets an adult like that in their lives.â
nodding to her statement as the line moves forward into the seating area and you turn to wanda, âyou could sit with me if youâd like.â
you try to extend an olive branch to the businesswoman, the soft look in your eyes is making it impossible for wanda to say no.
âif thatâs alright with you,â she follows alongside you to a seat in the middle of the auditorium.
what wanda didnât tell you is that she normally has a specific reserved spot during these events in case she has to leave earlier than expected.
but sitting with you seems much nicer.
as the house lights begin to dim, wanda leans over and gestures to the flowers. âhere, let me hold them and iâll hand them back when you need them.â
you smile gratefully and hand them over to wanda with a soft thank you.
the classical track plays on the speakers and you can see the small children with their tutus filing in stage. your niece isnât hard to spot, fourth from the right. you beam with pride as she spots you in the audience after scanning up and down for her aunt. wanda gazes at you with a flicker of admiration as you clap and cheer for the little girl who is dancing.
âthere she is. that oneâs mine, valerie,â you point to the small brunette with the slightly crooked bun and impossibly large grin plastered on her face.
she follows your direction, then turning back to you. wandaâs gaze lingersâ not on your niece, but on you. thereâs something in the way you light up when you watch the little girl that catches wanda off guard.
âbeautiful.â she murmurs, so low you barely catch what she says.
perhaps wanda was foolish to think that of you already. maybe this is the reason she always finds herself in relationships with people who never truly see her for who she isâ just what she can bring to the table.
or maybe itâs the way you treat wanda like a person worth getting to know that has her gravitating towards you. the way you lit up for your niece caught wanda off guard. she couldnât remember the last time her heart rate sped up that fast at the sight of someoneâs smile.
as the show comes to a close, the small children bow and wave to their respective adults. you turn to wanda with a laugh, âthose kids are so much more entertaining than an actual professional dancers.â
wanda nods along with a chuckle, standing up with the bouquet, âoh, i absolutely agree. should we go find her?â
you nod and stand up after wanda, âyes please,â you tilt your head with a subtle teasing grin at wanda, âwould you like to meet her?â
wandaâs heart beats a bit faster and she finds herself agreeing before she can even consider saying no. the softness in your voice and the way you tilt your head makes it hard to decline. so you two stand in the foyer as she holds the flowers while you scan for your niece.
the little girl comes out with a grin that almost covers her whole face, âauntie!â the little girl jumps into your arms and hugs you.
wanda observes the scene in front of her with loving eyes, the scene rich. sheâs holding the flowers with a firm grip, like someone would come by and snatch them from her. why is she nervous to meet a four year old?
she has no idea, but she does know that her heart is racing.
maybe sheâs already found herself in too deep way too early.
the little girl turns to wanda with a shy expression, giving a nervous wave as you introduce wanda to her.
âthis is wanda,â you gesture to the taller woman next to you, âsheâs our friend.â
wanda crouches down to your nieceâs height with a friendly smile, âhi miss valerie,â she says softly, âyou did amazing! you were the true star of the show.â
that won your niece over. she giggles and begins blabbering to wanda about how much she practiced and enjoyed getting ready. wanda is actively listening and conversing with the small girl, giving her complete attention to the tiny ballerina. it surprises you how easily the two have fallen into a comfortable conversation.
wandaâs eyes meet yours for the briefest of moments and you two smile warmly. thereâs something unspoken thereâ something warm and genuine that lingers between the two of you.
your niece grabs wandaâs hand, âare you coming with us to dinner?â her big brown eyes looking up at wanda with a small pleading expression.
wanda hesitates for a second and looks over to you with a nervous look, while you laugh at the scene in front of you. âi told you sheâs hard to say no to.â
the three of you arrive to a italian restaurant and wanda holds the door open for you two, her hand on the small of your back as she ushers you two inside while you hold the tiny girlâs hand. youâre sat in a booth, wanda across from the two of you who is enjoying talking to your niece about her favorite class and four year old drama.
âsheâs normally a super shy kid,â you whisper to wanda in awe as the little girl is momentarily distracted with a breadstick.
wanda watches the little girl with a warm look in her eye then turns to you, âsheâs like her aunt, hard to resist.â
you chuckle and playfully roll your eyes, turning back to the little girl to fix the small curls that have popped out of her bun. the warmth in wandaâs words make your heart flutter.
you three eat over a family style italian meal and when the waitress comes back to ask if youâd like dessert, you go to say noâ but wanda turns to valerie with a sneaky grin.
âval, you want some cake?â wanda has a playful smirk. valerieâs eyes light up and she nods enthusiastically, the fallen out curls moving with her.
you turn to wanda with mock seriousness, âwanda, youâre spoiling her.â
immediately and with an almost flirtatious tone, wanda quips, âonly fair if i spoil you too, donât you think?â
that stumps you. you blush slightly and try to play it off by looking elsewhere, but the teasing smirk on wandaâs face tells you that she noticed the flush.
after dessert, your niece falls asleep on your lap while you converse with wanda.
âshe really likes you,â you say to wanda quietly as you look down to the brown haired girl in your lap, âiâm surprised she warmed up to you so quickly.â
a blush forms on wandaâs face, ever so faint that you almost miss itâ almost.
âand her aunt? what about her?â
wandaâs low questioning tone brings a heat up to your cheeks that you so desperately wish wanda canât see. the question catches you off guard, but you force yourself to meet wandaâs gaze, âmaybe,â you say with a smirk, but your voice came out much softer thank intended.
thereâs something in the way the two of you look at each otherâ something beyond whatever it is you two thought you had.
the waitress comes back with the check and you reach to your purse for your wallet, but wanda beats you to it and hands the check back to the waitress before you can even protest.
you look at wanda and speak with an exasperated sigh, âwhy did you pay? i was going to.â you partly feel guilty that wanda paid when it felt that you were the one who dragged her along.
wanda shrugs with nonchalance as she starts cleaning the table, âwhy not? you deserve a night out and so does the baby.â
wandaâs nonchalance and the way sheâs taking charge surprises you, but youâre not hating it. thereâs something comforting in the way sheâs taking care of the two of you.
you still feel partly guilty and begin to help wanda pick up the table, âis there anything i can do to pay you back? i feel bad that we dragged you out with us, iâm sure you had other plans.â
wanda laughs and waves her hand dismissively, âyou didnât drag me, i chose to come with. and as for paying me back..â
wanda has a look in her eyes that only spells trouble and it makes you nervous, âmy company is having a dinner next month. would you like to be my plus one?â
youâre caught off guard but just as you go to respond, the waitress comes back with the receipt.
âyour daughter is the cutest thing, you two must be so proud. have a great night!â the waitress picks up the plates and moves on before you can ever correct her.
you look over at wanda and laugh a little bit, âsorry.â you pick up the sleeping girl in your arms and the two of you walk out to your respective cars.
wanda walks you to your car with a light hand behind your back, making sure you carry valerie safely as she checks the road for cars. the streetlights cast a soft glow over the parking lot, wandaâs protective instincts surprising you in the best way.
just as you two stop in front of your car, your niece wakes up and realizes itâs time to go.
âis auntie wanda leaving us now?â her tiny voice laced with tiredness as she reaches for wanda.
wanda is caught off guard with valerieâs words but works quickly to grab the little girl whose tiny hands are grabbing for her, âyeah, honey, iâm taking off. maybe if your auntie is sweet enough, we can go out to eat again.â
wanda takes a peek at you from behind valerieâs head with a playful pout. you nod softly to her silent request to see each other again. you admire the scene in front of you, the way wandaâs rocking the little girl in her arms and gazing at the four year old with pure joy.
wanda works quickly to get valerie in her car seat that is in the backseat of your car before she wakes up again.
she turns to you with a new look in her eyes, something comforting and touching. âsheâs the sweetest thing, you know that? a lot like you.â
you giggle and roll your eyes, âwhatever you say, wanda.â
you lean on your car and eye wanda as she pulls out her phone from her back pocket, âi meant what i said in there,â she gestures back to the restaurant, âi want you to come to the dinner with me. i promise it wonât be like the last time.â
at the mention of the past event, you groan as you put your phone number into her phone, âstop bringing it up.â
wanda laughs, a sound you are growing to love. âseriously though. i want you there with me.â
the way she says it, the way she looks at you with soft eyes, it all makes you giddy inside.
âiâll see you,â wanda says as she puts her phone back into her pocket, giving you a warm smile before she turns back to begin walking to her car.
you watch wanda leave to her car from inside your own with a grin. just before you take off, you can hear your little girl from the back, âauntie, your girlfriend is really nice. i like her.â
you roll your eyes but canât hide your smile. you mentally thank valerie for convincing wanda to come to dinner with you two.
âsheâs not my girlfriend, val,â you laugh at your nieceâs assumption that you and wanda were dating.
she lets out a soft yawn and holds one of her stuffed animals close to her chest as she sits in your backseat, âbut she could be.â
looking in your rear view mirror at your niece, you canât help but be surprised at her words. how could a four year old possibly know about this stuff? you fight the urge to press your niece further about her knowledge, but decide against it.
arriving home, you carefully pull your niece out of her car seat and take her to your bed to sleep until her parents pick her up later. you press a small kiss to her forehead and let out a soft sigh at the memory of the conversation in the car.
staring at wandaâs contact as you sit on the couch, you canât help but replay the dayâs events over and over. the way she was gentle with valerie, the way she looked at you and took care of the both of you, and the small bashful smile she had when she asked you to be her plus one.
you type and erase several different messages until you decide on a fairly simple one to send to wanda.
thank you for tonight. valerie really likes you
you hit send and place your phone down before you choose to not send anything at all.
not even a whole minute passes before your phone buzzes with a new message.
sheâs adorable.. just like her aunt
you bite your lip to keep from smiling like a fool at her text. her reply is short, but you can already hear her voice as if she was saying it out loud. she sends another text before you get the chance to type something out.
seriously, though. thank you for allowing me to tag along. i loved it. i really hope youâll think about being my plus one next month
you mentally envision yourself with wanda, your stomach doing flips at the thought of you being by her all night. her gentle demeanor and hand guiding you through the night makes you smile foolishly.
iâll think about it, i promise. goodnight, wanda
you type out the response and hit send quickly before you get the chance to talk yourself out of it.
goodnight, you
maybe your niece was onto something.
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⥠â.á ììí° ë늌 . . "merry christmas, loverboy!"
scenario . . ⥠youâve been bragging about your christmas gift for the whole month and, even though your boyfriend had been arguing you couldnât beat his gift for you, he was curious, after all, you were talking too much. he didnât expect you to tell the truth. itâs the first christmas eve youâve spent alone since you started dating, a few months ago, so you decided to prepare something memorable. he found you lying on the bed, completely naked, well, not completely since you had a big red ribbon around your breasts, offering yourself as the special gift.
content . . đđ boyfriend!dream x fem!reader, first time as a couple! [mk] protected sex, praising, squirting, kinda rough sex, mark is lowkey a beast ⥠[rj] protected sex (in my mind), praising, breast play, renjun is a whiny sub ⥠[jn] unprotected sex, virgin!reader, big dick!jeno, power play, cervix fucking, creampie, jeno itâs too good for this world ⥠[hc] fingering, messy sex, mention of squirting, mirror sex, haechan is a bit of a perv and kinda mean (but wbk) ⥠[jm] fingering, cunnilingus, praising, jaemin is a softie and⊠kinda pussydrunk ⥠[cl] unprotected sex, implied breeding kink, mentions of children (as next christmasâ gift), GIVE THIS MAN A KID YâALL, chenle is completely obsessed ⥠[js] unprotected sex, creampie, clothed blowjob (?), slight size kink, jisung is needy
lola's notes .: oh, haii >.< iâm kinda back yippie! iâve been facing terrible writerâs block that is eating me alive and iâve been kinda⊠depressed bc writing is literally my favourite thing to do, (stardew valley, close your eyes) so itâs being hard for me⊠anyways, dropping this hc (which i didnât know i could write on time) so you can enjoy it while iâm away! also, iâm closing requests for now :( i have like 8 in line and, as i said, i canât write now, but iâll do it as soon as possible. i have some other projects to do, so idk when iâll open it again⊠well, thatâs it, enjoy your holidays, my adorable âlola loversâ (youâve been named by @lyvhie btw) and merry christmas! love yâall <3 (and wtf are these content warnings đđ)
Mark
as soon as he stepped into the bedroom, his mouth fell open. he opened and closed it several times while you giggled, watching your boyfriend freeze in the doorframe. he didn't know how to react. though he wanted to touch you, his mind wouldn't let him â not until you gave verbal permission, even though you were literally offering yourself to him. mark stood there smiling awkwardly, trying to hide his obvious arousal. but when you walked toward him, touching his arms and whispering sweet words, he melted. you peppered his face with kisses, running your hands over his body just as you'd imagined.
you gripped the bedsheets so tightly you thought they might tear. you knew your boyfriend had strong hips â he was a dancer, after all â but you hadn't imagined they were this powerful. mark had your face down, hips raised, completely lost in pleasure. he barely let you catch your breath between positions. you'd already reached one orgasm, and he was driving you toward another.
"fu-fuck, baby, slow down..." you murmured, feeling another climax building. you were already weak, but mark kept going round after round like he couldn't stop himself. his skills were undeniable as his hips snapped against yours in sharp, quick thrusts, hitting all the right spots inside you. your eyes rolled back as you drooled, completely undone, but he loved seeing you like this â pleasure-drunk and utterly satisfied.
"c-can't..." he gasped, sucking in a breath when you clenched around him. "been waiting for you my whole life. i can't stop, baby, i'm sorry." his voice was weak, matching his expression. mark truly couldn't control himself, his body moving on its own. "so pretty, baby... so pretty..." he murmured, gripping your flesh. you managed a faint smile at his praise.
one hand maintained its tight grip on your ass while the other traced down your spine, his touch ghosting over your skin before grabbing your hair and pulling you to him. his lips pressed soft kisses and bites to your shoulder as you reached back to hook your arm around his neck. mark buried his face in your neck, whimpering as he picked up his pace once again.
when your fourth orgasm hit, your breath caught, and suddenly you felt something warm and liquid beneath you.
"did you just... squirt?" mark asked, staring in awe with a goofy smile. "shit, this was so fucking hot." he kept talking, but you couldn't process his words, too exhausted to focus. he removed the full condom, disposing of it in the bathroom before returning to you. "let me clean this mess so we can enjoy a romantic christmas eve." he chuckled at your incoherent mumbling.
Renjun
he wasn't proud of his previous actions, but he had glimpsed you naked once or twice... It was an accident â or maybe he had peeked while you were changing. but seeing you fully naked for him now was simply mind-blowing. though he had a mental list of everything he wanted to do with you when the time finally came, he couldn't move. he was too stunned. when your smile began turning into a worried frown, he snapped out of it, walking toward you to cup your face and kiss you passionately.
jun had always shown you his strong and confident side. you never needed to worry â he was there, your super-boyfriend, ready to handle all your concerns. even though he looked small and fragile, he never let that affect your perception of him.
having him underneath you was heavenly. his big round eyes looked at you â especially your breasts bouncing right in his face â like you were the most precious thing in the world. whines escaped his plump lips whenever you rode him too fast or clenched too hard around him. it was all overwhelmingly satisfying and delicious; you wouldnât want it any other way. turns out his gift was indeed better than yours.
he played with your breasts, squeezing the flesh, pinching and twisting your nipples, even licking his lips, eager to taste them. so you ended his torture. you bent closer and smiled gently at him. "go ahead, love." as soon as the words left your mouth, he took you in. renjun hollowed his cheeks, suckling your nipple, twirling his tongue around the mound, making you gasp when he nibbled it.
your hips rolled lazily on top of his, but his teasing made you pick up your pace. you placed your hands on either side of his head for support and soon you were riding him exactly how you wanted. you lifted your hips until just his tip remained inside, then slammed back down. renjun's whines were muffled by the flesh in his mouth, his eyes rolling back. a heavenly sight.
"jun... baby... i'mâfuckâclose..." you whispered, biting your lower lip. he nodded vigorously, gripping your hips, thrusting back into you at a desperate pace until you were the one rolling your eyes back.
as you reached your high, you nestled your face in his neck, breathing heavily, still clenching around him, still hearing his whines. minutes later, his arms caged you as he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder and whispered sweetly in your ear, "merry christmas, my love."
Jeno
he wasnât surprised to see you like this â offered to him so openly. heâd seen you like this once before, back when you tried to seduce him for the first time. back then, heâd gently rejected you, saying it was too soon. he wanted you to be certain, especially since it was your first time. but now, as you lay before him, beautifully confident and presenting yourself to him on christmas eve, he couldnât resist. not this time. you looked so sure, so ready to give him everything.
a soft gasp escaped your lips, a sound that sent a jolt straight to his core. jeno was slowly sheathing himself into you, mindful of every inch, giving you time to adjust to his size. your hands clawed at his back, drawing a hiss from him, though the sting was nothing compared to the intoxicating grip your pussy had on him.
âis it okay?â he asked, his voice gentle as he kissed your face. âi can stop if itâs too much.â he nuzzled his nose against your neck, breathing in your scent. âlove, if it hurts too much, we can try another day.â
âjeno, babe, please, shut the fuck up.â you replied, eyes squeezed shut. âit is hurting a bit, but thatâs fine. i mean, have you seen your size?â he chuckled softly, continuing to pepper your face with kisses, hoping theyâd ease the discomfort. âjust⊠move slowly, yeah?â you added, and he nodded, doing exactly as you asked.
his thrusts were slow and deliberate, each movement filled with care. jeno wanted this moment to be perfect for you, something youâd remember with a smile â or maybe something that would leave you aching for him whenever the memory crossed your mind. he wanted to mark you, to make sure no one else could ever compare. you were his.
when the initial pain faded, you urged him to move faster, to stop holding back. and he obeyed â because how could he ever deny his woman? his first move was to pin your wrists above your head, holding you firmly but tenderly in place. he loved the marks your nails left on him, but right now, he wanted to see you fully. vulnerable. exposed. his.
the shift in pace was overwhelming. he fucked you with a fervour you hadnât expected, every thrust hitting deep, brushing against spots inside you that made your mind go blank. you were soaking, your wetness easing his way into you as his cock found its rhythm, pressing against your cervix over and over. the sensations left you moaning, eyes rolling back, utterly lost in him. jeno â usually so gentle and soft â was showing you a side of him you hadnât known existed, and you loved every second of it.
when he finally came, filling you with his warmth, your body reacted instinctively. your toes curled, your back arched, and his name fell from your lips in a chant. he relished the sound, savouring every moan as if it were a symphony written just for him.
his chuckle broke the haze, followed by a cheeky question: âdo we get more gifts on new yearâs eve?â you frowned, opening your eyes to meet his gaze. there he was â your mesmerizing boyfriend, sweaty and glowing, with a grin that could light up the world. he traced his hands down your sides, leaning in close to whisper against your lips, âmerry christmasâŠâ
Haechan
you were already his goddess â his perfect little girlfriend whom he'd do anything for. he loved you more than himself and respected you like you were his owner (and you were), but he couldn't help wanting more. he wanted to touch your body and do even more things to you, and you knew that â haechan isn't exactly subtle about his thoughts or cravings. that's why you happily decided to give yourself as his gift. when he saw you naked, he moaned involuntarily, so genuine that you couldn't help but giggle. he tried to hide his growing boner, but it was useless, especially because you were smiling at him with that warm, sexy smile of yours that made him kneel immediately. he licked his lips and took off his shirt, ready to enjoy the best gift anyone could've given him in 24 years.
it was raw, messy, and definitely dirty. haechan was a perverted motherfucker with thousands of fantasies â you knew that â but having sex with him took things to another level.
he was always suggesting beach dates or pool days at his house because he wanted to see you in a swimsuit, or suggesting showering together â "jokingly," according to himâ to save water. you caught his hints, obviously, and it just fueled you to tease him more. but now that he had the chance, he wouldn't let it go to waste.
he had you completely open for him, your legs spread â caged by his own â in front of the mirror. the sheets were drenched, as was his face, and you were already drooling, babbling something haechan couldn't care less about. he was too focused on your dripping core, which made obscene noises every time his palm connected with it. your grip was so tight on his thigh that your fingerprints marked his flesh.
"you didn't know what you were getting yourself into, baby..." he grinned, watching your dishevelled reflection. your eyes faltered for a moment, making you close them, and haechan stopped, making you whine. "nuh-uh, what did i say? keep your eyes on the fucking mirror and i keep going." he held your jaw, making you open your eyes and look at yourself. the shame had long since vanished, replaced by pure, raw pleasure and inhibition.
"but... it's too much, hyeok..." you whined, trying to catch his hand on your jaw, but it was futile. you could see his mocking grin.
"yeah? too much? then i should stop, huh? i don't wanna hurt my queen." as soon as the words left his lips, your eyes widened and a single tear rolled down your cheek in desperation. he'd been edging you for the past two hours, filling you with promises of making you feel good, satisfied, and giving you as many orgasms as you wanted â and he did, once. haechan made you squirt the first time and then... left you high and dry, begging for more. this wasn't how you'd imagined your christmas eve to be going.
"chan, please..." you whimpered, feeling his fingers circling your clit. "let meâcum..." you gulped before letting out a stream of pleas. when you felt his lips pressing softly against yours, you knew he'd finally let you release.
"now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" your moans grew louder when he inserted three fingers without warning, moving at a quick pace, curling inside you. "let it go, baby, give me another one. be a good girl and give me another one."
Jaemin
right, okay, you caught him. no handmade or expensive gift could beat yours. he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, admiring the stunning view before him. his smirk wouldn't fade as he walked toward you, ready to unwrap his gift. he wanted this to be the night of your life. fuck christmas at this point â you were his special event, and he would make it unforgettable.
"nana..." you whimpered, feeling your orgasm building. your boyfriend didn't hear, still devouring you like a starved man.
you'd been in this position for almost an hour now, lying in bed while Jaemin had his face buried between your thighs. before that, he'd explored your whole body with his hands, lips, and tongue. every inch of you had been kissed, licked, and nibbled. he made sure you felt special and loved â because you are.
"just one more, baby... i can't get enough of you..." he growled before diving in again. you gripped his hair, moaning loudly when he slipped two fingers inside you, fucking you while sucking on your clit.
jaemin wasn't even fully naked yet, still wearing his pants, having only removed his shirt because you'd begged. you needed to see him, to mark him. and there he was â your masterpiece, your gorgeous boyfriend covered in hickeys and love bites, just as he'd done to you. but you wanted more. you wanted to touch him, feel him, give him the same pleasure he was giving you â even more â but he wouldn't let you. not now. he was just too drunk in you to let you move.
just as he'd learned everything about you, he knew you were close â he'd seen the signs twice before â so he worked to overwhelm your senses. you came, releasing into his mouth once again, gripping his hair and chanting his name. he licked you clean before rising to hover over you, kissing your lips and letting you taste yourself.
"can my baby handle more?" he smirked. "i still have plenty of ideas to make this christmas eve unforgettable." he wiggled his eyebrows, making you laugh and playfully slap his arm. soon he crawled off the bed, stripping off his remaining clothes. you glanced at him, noticing a darker spot on his boxers. "yeah... i might have cum just from tasting you..." you scoffed. "what? you're absolutely fucking delicious, baby. how could i not when i had my face buried in fucking heaven?"
Chenle
fuck. you had just broken him. heâd lost count of how many wet dreams heâd had about you, how many nights heâd jerked off thinking about your scent, your taste. and god, he hated it. he had you. he didnât need to fuck his fist like some desperate, virgin high schooler. but he couldnât bring himself to rush you, couldnât risk making you feel forced. so he waited. and now, this moment? it was everything. it didnât take much for him to lose control, pouncing on you like a man starved.
from the very beginning â from the day you slapped his face â he knew you were it. his perfect girl. the one heâd love until the end of time, marry, have kids with, and spend forever building a life alongside. it was always you.
and now, having you like this â sprawled out on the bed, back arched, skin glistening with sweat, lips parted as the sweetest, most intoxicating sounds spilled from them â he felt like the luckiest man alive. he was making you his, satisfying you in every way a real man should â your man should.
your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist as he thrust into you with an almost desperate pace. yeah, chenle had imagined making slow, tender love to you, but his urgency wouldnât allow it. he needed to feel you, to claim you, to pour everything he had into you.
âchâchenle, fuck!â you gasped, fingers gripping the bedsheets for dear life. his cock was hitting every perfect spot inside you, and the pressure from his thumb on your clit was enough to drive you mad. why had you waited so long to let him have you like this?
âis it that good, baby?â his teasing voice only made you whine louder. he wasnât even trying; it was almost unfair how effortlessly he could ruin you. you nodded breathlessly, and he leaned down, biting your lower lip before capturing your mouth in a searing kiss. your arms found their way around his neck, pulling him closer â as if he wasnât already impossibly close. you were on the edge, desperate to fall over with him.
âdonât pull out, pleaseâŠâ you managed to whisper, your voice shaky as your release took over. your walls clenched around him, and you buried your face in his neck, biting down to muffle the intensity of your orgasm.
ânot like i planned to,â he growled, his thrusts growing erratic. just a few more, and he spilled inside you, filling you to the brim as youâd begged him to. even then, he stayed, making sure he gave you everything he had.
âdo you think weâll be celebrating three months of our gift next christmas?â his cheeky tone earned him a playful slap on the back, and you shook your head, laughing softly.
âchenle, itâs too soon for that.â you brushed a hand through his damp hair, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. âbut merry christmas, love.â
Jisung
boy would be shocked. he didn't even blink for a full minute. the only sign he was "alive" besides his breathing was his quickly growing tent. he didn't notice his body's reaction until you touched him. he whined softly, letting you take control and lead him however you wanted. but when he realized he could fully enjoy his gift, something snapped inside him.
you had been teasing him from the start â whispering sweet nothings in his ear, touching all his sensitive spots, guiding his large hands over your body to untie the ribbon around your chest. when you were fully exposed to him, his hands engulfed your breasts, squeezing them as he prepared to taste them, until you stopped him.
he whined, frowning as he watched you sink to your knees, running your hands along his thighs. "darling, what are you doing, let meâfuck..." the words died on his tongue when you wrapped your pretty lips around him through his boxers. it was the hottest sight he'd ever seen of you, and he was losing control.
you teased him with your tongue while squeezing him, maintaining eye contact as he pleaded for more. you could feel him throbbing against your tongue as he whispered his desperate pleas. he felt ready to burst without proper stimulation. he was begging for it â begging for you. but you weren't ready to give in just yet.
that led to your current position â bent in half, completely exposed, with jisung's tall frame hovering over you as he moved frantically. the thin chain around his neck swayed with each thrust, brushing against your face.
"fuckâsorry, love. am i hurting you?" he whimpered. you managed a faint "no." taking that as encouragement, jisung sat up, lifted your hips, and continued his movements while stimulating your sensitive spot.
you were so aroused that the sounds were obscene and loud enough to make you blush. you'd never been this vulnerable with anyone before, and being this way with your shy boyfriend made you both embarrassed and deeply satisfied. his soft sounds merged with the wet noises, bringing you closer to the edge.
finally, he finished, every muscle in his body relaxing as he let out a satisfied groan, his head falling back. when you opened your eyes, jisung was hovering over you again. "you're so pretty..." he murmured, losing himself in your eyes before adding shyly, "but i finished inside..."
"don't worry. we're safe," you whispered against his lips. "merry christmas, ji."
"merry christmas, my darling," he smiled before kissing you.
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bump
summary - you donât like people constantly touching your baby bump
word count - +1k
pairing - azriel x reader
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The party was in full swing.
It had been 2 weeks since youâd announced to your close friends and family that you and Azriel were pregnant - after having 1 month living with the news just you two.
Somehow, Rhys had managed to plan and pull-off a party in that short space of time in order to celebrate your pregnancy.
It was relatively low-key, only people that were closest to you and your family having been invited - mainly because you didnât want a huge thing made of it but also because Azriel was a mad-man at the moment and wouldnât let anyone he didnât trust with his life near you.
Azriel had been overprotective to say the least.
Just the other day youâd tried to reach for your favourite mug in a very accessible shelf above you, but Azriel saw what you were doing and instantly panicked - moving you gently out of the way and fetching it for you. To which he also proceeded in making you a tea as he didnât want you anywhere near boiling water.
âI can make my own cup of tea, Az.â You sighed.
âI know you can, but I can also make one for you.â He replied. That was his usual reply nowadays.
âIâm not incapable you know?â
âI know. I just⊠I canâ.â
âYes I know you can, love, but I donât need you to all the time, okay? I love that you want to take care of me, but I also donât want to feel useless.â
âHow could you be useless? Youâre currently doing the most important thing that you could ever be doing.â Azriel placed a soft hand on your stomach.
But after shunning Azriel for being too overprotective, you sort of wish he would bring it back again in this moment.
This party was lovely, but it was also so overwhelming.
You didnât realise how many people would be so interested in coming up to you and feeling your baby bump. Hands constantly touching you when they usually wouldnât if you werenât pregnant. It felt weird and uncomfortable.
âY/N!â Layla called, walking up to you with a glass of bubbly in her hand.
âLayla, hi.â You smiled at your friend who had worked with you in the Velaris bakery for many years.
âI canât believe youâre pregnant.â She gushed, giggling a bit with excitement.
âReally? With the amount Y/N and Az sneak around every moment they get, I thought it was about damn time.â Nesta came up alongside you, rolling her eyes as is her and Cassian donât do the exact same thing.
âWell with a mate like Azriel, I donât blame you.â Layla wiggled her eyebrows and you gave her a small smile - feeling a little insecure that someone as beautiful as Layla was gushing over your mate whilst you were starting to look like an inflated balloon.
You felt Nesta give you a side look before wandering off into the crowd, leaving you to once again speak to Layla alone.
âSo how far along are you?â Layla asked.
It would have been fine if she just asked that, but she had to go and put her hand against your bump at the same time.
You were far too polite to say anything but you really didnât like her hand on your stomach. Not just hers but also everyone elseâs whoâd decided to just touch you without asking first.
It was starting to feel invasive.
âAbout 12 weeks.â You gave her a small smile, stepping back slightly.
Unfortunately for you she just followed, adding her hand back.
âWow so you didnât have any symptoms for a while then?â She asked, cupping the roundness of your belly with her palm.
It didnât feel as comforting as when Azriel touched you. Nothing ever would, but there was something so overstimulating about someone other than your mate just touching you before asking. It felt a little violating.
Before you could get emotional about it in front of a crowded room you excused yourself.
You hurried as fast as you could out of the nearest door and walked through the corridors of the House of Wind.
The tears had arrived as you were walking, your heart beating fast and hands shaking with nerves.
Was it rude to not let people touch your bump? You couldnât help but think.
Yet, at the same time you would never just go up to a female and put your hands on her pregnant bump - even if it was Feyre - You respect their boundaries too much. So why did you feel like getting upset about this was silly?
Was it the hormones? Because they had been making you feel slightly crazy recently.
You made it to the kitchen without bumping in to anyone.
You braced your arms on the kitchen counter and sunk your chin to your chest, letting out small whimpers as the tears fell.
There was no need to jump from your skin when Azrielâs arms snaked around your waist to hug you because youâd felt his presence the moment heâd appeared in the room. His cheek was delicately placed on the back of your head to still allow you the time and space to be upset.
Some of his shadows were already snaking around your arms in support and stomach in protection.
âWhatâs wrong, love?â He asked and you had to laugh at his tone.
âAsk me what you really want to ask, Az.â You lifted your chin up and tilted your head to the side to try and see him.
âIâm not sure asking you who I need to kill is the right thing to say when youâre crying.â
You chuckled, kissing the side of his face.
Azriel let you turn around in his hold, not letting your waist go for a moment though. Now his head was tilted down to face yours.
âTell me.â He said softly.
Your smile broke as your lips wobbled, trying to focus on not crying and instead talk it through with your mate.
âI hate it.â Your voice wavered.
âHate what? Who?â
âI hate purple touching my bump.â
âOkay.â Azriel said but didnât add any thoughts for you. He wanted to hear you say everything on your mind first.
âN-not you. But, people have been touching my bump all day without asking and I hate it. I hate it so much, but I feel like a witch if I tell them to get off. Like itâs just my stomach at the end of the day..â
Azriel moved his hands quickly from your waist to cup your cheeks, stroking his thumb carefully over your cheeks. His touch immediately stopped you from talking.
âWoah, woah, woah. No. Donât do that. Donât try and talk yourself out of feeling the way you do. Itâs your stomach, love. Itâs your baby. No one should be doing anything youâre not comfortable with - ever.â
âNo I know, butâŠâ
âNo buts. Y/N, love, if you feel uncomfortable then thatâs the line I draw. The next person to touch your bump without asking is going to lose their hand.â
You give him a stoic look, but part of you was seriously wondering whether he was being truthful.
âWill you stay with me for the rest of the night?â
âOr how about we donât go back at all.â He raised his eyebrows in suggestion at you.
âIf youâre on the same wavelength as me then yes - please!â
âPerfect.â He kissed you softly, both your chests warming at the touch, âYou get the ice-cream and I will get the blankets.â
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۶ৠSKATER!CHRIS x GIRLY!READER
skater!chris carrying girly!reader to bed after she fell asleep admiring his tattoo
Ëđđ warnings... kissing, skater!chris being shy (rare sighting), pure fluff.
âhey, come on. i think itâs pretty cool,â he chuckled, flipping through the little book from his nirvana âin uteroâ CD. you were both sitting on chrisâs couch, your knees tucked up to your chest, while he showed off the pictures from the booklets his different CDs had to offer.
by now, it had been a few months since you ran into chris for the first time and a few weeks of dating. despite your differences, it had been some of the best weeks of your life.
âi like that one,â you smiled when he got to a specific picture, pointing at what looked like kurt cobain lying down on stage with a guitar in hand. he turned to look at you, meeting your eyes. âyeah? thatâs my favorite actually,â he chuckled, closing the CD again while you nodded.
you looked up at him, a soft but questioning look on your face, reciprocating a shy smile. he hesitated for a second, before speaking.
âwanna see something?â he smirked, which slowly turned into a smile when you nodded with a giggle, his mysterious way of asking making you feel a mix of confusion and excitement. clumsily, he moved to sit up normally, handing you the CD to look at for a second.
but your attention flickered back to him when he started taking his shirt off, leaving you confused and flustered. âwhat- uh, what are you doing?â you mumbled shyly, attempting to stay respectful and look back down at the album in your hand, but.. it was hard.
âdonât worry. you can look,â he laughed when you turned all shy and bashful on him, his fingers gently grazing your chin to tilt your head back up, meeting his, now shirtless, form. confusedly, you kept staring, before he turned his back to you.
ohhh.
âwoah..â you stared in awe almost, watching the tattoo that adorned his toned back. it was beautiful, really. every single stroke and detail is just on point with the original album design. it suited him so well, stretching from one shoulder blade to the other, reaching the middle of his spine. yeah, such a big tattoo was bold, but chris made it look so good.
without thinking, you let your fingers carefully trace the inkâthe angels face, wings, open arms. it was perfect, and though you knew nothing about tattoos, it looked like it had healed and faded just perfectly.
it wasnât until you felt him shiver just slightly that you pulled your hand back, now aware that you were actively touching him. âsorry- iâm sorry.â you muttered, heat rising to your face immediately when the tucked his shirt back on, turning back to face you.
âno, itâs okay. yeah, donât worry âbout it,â he smiled softly at you, rubbing the back of his neck. âitâs, um, itâs beautiful. i really like it,â you smiled, resting your elbows on your knees to look up at him.
it wasnât long before you were resting on the couch, chrisâs back to your chest while you gently traced the outlines of the tattoo with your gentle fingers. his eyes were fluttered shut in pure pleasure, the calming feeling of your touch making him more relaxed than heâs ever been.
you yourself, was almost dozing off. your legs were still tucked up to your chest, your side resting up against the backrest of the couch while resting your head on your arm. chris could feel the way your fingers were staring to slow on his shoulders, before your hand stilled completely.
chris rightfully assumed you had fallen asleep, cherishing the intimate moment before he got up and pulled his shirt back on, looking down at your drowsy body.
âcâmon, gotta get you to bed, hm?â he asked rhetorically, carefully slipping his arms under your legs to carry you to his bed bridal-style. treating you as if you were made of glass, he let you rest on one side of his bed, pulling the covers up over your chest.
âso, so pretty..â he whispered, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek, careful not to wake you up. gosh, you looked so peaceful like this, so adorable, your lips stuck in a pout. checking the time, he decided he might as well just go to sleep as well, going to lie on the other side of the bed.
gently, he shuffled closer to you, wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer, before brushing his fingers through your hair.
âgood night, sleepyhead,â he muttered quietly, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead, down the side of your face, before he reached your lipsâcarefully pecking them with a racing heart. âi love you,â he watched you shift, slowly moving closer to him with a long sigh. though he wished you would wake up, maybe shyly ponder over his sweet confession, he was glad you were too far gone in a deep slumber to watch the way his eyes skimmed your pretty features, and maybe even hear the way his heart was going a million miles per hour.
it was a weird feeling in his stomachâsure, he was loud and always throwing horrible jokes, but moments like this made all of that roaring persona disappear. you made him want to throw all his shitty habits right out the window, hoping theyâd fly far away from him.
and you did. though his friends felt betrayed and it did sound cool to practice for his band at night, heâd much rather listen to you talk his ear off about your favorite sanrio character in your pretty, frilly, feminine bed. oh, if any of his friends were to see him in that state, theyâd never stop laughing.
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All I Want For Solstice, (Is You)
Summary: What could possibly be better than celebrating Winter Solstice with your family?
Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Shit ton of fluff, sappy feelings, pregnancy
Word count: 1.5k
A/N: I hope this pieces was alright, Iâd thought it be finished a lot earlier this December since I started writing it in November. But my cat unexpectedly became sick and had to be put down so Iâve been taking time to mourn his passing as well as getting back the energy to write again. Anyways, I hope you all will have a wonderful Winter Holiday however youâre celebrating!
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âWeâre going to be late!â You hurried down the stairs as fast as you could in your, although low but still, heels. Scanning eyes searched for your handbag while simultaneously putting on the earrings that Azriel gifted you for your last birthday.
Azriel came out from the kitchen, a gift bag with the presents for your friends in hand. âMaybe a little. The others can survive our absence for a few minutes. Remember last Winter Solstice? Cassian and Nesta didnât arrive until more than half an hour after everyone else.â
You huffed a breathless chuckle, grabbing for one of the warmer formal coats on the clothing rack in the hallway. âYeah, and theyâll never hear the end of it. Iâd rather not have a repeat of last year.â
Azriel, who was already dressed and ready to go outside, took a gentle hold of your upper arms. You halted to a stop at the sudden touch. â[Name], slow down, take a deep breath. You know that stress isnât good for you.â
Breathing in deep through your nose and slowly releasing it through your mouth, you could feel the tightness in your shoulders loosen. Azriel smiled, gently squeezing his hands around your flesh. âGood, thatâs better.â
Nodding, you slumped your head forward, resting your temple against your bondmateâs firm shoulder. âSorry.â
Warm hands cupped your cheeks softly, tilting your head up so that he could look at you. Azrielâs hazel eyes held that warm and tender look that he only reserved for you, for the love of his life.
âSweetheart, you never have to apologize for that. I just want you to be healthy and happy, the both of you.â
His hands instinctively left your cheeks to wander down your dress, settling over your swollen stomach, one lone shadow joining their masterâs hands. You were well into the third and last trimester, and with just a few more weeks worth of time, the growing baby within you was to be born.
With it being your and Azrielâs first child, every single aspect of the pregnancy was completely new, both beautiful beyond words, and downright scary at times. While the both of you were ready and eager to welcome a little boy or girl, it is frightening thinking that someone so small and precious was to be brought into the world.
You sighed, leaning into the familiar and comforting touch. Azriel was always touching your belly ever since the news of a little life growing inside you were revealed, you're almost surprised they hadnât left marks on your skin yet. His shadows were not much better, if Azriel couldnât be near you for any reason, several of them would remain beside you to watch over and protect.
âWeâre both okay, how could we not be when we have such a doting male taking care of us?â As if in agreement with your words, a foot kicked your stomach, right under one of Azrielâs palm. A smile grew on your lips, and Azriel downright beamed at the feel. You cooed, gazing lovingly at your round stomach, âYeah, isnât that right, little one?â
Another kick, this time firmer and the small laugh that escaped from Azriel sounded a little choked. He leaned down, pressing a long kiss against where his hands had been seconds before. With his lips still pressed against you, Azriel whispered words that you had a hard time hearing. But the way he spoke them, the affection dripping from his voice, you knew they were made of love.
After a few more moments, Azriel seemed to be able to tear himself away from your belly, the shadow retreating to their master. Once back up on his feet, he leaned down to press a slow kiss on your lips. You couldnât help but melt against your bandmate, arms wrapping themself around his neck to keep him close. The need after breath was what finally made you have to pull back from those alluring lips.
âAre you ready to leave?â Azriel mumbled, aiding your limbs in to your coat and buttoned it up. He pressed a kiss against your temple, a strong forearm sneaking behind and round your waist. At your smile and nod, the two of you opened the door and stepped out into the snow.
The Townhouse was bustling with activity when Azriel and you arrived. Loud talking, laughter and the clinking of silverware in the kitchen greeted your ears immediately after the door closed behind the two of you. Shrugging off the small amount of snow that had collected on your coat and in your hair, Azriel helped you out of the coat as well as his own.
With his arm wrapped around your waist, Azriel and you stepped further into the warm house and into the kitchen. Feyre, who was leaning against the counter beside Rhysand, noticed your arrival first. She threw herself over to you, giving you a hug. âAzriel, [Name]! Welcome, the foodâs almost ready!â
âWeâre not late, are we?â You asked upon being released, immediately being enveloped in a hug by Rhys, then Cassian, followed by Nesta, Mor, and lastly Elain. Amren had unfortunately been busy elsewhere and unable to join your family for celebration.
âNo, no, youâre fine. Cassian and Nesta just arrived minutes earlier.â Rhysand reassured you, pulling away from hugging his fellow Illyrian brother. Azriel gave you a pointed, but tender look, as if saying âtold you soâ. You rolled your eyes at him, a somewhat sheepish smile tugging on your lips.
Azriel huffed, pressing his lips against your temple. His arm creeped back around your side, his hand resting against your stomach as he so usually did the last couple months. You leaned back against his steady form with a content smile.
Cassian, having seen the whole scene, let out a snort and smirked at Azriel. âYouâre so wiped, Az.â
Your mateâs eyes that had been locked on you hardened a bit in warning, directing his gaze at Cassian. Feyre and Azriel stifled a giggle when Nestaâs hand made contact with the back of her mate's head, a tsked âidiotâ escaping her mouth.
The smirk remained, but his eyes gave away to gentleness. âOn a serious note, weâre so happy for you two. How are you and the baby doing [Name]? Not long left till your little one is here.â
You smiled, your own hand settling on top of your husbandâs on your stomach. âWeâre doing great Cass. Just a couple more weeks before you get to meet your niece or nephew.â
âFrom what Iâve gathered, Azriel seems certain that itâs a girl.â Rhysand said, sharing a look with you. That was indeed true, whenever Azriel would speak with you about your unborn child, he would always call them a girl. Whether it was about the nursery or baby clothes or what color their eyes would have, the Shadowsinger thought you two would have a daughter.
You knew your mate would be ecstatic no matter if the baby would turn out to be a boy or girl, but it did secretly warm your heart imagining Azriel with a daughter. But you would have to wait for the birth to find out if your mate was right or not.
âI guess weâll just have to wait to find out.â You said wistfully. Azriel hummed, a loving smile on his face. He leaned down, pressing a brief kiss on your lips, whispering low for only you to hear. âI canât wait to meet her, or him.â
Feyre smiled at your comment, gazing at her own mate before looking at the stove. âYes, indeed we will. Anyways, the food should be ready. Letâs eat!â
The following hour was spent at the dining table, surrounded by your closest friends and family eating a delicious meal and delightful drinks. Cheeks almost sore from smiling and belly full and content, everybody eventually migrated to the living room to land on the couches and armchairs.
After the gifts were given, received and opened, Azriel sat on an armchair that was appropriately sized for Illyrian wings with you sitting with your back pressed against his chest. The sun had already gone down and the snow fell heavy outside, the energy from the day had been all but spent. In your wonderful mateâs arms, you couldnât help but to be dowsing.
âDid you have fun today, sweetheart?â Azriel asked low, just for you to hear. You nodded, tipping your head back to look at him, a slow and sleepy smile spreading across your face. âThis was the best Solstice Iâve ever celebrated.â
A warm and tender hand caressed your flushed cheek. His other hand rested on your belly, thumb swiping back and forth against the stretched skin. A couple of his shadows flowed across the skin that was not covered by his hand, curious and delighted by their soon to be new friend.
The baby within was peacefully sleeping after having kicked the whole time that the gifts had been opened. âIâm glad that you feel the same. I take it that we should be heading home soon?â
You hummed, leaning back further in Azrielâs warm embrace, face nuzzling deeper into his shoulder blade. âNot just yet. Stay like this for a little while longer, your comfortable.â
Azriel chuckled but tightened his arms around you, leaning his cheek against the top of your head. âWhatever my mate wants, she gets.â
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What Arcane characters would gift you for Christmas!
Jinx, Vi, Ekko, Viktor, Jayce
(Semi crack Drabble⊠sorry for going super long with Viktorâs and Jayceâs HCs. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH)
(Jayce is Hispanic in my hc :3)
ENJOY AND HAVE FUN LOVE YALL<3
Not proofread
JINX
Hear me out⊠the first thing she would plan to gift you are decorated safety googles.
As a matter of fact everything she gifts you is handmade!
She knows you love to spend time with her when sheâs in her workshop and the extra spare of googles she had were pretty crappyâŠ
âUgh, these old things? Pfft, they look like theyâve been through a freakinâ explosion⊠oh wait, they probably have! We gotta get you a new pair soon toots!â
Theyâd be totally decked out! Lots of character as she calls it.
âOkay toots check it out! Maximum protection but most importantly! They got style!â
The googles themselves would be in her classic style, very colorful paint, cute little heart scribbles all around! And of course lots of glitterâŠ.
â"I mean, you've got to stay safe while causing mayhem, right? And hey, if we're blowing stuff up together, you'll definitely need these. Plus, I made them perfectly for you. No one else will have goggles like these... trust me!"
I totally see her adding little handmade jewelry from her gears and spare parts, would totally make you a belt or choker out of spare bullets.
Vi
She would totally panic on what to get you for Christmas. Like what if you suddenly hate the thing youâve loved since the very beginning sheâs known you???
Would end up both buying and making you something!
Sheâs make you something small but meaningful
âOkay Okay fine! You can open mine now. Just donât laugh too hard CupcakeâŠâ
Youâd open the poorly wrapped gift to uncover a bright pink scarf she knitted you! The stitching is a mess.. there a holeâs through the project (no doubt a missed stitch) but in all honesty it so cute you feel like your heart might explode.
"Yeah, I know I'm not, uh, the best at this kind of thing," she mutters, scratching the back of her neck, "but I figured you could use something to keep warm... and, you know, 'cause it's winter. And... you're important to me."
Guys please tell her she did an amazing job PLEASE.
She would also totally buy you a pair of combat boots! Totally saved up for months in advance.
She loves the idea of being able to match and have a bit of her style on you!
Ekko
Just like Jinx (sobs) heâd also make something for you!
The first thing heâd give you would be a little sketch book full of drawings of you from random moments throughout your relationship he remembers oh so clearly.
"I've been working on it for a while... It's... it's just a bunch of drawings. I mean, not just anything. Stuff that made me think of you. Stuff we've done, or things I hope we do. I don't know, it just felt like the best way to show how I feel about... well, us."
Okay he would also totally make you matching jewelry (matching clock hand necklaces?)
Youâd force him to take the hour hand since itâs shorter (heheheh little man)
Once you explain your reasoning as to why he should take the smaller one he sighs disappointedlyâŠ
"Okay, okay, I get it," he finally says, a little less playful now, his voice softening. "I guess if you want me to wear it, I can..."
Then, a grin creeps back onto his face as he adds, "But don't think I'm letting you off the hook with the minute hand. You're wearing that one for sure." He places the hour hand necklace around his neck, the smaller pendant resting there, and looks up at you with that mischievous gleam in his eye.
He pauses, holding up his necklace, "I'm still the one with the bigger job. You'll just have to keep up." A proud smug smirk now rests on his face.
Viktor
FUCK WHERE DO I BEGIN I LOVE THIS MAN
o k a y. He would just like Vi panic⊠not because he doesnât know what to get you but because he totally is going Christmas shopping late⊠very very late.
As much as I would love to say heâd make some little invention to make your day easier and give it to you for Christmas I donât see it happening.
Not because he wouldnât do it but because he already does it all the time! A little example, youâre late for work often? A little robot that hits you with a plastic squishy hammer every morning at 7 am waking you up when he canât!
Heâd definitely want to make Christmas special, I see him buying you something and then doing something special for you too!
Christmas morning would be greeted with warm hugs and kisses along with an even warmer bowl of potato soup!
He wanted to make sure he perfected his motherâs BramboraÄka recipe. It was a once a year meal him and his mother shared every Christmas day.
Heâs not a good cook by any means⊠but this is the one dish he can make and oh boy can he make it.
"Don't expect perfection," he says with a small, self-conscious smile, as you catch him sneaking a taste of the soup. Viktor looks up, his gaze softening. "I hope you like it," he says, and despite his usual perfectionism, there's a quiet pride in his voice. You take a sip, and the rich flavors of mushrooms, potatoes, and herbs immediately comfort you, just like his mother's love must've comforted him all those years ago.
OKAY for the making gift he planned I see him commissioning something due to the fact a lot of his inventions lack aesthetics.
Specifically I see him commissioning a music box that functions as a a jewelry box as well! He would have loved to make it himself but he was worried he wouldnât have gotten the look right.
"Do you like it?" he asks, his voice softer than usual, as if he's worried about the reception. "I had it made... I thought... it might remind you of us."
The detail was breathtaking-floral patterns etched into the surface, with tiny gears and delicate metalwork accenting the edges. The craftsmanship was stunning, and you couldn't help but run your fingers over the smooth finish.
you lifted the lid, and a gentle, lilting melody began to play. It was slow and sweet, a tune that felt timeless, and as you stared at the tiny figurines inside, your breath caught.
His fingers fidgeted with the edge of his cane, his gaze flicking between you and the music box. "I commissioned it," he admitted, his voice quieter now. "I had the craftsman use a sketch I made. It's how I see us... in my mind. How I feel when I hold you." He paused, his expression softening. "I thought... I thought you deserved something that would remind you of that. Of... how much you mean to me."
Jayce
Oh hon⊠Jayce would spoil you rotten.
Iâm talking presents are overflowing underneath the tree.
You thought you lost your favorite piece of clothing? WRONG! He commissioned for more to be made in different colors and textures for you.
All the fragrances in the world he knew you would enjoy.
Cozy adorable pajamas we would give you Christmas morning so you could cuddle up drinking hot chocolate.
Spends Christmas Eve spoiling you and cuddling and being so tooth rottenly sweet.
Itâs Christmas Eve, the scene was almost overwhelming. The living room looked like a perfectly curated holiday catalog-twinkling lights, a roaring fireplace, and, of course, an absurd number of gifts. Jayce sat cross-legged beside the tree, an excited grin lighting up his face as he handed you the first box. He had merely grinned, sheepish yet unrepentant. "What can I say? I got carried away?.â
"Open this one first," he urged, nearly vibrating with excitement. Inside was a bottle of an exquisite fragrance, the glass etched with delicate, swirling designs. It smelled divine-rich, warm, and entirely you.
"I figured you'd like that," he said eyes carefully watching everyone expression you make. You swear if he had a tail it would be swishing uncontrollably right now.
Christmas Day would be you spending Christmas day at his motherâs house!
(Listen Iâm hc them as hispanic because for one HIS MOMS NAME HIS XIMENA⊠and two because why not :3 )
You have a great relationship with his Mother, she absolutely adores you and sees you as her daughter.
Thereâs lots of yummy food sheâs prepared⊠perhaps too much for just 3 people?
Nonetheless, a pot of pozole, tamales de puerco and de dulce! And of course she made jayceâs favorite choco flan!
God she urges to to eat until you nearly pop! You have to undo your belt by the end of the nightâŠ
"Come, sit!" his mom insisted, pulling out a chair for you. "Jayce told me you've never had my tamales. That's a crime! Here, start with this." She placed one on your plate, her eyes twinkling.
Jayce sat beside you, his grin widening as you took your first bite. "Good, right?" he asked, nudging you playfully.
You could only nod, savoring the perfectly seasoned masa and tender filling.
Later in the evening, when everyone was too full to move, Jayce leaned over and slipped his hand into yours. His eyes were soft, his voice low as he said, "I'm glad you're here. Thisâ" he gestured to the lively scene around you, "âfeels perfect with you."
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JUST SHUT UP!
kirishima eijirou always talks you through it. maybe a bit too much. áŻâ
1.8k words. mâdni. f ! reader / established relationship / f!ngering / unprotected (donât be like them!) / readerâs very impatient and a little mean / sappy in one bit / not proofread
eijirou whoâs doing his best to ignore his own cock thatâs all twitchy and needy. already leaking with so much pre his cute red boxers had a big damp spot that you unfortunately couldnât see. youâre laying on your chest with your ass up for him. face buried into the pillows as you bite into the cushion every time his fingers teased your hole.
however, heâs so fucking talkative itâs pissing you off. âbaby you touched yourself lots didnât ya?â he says with a huff, angling his fingers to that sweet spot you like so much. you groan into the pillow, grasping on the sheets. âyouâre so wet and soft you donât even realize i have three fingers in.â
âh-hahh! kiri just put i-it in⊠f-fuck-â youâre so sure your mouth is covered in your own spit from how long heâs kept you in that position. kneading your ass with one hand, fucking your pussy with the other. his fingers always felt better than your own and anything you use on it but itâs never enough when he can just fuck you with his dick.
âyou mad at me baby? you donât call me kiri remember?â
wasting so much time, unnecessary riling you up when youâve been âso goodâ for him preparing yourself so he could just jump you when he came over but no, heâs taking his sweet, sweet time prepping and fingering you as he pleased.
âdonât bite the pillow baby, i wanna hear you.â itâs so condescending almost. leaning over, whispering in your ear while his fingers continue to reach further and further. âcome on, tell me how much you like it, wanna hear you some more.â this was probably the third time heâs ever fucked you ever since youâve been together. the first time was nice, the second time was even better. a week has gone by and he was just so occupied that you made yourself busy.
youâre sick of doing it all alone and even when you mewl and whine, telling him whatever heâs doing âisnât necessary anymoreâ he refuses and tells you âawe hold on a little more i gotta do this for you baby~ just wanna take care of you.â and you huff and squeal, hiding your face away because youâve really had enough. âsearched up on it so i can make you feel even better.â
you really wonder how he gathered so much confidence in just a week when the past two encounters were him acting all shy. but then again, he could say the same for you. suddenly pulling him in a kiss and turning around so he could finally hold and touch you⊠though less holding as you wished.
heâs touched you so much youâre more sensitive than ever. youâve lost all strength in your hands while you knees start to shake. âfuck baby your pussyâs so naughty. even louder than that pretty mouth of yours.â you donât even know if your eyes are rolling back cause youâre so overwhelmed or frustrated. âyouâre taking sâdamn long eijiâŠâ you croaked out, trying to lower your hips so you could turn around but he gets grip on you.
âhah⊠wanna fuck you so bad.â you whimper, moving your hips against his fingers to get some type of release. âwanna do it like this baby? or you wanna see your boyfriend make a mess of you?â
âwan-want to see you⊠eiji⊠p-please?â you ask with tearful eyes, looking back at him while your mouth quivers. he immediately gives in when he sees the drool at the corner of your lips. he pulls out his fingers and itâs still so slow.
he turns you around with ease, laying you down properly. kissing you all over your face, moving your hair out of the way. âiâm sorry baby i teased you too much didnât i?â
you click your tongue, âyouâre a d-dummy.â he chuckles, bringing his hand to your face thatâs covered in slick. âyou looked so good i wanna eat you out.â
âiâll kill you if you make me wait again.â you sneer.
he takes his cock out of his boxers, teasing them in between your folds while he sucked on his fingers. âhahh baby you taste so good.â
âbet youâre just gonna gush around my cock when i finally put it in.â you wished he just shut up. âlook how easy my cocks gliding through, so damn wet.â god you really wanted to shut him up.
so you swat his hand away from his own cock, lining him up yourself and pushing slightly, already engulfing his tip inside. heâs already moaning when he gets the feel of your walls clamping around him. ân-no baby~ i didnât get to put a condom!â
youâre wrapping your legs around his waist and he had no choice but to move. his inches getting further and further up inside. breathy moans escaped his lips cause youâre still so tight even when he fingered you longer this time.
when heâs fully in a whimper escape his lips. ducking his head at the side of your neck, staying still for just a little while because he was sure he was gonna cum right there. âs-shit⊠your pretty little cuntâs just so good for me baby. sâtoo good for me.â your wrap your hands around him. a hand rubbing the back of head. it was sweet, as if you were the one comforting him. but you never recalled caring even a little bit.
you move by yourself, bucking your hips upwards, making sure you feel all of him. âs-sâbig eiji~â he hisses when heâs balls deep in. and youâre moaning so sweetly whenever his tip hit that extra special spot that only his cock can reach.
âhnghh no baby donât move y-yet~ just wait a little bit-â as if you were gonna listen to him like he refused you earlier. your grip on his is just so deliciously tight heâs really gathering whatever strength he has in his head to not cum. definitely not manly when his lover doesnât cum first.
âplease s-stop baby iâll move okay? weâll p-pace it out together.â and you donât listen. again pathetically rutting up against him. but he stops you just in time with his hands on your hips. pushing it down while he tries to distract himself by the wallpaper you have in your room.
you groan in his ear, whispering how much you needed him. complaining about how much he teased you, how heâs wasting so much time. âeiji just fuck me.â god even your voice aloneâs gonna make him cum.
eijirou takes a breath through his nose, proceeds to leave kisses at the sides of your head as he finally thrusts.
in and out, in and out. youâre already scratching at the skin of his back. âh-ahh you love this baby? w-when i- when i f-fuck you like this?â
you hum, knowing your voice would break if you even muster up a sentence. your eyes flutter when he angled his hips. heâs just so deep inside. âcould do this forever you know? fucking into your pussy.â
âpretty baby say my name so i can fuck you e-even harder.â he grunts. breathy and short while heâs busying his mind. it was a week for him you know? a week without youâhe didnât think heâd be this reactive to you. âe-eiji~â itâs so adorable to think how you were acting all mean earlier. âmhm baby. gonna fuck you so well to make up for lost time.â
eijirouâs jaw clenches with every thrust, building up the momentum, hips rolling against your that has you weaker and weaker. the sounds of your sex all wet and gushing around the room while the creaks of the bed echoed. you were sure of it that if any of your next-door neighbors were at home theyâd hear you both fucking like rabbits. heâs fucking into you so hard youâre almost worried that the headboard would snap in half.
âi love you so much baby.â heâs so damn cute. you couldnât help but sniffle on his shoulder. burying your face at the crook of his neck while he continued to exclaim his affection.
you admit, your impatience was just a facade under all that sadness you built up over the week. one message a day, no calls, an empty bed space, a lonely dinnerâyouâve missed him so much. touching yourself was even worse because all you could see when you close your eyes is your lover talking to you. finally in such a warm embrace youâre hearing him. but in your defense, he just talks to much (you donât hate it though!)
just a few more thrusts you knew the tight knot in your tummyâs going to snap any second. the more frantic youâre grasping onto him the easier he knew just how close you were. âtell me how it feels baby~â
âi love it!â was all that got out of you. repeatedly in between soft screams and whines. sobbing underneath him while youâre waiting for your release. âth-think iâm gonna cum too baby.â
âk-kiss⊠togetherâŠâ he smiles, cupping your face to kiss you. smashing your lips against each other.
hips start to stagger. thrusts getting sloppier, sounds getting wetter. youâre both moaning on each otherâs tongues that you had to pull away, âhnnghh! cumming! eiji!â
âiâm here baby, iâm here, let it all out. cum for me- cum for me baby.â and it hits you, crying out while you pull him onto your chest, walls gushing and twitching around him whoâs fucking you through your orgasm. âyouâre so perfect fuck.â his breath hitches when you clench around him again. your eyes continued to flutter, still in your own high.
âjust a little more okay?â you whimper, this time no longer able to respond verbally. letting him use you despite how much itâs overwhelming you, how you could feel your slick and his tip hitting with his every movement, how his skin turned sticky against your because of the sweat.
kirishima rolls his hips a little more before pulling out swiftly. pulling you in a kiss while he jerked himself off, âgonna- g-gonna cum baby.â
youâre getting all worked up again seeing him desperately jerking himself off. âyouâre so sexy eiji.â was the last thing he heard before his cock squirting pretty thick white lines of his cum on your tummy.
he plops down beside you and you play with the cum on you, slowly scooping them up with two fingers, sucking them off on your mouth and eijirou watches you with a gulp.
teasingly you tell him, âawe eiji~ you taste so good.â returning the âfavorâ from earlier. heâs put himself in a trap, all out in the open like this. you just had no choice but to eat him all up again, this time with his mouth shut.
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note : ohmygod writing this was like... i was in a trance. pls do not mind the minor mistakes it's like just typing one word after the other i just wanted to let this out!!!!! anyways i miss him so much actually can we please talk about him more >< also tried a gray theme for this one lmk if itâs nice ><
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Your first Christmas with the bee hybrids was⊠certainly an experience.
Youâve only been queen for a year. Your own little ones are barely toddlers learning to walk and fly, but the babies from the previous queen have grown attached and see you as their mama too.
âMama, whatâs Christmas?â
Oh, the dreaded question. The hive had been teaching the little ones human traditions and simple biological facts to make sure they grew up knowing how to properly take care of their queen.
âOh⊠itâs a holiday where the family gathers around, exchanged presents, and then we eat a nice dinner.â
One of your own toddles over, teething on one of your fingers as you speak. âSometimes during the season, people go caroling or look at Christmas lights. Thereâs a lot of baking as well.â
They all let out a collective âoooâ.
This was the beginning of the end.
The second Halloween was over, the baby bees were buzzing around, begging their mama for some Christmas fun. It wasnât fair that the humans got to celebrate such cool traditions while they âwasted awayâ in their cribs.
âMama, I wanna make cookies!â
âA-and I want to see Santa!â
âMama, are we elves?â
Overwhelmed by all of their requests and⊠odd questions, you quickly roped in the adults in your hive to help you make Christmas possible for your baby bees.
Surprisingly, the hardest part was your subjects trying to comprehend why the little ones should receive a gift from an outsider of the hive.
âThis Santa creature⊠is he safe? What does he want in return for gifts of this amount? Iâm not sure we have enough honey to satisfy such a beast.â
Thatâs when you had to break it to the adults of your hive that Santa was in fact not real, and that all of the presents would come from them.
A few of your attendants whined, burying their faces in your neck and tummy, rubbing their fluff against you. âMy queen, heâs not real? We wonât get presents?â
âOh dearâŠâ
It took the entire month of November to simply gather all of the supplies together, and you wondered if it would be possible to give your babies the Christmas they wanted.
First up on the list was Christmas caroling. They refused to do it in the hive, babbling on about spreading Christmas cheer.
So you hid their antennas under hats, bundled them up nice and warm, and escorted them down a relatively safe human street. The bee hybrids guarded the little ones, buzzing threateningly at anyone that got to close as they sang their little songs.
You watched out of the corner of your eyes as one of them fell face first into a snow bank, their little legs wiggling while being pulled out by one of the guards.
It was difficult not to laugh.
After their caroling, they wanted to play in the snow for a while. You let them play until they were running to you and crying, their little noses runny and their hands cold.
âAlright, letâs go home.â
Through December, you helped them do fun crafts and write their letters to Santa. There was a certain magic in the air, everyone was excited for the big night.
And then it came. Christmas Eve was filled with activities, the first being a special breakfast.
The next activity was baking cookies for Santa. Since you had so many little ones, multiple ovens had to be used just to make enough cookies for them to decorate.
Of course they all ate most of them, unable to resist the sugary treats, but you were able to save a plate full for Santa.
They all gathered around the giant tree the bee hybrids brought into the hive, all giggling and decorating it as others snacked on the Christmas cookies. Seeing your cute little fuzz balls so happy made your heart soar.
The last activity before bed was to watch a Christmas movie, and they all wanted to be snuggled up with you while they waited for Santa.
They all wore little matching pajamas, their wings buzzing and antennas twitching as they curled up with their mama.
âMama⊠Christmas is the bestâŠâ one of your babies cooed as another nursed. They were still so little, you hoped youâd have many more Christmas memories like this in the future.
Carefully, you untangled yourself from the pile of sleeping baby bees and made you way to the adult Christmas party.
When you opened the door, all eyes were on you. Some were drunk from overripe fruit while others were feasting on sweets and playing games while waiting for you to arrive.
And every single one of them was hard.
âMy queen~!â
You were approached by your attendants, who all rubbed around you, desperate for your attention after you had been busy with the babies all day. âWe missed you⊠everyoneâs been waiting for our Christmas present!â
All of the bee hybrids cooed and hummed, buzzing with excitement. In exchange for them working so hard to give the babies a nice Christmas, you promised to give them a special treat.
Your body.
Instantly you were surrounded, being caressed and sniffed, your clothes easily coming off. Your hive had been working nonstop all month to make you and the babies happy, which meant you hadnât been mated with much.
And embarrassingly enough, you craved this as much as they did.
You cried out in ecstasy as one of the bees latched onto your clit, sucking softly as your cunt was being fucked by another. Both of your nipples were being attacked, and your mouth was stuffed with a fat cock.
âIs this okay, my queen?â
âAhh, my queen, youâre so tightâŠâ
It was a night full of many orgasms, your tummy heavy and full of eggs by morning.
Each bee hybrid got their turn inside of your cunt, and admittedly it was arousing to watch them jerk off to the image of you being fucked by the others, some even sucking and fucking each other because they were too impatient.
But they ended up completely satisfied, lapping softly at your cunt, licking up some of the cum and gently pushing eggs back into your pussy.
You were so, so full and kept cumming around the eggs that it was hard to keep them inside⊠but your attendants swooped in to take care of the aftercare and make sure you would be ready for the morning.
You yawned, resting against a fluffy bee hybrid as your little ones opened their presents in the morning. They were all so happy, giggling and carrying around their toys to show to their mama.
It was a great first Christmas with the bee hybrids, and each one of them was looking forward to next year!
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