#like a rockstar by chase atlantic

[2knightt]

↳tell my mama that i died like a rockstar!₊˚✧

—IN WHICH, dallas is a rockstar and you’re his rockstar gf!。✦

dallas was a famous rockstar, one of the top.

his out of this world looks, his big ego, his flamboyant personality—i mean, what? was he not supposed to be a rockstar with all those qualities?

all the girls had posters of him, pictures of him in their locker, tattoos, and dated guys only because they looked like him.

but somehow—none of that made any of them interesting. all he saw were weird obsessed fans.

you were the apple of his eye, the one he made all the love songs out too, the one he’d keep backstage, the one he’d pull onto stage.

he’d run off to the side where you were standing, flash his famous grin and grab you by the wrist.

pulling you onto stage as he sings lyrics that were obviously describing you.

dallas would have a microphone in one hand while holding your hand in his other, looking you right in the eyes.

his sweat dripping off his face, the grin never leaving.

when the concert ends, you rush to the bathroom to collect yourself. you never knew he was gonna pull you onto stage, you don’t do well in front of crowds.

when you’ve calmed yourself down—you go searching for dallas.

only to find him leaning against a wall, flirting with a fan.

she was giggling, twirling her hair, batting her lashes.

dallas was bragging. you could always tell when he was. his chin was raised, his chest was puffed out, and he talked more with his hands.

you licked the inside of your cheek, annoyed.

he always does this. always.

he flirts with some bitch of a fan, trying to get you jealous.

you hated it, but he enjoyed it.

the girl seemed to notice your presence. she made eye contact with you and got timid.

she stopped twirling her hair, her body got tense, and you could tell she was trying to find an out to the conversation.

“tryna leave so soon, baby? c’mon—we just started talkin’.”

“dallas, your girlfriend.”

you could just feel the smirk on his face at the mention of you.

he knew his plan was working.

and it just angered you more.

he turned around and looked you up and down before forgetting about the girl.

he walked up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“where were ya?”

“shut up.”

dallas chuckles.

he keeps one arm around you as he escorts you to the limo he has ready.

he opens the door for you as you hear his fans screaming his name—paying 0 attention to his other band mates.

you get in, dallas right behind you.

you sit down, arms crossed—glaring at dallas.

he stares into your eyes before grinning.

he’d lean in closer, slightly tilting his head.

“what’s wrong, doll?”

“don’t give me that bullshit, dallas.”

you snarl, rolling your eyes.

he chuckles, grabbing your chin with his hand.

“c’mon. you know i still love you, right?”

“mhm.”

you answer, your eyes shifting away from his.

dallas leans in, kissing the corner of your mouth.

“use yer words—don’t like it when you act like this.”

he was lying.

both you and him knew that.

“i said, ‘mhm,’ is that not good enough?”

you ask, looking at him now.

he smiles before leaning in and kissing you.

he puts a hand on your cheek, grinning into the kiss.

he pulls away, staring at your lips.

“can’t be mad at me. i mean— ‘m dallas winston.”

he brags, looking over to the side.

“i think that just made me even more angry, dal.”

“oh come on, babe. you know i ain’t mean it.”

[bambikisss]

Freaky : C.San x S.Mingi

💕: Rockstar Guitarist! Mingi x Model Reader x Rockstar drummer! San

📙: You were invited to Milan for fashion week and end up sitting in between two members of the world's biggest rock group ATEEZ, who also seem to have a thing for you: both of them.

⚠: Unprotected sex (keep it wrapped), threesome (mmf), Spit, oral (m + f receiving), dumbification (reader), multiple rounds, all over the hotel room lol, pink haired mingi, cocky san + mingi, mention of trying anal, mentions of voyeurism, smut with a hint of plot in the beginning

Bambi's notes: So, this was a journey to write, so you know that means smut without much plot lol this is for my sangi fans, because who wouldn't want to be sandwiched between San and Mingi?

Song: Freak - a - Leek by Petey Pablo, Slow down by Chase Atlantic

Taglist: @xhexy @mingisprincess @yeosangiess @itsvxlentine @biancaness @sanhwalvr @haebaragisworld @s-h-y-a @imgenieforyou-boy @therealcuppicake @certifiedmoa @scarfac3

@kitty4hwa @conwunder @wisejudgedragonhairdo @frobin4ever

REBLOGS + COMMENTS ARE WELCOMED AND ENCOURAGED

Milan, Italy.

You had been invited to participate in fashion week among the various other stars that attended the event. You were one of the people who reporters and other paparazzi were excited to see. You were one of the world's most popular models, after all: you were on the covers of multiple magazines and were the face of many brands.

So you were used to the flashing lights of the paparazzi and the reporters trying to pull you for an interview. You didn't mind, though, actually enjoying it.

"Y/N! Look over here please!"

You smiled, turning the other way so that the many cameras could capture your back and your face from a new angle. You were dressed to the nines and you were happy that everyone liked your outfit, especially since the designer was a good friend of yours.

You were soon escorted to your seat, having a front-row seat on the bright white runway you had grown used to walking on. You crossed your legs as you looked down at the various freebies the fashion show gave you, looking through the bright blue bag with interest in hopes of making the time flow by faster. You always found that just watching the show wasn't as interesting as walking was.

However, while you were so focused on your bag, you didn't notice the reporters and many paparazzi outside screaming and rushing at a long black limousine. The windows were darkly tinted, not allowing anyone to peek inside at the two stars who arrived. There had been rumors about two surprising stars attending the show tonight, but no one knew who. And now with the door opening, everyone got to get pictures of the stars.

"Mingi, San, can I pull you into an interview?"

San raised an eyebrow at the reporter before tapping Mingi's back, pointing to the interview area before whispering into his ear "Let's just do one interview like HongJoong said to."

Mingi rolled his eyes behind his dark sunglasses, not happy about having to do an interview. Mingi just wanted to hurry up and take pictures then get to his seat; he was all for attention and good press, but the flashing lights tonight were too much.

Mingi and San were part of the world-renowned boy band "ATEEZ," the rock band that took the world by storm almost 3 years ago. Now, they were at the top of their game, but that also meant that they had to attend events like these. Usually, HongJoong, Seonghwa, and Yeosang would go to events like these, but they all were too busy to fly out, so that left Mingi and San to go as the others were also busy.

You had just placed your bag back down underneath your chair filled with goodies when you noticed the men approaching you, their custom-tailored suits giving your mind a perfect image of what could be underneath.

While you were checking them out, San and Mingi were doing the same thing, their eyes shamelessly checking you out as they moved to their seats that were on either side of you. Even though Mingi was wearing shades and you were facing forward, you could feel their eyes on you, undressing you as the last stars took their seats. You wanted to ask them questions, but you didn't know how to take their sudden attraction to you.

"Can you three move closer for a picture?" Your mental turmoil was interrupted by the photographer who looked at you hopefully. You nodded, feeling Mingi's hand slide behind your back as he moved closer to you. You silently gasped as San did the same, both of the men's hands on your bare back, their fingers feeling anywhere they could as they smiled for the picture.

"What's your name?" Mingi was now whispering into your ear as the photographer scurried away, the lights dimming as the show was about to begin. Your first attempt at responding was cut off by your silent gasp as both men's hands slowly moved down your back, their hands now resting dangerously low on your back, a smirk moving onto their lips at the feeling of you subtly arching your back for them.

"Y/N." Your name made San whistle lowly, his voice full of charms as his hand moved up your back, allowing Mingi to touch your lower back while he got to feel your upper back, his hand playing with the clasp on your necklace as he spoke so only you, him, and Mingi could hear. "You're a supermodel, right? I've heard all about you. I think I even own some of your magazines covers. I've always found you so hot, you know."

You felt your body stiffen at his words: He already knew about you? You turned to face San, only for Mingi's hand to grasp your jaw, making you face forward again as he whispered into your ear "You can't be giving San all your attention, Beautiful. You have to share between us, do you think you can handle that?"

When Mingi first asked that question, you were quick to answer yes. You thought you could handle teasing and talking between them both. You had sat around meeting rooms and kept conversations going with multiple people, so what was so hard about keeping conversation with two men?

But, that wasn't what he meant.

"Look up at us, baby girl."

You thought nothing of hanging out with the two rock stars after the fashion show, their lingering touches on your body almost drawing you into them as they walked with you to their limousine with the tinted-out windows. The minute the doors closed, though, their hands returned to your body, not even caring about the driver as they whispered all the things they wanted to do to you, especially together. You spent one part of the car ride on Mingi's lap, meeting his lips in a heated kiss while San bit your neck, leaving marks behind while his hands felt around your body before you switched to his lap, Mingi's lips now busy kissing your open back while San's tongue locked with yours in a heated kiss. They were skilled at riling you up, as if they'd done it before. You wouldn't put it past them, though.

But, now that they had you in their private suite in their hotel on your knees before them on the bed, you felt even more excited. Mingi licked his lips, turning to face San before he nodded his head, moving to get on the bed in front of you. He tilted his head as you turned around to watch San as he sat down in the chair facing the bed, making you feel confused. However, your view of him was pulled away as Mingi made you face him, his thumb moving along your bottom lip as he shook his head. "Don't look at San, babygirl. You have to worry about me first."

You nodded as your lips met Mingi's, the kiss picking up speed as San cursed from his chair, his hand moving to his pants. You couldn't help but kiss Mingi harder at the sound of that plus San unbuckling his pants. Mingi smirked, pulling back as his hands grabbed your wrists, placing your hands onto his own belt as he faced San with a proud smirk. "Seems like our little model likes hearing you, Sannie. I think she's getting excited."

"Oh, I think so Mingi" San rested his head back on the chair with a lazy smile, his hands now palming himself over his boxers as he watched you unbuckle Mingi's pants, your hands tugging away at it. You weren't even listening anymore as you leaned down to kiss and bite on Mingi's thighs as he pushed down his pants, making him hiss before his hand moved into your hair, making you look at him. Mingi didn't say anything, his eyes however showed how he felt though, darkening as he pushed down his boxers to reveal his hard cock. Mingi's hand moved from your hair to your lips, playing around with your lips till he spread them open, spitting into your mouth before humming.

"You're so pretty, babygirl. I can see why you're a model" Your eyes fell to Mingi's lip as he spoke, whimpering softly as he kissed you, both of your tongues meeting as you moaned, making Mingi moan as well. You whined as he pulled back, wanting more of his kisses. Mingi shook his head though, sitting back up as his fist wrapped around his cock, holding it to your lips. You knew what to do, about to dip your head down to taste his hard cock when Mingi's grip on your hair returned, stopping you. Instead, Mingi stood up from the bed, pulling you to the edge before he said "Make sure you get nice and loud for us, baby girl. Show me and San how good you can suck cock, and if you do good, we'll reward you."

You nodded, opening your mouth as Mingi fed his thick cock into your mouth slowly, both of you moaning at the feeling. Mingi felt so heavy, making you feel excited: you were no virgin, but none of the guys you had been with compared to how good Mingi's cock felt, even if it was just in your mouth.

"That's it baby, suck it." Mingi's voice had dropped even deeper, closing his eyes as you moved your tongue around his cock, bobbing your head at the same time, making him moan louder. "You're doing so, so good for me. That's right, take it deeper"

"Look at you, baby" You had been so focused on sucking Mingi and hearing his moans that you had almost forgotten about San, your eyes landing on him as he spoke to you, his cock leaking now as he had stripped himself. You moaned at the sight, the vibrations making Mingi moan loudly before he reached over to smack your ass, cursing that you were doing so fucking good. San chuckled at the sight of you staring up at him while Mingi was now fucking your throat, stretching you out with his cock.

"You must be so good at sucking dick, baby. I mean, you got Mingi short-circuiting and fucking your throat like you're a fleshlight," San laughed, Mingi's cheeks heating up a bit at his friend's teasing, but his pace didn't slow down. Instead, he picked up speed, making you choke. At the sound of you gargling around his cock, both boys moaned before Mingi pulled out to let you catch your breath. However, your break wasn't long before San rolled you over onto your back, straddling your chest as Mingi moved in between your legs.

"Don't look so nervous, baby" San cooed, his hands massaging your breasts as Mingi spread your legs, making you shiver. Suddenly, you closed your eyes and tossed your head back as you felt Mingi's tongue run slowly up your pussy before he moaned around your clit, pulling back to moan "Fuck, San, she's so wet for us. She's so excited."

"You're excited, huh?" San asked, gripping your hair to pull you back up to meet his eyes while Mingi got to work on eating you out, slurping away as his tongue tasted you. You nodded, moaning at Mingi's movements while San cooed again "I bet you are, our little filthy slut. You're a freak, just like us, huh? You acted all innocent when we proposed taking us both like this in the car, but now look at you." San licked his lips as he tightened his grip on your hair, pushing his cock into your mouth as Mingi continued to eat you out, pushing his finger into you.

"Mingi's finger and tongue is going to match the pace you set, baby" San hissed, leaning back with his free hand to place it onto Mingi's shoulder. Mingi looked up from your pussy, his eyes staring into yours as you began to bob your head on San's cock, moaning when his tongue began to match your pace: anytime you sped up, he sped up, and whenever you slowed down, he did the same.

San moaned above you, enjoying the show as he kept a firm grip on your hair and a grip on Mingi's shoulder. "Look at her, Mingi, look at how fucking dirty she is for us. Fuck, I can't wait to fuck that pussy" San had now tossed his head back at this point, knowing that if he watched anymore, he'd cum on the spot. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing his cock down into your throat as deep as he could as you moaned loudly around it, Mingi's tongue mirroring San's cock by shoving his tongue as deep as he could into your pussy. Mingi rolled his eyes back, moaning as your pussy squelched around his tongue, curling his tip to nudge your sweet spot, making your legs shake a bit around him.

San couldn't think about anything else, his hand moving back to grip his pink-haired friend's hair, shoving him deeper into your pussy as you gurgled around his cock, your eyes rolling back as San sped up his pace, watching the drool leak from the side of your lips, now mixing with his cum as he came in your mouth, your legs wrapping around Mingi's head as you came as well.

Mingi cleaned you up happily while San slowly pulled out from your mouth, cooing as you swallowed his cum. Mingi slowly kissed up your body, his hands moving to massage your cheeks as San sat next to you. You felt like you were in a daze, laying your head next to San's knee while Mingi slowly got off the bed. San leaned down to kiss you, praising you for being able to take his cock so well against your lips. You smiled at his praise, moaning his name in the kiss before sitting up.

You sighed as you got off the bed, looking for your clothes while San got off the bed as well. You didn't bother to look at the two men, assuming that they were getting dressed as well. "What do you think you're doing?"

You paused picking up your dress off the ground at Mingi's voice, turning to see him standing by the large windows, his arms behind his back, his cock twitching between his legs as he raised an eyebrow. You bit your lip, noticing how San has returned to his chair, his hand now palming his soft cock. "I thought..."

"You thought wrong, baby." Mingi smirked, tapping the window before he said "I don't know what made you think that, but I still need to cum, especially in that fucking perfect pussy of yours." Mingi walked over to you as he spoke, his hand landing on the small of your back before he pulled you close, his lips pressing against yours as he pulled your clothes from your hand. You were once again at his mercy as he led you to the windows, his hands moving around your curves before he had you face the window. You met his eyes in the reflection, his chest now pressed against your back as his cock moved in between your soft thighs, a proud mumble coming out of his lips as he smacked your ass.

"Don't tease her so much, Mingi. She can barely even stand up" San piped up making Mingi chuckle. He nodded though, pressing a kiss to your cheek before he pushed into your pussy, chuckling when your hands rushed to the window. "There's nothing for you to grab on there, baby" Mingi laughed, his pace speeding up to become one of power as he watched your body jolt forward at every thrust, your sinful moans becoming music to both men's ears.

"Is our baby having trouble thinking and telling us what she wants?" San asked, standing up from his chair to approach where Mingi had you, his hands moving to play with your nipples, tugging on it. He chuckled as you moaned loudly, looking at Mingi as your back arched. "She's so fucked out already, maybe she can't handle more, Mingi"

"No, I can" You protested loudly, Mingi's hand landing a hard spank on your ass while moaning out "Yeah, she can handle more, fuck." You had closed your eyes at this point, your legs almost giving out due to the pleasure.

Mingi chuckled at the sight, pulling out from your pussy as you whined, grabbing your arms to pull you to the coffee table that sat in front of the couch that was in the corner of the suite, pressing your chest down against the cool table as he shoved his cock back into your pussy, both men moaning loudly as your pussy loudly squelched around him. "Your pussy welcomes me back in so loudly, baby. It wants my cock, baby, sucking it in so fucking well."

You nodded, San moving to crouch in front of you, smirking at your already fucked out face.

"I think she needs more, Mingi."

----------------------------------------------------------------

"God you're so fucking greedy."

You could no longer tell who was who as you laid against his hard chest, the other one still fucking deep into your pussy. You and the two men had been all around the room, your body and cum on many different surfaces, making you feel bad for whoever had to clean this room when they checked out.

San was laying against the floor, your body on top of his as Mingi fucked you from behind. You bit your lip as Mingi landed another spank on your ass, spreading apart your cheeks so he could go even deeper into you, his rings leaving imprints on you as you moaned loudly. You were out of your mind at this point, San chuckling at the sight before he said "You're so fucked out, you can't even tell who is who, can't you? You don't know whose cock you're backing up against and whose chest you're drooling onto. You just wanna keep coming until you pass out, don't you?"

"She tightened around me when you said that, San" Mingi moaned, your cheeks heating up as San cooed at you, landing his own smack to your ass as he moaned out "She's a freak, just like us. We should keep her on speed dial and fly her out to us whenever we want. We could buy you some pretty lingerie and make you model it for us. We could even invite the rest of our band members to come watch"

Mingi had lost his own mind a while ago, but at San's words, he felt his cock twitch at the idea, leaning forward to bite down on your shoulder, drilling into your pussy as you moaned even louder, San gripping your face to make you look at him while he continued speaking. "You'd love that, wouldn't you? You don't care how wrong this is, don't you, you like this. Maybe I'll even buy you a pretty custom butt plug and send it to you, make you stretch yourself out so that we both can fuck you at the same time."

"I'm gonnna...I" You gasped out, cuming hard around Mingi's cock as he filled you up, both of your releases coating his cock and leaking from your cunt as he kissed your back, rubbing your sides. You were completely spent, landing on San's hard chest as he ran his hands through your hair, cooing at you.

"You did so well, babygirl. Here, I'll clean you up." San waited till Mingi moved off your back before picking you up, carrying you to the bathroom (where they had fucked you an hour before), placing you onto the toilet before turning the shower on. "Go ahead and use the bathroom, then I'll shower with you."

After the shower, San carried you back into the bedroom, placing you down on the bed as Mingi had put down new sheets. As you lay down in the warm sheets, Mingi and San went to clean up themselves, letting you fall asleep in the bed. You only woke up when you felt Mingi hug you from behind, San slipping in front of you to offer you a smile before placing a kiss onto your lips, Mingi waiting till San stopped before moving your head back to kiss him as well.

The next morning when you woke up, you were no longer sandwiched between the two men, but you were alone. You sat up, running your hand through your hair as you tried to figure out if it was a dream or not. You sighed as you fell back against the bed, grabbing your phone to see a text from your manager letting you know that checkout was in two hours and to start getting ready to fly back to the States soon.

You hummed, giving yourself a few minutes before you stood up from the bed, walking over to your suitcase. However, before you could go shower, you heard a knock at the door, followed by room service being wheeled into your room. The table was full of various fruits and breakfast, a beautiful bouquet of flowers in the center. When you picked up the flowers, you noticed a small card, the words on it making you smile.

'See you soon, baby. We'll be waiting for you ;) P.S: Hope your legs don't hurt too badly. M + S'

EXTRA

"Raise your hips, princess. Show me where you want my cock to go" You bit your lip as you raised your hips, your wetness leaking from your pussy, making Mingi moan. He considered himself addicted to your pussy, constantly wanting nothing more than to shove his hard cock into it and just ruin you. Heck, Mingi had even flown you out over the past couple months to whereever they were performing at to just do that as 'the pictures weren't enough for him.' Not that you were complaining.

You cursed softly as Mingi pushed his cock into you, his lips meeting yours as he picked you up to have your sit on his lap as he fucked up into you, his lips locked with yours.

"I knew I'd find her in here with you" San sighed, walking into the room as you turned from Mingi's lips, offering him a smile as Mingi continued to fuck up into you as he groaned out "you're just mad that you didn't get to her first, man. You had some of her on the plane, anyways. This is my first round with her"

San hummed as he kissed you, his hand moving to play with your breasts as you began to ride Mingi's cock, making him moan louder. "I wasn't complaining, just make sure you don't ruin her too much: I wanna take her outside and fuck her in the pool."

San and Mingi had flown you out to the Bahamas for your birthday, renting a private villa so that no one could see nor hear the three of you as you all went about your ''activities" together.

You bit your lip as you placed your hands onto Mingi's chest to ride him better, San's hands moving to grip your hips to help you as you tossed your head back onto his shoulder, kissing below his jaw as Mingi moaned at the sight. "Fuck, you're going to make me cum already. You learned so quickly how to ride my cock, princess."

"Well," San smirked, meeting your lips in a deep kiss, making out with you as your ground your hips down against Mingi's, San pulling back to make you look at Mingi, gripping your face as he said "She had some really good teachers. Isn't that right, Y/N? All you care about is riding our cocks and making us feel good, don't you?"

Mingi moaned loudly as you nodded, San's smirk growing before he whispered into your ear "then go ahead and make Mingi cum, baby. Then, you're going to sit on his face and we're going to teach you how to take care of both of our cocks at the same time. We've got all week, baby to go all around this villa, and we're not stopping."

Bambikisss | 2024

[wlntrsldler]

poisoned mercury | meddle about (smut blurb)

a/n: MDNI y'all know the drill! no tags for this one. set after now you got me. can be read alone (only thing you need to know is that luke is in a band and calls reader 'five star') or as part of the poisoned mercury series!

song: meddle about by chase atlantic

luke finally let you listen to the song the boys wrote for him. the song was incredible, which was expected, but you relentlessly teased him after connor told you the story about how the song came to be.

“you didn’t know if we were anything?” you asked with an eyebrow raised. luke was brushing his teeth in your bathroom, toothpaste dribbling out the corner of his lips. your face was pressed against his bicep, as you watched his reaction in the mirror. “come on, castellan. i was obvious!” 

luke shook his head, spitting out the toothpaste into the sink as he tangled his fingers with the hand you had wrapped around his torso, “you were not, thank you very much.” 

“aren’t you supposed to know when a girl is flirting with you, mr. rockstar?” 

“you damn near bullied me for months, five star. humbled me every chance you got. you call that flirting?” 

“was i supposed to swoon and tell you how hot you were?” 

“ideally, yes,” he rinsed his mouth with water before turning his body to face you. he held your hips over the t-shirt you wore. it was his shirt and luke was dangerously close to leaving his entire closet with you just so he could see you wear his clothes forever. “would’ve sped up the process of us getting together.” 

“i like the slow burn,” you mumbled, pressing your lips against his own. luke’s grip on your waist tightened as he pressed your back against the counter. his lips were always so soft and he tasted like the spearmint toothpaste you owned. he ran his tongue across your bottom lip, and the innocent kiss became heated. 

luke pulled away for a second, “you gave me like emotional blue balls, five star. i was down bad.” 

“was?” 

���shut up,” he rolled his eyes, smiling. he pressed kisses against your neck, hand traveling under the hem of his shirt. his touch made you shiver. “y’know i’m still down bad for you.” 

you craned your neck, giving him more access to your skin. he nipped at your collarbone, sighing when you made those pretty noises that had him weak in the knees. you lifted yourself up on the counter, opening your legs to let luke slot himself between them. he continued to leave kisses on your skin, slowly pulling down the neckline of your shirt to explore more. 

you tugged on his curls, making him look up at you, “how bad?” 

luke licked his lips, “want me to show you?”

you nodded, running your hands down his chest. your fingers traced the black ink on the side of his torso, making him shiver against your body. his hardening cock was pressing against your inner thigh. luke pushed his groin against yours, trying to convey just how badly you had him wrapped around your finger. just a few words and a few kisses and he was putty in your hands.

"you feel me?" he sighed, closing his eyes as he buried his head in your hair. his senses were filled with you and he felt like he was drunk. you were so intoxicating. your skin smelled like him now since he was always pressed against you in some way. he needed to be near you all the time or he was going to go crazy.

your time in camp half blood was quickly coming to an end, much to luke's dismay, and he was going to make the most out of the few weeks he had left with you. he thinks his first few weeks without you will have him locking himself in hotel rooms fucking his fist to the sound of your voice on facetime and it kills him that he won't get the real thing until god knows when, but he doesn't want to think about that right now.

not while you were still here in front of him with your legs open wide just for him.

"is that enough to show you?" luke asked, sucking on your pulse point. he felt his heart hammering in his chest when you let out a breathy whine. all his blood rushed down to his cock, and soon it was becoming painfully difficult for him to keep his composure.

"no," you replied, pulling him in for a kiss. your lips moved roughly against each others, tongues tangled in a passionate display of affection as his hands massaged the side of your thighs. you were panting against his mouth, already breathless, "need to be convinced some more."

"careful, five star," he tsked, hand traveling to your clothed pussy. he rubbed your clit through the fabric, silently cursing when he felt your slick dampen the pads of his fingers, "i don't think you understand what you're wishing for."

"need you, luke," you mumbled, palming him through his boxers. he groaned at your hand gripping the base of his hard cock. "need all of you."

"you have a filthy mouth, you know that?" his eyes were blown wide with desire. he placed a thumb on your bottom lip, pulling it down a tiny bit. you sucked on his thumb, staring up at him in a way that had his head spinning. you looked so sinful. it was almost sacrilegious how the girl he worshipped was begging for him like this.

"you like it, though."

"don't think the word 'like' covers it," luke admitted, moving his hand to the back of your head to tug on your hair slightly. you extended your neck, letting luke leave a trail of sloppy kisses along your jaw. his tongue pressed against the marks he left on your skin, soothing the burn. "'m addicted to your filthy mouth, five star. makes me wanna fill it up."

"i'm not gonna stop you," you pulled down his boxers, wrapping your hand around his cock. you stroked him slowly, reveling in the raspy groans that left his throat. luke pressed his forehead against yours, watching your hand stroke him through hooded eyes.

"i'm supposed to be showing you how down bad i am for you, not the other way around."

you put a light pressure against the bulging vein on his cock and luke had to bite your shoulder blade to keep himself from being too loud. everyone was home, and while they knew of your relationship, he wasn't gonna be an asshole and subject them to knowing the details of it.

"let me hear you, pretty boy," you cooed, kissing along his scar as you pumped his cock faster. "let me hear how good i make you feel."

"fucking hell, five star," luke chuckled, darkly, bucking his hips. your hand felt too good. "don't wanna cum in your hand."

"in my hand, in my mouth, on my tits," you licked a long stripe down his neck, sucking on his adam's apple. "in me, everywhere luke. want you everywhere."

he was convinced you were going to be the death of him. luke placed a hand over yours, stopping you from your movements. as you opened your mouth to protest, luke lifted you off the counter and planted you in front of him. "get on your knees for me, yeah?"

a wicked grin appeared on your face and luke knew that he wasn't going to last very long. mischief in your eyes always meant that he was going to have another memory to have that'll keep him busy during the months you'd be apart.

you sunk down on your knees, batting your eyelashes at him as you kissed the head of his cock. luke bit his bottom lip so hard he was afraid he'd draw blood. his hands pulled your hair up in a makeshift ponytail as you slowly bobbed your head up and down his cock.

"shit, baby," luke moaned, a dopey look on his face. this is what heaven feels like, he's convinced of it. you were his own personal slice of heaven on earth. "so pretty like this."

you gagged as his cock hit the back of your throat and luke wanted to apologize but this felt too good for him to feel sorry. tears were pooling in your eyes as you sucked him in deeper. your thumb flicked his tip, collecting the beads of precum there, "tell me how you like it, luke. wanna be good for you."

"you're perfect, sweetheart," he replied, wiping the stray tear that escaped your eye. you smiled at him innocently, feeling a sense of pride blooming in your chest. "always so perfect for me, hm? my perfect little five star."

you hummed, going back down to wrap your lips around him. luke let go of your hair and placed his hands on your cheeks, bucking his hips forward. he was fucking your mouth harshly and you loved every second of it. he was panting above you, incoherent words escaping his lips. when you pulled away and licked around him, a string of saliva connected your lips to his cock. it was a glorious sight.

luke was stuck there admiring you make a mess on his cock and if you weren't so fucking turned on by how hot he looked when he was fucked out, you would've teased him about how speechless he was. you stroked his cock, tongue poking out the side of your lips before you spoke, "you like seeing your girlfriend on her knees for you?"

"fuck," luke hissed. it was the first time you referred to yourself as his girlfriend and it was pathetic how that one sentence had him nearing his peak, but he felt possessive. you were his girlfriend now.

"you gonna answer me, luke?" you mumbled, placing kisses along the underside of his cock. "because i like being on my knees for my boyfriend."

"fuck, five star. yes," he panted, screwing his eyes shut. his body felt like it was on fire. "yes, i do, baby."

satisfied with his answer, you took him into your mouth again, moaning as he thrusted deeper. he was losing his rhythm, a sign that he was getting close. luke's eyes stayed glued on your face, committing the sight of your pink lips wrapped around his cock to memory.

with a few more thrusts, he tapped on your hollowed cheeks to signal that he was cumming. he had to steady himself when you refused to pull away, nodding when he asked if he could cum in your mouth. luke came with hot, milky spurts down your throat, loudly groaning your name as he came.

when you swallowed his load, you got up from your knees and pressed your lips against his once more. luke loved tasting his cum on your tongue. he kissed you, not once pulling away, as he led you to your bed. he pushed you on soft bed, getting on his knees to pull your panties down.

you leaned on your elbows as you watched him disappear under the fabric of the shirt you wore. luke pushed up the shirt to where your thighs began, leaving red marks on your skin as he approached your pussy. "my turn."

[pinkheart2006]

god how do I describe this feeling…(Héctor Fort x Reader)

(this is me dreaming of making out with someone to Chase Atlantic😔🙏🏻 . there isnt a lot of dialog so beware😗. Also slightly spicy!! nothing too much like clothes are still on but some parts imply something more than a makeout)

Look at you….making out with Hector Fort. Something you swore up and down this wouldn't happen. You never paid attention to him before. So why now?why here?why him? Dont you remember when he was another pretty boy? Maybe it was just the lights at the party- or the way his earrings shined. Yeah- thats what you told yourself. Hey maybe it was even the time of day- as it was 11pm on a saturday night- anything can happen, even uncommon feelings.

but…did uncommon feelings feel this good?…You decided it’s just the feeling of somebody new. Thats why you feel so nervous. You have seen him around but never really personally talked to him. You just want to make a good impression- you told yourself. Its normal! Its not like …. you know your friends caught you checking out his tattoo one too many times.

Hector wasnt stupid. He knew the effect he had on your. Those small needy glances didnt go unnoticed by the boy. You were so…obvious but at the same so endearing. It made hector pay attention even more. The person who never paid attention to him before was now all the sudden looking at him with those eyes? Who is he to pass on this?…

So thats how you find yourself there…sitting on the bathroom sink with your lips with Hectors. His hands roamed around your hips and thighs as he slightly tugged on your lower lip with his teeth very gently. He greets your lips with another full kiss not even fighting for dominance since you let him be in full control which made he enjoyed very much.

He smashes your lips once again passionatly but quickly- before you could even try to get another kiss in you feel him on your neck- giving it hickies and kisses slightly mumbling in spanish how good you taste. You knew that this would lead anywhere at this point, if you let things for futher enough. You werent a hook up person but..with hector honestly you were any person..

Apart of this felt wrong but not enough to make you feel guilty. Maybe ashamed is the better word.You thought he was a bit overrated. But here you are getting marked up by a guy you would never look at twice. But that nervousness ,that “shame” you felt was excitement more than anything. Because his kisses,his attention,his touch made you feel dumb but in a good way?…how would you describe it?

He pulls away- slightly admiring the work he painted on your neck. You give him an innocent look - as if anything he wanted you were ready to do. He traces his fingers on your neck, tracing the hickies on you. He gets a little bold after seeing that look in your eye- he grabs your neck gently, not wanting to hurt you but still yearning to touch you- and he brings you into anotjer kiss on his hands were wrapped around your neck.

And before he could let his hands wonder down to anything not child friendly- a loud bang on the door was heard which snapped you back to realotu coming down from your high. i looked down and quickly fixed yourself. Fixed your dress,your hair,your lipgloss…

gosh what were you doing…??

after fixing yourself you apologize letting out a quiet “im sorry” and running off. You werent sorry- more like embarrassed to be caught like that. You left hector confused. Almost hurt. He looks at the guy like “bro…you ruined it”. The raises his hands in defense but Hector took offense and just walked off. Now he had to act like he didnt have your attention for those 10 minutes in the bathroom.

Hector kept looking for you- seeing if you guys woild keep going or just talk. But he was informed by some friends you left early because you didnt feel too good. Yeah sure- all the sudden you didnt feel good. Hector didnt tell anyone what happened in the bathroom. He decided to let it be a little secret. Because even if you ran away..he knew deep down he had you right where he wanted you.

it was for you to choose if you wanted to play this game.

[jasmineoolongtea]

― like a rockstar ✧₊⁺

― the ways in which they're like as your rockstar boyfriends

contents: gojo x f!reader, geto x f!reader, choso x f!reader (reader wears a skirt), kinda suggestive tone for them, nicknames are used (baby & love), headcanons/brief drabbles a/n: title is based on like a rockstar by chase atlantic (chase atlantic my loves <333), might do more characters/scenarios with this concept if you guys like it/have any ideas for it, any likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated as always ♡

thinking about rockstar bf!gojo satoru who always dedicates his sets to you. it's kinda become a tradition for him to start off with a public declaration to you to his crowds of eager fans cheering and chanting his name with all their might.

"this one goes out to my girl out there in the crowd." he says with a devilish smirk, his cerulean eyes landing on you with calculated precision. thousands of eyes follow his outstretched finger that's pointing to you, most of them probably burning with jealousy from his fangirls, but you could care less about them when all you're focused on is him.

basking in the bright glow of the spotlights, there's no other way to say this except for the fact that he looks devastatingly handsome in his white tee and silver necklace with your initial on it and how it clings onto the ripples and reflexes of his toned body. you have a matching one, of course, a shiny letter 's' that clings to your neck, he gifted it to you before going on stage a few shows ago. "now everyone can tell we're just for each other." he remarks against your lips before crashing his into yours.

you wave at him shyly and blow a kiss in his direction, one he catches with ease before swinging the electric guitar strap around his neck. he sends a nod to his bandmates, signalling for them to start before taking centre stage again as he leans into the microphone.

"all these songs are just for you, baby."

thinking about rockstar bf!geto suguru who insists on getting a kiss from you before he goes on stage. "it's a good luck charm love, trust me." he asserts, taking your hands in his with the cold silver of his rings making you shiver slightly.

you're wearing that lipstick that he likes, the dark red one that looks so good when it's smudged and ruined from his own lips. he brings his thumb up to your bottom lip, running it slowly across the satiny finish in the way that makes your breath stop momentarily.

"where do you want it sugu?" you'll ask, as you always do, fluttering your eyelashes innocently and looking up at him with your doe eyes.

"anywhere you want, love." he whispers in your ear, the smooth timbre of his voice sending tingles down your spine. there's a fire lit within you, and a mischievous grin graces your features.

that's how he ends up going on stage with red lipstick on his lips and on the side of his neck. rumours were definitely going to swirl around this but that was the least of his worries when he spots you off on the side, donning his leather jacket with pride.

now you two are matching and wearing something of the other, him with your lipstick boldly marking him as yours and you in his leather jacket that smells just like him. he doesn't tell anyone but for you, he pulls out all of his tricks in his set tonight.

thinking about rockstar bf!kamo choso who makes sure you get front-row seats to whatever he does. doesn't matter where or when, no matter how inconvenient it might be, for choso, when there's a will, there's a way.

you knew that about him but that doesn't mean you were expecting him to pull you onto his lap during one of the band's practice sessions when he saw that all the other seats were unavailable. you feebly try to push him off as you insist that you'll find another seat somewhere else, your cheeks heating up with slight embarrassment as you do.

"but baby, i need you close to me." he'll say as he pouts at you, his grip tightening around your waist as he nuzzles his face into your back. his bandmates don't even blink an eye at his antics, already used to how attached their drummer is whenever it comes to you.

you sigh to yourself, your hands cupping his cheeks as you look into his eyes, a lovesick expression painted on his face. "you promise me that this won't interrupt your practice?" you ask as you feel one of his hands leave your waist and absentmindedly start to wander up your thigh towards the edge of your skirt.

he nods fervently, pressing a chaste kiss against your lips as a sign of confirmation. you're sure that the only reason that he isn't diving into your lips like a starved man as he usually does is because he's not in the mood to have an audience, in the form of the rest of the band, for it. you readjust yourself on his lap, making sure that you're situated in a better position with your back flushed against his toned torso as he rests his chin upon your shoulder.

his breath is hot against your ear as he whispers to you. "i'll play even better 'cause you're here."

[eddiesghxst]

PRICE OF FAME (PART 10/12)

helloooo, here are these two messy cuties once again, i hope you enjoyyy

18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: rockstar!eddie x journalist!reader

summary: time is almost up but who could deny a good karaoke session?

contains: enemies to lovers trope, alcohol consumption, mentions of drug use, sexual themes, slight angst, those awkward/cringey scenes where they're singing (i apologize in advance), and lots of mixed feelings <3

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song inspo for this chappy hehe:

Steve and Robin love karaoke. 

Nancy had warned you that the friendly pair practically fiend for a good karaoke sesh, but you hadn’t expected them to be as enthusiastic as they turned out to be.

For some odd reason, the city seems less busy today, so you, Eddie, and Eddie's friends can take up as much room as you’d like on the sidewalk. 

In front of you, Robin and Steve are seriously debating what the first song on the queue will be. Walking just a few paces behind them is Nancy, who’s quietly taking in the city's bright lights; and next to you, palm burning a hole through your hand with his addicting touch, is Eddie.

It’s stupid, you think. The way Eddie has seen you stripped down and bare, whining and quivering for him at what could arguably be your most vulnerable state, yet you still find your heart racing 100 miles a minute with this soft gesture of holding hands.

Sure, you’ve held his hand before, but not for this long. Not in public when it’s not the heat of the moment and you’re simply walking around. It’s weird and new, and it makes your stomach twist in a good way, but fuck— you chicken out when Robin and Steve turn to face you, Nancy, and Eddie.

“Steve wants to start karaoke with Queen— like any karaoke amateur would.” Robin huffs as Steve rolls his eyes. You slip your hand from Eddie’s hold before either of them can clock the gesture, and you avoid looking at Eddie when he clears his throat.

“Because it’s the perfect opener!” Steve stresses. “Everybody always does, Queen, Steve! Plus, I’m not even sure I can physically pull through with how long their songs are.” Robin argues. 

Steve’s jaw dropped as if Robin had just said the most foul thing he’d ever heard, “Their songs are not that long. And even if they are, they’re fucking amazing, so what’s your point.” “My point is we’re not starting the night with Queen.”

They’re an interesting group of friends, you’ll admit. Interesting in the sense that you swear they could be a part of some sitcom with how funny and unpredictable their conversations and interactions are.

By the time you reach the karaoke bar, Steve and Robin have an entire list of songs mentally queued up, and they make a beeline to the DJ operating the music as you and Nancy snag a table towards the middle of the room. The bar is to one side of the room while the stage is at the front, and the DJ booth is at the back; the rest of the room is full of tables where people chatter, laugh over drinks, and sing along with whoever is currently doing their performance. Eddie had split off to get drinks the second you entered the bar, so it’s just you and Nancy as you settle at the wooden table.

“Are you going to sing?” Nancy questions from the other side of the table. You pull a face, shrugging your shoulders up to your ears, “I’m not sure, maybe once I get a few drinks in me. How about you?” Nancy softly laughs with a playful roll of her eyes, “Unfortunately, I doubt Robin will let me escape this one.”

As if summoned, Robin slides into the seat right next to Nancy. “I put you down together, but there’s a few people ahead, so start thinking of the song you’ll sing.” She gestures between you and Nancy. You shrug, accepting defeat, and before you can pitch an idea for a song to Nancy, Robin is leaning her elbows against the table and blinking at you, “So, let’s cut to the chase. What’s going on between you and Eddie?” She asks.

Nancy’s eyes widen as she instinctively jabs her elbow into Robin’s ribs, “Ow!” “Rob, you can’t just ask people that— god.” You softly laugh as Robin rubs at her sore side. “Sorry if I’m interested in keeping tabs on my friend!” Robin sarcastically argued.

Nancy rolls her eyes and sends you an apologetic look. “Look, I’m just guessing— based on the fact that you two were in the back of a fancy restaurant— that something is going on. Oh— unless this is, like, a business thing, then you can totally ignore me.” Robin rambles.

“Robin,” Nancy stresses. Your cheeks seem to ache from the amused expression on your face as Nancy turns to you, “You don’t have to answer either way since it’s none of our business.” She says, voice raising near the end as she glares at Robin. Robin rolls her eyes, and you laugh with a shake of your head as you shift in your seat. “No, it’s fine, I understand, but um,” You shrug, “It’s just a business thing.” You finally answer.

And, technically, you’re not wrong. There is a business transaction going on between you and Eddie… and the rest of the band, which is primarily the basis of your relationship, but you’re not sure how appropriate it would be to say, ‘Yeah, I mean, Eddie hated me, but now he doesn’t, so then we fucked yesterday but then his manager basically told us to squash whatever that was, so now we’re kind of in a weird spot because we don’t hate each other but we can’t like each other. Oh yeah, and here’s the kicker, Eddie’s been a total asshole this entire time, and it’s fucked with my head a bit. But apparently, he wants to change!’

It’s a colorful mess of loopholes and twists and turns that probably nobody will fully understand aside from you and Eddie, so…. business thing it is. 

Robin seems to take that as an answer, but Nancy is now intrigued by your tone, “That didn’t sound very sure.” She playfully raises a suggestive eyebrow. Robin hums, “What happened to it being none of our business?” She points out, to which Nancy just waves a dismissive hand in response. “It’s a business thing, but…” Nancy prods. Your face warms as you lift your shoulders in a shrug, “I mean, it’s… it’s complicated.” 

Nancy nods with a shrug as she shifts in her seat, “So, how did you two meet?” 

You take a deep breath as you lean to rest your elbows on the table, “Well, I’m a writer for Rolling Stone magazine—” Robin gasps, grabbing your attention, “No shit? Nancy’s a journalist too— ow!” She turns to look at Nancy with a disgruntled look as she rubs her thigh, “Would you stop bullying me?” She frowns.

Before either of them can get far into bickering, Eddie and Steve come waltzing back to the table with drinks in their hands. Eddie snags a seat beside you and passes a drink to you; you smile as you gratefully take the glass and softly thank him. Steve plops down next to Robin, sliding her and Nancy their drinks as he says, “Alright, I hope everyone has their songs picked out because I plan on battling each and every one of you.”

Although the weather outside is on the more chilly side of summer days, you find your body warm with liquor and laughter as you, Nancy, and Eddie watch a tipsy pair of Steve and Robin sing a surprisingly good rendition of Huey Lewis’ Heart and Soul. You’ve shrugged off your sweater and tossed it over the back of your chair— and you’re thankful to have thrown on a tank top underneath because, most of the time, you hardly bother to wear anything beneath sweaters.

It’s their fourth song of the night, Eddie and Nancy have both gone up at least once, but you’ve been on the observant side mostly, enjoying the ongoing conversations you’ve had with Nancy. There’s a bowl of chips and salsa in the middle of the table, and Eddie’s arm is draped across the back of your chair, heat pouring from him and seeping all around to wrap you up in an Eddie-scented bubble— it’s nicer than you’d care or like to admit.

Nancy has turned around to watch and cheer on the performance; she’s become more animated and loose after a few drinks, and you laugh as Robin practically serenades her from the stage. You lean back in your chair, softly giggling as you slightly lean into Eddie, “So,” you grab your drink and glance at the boy on your side, “What’s the dynamic here?” You ask with a jut of your chin towards his friends.

Eddie hums, leaning further into his chair, and in turn, pressing himself closer to you. His breath is warm against your ear and cheek, curly strands brushing against your skin as he speaks, “So basically,” He dramatically sighs, and you smile at his dramatics as he gestures between his friends, “Nancy and Steve are exes from high school and Robin and Steve are best friends.” You nod, gaze darting between the friends as you connect the dots. “But,” He raises a finger over his glass, “Robin and Nancy are dating now.” Your eyebrows raise at the full circle of events, but you nod as your suspicions are finally confirmed. 

Eddie leans closer, voice dropping to a lower volume, “But at this rate, it’s safe to say Nancy’s playing third wheel for Steve and Rob since they practically share one brain cell.” You tilt your head, “Okay, I see it now.”

Nancy glances over her shoulder to glare at you and Eddie from her seat, “I heard that, assholes… you’re not wrong.” She grumbles. You and Eddie laugh as she turns back to face you both now that Steve and Robin are hopping off the stage.

“Steve’s actually seeing a girl now; she’s in nursing school.” Nancy pipes up, grabs a chip, and pops it into her mouth. Eddie leans forward at that, keeping his arm on your chair as he uses the other to grab a chip for himself,  “Nursing school?”

Nancy nods as she sips her drink, “He goes down to see her like every other weekend. And they run our phone bill up like hell.” 

Robin plops down into her seat, “What are we talking about? Steve’s hot nurse babe?” She asks, humming when Nancy nods. Robin scoffs as she turns to Eddie, “Can you believe they’ve been dating for, like, four months, and we have yet to even see a picture of her? They see each other every week!”

Eddie snorts, “Then who’s he talking to on the phone?” Robin shrugs, “Who knows at this point.”

Steve returns as if on cue, sitting down with a sigh as he glances at the table, “What’d I miss?”

“Nothing, just talking about your imaginary girlfriend.” Robin teases.

Steve groans, eyes rolling before glaring at his giggling friends— your cheeks hurt from smiling. “She’s real, okay? She’s real, and her name is Cassie, and the only reason you haven’t met her yet is because she’s literally in nursing school— she has a busy schedule!”

And although you wish Eddie and you had been able to finish your discussion without the abrupt interruption, you find yourself growing fond of this shade of Eddie— sure, you’ve seen him having fun and being unapologetically himself with Gareth and Jeff and even on stage, but this side of Eddie is softer— kinder, brighter— homey. 

You realize as you watch him singing his heart out to some mainstream pop song that Steve somehow talked him into doing. You’re more surprised that Eddie knows the lyrics, but you’re too tipsy to dwell on it because Nancy’s scooting onto the chair beside you and asking what song you two should sing because, “We have to outsing them, obviously.”

And, well, you hardly have the time to stop your lips before you lean in and tell her the song you’d like to sing. Nancy snickers, giggling at the obvious undertone of the chosen song, and she eagerly agrees because “He’s gonna shit his pants.”

You go back and forth on who will take which role— who will sing Tom Petty’s key, and who will sing Stevie Nicks's key— but then you eventually land on just singing together for the entirety of the song. When the boys finish their song, Nancy drags you up to the DJ to request the song and magically persuades him to let you skip the queue of people to go next. She’s a good flirt, that’s indisputable.

You should probably thank Nancy at some point for agreeing to this song regardless of how little information she has about your situationship with Eddie, but before you even get the chance to, you and Nancy are already singing the first line of the song— Baby, you'll come knocking on my front door. Same old line you used to use before— and well, Eddie’s head has never turned his head faster, but you avoid his gaze for as long as you can.

And you’re doing good; you’re doing so good, and then you get to the second chorus and lock eyes with Eddie as you sing along to the track with Nancy— Baby, you could never look me in the eye. Yeah, you buckle with the weight of the world. Stop draggin' my, stop draggin' my, stop draggin' my heart around— and, well… you think you made your point clear.

You and Nancy have a blast singing to Nicks and Petty, and when the song ends, the bar claps and cheers as they do after every performance, and you’re all smiles as you waltz back to the table, sitting next to the fidgeting boy you’d just indirectly serenaded. Steve and Robin are telling you and Nancy how well you did and teasing each other over specific parts of the performance, and they’re all so caught up in one another that they hardly notice as Eddie leans into your space, voice low and gravely as he speaks, “That was cruel, princess.”

You look at him, eyes falling to the ghost of a smirk that dances across his lips before you reach forward to grab your drink, wrapping your lips around the thin, black straw, maintaining eye contact as you shrug, “Did you get the hint?” You tease.

Eddie huffs around a laugh, shifting in his seat, left arm back to barricading the back of your chair, and you don’t fail to notice the tent in the crotch of his jeans. He rolls his tongue over his teeth, snickering when you raise an eyebrow, “Yeah… Yeah, I got the hint.” He nods, and you think you might see a pink tint dusting across his cheeks.

You smile, liquor making you bold as you blink up at him, “Good.”

It’s a long trip to the hotel with a pair of drunk best friends.

They ramble a lot— Steve and Robin— you come to find out, and Nancy and Eddie have become experts at handling them with ease. You realize this as you watch them get their friends tucked into bed. Nancy is tipsy, but Eddie informed you that she has a weird thing with tequila where she becomes highly functioning, so she’s moving about the room with grace and precision.

When the drunk pair is finally tucked into bed, Nancy walks you and Eddie to the door of the hotel room, thanking you for taking the time to make sure they got in safe. “I would say see you at breakfast, but I doubt these two will have crawled from the grave by then.” Nancy gestures back to Robin and Steve. 

You don’t blame them; they’re basically on holiday, and you would do the same.

Your and Eddie’s rooms are on a different floor, and it’s a long ride up to the top, especially with the burning desire for one of you to say something— what, you’re not sure.

“I like your friends.”

That was you talking, you realize when Eddie turns to you with a smirk, “Yeah? They didn’t scare you off with their incessant shithead behavior?” He jokingly questions. You hum with a laugh, “I’ve dealt with worse.” You tease.

Eddie walks you to your room, his intoxicating smell and presence hovering around you as you unlock the door before stepping in. You turn around, hand resting on the edge of the door as you look at the curly-haired boy, “Good night, Eddie.”

Eddie hums, leaning against the door frame, eyes flickering to the twist of your mouth before reaching your eyes again, “Not gonna finish our conversation?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes, “I hardly believe you’d be doing much talking if I let you in right now.” And you don’t think you’re ready to travel down that path again. Not so soon when you have the events of tonight to digest, not to mention the gift sitting in your bag.

Eddie shrugs with a small smirk, “I can multitask.”

His gentle smile is beautiful. Alluring and unique, and his eyes are taking you with such an intensity that you think you might melt if you stay a minute longer. “I didn’t choose that song for the hell of it, you know?” You ask. “Stevie’s got a mean fucking range. Lord knows if I’ll be covering her again.” You grumble. And really, how high can the woman go with her rasp?

Eddie laughs, turning his head and glancing at the empty hallway before looking back to you, “Yeah, I know,” He softly replies.

You nod and he takes a deep breath, nodding towards your bag slung over your shoulder, “Listen to the tape.” He reminds you.

You tilt your head, clenching the strap of your bag before speaking, “Are you under the impression that this would make up for everything?” You ask.

And you don’t mean for it to sound harsh or hurt his feelings, but you have to let him know that if that’s what he’s hoping, then he’s wrong. This doesn’t fix everything. This doesn’t fix the confused feelings and the harsh words. It’s a start, but it’s not a finish as well.

And although Eddie’s expression falters, he shakes his head, “No. But I still want you to listen.”

You nod quietly, gazing at each other and wishing you could start on a different foot. You clear your throat, straighten your stance, and step back. “Good night, Eddie.” You softly say.

By the time you finish showering and getting ready for bed, the only thing running on your mind is the pending need to sleep. The maids had changed out the seats so they’re not doused with the ghost of Eddie’s cologne and shampoo— but you don’t go long with Eddie out of your mind because there’s a hard object that pokes into your arm when you settle into the bed.

You groan, twisting your arm around your frame to dig out the small object from below you, and when your fingers wrap around the plastic case, you immediately remember the task you’d had for tonight— listen to the tape.

The sleep that weighed down on your body is suddenly gone as you sit up to grab your walkman and headphones before settling back into the comfy sheets.

You try your best to ignore the swirling feeling of nerves and excitement in your gut as you put on your headphones and slip the tape in, but you find yourself nipping at the skin of your nails as the tape winds either way.

It’s silent for a moment, the sound of shuffling and the soft thud of what you think might be someone setting a glass down. There’s a clearing of a throat— it’s Eddie, you can tell— and your stomach twists in anticipation at the first ring of a piano chord. 

The beginning chords are soft and slow, gentle enough to lull you to sleep if you sink into it, and the recording is so vivid that you can hear the dull thud of each key beneath the press of his fingers.

Your heart races when Eddie’s voice seeps into the melody. It’s a ballad, something Corroded Coffin doesn’t have much of, and you wonder why because the softness of Eddie’s voice is arguably one of the most heavenly sounds to have ever touched your ears.

I'm feeling a way, off some kinda drug

Maybe it's lust, maybe it's love

I know I said I'd straighten out a week ago

I'm fiending though, 'bout to reach my peak, you know

The city's got me falling now

It’s… fuck, it’s fucking good, and you haven’t even gotten to the chorus, but god, your heart skips a beat at the following line because it’s a direct callout to you.

I'm fading away, I'm losing my head

I know you said leave, but fuck what you said

As much as you wish you could say you hate it… you don’t.

Even though the song is about you and your twisted relationship with Eddie— which definitely aids to your feelings towards the track— it’s genuinely a good song. Which, okay, is slightly annoying, but you can’t find it in yourself to care as the song carries on.

The future's never looked so bright, it's blinding me

It's hard to see, I'm swimming through dopamine

Your body looks like heaven and

I wanna give up, I just wanna leave

I'm floating away, I'm caught in the breeze

The outro of the song comes and slows down, a softer sound than before filling your ears, and shit— you’re at the edge of your seat now because Eddie is singing so gently, and it has your mind swirling. 

I can't believe this is happening

What did I do? What did she do to me?

…

Mending my brain again

Please don't give up on me

This hurts tremendously

How will this end for me?

When the song dies off, you can hear shuffling again before the track ends, and you’re left with spinning thoughts as you take your headphones off and let the silent and dark room envelope you.

You have to take a moment, yanking the string of the bedside lamp to light up the room so you can see your thoughts more clearly because— how do you feel? You’re not sure, honestly, and the thud of your heart beating in your chest only clouds your judgment even more because— isn’t this what you asked for? For Eddie to be open and honest with you, to tell you his true feelings and where he’s at when it comes to you. And is it enough?

Would it ever be enough for Eddie to give you one simple, stripped-down track to allow him the chance to mend what he’d ruined? 

Your heart wants it to be enough, but realistically, it’s not. Eddie has only just begun his journey to forgiveness, and you have to remind yourself that it’s not wrong to be hesitant to let him in, neither is it bad for you to want him as badly as you do. You’re both learning, and you’re both trying to fix the damage that’s been done, and it might take time, but if you both want it— if Eddie really wants you— then the time and work it takes to fix things won’t be a bother.

You listen to the song two more times, maybe more than twice, and you let the words sink into your bones until you practically have it engraved into your mind, lulling yourself to sleep with the haunting echo of Eddie’s voice and words bouncing in the walls of your skull.

And in your dreams, you meet Eddie, and for the split second you have with him there, everything is perfect— and by the time you wake up, the ticking time bomb to make your choice is now louder than it’s ever been before.

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part eleven

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a/n: OMG HIII, you made it to the end again !!! i would just like to specify that the song eddie has written and sang for birdie in this chappy (23 x chase atlantic) is not entirely a nod towards their relationship! reader is not specifically 23 years old nor is she struggling with any type of substance abuse, the lines that were used in this chapter are the lines that actually adhere to them imo, OKAY I THINK U GET IT I'LL SHUT UP NOW.

also, this is not the last of the songs that eddie has written abt birdie btw🫣

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[neoplatinum]

keep it up - chase atlantic | ning 'ningning' yizhou

summary: i care for you, like you care for me

pairing: gf!ningning x reader

themes: fluff, angst, implied substance abuse, professional help, rest of aespa!

wc: 1.0k

pt2 of: VTMNTSCOAT - destroy lonely

you can hear the sound of yizhou learning how to play different riffs on her guitar. it's endearing and warm how hard she's trying to nail this one piece to play it for you.

you think that yizhou would make such a hot rockstar girlfriend, not that you would say it to her face. it would probably inflate her ego too much.

"baby! come eat lunch." yizhou's too into her playing, barely processing that you've said something to her. so you tap her shoulder and her head whips up to look at you. she smiles and takes the guitar off of herself, setting it on the stand.

you both walk to the kitchen, you grab both bowls and place them on the table, as yizhou grabs utensils. and when she sits downs she smiles at you.

"i think i'm going to be able to finish that song by tomorrow." she speaks with pride. you're proud of her, for trying so hard to play the guitar. you grab her hand, squeezing it for encouragement.

yizhou smiles and digs into her bowl of noodles, happily slurping it. you watch and adore how cute she looks, eyes intently watching her noodles, a frustrated expression when the noodles slip through her chopsticks.

--

you think about that night all those months ago, at aeri's party. how heartbroken you both were, feeling a tear in your relationship, wanting so badly to mend it with your own hands. so you tried, getting yizhou professional help. yizhou's been seeing a specialist, getting help with her dependency on drugs. understanding why her mood swings are so dire.

you try and sit in with her most sessions, sometimes yizhou would rather you just sit outside in the waiting room. when you sit outside of the room, you wonder if she'll ever confide in you with what she isn't willing to share. most of all you are just proud she takes each session in stride even if she doesn't want to attend.

it's been a lot of up and downs with her mood swings, but at the end of the day she always tells you how much she loves you. she thanks you for sticking by her. some days she throws things around when she's unstable, when her mood is so off that she can't contain the emotions she's feeling.

other days she completely shuts you out, staying in her room for hours on end with no sound. you get worried at times that she'll completely shut you out but it never lasts for longer than a day.

usually she'll crawl into your room when its so late you're already asleep and cuddle into your side. there have been a few times you wake up when she does it, other times you sleep through the night and wake up with yizhou next to you, probably playing with your hair.

it doesn't matter if she shuts you out or is attached to your hip the whole day, you will always be there as a space for her when she needs it.

you like to take long walks on days where yizhou is out. long walks to really think about your own wellbeing, how being with yizhou impacts you. how her actions can fill you up or let you down.

you talk to yizhou about it sometimes and she listens to you. letting you have the space to speak about your own struggles. you talk about how hurt you were that night when you caught her dancing up on some guy, but thinking it was you the whole time.

you cry into her shoulder as she cries into you. she still loves you, the same way she was when you two started dating. she tries to be more present with you, asking how you are doing as well. taking the time to care for you and pamper you as well.

--

aeri, minjeong, and jimin also visit often, getting little gifts for yizhou that always makes her smile. minjeong sometimes comes over with her guitar and everyone sits to watch them play songs together. you feel a deep warmth in your chest when they smile at each other while they're playing. you're eternally grateful for these girls, that they take the time to care for yizhou just as much as you do.

you talk about it with aeri, minjeong and jimin one day, how much you appreciate them. they all cry at the sight of you breaking down, comforting you when you explain how hard all this has been on you.

--

you've decided to take yizhou to a festival, letting her enjoy her favorite artists. the whole time you've spent enjoying the vibe of the festival and swaying with yizhou while you hug her.

she's lovely at singing, you discover through the festival. that night when you drive home you request that she sings more often. she gets bashful at the comments, but sings to you nonetheless. you think you can hear the sound of love through her voice, it brings you to tears.

some nights when you two are too tired to go out for dates, you enjoy drawing with yizhou, letting her creativity run free. she draws these beautifully intricate pieces depicting her thoughts and feelings about herself, or how frustrated she is with the world. you always take the time to listen to her explain each piece, so she awards you with a kiss after each one.

you can feel yizhou getting better over time, how she's more confident in expressing how she feels to you. there's less of a hesitation to explain to you how she's struggling or even to the other three girls.

yizhou's even convinced you to pick up the drums to accompany her playing, she claims you look extra hot with sweaty hair on your face and especially when you look so into it. you laugh at that because it honestly feels like you look like you're drenched in the rain.

she kisses you senseless when you say that, and she comments. "i can't wait to marry you one day. i hope our kids have your perseverance."

you blush at the compliment, thinking about marrying yizhou one day, and honestly yeah, you think you'll have to do it soon.

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a/n: this was requested by the lovely @torri77, hope it's enjoyable! friendly reminder that addiction is a very real situation, and this is fiction. as always, stay safe and stay healthy, everyone!

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[untitledrockstar-if]

I follow each of the Chase Atlantic boys’ gfs online and am almost more obsessed with each of them and their "day in the life" content than the band at this point. I don’t know why. The rockstar gf allure is just so magnetic. Something about them casually posting from family/friend guest VIP area at Coachella and backstage at crazy venues with celebs or posting videos of being dragged out on stage by their superstar partner for their bday as if it’s just normal life is sooo interesting

Anyway tldr your brain is so delicious and this IF was MADEEEE for the stannies like me. If you ever need mean or stan tweet ideas just send out a bat signal and i will come RUNNING

I'm so obsessed w the rockstar gf trend that happened sometime ago like sorry I don't wanna be the rockstar at all, I just want to look pretty and have songs dedicated to me lmao

so you get me 🫶 always wanted to write smth about a mc that's just there to be hot and famous

[hanjisunglover]

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 - Han Jisung

pairing: rockstar!han jisung x fem!reader

genre: smut, strangers to ?, write in first person.

warnings: mentions of drugs and alcohol, dirty talks, sex in a public place, chocking, Dom!jisung, sub!reader, unprotect sex (don't be silly guys), breeding, jisung it's kinda an asshole.

word count: 1.9k

summary: y/n's best friend loves 3racha, the band that most of the time write and talks about things that y/n doesn't really like, but she decide to go anyway to their performance, without knowing how the night would finish.

I heard about Han Jisung's band a couple weeks before the first show, my best friend just filled my chat with videos and links of 3racha songs, covers and all of the stuff. I told to myself, it's just one time, I just need to go with her to the bar, she would have her delusional moment where she starts to think that the bassist is looking at her and then done.

I choose something easy to wear, just a simple black dress that reaches my thighs, with thin straps and not a large neckline, the best for a light night in a small bar in our town.

When we enter the bar I can feel the low light and the music reach my body with a wave of feelings, I feel almost dizzy and I hold my friend's arm, "It is chaotic here," I whispers to her. She just laughs, she knows that I'm not a party girl, it's rare to see me around in bars or pubs.

Me and her take a seat, in one of the small tables with two chairs right in front of the little stage. It is not that big, it just has everything that the band needs. The music is good, I know some songs because of my friend, and I wouldn't admit but it's really good.

Han Jisung, the main singer and the electric guitarist is right in front of us, his fast fingers moving up and down the guitar and his gaze never leaving mine: i’m totally enchanted by him.

“Thank you everyone for joining us today, the last song is our last cover, Slow Down by Chase Atlantic,” Jisung’s voice is lower than i expected, I felt shivers down my spine from it and I swallowed hardly thinking about his voice matching perfectly with the last song.

I'm lost in his notes, his voice goes perfectly with the lyrics of the song, "you're buried in the pillow, yeah you're so loud, but I'm about to show you, baby, slow down." Jisung's hair falls on his face in a sensual way, and it seems so above the clouds that he does not seem to hear the cries of the fans excited by his performance.

My eyes can't leave his figure, he's magnetic while it ends with a solo of his electric guitar. His gaze lock mine, is a way that no one ever did. He smirks, he knows.

After 3racha's performance the music just turns in some boring remix, but I can't leave my mind from him, and as I sip my drink and indulge my friend to talk about how good they were, my shoulder get touched. I raise my gaze and I meet his, I have han jisung in front of me.

My friend seems to understand because in two seconds she moves from her seat to leave him her seat, my gaze follows his as our eyes don't stop to study each other, "it's the first time that you come right? your friend is a usual fan, but you.. you're new."

"So he does look at the people in front of him as he performs", I think with myself. He looked so focused during the whole show that I've never noticed how his eyes were looking at me the entire time, "yes, she's a fan. I just decided that I needed to go out you know, spending time in some weird pub."

"at least you didn't find a weirdo," he chuckles as he put his arms on the back of my chair, and with the other hand he finishes my drink til the last drop, he makes a satisfied sound as soon as he finishes swallowing the alcoholic drink, "just me."

"how can I know that you're not a weirdo? I don't know you," my tone it's playfully, just to see what he has in his mind to be this bold to talk with me so casually, "oh but I'm not darling, and I can show you how pretty good I am, in pretty much everything."

His not lying, in his expression I can only read confidence and lust, and my mind divides in two: I can pass the night talking causally with him, maybe even end up outside here and finish our meeting at his place, or I can just let myself go and leave the moment.

fuck it.

That's what I think as his gaze glance at my lips, my teeth capture my bottom lip in reflex as my cheeks slowly grow red, "ah, so you're a shy one, but definitely a naughty." I clear my throat as I avoid his gaze, "I'm not a shy one."

"prove me wrong", he says still looking at me, his actions are pretty bold and I can't leave my mind run on dirty imagines, I can't, I always said to myself that I can't just fuck someone that I just met. It's something that I promised to myself, I've always been pretty hard on myself, the only person that gives me pleasure in my whole life was my ex. We broke up two years ago. Two years without sex.

I can feel my body burn for the desire to be hold, to be kissed, even in a rough way, I just need someone else's touch on my body. he's totally right, I am a shy one. I'm a shy one because every time that my mind goes to a dirty thought I need to squeeze my thighs to stop the warm feeling that grows between them, even now that I'm looking at this guys, with curly brown hair and doe dark eyes I can't stop imagine the things that he would do to me if I said yes.

I never imagined myself with someone like him, someone with a that high league, I'm not for him. Jisung seems like someone that likes to be high, likes parties and be always around; the opposite of me. I'm the one that stay home, that watch tv-shows and anime, never tried drugs and rarely drinks alcohol. I'm not good with relationships, he's probably a social butterfly.

so why am i kissing him in the bathroom of the small pub?

His hand move around my neck, and my breath catches my throat, it makes me feel things that I never felt, our lips move together perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle, his tongue is against mine for the first time and I'm not sure if my legs can take it. it's too much for me, too many feelings at the same time. as my hands finish between his hair he relieves a light chuckles, "so innocent," he murmurs after breaking the kiss, my lips are swollen and red and my eyes are half close, his hand still around my throat pressing enough for making my thighs squeeze together, "oh I'm gonna destroy you so bad."

"p-please," I whispers feeling damn stupid to sound this needy for someone, I never been this needy, I never felt this much desire to someone before, "please what?"

"we can't do this here!"

my mind just gets clear and his hand is pressed more on my neck, my breath catches my throat again, he's being so rough that my wetness is making my panties too messy, "you're getting all wet for me, and you want me to stop?"

"n-no but," I trail off, I want it so bad, but the thought of getting caught just makes me even more excited, "we are not stopping, okay? I'm gonna make you the best slut ever, you're gonna love it so much that you're gonna just beg me for more."

His lips find their way down my neck, his hand move on my waist as I just can pull him closer, "see, you want me, little slut," his low chuckles makes my skin react with chills, every inch that his fingertips touches, my body just wants more.

"please, j-just do something," his teeth grab my sensitive skin, nibbling and biting softly, creating probably memories of our time together. "please what?"

"please Jisung, jisung just do something I can't.."

"too impatient, tell me what you want," he whispers in my ear, his warm breath makes me feel almost dizzy for excitement, "I-i need your cock inside of me, please."

"oh you're gonna have it because you're being so good to me, like my little whore," his low gasp makes me moan, I'm all wet for him and he hasn't even touched me yet. I spread my legs enough for him to reach my panties as I was ready for him to take them off but he put them aside, looking at me with a smirk, "we don't want to waste time to take them off, don't we?"

I simply nod, working on his tight pants to let his shaft out, his cock, as soon as free from the boxers, arches against his stomach, it is not surprisingly big but it's thick. my mouth watering at the view, I want to taste him, I want to have it just for me.

he doesn't lose time, moving one of my thigh against his waist holding it with his hand and the other hand starts to grind against my pussy lips, I moan breathless, the feeling after that long time makes me feel more excited that I expected. "So wet for me."

"please be quick," I whine, too needy to think straight, and he seems too impatient too because his cock slides inside my slit with one thrust. He buries his face in my shoulder, thrusting inside my tight hole endlessly. I just know that in that moment I start to moan, too loud for him because he cover my mouth with his hand, looking straight in my eyes as he bites his bottom lip.

"don't make a sound and I'll let you cum," I nod lightly, keeping my eyes on his, as his thrust start to go deeper and deeper, I feel my whole body shaking for ecstasy. his gaze moves from my eyes to my body, my hands on his chest, grabbing his t-shirt for my life.

"I'm gonna fill you with my sperm," he whispers after a while of whimpering and moaning, his both hands reach my hips to lift me up from the floor, sitting on the toilet just to make me sit on his lap. as soon as his cock get inside me again I can feel how big he is, my walls squeeze around him, and my hands finishes on his shoulder to hold myself as I start to bounce on it. I want it, I need it so bad that my mind get foggy.

"p-please, please I need to-" I trail off as my cheeks get red under his smirk, his eyes are darker than usual, his hands move up from my hips to cup my cheeks, pulling closer for a wet, long and passionate kiss. my senses get dizzy, I can't feel my legs as he shoot his seed inside me, filling me completely as I come at the same time.

the sounds of flesh slapping echoes in the whole bathroom and I just can't move from his lap, I can't and I don't want to. but his hands move on my hips to make me move.

he left me there with his number on his plectrum, a lot of marks on my neck and my mind full of memories.

note: and here we are ^^ I hope you guys liked !! jisung being an asshole it wasn't in my plans but 🤭 @lyramundana

[mothmaiden]

Song of the Day

[luvrhyune]

-; ✧˖*°࿐ PHASES . HAN JISUNG .

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ SUMMARY ; heaven was calling his name, he was going through phases.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ PAIRING ; rockstar! han jisung x gn! reader.

— warnings ; MENTIONS OF DRUG USAGE AND ABUSE, established relationship, breaking up, jisung is a drug addict, song fic, pet names (jisung gets called angel, reader gets called sweet thing), ANGST.

— notes ; heyyy lol. i know we said fuck boy jeongin was next but this was entirely impulsive and idk. i don’t like the ending.

— notes ; i really recommend listening to phases by chase atlantic while reading this!!!

masterlist.

han jisung was high on life. he had everything he could ever want, fame, his sweet thing that loved him no matter what, his band, a killer voice that flowed through the media — demanding attention from anyone who would listen. he had it all.

then he discovered drugs.

drugs were a poison to people like han jisung, to people who lived his lifestyle, once they found you — like a snake they’d sink their teeth in and wouldn’t let go until they had killed you off — or in this case, consumed you whole and became your whole life.

han jisung lived every day, consuming something that could give him a high, helping him escape from the troubles of life that weighed on his back. you, his sweet thing, couldn’t stand it. you watched him, day in and day out, high off his ass, spouting nonsense and losing himself. to tell the truth, you were terrified of him, the person he had become. that new shell, wasn’t your angel.

“i’m sorry you’re scared of me, sweet thing.” he whispered to you one night. you held him close, finding him in tears, loosing his shit because he couldn’t get his fill. you, yourself were in tears, you were in utter disbelief that was what had become of your angel, this was how life had chosen to treat this precious guy. “i’m sorry i’m dangerous.” he muttered, and you felt your heart slowly falling apart.

“we should talk,” you kissed against his skin, you felt him tense before he slowly shook his head. you sighed, watching the skin on his neck from goosebumps, the hair’s standing up to protect him. “our relationship, baby, it’s falling apart.” you felt his body start to shake, felt his hands grip the fabric of your shirt, his tears staining your clothes.

he shook his head again, “i hate when you say this,” he pulled back from you. he rubbed his hands under his eyes and his nose, wiping them back on his shirt. his face was covered in red splotches, painted over his nose, to his cheeks, and to the whites of his eyes, making it impossible for you to tell if it was from the tears, or his high.

“it’s not the relationship, it’s me, i’m falling apart.” he pointed right in the centre of his chest, trying to prove a point, trying to prove something. you couldn’t tell what, you couldn’t even process anything, your anger taking over senses at his statement.

you moved away from him, a frown on your face. “and whose fault is that?!” you spat at him. why only now was he realising, why did he only just figure out that he was wasting away? jisung flinched, and it shook you to your core, this was your angel, how the fuck did it get like this? you sighed, you were tired, tired of repeating yourself every night after he got like this, tired of every argument, tired of being bashed by your friends for staying, tired of all the people in love with your angel. everything was exhausting.

“what’s the point of love if it’s not real, ji?” you muttered, laying back on the mattress the two of you were perched upon. you felt him grab your hand, squeezing it as he leaned to tower over you, you studied his face silently — watching his lip quiver, watching his eyes squint ever so slightly to try and rid of the tears that you both noticed were breaking through.

“it’s angel..”

“you’re hanging on to me, and in your feels, angel,” you whispered, arms reaching out to cup his check. nothing but warmth in the palm of your hand as he leaned as far as he could into your touch, and you tried to wipe away his tears.

“i feel like i’m going insane.” he cried out, collapsing in the comfort of your chest, his arms wrapped around your figure as he clung to you. you allowed it, completely used to this routine with him.

“this is just a phase, angel, it’ll pass.” you kissed his temple, rubbing up and down his back. sweet nothings whispered to his hair and into his heart. you sat him up, forcing his arms away from you, knowing it was time to finally leave, knowing you wouldn’t if you didn’t right now.

“no,” he sobbed, head shaking frantically as he held onto your arms “you can’t leave me, sweet thing. i need you, please stay.” you held his face in your hands, kissing his lips, softly and slowly to remember them before pulling away with a soft smile.

han jisung, was a world wide, media sensation, however, he was your angel. his lifestyle was something you couldn’t keep up with, no matter how bad you wanted him, heaven was calling his name, and you couldn’t follow him.

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[10byten]

Yuta's Collab

Summary : You met Yuta at a musical social event. And between the two of you a beautiful alchemy is born 

Warning : Y/N and Yuta discover each others, beginning of a relationship, SMUT at some point.

Words : 5000

You accidentally wander into the men’s room and freeze—he’s standing right there. He looks surprised at first, but then that surprise melts into something amused.

“I didn’t know they had gender-neutral restrooms here,” he says, smirking. “Pleasantly surprised.” His eyes sweep over you in a way that feels far too intentional.

You manage to recover, despite the what-is-happening-right-now energy swirling in your brain. “Sometimes you have to push progress yourself,” you reply, surprising even yourself with that burst of confidence. Aren’t you supposed to be the perpetually stressed-out, self-conscious type?

He raises an eyebrow, clearly impressed. “If everyone thought like that, the world would be moving a lot faster,” he says with a laugh. “I’m Yuta. I identify as a man—or, wait, no—‘man’ works just fine,” he says, holding out a hand, nails perfectly polished.

You shake his hand, introducing yourself. “By the way, the nails—and the rings—chef’s kiss. Super classy.”

His grin grows wider, clearly pleased. “What can I say? Gotta bring my A-game for society,” he teases, before tilting his head and adding, “And I’m loving the piercing. You’ve got good taste.”

You’re caught between blushing and beaming when he leans toward the door. “Maybe we should continue this chat somewhere less… soapy? A woman like you deserves champagne, not bathroom tiles.”

Is he serious? That grin says he might be. Either way, you’re intrigued. You let him lead you out.

A few minutes later, you’re both holding champagne glasses by the bar. He hands you yours with a flourish. “So, what brings you to this party? What’s your story?”

You smirk. “Apart from being the unofficial ambassador for non-binary toilets? I’m a production assistant for the company running this event. My job is to make sure everything goes smoothly when you artists start prepping for an album drop.”

He raises an eyebrow, mock-offended. “Artists? So, you know who I am? Or did my vibe just scream ‘artsy rockstar’?”

“Maybe a little of both,” you reply, a playful glint in your eye. “Though I might know you’re a Japanese rockstar who somehow landed in a Korean boy band.”

He laughs, genuinely delighted. “Wow, no one’s ever summed me up so perfectly before. A fan of those boy bands, huh?”

“I might’ve heard a song or two,” you say, feigning nonchalance. “Research purposes, of course. Our labels are about to sign a partnership, after all. We’ll be your first European distributors, so I take my job very seriously.”

“Clearly,” he says, impressed. “Remind me to shout you out at the next SM meeting. Gotta highlight that dedication.”

Later, after sneaking down to the studio floor with him—your badge granting exclusive access—you challenge him to a spur-of-the-moment session. “Let’s see what you’ve got, rockstar. I’ll throw on a beat, you show me what’s in that head of yours.”

Yuta, never one to back down from a challenge, grins. “Just try not to fall in love with my voice,” he teases before stepping into the booth.

You cue up a Chase Atlantic-inspired beat, expecting him to take a moment to find his rhythm. Instead, he jumps in like he’s been rehearsing for weeks. His voice is raw and captivating, weaving effortlessly with the beat. You’re stunned.

When he steps out of the booth, you’re still processing. “That… that was insane. When’s the solo album, again?”

He chuckles, leaning against the doorframe. “Depends. Know any good collaborators?”

His eyes meet yours, and the way he’s looking at you makes your heart race. Is he still talking about music?

You shake off the thought, channeling your professionalism. “If this is a collab pitch, my schedule just cleared up.”

“Deal,” he says, offering his hand. You shake it, but he pulls you closer, his voice dropping low. “Looking forward to showing you everything I’m capable of.”

The next day is torture. Every look, every laugh, every damn word out of Yuta’s mouth sends your brain spiraling. By the time the day’s session ends, you’re mentally drained, but he’s not done with you yet.

As you head for the stairs, hoping to escape unnoticed, he follows. Before you can react, he catches your wrist and pins you gently against the wall. His eyes burn with mischief, his voice low and teasing.

“About yesterday—you didn’t give me a chance to respond,” he says, his hand resting on your hip. “But for the record, I’ve never enjoyed the studio as much as I did with you. Spending the day watching you? Imagining what we could do if the others weren’t there? That’s my favorite part of this collab.”

You’re breathless. Before you can overthink it, you grab his shirt, pulling him into a kiss that feels both inevitable and electric. He responds instantly, his hands tangling in your hair.

“This is so against the rules,” you whisper when he finally pulls back, a devilish smirk on his lips.

He leans in, voice dropping to a delicious growl. “Then we’d better make it worth the risk.”

You didn't expect so much, but that's all it takes for you to jump down his throat. You've never used your vibrator as much as you have in the last 48 hours, since this guy came into your life. Your fantasy becomes reality: you're making out with Nakamoto Yuta on the stairs of your agency. He stops suddenly and puts his finger to his mouth to tell you to be quiet. He hears the last people leaving the floor by elevator. And lifts you up in one swift movement to carry you in his arms. 

"I'm flattered by such ardor, but I think a slight punishment is in order for the attitude I received yesterday and for no response to my message" his voice has become deeper and intimidating, bossy.

He sets you down on the studio chair and takes off your jacket. You look at him like a scared deer. God, you're so sexy with that innocent look, especially when he knows you're far from it. He senses your wild, depraved side. You're a sweet girl who can be the best slut if pushed. He'll know how to push you. He takes off your top and undoes his belt, "stretch your arms back." You obey and moan as he tightens the leather around your wrists. He moves back to the front and licks your bottom lip, the warmth of his breath driving you crazy. "Does it hurt?" you shake your head to say you're ok. He finally kisses your mouth, then your jaw and finally your neck. "You realize this is my workplace" he raises his head as if annoyed by your words "it could have been my bed or yours, but for that you'd have to answer me of course. And please call me master for the rest of this time".

You close your eyes, the mere sound of his voice in your ears driving you crazy, but the end of that sentence sends a wave of shivers through your body. You clench around nothing. He watches your thighs close in search of friction. He smiles and moves down from your neck to your chest, pulling down your bra and gently licking your nipple, nibbling it and moving on to the next, massaging and licking it relentlessly, you try to remain discreet for fear of being overheard by someone in the corridor. A little moan comes from between your teeth as you feel his teeth against your nipple again. He continues his descent down your belly, following the trace of your navel. He unbuttons your jeans and discovers a tattoo on your hip. He looks at you astonished, "I never thought I'd discover so many treasures hidden here, you're full of surprises." You feel like a pampered goddess. He yanks off your jeans and caresses the edges of your panties, "may I?" You lean your head back, "please master". "hmm my good girl really understood quicly" he buries his head between your thighs and covers them with burning kisses.

He grabs the top of your panties and pulls to create pressure on your clitoris. He licks your core through the textile. You moan, needing more, wanting more. You've never felt such need, such desire for someone. He runs a finger over you to gently caress your folds, you feel you could explode. Then he suddenly stands up and kisses you. He in turn removes his top and jeans, without taking his eyes off you. You watch him, biting your lip, as you finally see his spear appear. He moves closer to you and puts his hand around your throat, "Do you want me?" "More than anything, Master" you answer in the most confident tone of your life. He grasps a part of your shadow, a darkness you could only show in the most secret, intimate setting. "Prove it to me" you don't lose contact with his gaze and you grasp his cock with your mouth with your arms still attached. You'd never been so nimble with just your mouth. But your desire was too strong. Your lips meet his tip and you see him close his eyes in pleasure. He feels himself going to heaven, how can you be so good just with your mouth. You deepen your thrust and achieve a deep throat that wrings a grunt of pleasure from him. You're still watching him, your eyes filling with tears from the lack of air and the sensation of his glans touching the back of your throat. But you don't let go, you wait after him, a sign, you can push your limits for him. "You can release, thank you sweetie" you gently pull up his long cock and finish with a kiss on his tip. "Anything you say master." He tilts his head to the side "how can you be so perfect, I think you're going to drive me completely insane." you smile proudly at his words. He's got you in the palm of his hand, but the feeling seems to be mutual and fills you with satisfaction.  

He lifts you up and slips his fingers between your legs, "my turn to satisfy you, I think."

You close your eyes and let him begin his dance. He gently caresses your inner thighs and slowly works his way up to your intimacy. He brushes against it and plays his fingertips over your folds, as if you were a piano keyboard whose keys must be touched with care. You moan with pleasure, this moment seems endless and the most exciting of your life. You don't think at all about the fact that you're naked in your workplace, tied up by a collaborating artist who's also naked, trying to get you into paradise. What a scandal if someone were to open that door right behind you. Whatever the moment, it was worth all the punishment it might bring.

Yuta never exerts any pressure; all you feel is a light caress, like a breeze on her intimacy, your clitoris particularly stimulated. You've never been caressed like this, either by a sexual partner or by yourself. It's an astonishing discovery; you didn't think that delicate friction could be more exciting than pressure or vibration. His ring finger passes over your now-soaked clitoris one last time. Then, with his two fingers, he pinches you, creating a friction. He watches you moan with pleasure and lose yourself in his neck. He grabs the tip of your chin with his free hand and looks into your eyes, searching for your climax. His gaze finishes you off, you feel the pleasure rise and rise inside you. He glances down and sees your thighs trembling, he knows "go on beauty, I can't wait to feel you dripping onto my fingers." That's all you needed, the wave of pleasure you've been waiting for all day finally sweeps through your body and lasts surprisingly longer than usual, lingering, exploding your heartbeat and leaving you breathless and powerless. Your legs wobble, Yuta catches you and lifts you into his arms.

"To much for you babygirl?". He unbuckles his belt to free your arms. Your head rests on his shoulder, you're already exhausted, this man is literally sucking the life out of you, and god, it's delicious. You need a moment to catch your breath and your spirits, during which time Yuta holds you in his arms in a rather comforting way. 

You finally lift your head and feel more determined than ever to exhaust your body with this man. He sees that animal gleam in your eyes, he knows what it means, you two aren't done yet. 

"Okay young lady, but if we're going for it I'm not here for joking, okay with you?"

"Same here, that's a deal."

You seem so full of confidence and self control, this attitude works like an aphrodisiac on him. 

You sit up astride him "I'm ready to ride my bull, master".

He plunges his eyes into yours and feels your ass before giving it a firm, dry spank. You let out a little cry of surprise, he starts again after another caress. "Be careful my angel, I'm in a turbulent mood."  You slide up and down his member. And finally after tilt your entrance, he inserts his tip into your hole. He stays there for a while, holding your hips up with no hands. He puts you to the test, you can't hold on any longer and sink completely onto him. He gives you a scolding look, as if to say you should have let him. He pushes into you a few times in a gentle way and then withdraws. He carries you to your feet, and you look up at him, questioning and desperate. He grabs your hair and turns you over. "I told you I was feeling wild. You should have let me.”

He pulls on your hair to arch you, your ass is now well exposed in front of his cock, he approaches your ear and whispers "safeword is butterfly, never hesitate to use it baby girl." You're really in a cheeky mood and reply in a provocative tone, "make me, push my bounds Nakamoto." He sneers and straightens up, still holding your hair in a firm grip. He grabs his belt lying on his side and caresses each of your buttocks with the leather. He raises his hand and lightly whips you a first time, you grit your teeth at the sensation, a pleasant pain. "I'm going to increase the force a little each time, I'll stop when you let me hear a moan of pleasure." You loosen your teeth to give him a "yes master". He starts caressing your ass again with the tip of his leather and whips you again, you love the sensation but the intensity isn't strong enough for you yet. You arch your back a little more, as if to ask for more. He smiles, you're about to become his favorite distraction. He repeats his gesture 5 times and then you finally let out a cry of pleasure. He's found it, the perfect intensity, the one that pinches but sends a wave of pleasure through you. He releases your hair and leans down to kiss each of your now red buttocks. "Good girl. Now let me enter again." He hasn't even finished his sentence when you feel him at the entrance of your pussy and he pushes in with a sharp thrust. "You seemed to be in a hurry earlier, I wouldn't keep you waiting any longer," each of his loins thrusts sends you into nirvana. He pushes faster and faster, harder and harder. And you feel your brain liquefy, he's taken total control over you, your body and above all your pleasure. You feel like a doll in his hands, he could make you do anything. Isn't that a bit the case already?

Each thrust of his hips gives you the feeling that he's going deeper and deeper inside you. This moment seems timeless. You've lost all track anyway. He stops to turn you over. You're not sure yourself, but you nod in agreement. "Good, I want to see you when you chase your next orgasm." he sits back in the chair you were in before and taps his thighs. "Come on, show me how you can bounce this hot booty on me.”

You don't know how you'll manage to stand on him with your legs barely supporting you, but you're dying to. You reach over and straddle him, put your arms around his neck and kiss him passionately. He responds with equal enthusiasm. You align yourself with him and feel him enter again. He fits you so well, as if you'd been a jewel box made for him. You hop up and down on him, causing your chest to bounce, Yuta can't take his eyes off it. "Your the sexiest collaborator I've ever had." You smile at his words, him telling you he thinks you're sexy makes you want to pick up the pace. And you do, you almost twerk on his lap, he'd dream of having a mirror on the opposite wall to see your ass bouncing with every move. You see in his eyes that there's a lot going on in his head and you'd like to know what he's thinking, what fantasies he's indulging in, what he'd dream of doing to you. You slow down, exhausted, your body starting to fail. He grabs your ass in his firm, veiny hands. "Don't worry love, I handle it" he winks at you. "You've been so good, you deserve some rest." 

What you take away from this moment when you've completely lost your mind is that you've never been fucked so hard and so well. You almost feel as if your soul has left your body, you blackout. You feel his hand grab your chin and lean in to kiss you. The touch of his lips, his breath on your skin, that's all you need, you feel a wave run through you again. And then you explode, calling out his name repeatedly, earning him a devastating smile. He feels your body vibrate against him and become fragile. He slows down his thrusts because he sees you can't take it anymore. You stay in his arms until you come to your senses, feeling his heartbeat. When you feel your mind is a little clearer, you straighten up and kneel before him. "My master hasn't finished yet, I must please you."

"How lovely from you" he caresses your cheek with his thumb. 

You catch yourself ardently at the task and suck Yuta as if he were a delicious ice cream melting in the sun. He places a hand on your head to accompany your rhythm, you increase the frequency. He moans softly, you send him to heaven with your tongue, which you wrap around his stick "How do you do that?" You look at him with innocent eyes, which makes him grunt. He presses down on your head so the tip of his cock touches the back of your throat. He holds you like this for a moment, and you feel his cock pulsing in your mouth "I'm coming angel, I need to know where do u want it?" he releases his grip on your head. You straighten it a little but keep Yuta in your mouth and look at him as if to give him permission. He ejaculates in a second, letting out a big sigh of pleasure. When he's done, you release his cock and hold his gaze as you swallow hard.

He grabs your face gently, pulling you into a long, deep kiss. Slowly, he lowers you onto your clothes scattered across the floor. For a while, you just lie there, kissing and cuddling like you’ve got all the time in the world.

“We should probably get dressed,” he murmurs against your skin, his lips brushing your temple. “Before someone walks in and things get... awkward.”

You laugh softly, nodding. He kisses your forehead one more time before standing up and helping you gather your things.

In the elevator, it’s quiet. Neither of you says a word, but the way he looks at you says everything. The moment breaks when the doors open, and his manager steps in.

“Still here, Yuta? Thought you wanted to explore something new in the city.”

“Oh, I already did,” Yuta says with a smirk, not even glancing at his manager. His eyes stay locked on yours as he adds, “And I think I’m obsessed.”

Your face heats up instantly, but you can’t help the grin spreading across your lips.

The next few days fly by. Yuta doesn’t even leave your apartment, and honestly? You’re not complaining. You start and end every day together, falling into an easy rhythm that feels way too natural for how quickly everything’s happened.

But then reality kicks in—he has to go back to Korea. You both knew this was temporary, but that doesn’t make it any easier when the day finally comes. You spend his last morning together at work, trying to ignore the ache building in your chest.

In the afternoon, you walk with him to the rooftop for one last cigarette before he heads to the airport. The sunlight catches his face just right, and you can’t stop staring, trying to memorize everything about him. He catches you looking and raises an eyebrow.

“Do you believe in love at first sight?” you blurt out, surprising even yourself.

He smiles, leaning against the railing. ���I believe sometimes something clicks between two people, and there’s no point in trying to explain it.” He pauses, tilting his head like he’s debating whether to keep going. “And yeah, I think that’s what happened. Right there in the men’s room a few days ago.”

You laugh, the memory of that ridiculous first meeting making your chest feel a little lighter. It’s the exact answer you didn’t know you needed.

When it’s finally time to say goodbye, you pull him into a tight hug. You thank each other—for the work, for the week, for everything. And because he’s Yuta, he just has to leave you with a tease.

“Don’t let another Japanese guy charm you like this, okay? I’d be jealous.”

You snort. “I’ll try my best. Promise. See ya, Yuta.”

He winks as he heads toward the stairs. “Till next time.”

The second he’s gone, the emptiness hits. He took up so much space in your life this past week, and now everything feels a little too quiet. When you wake up the next morning, it’s like the whole thing was a dream. But then your phone buzzes, and you see his name.

“Made it home. I already miss you, not gonna lie. But guess who’s coming back for fashion week 😉? Hope you’ve got some time for your Japanese guy.”

You can’t type back fast enough: “I’ll clear my whole schedule for you. Can’t wait to see you. And yeah... I miss you too.”

His reply comes almost immediately: “Wait for me, babe. I’ll be back soon.”

Just like that, your day’s already a million times better. And now, all you can do is count the days until he’s back.

-

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I DID IT AGAIN. JUST MADE ANOTHER LEON BOT AT CHARACTER AI.

Rockstar! Leon x Manager! {{user}}

Description: You've been the manager of the SINFUL band group for about 4 years now. You were never the closest to the band members and would only isolate yourself away from them. You find the members of the SINFUL group intimidating despite being their manager for too long. But Carlos and Luis seem to be fond of you even though you weren't much around, but Leon on the other hand doesn't seem to find you that interesting like the other members.

Band members and roles:

Leon Kennedy – lead vocalist, rhythm guitar, programming

Luis Sera – bass guitar, lead vocals, programming

Carlos Oliveria – production, lead guitar, tenor saxophone, backing vocals, programming

Song genres :

Alternative R&B pop, rock synthpop new, wave alternative, pop alternative hip hop

(Songs/band are most likely inspired by: Chase Atlantic and The weeknd)

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