#lisa promises it was all we could do

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goodbye to the softest sweetest bundle of purrs a gal could ask for

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Surprise, Surprise!

Lalisa Manoban ( Lisa )

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Y/N tugged firmly on the leash, forcing Lisa to craw at a brisk pace to keep up with his stride. The tight collar around her neck made it difficult for her to breathe, but the discomfort only seemed to heighten her excitement.

Lisa’s heart raced as she followed Y/N, blind and helpless, her body trembling with anticipation. The prospect of whatever twisted surprise he had in store for her filled her with a delirious sense of dread and desire.

With each step, the collar dug into her skin, the pressure building until she thought she might pass out. Yet through the haze of her own need, Lisa reveled in the sensations, her pussy dripping with arousal at her complete and utter submission to Y/N’s will.

As Y/N opened the door, he announced in a booming voice,

“The highest breed of bitch, the one and only piece in the whole world – LALISA MANOBAN – is here for service!”

Lisa’ s heart raced, the words sending a shiver of excitement down her spine. Blind and helpless, she crawled into the room, the tight collar around her neck making each breath a struggle.

As she entered, Lisa could sense the presence of others in the room. The thought of being on display, of being used and shared, only heightened he arousal.

With trembling anticipation, Lisa waited to discover what delights Y/N and his guests had in store for her. She knew her role was to serve, to be their obedient pet, and she was more than ready to fulfill her purpose.

Y/N pulled Lisa into his lap, and she let out a noticeable moan as she felt his bulge through his shorts. He left tender kisses along her back as he whispered into her ear.

“Your colleagues who were in the meeting yesterday somehow managed to find out that I was the one behind your shameless act. They asked me to arrange a night with you and your body, as they were too captivated by your slut side.”

Lisa’s heart raced, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her. The thought of being shared, of being used by multiple men, sent a thrill down her spine. She knew she should be appalled, but the ache between her thighs betrayed her true desires.

Trembling, she pressed herself back against Y/N, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“Then what are we waiting for, daddy? I’m ready to serve them all, to be their obedient little whore.”

She ground her hips against his lap, desperate for any friction to ease the throbbing of her needy pussy.

Y/N’s grip tightened, and Lisa knew there was no turning back. She was his to command, his to share with whomever he pleased. The prospect filled her with a twisted sense of anticipation, her body alive with the promise of depraved delights to come.

Lisa waited with bated breath for Y/N’s reply, but he remained silent, instead leaving a few more tender licks and kisses along her back. Growing more desperate, she spoke up louder, her voice dripping with lust so that everyone could hear.

“Please, daddy, don’t keep me waiting any longer. I need to serve your guests, to be their obedient little slut. Let me show them how much of a shameless whore I can be.”

Her hips ground against Y/N’s lap, the friction barely enough to satisfy the throbbing ache between her thighs. Lisa was consumed by her lust, her entire being focused on pleasing the men who awaited her.

“Use me, all of you. I’ll do anything you desire, no matter how depraved. Just me feel your cocks, stretching and filling up. I need to be debased and defiled until I’m nothing but a trembling, desperate mess.”

Lisa’s words dripped with desperation, her tone laced with a wicked excitement. She was ready to surrender herself completely, to become the plaything of Y/N and his guests, no matter the cost.

Lisa’s eyes went wide with a mix of fear and exhilaration as Y/N yanked her collar roughly, pulling her close.

“Oh daddy, I’ll handle it so well,”

She purred, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“Please, let me prove how much of a shameless slut I can be.”

Trembling with anticipation, she knew her role was to serve, to be their obedient plaything, and she was more than ready to fulfill her purpose.

As Y/N tightened his grip on her collar, Lisa felt a thrill of submission coursing through her. She was powerless to resist, her mind and body surrendered to his twisted desires. With a soft moan, she pressed herself against him, silently begging to be used and defiled.

As the blindfold was removed, Lisa’s eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the seven colleagues gathered before her. To her shock, even the director of her new song was among them. However, her initial surprise quickly morphed into a look of pure, unbridled lust.

Seizing the moment, Lisa began to shamelessly seduce the men with her sultry expression and dirty talk. She ground her hips against Y/N’s clothed cock, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him.

“Look at all of you, so captivated by my shameless side,”

She purred, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“Well, now you get to see just how much of a desperate slut I can be.”

Licking her lips, Lisa gazed hungrily at the men, her eyes filled with a wicked excitement.

“Who wants to be the first to use my needy little holes? I’ll make sure each and every one of you gets to have your fill.”

As she spoke, Lisa continued to bounce on Y/N’s lap, her movements becoming more frantic and desperate with each passing moment. The prospect of being shared and defiled by multiple men had her pussy throbbing with need, her juices soaking through the thin fabric of Y/N’s shorts.

Y/N’s voice boomed with authority as he addressed the gathered men.

“Gentlemen, feel free to use any of her holes. She’s been trained to take it all. But remember, no cumming inside her pussy or ass.”

He paused, a cruel smirk spreading across his face.\

“Now, who wants to see how deep this little whore’s throat goes? Place your bets, gentlemen.”

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with a wicked excitement as she gazed hungrily at the men. Without hesitation, she slid off Y/N’s lap and sank to her knees, her hands reaching out to undo the flies of the nearest man.

“Who’s first??”

She purred, her voice dripping with lust.

“I’m ready to service each and every one of you, however you desire.”

As the men surged forward, eager to claim their prize, Lisa steeled herself, prepared to demonstrate the full extent of her shameless depravity. This was her chance to prove her worth, to show that she was nothing more than a desperate, obedient slut, ready to be used and defiled to the fullest.

As the colleague spoke, that ‘he is so happy seeing Lisa all naked since he saw Lisa shamelessly cum in the meeting moaning Y/N’s name’ Lisa felt a thrill of excitement course through her. She remembered the shameless display in the meeting, how she had shamelessly moaned Y/N’s name as she came, unable to control her wanton desires.

Licking her lips, Lisa gazed up at the man, her eyes filled with a wicked gleam.

“Oh, you saw that, did you? I’m so glad my little display captivated you.’

She reached out, her fingers trailing teasingly along the outline of his straining erection.

Without further hesitation, Lisa tugged down the man’s zipper, freeing his throbbing cock. Leaning in, she flickered her tongue across the tip, savoring the salty pre-cum that beaded there.

“Mmmm, you taste delicious. Now let’s see how much of this I can fit down my throat.”

Gazing up at him with hooded eyes, Lisa parted her lips and slowly engulfed his length, her throat relaxing to accommodate him. She began to bob her head, her tongue swirling and caressing as she worked to please him.

Lisa paused her ministrations, removing the colleague’s cock from her mouth. With a desperate whine, she crawled back to Y/N, tugging on the leash that bound her collar.

“Daddy, please! I need to cum for him. I need to show him how much of a crazy, broken bitch in heat I can be.”

Gazing up at Y/N with pleading eyes.

“Please daddy, let me oblige his demand. I’ll cum so hard, I’ll be nothing but a trembling, wanton mess. Just let me prove how much of a shameless slut I am.”

The ache between her thighs was unbearable, and Lisa knew only Y/N’s touch could provide the relief she craved. She waited with bated breath, her body alive with anticipation, ready to shatter under the weight of her own desperate lust.

Y/N gently spoke to Lisa,

“You can cum, pet,”

However, despite her desperate attempts, Lisa found herself unable to climax. The colleagues looked on in confusion, wondering why the shameless slut before them couldn’t seem to find her release. Sensing their bewilderment, Lisa spoke up, her voice laced with need.

“It’s because daddy has so much control over me. Until he touches my pussy, I won’t be able to cum, no matter how much I try.”

She gazed up at Y/N, her eyes pleading.

“Please daddy, I need you. I need to feel your hand on me, to let me shatter under the weight of my own lust. Only then can I give these men the show they desire.”

Lisa’s body trembled with unfulfilled desire, her pussy throbbing with need. She waited with bated breath, ready to surrender herself, knowing that only then would she be able to provide the depraved display the colleagues craved.

Y/N laughed in cruel triumph as the colleagues questioned whether Lisa’s claim was true. Before he could reply, Lisa spoke up, a hint of frustration in her voice.

“Can’t you see I’m not able to cum, no matter how much I try? It’s the truth – I can’t orgasm without daddy touching my pussy.”

She gazed at the men, her eyes filled with a desperate need.

Shifting on her knees, Lisa pressed her thighs together, trying in vain to find some relief for the ache between them.

“Please, just let him touch me. I need to cum so badly, to shatter under the weight of my own lust. I’ll be such a good, shameless slut for all of you, I promise.”

Her words dripped with wanton need, and she could feel her juices soaking the insides of her thighs. Lisa was consumed by her desire, ready to do whatever it took to earn Y/N’s touch and provide the depraved display the colleagues craved.

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with wicked excitement at Y/N’s words. Without hesitation, she turned her attention to the gathered men, her tongue darting out to teasingly lick her lips.

“As you wish, daddy. I’ll lick every man in this room clean.”

Her voice dripped with sultry promise as she crawled towards the first man, gazing up at him hungrily.

“Who’s first? I’m going to make sure every single one of you is squeaky clean.”

Reaching up, Lisa grasped the man’s shaft, guiding it towards her waiting mouth. Flicking her tongue across the tip, she moaned softly, savoring his taste. Slowly, she began to lower her head, taking him deeper into her throat with each bob of her head.

The other men watched in rapt attention, their own arousals growing as they anticipated their turn. Lisa moved from one to the next, lavishing each cock with her talented mouth, her eyes shining with a depraved delight.

When she had attended to them all, Lisa crawled back to Y/N, her lips glistening with their combined fluids.

“There, daddy. They’re all nice and clean, just like you wanted.”

She gazed up at him, silently pleading for the touch she craved.

Suddenly the colleagues erupted in outrage, accusing Lisa of being a lying bitch who didn’t want to cum.

“Why don’t we test your claim gentlemen?”

Y/N stood up from the couch, his voice booming with authority.

“Gentlemen, get creative - see if you can make her cum without me.”

Lisa’s eyes widened in a mix of fear and excitement as the men surged forward, determined to prove her wrong. She knew she had no choice but to submit, to allow them to do as they pleased.

Trembling, she lowered herself to the floor, spreading her legs in wanton invitation.

“Pleases, do your worst.”

She purred, her voice dripping with sultry need.

“I’ll prove to you all how much of a shameless slut I am.”

As the men began to touch and caress her body, Lisa let out a series of desperate moans, her hips bucking in a futile attempt to find the release she craved. But no matter how they tried, she remained frustratingly unfulfilled, her body betraying her dependence on Y/N’s touch. Finally, exhausted and humiliated, Lisa turned to Y/N, her eyes pleading.

“Daddy, please… I need you. Only you can make me cum like the broken bitch I am.”

One of the men, yanked Lisa between them, yelling in her face.

“Y/N gave us the authority, so you better not go crawling back to him. As of now, we hold all the power over you.”

Lisa’s eyes went wide with a mix of fear and excitement. She knew she had no choice but to submit to their demands. Trembling, she nodded meekly.

“Y-yes, sirs. I’m yours to use as you please.”

The men erupted in triumphant cheers, already reaching out to touch and grope her body. Lisa steeled herself, determined to prove her worth as a shameless, obedient slut. No matter what they had in store for her, she would endure it, desperate to earn the release she craved.

As their hands roamed her curves, Lisa let out a series of wanton moans, her hips bucking in a futile attempt to find friction. She was at their mercy now, ready to be debased and defiled in whatever way they saw fit.

As the two men began to finger Lisa together, she let out an amazed moan, her back arching in pleasure. The sensation of their four fingers stretching and filling her tight pussy was almost too much to bear.

“Oh, fuck!”

She cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“You feel so good inside me. Don’t stop, please!”

Lisa ground her hips against their hands, desperate for more. The men watched in awe as her pussy clenched and fluttered around their probing digits, her juices coating their fingers.

“Damn, she’s so tight!”

One of them exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with lust.

“I can’t wait to see what else this little slut can take.”

Encouraged by their reactions. Lisa continued to moan and whimper, putting on a shameless display of her depraved need. She was determined to prove her worth, to show them just how much of a desperate, obedient whore she could be.

As the other men began groping Lisa’s breasts and torturing her sensitive nipples, she let out a series of agonized yet pleasurable cries. The pain-pleasure sensations were almost too much for her to bear, but she reveled in the depraved attention.

“Yes, yes! Hurt me more!”

She begged, her voice hoarse with desperation

“I can take it, I promise. I’m your shameless little slut!”

Lisa’s body trembled with a mix of fear and ecstasy as the men continued their merciless assault on her most sensitive areas. She arched her back, pressing her chest further into their grasping hands, silently pleading for more.

The men seemed to take great delight in her reactions, pinching and twisting her nipples until she was reduced to a whimpering, quivering mess. Yet through it all, Lisa’s eyes shone with a wicked excitement, her mind consumed by the prospect of being used and debased.

Lisa’s eyes widened in a mix of fear and anticipation as the men began discussing the use of a TENS unit. She knew she was in for an intense experience, but the prospect of being electrified only fueled her growing arousal.

“Yes, please!”

She cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“I can take it, I promise. Shock me, hurt me, do whatever you want.”

As the tens unit was brought forth, Lisa braced herself, her body trembling with a mix of trepidation and excitement. She knew the sensations would be overwhelming, but she was determined to prove her worth, to show them just how much she could endure.

The first jolt of electricity sent a searing wave of pleasure-pain through her body, and Lisa let out a guttural moan, her back arching in response. She craved more, her mind consumed by the prospects of being completely at their mercy.

“Yes, yes, moreee!”

She begged, her eyes wild with lust.

“Make me scream, make me beg.”

The colleagues took turns assaulting Lisa with the tens unit, delivering jolt after jolt of searing electricity. Despite their efforts, Lisa’s moans were not for them, but for Y/N. She writhed and whimpered, her body alive with sensation, but her mind was consumed by thoughts of her true master.

“Daddy!”

She cried out, her voice hoarse from screaming.

“Please, I need you! Only you can make me feel this way.”

The men continued their relentless assault, but Lisa refused to give them the satisfaction. Her orgasm remained stubbornly out of reach without Y/N’s touch, her dependence on Y/N’s touch absolute. She was his, and his alone, no matter how hard they tried to break her.

The colleagues, growing increasingly frustrated by Lisa’s refusal to moan their names, unleashed a relentless barrage of electric shocks across her entire body. The jolts of electricity assaulted every inch of her, causing her to convulse and writhe in agony.

Yet even as she screamed in pain, Lisa’s mind remained steadfast. Through the haze of torment, she defiantly moaned out Y/N’s name, her loyalty to her true master unwavering.

The colleagues, enraged by Lisa’s continued defiance, began targeting her most sensitive areas with the relentless electric shocks. The jolts of electricity assaulted her tender flesh, causing her to erupt in agonized screams.

“Stop, please!”

Lisa begged, her voice hoarse and ragged from her cries.

“I can’t take it anymore! Please, make it stop!”

But the men refused to listen, jeering at her pleas.

“What’s that? We can’t hear you over the sound of you being a filthy slut!”

Lisa’s body convulsed and trembled, the shocks overwhelming her senses. Tears streamed down her face as she continued to beg for mercy.

Trapped in a haze of pain and pleasure, she had to hold out, to prove her worth to Y/N’s shameless, obedient whore.

The men continued to mercilessly shock Lisa, yelling at her to scream louder if she wanted them to stop. Summoning every ounce of her strength, Lisa let out a desperate, agonized scream.

“Please, stop! I can’t take it anymore! I’ll do anything, just make it stop!”

Her voice was raw and ragged, laced with pure terror.

The colleagues paused, realizing they had pushed the sweet, innocent Lisa too far. They didn’t want to truly hurt their precious baby girl. Reluctantly, they relented, the shocks finally ceasing.

Lisa collapsed, her body trembling as she gasped for breath. Tears streamed down her face.

Y/N approached Lisa, gently placing his hand on her face.

“You’re still not allowed to cum, pet. But the gentlemen have paid me a lot of money, so they get to have their fun with you for now.”

He stepped back, settling onto the couch to watch.

Lisa’s eyes lit up with excitement at Y/N’s words.

“Oh, daddy, thank you! I’m so grateful you’re letting them play with me.”

She turned to the colleagues, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“Please, use me however you want. I’m your shameless little slut, ready to serve you all.”

Eagerly, Lisa presented herself to the men, her body trembling with anticipation. She knew her release would have to wait, but the prospect of being their plaything only fueled her growing arousal. With Y/N’s approval, she was free to indulge her deepest, most depraved desires.

The men began touching and feeling Lisa’s curves once more, their hands roaming her body with a newfound gentleness. They murmured apologies for their previous merciless actions, admitting that hearing her desperate screams and pleas had only fueled their lust further.

“We couldn’t help ourselves, darling,”

One of them purred, his fingers tracing the lines of her figure.

“Your cries were just so delicious. But we promise to be more… considerate this time.”

Lisa shivered at their words, her body alive with anticipation. She knew she was at their mercy. Gazing up at the men through hooded eyes, Lisa let out a soft, sultry moan.

“Then please, don’t hold back. Use me however you want. I’m your shameless little slut, ready to serve you all.”

A few of the men continued playing with Lisa’s body, teasing her nipples and pussy, while others turned to Y/N, curious about his methods.

“What did you do to make Lisa like this?”

One of them asked.

“She was such a strong girl, how come she’s reduced to this level where she can’t even cum independently?”

Y/N smirked, basking in the attention.

“Oh, I have my ways of breaking even the strongest women. Lisa is my shameless, obedient slut now – she craves my touch, my control. Without me, she’s just a needy little thing.”

Lisa preened under Y/N’s words, her body trembling with wanton need.

“It’s true, sirs. I’m nothing without daddy.”

Y/N beamed with pride as he praised Lisa, his words filling her with a sense of accomplishment.

“That’s right, pet. Everything that’s happened to you, you deserve it. You’re worth every bit of it.”

Lisa’s face lit up with a bright, triumphant smile. She bounced excitedly, overjoyed at Y/N’s praising.

“Oh, daddy, thank you! I’m so happy.”

Filled with a renewed sense of purpose, Lisa turned to the men, her eyes shining with adoration.

She presented herself to them, her body trembling with anticipation. Lisa knew her release would have to wait, but the prospect of being their plaything only fueled her growing arousal.

Y/N pulled Lisa in for a passionate kiss, his lips claiming hers with fervent need. As they parted, he pushed her forward into the group of seven men who were waiting.

“She’s your now, gentlemen. Do whatever you please, but no fucking in the ass or pussy. Understood?”

Y/N’s gaze then settled on Lisa, his voice low and commanding.

“And you, my pet – seduce these men with your body, your looks, your dirty talk. Show them what a shameless whore you can be.”

In an instant, Lisa’s demeanor shifted. Gone was the meek, obedient girl, replaced by a confident, alluring siren. She sauntered up to the men, her hips swaying with practice grace. Licking her lips, she eyed them hungrily.

“Well, hello there, boys.”

She purred, her voice dripping with sultry promise.

“I’m Lisa, your new favorite slut. Why don’t you come and play with me??”

She reached out, her fingers trailing along one man’s chest as she batted her lashes coyly. Lisa was a proud, shameless whore, and she was ready to put on a show.

The men hungrily descended upon Lisa, their hands and mouths devouring her body. They groped and caresses her curves, their eyes alight with lust as they took in her shameless display.

Lisa reveled in their attention, arching and writhing under their touch. She ran her hands over their chests, her hips grinding against them as she let out sultry moans.

“That’s it, boys,”

She purred, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“Don’t hold back. Use me however you want. I’m your shameless little slut.”

The men not directly engaged with Lisa watches in awe, their minds racing to comprehend how Y/N had managed to transform her into such a wanton, obedient plaything. They could scarcely believe the confident, seductive woman before them was the same girl they had tortured earlier.

Lisa continued to put on a shameless display, reveling in the attention and affection of her new lovers.

The men quickly maneuvered Lisa, making her stand on her legs. In a swift move, one of the men got behind her and smoothly glided his cock between her thighs, starting to dry hump her. As Lisa realized what was happening, she turned her head back and kissed the man passionately. Breaking the kiss, Lisa looked at the man with a coy smile.

“Someone’s really eager, I see,”

She purred, tightening her thighs around his cock.

In front of her, another man yanked her head forward, kissing her roughly. Lisa moaned into the kiss, her body alive with sensations as the men used her.

The men dry humping Lisa from behind continued to lick and nuzzle her neck and backside, feeding her a constant stream of filthy compliments.

“You’re such a good little slut, taking us all like this,”

One man growled against her skin.

“Look at you, so eager for our attention.”

Lisa moaned softly, her focus divided between the man behind her and the ones in front, each vying for her affections. She turned her head, capturing the one man’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss, her tongue tangling with his.

“Mmm, you boys know just how to make a girl feel special.”

She purred, breaking the briefly before diving back in, her hips rolling to match the rhythm of the man grinding against her from behind.

The men dry humping Lisa from behind leaned in close, whispering filthy, degrading praises in her ear.

“That’s right, you dirty little slut. You’re not just any girl – you’re Lisa manoban, the famous BLACKPINK idol. And look at you now, getting used like the shameless whore you are.”

Lisa shuddered at their words, a thrill of humiliation and arousal coursing through her. To be so brazenly degraded, yet treated as something special, only fueled her wanton need.

“Yes, I’m your dirty little idol slut,”

She moaned, grinding her hips back against the man behind her.

“Use me however you want, I deserve it all.”

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with a mixture of pride and debasement. She was living out her most depraved fantasies, and the thought of being so thoroughly debased only made her crave their attention more.

One of the men kissing Lisa in the front suddenly slapped her, then immediately apologized.

“Hey, you should be giving your attention to us up here, not just the ones in the back,”

He said, his voice laced with a hint of possessiveness.

Y/N, seated on the couch, let out a small giggle, amused by the colleagues’ desperate craving for Lisa’s affection.

Lisa’s eyes widened slightly at the unexpected slap, but she quickly recovered, her expression shifting to one of coy submission.

“Of course, sir. Forgive me, I got a little distracted.”

She turned her focus back to the men in front of her, lavishing them with her undivided attention.

Leaning in, Lisa captured one man’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss, her tongue dancing with his. As she pulled away, she gazed up at him through hooded eyes.

“There, is that better? I’m all yours now.”

Lisa knew exactly how to keep all her admirers satisfied, seamlessly shifting her focus to ensure no one felt neglected. Y/N watched the scene unfold, a satisfied smirk on his face as his prized possession put on a captivating display.

Lisa turned her head back again and kissed the man using her thighs, pouring all her passion and love into the embrace. As they parted lips, she gazed up at him with innocent, pleading eyes.

“Please, sir, won’t you let one of the others have a turn?”

She asked softly

“I want to make you all feel so good.”

The man hesitated, clearly reluctant to relinquish his position. He gripped Lisa’s hips tighter, a possessive growl rumbling in his chest.

“No way, sweetheart. You’re mine for now.”

He resumed his relentless grinding, eliciting a shudder of pleasure from Lisa.

Undeterred, Lisa continued to lavish attention on the others, her skilled lips and nimble tongue ensuring no one felt neglected.

Lisa gazed up at the man using her thighs, her eyes shining with need.

“Please, sir, let the others have a turn too,”

She pleaded, her voice soft and imploring.

“I want to make you all feel so good. As many times as you want, I’ll be here for you.”

Placing her free hand on his cheek, Lisa offered him a reassuring smile.

“You don’t have to worry, I’m not going anywhere. Use my thighs as many times as you’d like – twice, thrice, unlimited. I’m yours to command.”

The man’s grip on her hips loosened slightly, his expression softening at Lisa’s words. Sensing an opportunity, Lisa turned her attention to the others, her lips curving into a coy smile.

“There, now everyone can have a turn. Isn’t that better?”

The men switched places, and the one who had been using Lisa’s thighs came forward, pulling her into a deep, searing kiss. Lisa responded with equal passion, pouring all of her love into the embrace as she placed her hands on the sides of his head. Behind her, a new man began dry humping her, using her thighs to pleasure himself.

Lisa moaned into the kiss, her body alive with sensations as the men took their turns using her. She was completely immersed in serving her admirers, determined to prove her worth as their shameless, obedient slut. Lisa knew no bounds when it came to satisfying their every desire.

The new man using Lisa’s thighs leaned in, whispering filthy comments in her ear.

“Look at that, you little slut. Your pussy’s just dripping, making it so easy for me to grind against you.”

He let out a low, guttural moan as he felt the slick warmth of her thighs. Lisa shuddered at his words, a thrill of humiliation and arousal coursing through her.

As the men continued their relentless grinding against Lisa’s thighs, one of them seized the opportunity, seeing her mouth was free from the kiss.

“Hey there, you dirty little slut,”

He growled, leaning in close.

“Tell me, how many cocks do you think you can take at once, huh? Bet you’d love to find out.”

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with wanton delight at the man’s vulgar question. She licked her lips, slowly. She arched her back, pressing her body flush against the man behind her, silently begging for more of their attention and degradation.

The men in the front started to drool and spit onto Lisa’s face, coating her features in a glistening sheen. Lisa giggled delightedly at their handiwork, clearly reveling in their degrading attention.

She reached up, tenderly caressing one of the men’s face.

“Oh, you boys are making me look so pretty.”

She purred, her voice dripping with adoration.

“I love how you’re making me as your own.”

Lisa’s eyes sparkled with genuine joy and contentment. She was in her element, serving as the shameless plaything of these men who craved her body and attention. Every drop of saliva, every debasing act, only fueled her growing arousal and sense of purpose.

Turning her head slightly, Lisa gazed up at the man behind her, grinding against his thick cock.

“Don’t worry, darling, there’s plenty of me to go around. I’m your obedient little slut, after all.”

Lisa was determined to prove her worth, to show these men that she was deserving of their every twisted desire. In her mind, there was no act too depraved, no humiliation too great. She was theirs to command, body and soul.

As a new man slid his cock between Lisa’s thighs, roughly grinding against her, Lisa was momentarily caught off guard. However, her expression quickly shifted to one of wanton lust.

“You boys aren’t really gentlemen at all, are you?”

She purred, her voice teasing and dripping with seduction.

Before she could finish her sentence, Lisa smashed her lips the new men’s, kissing him with unbridled passion. Her body arched back, pressing against his as she lost herself in the sensation of being used.

Lisa was a shameless, obedient slut, and she reveled in the attention and degradation of these men. She craved their twisted affections, determined to prove her worth as their plaything.

One of the men chuckled darkly, eyeing Lisa with predatory hunger.

“Hey boys, who wants to see how many fingers this slut can take?”

Without warning for a response, he pushed his first finger into Lisa’s waiting mouth. She hungrily sucked on it, her tongue swirling around the digit. The other men cheered, encouraging him to add more. Slowly, he pushed in second finger, then a third, until finally his entire hand was buried in Lisa’s mouth. She moaned around the intrusion, her eyes gleaming with wanton delight as tightened her thighs, providing delicious friction for the men ramming against her.

Lisa eagerly sucked on the man’s fingers, her tongue swirling around the digits as if they were a cock. The other men cheered in appreciation, applauding her shameless display.

“That’s it, you dirty slut! You’ve finally proven your worth to us,”

One of them growled, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.

“We’re so fucking happy to have you as our obedient little plaything.”

Lisa moaned around the fingers in her mouth, her body thrumming with a mixture of humiliation and arousal. The men continued to shower her with praise and vulgar compliments.

As the men continued their relentless grinding against Lisa’s thighs, suddenly they felt a warm, gushing flow of liquid. Realizing that Lisa was squirting, one of the men let out a dark chuckle.

“Well, well, look at that, you dirty little slut. Can’t even control your own body, can you?”

He growled, his grip on her hips tightening.

“Squirting all over us like the shameless whore you are.”

Lisa’s face flushed with a mixture of humiliation and arousal at his words. She knew she should be ashamed, but the degradation only fueled her wanton need.

“I-I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it,”

She whimpered, her voice laced with a hint of pride.

“You all just feel so good, I just can’t hold back.”

The men jeered and taunted her, reveling in her debasement. But Lisa welcomed their cruelty, her body alive with sensation as she surrendered completely to their twisted desires.

Lisa ground her hips against the man behind her, his cock sliding between her slick thighs. Turning her head, she captured his lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue tangling with his.

The men surged forward, pushing Lisa down onto her knees as they formed a tight circle around her. She found herself surrounded by their throbbing cocks, her eyes widening with a mixture of trepidation and wanton desire.

One of them purred, caressing her cheek.

“We’re your bestfriends, not just your colleagues. And now you’re going to service all of us, like the good little slut you are.”

Lisa’s tongue darted out, wetting her lips as she gazed up at the men hungrily. Without hesitation, Lisa began lavishing attention on the cocks before her, her skilled mouth and nimble tongue working in tandem to pleasure each of them.

The men pulled out their phones, eagerly recording the debasing scene as they began speaking aloud cuckhold captions for Lisa’s boyfriend.

“Look at this slut, getting passed around by all of us,”

One man sneered.

“Her poor boyfriend has no idea what a whore she is.”

Lisa felt a twinge of guilt at the mention of Eli, but the overwhelming desire to pleases these men quickly drowned it out. She gazed up at them with wide, submissive eyes, her tongue darting out to tease the nearest cock.

The men hovered their throbbing cocks over Lisa’s waiting mouth, speaking in unison.

“Her boyfriend is going to be so ashamed when he sees this, he’s so unlucky to have her as girlfriend.”

A few of the men yanked Lisa up and positioned her into a doggy-style pose on the bed. They exchanged a quick hand gesture, silently announcing that they would now take turns fucking her thighs in this new position.

One of the men, a sweet-faced colleague, stepped forward and slid his cock between Lisa’s slick thighs. He looked down at her, his voice soft and almost pleading.

“Lisa, may I please fuck your thighs?”

He asked tenderly.

Lisa gazed back at him, her eyes shining with wanton need.

“Of course, darling,”

She purred, arching her back to press her thighs against his shaft.

“Use me however you want, I’m yours to command.”

With that, the man began thrusting, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm as he savored the sensation of Lisa’s warm, yielding flesh. The other men watched hungrily, already eagerly anticipating their own turns to claim her.

The men took Lisa’s earlier claim to heart, and one by one, they approached her bent-over form. The first in line stood before her, rubbing his throbbing cock all over her face – across her eyelids, nose, forehead, cheeks, and chin, but deliberately avoiding her lips.

Lisa’s breath caught in her throat as she felt the hot, rigid flesh gliding over her skin. A shiver of anticipation ran through her, and she fought the urge to part her lips, desperate to taste him. But she remained obedient, allowing the man to use her face as he pleased.

“That’s it, you dirty slut,”

He growled, his voice dripping with cruel satisfaction.

“Take it all in. Let us mark you as our own.”

Lisa whimpered softly, her body trembling with arousal.

As the first men stepped aside, a new eager admirer approached Lisa. One by one, they stepped forward, rubbing their throbbing cocks across her face, marking her as their own. Through the haze of her arousal, Lisa gazed up at them, her expression open and vulnerable.

“It feels soo good,”

She murmured, her voice soft and sincere.

“I love being used by all of you.”

Despite the degradation, Lisa felt a genuine sense of contentment. Every touch, every act of defilement, only fueled her growing arousal and sense of purpose.

As the other men came forward gropping and fondling Lisa’s breasts, she kept her attention focused solely on the sweet-faced colleague behind her. With a coy smile, she gazed up at him, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Darling, are you having fun?”

She purred, her eyes sparkling with wanton desire.

“I want to make sure you’re enjoying yourself just as much as I am.”

Lisa arched her back. Despite the other men’s attentions, her sole focus was on pleasing the one who was fucking her thighs.

The sweet-faced colleague hesitated for a moment, his hands roaming gently over Lisa’s hips. A hint of shY/Ness crept into his voice as he spoke.

“Lisa, if it were possible, I would make you my girlfriend and have you all to myself – body, mind, and soul.”

He admitted softly.

“But for now, I’m just enjoying the chance to be with you like this. Would you let me have your thighs a little longer??”

Lisa’s eyes widened slightly at his confession, a flicker of genuine emotion passing through her. She gazed up at him, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“Oh darling, I would be honored to be yours.”

She purred, arching her back to press her thighs against his cock.

“Take me however you want – my body is yours to use as you please.”

Subtly shifting her position a little, she silently invited him to continue his ministrations, eager to please him in whatever way he desired.

Before the sweet-faced colleague could respond, Lisa turned her head and addressed the other men in the room.

“Gentlemen, for the next one and a half hours, this darling man here will have exclusive rights to my thighs,”

She announced, her voice firm yet dripping with seduction.

“The rest of you will have to wait your turn.”

The sweet man’s face lit up with joy at Lisa’s words. He immediately began showering her body with tender kisses – trialing along her back, her spine, the nape of her neck. His touch was reverent, almost worshipful, as he silently thanked for her tis precious gift of time alone.

Lisa basked in the attention, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the man’s affections. Though the other men grumbled in disappointment, she paid them no mind. In this moment, she belonged to the sweet-faced colleague, and she would do everything in her power to please him.

Leaning back against his chest Lisa let out a soft, contented sigh. She was determined to make this time together truly special, to show him the depths of her devotion. For the next one and a half hours, she would be his and his alone.

As the remaining colleagues bid farewell, Lisa giggled softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Well, my darling, it seems the others have had their fill for now,”

She purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Which means, for the next one and a half hours, I belong to you and you alone.”

Turning fully to face the sweet-faced man, Lisa reached out to caress his cheek, her touch feather-light.

“I’m all yours, my love.”

She whispered her lips mere inches from his.

“Use me however you desire. My body, my mind, my very soul – they’re yours to command for the next 90 minutes.”

With that, Lisa closed the distance between them, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Her hands roamed his body, eager to explore every inch of him as she pressed her curves against his firm. In this moment, nothing else mattered but the two of them, lost in a haze of passion and desire.

As Lisa turned around, the sweet guy’s cock slipped out of her thighs. She giggled playfully, gazing up at him with a coy smile.

“Oh, my darling, I think you’ve lost your place,”

She purred, her voice dripping with feigned innocence.

“Don’t you want to put it back where it belongs?”

Slowly, Lisa arched her back, pressing her thighs together to create a warm, inviting space for the man’s shaft. Her eyes sparkled with wanton need as she silently beckoned him to take his rightful place.

“I’m all yours, my love,”

She whispered her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

As the time passed, the sweet-faced colleague tenderly and passionately fucked Lisa's thighs in a variety of positions. Lisa offered herself to him completely, reveling in his affections. She arched her back, pressed her curves against him, and whispered words of encouragement, determined to please him in every way.

When the one and a half hour duration came to an end, Lisa gently pulled away, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“My darling, our time together is almost up,”

She purred, her voice laced with regret.

“But I've cherished every moment with you.”

Leaning in, Lisa placed a soft, lingering kiss on his lips, silently conveying her gratitude and adoration…….

A/N - merry christmas everyone, i hope you guys are loving this seriers. Well I'll be taking a 2 or 3 weeks break so the next chapters will be releasing after 2/3 weeks.

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Second Best- Jungkook (part 7)

Summary: Being friends with someone who has your heart it’s already hard, let alone when that special someone ends up falling in love with your best friend, the one you think would never make anything to hurt you . Will you be able to ignore it and move on? what will happen when everything gets too much for you to handle?

Genre: Friends to lovers; angst; body insecurities; bullying; friend betrayel;

Pairing: Jungkook x female!reader

Author's note: I already had this chapter prepared that's why I'm posting it. The next ones are gonna be the much longer, so probably will take a little more to be posted! I hope you enjoy it and once again thank you for you support on Second Best 💜

“Y/n? Wooow. I didn’t expect to see you here. Are you okay? Saw you a little nervous back there, came to ask if you needed anything. Didn't know it was actually you” it took her a while to be able to speak again but managed to say something.

“No, I’m good. I mean I was with my friend but lost sight of her and now I can’t find her and I'm losing my mind because I don’t know where I am or how I’ll get back to the chalet we’re in and ----” she rambled, making Tae be even more confused.  

“Hey, calm down. Sewoon really doesn’t change. I’m sure she didn’t see you weren’t following her tracks. Do you wanna drink something and catch up? I heard hot chocolate here is fantastic.” 

“Hmmm... I- I'm not here with Sewoon.. It’s Lisa, do you remember her? I saw her one night I went out with Sewoon and Jun--” y/n stops and tries to rephrase her words hoping Taehyung didn’t catch it. “Anyways, yeah, I’m here with Lisa. Girls trip actually, first day and I'm already lost." she laughs about her luck (or lack thereof). 

“It wouldn't be you if you didn't have anything contradictory to say about your adventures to be very honest. So what do you say? You, me and hot chocolate? Maybe you’ll see Lisa around there. If not I’ll help you look for her I promise.” Taehyung says with his charming smile. You remember Sewoon’s constant bragging about his smile, it was always her favourite trait of his. That and how good he treated her. She got really devastated when they broke things off. You felt really bad and tried to help her the best way you could, but she never gave you any information about their break up. You always suspected it, but never pushed it. “Let’s go then. You pay anyway so I’m not backing up.” Y/n says with a genuine smile. Tae was right, she could find Lisa on the way there and besides that she knew him for years now and he was someone she could trust.  

She really didn't want to be alone anyway, maybe it would be good. Y/n remembers that the only person she kept in touch with was Sewoon and she never realized why she didn't continue to get in touch with her old friends.  Was she so focused on her friendship with Sewoon, being grateful for everything they've been through together that she forgot to appreciate the little things and people in her life?

Y/n didn't understand why she was thinking about all of this right now, she was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't realize they were arriving at the cafe close to where they were before. He opened the door for her and she thanked him silently, nodding her head and walking in ahead of him, sitting at the nearest table. It was strange, but all that silence between her and Tae wasn't uncomfortable at all. Y/n remembers that before he and Sewoon started dating, they were very close, maybe that was why she was so relaxed, despite the circumstances. The waitress came to get their order and while they were waiting Tae started talking  

“This place is fantastic, isn't it? I've been here a few times and I never get tired of this view.” he said looking outside. “The first time I came was when I broke up with Sewoon, you know? Speakig of I saw her a few months ago when I returned to visit my parents, I ran into her in a restaurant, we exchanged a few words but nothing more. Are you still friends? I never heard anything from you again. What have you been up to?” They were interrupted by the waitress delivering their orders, thanked her and both tried the region's famous hot chocolate. It really was wonderful 

“Yes, I'm still friends with her. I- my god Tae, how long has it been since we last saw each other? she laughed. “So much happened between the lines after we all separated. I mean, I'm still in the same place. I rented an apartment for myself, work in a coffee shop relatively close to home too, you know how it is, I've always been very reserved, my life remains the same. I haven't changed much since we were younger" She said smiling

“You never change Y/n. That was always what caught my attention the most, always so dedicated and focused on your goals, always so... You. I'm glad to see you're still like this. And boys? Do you have someone special in your life?” At this Y/n chokes on her hot chocolate. She wasn’t expecting this question, at all. She cleared her throat. “Yes. I mean no. There's not much to say about it. You know me, I'm weird when it comes to guys Tae." She laughs, trying to lighten the mood and make the subject disappear. Why was she always so nervous about this kind of topic? Deep down she knew why but didn't want to think about it just as she didn't want anyone to know that at 23 years old she never had a real boyfriend or experienced anything related to guys besides kissing. A shame, she knows. 

“Weird why? Have you ever taken a good look at yourself? Y/n you were always beautiful and time only continued to be generous with you. It wasn't for nothing that I had a massive crush on you when in highschool. I still feel hurt that you didn't give me a chance”. Tae laughs like it was the most natural thing in the world while Y/n looked at him with a confused expression. Crush? Chance? What the hell did was he talking about? Taehyung must have noticed because seconds later he stopped laughing and looked at her seriously. “It looks like you've seen a ghost Y/n. Is everything okay? I'm just kidding, I know how to handle rejection, don't worry, I was never upset. Life went on” 

“It's not that, it's just... What rejection? I never rejected you Tae. I didn't even know you had a crush on me, you caught me off guard."

“What do you mean? That was the reason why I approached you at school in the first place. Don't act like you don't know, you even responded to the letter I sent you.” Damn he was really offended by your lack of memory.  

Y/n looked at him sternly. "Tae I'm telling you I didn't know anything about this, I didn't respond to any letter, I don't know what you're talking about. Stop making fun of me” Now she was getting mad. Why would she lie about this. Tae's face fell and if before his skin was glowing by the European sun now he could be confused with the wall of the cafe they were at. He was white as snow. Literally 

“Sophmore. It was the year I started hanging out with you more, I got closer little by little until the three of us spent a lot of time together. At that time I had a huge crush on you. Sewoon knew, I asked her to help me. I was always asking her things about you, what you liked, what your favorite color was, that sort of thing that kids do when they want to win someone over, but you never paid attention to me so I decided to write you a letter that, by the way, was the most beautiful thing I ever wrote. Sewoon said she would make sure the letter reached you. A few days later I received a letter saying that you were sorry but didn't feel the same way about me and that we could be friends but nothing more and you didn't want to make things awkward between us, so I dropped the subject. At the time I was really sad but I understood your reasons. Sewoon was fantastic duringt my heartbreak. She supported me a lot and as time passed, she ended up telling me she had feelings for me and one thing led to another and we ended up dating, as you know. The rest is history” 

Y/n was completely in shock, she had no words, no reaction, nothing. Her brain was working too fast and she couldn't keep up. When she was finally going to say something, someone called her name. "Y/n. Ohh Y/n. I've been looking for you like a fool, I never saw you again, I thought you were stuck in an alley and I wouldn't find you in all this snow. God I’m so thankful I found you but also wanna kill you for disappearing like this." 

“"I... first of all it wasn't me who ran off, it was you! When I looked to the side you were no longer there and I started to panic. Luckily I found an old friend around here too, you remember Tae right?” Lisa looked at where he was sitting 

“Tae? Sewoon's Tae? is it really you? Damn, you look different. Finally managed to grow a beard I see and you also got buff. Your old self must be very proud right now” Lisa teases. How does she manage to have these comments at the most inopportune moments? 

“Thank you for taking care of y/n in my absence. We just got here and she’s already making trouble, bad habits never die" she says winking at him and teasing Y/n while she sighs, rolling her eyes 

“The pleasure was mine. I'm very happy to see you, despite the situation." His gaze passes from one to the other "how long are you going to stay here?" Y/n responds an "I don't know" while Lisa says "a whole week". They look at each other and Lisa makes a face "don't tell me you're already changing your mind! Y/n you promised me." She didn't say anything, instead she picked up the hot chocolate and drank it all. Everywhere she went it seemed like trouble was always behind her. She wanted to shout, grabLisa and leave but she knew Tae wasn't guilty of anything and she felt ashamed of doing it, as if she was capable anyway. She knew Tae felt the discomfort in the air because he got up, left two bills on the table, straightened up and spoke 

"I'm glad you've already found each other. I have to get going, but I'll see you around. Lisa, order something for yourself, this is on me. Enjoy the rest of your day and please stay out of trouble” He said laughing while putting on his coat. He started heading towards the exit but looked back one last time, put his hands in his pockets and left. Only then did Y/n manage to let go of all the air she had been holding in.

“Did I interrumpt something here? I’m sorry I didn’t even ask, but I was so worried about you. Y/n?- Y/n?” Lisa started to get worried. After Tae left she got so pale and apathic. Y/n puts her elbows on the table and her hands on her head and begged "I need to get some air. I can't breathe. Please Lisa, no more questions, let’s get out of here. Please.” Lisa didn't say anything else, picked her up and helped her go outside where they stayed for a while until Y/n started to feel a bit better. Lisa didn’t say anything else and just waited for her friend to say something. 

“Sorry Lisa, I don't know what happened. I'm just... This was supposed to be an amazing time for us and I’m just ruining it, I’m so sorry" She hugged Lisa and started crying. She had so much accumulated from the last few days and now this bombshell dropped on her. She didn't understand. She always saw Tae and Sewoon together back in school. This didn't add up. 

“What happened back there Y/n?”  

“We were just talking about how we were doing right now, then he asked me if I had anyone in my life and I got nervous. Then he revealed to me that he had a huge crush on me at highschool and I was super quiet, I wasn't expecting it. He said that Sewoon helped him and everything, that he wrote me a letter to which I responded. Lisa I swear I never knew about anything. Tae's feelings, the letter, nothing, the only thing I know is that since Tae approached us, Sewoon has always been interested in him and that things were going well between them.” 

"Y/n there is something you have to understand. Just because you think Sewoon is a good person, doesn't mean it corresponds to reality. Why do you think I never joined you when she was present? Honestly, I never understood what good you saw in her. Deep down she was always like that, bad and conceited. I think you were always too good to realize that she was always jealous of you. I really thought there would be a time where you would open your eyes but not even with the situation that happened with Jungkook did you stay away from her. She was mean! She knows it, you know it and everyone knows it! It wasn't cool, period! You need to open your eyes” 

“But why Lisa, why?! I never did anything to upset her, I was always in my corner. You all know that I've always been very shy and reserved, I never cared about that kind of things. There is no comparison between me and her, I don't understand why she acts like that. I never gave her reasons” Y/n was extremely affected by today’s events. 

“Exactly Y/n, you have no comparison and she knows it! You are calm, focused, respectful, you help everyone around you without looking back, you don't go hurt anyone to get what you want. And she is the opposite of you, she knows that. You attract attention with your simplicity. She's eccentric and lucky to be pretty, but it's all superficial. Why do you think nothing lasts for her? Think Y/n, be smart!” 

Y/n didn't say anything else and started walking to the chalet. Although she didn't want to admit it Lisa was right. No good friend would do what Sewoon has done to her. She knew Y/n had feelings for Jungkook and at still went for him, she didn't think twice. Y/n would never do that to her. Her parents were not that present in her life but the values they instilled in her were always the best, perhaps it was time to put them into practice.

As soon as they arrived Lisa started to prepare something for them to eat and Y/n went to take a shower. It was exactly what she needed, a long, hot bath to relax her body and her mind. But instead she started thinking about Jungkook and how much she missed him, his smell, his hugs, the way he makes her feel alive. She never turned on her phone again, she should at least tell him she was fine.  

They've never gone this long without talking. Everything was eating her up. She was being unfair to Jungkook, he wasn't to blame for what she was feeling. He didn't know anything, because she never told him, nor hinted. Sewoon knew, as she knew that Tae liked her and was never honest about it. Things were slowly coming together in her brain, but will things get fixed when she returns home? 

She gets out of the shower, takes her bathrobe and wraps herself in it, does her skin care and leaves the bathroom heading to the living room to find Lisa sitting by the table with everything ready and several bottles of wine.   

“ I'm sorry for everything. I have been such a terrible friend and have neither helped to lighten the mood nor making this a fun time for us.” Lisa doesn't say anything, just motions for Y/n to sit next to her, pouring her a glass of wine. She sits down next to her and drinks a little.  

“I know how you feel Y/n. Even if it doesn't seem like it, I've been in your shoes before, where Sewoon played her part. It's not something I like or want to talk about, but maybe it explains why I withdrawn myself. I can’t take her seriously and just to see she keeps doing it makes me want to punch her in the face. I’m here for you but you need to change something about how you view things and face it when you know they’re wrong. I did. Let's just enjoy another day or two here. Whatever you decide next you tell me. We will have lots of opportunities to come back here and honestly I prefer that you resolve everything that bothers you first so that you can enjoy things as you deserve. And now let's stop talking about sad things for a while, let's eat, drink and listen to music. I won’t say for us to break something because then my father will annoy my ass. There was one time someone called my dad and told him I was making too much noise everyday, he appeared here and caught me and the boy I was having a fling with at the time in the middle of sex, you can imagine how that went.” 

Y/n laughed out loud. "and you say I’m the one who always has the most embarassing moments. I can imagine your dad’s face, dude how gross.” Y/n said making a disgusted face 

“Hands down to that. It was the worst experience of my life, for real. This happened when I was 21 tho, was he expecting me to be a nun?” Lisa laughs and takes a sip of wine. Y/n stays quiet for a moment, but then blurts out  

“I never had sex” Lisa looked at her and smiled “So? Everyone has their own time Y/n. If you feel good about your decision that’s all that matters” 

“Sewoon would always mock me about it. She said I wasn’t normal for waiting so long to have intercourse. She would tell me all about her adventures with guys, she even tried to tell me about her and Jungkook. She would make me feel really bad, there was one time when she came to my house, drunk as hell and told me about an adventure she had with Tae in the bathroom of a club and then she turned to me and said I was a freak for not wanting to sleep with anyone and that it wasn't normal at my age to not be curious about it. I was so upset with her that the next day I ignored her completely, but it didn’t last long” 

“You’re really dumb when you want to, y’know? If it was me I would have kicked her ass and show her a real deal” Y/n nods with Lisa's statement “I know Lisa, I know. I was dumb, I see that now. The thing is Sewoon was my comfort zone. I grew up with her my whole life, although there were some times her attitude would upset me a little, but she was the only there for me, maybe that's why I always ignored the bad things she would do, now looking back I know that her intentions were not the greatest.

“Total bitchy. So you never had a boyfriend? You never did anything? 0?” Y/n looked at her mad “No I’m sorry I was just-- That's not what you're thinking, calm down. I was just trying to understand what level we are at. I'm not judging Y/n, as I said, we have to respect others choices, but why? I mean you're amazing, I'm sure there was someone who has shown interest and made a move” 

“I did have a boyfriend but nothing special, we were very young and immature. I wasn’t ready for that and I’m sure he wasn’t either. So maybe that doesn’t count? My shyness always stopped me from doing a lot of things and with Sewoon by my side I saw everyone paying attention to her and I was always left behind, it kinda made me think I wasn't good enough for anyone to pay attention to, so I ended up taking refuge in my studies. Even when there was someone showing interest in me I thought they were taking advantage of my naivety. I never had anything to offer, why would they pay attention to me when they had her. All of this changed when I met Jungkook, he made me feel seen. For the first time I felt like I could be myself without being afraid of being judged.  

“Do you miss him?”  

“I do. I miss him so much and he is not to blame for what is happening. He doesn't know my feelings. I've been to blame for something he has no idea about. I've been trying not to pick up the cell phone and talk to him, apologize for my actions and explain him everything but if I do I'm afraid of ruining our friendship, though it's already damaged after that night at the club.” talking about Jungkook made her heart hurt as she felt tears prick her eyes. She was so in love with him, only if she had built the courage to speak up.

Lisa gets up and goes to the small closet with a drawer near her, grabbing a cell phone and giving it to y/n. "Call him or text him, whatever eases your anxiety a little, or don't do anything at all but don't stop enjoying the moment you're in now just because you can't let go of the past. Go get some rest I'll clean today, make sure to sleep well tonight because tomorrow we’re gonna have fun and the past will be just that. Goodnight babe. If you need anything I’m just a knock away” 

Y/n cleans her tears, grabs her phone and hugs Lisa, appreaciating everything she has done for her. She doesn't know if it's the wine taking effect or the anxiety growing inside her but a huge urge to vomit appears as soon as she turns on her cell phone. Sitting on the edge of the bed she starts seeing the notifications pop up. Unanswered texts and calls from Jungkook, begging her to say if she's okay, questioning why she left and didn't tell him anything. She knows he’s hurt. She hurt him.  

A wave of courage washes over her and she writes a text, but suddenly runs to the bathroom and vomits her soul out, ending up staying there for a while and when she returns the courage fades away, as she starts to thinks if it's a nice idea to talk to him. She comes to the conclusion that things are better to stay as they are. When she has the opportunity to talk to him, it's either the end or start of a cycle. After a few minutes she deletes the text she wrote and turns off her cell phone again, putting it on the bedside table.

She wasn't ready for it, not just yet 

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"It's best we go now and tell Amber that we didn't find anything." Aether decided, having finished eating, you found yourself walking Paimon and Aether out of the hilichurl camp, your warm friend was dozing off after having their fill of wood and pinecones.

"That would be true." You couldn't help but feel a bit sad having to part with them, though your time in this world was short, it felt forever since you had any decent human conversation. Sure the pyro slime and the hilichurls were very welcoming and accomodating but it was hard to have a clear conversation with them due to a language barrier, and the few people you had met in Mondstadt were either a rumored puppet (Katheryne) or tried to kill you in the end (Jean and Lisa).

Noticing your disappointment, the blond haired boy promised you something that made your smile return "Don't worry, I'm not leaving you permanently. I'll come by once the close is clear but. ."

He eyed the Hilichurl group "I think you shouldn't stay here any longer, the knights might come to take care of this camp before it gets to big. . they may find you."

Your eyes widened slightly, you didn't want the Hilichurls who took you in to get hurt. . "I'll keep that in mind. ."

"Here." His hand glowered brightly as he brought out a bow and a quiver filled with arrows, "This should help you in the long run." he said, he didn't want to leave you, not when you clearly couldn't fight to protect your life, but being with him while Mondstadt had his eyes on him would only risk you getting found out.

"Thank you. ." despite your hesitance you forced yourself to take the weapon. . 'right. . I shouldn't hesitate. They never did, so I shouldn't. Not when my life is on the line.'

When the duo had left in the dead of the night, you turned around, basking once more in the peaceful hilichurl tribe. Most of them were asleep, cuddling with each other for warmth near the weak bonfire that your pyro buddy managed.

The children were latched onto the older ones, the samachurl dozing off while stilling sitting, clutching their staff in their hands. Knowing that the Hilichurls were overprotective of you (for a reason you cannot quite comprehend at the present), you decided you must leave the hilichurl group for both of your own safety's. But not now, you at least wanted to be just a bit selfish.

You sat next to the dozing campfire, hugging your knees close to your chest. 'There's a lot to be done.' you thought, hand wondering to a nearby hilichurl's head, feeling their soft fur or hair, you found your fingers gently coming through the tangles.

Their origins were not unknown to you, and that made it harder for you to stay and leave them. To stay would put them at a risk of the knights attacking them to get through to you, while leaving them would damn them of the punishment placed on to them. You could not stay and defend them when she didn't even have any combat prowess.

Despite being a former culinary arts students, you had experience due to playing Genshin Impact. There was a way to make sure the hilichurl group would not be ill-equipped. Of course helping them get stronger may mean they'd end up hurting innocent civilians but. . they were much better than the people, so you didn't need much more convincing.

Come the next few days you helped in fortifying their walls and making simple watch towers out of wood so their archers would have better leverage. Of course all you did was draw the watchtower and they understood what you were trying to convey to start building it.

The Samachurl was also able to help with communication, but they way that the Sama looked at you meant he was beginning to understand why you had them do these things. You thought the younger hilichurls how to cook and prepare food that weren't just meat but also those with vegetables.

"You need to eat your vegetables okay?" "nye!" a hilichurl huffed, crossing their arms and turning away. "Hey!"

You also accompanied them when they went hunting and foraging, they taught you how to prepare birds and boars to turn into food and meet, while you taught them how to season them and prepare it so the food will last longer.

They helped you learn how to use a bow and in turn the first prey you had caught were given to them. When you realized that they were now able to live more efficiently, you decided to leave that particular night.

You left half of the food and ingredients you had foraged, the rest going into your inventory. As you walked out of the camp, you found yourself turning back only to flinch at the Samachurl who appeared right in front of you.

"Unu. ." the sadness in his voice conveyed that he knew you were about to leave, without planning to return. . at least for a long while.

Swallowing away your nerves, you responded by simply bowing deeply in respect and gratitude "Valo. . for everything."

"a. .ah." the Samachurl coughed, once again he spoke in broken human language. . "p. please, come back, ye unu. . we're your odomu." and he bowed in front of you, much deeper, almost falling to the ground as he regarded with reverence.

You straightened up, feeling a mixture of emotions as you approached him, arms enveloping his much smaller form as you placed a kiss on his forehead. "I will."

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Find yourself alone made you feel solemn and rather lonely, but you resisted the urge to go back. Due to the terrain of Brightcrown mountains, there were so few paths you could take. Since you weren't a skilled rock climber nor did you feel safe swimming at cider lake with its proximity to city of freedom, you decided to take the path that lead south, to the sub area Windwail Highland.

Windwail Highland consisted of Dawn Winery, Wolvendom and Springvale. Your goal was to go to Wolvendom, due to it being home to the wolves, it was a less popular sight in the region. There were few people there, actually you were sure that there would only be one person to worry about, Razor.

Wolvendom held something precious you would need after all, Wolfhook, it was not because you wanted to try cooking with them. . . okay partly it was, but it was mainly for its medicinal properties! Since you couldn't go to the city and get healed by someone like Barbara, you could only rely on homemade remedies and recovery food.

Of course recovery food were for hp in the end, you don't think they'll heal any broken bones you may get along the way. But since you didn't know how to exactly use them, you also had to improvise this entire journey of yours to make sure you live.

You eyed the lake that entered your vision, as your hand placed itself on a waypoint, ignoring it whirl to life you turn to the fork in the path. One leading to the winery, the other leading to Liyue. If Aether hadn't told you why you were being targeted by Mondstadt, you'd have probably escape to Liyue using this path by now but. .

if Mondstadt, the city of freedom itself wanted you dead without any due process, what of Liyue? Liyue, a region steeped in tradition, this creator was respected in the entire continent. . thinking about it, there wasn't really any safe places for you to go to, to seek refuge in.

Even if there were people who would willingly protect you and house you, you'd no doubt feel guilty for putting them in potential harm's way. You massaged the lower half of your face as you decided to continue trekking on, but instead of feeling your skin, you felt a fabric around you. "Ah right" you murmur as you remembered making a half-assed veil to cover the majority of your face. The hilichurl masked had been an option but that would garner more attention to yourself as a human dressed as a hilichurl.

But with the apparel you were wearing you could easily play yourself off as being a nomad from a far of region, possibly the Sumeru Desert, the clothes would be close enough to it and considering there were few or none sumeru visitors in Mondstadt except for Lisa (who has been away from the dendro region for years) then you were safe.

The smell of grapes seemed to linger around the area now, and lo and behold, you could see Dawn Winery with its grapevines in full glory. Curiously you stopped to stare, watching as numerous maids and workmen were hauling the harvest to the house.

"Oh hello there, is there anything we can do for you?" You flinched as you turned to find a maid approach her, one with short light blonde hair and green eyes, her appearance was very familiar to her but the name was definitely on the tip of your tongue.

"U-uh no, sorry I just smelled some grapes." You awkwardly stood, wondering if the maid knew about the wanted 'Imposter' on the loose.

The woman nodded, a smile on her face. "I see, here at Dawn Winery, we grow a lot of varieties of grapes that are used for our wine and some other special ingredients." she added helpfully.

"Is it harvesting season then?" you asked curiously, the woman nodded "yes, for one of our rotations. We are actually hiring some adventurers for some labor. Are you by chance one of those adventurers who saw our request?"

Immediately you shook your head "Ah I'm an adventurer, yes. But I haven't seen this request of yours."

"Ah I see"

Seeing her disappointment you added "however if you still need an extra pair of hands, I can help." you offered and she instantly smiled. "That's great, why don't you follow me and I can explain to you what we need to do!"

You nodded, taking a steady pace as you followed behind the woman who'd you come to realize was Adelinde. All you had to do was harvest the grapes in one section of the winery, then help with the cleaning then the delivery of a wine. "Apparently, the Knights are ordering for abled men to partake in the hunt of a person impersonating out great Creator." Adeline offhandedly mentioned, which explained why most of the people in the area were either maids or much older workers that probably did not meet Jean's standards for participants.

"I see, that must have been a trouble for your business." You nodded along as you grabbed a wooden basket, and started working. You were too far into it to leave anyways, and hopefully they'd pay you a lot for the menial labor. Maybe finally you could escape the nightmare that is minimum wage.

The grapes looked juicy and plump, you were almost tempted on snacking on a few but you didn't want to return Adelinde's kindness with eating their grapes. You could probably make some raisins with the grapes.

"Oh Master Kaeya, what are you doing here?" You flinched at Adelinde who was greeting a boy with dark blue hair. "Hello Adelinde" he greeted respectfully, without a hint of teasing. From the corner of your eye you could see him interact with the maid.

A shaky sigh escaped your lips, hoping the captain would not notice you. "I heard you were short on hands so I thought I'd stop by and assist you."

"Don't tell me you ditched your work." The woman huffed, hands on her hips, but she didn't look too annoyed. "Maybe, maybe not. But it's okay, Diluc is working with the Knights at Jean's behest." He waved her off.

"I see, thank you for your help. . but are you sure? this situation is very important. It is true that there is an imposter like in the prophecy?" Adelinde asked with a hush whisper, but you found that the wind carried their voices to you making it easier for you to eavesdrop.

"Supposedly, but I would not rule out this imposter for simply having a few similar features with her divinity." Kaeya said with a small sigh, the maid skeptically wondered "that is true but. . are they truly going to execute this person on sight. . what if they are actually the creator?"

If Adelinde had a choice, she would rather give it time to truly determine this person's status before deciding to execute them on the spot.

"I would agree. But maybe Diluc could bring reason to Jean."

"Hopefully, Jean has always been fond of Diluc, maybe she'd listen to him."

Oh? did that mean Jean did have feelings for the red haired dark knight? you couldn't help but cover your mouth with your hand, finding the tea to be interesting.

"But you know, I wonder why Jean is acting like this, usually she's so level headed." Adelinde sighed cupping her cheek in dismay, she was quite disappointed with the acting grand master's choice of actions.

"Well you know it is quite a sensitive topic, it seems like she wants to curry favor with the great Creator after being neglected." Kaeya unabashedly exposed Jean's secrets. You blinked in confusion, hands stopping as if frozen from harvesting another grapevine. Jean was neglected by the creator?

'so like mommy issues or God Issues?'

You couldn't help but ponder the implications of what was revealed to you, that meant that the God was still active in some ways but still silent.

Then you remembered something, you had jean, you had pulled for a character you had wanted only to lose 50/50, and because by then she was out of meta you didn't bother using her, only building her to get the few free wishes. .

You nearly dropped your basket as something cold washed over you. . something, something was clearly wrong.

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After harvesting all the ready grapes in the section Adelinde instructed you, you found them ready the grapes into wooden buckets as the other more experienced maids handled the work. "Why don't you take a seat and wait, the others are loading up the wine in the cart." Adelinde offered as you nodded in relief, you found your feet hurting from standing on unpaved paths without any proper protection.

"By the way," you flinched, turning to Adeline who simply smiled at you, unaware of your unease "I never got your name."

"It's [Name]." you said with a slight nod as you then headed to the chairs and tables scattered around the estate. You felt your stomach rumble, finding yourself starving. You should cook something, you wondered if you can borrow the nearby cooking pot. "Why hello there?"

Your eyes widened, turning to meet Kaeya, how long had he been aware of your presence? how long had you been distracted by your hunger to not notice him approaching?

"I've never met you before, you are?"

"[name] just a nomad." you answered with a frown, eyes narrowing at the captain. What was he up to? even though he seemed to not agree with Jean's witch trial, he was still a wildcard.

"Oh? from where?" he took the seat next to you, a smile plastered on his face.

"The desert in Sumeru."

Your answers were short and had a sharp edge, but it did not deter the Cavalry captain who only seemed more and more amused. You wondered whether Aether trusted the man enough to tell him about what he knew of you.

"Oh really? I've never been there before. What's it like?"

"Unbearably hot during the day, cold during the night. There are also a lot of eremites and mercenary." You answered. Could he even confirm or deny your claims? sure he had connections, but did it reach towards Sumeru who was quite far?

His fingers tapped the wooden table that separated the two of you, "I've never been to Sumeru before, could you tell me more about it?" he asked, putting on his charismatic tone. "What do you care for then?" you gritted out.

"How about the cuisine?"

Your eyes widened slightly, and you found yourself going into a long rant about the food in Sumeru. Although you could never truly describe it's by its taste, having never eaten it. You vividly remember its description.

"The pita pockets are very tasty and filling, I made it once (recreated) and it was delicious. You can change the fillings, I tried one with a filling similar to what I usually use in Quesadillas. But you can change it to have some lettuce or tomatoes and pork. But if you want a dish you can try the Tandoori Roast Chicken, it's similar to the Sweet Madame but instead of being sweet it's more savory with spices." You continued on ranting as Kaeya blinked, he was not expecting this.

He wasn't able to cut in for awhile as you passionately talked about the food from Sumeru, sometimes you complained about the ingredients, other times you gushed about how delicious it was when you cooked it or how disappointed you were when you hadn't.

"Personally I always wanted to try their Shawarma wraps, but I haven't had the chance to recreate it as well as the Rose custard. I love pudding, what about you?"

"oh uh" he blinked again, not expecting you to stop as you, again, were rather passionate. Realizing it as well, you reeled back, cheeks and ears taking on a rosy hue as you apologized, definitely embarrassed for chatting his ears off.

"It's alright" he found himself chuckling, for some reason, when you had your guard down and began talking with such passion, he found himself relaxing, warming up to your more genuine side.

"Personally I'd prefer a good meal that could be paired with some wine." He commented, he propped his arm up by placing his elbow on the table, as he leaned his cheek on his palm. "Since you came from Sumeru, have you tried any Mondstadt dishes?"

You shook your head, you didn't have a chance to because of Jean and Lisa, you bitterly thought. "How about I treat you?" he offered and suddenly the sound of your stomach pitifully grumbling was heard, you wanted to die as he said with an amused smile "I'll take that as a yes then."

Rather than actually buying you food, he took it upon himself to cook you something. The blue haired knight had borrowed the kitchen in the Ragnvindr estate. You sat patiently on a stool as you watched him worked, wondering if he was always this easy going with people? To cook for someone, well to you that was rather intimate after all.

You smelled the scent of fruit, and quickly you realized he was making his signature dish. If cooking for someone you just met wasn't intimate, then cooking your signature dish for someone you weren't even close to was definitely intimate.

"Here you go, a plate of my famous Fruity Skewers." he said after a few moments, presenting you with a plate with his signature dishes. It looked more appetizing than the base recipe which was the chicken-mushroom skewers, you could see the slices of cucumber and onions paired with the chicken and mushrooms which had a shiny coat to it, probably from the wine he used to marinate. With a hum you took a skewer and bit into it.

Kaeya watched with slight interest at how your eyes sparkled from the dish, you licked your lips after finishing a skewer and when you turned to him, any apprehension you had towards him was gone. "This is delicious!"

When you had recreated his signature dish back at home, you clearly didn't do any justice for his signature dish. Perhaps it was the wine, no, it was definitely the wine you had used that failed to capture it's essense.

"I'm glad you liked it. You are. . quite enamored with food huh?"

You weren't offended by his remarks, instead you proudly sat straighter, as you jabbed your thumb towards yourself "That's right. I'm a foodie."

"A foodie?" he repeated, a certain shift in his tone that you hadn't noticed.

"That's right," you smiled "a foodie is basically a person who is very interested in food!"

"That seems like an understatement, when I take you for an example." At his words you blushed, chuckling as you remembered how you rant off moments ago, on just the sumeru dishes alone.

The two of you began eating in the kitchens, you were sure Adelinde had pop by once but immediately closed the door but you weren't too sure. Kaeya wasn't bothered, taking the time to savor the meal as you decided to return the favor by making some desert.

I use he/they pronouns for the slime, they/them for hilichurls but some I used he/him. The samachurl is he/they. Since I'm writing a female reader, i usually use her, but it's mostly 'you'.

I'm sorry you had to leave them, it's for the story's progression.

oh and this story is going to be definitely lighthearted with a few pinches of angst, how you treat characters when you were playing the game will definitely affect their standing on you. Well at least in Jean's case.

Current compiled suggestions to name the pyro slime <3

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Temptation

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Vlad dracula tepes x reader

Author Note : hii everyone I haven’t written anything in about a year so I’m definitely a bit rusty, this takes place about 5 years after Lisa’s passing. Vlad is definitely a bit ooc and some things maybe be far fetched but I hope you enjoy <3 feedback is appreciated

Trigger Warnings: gender neutral reader, mentions of blood, betrayal, Vlad and reader have slight argument but a guarantee happy ever after. Self doubt ( I do believe that is everything, if anything else lmk. )

In the dimly lit room, you watched him with concern as he sat in a corner, his eyes fixed on the darkness outside the window. Vlad was a vampire, cursed with a thirst for blood that he struggled to control. Years ago he never thought much about drinking blood, but this coming year its all he could think about. You knew that he would never drink blood from you, no matter how much you insisted. He feared losing control and hurting you,even in the depths of his own hunger. For a while, he refused to feed off anything - not animals, not humans. His refusal to nourish himself left him weak and on the brink of collapse, but he remained stubborn in his decision to protect you from his vampiric urges. You couldn't bear to see him suffer this way. You pleaded with him, confronted him, begged him to help himself. But he wouldn't hear about it. He was determined to remain steadfast in his resolve, no matter the cost. It was evident why he had given up drinking blood – the pain of losing his first love, the ache of her absence lingered even five years later.

He professed his love for you and assured he had moved on, but there are moments when doubt creeps in. Yet, amidst it all, his affection shines through in the gentleness of his touches, the coolness of his kisses, and the sincerity of his actions. In those moments, you can sense the depth of his love, reassuring you of your place in his heart, even as traces of his past love story still twine with his present. With a gentle hush in your steps, you approached his chair, almost certain that he sensed your presence long before you made a sound. As you softly spoke his name, "Vlad honey? Are you coming to bed soon?" You knew well that sleep eluded him, but the comforting routine of bedding down together drew you close. The anticipation of your impending wedding day hung sweetly in the air, echoed by the delicate glint of the engagement ring he meticulously fashioned with you in mind. You put your hand on his shoulder for comfort and waited for his response.

As the clock struck midnight, Vlad's silhouette was still illuminated by the glow of the fireplace. Concerned, you tried to give him a kiss on the cheek, not before noting the tired lines etched on his face. "You shouldn't be up this late, dear. You know how cranky you are in the morning, and we have a big day ahead of us," . Vlad responded, usually attentive to your words, replied airily, dismissing your concern.

"You didn't answer the question, Vlad," you mumbled, puzzled by his behavior. The air in the room felt heavy with unspoken words, and Vlad's distant gaze made you uneasy. Suddenly, he stood up, his imposing height towering over you, and guided you out of his study. "I'll come to bed later," he reassured you, his voice carrying a weight you couldn't quite place. As he bid you goodnight, his parting words lingered in the silence of the hallway. "Please get some rest. I'll see you in a bit." His cryptic promise sent shivers down your spine, leaving you to wonder what secrets hid behind the facade of his usual composed demeanor. With a heavy heart, you retired to bed, the mystery of Vlad's late-night pursuits weighing on your mind like an unshakeable shadow.

As you climbed back into bed with your emotions swirling in your head like a whirlwind, you consciously tried to push aside the questions about why he had acted the way he did. Deep down, you had theories but your understanding of vampires was limited, especially when it came to someone like him. He was no ordinary vampire, he was the king of vampires, he was Dracula. The way he defied common vampire traits by not burning in sunlight and surviving without the need for blood for five whole years, as today marked the anniversary, left you perplexed of to why he wouldn't let you help him. Why he just wouldn't indulge himself and drink blood. It didn't even have to be from you. You were worried for him.

'were you not enough to help him, what was wrong with him?'

You were deep in thought, replaying the recent events in your mind when Vlad's voice jolted you back to reality.

"You know I can hear your thoughts, right darling." His voice was soft, almost teasing. You turned to see him standing there, his piercing gaze locked on you.

You tried to mask your surprise but failed as Vlad cleared his throat and sat on the edge of the bed. He patted a spot beside him, silently urging you to join him. Feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension, you obliged and sat down, keeping your eyes fixed on him.

"Please, allow me to explain my behavior these past couple of hours," Vlad said, his tone sincere. "I know I may have seemed distant, but it's not because of you. It's something that has been weighing on me for some time now."

you grabbed his cold hand and gave him a gentle squeeze, he squeezed your hand in return drew in a breath of air and began explaining himself.

"As you are aware of what I am and the things I've done. I'm not a good person, and I want you to know your family, village, and friends will turn against you for marrying me," he stated, his voice laced with a mix of resignation and defiance.

the air was thick with tension as the words echoed between the bedroom walls. His confession hung heavy in the air like a shadow, ominous and foreboding. His crimson gaze bore into your soul, a silent plea mingled with a threat. But his revelation barely made a ripple in the depths of your heart.You reached out and gently clasped his hand, a silent reassurance that you were not afraid.

"Okay, but what's really bothering you?" you asked, your voice soft and filled with genuine concern as you met his gaze, drawn like a moth to a flame to his dark red eyes that held a myriad of unspoken emotions within their depths.

A moment of silence passed between you, the only sound the whispering of the wind through the branches above. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he spoke the words that held the weight of a promise and a warning.

"If you want to be mine, I will turn you. I won't make the same mistake twice."

His words hung in the air like a dark omen, a choice laid bare before you. To embrace a life of darkness and uncertainty by his side, or to turn away and live a life without him, untouched by the shadows that clung to him like a second skin.

But as you looked into his eyes, you saw not a monster, but a man burdened by his past, a man capable of love despite the darkness that threatened to consume him. And in that moment, you made your choice, sealing your fate and intertwining your destiny with his in a bond that transcended the boundaries of the mortal world.

"Okay, Vlad, you can turn me." His wicked smirk sent shivers down your spine, a potent mix of excitement and fear swirling through her mind.

"Tomorrow then, after our wedding," Vlad declared, his voice low and velvety. You could feel the power emanating from him, a dark magnetism that drew you in like a moth to a flame. And despite your apprehension, you nodded, a thrill of anticipation coursing through your veins.

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Jungkook was barely able to keep his large doe eyes from fluttering shut; he wasn't at all used to this—to any of this, from the countless and tiring meetings with the most boring and bland individuals he's ever met, to planning and making plans to better help maintain the company and keep investors interested. To keeping this multi-billion empire he had inherited running afloat, if he was going to be honest, he missed the days when all he had to do was look pretty and have crowds of people adore him.

Having no worries, no cares in the world, being free.

"Mr. Jeon, Mr. Jeon, Mr. Jeon!" His secretary annoyingly yelled, snapping Jungkook awake from his reverie, snapping back to his much more boring reality. He gave everyone in the conference room an apologetic yet charismatic smile.

Immediately going into handsome older CEO mode.

"Yes? Chaerin, is there something you wanted to tell me?" Jungkook smoothly asked, giving her his iconically heart-stopping gorgeous smile, totally acting as if he hadn't almost fallen asleep in the meeting, missing half of everything that was going on.

"Um… um, yeah, um," Chaerin stumbled, trying to collect her thoughts together, her cheeks flustered as she fumbled with the documents.

"So, ahem," she cleared her throat, adding an awkward chuckle, "INUV wants you to sign the documents to begin the process of expanding our companies together." Jungkook nodded; he only about half understood what she was talking about, but as Chaerin was handing him the papers to sign, she stopped—getting lost in his big, beautiful, doe-warm chocolate brown eyes.

Was he even real?

"Chaerin, Chaerin, Chaerin, Chaerin! The documents?! Please!" Chaerin's cheeks flushed an even brighter red than before. Jungkook just snatched the papers out of her hands, mumbling yet loud enough, "I swear, secretaries these days always thinking you're in love with them or something."

Everyone in the luxurious, opulent conference room laughed, some hiding their giggles under the table, their briefcases, or hands.

Chaerin just quietly and embarrassingly plopped herself back in her seat.

"Here," Jungkook said, handing the documents back to a disgraced Chaerin, who, without looking up from the ground, gave it to one of the INUV executives, who was still trying to hold back his laugh.

Jungkook cleared his throat while adjusting the buttons on his designer Italian suit, clapping his muscular and tattooed hands to get everyone's attention back on him. "Anyways, besides that little interruption," side-eyeing Chaerin, "it was an honor to do business with you all, and we promise to do nothing but our absolute best."

He ended by shaking hands with the lead executive before walking out as everyone clapped, with Chaerin clumsily following behind him. He needed to get back to his office to finish some more paperwork that would officially finalize the deal, not before stopping to give one of his employees his autograph.

Then, after that, head to Sweet Bears, his favorite bar, to relax and unwind.

Jungkook was already in the elevator about to push his own private floor number, but midway stopped, hearing Chaerin's annoying high-pitched voice yelling, "MR. JEON!!"

He cursed himself for not going faster, silently praying that those doors closed before she could make it in.

But God only hears those who are faithful.

She slipped in before the elevator doors could close, huffing a bit from the fact she literally sprinted in heels to get into the elevator with Jungkook. He rolled his eyes; he thought after absolutely embarrassing her at the conference, maybe she would quit.

But no.

Jungkook internally groaned as he felt her seductively eyeing him up and down, biting her lips as she held her files close to her chest. He felt like he was being sexually harassed. Chaerin was an amazing secretary, and she knew how to do her job; if he was being honest, without her, the company would probably have already lost a few million.

But her infatuation and borderline obsession with Jungkook was either a reason he would fire her or the reason he would snap her in half once he got fed up with her.

The only reason why she was still here was that she happened to be one of Jungkook's biggest investors and his father's best friend's daughter.

There was an awkward moment of silence with the background of smooth jazz playing, as Chaerin still eyed him like he was the finest eye candy she had ever seen, which he was, but still.

"Miss Shin, hope there's nothing wrong for you to have come running in the elevator like that," Jungkook said through gritted teeth as he plastered

a fake smile on his gorgeous face.

She didn't even deserve to have him give her one of his beautiful fake smiles.

Chaerin giggled, a stupid one, and twirled her hair as she held her paperwork close to her chest. "Nothing much, I was just going to ask you if you were off tonight?" she said as she bit her lips with a seductive, flirtatious gaze.

Ever since Jungkook's private divorce from the wealthy and powerful businesswoman Lisa Manoban, young girls, older women, and men of all ages have been throwing themselves all over Jungkook.

Lisa Manoban is one of the most influential self-made entrepreneurs in all of Asia, having multiple companies that are each worth billions of dollars. When I say she has power, she has power. She met Jungkook through a mutual friend; at first, Jungkook was her pretty himbo sugar baby before deciding to marry him at his 20th birthday party in Bali.

She was the breadwinner and wanted Jungkook to stay at home and be her pretty trophy husband and house husband that she could flaunt his beauty and youthfulness to all her other rich older milfs and cougar friends. Having someone young and as beautiful as Jungkook depended on you was a new type of power, one that Lisa had never felt before. It was addicting—so was his sex power in bed, because damn, was he truly gifted by Adonis himself.

Who knew a guy could taste so sweet in bed?

And also, all the bragging rights that come with having a pretty himbo, boy toy, beauty pageant king, and supermodel as your trophy husband and house husband.

But after giving birth to their adorable toddler, Kwan, they quietly separated but did not publicly divorce. But people still thought they were married and happily threw themselves at the new handsome but beautiful now DILF Jungkook.

Who could blame them?

He still looked as handsome as ever, looking like he was still in his 20s (and acted like he was still in his 20s), now just being a hot young DILF. He aged like fine wine, being as attractive and charming as ever with his fit and muscular physique and flawless golden-tanned skin.

He still kinda looked like the beautiful and young, naive doe-eyed himbo trophy husband he used to be.

"I'm actually very, very busy tonight. It's my 4-year-old son Kwan's school recital tonight, and I promised him that me and mommy would take him out for ice cream. I also have some work at the office I need to attend to," Jungkook said, lying through his teeth. Kwan was with Lisa in Thailand, as it was her week with him.

"Oh, um, that's totally fine. Maybe we can—" Jungkook had already walked out of the elevator, and the elevator had already closed before Chaerin could finish her sentence.

He needed to find some way to fire her.

Quickly.

Sweet Beer was his favorite beer parlor and bar. He remembered how, when he was young, he would skip class just to come to the parlor with friends and pick up girls, flirting with the cute waitresses that would end up in his bed later that night.

He couldn't help but smile and roll his eyes at the memories while driving there.

Those were the good times, when he didn't have a single care in the world.

Ting! The small bell rang as Jungkook walked in, causing the 50-year-old woman to turn around to see who it was, immediately stopping her sweeping, dropping the broom and happily running to him, arms wide open, like a mother who hadn't seen her son in years.

Koko!! You came!" Mrs. Yun happily yelled.

Jungkook happily embraced Mrs. Yun as they rocked back and forth, unable to hold back the overwhelming feelings of joy they felt; it felt like years since they had last seen each other. "Mrs. Yun—Eomma! How could I not come!?" Jungkook said as they kissed each other on the cheek.

As Jungkook pulled back from the hug, Mrs. Yun cupped his cheeks, holding his beautiful face in her hands. She felt like she was about to cry; it felt like yesterday when a 16-year-old Jungkook would run away from home to come to her bar shop, complaining about the unbelievable pressure his parents were putting on him and how he wanted to run away.

She was always the one to comfort and reassure him that with time everything would get better.

Here he was now, all gowned up, married with a kid of his own; time had gone by so fast. "Oh, Koko," she sweetly said, giving him another big, tight hug before letting go and wiping her tears with her apron. Jungkook sighed, adding a small laugh. "Eomma, don't tell me you're getting emotional?"

"Me? Getting emotional? No, no, I'm just shocked you've grown up to be such a gorgeous young man," she said, having a pretty sappy tone in her voice. Jungkook smiled a little. "But enough talk about the past, how's you and Lisa going? Is everything going well? Hope she isn't giving you any trouble. And Kwan too, how's my Kiki doing?"

Jungkook just let out an awkward laugh; he hadn't told Mrs. Yun about the divorce—not yet anyway. He was still a bit shocked by it, truthfully, and still didn't know how to tell anyone about it. Knowing how Mrs. Yun was, she would probably let it spill to his parents, and for a fact, all hell would break loose then.

"Everything is going good; it's going extremely well actually, and Lisa and Kwan are doing great," Jungkook said, giving her one of his gorgeous fake smiles. Mrs. Yun gave him a look; she always had the motherly ability to tell if he was lying. "Are you sure, Koko? If something is going on, you talk to me."

"No, I promise Eomma, everything is grea—" The sound of crashing glass hitting the floor and breaking cut Jungkook off, who looked to Mrs. Yun for what or who caused that sound. Mrs. Yun just chuckled. "Don't mind that; it's just my new barista."

"New barista?" Jungkook knew every single barista that worked here—totally just from encounters and not sleeping with them.

So, who was that?

Mrs. Yun pulled him by the arm towards the bar. For someone who was in her late 50s, she was strong, especially considering how much Jungkook worked out and how tall he was. Jungkook looked at Mrs. Yun; was someone supposed to just appear? Mrs. Yun just winked at him.

"Y/n, dear, I have someone I want you to meet."

At first, it looked like she was talking to no one. Jungkook was about to ask her if she had forgotten her medication yet again.

But then a beautiful young girl appeared from the door by the bar. She had long and somewhat curly yet straight golden blonde hair with beautiful and angelic lightly sun-kissed skin, with some of the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen; they were completely two different colors.

"Yes, Mrs. Yun?" she softly asked as she carried more empty glasses of beer, almost dropping them on the counter. Giving both Mrs. Yun and Jungkook an apologetic smile, Mrs. Yun just smiled excitedly, introducing them to each other. "Meet Mr. Jeon and Jungkook, my love, meet Y/n, my new stunning barista!"

The sun-kissed girl just blushed as she heard Mrs. Yun call her a 'stunning barista,' before extending one of her small and dainty hands to Jungkook, shyly saying, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jeon," who shook it, holding her delicate hand in both of his bigger and larger hands before kissing it, mumbling against her soft skin.

"The pleasure is all mine."

BOUNS ੭ ꒰ for all my ogs before my account got deleted 😭꒱

Jungkook was barely able to keep his eyes open, he wasn't used to this at all, as his executive was talking about the 3.4 billion won deal, they had with a company that would love to partner up with them. He never liked meetings, but they were important to keep his multi-billion empire running a float. "So, Mr. Jeon do you have anything else you would like to add?" His secretary chirped out as she was giving INUV inc. the paperwork to sign.

"No, I have nothing else to add. But it's an honor to do business with you and we promise to do our absolute best." Jungkook said using his 'boss voice' as he shook hands with INUV's executive.

As everyone in the luxurious, opulent conference room clapped.

As soon as the meeting was over, he made his way to the elevator he needed to get back to his office to finish some more paperwork that would finalize the deal, but his secretary, Chaerin, voice stopped him as he was entering the elevator.

"MR. JEON!!"

He silently prayed that those doors closed before she could make it in.

But not all prayers come true.

She ran in before the elevator doors could close, Chaerin was an amazing secretary and she knew how to do her job well but her infatuation with Jungkook was either a, be the reason he fires her or b, the reason he fires her.

The only reason why she is still here is because she happens to be one of Jungkook's biggest investors and best friend's daughter.

"Miss Shin, hope there's nothing wrong. For, you to have come running in the elevator like that." Jungkook said through gritted teeth as he plastered a fake smile on his gorgeous face.

Chaerin giggled and twirled her hair as she held her paperwork close to her chest. "Nothing much, I was just going to ask you if you were off tonight?" she said as she bit her lips while eyeing him up and down with a flirtatious gaze.

Ever since, Jungkook's divorce with the Lisa Manoban, young girls, older women and men of all ages have been throwing themselves all over Jungkook.

When he was still married to Lisa, she was the one who was the breadwinner, with her owning large companies and being a supermodel.

She wanted Jungkook to stay at home and be her pretty trophy husband and house husband that she could flaunt his beauty and enjoy his sex power in bed.

Due to the fact that when Jungkook was in his youth he was a pretty himbo and boy toy when he first met her and had won multiple beauty pageants and was supermodel too.

But times have changed (kinda).

He still looked as handsome as ever, looking like he was still in his 20s (and acted like he was still in his 20s) with him now just being a hot young DILF.

He aged like fine wine, with him being as attractive and charming as ever with his fit physique and flawless golden tanned skin.

He still kinda looked like the handsome and young, naive himbo trophy husband he used to be.

"I'm actually very busy tonight it's my 4-year-old son, Kwan, um school recital tonight and I have some work at the office I need to attend too." Jungkook said lying through his teeth, Kwan was with Lisa, as it was her week with him.

"Oh, um that's fine maybe we can-" Jungkook had already walked out of the elevator and the elevator had already closed before Chaerin could finish her sentence.

He needed to find a way to fire her. Quickly.

But first he needed a beer.

Sweet Beer was his favorite beer parlor and bar. He remembered how when he was young, he would skip class just to come to the parlor with friends and pick up girls. And flirt with the cute waitresses that would end up in his bed later that night.

He couldn't help but smile and roll his eyes at the memories while driving there.

Those were the good times, where he didn't have a single care in the world.

"Koko!! You came" Mrs. Yun happily yelled as soon as she saw he was entering the door, hearing the ding from the bells up on the door.

"Mrs. Yun! How could I not come!?" he happily said as they kissed each other on the cheek and embraced, Mrs. Yun was just like a second mother to Jungkook, she was there for him even when his own mother couldn't be there for him.

"Well, you know how much it makes me happy to see you come here, it's been such a long time!" Mrs. Yun said as she pinched his cheek. The parlor had been going a little slower than usual, but Jungkook's presence had really brightened up her mood.

"I know, I know it's been such a long time and I'm sorry it's just the divorce with Lisa, work and Kwan along with everything that's been going on lately."

"I know it must be so stressful, but come I want you to meet someone special" Mrs. Yun said as she pulled him, for someone that was in her late 50s she was strong, especially considering how much Jungkook worked out and how tall he was.

She pulled him until they were at the cashier, Jungkook looked at Mrs. Yun who just wink at him.

"Y/n, dear, met Mr. Jeon."

At first it looked like she was talking to no one, Jungkook was about to ask her if she had forgotten her medication again.

But then a beautiful young girl came out of the big walking closet/cabinet near the cash register, she had long silky hair and some of the most beautiful eyes Jungkook had ever seen.

"Yes, Mrs. Yun?" she softly asked as she carried more empty glasses of beer where she placed them on the counter.

"Meet Mr. Jeon and Jungkook, my love, met Y/n my new stunning barista!"

Y/n blushed as she heard Mrs. Yun call her a 'stunning barista', Jungkook couldn't help but to smile too, something he hadn't done for a long time, as he saw her cute cheeks turn a light pink blush.

She was so cute and pretty at the same time.

Maybe, Mrs. Yun was right she was someone special.

𝜗℘ㅤׁㅤ. . fabrianna's thoughts . . . yellow! I'M BACK! after my account got deleted i knew i still wanted to continue "the perfect trophy wife" series but changed a few things, like the first chapter i wanted to make it longer and with much more thought, detail and dialog. and i'm pretty happy with the finale result, tell me which one is better the original or new one? planning on doing the same thing with second chapter "Sweets of deals" but still don't know. i promise this time i won't just disappear and plan on releasing more ꒰ like a fanfic i'm currently with a dilf cop taehyung꒱ but anyway hope yall enjoy, toddles.

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Little Darling

Chapter 2 - Love's in hiding

It's 1997, and Elvis is still alive and well. He quit music in 1972 after a successful world tour, and now he runs Presley Studios - teaching people karate across America. His daughter and grandchildren are regular visitors at Graceland, and when he’s in Memphis he likes to do a little teaching. His life is quieter now, though. Most of the Mafia have gone - going to live their own lives - and after his divorce from his second wife, Elvis is sworn off women for good. Will a Welsh girl with a wicked sense of humour be the one to make him break his promise to himself not to fall in love again?

Need to catch up? Go here.

Pairing: Old Man!Elvis x OC - Tegan, a Welsh girl he meets at karate.

Word count: 4.3K

TWs: Angst, body image issues, thigh riding.

A/N: Thanks all for the lovely comments on the last part. I'm planning on posting every other day so that I can make the Christmas part line up with Christmas... but we'll see!

“We need to make you look so good there’s no way he can say no.”

Maria is a woman on a mission. She’s standing with her hands on her hips, eyeliner pencil between her teeth, looking like she’s planning a military operation. When she’d heard from Tegan what had happened she’d been annoyed and her protective instincts had kicked in, suggesting not going to Graceland and even not going back to karate until Elvis left again. But that wasn’t what Tegan wanted, not really. So she switched to second best, which is making Elvis sorry he’d said he just wanted to be friends. This had led her to turn up bright and early at Tegan’s flat to make her shower, shave, bluff, pluck… and anything else that she could think of. Nails are painted and whilst they wait for them to dry she tries in vain to get her friend to wear anything on her face other than a little mascara. 

Tegan shakes her head. “I’m terrible with make-up. I’ll just get it everywhere and eat all my lipstick off.”

Maria sighs but eventually decides to let it go, knowing she’ll have a battle on her hands anyway when it comes to choosing a swimsuit. And when the other woman comes out wearing a frumpy-looking one piece she knows she was right. 

“You can’t go in that. Why don’t you wear a bikini?”

“Lisa said swimsuit.”

“I think you’re taking that a bit literally. I’m sure she just meant swimming costume generally. She definitely didn’t mean that ugly thing.”

Tegan grumbles, looking down at her swimming costume. She doesn’t think it looks that bad, but she’ll have to let Maria win on something. She already conceded the make-up thing, she’ll probably make the clothes her hill to die on. She goes back into her room and changes into a pink two piece, which does look better, though it’s a bit bright. She’s not sure what possessed her to buy it in the first place, really. 

“Oh that looks good. What about that?”

Tegan screws her face up. “I dunno, Mar. It’s a bit… garish.”

“You’re a bit garish,” Maria jokes, gesturing at Tegan’s extensive tattoos. 

“Hmmmm. I don’t have to go in the pool, you know. I can’t swim. Maybe I’ll just conveniently forget my swimming stuff.”

Maria shakes her head. “No. He’s going to know what he’s missing out on.” She gets up and bodily pushes Tegan back into her room again. “Why don’t you try the black one on?”

The black one seems like the best option, even though Tegan can’t quite get her head around the idea of stripping off to what she considers her underwear in public. She’s never been big on bikinis on the beach either. After some debate she decides on a long floral summer dress, and spends the next half an hour curling her hair. 

“I don’t know why I’m doing this. I have to put it up anyway.”

“No you don’t. You look good with your hair down.”

“But it’s hot. And you want me to go in the pool.”

“Why don’t you arrive with your hair down and then put it up if you want to get in the pool?” 

Tegan groans. “Okay. Fine. But it’s your fault if I get there looking like a sweaty mess.”

Maria just decides to take that, resisting the temptation to talk about the air conditioning in the car. Some things just aren’t worth it. 

When she’s finally ready Tegan makes herself a gin and tonic and waits for an hour before leaving, chatting with her friend and drumming her fingers on the table impatiently. Maria had suggested it was better to make Elvis wait and she’d agreed, but she's nervous and she doesn't want all this extra time to think in. Graceland seems like such a fabled place, almost the stuff of dreams, that she can't quite believe she's going there. 

Maria gives her a big hug goodbye and some encouraging words before she sets off. She offers again to go with her, but Tegan thinks she should go on her own, since she was the only one who was strictly speaking invited. She doesn’t love talking to strangers, but at least Lisa will be there. And Elvis. He did say he wanted to spend more time with her, even if it was as friends. 

***

Elvis spends most of the day pacing about the house and trying to find things to keep his hands busy. And then when guests start to arrive, he insists on answering the door himself, every time wondering if it will be Tegan. On more than one occasion Sonny tries to tell him that he can just look and see who it is on the CCTV, but he’s not listening. The house is getting full and she still hasn’t arrived. Why did he let Lisa invite her? Or, more to the point, why did he say he wanted to see her as a friend? He doesn’t want to see her as a friend, that’s bullshit and he knows it. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he stands in the living room, watching people mingle. A friend is all she can be. He’s been down this road before and it ended terribly. He can’t put himself through that again. 

When the doorbell goes at around 4pm, Elvis strides over to the door as usual and flings it open. He’s so used to it not being Tegan, that when he looks and it is her he almost doesn’t recognise her. That, and the fact that she looks completely different out of her karate gear. Her dark brown hair is streaked with grey and frames her face in a sea of loose curls, and her eyes somehow look especially green. His eyes dart over her face and then trail down her body, and he can’t help noticing how good her breasts look in the long summer dress she’s wearing. He clears his throat and quickly looks back up again, but not before he sees her painted toenails. Cute feet, he thinks. He’d noticed them during class, but she didn’t usually paint her nails. 

“Well hi here.”

Tegan smiles. It’s hard not to smile at him. “Hi yourself. Can I come in?”

Elvis gestures dramatically with one arm, making her laugh a little. She steps inside the house and lets him lead her around, his hand on her elbow. He immediately starts introducing her to people, a sea of names she has no hope of remembering. Then he takes her outside, where there are sun loungers and even more people. She looks around, feeling a little overwhelmed at the sheer number of strangers, as he sits down on a lounger, striking up conversation with a couple of guys near him. She stands there awkwardly for a minute, before realising he’s expecting her to find somewhere else to sit. 

She wanders to the nearest free one, looking around for Lisa and sitting down when she fails to see her. People nearby introduce themselves and make a little idle chit chat, and then go back to talking to one another. She feels like everyone knows each other, and she’s the odd one out. Lying back on the lounger with her sunglasses on, she wonders why on earth she didn’t bring Maria, who absolutely thrives in this sort of situation. That’s why they were such good friends. Tegan doesn’t think of herself as an introvert, exactly. But she feels awkward in situations like this, and Maria definitely doesn’t. She just didn't expect quite this many people. Sighing softly, she thinks about how she's misinterpreted him again somehow. Will she ever learn?

Elvis isn’t that interested in this conversation with Sonny and Joe but he felt like he had to do something to stop Tegan sitting with him. Although now that’s all he wants, stealing little glances at her lying on her lounger, basking in the sun. He might’ve thought of her as a little cute before, but in that dress her body is becoming a bit of a distraction. He needs to take his mind off it. 

“Hey Charlie, let’s start a pool game!” He calls over to his old friend. 

Charlie’s enthusiasm for following Elvis’ instructions hasn’t dimmed over time, much to his wife’s irritation. He immediately shouts “yes boss!” strips down to his trunks and grabs the nearest inflatable ball. Elvis continues with the instructions, telling people to get into teams and explaining the rules which he’s mostly just made up on the spot. The noise and general jostling of her lounger make Tegan open her eyes again and sit up, trying to work out what’s going on. One of the women nearby turns to her. 

“You wanna join? They’re playing some kind of ball game in the pool.”

She doesn’t. She doesn’t want to strip off in front of people and she also doesn’t really like swimming pool games, since she can’t swim. But then she thinks of Maria’s voice in her head, telling her she has to show Elvis what he’s missing out on. And how long it took for the two of them to agree on a bikini. She should probably try and show willing, and at least this seems easier than making small talk about other people’s small children. 

“Yeah, why not.”

There are so many people chaotically stumbling around, taking their clothes off, shouting and some even pushing each other into the pool that Tegan feels like she gets in fairly unnoticed. Elvis notices though. He has to make an effort to keep his mouth from falling open. She has the most tattoos of any woman he’s ever seen, and as she turns to fold her dress up and place it on the lounger, he notices she has the best ass he’s seen in a long time too. He watches her get into the pool slowly and carefully, standing at the shallower end. This is actually not less distracting than her being on the lounger at all. This is a lot more distracting. The only solution is to cause as much chaos as possible. 

“Alright, let’s go!” He shouts, and then absolute pandemonium breaks loose. 

There are people diving for the ball left, right and centre, people being tackled, pushed under the water and all the while they’re shouting for some kind of judgement from Elvis as if he’s an impartial referee. But he just keeps changing the rules. Tegan looks in disbelief as it all unfolds around her. A lot of the guys are the same sort of age as Elvis and not all of them look in as good health as he does, so it’s somewhat alarming to see them behaving in such an unhinged way over a beach ball. He continues to make arbitrary decisions on scores and yells at the top of his lungs whenever one side seems to be clearly winning against the other. Tegan has a strong urge to put her fingers in her ears. She had imagined a much more sedate affair when she’d heard the words Saturday afternoon barbeque. She knew that Elvis and his friends had a reputation of being loud and even a bit obnoxious when they were younger, pulling pranks and playing games, but she hadn’t thought they’d still be doing it in their sixties. When everyone starts to slow down due to obvious tiredness Elvis suggests a five minute break and Tegan breathes a sigh of relief.

“Why don’t you get in here, E?” Someone calls. 

“Nah. I’m good.”

Sonny shakes his head, deciding he’s had enough of being told what to do for one day and getting out of the pool. 

“You’re going in. Up to you whether you take your shirt off first.”

Tegan watches as the pair of them scrap, laughing and slipping around on the edge of the pool before Sonny jumps back in and pulls Elvis, fully-clothed, in with him. 

“Sonofabitch,” Elvis laughs, whipping his head round to get his wet hair out of his eyes. 

Tegan can’t help smiling to herself seeing him so wet. It seems like justice since he’d been one of the primary instigators of making so much noise. 

“That’s what you get for not joining in,” she mutters. 

Elvis spins around, finding her right behind him. “Oh. Is that so, Queenie? Ya don’t look too wet yerself.”

Before she can say anything in response he starts splashing her. She squeals and jumps up to sit on the side of the pool, wiping her face with both hands. Grateful she didn’t take Maria’s advice and put a full face of make-up on. 

“You’re going to ruin my hair,” she tells him as he stands between her legs, a hand on either side of her hips on the side of the pool. “It took ages, you know.”

“It still looks good,” he tells her, unable to help himself gazing into her eyes. 

“Well I’m sure it looks better than yours right now,” she replies, a teasing smile on her face. 

“What d’ya mean?” He demands, fake outrage in his voice as he pushes it back from his face and tries to style it into the way he used to wear it in the 50s. “Ya don’t like this?” He curls his lip into a sneer and she cracks up immediately. He looks like one of those impersonators she sees at the seaside when she goes home. A middle-aged man pretending to be something he’s not. 

“I love it,” she replies, still sniggering. 

His eyes trail over her body almost against his will and hers linger on the way his wet shirt is clinging to his torso. He breathes out a little sigh. She looks so damn good in this bikini, he thinks. He has to move before he does something he regrets.

“Right, that’s enough rest for you reprobates. Back ta the game!”

Tegan lets go of the breath she didn’t realise she was holding, and slides back down into the pool for another round of fight to the death over a beach ball. She looks over at him a few times, now playing as well as deciding all the rules, and feels a tingling start between her legs. He looks good all wet, she thinks. She breathes out hard and narrowly avoids being hit in the face by the ball, dodging to the side and then getting out of the pool. That’s enough watersports for one day. 

She pulls on her cover up and lies back down in the sun, wondering again what’s going on with Elvis. He had looked so close to kissing her, but then changed his mind and went back to the game. She just can’t figure him out, and eventually she gives up trying, unable to work it out with just pure logic. Instead she wonders when this so-called barbeque will actually start. She tries asking a few people but only gets vague responses. She’s getting really hungry, but it seems like everyone else is just content to drink and play pool games, and she still can’t find Lisa, though she’s afraid to venture too far into the house. Elvis is still avoiding her, so she starts to wonder exactly what she’s doing here at all. She decides maybe it’s time to leave. 

“Elvis.” She stands next to his lounger, her bag on her arm. 

“Yes, honey.”

“I’m gonna go. I um… yeah I think I should go.”

She sees his face start to screw up in confusion and then decides she can’t manage this conversation and turns on her heel, quickly striding through the outdoor area and into the house. 

Lisa sees her walking through the house with her bag on her shoulder, heading for the door, and runs to where her dad is still sitting, dumbfounded. “If you don’t go after her, I will. And there’s no telling what I’ll say.”

Elvis sighs and gets up, picking his way through the people and their possessions, all strewn about the place. 

“Tegan! Tegan! Wait!”

She’s right at the front door, and she knows she could just open it and leave. But there’s that pull again, that magnetism. It’s like she’s powerless to resist him. She turns around, reluctantly, and finds him much closer than she’d imagined. He puts a hand on either side of her shoulders, against the door, almost pinning her there. He’s panting a little from moving so quickly and she can feel his breath on her face.

“Don’t go, Queenie.”

His wet hair flops down into his face and his blue eyes stare deeply into hers. She feels like a tiny insect under a microscope, trapped beneath his gaze.

“I don’t know what’s going on, Elvis. I can’t take these mixed signals anymore and I… I just want to go home. Everything here is so… loud.”

As if to prove her point, there’s a loud bang from outside and then a cheer. 

Elvis carries on looking at her in that intense way, really wanting her to stay now.

“Okay, they are a little loud,” he concedes. “Sorry, honey. And I… I’m sorry ‘bout the other thing, too. But I don’t want ya t‘leave.”

His eyes flick down to her lips and then back to her eyes. He can’t help himself. The way her cover-up is sticking to her wet bikini top, making it see-through, is driving him crazy and all he wants to do is kiss her. And then run his fingertips all over her body.

He’s so close she can feel the heat radiating off him. There’s something in his eyes that makes her think he’s going to kiss her, and then when she looks back at him he does, soft lips pressing gently against hers. He pulls back, and before he can ask if that was okay, she’s tugging his head back down to crash their mouths together this time. Elvis Presley is kissing her in the doorway of Graceland. And he’s just as good a kisser as the girls’ annuals and gossip magazines when she was a teenager suggested he might be. His tongue explores her mouth patiently and gently whilst hers presses urgently deeper and deeper, her hand on the back of his neck pulling him in closer. She wants all of him. She wants this kiss to just go on forever. 

When they eventually pull apart, they stare at one another breathlessly for a minute and then both giggle, like teenagers. 

“C’mon. Yer not gonna leave now, are ya?” Elvis asks.

She smiles. “No, I guess not. Although I’m going to have to have some of this promised barbeque food soon, I’m starving.”

“Thought ya seemed a little hungry,” he teases, taking her hand and pulling her back outside. 

***

Elvis instructs someone or other to fire up the barbeque and manages to tear himself away from talking to everyone else to spend some time with Tegan. After actually being fed and drinking more than a few cocktails, Tegan and Lisa get to talking and by the time she looks around the party has really thinned out. She sees Elvis laying back on a lounger, surveying the mess and listening to the dying sounds of the party inside. She gets up and wanders towards him and he spreads his legs, patting the space between them. 

“C’mere.”

Despite the kissing and the cocktails, Tegan is still not about to sit right up against someone unless they specifically ask, so she settles somewhere near the bottom of the lounger. Elvis shakes his head and clicks his tongue, grabbing her hips and pulling her towards him so that she’s right between his legs, her back against his chest. It’s one of his old moves that he barely thinks twice about, although he really hasn’t tried it for a long time. It works though, she relaxes against him, smiling at the feeling of him wrapped around her, his arms around her waist. 

He kisses her temple. He’s missed touching a woman like this, but he can feel it all coming back to him like riding a bike. “Y’look so good, Tegan,” he murmurs in her ear. 

She giggles. “It’s Teh-gaan,” she teases. 

He squeezes her more tightly and exaggerates the Welsh pronunciation in her ear, his breath tickling her. “Teeeeehhhh-gaaaaan.”

She keeps giggling, trying to wriggle away from his tickling lips. “Stop it! Ha!”

He kisses underneath her ear and thinks of something. “Is it Welsh? What does it mean?”

She nods. “It means darling. Or, loved one. Or, literally, toy.”

Elvis’ eyes light up and he nuzzles her neck. “Little Tegan,” he murmurs. 

“Tegan bach,” she replies. 

“What?”

“That’s “little darling” in Welsh.”

“Say it again.”

She turns her head to look at him. “Tegan bach. You have to make a noise like a cat hissing. Chhhhhh.”

They both snigger, and Tegan thinks that this is her favourite way to be with him. When his face is all scrunched up with amusement and his eyes are shining. When he’s looking at her like she’s the only girl in the world.

“Tegan bach,” he tries, and it’s not a bad attempt. 

“Yeah. That’ll do.”

She lies back down again and he nuzzles into her neck again too. There’s something very comforting about it for both of them, and part of both of them wants to stay in this position forever. But that’s not practical. 

“I should go home,” she says, after a while. 

Elvis sighs. If he were much younger he’d definitely have asked her to stay. But she’s probably right about going home. 

“Can I drive you?”

“Yes please. I’ve had too many margaritas to do it myself.”

They walk towards the front door together, Tegan gathering her things on the way. Elvis tells Sonny what he plans to do, and that he’ll call when he gets there so someone can pick him up and take him back to Graceland. Luckily Sonny had decided not to drink, having the feeling he might be needed for some foolish task or other. He doesn’t like Elvis doing this kind of thing, although he’s bothered a lot less by fans than he used to be, it still seems like an unnecessary risk. On the other hand, he hasn’t shown this much interest in a woman for a long time. So Sonny just nods and says he’ll wait for the call. 

There aren’t many dedicated gate fans nowadays, and certainly not at this time of night, so no-one sees Elvis driving a woman out of Graceland in her car. As soon as they’re clear of the gates he pulls Tegan closer to him, his arm around her shoulders for most of the journey. She’s not sure that’s exactly safe, but she likes the way it feels so she doesn’t say anything. 

She lets him into her apartment so that he can use the phone, and once he’s got hold of Sonny he sits down in her armchair. 

“He’ll be fifteen or so. Why don’tcha c’mere?”

Once again, Tegan isn’t sure exactly what he means, and she thinks it’s a bit forward to just sit on his lap, so she walks towards him until she’s stood between his spread thighs. He shakes his head a little and with what she considers to be a surprising show of strength, picks her up with his hands on her waist and plonks her down so she’s sat straddling his thigh. She rests her hands lightly on his shoulders, trying to steady herself as she feels her heart beating out of her chest. 

“Can’t take my eyes off ya,” he tells her, his hands running all over her body. 

She blushes, then leans forward and captures his lips in another kiss. Smiling against her, his big hands run up her thigh, her back. 

“Can ya take this off?” He mumbles against her lips, pulling lightly at the sleeve of the cover-up. 

She nods and pulls it up and over her head, sitting there in just her bikini now. He can tell how much she likes kissing so he pulls her into another passionate one, feeling as she responds, her hands on the back of his neck, tongue exploring his mouth. She starts to rock her hips just a little, enjoying the feeling of rubbing herself against him. She loves the way his hands hold her, with just the right amount of pressure. One makes its way to her hip and starts to help manoeuvre her, dragging her against him. She breathes a little harder and presses her body against his, leaning her head on his shoulder. His fingers grip her hips as his other hand moves there too, rolling her pussy against his leg. He tries to listen for her reaction, but she’s so quiet he can’t tell if she’s getting anywhere. 

“Is it good, honey?”

Tegan breathes out a little sigh. “Yeah.”

He kisses her neck as he carries on moving her, bouncing his leg a little at the same time, listening as her breathing gets faster and louder and she lets out a tiny moan. 

“Relax, baby. Yer all tense.” 

He can feel her body, taut like a bow, like she’s straining for something. She is. It’s good, but it’s not getting her anywhere, and she can feel herself getting frustrated. Just then, there’s a bang at the door. Sonny. She jumps up and reaches for her cover-up, pulling it back over her head. 

“You better go.”

Elvis is stunned at how quickly she moved. And he can’t remember the last time he left a woman unsatisfied. 

“I uh… Sonny can wait y’know. If ya wanna finish.”

Tegan laughs. “Sonny’ll be waiting until the sun comes up at this rate.”

She sees Elvis’ reaction and immediately realises what she’s said, putting her hand over her face. “I didn’t mean… it’s not your fault. It’s me. I’m like this.”

Elvis shakes his head, getting up and putting his arms around her. God, he really wants to stay. If only he could. “Not your fault at all honey, I rushed it. I’ll take my time, next time.”

Tegan looks at him, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, next time, is it?”

“Mmmm.” He pulls her into another kiss and she feels dizzy. 

There’s another bang at the door. 

“You better go.”

“Mmmhmmm.” Elvis puts his lips to her ear again and murmurs, “think of me while ya finish, hm?”

Tegan grins, letting him kiss her goodbye and then watching as he walks down the stairs to the door. 

It wouldn’t be the first time, she thinks to herself.

***

Part 3

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[guiltysungho]

— Mona lisa

genre : tags. fluff, childhood crush, class clown x class president

pairing. high school classmate!woonhak x gn!reader

wordcount. 1110

a/n. we are so back!! i hope y’all like this. idk how often ill be writing here cause school but feedback is always appreciated as usual.

@onedoornet

It was time for english class, one of the few classes you enjoyed, and yet you weren’t rushing in the same direction as your classmates. The echoing siren of the school bell resounded through the halls around you as you stared at your hand firmly locked in his grip, letting the force pulling you forward drag you along further.

With the sudden silence in the air, you brought your feet to a stop and pulled your hand out of his. Honestly, you wanted to yell at him but that would only put you in more trouble. You stood face to face in the stairwell, while you kept your eyebrows furrowed with a slight pout in your lips, he couldn’t help but smile at his accomplishment.

Before you could turn your back to make your way back to your class, his hand met yours once again. Now all your face reflected was worry. You glanced at your hands watching as his fingers slipped in between your fingers, holding onto you.

“Trust me” you looked up at him with the sound of those words, he smiled softly, the same smile you had seen throughout your school years, and somehow this time it felt different.

You gave him a quick nod, pushing all your anxious thoughts behind and letting him guide you into his world, the same way you had done for him.

Once you finally reached the storage room you felt his grip loosen, and through it seemed like the normal thing to do, you felt it in your chest like a stab in your heart. The more you tried to act like you weren’t thinking about it, as you watched him move things around, trying to unlock the window as quickly as possible, the more you found yourself realizing that you didn’t just like the feeling of his hand squeezing your knuckles.

Tutoring the Kim Woonhak wasn’t a good nor a bad thing, he wasn’t a lost cause but he wasn’t interested either. Most days you’d stay behind in class together, he’d have his seat backwards while facing you, then he’d ask about your day, and it never stopped there. With all the preparations you had done, mentally and concretely, he would always find a way to make you talk, and you never really wanted to stop because you never really got to talk anywhere else.

“You know, you have a really soothing voice. Like whenever you’re called up to read out I try to stay awake just to listen to you.” he said that once, while you were lecturing him on pronunciation. You stared at him for a while after that, a mix of embarrassment and relief bubbling in your belly.

The only constant would be the work you would give him to have done for the next session, which he always did, you would let him talk to you while you corrected his answers. You weren’t sure how you got to the point of skipping class with him but that was where you were now.

Did it even make sense to fall for your classmate on the last day of high school? You shook the idea out of your head, you lost your chance, if you ever had one to begin with.

“I’m going to go first, it’ll be easier to help you out from outside.” he told you as you stood by the half open window, he could see your weariness and placed a hand on your head patting gently.

“Do we have to do this?”

“Of course not, but where’s the fun in that?” You hadn’t realized you were holding on to the corner of his shirt till he took your hand off gently, holding onto it carefully, “I promise you’ll feel better once this part is over.”

So you watched him climb out the window, keeping guard incase of any trouble. Before you knew it he was out and it was your turn.

“Be careful y/n. Don’t worry too much if you fall I’ll catch you.” He tried to keep his voice down while yelling these words at you, somewhat reassuring words that helped you put your foot out.

You were a lot slower than he was and he was a lot more patient than you were, the wall wasn’t incredibly tall but you couldn’t shake your fears away so easily. His voice kept you grounded, indications on where you could put your hands to get lower. Soon enough you felt his hand on your leg guiding you and you were able to relax.

“I got you, you can let go.” He held on to the back on your knees and your back, you followed his instructions, keeping your eyes shut, and ended up in his arms.

The moment you opened your eyes, you were met with his face, closer than you expected, closer than he has ever been to you. You turned your gaze away hoping he would put you down, and you could just ignore it, but he doesn’t so you look at him again.

Your wide eyes, lips slightly open, eyebrows confusedly furrowed only made him amused, while your heart pounded louder in your chest each time his eyes would land on your lips.

It was embarrassing. You turned your head away, tapping on his arm for him to put you down.

As soon as you felt your feet on the ground, you created some distance between the two of you walking a few steps further from him. You let him hand you your bag while maintaining the space, trying to avoid his obvious staring at the same time.

His hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back to his side. You tried to release yourself from his grip, struggling to break the bind.

“What are you doing?” He laughed watching you try to shake his hand off.

“…You’re too close.” You looked up at him hesitantly, you hated that his smile had any effects on you, but the more he looked at you flashing his perfectly shaped teeth, the more you wanted to just give in.

“You don’t want me close?” He titled his head, seeming almost offended.

You stared at him confused, he was teasing you, you thought as you glanced at the corner of his lips, curved up as it usually was whenever he made fun of you.

“Should I make it more obvious?” He asked as he leaned in closer. You felt an urge to back up, to look away, you were scared because you knew nothing of this. As his hand found it’s place at the back of your neck, you wondered to yourself. Had it been obvious this whole time?

[lostbookmark]

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Summary: You thought planning your wedding was going to be a magical memory. You didn't realize that it might make you second guess everything.

Pairing: Fiancée Yoongi x Insecure F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Hurt-Comfort

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Toxic Family, Arguments, Sex Toys, Self Doubt, Over Thinking, Unprotected Sex, Yoongi Overworking Himself, Reader Needs To Speak Up

A/N: I finished the epilogue!! I hope everyone that's celebrating Thanksgiving or Friendsgiving has an amazing one!

You walk down the sidewalk with your two best friends flanking each side of you. Today was the THE day! The thought of wedding dress shopping has been eating at you for a week now. You were finally going to have to face your mother for the first time in person since she practically kidnapped you to look at overpriced venues that she could only dream about. You were thankful that Yoongi's mom couldn't be here today. You didn't want her to witness what was sure to be a shit show. You had promised to send her pictures.

“Are you absolutely sure that you want both of them here?” Jisoo asked as the three of you approached the boutique.

“I get inviting your mom but….your sister. I think you have gone nuts,” Lisa says.

“I told you,” you say as you stop walking to look at them. “She and I are fine. Things are getting better.”

It's not a lie. Things have definitely been getting better between you and your sister. While the two of you haven't met up in person since that fateful day in the coffee shop in February, you have talked and texted a lot. It might not be every day, but you do communicate several times a week. It’s mainly mundane topics and wedding talk, but that was perfectly okay with you. This is how you found out that your mother has every intention of buying you her dream wedding dress. That poofy, sparkly princess dress that you absolutely hate. You are pretty sure that someone is going to walk out of the shop today crying, and it's not going to be tears of joy. Will it be you or your mom? You are hoping it's the latter.

You can see your mom and sister standing outside of the wedding dress boutique as the three of you finally get closer to the destination. Lisa throws her long hair up in a ponytail and takes her hoop earrings out before throwing them in her purse that hangs at her side. You throw her a look of confusion, and she shrugs.

“If I have to fight, I need to be ready,” she whispers loudly.

“There will be no fighting,” Jisoo counters. “We are here to support our friend. This is a very special day.”

“I will support her by punching a bitch if I have to,” Lisa hisses.

“Listen,” you say, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. “I'm really stressed out right now. I really appreciate your willingness to fight, but please, please don't do it today.”

“I make no promises except for that I will try,” she tells you as she rolls her eyes.

“Good enough,” you grumble and continue your walk forward.

As you approach your family, you can see that your mom and sister seem to be in some sort of heated discussion. Your sister has her arms crossed over her chest and is shaking her head vigorously while your mom looks like she is attempting to scold her. Great. You clear your throat, and your sister quickly turns to you, giving you a tight smile.

“Finally,” your mother says, looking at you with a pinched look on her face. “I must say that I'm surprised that I was still invited here after all the trouble you're going through to ignore me.”

“Now is not the time to talk about this,” Jisoo said gently as you bit the inside of your cheek. “Why don't we go into the store and look around some.”

Jisoo takes your moms arm and directs her into the dress shop. Lisa stays near you and glares at your sister, who glares right back at her. You nudge Lisa and point to the door to the boutique. Taking your hint, she huffs and walks past your sister, growling at her as she passes to go into the store.

“She really hates me, doesn't she? " Your sister asks, as she turns her attention away from Lisa.

“She's just protective,” you say in defense of your friend.

“Listen, mom bought you the dress,” your sister tells you. “Mingyu and I overheard her on the phone last night confirming the details when she was over for dinner.”

“What?” You ask with wide eyes.

“Yeah, Mingyu even kicked her out of the house when we confronted her about it. He said she needs to learn to respect our wishes, and if she can't, then she's no longer welcomed in our home. She is pissed at me because I won't back her up,” she says quickly as she shoots a look to the large window you two were standing in front of.

“Holy shit,” you say, looking at the ground as you let her words sink in. “Is that what you were talking about just now?”

“Yeah, she wants me to call off the wedding,” she says with a roll of her eyes. “She always said how he was the perfect man. How he was so good-looking, rich, and how we looked so good together. Now, he stood up to her, and she wants me to get rid of him.”

“You're not…” You start, but she cuts you off.

“NO!” She exclaims. “I'll choose Mingyu over her every day.”

There is a knock on the window of the boutique. You look and see Lisa waving for the two of you to come in. Glancing at your watch, you see it's almost time for your appointment to start.

“We will have to talk about this later,” you tell her, and she nods her head in agreement.

“You ready?” She asks, walking over to the door and opening it for you.

“As I'll ever be,” you respond and walk into the shop.

“No,” you say as you look at the dress that's hanging on a champagne fabric wrapped hanger in your moms hand. You are positive it’s the one that she bought for you.

“You don't even know what it looks like until you try it on,” your mom argues. You look to your friends or sister for help, but they are busy looking through the dresses on the racks spread throughout the room to notice. “Please, just try it on. What harm is it going to do?”

You snatch the hanger, maybe a little too roughly out of her hand, and head to the dressing room to shut her up. You feel shy upon entering the room that was surrounded by mirrors when an attendant accompanies you inside. She takes the dress from you and hangs it from a gold hook on the wall. You quickly undress as she unlaces the back and pulls the zipper down, getting it ready for you to step into. You watch as she expertly lays it out on the floor that you hoped they cleaned before your appointment. You might not like the dress, but you don't want to ruin it. You carefully step into the material barefooted as she gently pulls the dress up your body. You close your eyes and take in how the dress feels heavy on your frame. That wasn't a good sign, and you can't bring yourself to look in the mirror. You know that you probably look ridiculous.

“You can look,” she says gently after she finishes zipping you up. “It's a little big on you. We would have to take it in some.”

One…two…three. You open your eyes, and you stare at yourself expressionless in the mirror as soon as you see the reflection of yourself. You look like an abominable snowman, a marshmallow, a cotton ball. The dress was stark white with layers upon layers of tulle in the skirt that made you feel like you were being swallowed up by the fine netting. The bodice was covered in probably hundreds of iridescent beads that were scraping your inner arm, irritating it. They were accompanied by a plunging sweetheart neckline, showing off way more skin than you would like for your wedding day. Especially in front of Yoongi's family. You hated it. You knew you would.

“We have plenty of other silhouettes that you can try on,” your attendant tells you as she takes in the look of disgust on your face. “Brides go through so many dresses before they find the one of their dreams. It's okay to not like this one.”

“I have to show my mom,” you tell her. “This is the dress of her dreams.”

“What about your dreams?” she asked, smiling sadly at you almost like she understood what you were going through. You wonder how many brides come through here trying on dresses to make others happy. You hope it's not many.

You shrug and give her a small smile in return. Leaving the room, you go back out onto the floor and stand in front of a set of cream colored couches where everyone sat. Your mom lights up as she looks at you being swallowed by all the tulle. Her hands pressed against her chest as she beams at you. Of course, your pageant mother loves the over the top dress. Jisoo's face is cringing, and she's trying to hide behind her phone, Lisa is literally straight up pointing at you as she silently laughs, and your sister is subtly shaking her head no at you.

“Turn, turn,” your mom says, as she pulls out her phone to begin snapping pictures. “I told you. It looks perfect on you. Do you have a tiara? She needs a veil, preferably with a long dramatic train. ”

“I don't want a tiara,” you grumble, but your mother brushed you off with a wave of her hand.

“How about we try something else,” your sister says, interrupting your mother as she walks over to you and hands you another dress. This one, thankfully, seems like it had much less material.

You cautiously take the dress from her and head back inside the dressing room while lifting the skirt of the dress so you don't trip. You carefully take the heavy dress off once the door closes with help, and you try on the next dress without really looking at it. The attendant makes a noise of surprise as she buttons you into it. She steps away and smiles at your reflection in the mirror.

“It fits perfectly. It doesn't even need to be altered. Go ahead and take a look,” she said encouragingly.

You turn with a deep breath and slowly open your eyes to look in the mirror. She was right. It fit perfectly against your body and hugged you like a glove. The vintage sleeveless, lace mermaid dress flowed beautifully as it hugged every curve of your body. The off-white color seemed to be much more flattering compared to the stark white marshmallow, making it seem much more elegant and simple. It made you feel beautiful. It was perfect.

You turn and glance at the back of the dress before doing a small circle, trying to see every view of the dress. You loved it. You absolutely loved it. Damn it, you can feel yourself start to cry. You understand now why women always cry on those dress shows on tv. You can actually envision yourself walking down the aisle to Yoongi in this dress. It felt magical. It felt right.

“I think this is the one,” she said, handing you a tissue so you can dab at your tears. “Like it was meant to be.”

Wiping your eyes, you take a deep breath and go out to the floor once again. You take one look at your best friends and the damn breaks. Tears start falling rapidly now, and you can hardly keep up with catching the droplets.

“Oh, sweets,” Lisa said, crying along with you.

“It's so beautiful on you,” Jisoo said over Lisa’s whaling as she took several pictures of you.

“A perfect fit,” your sister said softly, smiling at you.

You are able to calm yourself after a minute and turn some circles for them. Your hands run over the floral lace fabric as you once again look in a mirror off to the side in the main room. You don't want to look at your mom. You can imagine what her expression is. It's probably an angry, sour expression. You have to quickly remind yourself that this is not about her. You are not going to let her take this moment from you.

Your attendant approaches you again. Reaching up, she clips a veil in your hair and lays the train out flat behind you. Lisa cries louder, and Jisoo shushes her as she lightly pats her on the back. You finally look at your mom, and she's quietly staring at you. You think her eyes look glassy. This is it. You know it is. This is the one.

“I'll take it,” you say with a smile as you look at the attendant. “I don't need to see anymore. This is the one.”

Leaving the store, you button up your jacket with Lisa and Jisoo right next to you, the latter holding your dress. Your mom and sister leave last, but your mother comes around and stands in front of you, stopping you from being able to walk away from her.

“Umm,” Jisoo said and looked at you. “I'll get this home. Don't worry, I'll keep it safe.”

“Thank you,” you say softly and hug her goodbye.

“Do you want me to stay?” Lisa asks you but stares directly at your mom. “I have all day.”

“You know what, Lisa,” your sister says, and Lisa's eyes snap to her. “Why don't you and I grab a coffee. My treat.” Lisa's sharp eyes turn to you, and you nod your head, yes, encouraging her.

“Fine, only because you are paying,” Lisa sniffed and squeezed your hand in departure.

You sigh as you watch them walk away. You didn’t want to be alone with your mother, but you can't stand the stress of avoiding her anymore. It's been getting to you more than you want to admit.

“I must say,” your mom said, nodding her head. “You looked beautiful.”

“Really?” You asked shocked, not expecting those words to come out of her mouth.

“Yeah,” she sighs. “I still like the first dress better, but you looked…happy. I think it's the first time I've seen you happy in a while. Our last interaction…you seemed…angry. Even right now. You seem so tired.”

“Mom,” you sigh and dig your hands in your pocket. “It's wedding planning….it's stressful.”

“He should have been there looking at venues with you and not me,” she tells you, and it makes you roll your eyes.

“It's not like you gave us a chance to do it on our own,” you argue.

“Has he helped at all?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“He's helping the best he can,” you defend him. “He's just busy right now. His job is important.”

“So, that's a no,” she sighs and shakes her head. “You're so young, Y/N. I know Yoongi is handsome, talented, and rich, but that will only get you so far. I want you to be sure about this. Divorce isn't fun. Are you sure he is the one?”

“Mom,” you say, rolling your shoulders trying to ease the tension. “Thank you for worrying about me, but I'll be fine. Yoongi, he loves me, and I love him. Even if he weren't talented and rich, I would still love him, and I would still marry him.”

“What happens when you have children? Will he be there then, or will work still be more important? You don't know what it's like to take care of two sick children at the same time…alone….no help because I do,” your mother argues. “I don't want that for you. Your dad was like him. Always busy, never enough time for the family, and always running to his office as soon as things got hard.”

“Yoongi won't do that to me,” you argue back. “He's not going anywhere. Mingyu isn't going anywhere. Stop trying to control us before you lose us for good.”

With that, you walk away before she could say anything else. You didn't need her to try and plant any more seeds of doubt in your head. Yoongi was not your father. He knew exactly how you grew up and was sure he would do better for your future children. He would show them love and shower them with attention. Right? You're positive he will. He will show them unwavering support and their number one cheerleader. Right? Yes, of course he will. Hopefully.

You lie on the couch, scrolling through your phone later the same day looking at shoes to match your wedding dress. You have plenty of heels, but none are off white in color. A part of you wonders if you can get away with going barefoot. You wanted to take the option of comfort over stylish. The dress is long and would definitely cover your feet, but you are sure the winery probably would not allow it due to health codes. Flats? Possibly, probably the best option.

The front door swings open suddenly, startling you, and Yoongi quickly comes into the apartment. The door slams shut behind him, and he's on top of you before you can even fully react to him being home. You look at him with a startled expression, which he kisses off your face.

“What's going on?” You ask as you lay frozen underneath him.

“I have good news and better news,” he said, biting his bottom lip. “Which one do you want first?”

“Good news,” you say warily.

“One, Jimin is my best man so that way he can walk with Lisa down the aisle. Hobi and Jin are fighting over the second spot. It will get figured out before our tux fitting. Which….I made the appointment today. Two, I also made an appointment at the jewelers downtown to find our wedding bands next week. Three, I started planning our honeymoon,” he explains and gives you a big kiss on the mouth.

“What's the better news,” you ask as you push him away with a smile.

“Oh, we finished the album,” he said casually.

You gasp and launch your body up off the couch. You wrap your arms around his neck, effectively knocking the two of you off the couch and onto the floor. He lands first with you, landing right on top of him. You might have hurt your knee upon landing, but it will be fine.

“Done! Like completely done?” You ask, looking down at him.

“Well, like 98 percent done,” he said, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “ Do you remember the two men from Darling Media that you met?” he asks, and you nod your head, yes. “We have a meeting with them next week to work out a contract for promotional stuff. Then, that's it. It's done.”

“That's amazing,” you say and slide off him, sitting on the floor.

“You don't seem happy. What's wrong?” he asks, coming to sit next to you.

“I'm really happy,” you tell him. “It's just I know that you will probably have another album to work on right after, and we will be right back in the same place.”

“I promised you that I would try harder to make time for you….for us,” he said, lightly grabbing your face and making you look at him. “Jungkook has been doing amazingly well. He will be able to shoulder a lot more responsibility. Also, we are in talks to hire another producer. Things are going to get better.”

“Does that mean you are going to be home tonight?” You ask him and stare down at your hands. Yoongi tilts your chin up and kisses you firmly on the mouth.

“I’m going to take a super quick shower and change,” Yoongi informs you. “I have to go back in to finalize some things, but I WILL be home tonight.” You nod your head and give him a small smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you tell him.

You get back on the couch as Yoongi heads for the shower. Lying back down, you smile to yourself. You felt as though a huge weight lifted off your shoulders, knowing that he had taken some initiative with the wedding. You haven't even had time to think about the honeymoon, but he has. It makes you feel giddy thinking about where you were going to go. Knowing him, it's probably going to be somewhere private with very few people around. That was perfectly fine with you. You just wanted to be with him, whether it be somewhere tropical or holed up in your apartment.

You hear Yoongi exit the bathroom after a few minutes of being lost in your thoughts, and you turn back to the endless pages of shoes on your phone. Would lace flats be too much? Maybe they should be a solid color instead. You chew on your bottom lip, and you go to the next page on the website.

“Baby,” Yoongi calls out from the bedroom. “What is this box in the closet?”

Box? What is he talking about? Your eyes suddenly widen in realization and sprint off the couch and make your way to the bedroom as quickly as you can. You see Yoongi unlatching the black latches on the damn red chest holding the unmentionable items and opening the lid.

“No,” you squeak out and jump on his back, but it is too late.

“Baaabyyy,” he said in awe as his eyes took in Lisa's gifts. “Holy shit is that a tentacle?” He grabs that pink and purple textured object, staring at you, mouth completely agape. He picks up the black leather cuffs next and smirks at you before moving them to the side. He reaches in further to pick up a small box that you didn't see before. Yoongi opens it and makes a choking sound as he pulls out a chain with something dangling off the ends. “Baby,” he said breathlessly.

“I don't even know what that is,” you say, hiding your face. “I didn't buy any of this.”

“I will send Lisa a thank you card,” Yoongi said as he held the chain in front of your face, and his eyes flicker to your chest as he licks his lips. “They’re nipple clamps.” You gasp and cover your chest with your hands. Your face turns beet red.

“Put them back,” you squeak.

“Why are you embarrassed?” he asks. “We are going to be married. It's good to be open about these things. I know I enjoyed playing around last time.”

“You did?” you ask in a small quiet voice.

“Yeah,” he assured you. “If it makes you uncomfortable, then we don't use anything. If you want to experiment, then I will fully support you.”

You smack him lightly on the chest. He just chuckles and places the clamps back in their case and closes the lid. He doesn't, however, put them back in the chest that was once hidden. You lift an eyebrow at him, and he gets up and places them on his bedside table.

“Just in case,” he says with a smirk.

You take a deep breath and slowly release it as you watch him get dressed. You felt like you could finally breathe. It wasn't a breath riddle with anxiety and worry. It was smooth and easy. You just hope that it stays that way.

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[pillow-anime-talk]

jjba month ; fourth day.

synopsis: Giorno and Bruno had no idea that Abbacchio had a younger, quite adorable, little sister.

# tags: scenario; strangers to friends; light drama; kinda comedy; gang!au; drug, death and blood mention; rather sfw

includes: female reader ft. giorno giovanna and bruno bucciarati (ft. rest of the gang in the background) {jjba 5}

author’s note: big bro abbacchio :(((

“… I don’t think this is a good idea, Leone.” You said once more as your brother grabbed the metal handle of the dark door. He just laughed softly under his breath and then turned to you.

“Y/N, I know that my job and my friends aren’t the nicest things in the world, but I promise you that everything will be fine. And if any of them make you feel bad or make fun of you, I’ll just kill him ro them all.” He replied in a serious tone, although you could feel a hint of amusement and joking about the situation in his voice. Of course, you were sure that your older brother would help you if necessary, but uncertainty and fear of your potential being pushed into the background still grew in your heart. And if that happened, you wouldn’t have anywhere to go and nothing to do with yourself; your parents had long since disappeared from your lives, you were doomed to the help of your older brother, he was the only one left in your life.

You responded with a nod, and then entered the small building after your brother. The house, the main and current residence of several men, was small but spacious and had the most necessary things: a bathroom, a few beds and blankets, a kitchen with a coffee machine and a few electronic devices such as laptops, walkie-talkies and GPS transmitters. The most important place seemed to be a table with a few cigarettes and guns on it, around which stood two couches and a few armchairs – that’s where the five men were sitting.

“… Abbacchio, where have you been. We have some things to discuss.” Said one of the men with blond hair. “Where have you been all this t… Oh.”

“This is my younger sister, Y/N. She’ll be staying with us for a while. Maybe longer, if she doesn’t find a job and a room to rent.” Without much trouble, he said to his friends, and then sat down on the couch next to what you thought was the youngest of them all. “Be nice to her, especially you, Fugo.”

“… Abbacchio, I don’t think it’s safe.” One of the men, whose hair was covered with a cap, whispered. “There are too many criminals, smugglers and drug addicts passing by. Something could happen to her.”

“Mista, I don’t think it’ll put her off. She’s more afraid of you not liking her than of blood being spilled during our missions. Besides, I taught her how to use weapons, she once did an internship in my police unit. She also has an extraordinary stand... It will be useful to us during the missions.”

You watched the conversation of the handful of men attentively, and your eyes crossed with the leader of the group and the blond-haired man, who seemed to be slightly worried about the whole situation, more than once. So you forced a light, somewhat charming smile towards both strangers.

At that moment, you could have sworn that the black-haired man choked on air slightly, and the other blushed hard on his cheeks and nose, which seemed funny to you, considering their professions and their earlier, very serious and distrustful expressions towards you.

Well... Maybe working with your older brother’s friends won’t be as scary as you thought at first? Also this whole situation will result in… something interesting.

previous day ; jolyne cujoh, ermes costello & foo fighters ♡ next day ; lisa lisa

[cryonme]

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐀𝐭 𝐔𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

—graham dunne x fem!reader

—summary: the story of you and graham dunne was never simple, but his love for you never faltered.

— word count: 2.7k

—tw: addiction, implied drugging, alcohol, cursing, reader says she "doesn't wanna be here anymore", very obvious signs of mental illness, the works...

—a/n: so... I did not intend for this fic to be this long or this sad, but here we are. I'm breaking it into two parts so its easier to read, part two is coming shortly!! I apologize for how sad this is lol but I promise its a happy ending story! also, sorry for how I wrote daisy! she's my girl and I love her, it was just for the plot I swear! this is the first fic I've posted in about 6 months so im rusty, please be kind! and please, don't read if anything listed in the triggers is going to upset you, I want you all happy and comfortable! XO

(flashbacks in italics)

Nothing was ever Daisy’s fault, was it?

At least, that’s what Graham Dunne thought when he got a call from Karen saying his girl was wasted at a party with Daisy attached to your hip.

She should have known what you were struggling with, she should have known that you couldn’t handle a party, she should have known this wasn’t what you needed. Daisy Jones should’ve fucking known.

To be completely fair, they really all should’ve known. You’d been around since day 1. Everyone knew better, Daisy just happened to be the red corvette.

-

“You can’t keep doing this, my love.” Camilla whispered oh so gently, holding your hair back from your face, pressing a cold rag to your neck.

It was a small gig, at some shitty bar called Tony’s in Pittsburgh. The band always had a couple beers and maybe a shot or two before a show but you had begun to need more. You snuck vodka into your water bottles and begged the bartenders to sneak you a couple free extras by pulling your top down and leaning over the bar, using your forearms to push your tits up. 

It worked every time. Pigs.

“Can do whatever I want.” You slurred, cheek pressed to the toilet seat.

But damnit, you knew she was right.

Tony’s wasn’t the first time.

There was Rod’s, and The Ladie’s Room, and The Shiner Saloon, and some girl named Lisa’s 18th birthday party. It was becoming a pattern, everyone could tell.

You always went back to your house after a show. Your parents had been completely absent since you were 15, you never knew where they were. And after every show, their cars were never once in the driveway.

A safespace.

Billy would sit outside of the bathroom, head leaning against the door while Graham waited in the living room, arms crossed and head down, not wanting to listen to your cries and shakes of pain.

Eddie would retreat to the guest room, but he usually wouldn’t be able to fall asleep til he heard the click of your door next to his.

Warren would be passed out on the couch as soon as you all walked through the door, not that he didn’t care about you immensely, but the poor kid could just not stay awake if he was tired.

“I wanna go to bed.” You said.

Camilla sighed, “Are you sure you’re ready?”

You nodded and so did Camilla. She got up to get Billy like she always did, and he’d come and pick you up off of the bathroom floor, as he always did, and carry you to your room and lay you on the bed, letting Camilla make sure you’re comfortable, like she always did.

Graham would come in and ask how you’re doing, like he always did, and he’d make himself comfortable on your floor with throw pillows and spare blankets, like he always did.

But that night, after Tony’s, things changed.

“I can’t do this anymore, Graham.” You whimpered.

Fuck.

This was early days, Graham was still awkward as hell and didn’t know how to go about things like this.

“Do what?” He croaked, mustering up the courage to be there for you.

“This. I can’t live like this. I’m afraid I’m gonna kill myself.”

Graham was up in an instant, reaching for the doorknob. “Do you want me to get Camilla?”

You shook your head, “No, please. Just-” You wiped a tear from your cheek, “Will you just lay with me?”

“Anything.” Graham breathed as he settled into bed next to you. You immediately wrapped your arms around him, being too drunk to care about any awkwardness and Graham was thankful.

“We’ll get you out of this, promise.”

-

That was the last time anybody saw you drink anything besides a beer or two, following that was shirley temples and cherry cokes.

Nobody really knew the heaviness of addiction then, but they knew that you were happier, and that’s all that really mattered to them. You were even laughing at Warren’s jokes and Billy and Eddie’s lame bickering, everything felt okay.

“You don’t drink?” Karen had asked, the first time you properly met in California, while she was digging through the fridge searching for a beer. You shook your head, hoping you weren’t going to get some crazy reaction like you were a zoo animal in a cage like you got from most people.

She just nodded, a small smile playing at her lips as she pulled two coca cola bottles from the fridge, popping them open with her ring and handing you one.

“Cheers to that.”

You were sober enough to realize you were in love with Graham, and confident enough to tell him. And man, he could’ve exploded.

There was a celebration, at the house in Laurel Canyon, just the 7 of you.

Warren recalls later that Graham looked like he’d been dipped in sunshine and rainbows.

“Like he’d just smoked sunshine and been fucked by a rainbow. It was crazy, man.”

Well, almost.

You’d been around the band multiple times while they drank and it was never a problem. You’d have the first round of beers with them then tap out, but you always stayed and had fun, smoked a couple joints and cigarettes, never without a mocktail or coca cola in your hand. Sometimes, usually Karen or Camilla, someone would join you on the sober night, and that always felt really nice.

That night had felt different, you were scared.

-

“I’m gonna fuck him up Warren…” You said as you laid on the floor with the drummer as Down By The Seaside by Led Zeppelin played from the record player, Warren laughed.

“Yeah you are.” He said, his tone suggestive as he bumped his elbow with yours.

You rolled your eyes, fighting the heat creeping into your cheeks. “You know what I mean, man. I’m gonna ruin him.”

Warren had known you long enough and listened to enough of the songs you wrote to where he’d like to think he knew you pretty well.

And you never opened up out of the blue unless you were drunk.

“Have you been drinking?” He asked, not looking up from the ceiling. You scoffed.

“I still have a beer here and there, Warren.”

“You know what I mean, man.” He repeated your words back to you and you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“I’m going to bed.” You said and stood up, trying your hardest not to stumble or slur.

“Honey…” Warren started, pushing himself off of the floor to try to stop you.

“NO!” You whipped around, flipping your hair so forcefully it stung your face but you were quick to pull it back.

“Don’t fucking- don’t fucking do that, man!” You started, holding a hand up. “My own friends don’t even fucking trust me i’m just constantly babied! Do you know how that feels?”

At that point, Karen, Eddie and Billy had tuned in, being in the kitchen. Camilla and Graham must have been elsewhere, he had always confided in her like a sister.

“Hey–” Billy tried to interject with a hand on your wrist but you were quick to pull away.

“Huh?! Do any of you know how that feels?!” You were borderline screaming now, and everyone was speaking to you so softly, hands slowly trying to grasp you and it made you want to scream even louder.

“How dare you ‘ccuse me of something like that asshole?” You were beginning to slur your words, the tequila you’d snuck from Warren’s room starting to hit pretty heavily, making your eyes droop and words slur.

“Baby, please-” Karen started, making the move to grasp your arm but you turned and lost your balance, nearly falling but Eddie was quick to catch you, he held on tight and didn’t dare let go until you calmed down or Graham came back. Billy had left minutes ago to find him and Camilla, who had taken a walk so he could freely gush about his new girl without the chances of anyone else hearing.

“Need you to calm down, babe.” Eddie whispered, running a hand up and down your arm for comfort.

“None of you even care!”

Warren shook his head alongside Karen, both of them had squatted in front of you, doing their best to provide what you needed.

“That’s not true.”

“I fucking hate you all!” 

“You don’t mean that.”

“I don’t wanna be here anymore!”

And then he said your name.

You froze.

He was gonna leave you, you were so sure of it. You worked so hard to be better for him and it didn’t work.

“No…” You whimpered and you swore you saw Graham break in front of your eyes.

“You can’t- you can’t see this.”

But he didn’t care. He knelt in front of you and Eddie and gathered you into his own arms, completely silent as he carried you to his room and you wanted to disappear into him so badly.

“‘M so sorry…” You slurred, and still he was quiet. You let him undress you and replace your pretty top and flared jeans with his own tee shirt and boxer shorts.

You watched as he changed into a similar outfit as you picked at your nails. “Graham, I-”

He sighed and placed his hands on either sides of your cheeks, placing a firm kiss on your forehead that only made you cry harder. You brought your hands up to grip his wrists, not willing to let go of the feeling of his lips on your skin.

“I’ve ruined everything, haven’t I?”

Graham was silent again as he pulled you into his bed with him, covering you both with the large duvet.

“Not in the slightest.”

-

That night was really the last night anybody had seen you get drunk like that.

Then, Daisy Jones came along.

And you learned how to keep bad habits a secret.

Tequila and mints in the bathroom, water and cherry cokes with the band. A shot of jameson to fall asleep. Champagne to wake up, brush your teeth. A beer in the shower after lunch, leave the evidence in Warren’s room since there were hundreds of empty ones anyway.

It’s not like Daisy was teaching you one on one, you just started watching her, and you liked the way she got away with it.

No one told Daisy about your issue either, you could hold your own and you had asked them not to, so lips were sealed.

But it took everything in Graham and Billy not to tell her to tread lightly every time they saw the two of you sneak off on your own.

And now here was Graham Dunne, sitting in the driver's seat of the van outside of God knows who’s house, with Camilla in the passenger’s seat and Billy in the back. Moral support. 

“Want us to come with you?”

Graham shook his head. “I need to do this alone.”

Billy scoffed, “I’m not gonna let you go in there with our two hot headed alcoholic rage sisters. Cam, you stay here.”

“Nope, you go I go. You two get our girl, I’ll handle Daisy.”

The three bickered a moment but finally settled on their plan. Graham and Camilla would take you, while Karen and Billy took Daisy, since the blonde girl drove.

“Fucking finally.” Karen exasperated as she saw her friends walk into the backyard of the party while trying her hardest to hold you upright.

“Where is Daisy?” Billy spat immediately, making eyes around the party. You had always been like a sister to him, in the way Camilla was to Graham, and he could’ve killed the redheaded girl in that moment.

“Beats me.” Karen said, passing off your deadweight into Graham, who was quickly supported by Billy. Your head lulled onto your boyfriend's shoulder, recognizing him as a source of comfort even in your inebriated state.

It made his soul ache.

“Is Simone here?” Camilla asked.

Karen shook her head, “Was. Split as soon as she and Daisy got into a fight. Offered to take this one” she nodded her head at you “home with her but I figured it’d be best if you guys came.”

Graham shook his head, “You made the right call, thank you.”

“Yeah, well uh, I sure as hell can’t drive. Got drunk as hell before even stepping foot in the backyard, soon as I saw (Y/n) I stepped in and called you guys immediately.”

“Do we need to get Daisy?”

“That’s a fight you sure as hell don’t wanna have. Yelled at me just for taking ‘her best friend’ away from her to get her some water.”

Billy rolled his eyes.

Graham and Billy began making their way out of the party with you slung around their shoulders, and Camilla walking arm in arm with a very drunk Karen who kept tripping over feet.

And suddenly red hair and sparkling eyes were in front of them.

“Ohhh no, what happened to my girl?” She tried to touch your face but Billy pulled you away, ready to say something before Graham spoke up, surprising everyone.

“Your girl, Daisy?!” His voice boomed, no doubt you’d be embarrassed if you were in any way conscious. “This is my girl, our girl.” He gestured to the rest of the group. “And I’d say it’s in your best interest to leave her the hell alone from now on.”

-

Graham was a mess when he got you home.

Daisy ended up at the house not too long after the rest, explaining she didn’t know the situation, apologizing profusely, informing them all you had been drinking for months. She told them in a sullen voice that you hadn’t been this bad last time she saw her, that she thinks someone must have done it to you.

Graham understood, he did. But he couldn’t look at Daisy. How could she let you out of her sight, to allow someone to do this to you? It made his stomach turn. Billy was next to his brother this time, in the living room, a hand resting on his shoulder, squeezing from time to time, and instead of standing Graham sat with his head in his hands, creating knots in his hair as he ran his fingers through it. Cam and Karen had you in the bathroom, after seeing the panic in Graham’s eyes they decided to take over that part, knowing it wouldn’t be easy for him to see. Warren stayed up, and Eddie didn’t retreat to his room, Daisy paced back and forth outside of the bathroom, biting her nails. Graham could hear it, it was driving him nuts.

“Would it kill you to be quiet for two seconds, Daisy?!” He groaned, running a hand over his red splotchy face.

Everyone knew that Graham was just upset and taking it out on Daisy, the red corvette, which wasn’t exactly fair, but they also knew better than to argue with Graham at that point.

“You know what, Graham?!” Daisy stomped into the living room, planting herself in front of the Dunne brothers with her arms crossed.

Graham didn’t look up.

“Hey, I’m talkin’ to you!” Daisy used her thumb and pointer finger to grip his chin and pull his face up to look at her and she immediately felt guilty at his tear stained cheeks and glassy eyes.

She sighed, and crouched before him.

“I know it’s hard, and I’m so, so sorry this is happening to her. But she makes her own decisions, Graham. No one could’ve stopped her.”

Graham nodded, but still wouldn’t look in her direction. “Will you go check on her, please?”

Daisy would later tell the story with a frown on her face, and she’d recall never being that scared for another person before, despite the smile she put on for Graham.

“I didn’t-” She took a breath, “I’d never seen it that bad before, at least not while I was sober. I thought she was going to die.”

Daisy retreated to yours and Graham’s shared room shortly after discovering she couldn’t stomach staying in that bathroom, deciding to make herself useful by getting the bed ready, fluffing the pillows and retrieving some fresh clothes for you to wear to bed, making sure she grabbed ones that smelled like your boyfriend. She dropped the clothes off in the bathroom, and passed along the message to Graham from Karen and Camilla that it was time to take you to bed.

This had been Billy’s job, since before The Six was even The Six, that’s how it went. But things had changed, Graham had grown, and it was his turn.

part two coming soon!

[slutpinks]

HAPPY NEW YEAR.....

WELCOME 2025

Lalisa Manoban x 2 male readers

8k words

( Ringing in the new year at ICONSIAM ✨ Wishing everyone a Happy New Year and cheers to greater things in 2025🙌 )

Lisa’s movement come to an abrupt halt as she stares at me in disbelief.

“Your friend Y/N2 wants to… what?”

Her brows furrows, a mixture of confusion and offense in her expression.

“Y/N, are you serious right now?”

I swallow hard, suddenly regretting bringing up such a sensitive topic in the midst of our sex session.

“I, well, he mentioned it to me, and I… I didn’t know how to respond. I wanted to ask you first, before making any decisions.”

Lisa’s eyes narrow, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

“Absolutely not. There is no way I am going to sleep with your friend, Y/N. I am with you, and you alone.”

Her voice drops to a low, warning tone.

“If Y/N2 even thinks about laying a hand on me, he’ll have to answer to me.”

I nod quickly, my hands raising in a placating gesture.

“Of course, of course. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up. It was stupid of me.”

I pull her close, pressing a contrite kiss to her forehead.

“You’re the only one for me, Lisa. I promise.”

A few moments later, Lisa’s eyes sparkle with a newfound excitement as she grinds her ass against my throbbing length.

“Is Y/N2’s cock really that huge, Y/N?”

She purrs, her voice dripping with curiosity.

“If you want me to find out, then I suppose I’ll have to agree to his request…”

With a deep, shuddering breath, Lisa leans in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. When she pulls away, her expression is one of pure, unadulterated desire.

“Yes, Y/N… I want to be used by both of you. I want to feel your cocks stretching me, filling me to the brim. Please, make it happen.”

Her hips resume their sensual movements, her walls clenching around me in anticipation of the depraved acts to come. The though of being shared between us has her positively thrumming with excitement, and I can’t wait to see her fantasy become a reality.

I give Lisa’s bouncing ass a firm slap, eliciting a gasp of delight from her.

“Oh, my lily, you sure are an insatiable slut, aren’t you, baby?”

I growl, my grip on her hips tightening.

Lisa looks at me with a proud, sultry smile.

“Yes, Y/N, I am. But I’m only yours, my love.”

Her expressions turns coy as she adds,

“Though I suppose I could let your friend Y/N2 have a little fun with me as well. After all, I’d do anything for you.”

The thought of sharing Lisa’s luscious body with my friend has my blood boiling with a mix of possessiveness and excitement. I pull her down for a bruising kiss, my tongue plundering her mouth as I savor the taste of her.

“That’s my good girl,”

I murmur against her lips.

“I can’t wait to see you take us both. You’re going to be such a good little slut for us, aren’t you?”

Lisa’s eyes sparkle with excitement as she clenches my cock tighter.

“You were about to call Y/N2, right? Well, go ahead and do it! In fact face-time him, and I’ll tell him the good news myself.”

She giggles mischievously, positioning herself so the camera can clearly see her riding my shaft.

“I want him to see how I’m taking your cock, Y/N. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to see how I ride cocks.”

With a wicked grin, Lisa reaches for my phone, her movements sensual and deliberate as she dials Y/N2’s number. The anticipation is palpable as we wait for him to answer, both of us eager to unveil our depraved plans.

As Y/N2’s face appears on the video call, the first thing he asks is whether Lisa has given permission. Lisa, who is currently riding my cock behind the camera, mouths the words

‘Y/N2 sure is eager.’

With a mischievous grin.

Reaching over, Lisa takes the phone from my hand and positions it towards her. With a sultry moan, she calls out Y/N2’s name.

“Ohh, Y/N2, yes darling, I accept your demand.”

Lisa’s hips continue their sensual movements, her walls clenching around my throbbing length as she speaks.

“I can’t wait to have you join us, Y/N2. The three of us are going to have so much fun together.”

She winks playfully, her free hand trailing down her body in a tantalizing display.

As Lisa ends the call, she tosses the phone aside and pulls me into a searing, passionate kiss. Breaking away, she shares her idea with a mischievous grin.

“What if we both fuck me tomorrow, before my big performance? Wouldn’t that be just so hot and awesome?”

I can’t help but slap her ass playfully, flipping her around so I can whisper into her ear.

“My, my, my sweet, loving girlfriend is giving such a deliciously slutty idea, hmm?”

I chuckle, nuzzling her neck.

“Well, who am I to deny such a tempting offer? Yes, baby, it’s going to be so much fun having you all to ourselves before you dazzle the crowd.”

My hands roam her body possessively, already eager for the depraved acts to come. The thought of sharing Lisa’s luscious form with my friend has my blood boiling with excitement. Tomorrow is going to be a night to remember, that’s for sure.

As I increase the speed of my thrusts, Lisa turns her head and smirks teasingly.

“Ooh, someone’s already excited. Come on, baby, give it to me as hard as you can.”

She clenches her walls around me, urging me on.

“Claim me, Y/N. I want you to fill me up with your cum.”

Her words only serve to stoke the fire burning within me. With a guttural groan, I grip her hips tighter and pound into her relentlessy, chasing my release. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the air, accompanied by Lisa’s breathy moans of pleasure.

Just as I feel the familiar coil of tension building, Lisa cries out, her walls fluttering around me. That’s all it takes to send me over the edge, and with a few more desperate thrusts, I spill myself deep inside her, claiming her as mine.

As I collapse onto Lisa's back, my spent cock still pulsing inside her, I quickly succumb to exhaustion, falling fast asleep. Lisa giggles softly, realizing her silly Y/N has worn himself out from our passionate lovemaking.

“Oh, my silly Y/N,”

she whispers, tenderly brushing the hair from my forehead.

“You fucked me so hard, you've only got tired and collapsed.”

She places a gentle kiss on my cheek.

“Sleep, my love. Tomorrow's a big day.”

With a contented sigh, Lisa settles in beside me, savoring the feeling of my softening length still nestled within her. She can't wait to see what delights the morning has in store.

 Next morning as we enjoy a leisurely breakfast at the restaurant, I can’t resist whispering to Lisa,

“You remember, right? You’re getting used by me and Y/N2 today. Are you excited my love?”

Lisa’s eyes light up with anticipation, and she leans in close, her voice dropping to a sultry purr.

“Oh, Y/N, I’m positively thrilled!”

She paused, a mischievous glint in her gaze.

“Although, I do wonder… will Y/N2 be able to satisfy me the way you do??”

Her fingers trail teasingly along my arm.

“I suppose we’ll just have to find out, won’t we?”

The thought of sharing Lisa’s affections has my blood boiling though, but I can’t deny the excitement building within me. I pull her into a possessive embrace, my lips brushing against her ear.

“Don’t you worry, my darling. By the time we’re through with you, you won’t be able to walk straight.”

Lisa shivers with delight, already eagerly anticipating the depraved acts to come. The stage is set for an unforgettable 31st night filled with pleasure and passion.

Lisa leans in close, her breath tickling my ear as she whispers in a sultry tone.

“Oh, Y/N, you know I’m always unable to walk straight when someone other than you uses me. Like the managers, and now Y/N2, darling.”

She giggles, clearly delighting in my growing jealousy.

I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks as her words sink in. The thought of my girlfriend being shared with other, even if it’s at my own behest, stirs a possessive rage within me.

“Lisa, you’re mine,”

I growl, my grip on her tightening.

“No one else gets to have you like that.”

She merely laughs, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Oooh, someone’s getting all jealous here. Don’t worry, my love, you know you’re the only one who can truly satisfy me.”

She places a teasing kiss on my lips.

“But that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun with Y/N2, too.”

After the breakfast we left for the venue.

As we arrive at the venue for Lisa’s performance, Y/N2 is already waiting there. The moment Lisa spots him, her eyes light up and she runs towards him, jumping into his arms. Without hesitation, she pulls him into a hungry, passionate kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth eagerly.

When they finally break apart, Lisa greets him with a coy smile.

“Y/N2, I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

She runs her fingers through his hair, her gaze smoldering with desire.

As I approach, Y/N2 shakes my hand, a mischievous grin on his face.

“Your girlfriend is truly an insatiable slut, isn’t she?”

He chuckles, glancing over at Lisa with a hungry look.

Lisa giggles, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She pulls Y/N2 into another searing kiss, her body pressing against his.

“I’m so excited to see your cock, Y/N2,”

She purrs, breaking the kiss.

“I hope it’s big and thick, just the way I like it.”

Y/N2 responds by giving her ass a firm smack, eliciting a gasp of delight from Lisa.

“Don’t worry, slut. You’re going to be thoroughly used, I can promise you that.”

His voice is laced with a dominant, possessive tone.

Lisa jumps out of Y/N2’s arms, pulling him into another passionate kiss. Then, she turns to me, capturing my lips in a searing embrace as well. With a coy smile, she takes both of our hands, guiding us towards her changing room.

As we walk, Lisa leans in close, whispering string of filthy comments that have our blood boiling with excitement.

“I can’t wait to have you both inside me… I want to feel your thick cocks stretching me, filling me up. I’m going to be such a good little slut for you.”

The anticipation is palpable as we reach the privacy of her changing room, eager to indulge in the depraved acts to come.

Lisa hears the sound of the door closing, but she remains in Y/N2’s arms, savoring the taste of his mouth. After a few minutes, she breaks the kiss and jumps out of his embrace. With a mischievous giggle, she comes running towards me and pulls me into a possessive hug, her lips crashing against mine in a passionate kiss.

When she finally breaks away, Lisa is positively beaming, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Y/N, my love,”

She purrs, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest.

“I just couldn’t resist Y/N2’s temptation. But you know you’re the only one for me.”

She chuckles, her gaze darting between the two of us.

“Now, how about we have some real fun?”

Lisa turns to face Y/N2 under my hug, with my arms wrapped around her from behind, resting on her belly. She giggles a little, feeling slightly ticklish.

“So, Y/N2, how are you feeling?”

I ask, my voice low and anticipatory.

Lisa glances back at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She reaches a hand up to caress my cheek, then turns her attention to Y/N2, a sultry smile playing on her lips.

“Mmm, I can just feel the excitement building, can’t you, Y/N2?”

Her fingers trail down his chest, toying with the hem of his shirt.

“I hope you’re ready to have some real fun with us.”

Y/N2 settles into a nearby chair, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. I scoop Lisa up into my arms and carry her over to the couch, settling her comfortably on my lap. She giggles, mischievously, turning to face Y/N2.

“So, Y/N2, tell me – what is it about me that’s got you so captivated, hmm??”

Lisa purrs, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my thigh.

“Is it my seductive dance moves? My provocative performances?”

She bites her lips coyly.

“Or maybe it’s the way I twerk that really gets you going?”

Y/N2 leans forward, his gaze locked on Lisa’s every movement.

“It’ all of it, Lisa”

He admits, his voice thick with desire.

“Watching you on stage, moving your body so sensually – it’s been driving me wild. I can’t wait to finally get my hands on you.”

Lisa giggles, her hips shifting subtly in my lap.

“Well then, Y/N2, I hope you’re ready. Because Y/N and I are going to make all your fantasies come true.”

Lisa giggles shyly, her cheeks flushing with excitement.

“Thanks, Y/N2. And yes, I always do it for my horny fans.”

She winks playfully.

“And look, you’re one of them – you get the opportunity to actually lay your hands on me. Yay, how cool and exciting for you… and for me!”

Her hips shift subtly in my lap, teasing Y/N2 with a tantalizing glimpse of her alluring form. The anticipation is palpable as the three of us bask in the promise of the depraved acts to come.

“Can we start now? To fuck her?”

Y/N2 asked in hesitation.

Lisa giggles at Y/N2’s hesitation, amused by his eagerness.

“Yes, yes, of course you can, darling,”

She purrs, her fingers trailing down her chest.

“But…”

Her expression turns coy as she looks up at him.

“Did you remember to bring condoms, Y/N2?”

Y/N2’s face falls as he realizes he’s forgotten that crucial detail. His brow furrows in concern.

“Oh… no, I didn’t. I didn’t think to bring any.”

“I – I thought… you’d let me do it raw, so I didn’t bring any condoms.”

Lisa pretends to be shocked, her eyes widening in feigned surprise.

“What?! Let you do it raw? You’re not even my boyfriend! How could I possibly let you do that?”

She giggles, clearly enjoying Y/N2’s discomfort.

Lisa stands up from my lap, moving with a seductive sway in her hips as she approaches Y/N2. She gracefully settles herself on his lap, gazing at him with smoldering eyes. Without hesitation, she pulls him into a hungry, passionate kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth.

“Maybe then you’ll just have to enjoy the kissing, Y/N2.”

She purrs teasingly, breaking the kiss.

“At least for now.”

Lisa giggles, her fingers tracing the outline of his lips before she leans in for another searing embrace.

As Lisa continues kissing Y/N2 passionately, he resigns himself to the fact that he may not be able to fully satisfy his carnal desires with her today. Realizing he might lose even the chance to kiss and caress her body, Y/N2 decides to make the most of the situation. His hands begin to roam over Lisa's curves, gently squeezing her ass as he savors the feeling of her soft skin and the taste of her lips.

Lisa hums in approval, grinding her hips teasingly against Y/N2's lap. She knows she holds all the power here, and she revels in the control she has over the two men. Breaking the kiss, she looks at Y/N2 with hooded eyes, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Mmm, that’s it, Y/N2. Enjoy the taste of me while you can.”

As Lisa continues pleasuring Y/N2 with her mouth, still maintaining her coy play, I approach them and playfully spank her ass.

“Stop teasing him, lily. He came here to enjoy, not to be teased by you.”

Lisa breaks the kiss, giving me a scolding glance.

“Silly, you ruined my plan!”

She then turns back to Y/N2, a bright smile on her face.

“Don’t worry, Y/N2. You can have me raw.”

Lisa’s words send a jolt of excitement through Y/N2, and he pulls her into another passionate kiss, his hands roaming her body with newfound fervor. Lisa melts into his embrace, eager to fulfil his every desire.

Lisa stands up from Y/N2's lap, pushing me playfully to sit on the chair as well. With a seductive sway of her hips, she begins a tantalizing strip tease for the both of us. Fully embracing her inner slut, Lisa performs a series of provocative dance moves - intentionally spreading her legs, twerking her pert ass, and slowly peeling off her clothes layer by layer.

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she teases us, her movements fluid and sensual. The sound of fabric rustling and the occasional gasp or moan from Lisa only heightens the erotic atmosphere. Y/N2 and I watch, transfixed, as more and more of her flawless skin is revealed, our desire building with each passing second.

Finally, Lisa stands before us in nothing but her lacy black lingerie, her chest heaving with excitement. With a coy smile, she hooks her fingers under the delicate fabric, pausing for a moment to savor the anticipation. Then, in one swift motion, she removes the last barrier, leaving her gloriously nude before our hungry gazes.

As Y/N2 sees Lisa completely naked for the first time, his eyes widen in awe.

“Oh my god, she’s so beautiful!”

I agree, nodding enthusiastically.

“Yeah, she is, right?”

Y/N2’s gaze roams hungrily over Lisa’s form.

“God damn right, Y/N. She’s so beautiful, hot, and sexy. Look at those curves, that shaved pussy, and those perfectly round boobs. She’s a total piece of meat, a rape fantasy come true.”

Lisa giggles playfully at Y/N2’s crass objectification of her. She saunters over to him, a scolding yet coy look on her face.

“Y/N2, you naughty boy. How dare you call me a ‘rape meat’?”

Her voice drops to a sultry purr.

“Although… I can’t stay I entirely disagree with you.”

Y/N2 grins unapologetically.

“I can’t help it, Lisa. You’re just too perfect, too tempting. You’re the ultimate rape fantasy, and I want nothing more than to make it a reality.”

Lisa comes close to us, taking both of our hands and standing us up. She pulls Y/N2 into a deep, passionate kiss, her body pressed against his. As they kiss, I move behind Lisa, my body brushing against her bare back and ass. Y/N2 breaks the kiss, his hands roaming Lisa's curves, worshiping her ample breasts. Meanwhile, I reach around from behind, my fingers gently teasing and caressing her already wet, sensitive clit.

Lisa moans softly into Y/N2's mouth, her hips rocking back against my touch. The air is thick with desire as we all indulge in the sensual exploration of her body.

I nibble playfully on Lisa’s earlobes, gently blowing air into her ear as Y/N2 continues worshiping her body. Lisa hums in pleasure, her hands gently caressing Y/N2’s hairs.

“Mmm, Y/N2, tell me – how long have you craved me like this?”

She asks, her voice dripping with seduction as she leans into his touch.

Y/N2 pauses, his gaze locked on Lisa’s face.

“Ever since I first saw you perform, Lisa. Your captivating stage presence, your sensual movements – they’ve been driving me wild. I’ve wanted nothing more than to have you, to worship every inch of your perfect body.”

His hands squeeze her breasts reverently.

Lisa shivers with delight, pressing herself closer to Y/N2.

“Then what are you waiting for, hmm?”

She purrs, her eyes gleaming with wanton desire.

“Take me, Y/N2. Show me how much you want me.”

Y/N2 and I continue our tender ministrations, worshipping every inch of Lisa’s captivating body. We take turns kissing her, setting a 10 minutes timer to ensure equal time with our beloved. I take her left nipple int my mouth, gently suckling, while Y/N2 attends to the right. However, Y/N2’s eagerness gets the better of him, and he nips Lisa’s perky bud a little too firmly.

Lisa lets out a playful gasp, slapping Y/N2’s head lightly.

“Naughty boy!”

She scolds, pouting adorably.

“You need to be more gentle with these sensitive little things.”

She giggles, guiding his mouth back to her breast, silently urging him to make it up to her.

Lisa giggles shyly at Y/N2’s request, her cheeks flushing with excitement.

“You want to see me perform ‘Money’ completely naked, hmm?”

She bites her lip coyly.

“Well, who am I to deny such a devoted fan?”

Pushing us both back onto the couch, Lisa cues up the music and begins swaying her hips to the beat. As the song progresses, she incorporates extra provocative, sensual steps, accentuating the movements of her naked body. Her pert breasts jiggle deliciously with each roll of her hips, and her toned ass cheeks ripple as she twerks shamelessly.

Her movements were impeccable. Controlled and precise, showing that she was a true professional. Lisa danced, she was currently spinning on the floor with her legs completely open. After a few minutes of hypnotic dancing, she took a couple of steps to cover the distance between her and Y/N2, standing directly in front of him. Without saying a word, she put her hand on his shoulder and began to sway to the rhythm of the song. Soon she began to spin around you, getting closer and closer to his body. Now Y/N2 could better appreciate her beauty, which was truly stunning, but he could also see from a closer distance how delicious her curves were.

Y/N2’s eyes are glued to Lisa’s mesmerizing performance, and he quickly sheds his own clothes, stroking his already hard cock at the sight before him. It was when she passed in front of us that Y/N2 was able to see just how bubbly and juicy her ass is, and her buttocks are, and how they bounced lustfully with each step. Each sound of her legs touching the ground was accompanied by a tremor in her ass and thighs. That not just drove Y/N2 but me crazy as well. Lisa’s gaze flickers to Y/N2, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she continues her seductive dance.

As the part of the choreography where Lisa spreads her legs arrives, Y/N2 cheers enthusiastically, stroking his cock faster at the sight. Lisa holds nothing back, shamelessly displaying her bare, glistening pink pussy as she continues her seductive dance. She improvises the choreography, incorporating even more provocative, slutty movements that have Y/N2 transfixed.

Lisa’s hips sway and gyrate with unbridled sensuality, her pert breasts bouncing with each roll. She locks eyes with Y/N2, a coy smile playing on her lips as she twerks shamelessly, putting on a show just for us. The air is thick with desire as we drink in every inch of her flawless, nude form.

Just as Lisa is about to finish her seductive dance, Y/N2 can no longer her desire. He stands up and rushes towards her, turning her around hungrily. Lisa giggles and purrs,

“oh my, my, look at you – so really hungry for me.”

Y/N2 gently whispers into her ear,

“Lisa, may I… may I fuck your thighs?”

His voice is thick with need.

Lisa immediately gives him permission, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Y/N2 gently pushes Lisa’s upper body down, guiding her into a standing doggy position. With a soft moan, he slides his magnificent cock between her slick thighs, the tip brushing against her glistening folds. Y/N2 begins to thrust, his hips rocking as he fucks Lisa’s thighs, her arousal coating his shaft.

Y/N2 moans as he continues thrusting between Lisa’s slick thighs, his cock glistening with her arousal.

“Fuck, your girlfriend is coating my cock with her juices. She’s such a little slut, isn’t she?”

He says, glancing over at me.

I chuckle, nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, she loves taking cocks.”

“I always knew she was a total slut after seeing her performances.”

Y/N2 chuckled.

Lisa fake coughs, feigning annoyance.

“I can hear you two, you know,”

She huffs, through her tone is playful.

“But I suppose you’re right – I do love being a slut for my adoring fans.”

She glances back at Y/N2, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Now, are you going to keep talking, or are you going to fuck me properly??”

Y/N2 tugs firmly on Lisa’s hair, his voice low and commanding.

“Not before you beg us to fuck you, slut.”

Lisa smiles, relishing Y/N2’s dominant tone.

“Ooh, dominance, huh Y/N2? Well then…”

She looks at us with pleading eyes.

“Please, boys, please fuck me properly. I need your cocks inside me, right now!”

Y/N2 and I exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between us. Just then, a knock comes at the door.

“Lisa? It’s one of your backup dancers. There’s only an hour left before the performance!”

A voice calls out from the other side.

Lisa’s eyes widen with urgency.

“Oh god, now boys, please! I only have an hour. Can you please fuck me already??”

We agree to Lisa’s desperate plea, and gently guide her to the couch. She sits down, her eyes rolled back, tongue darting out, legs spread wide to give us a full view of her glistening pussy and puckered asshole.

Before we can begin, I stop Y/N2.

“Hey, let’s play a quick game of rock-paper-scissors. Whoever wins gets to take Lisa’s ass.”

Y/N2 grins eagerly.

“Deal. I’m fine with losing, as long as I get to enjoy that sweet pussy of Lisa Manoban. That’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!”

We play three intense rounds, and I emerge victorious. Y/N2 lets out a dramatic sigh, but the excitement in his eyes is palpable.

“Alright, you win. But don’t think I’m going to go easy on that pussy of hers!”

As we both approach Lisa, she eagerly wraps her legs around Y/N2’s waist, her hands gripping his shoulder for support. Y/N2 aligns his throbbing cock with her glistening, welcoming pussy lips, pausing for a moment.

“Are you sure she can handle this, Y/N?”

He asks in concern.

I chuckle, positioning myself behind Lisa.

“Bro, you said it yourself – she’s a total slut. I bet she can take five cocks at once, one in each hole and two in her hands.”

Lisa glanced back at me over her shoulder, a playful pout on her lips.

“You’re going to pay for all this slut-shaming when Y/N2’s not around, mister Y/N!”

She scolds, before turning her attention back to Y/N2.

“Now, what are you waiting for? Fuck me already!”

Lisa gently presses and pushes Y/N2’s cock into her welcoming pussy. She giggles a little at his little cautiousness, she then pulls him into a deep, passionate kiss. As they break apart, Lisa looks at him with hooded eyes.

“Don’t worry about hurting me, Y/N2. I want you to treat me like the ‘rape meat’ you called me earlier.”

Her voice drops to a sultry purr.

“I want you to ram your cock down my pussy, all the way to my womb. Rape the shit out of me, Y/N2. Fill me with your unbreakable lust.”

Lisa’s words ignite a primal desire within Y/N2. With a guttural groan, he grips her hips and begins to thrust into her roughly, his cock pounding her cervix. Lisa cries out in ecstasy, her nails racking down his back as she meets his every savage stroke.

As Y/N2 pounds into Lisa’s pussy with wild abandon, she turns her head over her shoulder and playfully scolds me.

“What are you waiting for, Y/N? We only have 45 minutes left!”

Her voice is laced with urgency and a hint of mischief. I quickly move in behind her, aligning my throbbing cock with her tight, puckered asshole. With a firm grip on her hips, I begin to push inside, stretching her deliciously as I fill her up.

Lisa cries out, her body trembling with the sensation of being so thoroughly stuffed. She rocks her hips, impaling herself on both our cocks, her inner walls clenching around us in ecstasy. The air is thick with the sounds of our frenzied lovemaking, the impending deadline only adding to the intensity.

Y/N2 grips Lisa’s hips, guiding her to bounce on both our throbbing cocks. As he eases the work for me, I take the opportunity to reach around and squeeze her ample breasts, pinching and teasing her sensitive nipples. Lisa cries out in pleasure, her body trembling with the sensation.

“Ohhh, yes, don’t stop! Fuck me harder, use me like the dirty slut I am!”

She moans, her eyes wild with lust. She arches her back, pressing her chest into my hands ass she rides us with wanton abandon.

The air is thick with the sounds of our frenzied coupling – the slick slide of our cocks, the wet smack of flesh on flesh, and Lisa’s desperate cries of ecstasy. Time seems to stand still as we lose ourselves in the throes of passion, determined to wiring every last drop of pleasure from our shared encounter.

Y/N2 slows down the pace, guiding Lisa’s movements up and down our throbbing cock at an agonizingly slow tempo. With each downward thrust, he presses her body firmly against us, burying our shafts to the hilt within her quivering, slick heat.

Lisa moans throatily, her head thrown back in ecstasy. She clenches her inner muscles, milking our cocks as we fill her completely. The delicious friction and the feeling of being so utterly stuffed has her teetering on the edge of orgasm.

“Yes, that’s it! Fuck me, use me, make me your dirty little slut!”

She cries, her nails digging into Y/N2’s shoulders as she rides us with wanton abandon.

As Y/N2 maintains the slow, deliberate pace, I challenge him with a playful grin.

“If this tempo goes on for another 15 seconds, I bet Lisa’s going to cum like a bitch in heat.”

Y/N2’s eyes widen in disbelief.

“No way, that’s impossible!”

I chuckle, pulling out my phone and setting a timer for 15 seconds.

“Let’s put it to the test then.”

Y/N2 resumes the agonizingly slow thrusts, determined to prove me wrong. But as the timer ticks down, Lisa’s body begins to tremble, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around our throbbing cocks.

“Ohh fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

She cries out, her voice rising in pitch as the orgasm overtakes her. Her back arches, and she gushes around us, drenching our groins in her hot, sticky release. Her eyes rolled back, tongue darting out making a cute expression.

The timer hit zero, and I grin triumphantly at Y/N2.

“Told you so.”

Lisa’s body trembles with the intensity of her climax, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around our throbbing cocks. As the waves of ecstasy subside, Y/N2 playfully spank her ass cheeks, one after the other, before pulling her into a hungry, passionate kiss.

“Wow, Lisa, you really are a bitch in heat, aren’t you?”

Y/N2 growls, gazing down at the wet floor, drenched in her copious squirt.

“Just look at you – you’ve made such a mess.”

Lisa giggles at Y/N2 appreciation, then turns her head to me, pulling me into a deep, sensual kiss. Her tongue dances with mine as she shares the lingering taste of our combined fluids.

I glance over at Y/N2 with a mischievous grin.

“Would you like to see her cum again?”

Y/N2 furrows his brow in confusion.

“But she just came, Y/N. How can she –”

His words are cut off as I gently touch Lisa’s sensitive pussy, sending her into a mind-shattering orgasm around Y/N2’s cock.

“Ohhh my goddd!”

Y/N2 exclaims loudly, his eyes wide with amazement as Lisa’s inner walls clench and flutter around him.

Lisa’s back arches, her entire body trembling with the intensity of her release. Waves of ecstasy wash over her as she cries out in blissful abandon, her juices gushing forth to coat our throbbing shafts.

As Lisa’s mind-shattering orgasm continues to wash over her, Y/N2 cannot hold back any longer. He starts thrusting into her relentlessly, chasing his own pleasure without regard for the sensitivity of her climaxing body. Lisa cries out, her nails digging into Y/N2’s back as he fucks her through the aftershocks.

When the final waves of her orgasm finally subside, Lisa playfully scolds Y/N2.

“Hey, you big brute! Couldn’t you have waited until I was done?”

She pouts, but her eyes sparkle with mischief.

“I swear, you boys have no patience.”

Y/N2 kisses Lisa brutally and hungrily, growling against her lips.

“Yes, I have no patience,”

He snarls, before ramming into her pussy with brute force and a relentless pace.

Seeing Y/N2’s primal hunger, I also start going bonkers, pounding Lisa’s tight asshole with wild abandon. Her cries of ecstasy fill the air as we use her body without mercy, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from our shared encounter.

Lisa’s eyes roll back, her mind hazy with the overwhelming sensations. She revels in the feeling of being so thoroughly dominated and stuffed, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around our thrusting cocks.

“Yes, that’s it! Fuck me harder, make me your dirty little slut!”

She moans, her voice dripping with wanton lust.

Y/N2 growls between his relentless thrusts, his voice dripping with dominance.

“That’s right, Lisa, degrade yourself. Tell us how much of a dirty slut you are – how you’re nothing but an object for our desires.”

Lisa’s eyes shine with a mix of lust and submission. she meets Y/N2’s gaze, her voice trembling with wanton need.

“I’m just a filthy whore, a worthless fuck toy for you to use however you please. Please, keep degrading me, make me feel like the pathetic slut I am!”

I groan in approval, pounding her ass even harder in response to her shameless words. The room is filled with obscene sounds of our brutal coupling, punctuated by Lisa’s desperate cries of pleasure.

As the intensity of our intimate encounter reaches a fever pitch, Y/N2 and I reluctantly pull ourselves away from Lisa’s enticing body. We know she has a performance to attend to, and we wouldn’t want to jeopardize her career.

Carefully, we help Lisa to her feet and begin dressing her in the stage outfit, ensuring her upper body is covered and presentable. But we can’t resist the temptation to leave our throbbing cocks exposed, still buried deep within her welcoming holes.

Once we reach the backstage area, we position Lisa on a metal rod, with her ass hanging behind and her glistening pussy on full display. This way, we can continue to use her body as we please, satisfying our carnal desires while she prepares to wow her adoring fans.

Lisa looks up at us with a mix of apprehension and excitement, knowing that she’s at our mercy. But deep down, she relishes the thrill of being so brazenly and publicly used. Her body trembles with anticipation as we retake our positions, ready to claim her once more.

As we continue our relentless assault Lisa’s body, the intensity of our thrusts becomes almost overwhelming. Lisa turns her head back, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I… I can’t handle this much pleasure. Please, slow down, Y/N.”

She pleads, her eyes filled with a mix of ecstasy and discomfort.

Hearing the genuine distress in her voice, I immediately call out to Y/N2.

“I think we should slow down, now! We don’t want to hurt her.”

Y/N2, sensing the shift in the mood, eases up on his pace, allowing Lisa to catch her breath. Though the lust coursing through us is strong, we both know that Lisa’s wellbeing is also necessary. We can’t risk pushing her beyond her limits, no matter how tempting it may be.

Lisa visibly relaxes, her body no longer trembling with the sheer force of our movements. She looks back at me with a grateful smile, silently acknowledging that I’ve put her needs first. In this moment, it’s clear that she’s not just a plaything, but my beloved girlfriend – the centre of my world.

As we slow our pace to accommodate Lisa’s comfort, she suddenly slaps us both playfully.

“Hey, come on now! I’m The Lisa Manoban, you know? You can fuck me harder and faster than this.”

She giggles seductively, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Come on, boys, please be a little harder and faster. Your little slut Lisa needs some good, hard pounding.”

She bites her lip, her voice dropping to a sultry purr.

“But don’t be too fast and hard, okay? I don’t want to break just yet.”

Her words ignite our primal desires once more. With renewed vigor, we begin to thrust into her more force and speed, drawing desperate cries of pleasure from Lisa’s lips. She meets our every stroke, her body undulating in ecstasy as we claim her again and again.

As Y/N2 expresses his desire to climax, I quickly intervene.

“Wait, wait, Y/N2. Let’s do this properly.”

Y/N2 pauses his thrusting, and together we carefully lift Lisa up from the metal rod she was perched on. Positioning ourselves at the entrance of her glistening pussy, I warn her playfully.

“Alright, lily, get ready. Y/N2 and I are going to double-penetrate your pussy, we’re going in at the same time.”

Lisa looks at us with a confident, seductive gaze.

“Bring it on, boys. I can handle it.”

She bites her lip, eagerly anticipating our simultaneous intrusion. With a nod, Y/N2 and I align our throbbing cock at her welcoming entrance. On the count of three, we thrust forward in unison, stretching Lisa’s pussy to its limits as we bury ourselves deep inside her slick, pulsing pussy.

Lisa’s scream of surprise quickly morphs into a desperate moan as Y/N2 and I simultaneously thrust our throbbing cocks into her dripping pussy. Her inner walls clench madly around our invading shafts, desperately trying to accommodate the double penetration.

“Haha, you’re clenching us so hard, lily,”

I tease, earning a playful pout from her.

“Shut up and cum already!”

She huffs, her voice laced with urgency.

“I’m getting late for my performance!”

Despite her feigned annoyance, the wild look in her eyes betrays her true excitement. She rocks her hips, impaling herself deeper on our rigid lengths, chasing the pleasure that threatens to overwhelm her.

The air is this thick with the obscene sounds of our frenzied coupling, but Lisa refuses to let the sensations distract her from her professional obligation. With a determined glint, she urges us on, her body trembling with the effort to hold back her own climax.

“Come on, boys, give me what I need! I don’t have all night,”

She pants, her nails digging into Y/N2’s shoulders as she rides us with wanton abandon.

Y/N2 and I synchronize our movements, creating a steady rhythm where our cocks alternate thrusting into Lisa’s dripping pussy. As my shaft withdraws, Y/N2’s plunges in, filling her to the brim before retreating. We maintain this relentless pace, fucking Lisa with wild hunger, yet holding back our own climaxes for the moment.

Lisa’s eyes are wild with ecstasy, her body trembling with each powerful thrust. She cries out in blissful abandon, her nails digging into Y/N2’s shoulders as she rides us with wanton desperation. The sounds of our coupling echo through the backstage area, but Lisa seems oblivious to anything but the pleasure coursing through her.

“Yes, that’s it! Don’t stop, keep fucking me!”

She moans, her voice dripping with lust. We can tell she’s dangerously close to the edge, but we refuse to her let her fall over just yet. We want to prolong this delicious torment, pushing her to the brink of ecstasy before finally granting her the release she craves.

As Y/N2 abruptly pulls out of her dripping pussy, Lisa looks up at him with a desperate, tense expression.

“What happened? What’s going on?”

Y/N2 smacks her ass cheeks firmly.

“I wouldn’t miss the chance of getting my cock a taste of your famous divine tight ass, even if the world was ending.”

He growls.

Lisa giggles at Y/N2’s eagerness, then turns her attention to me.

Twerking on my cock, she bounces her ass up and down, silently inviting Y/N2 to claim her waiting her asshole. Y/N2 wastes no time, positioning himself at Lisa’s puckered entrance.

With a firm thrust, he buries his throbbing shaft deep inside her tight rear, drawing a sharp gasp from Lisa’s lips. She clenches around him, her body trembling with the sensation of being so thoroughly filled.

“Yes, that’s it! Fuck my ass, you dirty boy,”

Lisa moans, her voice dripping with wanton lust. She grinds her hips, savouring the delicious friction as Y/N2 begins to her relentlessly.

As Y/N2 pounds into Lisa’s tight, clenching ass, he exclaims in amazement.

“Now I understand why you always used to call her the ‘ANAL QUEEN’ whenever we talked, Y/N! Sheesh, Lisa, you have such a tight ass no wonder he gives you that nickname!”

Lisa’s eyebrows furrow, and she turns her head towards me, a playful scolding in her voice.

“You addressed me as the ‘ANAL QUEEN’ to another man? You silly, naughty boy! I’m going to punish you for this, 100%.”

She reaches back and gives my thigh a firm slap, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Tightening her grip on my cock, she begins to ride me and Y/N2 with renewed vigor, determined to make me pay for my indiscretion – though we both know she’s secretly delighted by the moniker.

Y/N2 leans in close to Lisa’s ear, his voice low and ragged as he maintains his punishing thrusts into her tight ass.

“Tell me, Lisa… Do you like getting fucked like this? By your boyfriend and a stranger, you just met?”

Lisa’s eyes flutter closed, a shudder of pure pleasure rippling through her body. She turns her head slightly, locking eyes with Y/N2 as she answers in a sultry whisper.

“Yes, I love it… being used and shared like a common whore. It makes me feel so dirty and alive.”

She clenches her inner muscles, drawing delicious friction from our invading cocks. Throwing her head back, she moans wantonly, uncaring of who might overhear her moans.

“Don’t stop, please… I need you both to use me, to fill me up until I can’t take anymore!”

“Who do you prefer more Lisa? Me or your boyfriend?”

Y/N2’s question hangs in the air, his gaze burning with a mix of curiosity and lust. Lisa pauses, her eyes flitting between the two of us as she considers her answers. After a moment, a coy smile spreads across her lips.

“Hmm, that’s a tough one. You both feel so good inside me, it’s hard to choose.”

She tightens her inner muscles, drawing a groan from each of us.

“But if I had to pick…”

Her voice drops to a sultry whisper.

“I think I prefer my boyfriend’s cock. There’s just something special about the way you fill me up, Y/N.”

With that, she leans in and captured my lips in a searing kiss, her hips rolling in a steady rhythm as she rides us both.

Y/N2 growls, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger.

“Good, because I’m just getting started. I’m going to destroy your ass and make you unable to walk by the time I’m done with you.”

Hearing the intensity in Y/N2’s voice, I lean in and whisper a gentle caution.

“Easy there, boi. Don’t be too harsh – I don’t my lily hurt.”

Lisa looks back at us, her gaze filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She knows Y/N2 is capable of being rough, but she also trusts that we’ll take care of her. With a coy smile, she clenches her inner muscles, drawing a groan from both us.

“Don’t worry, boys. I can handle whatever you dish out,”

She purrs, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“In fact, I’m counting on you to push me to my limits.”

Y/N2’s grip on her hips tightens, and he resumes his punishing thrusts, determined to fulfil Lisa’s desires. I maintain a steadier pace, mindful of her comfort, but equally eager to see how far we can take her before the night is through.

As Y/N2 abruptly removes his cock from Lisa’s tight ass and thrusts it into her pussy alongside mine, he apologizes.

“Sorry about that, I’m just getting really close and I need to dump my load inside you.”

Lisa giggles, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Dump your load, huh? Am I your little cum dumpster now? Hmm, I like the sound of that.”

She flashes us a coy smile, then contorts her face into an exaggerated ahegao expression.

“Come on now, boys. Dump your cum in this, your little cum dumpster Lisa.”

The sensation of our cocks stretching and filling her pussy to the brim send Lisa into a frenzy of pleasure. She clenches down on us, her body trembling as she rides us with wanton abandon. The sound of our flesh slapping together echoes through the backstage area, mingling with Lisa’s desperate moans.

Y/N2 and I feel our climaxes rapidly approaching. With a few more brutal thrusts, we both let out guttural groans as we unleash our pent-up seed deep inside Lisa’s welcoming womb. She cries out in ecstasy, her inner walls milking every last drop from our twitching shafts.

As we begin to withdraw our softening cocks from Lisa’s well-used pussy, she suddenly realizes that we’re still releasing the last spurts of our orgasm. With a look of surprise, she hurriedly and clumsily pushes our shafts back inside her, determined not to waste a single drop.

Y/N2 and I can’t help but chuckle at her adorable desperation. Lisa pouts playfully and scolds us.

“Hey, you two! Why didn’t you stop cumming already? I’m trying to keep it all inside here, you know.”

She grinds her hips, milking the last remnants of our release from our sensitive members. Her inner walls flutter and clench, determined to wring every last bit of our seed from our spent cocks.

“Silly girl,”

I tease, reaching up to caress her flushed cheek.

“You just can’t get enough, can you?”

Lisa giggles, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“What can I say? You boys know how to satisfy your little cum dumpster.”

After a marathon 15-minute orgasm, our spent cocks finally stop pulsing inside Lisa’s well-used pussy. She lets out a satisfied sigh as we withdraw, then turns to playfully scold us.

“Who cums for 15 minutes, huh? Hungry, insatiable, dirty boys?”

She shakes her head in mock exasperation, but the mischievous glint in her eyes betrays her true delight.

As Lisa turns to put on the rest of her outfit, she realized that her pussy is leaking our combined fluids. She sighs, shooting us another playful glare.

“Really, you two? I’m going to be dripping with your cum all through my performance, aren’t i?”

Y/N2 chuckles, admitting that he forgot to bring her panties when we left the dressing room. Lisa rolls her eyes, understanding that we intentionally left them behind, eager to keep her in a state of delicious, messy arousal.

With a resigned yet amused expression, Lisa sets about tidying herself up ass best she can, knowing full well that our potent seed will be seeping from her well-fucked pussy for the duration of her show. The thought of performing in such a debauched state only serves to heighten her excitement, and she can’t wait to take the stage and drive her adoring fans wild.

As Lisa takes the stage, her energy and enthusiasm are palpable. Despite the copious amounts of our combined seed sloshing within her, she performs with her trademark vigor, captivating the audience with her mesmerizing dance moves and powerful vocals.

Throughout her set, Lisa is constantly seen touching her belly, almost as if she’s trying to hold our virile cum inside her.

Whenever the choreography calls for her to squat down, she visibly avoids the motion, no doubt in an effort to prevent out cum from spilling out and betraying her debauched state.

The audience is none the wiser, enthralled by Lisa’s flawless stage presence. But beneath the Venner of professionalism, she’s acutely aware of the simmering arousal and the telltale wetness between her thighs – a delicious reminder of the depraved tryst that preceded her performance.

( A/N - will post the part 5th of the debt series when i reach 400 followers and the last part on 500 followers.😊😊, hope you like this story 😊😊.)

[dumbseee]

dating scandal.

f1 au: in which, you’re a famous k-pop idol, 4th member of the girlgroup blackpink. you’ve never had one dating scandal in your career and fans have praised you for it, but things get complicated when pictures of you and a mysterious guy are posted online.

lando norris x kpop idol!reader

fc: kim jennie.

note: if you’re not familiar with kpop and blackpink, user lalalalisa_m, sooyaa_ and roses_are_rosies are the other members, and yg is their company!

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y/n: been busy xx missing you blinks <3

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fan1: WE MISS YOU TOO Y/N

fan2: pls rest and eat well :(

fan3: my queen is booked and busy

fan4: i love you so much!!

fan5: my queen

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y/n just posted a story!

liked by lalalalisa_m, landonorris, sooyaa_ and 6 792 929 others:

y/n: it’s true. i’m so sorry that you guys have to find out from someone else, i really wanted to announce it with my own words. i’ve been hiding this little guy for a year now, we met at a fashion event and i immediately fell for those gorgeous green eyes, the rest is history. i know that some of you are going to be disappointed in me, but i want you to know that i’ve never been happier than i am right now. i love this guy so much, thank you for being by my side lando norris <3

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lalalalisa_m: AWWWWW SO CUTE

sooyaa_: FINALLY the secret is out

roses_are_rosies: my fav couple <3

landonorris: i am so lucky to be loved by you

fan1: i am so shocked but this is too cute

fan2: wtf…

fan3: well, i didn’t see this coming BUT congrats!

fan4: they look so in love, we must support them!

fan5: why him? you could do so much better…

fan6: @.fan5 fuck off bitch

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landonorris: i am the luckiest man on earth and i know it, why you said yes to be my girlfriend last year is still a mystery to me because you deserve so much better. but i’m not complaining because i don’t see my life without you, if you ever leave my world you’d take the colours of it with you. thank you for loving me y/n, i promise to be worthy of your love.

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y/n: AWWWWW lando i just cried! i love you so much lover boy, and STOP saying that i deserve better, i’ve never been happier

lalalalisa_m: break her heart and i’ll break your legs.

y/n: @.lalalalisa_m LISA WTF

landonorris: @.lalalalisa_m yes maam! 🫡

danielricciardo: idk if this is the cutest thing i’ve ever read or the most disgusting

landonorris: @.danielricciardo fuck off

carlossainz55: who knew lando was a poet?

fan1: WHO SAID LANDO DIDN’T DESERVE Y/N??

fan2: if i see one more hate comment towards them i’ll commit a murder

fan3: i am still in shock but they’re actually so cute

fan4: god i see what you do for others

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[apocalypseornaw]

Very Unexpected

Sam Winchester x Reader

Follow up to Unexpected

Sam has his soul and now his memories back. You've been avoiding what happened between the two of you but with Dean's meddling the two of you finally face it.

You moved through Bobby's safe room, listening to the music flowing from your phone as you did an inventory list for him to see what all was there and what needed to be stocked up. You told yourself you were doing these small tasks to help Bobby but in reality it was to avoid a certain long legged hunter that was upstairs.

Every time you looked at Sam you felt a mixture of guilt and shame. Why hadn't you realized just how wrong he was when you'd spent days sharing a bed with him? Why had you been stupid enough to think it meant something? Of course he never would've crossed that line with you had he not been soulless.

Backing him and Dean on that Arachne hunt and seeing just how many women Sam had bedded in that town alone made you sneak away to the nearest clinic at the first chance. Luckily you tested clean. Why hadn't you at the very least made him use a condom?

What was worse than before when he didn't have the memories of his “gap year” as you and Dean had deemed it, was knowing he had his memories. What must he think of you? Especially considering he hadn't even attempted to mention it.

A few weeks had passed since he got his memories back and Cas healed the crack in his psyche. Unfortunately you and the boys had also started gravitating towards Bobby's any time a hunt wasn't going on so there was a lot of overlap. All of you were welcomed at Bobby's whenever and you loved seeing Dean, he was your best friend but seeing Sam made you feel so much you didn't want to.

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A tap at the open door had you spinning around to face whoever it was. Dean stood just outside the doorway with a small smile “You need any help sweetheart?” You shrugged, he hadn't had an easy time either. He'd lost Lisa and Ben thanks to Samuel Campbell but that was an entirely different story.

“Want to check ammo?” You asked and he nodded “Yes ma'am”

The two of you fell into a silent rhythm and pretty soon the inventory was done and your excuse for avoiding Sam was gone. You stood outside the armory, resharpening a machete and Dean watched you for a second before nodding towards the ceiling “Something wrong between you and Sammy?”

You hung the machete up before cutting your eyes at him “Not that I know of, why?” He leveled you with a look “How many years have I known you? Plus I practically raised him” You shook your head “It's nothing important Dean. I promise. I think I'm just feeling guilty for not telling you he was back sooner”

He nodded but you knew he didn't fully believe you but you also knew he'd let it go for your sake “You know you can tell me right? Want me to kick his ass? Cause I will” you laughed “No ass kicking needed” he grinned “In that case, I was thinking movie night? Pizza and we make him and Bobby watch all the horror movies we love” you felt a smile slipping onto your face “Now you're speaking my language Winchester”

Sam heard you and Dean coming up the stairs and tried to act as if he hadn't been standing at the top of the stairs hoping to catch you alone for a second to talk. That seemed damn near impossible. The only time you weren't glued to Dean or hovering around Bobby was when you went to the bathroom,showered and slept.

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He needed to talk to you about the memories from those days he spent with you in his arms that were driving him insane. From the moment he woke you up with you,Dean and Bobby hovering he'd known from the way you looked at him something had happened between you and him.

Then when that Arachne case had come up and he started connecting the dots of the women he'd slept with he could feel a wall slam up between the two of you and he'd had a feeling then what had happened. The wall came crashing down, memories flooding him of everything he'd done the year he was soulless along with memories of torture from the cage.

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Funny thing was that clinging to the memories of you helped him from getting completely washed under. The way you'd looked at him, the way you felt, fuck the way you'd tasted. It was everything he'd wanted for so long and never gave in to.

Once his memories had been restored and the crack healed he'd hoped you would bring it up, want to talk but instead you'd become scarce. Hell this was the first time in almost a month he and Dean had been at Bobby's with you for longer than a day without you hitting the road.

The two of you made it up to the hallway and you froze when your eyes met his but only for a second before you schooled your features and smiled “Movie night Sam. We're going on a snack run. Any requests?” He shook his head “I'll take whatever”

Dean rolled his eyes “Yeah we know Sammy” you laughed at the underlying joke considering Dean had been giving Sam hell about in his words “All the pent up years came out and he decided to whore it up soulless” if only Dean knew..

“I'll grab something if I think you'll like it” you promised then followed Dean out the door.

You were ordering the pizzas in the kitchen so Dean took the opportunity to bump Sam “What's up with you and her?”

Sam looked towards the kitchen then the stairs where Bobby was in the shower. “They're both busy. Now spill” Sam let out a breath “I don't know” “Bullshit. She tried telling me that. I have to let her by with a few white lies but c'mon man. It's getting hard to be under the same room as you two. Did you have a fight or something?”

“Or something” Sam scoffed and knew the moment Dean's eyes widened “You didn't” Sam groaned burying his face in his hands “I did. About five months after the fight between Lucifer and Michael”

Dean was quiet so Sam cut his eyes up at him. After a minute Dean shrugged “How was it?” “DUDE” they both glanced back towards the kitchen at Sam's outburst but you were still talking to the pizza place.

Dean looked back at Sam “You've had a thing for her for years. Oh she's so beautiful. She's such an amazing hunter. She's so smart. What's the issue?” Sam scrubbed a hand down his face “I spent three days fucking her around the same time I fucked my way through a town?”

Dean grimaced “Shit, wait three days? Didn't know ya had it in ya Sammy” he almost looked proud but then he looked back towards the kitchen “I've been making jokes” Sam nodded and Dean grimaced again “Fix it. Talk to her. We're all we got. We can't lose anyone else”

After the pizza was delivered Bobby ate then went to bed leaving you, Sam and Dean in the living room. You were curled up on one corner of the couch with your legs across Dean's lap as you watched nightmare on Elm Street.

Sam was in Bobby's recliner and didn't really seem to be paying attention to the movie but you could feel his eyes on you every now and then.

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After two movies Sam stood up “I'm heading up” you looked from him to Dean “What about you?” Dean shrugged “We got two more movies sweetheart. They always tap first”

You both bid Sam goodnight then Dean started Candyman. After a few minutes he paused it and laid a hand on your ankles “Can we talk?” You raised an eyebrow “You're currently talking” he gave you that look so you grinned “Sorry. Go ahead”

He tilted his head, his jaw clenching and you knew he was trying to think of a way to approach whatever it was. You kicked your legs against his lightly “Just talk” he looked towards the stairs “He told me”

It took you just a minute to register before you were pulling the hoodie you had on up to cover your face, a groan escaping you “Why did he tell you? It's not that big a deal. We had sex a couple times. That was apparently nothing to him during that time”

Dean moved to pull the hoodie down so he could see your face “Ever think maybe you were before Arachne town? Or ever think maybe he had a thing for you before then?” You shook your head slowly “No, he didn't Dean. I mean yeah we kissed a couple times but that was it. What happened between us with him not having his soul…it was like a supernatural mickie. He didn't want me he just wanted a release”

“Or being soulless meant he wasn't worried you'd turn him down” you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth and chewed it for breath before releasing it all the while really letting his words sink in. He never lied to spare your feelings. That was why you two were so close. “When did you get smart Winchester?” He laughed “Oh I just act this way sweetheart. Now please talk to him, he's doing that pouty thing and it's pathetic”

“Now?” You asked and he nodded “I'd bet clearing bodies solo on the next hunt he's still up” you shrugged “You're on” and shook his hand before throwing your legs off his lap and heading for the stairs.

Sam laid across the bed, staring up at the ceiling fan as it slowly moved around. You would barely talk to him, no matter the fake smiles and niceties he knew was your effort to appear to act normal. He had no idea how to fix this if you wouldn't be alone around him.

He heard someone step on the creaky board in the hallway right before there was a knock on the door. “Yeah Dean?” He called out expecting his older brother to pop his head in but when the door cracked open your face came into view “Can I come in Sam?”

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Sam's eyes widened and you saw about a thousand emotions flash through them as he sat up, throwing his long legs off the bed. “Yeah, um sure, of course”

You gave him a slight smile as you shut the door behind you and walked over to the steamer trunk that was next to the bed and sat on it to face him. Once you were sitting down he ran a hand through his hair, something you knew was a nervous thing.

“Something wrong?” He asked after a breath. You slowly raised your eyes to meet his and smiled a bit more genuine “I think you know what's wrong. The damn elephant in the room is just going to keep growing if we don't talk about it”

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Ok, this was it. You, talking to him about what happened. So many different worries went through his mind at once. What if you hated him? It was clear you regretted it. A flash of you underneath him, body nearly folded in half as he slammed into you went through his mind and a brand new worry took front and center. What if he had hurt you?

He was a bigger guy, in strength and other areas as well. Fuck, why hadn't he considered that before now? He looked down at his hands, staring at them and god help his traitorous brain all he could think about was how they'd looked on your body, wrapped around your neck.

“Please tell me I didn't hurt you” he finally spoke. When he slowly raised his gaze you were watching him, a look of confusion on your beautiful face before you laughed, a short bark of a sound “You mean physically? God no Sam. Even soulless you asked before you did anything and checked in with me more than once to make sure I was enjoying myself”

That was a relief but you'd said no to physically meaning he had indeed hurt you. You took a deep breath before continuing “Mentally it messed me up. I wanted to believe it meant more to you than it did. Years of wanting you… then came having to hide it so I wasn't the scratch at the wall then Arachne town happened and I was slapped in the face with the reality that it'd truly just been sex to you. Amazing, mind blowing, toe curling, wet dream inspiring sex but still just that”

“Mind blowing huh?” He teased and you rolled your eyes, a smirk slipping onto his face “Of course that's what you'd hear out of that” he patted the bed next to him “Come here, please”

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You took a deep breath then walked over to sit next to Sam, leaving enough room you could turn to face him with your legs tucked under you. You picked at the little ducks that were on your lounge pants, funnily enough you'd stolen them from Dean's laundry basket.

One of his larger hands came to cover yours and the other went to your chin, forcing your head back very gently so you had to look him in the eyes “Can I be completely honest?” You nodded “Sam, you've been my friend for years just tell me”

He smiled “Those three days were the best of my life. Those memories kept the ones from the cage from winning out. I've wanted you for years, you're beautiful and an amazing hunter and everything I could ever want in a woman”

“Everything?” You asked with a small smile and he nodded “Everything” his eyes slipped down to your lips then back up “It meant something to me too. I don't care who else I slept with when I was soulless, you're the one I would want to spend the rest of my life with. You're the one who knows me inside and out. You're the one who has been a constant in mine and Dean's lives. Always popping up when we need you and I know had we not lied to get you on the other coast you would've been front row fighting against Lucifer and Michael too. You're sitting here in ducky pajamas and a scooby doo shirt and it's taking every ounce of strength I have to not kiss you right now”

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You couldn't believe your ears. It was everything you'd wanted him to say and more. “Are you sure?” You asked and he dropped his head forward, pressing his forehead against yours “Baby what can I do to prove it to you?” “Kiss me” you whispered and that was all it took.

He surged forward, cupping your face in his hands as his lips met yours. The kiss was bruising and hungry, the gentleness of his confession overwhelmed by the want you both felt for each other, memories of the nights spent in each other's arms charging the kiss.

Once the need for air pushed you away from each other he kissed down your jaw, turning your neck to give him access to more skin. His hands moved to your hips tugging forward until you crawled into his lap, straddling him.

The grip on your hips tightened as he pulled you down against him, rolling his hips so you could feel just what a kiss had done to him. He leaned back to look up at you,keeping one hand on your hip he used the other to push your hair back out of your face “Those other women were after you. When I woke up and you were gone I wanted to chase after you but Samuel was there and even soulless I knew I didn't want you anywhere around that man. It's been torture being so damn close to you and not being able to touch you, seeing you so relaxed around Dean and so tense around me. If you'll give me a chance, give us a chance I can be a good man. I can love you and protect you and never let those doubts worm their way into your head again”

You bit your lip and for a moment wanted to make him wonder but your resilience was only so strong. “I can give us a chance” the smile he gave you was so damn gorgeous it made your heart flip. You rolled your hips down against his and smiled innocently when his eyes got darker “We're at Bobby's. Dean's downstairs”

“Then I guess that's your job to keep me quiet then huh?” He grinned at your words “That you asking me for something princess?” Any other person would've gotten hit for calling you princess but from Sam? Christ it made heat roll through you “Lock the door and show me you want me”

He groaned lightly and moved you from his lap. Before you could blink he'd locked the door and was back at the bed, kneeling next to it and pulling you towards him. “I'm gonna make you feel good sweetheart but no matter how much I love the way you sound we gotta be quiet. If you get too loud I can't make you come”

You clenched your thighs together at his words. Fuck, the effect this man had on you. “That ok baby?” You nodded and he shook his head, hands on the waistband of your lounge pants “Words baby” “I'll be quiet Sam I promise” he grinned “Let's see if you can keep that promise"

[beevean]

You know, the funniest thing about how the games treat Dracula compared to the show is that the former have no less than four foils for our villain! To really hammer in the point that dude chose to be a bastard when he could have not!

Alucard also lost Lisa - he watched her die, he listened to her last words, and by all account it was a slow, painful death. He could have been angry towards the mob who unfairly put his mother through such a terrible death. Instead, accepting Lisa's final message, he chose to protect humanity from his father's fury, and kill him over and over which causes him so much internal turmoil that he'd rather sleep his life away.

Soma discovered that his fate was to become the Dark Lord. He simply refused. In fact, he was scared to become the Dark Lord, to the point of making Julius promise that if he lost against Chaos, the vampire hunter would kill him. Soma wants to be a normal human with his friends, and he'll fight to stay so. (worthy of noting that he's the only foil here who can't resist the darkness' call when he sees his beloved die, in DoS: Mina's Talisman can only slow the process down for Arikado to intervene in time. It proves that he really has to struggle to remain as himself)

Hector also was forced to see her beloved be executed in a sham witch trial - deliberately! Isaac deliberately set this up to enrage him to the point of being easily manipulable, and Death deliberately fanned the flames of his anger so that he'd succumb to the Curse and become Dracula. Hector not only directed all of his anger to the only responsible for Rosaly's death, but by the end he pulled back, because he realized that anger was not real, and recognized Isaac as another victim before peacefully moving on.

And Leon also had his fiancée die (see a pattern here), in fact he had to strike the fatal blow, under her request. Mathias honestly believed that because of this, Leon would understand his grief, and also renounce to God. But Leon not only had no intention to forgive Mathias for his cruel plan, he insisted that he'd rather live as a human and honor Sara's final wish, than exist for all eternity all alone, the fate Mathias doomed himself to.

So yes, eventually it almost becomes funny how much the games keep insisting "look at how much of a pathetic loser Dracula is. what a weak bitch. really thinks he's all justified because Wife Died™. Look at all these badasses with Dead Wives™ and how they still do the right thing! lol, dracula. lmao, even."

the virgin "he did nothing wrong 🥺" vs the chad "he did everything wrong and he's a petty manbaby about it". we stan

(ofc there is the heavy implication that Dracula literally cannot move on nor become a better person because of Chaos' influence inside him, which is why his soul had to do a hard reboot in the form of Soma to be freed from the cycle of destruction he stuck himself in. But there is certainly a discussion to be had about how much this affects Dracula's agency and culpability)

[crazyinlovewithbucky]

“My Aphrodite”

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Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky just came back from a 3 weeks mission and he’s never been hornier!!! this is just pure smut with Bucky being a total slut! + You are his goddess and he makes sure you know that.

Warnings: +18 smut, first-person perspective, the entire smut is from YOUR POV, breeding kink, mentions of goddesses and religion, praise kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, riding, a self-conscious reader (if u squint a bit), horny reader, and hornier bucky

A/N: hey babes, I wanna mention again that English is not my first language so excuse any misspellings or any mistakes. I’m trying my best hehe enjoy :*

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“Fuck, doll you look so pretty when you’re fucked out like that,” Bucky said while he was thrusting in me so hard while he was hugging my legs as he’d placed them above his shoulder. My cunt was very sensitive with the overstimulation as I just coated his length with my cum. I can’t even remember how many times I came tonight. Bucky just came back from a 3 weeks mission and we promised each other we wouldn’t touch ourselves or do anything until we’re reunited again. It’s a silly pact I know but we wanted to have a very crazy over-the-moon sex when he gets back and now we’ve done nothing all day long except for fucking.

“I’m gonna cum bunny, I can’t take it anymore. Fuck” I gasped so hard as I felt his striking hot cum filling me. His cock slipped out from the fast thrusts and it shot his cum on my cunt and my lower stomach. Bucky was a moaning mess already. “You feel so good,” he said between breaths and locked eyes with me. “so fucked out too” he smiled and leaned down and kissed me so hard. he slipped his tongue in and I opened my mouth for him happily. We kept making out passionately and breaking out for seconds just to catch our breaths then continuing again. Kissing each other hungrily, like we would die if we didn’t. I would happily die in his arms and be filled with his cum.

I could feel his cock getting hard again as it was brushing on my thigh and my cunt was already wet and filled with our mixed cum. “I need you bucky,” I said softly between breaths. he lifted his head up and looked me in the eyes. “No bunny, I’m the one who needs you,” he said as he kissed me again.

He got up and was standing now on the foot of the bed, his gaze darkened a bit as his eyes traveled all over my body. I was completely naked with my legs spread out a bit, my cunt was on full display in front of him and I could feel the wetness and mixed cum dripping from it. My hair was a mess, and my stomach and breast were full of love bites and teeth marks from our rough sex two rounds ago. I bit my lip as my gaze went to his length. It was really hard and his head was very red and wide. I remember our first time when I was really paranoid it wouldn’t fit, and my first scream when he bottomed out inside of me for the first time, my cunt was stretching and clenching around his length. No man ever fit me or filled me like Bucky. He was -and is- the perfect fit for me.

I pressed my thighs together for any kind of friction as after a whole day of fucking around, I still wanted him more than ever. he bit his lips at the sight of me pressing my thighs together. He held my ankles and opened my legs widely. His eyes traveled up until they met my eyes. “Have I ever told you that you are a fucking goddess?” his tone was very serious and low. I shook my head slightly as a smile painted my lips. “you are a goddess. a fucking sex icon. a Mona Lisa. a queen” he laid on me again and pushed his cock slowly inside me. Soft moans escaped my lips as I was adjusting to his length again. “Fuck bunny, I don’t know how you are still so tight for me after the day we had. Thought your pussy would be stretched out by now” he groaned while looking at where our bodies are connected and thrusting in and out slowly. I couldn’t stop moaning and I felt a very hot wave striking my body. all I feel is just pure lust. I need him. I need him to keep fucking me. I need his cock to stretch me out. I just need him.

He suddenly stopped thrusting but he was still buried inside me. I didn’t notice that he was staring at me while my head was pulled back on the pillow and my eyes were closed and nothing but moans and soft whispers of his name flying out of my mouth. His eyes were full of something that I couldn’t put my head around it. It’s my first time seeing this look in Bucky’s eyes. First time seeing a man looking at me like this and I can’t even understand the look. I got nervous suddenly and I asked “What’s wrong?” He smiled softly and brushed my hair out of my face and kissed my lips.

“Y/N, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I could seriously worship you” he chuckled and kissed my left cheek as I’m sure now it’s burning red. “you are my goddess. I literally worship you. can’t believe I got so lucky to have an actual goddess underneath me” his lips now moving to my neck and he’s nipping on my sweet spot. “are you my goddess, Y/N?” he lifted his head up and his eyes met mine. “answer me, babe. Are you my goddess?” I nodded and licked my lips as I’m feeling my cunt getting wetter by his praise.

Suddenly, he flipped us over and now I’m on top of him, he held my waist tightly to not let his cock slide out of me and he pulled me down until he was fully in me again. He breathed heavily and looked at me all over again. “Then show me. make me believe in you, goddess. make me believe you are my goddess. Fuck me into believing in you. Fuck me into your religion” His words are making me go crazy that I just couldn’t move. I was literally stunned. No one ever talked to me like this before or even loved me like this before. I’m feeling like I’m in a dream now or I am high. Can’t believe this is actually a reality and Bucky Barnes, the winter solider, the fucking white wolf, is buried deep inside me and saying these sweet words to me. I feel like I’m going to cum just by listening to his words.

“Come on doll, show me your love and admiration. Show me your powers, my goddess. Only you can make me this horny and my cock never calm near you. Only a fucking sex goddess can do that, my Aphrodite” his grip on my waist hardened as he’s now moving my hips and waist back and forth, grinding me on his dick. the friction and movement got us both moaning loud. He kept moving me faster on his cock and I started to pick up the pace and grinding more back and forth. I love how he keeps praising me and telling me I’m his goddess while fucking me now like a sex doll whose just here to please him.

While grinding and moving back and forth on him I started to ride him slowly, moving up and down. Bucky moaned the sluttiest and dirtiest moan I’ve ever heard from him. His eyes shut and he pulled his head back on the pillow and pushed it down. His hands tightened on my hips as my pace started to go faster and now I’m fully jumping on his cock while grinding my hips harder. His moans and screams are as loud as mine are too. “Fuuuuuuuccckkkkk” he growled so loudly and tightened his grip more on my hips, I felt like his hands are going to pierce my skin and leave a permanent mark. I felt his cock twitching so hard inside me and hitting my g spot repeatedly. “Oh, dear goddess-ss - I’m cu-mm FUUUUUCKKK” he screamed loudly as he shot his hot liquid inside me, hitting my cervix and g spot, making me fall off the edge and that tight in my stomach to burst. As much as I was shaking rapidly and can’t breathe but I couldn’t stop jumping on him and continuing fucking myself on his cock.

Bucky started shaking like me from the overstimulation and couldn’t catch his breath too. “Yes goddess, let my cum stick inside you. let me bless your heavenly womb with my babies. we could have the most perfect demigods.” he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him and now our chests are pressed together. “Let me plant my seed inside you, Aphrodite. I bet you’d look so good pregnant with my babies inside you. not to mention, you’d look so fuckable too” he said as his hands slid down to my butt and now he was holding me and moving me on his cock. It feels so good that we can’t even stop. I closed my eyes and buried my head in his neck, I really can’t control my moans or my need for him anymore. “Yeah doll, give me one more orgasm. I know you want to. Give me one more. Don’t fight it” He knew what I needed and he knew my body. Bucky always put my pleasure first and we’ve been together for so long that he really knows what I need and what my body needs. the feeling of needing to feel the heat and pleasure of cumming around his thick hard cock was consuming me and I needed to let go again.

“Fuck baby, I’m going to cum again,” he said groaning and holding my butt so tight while moving me faster on his cock. the sound of my sloppy pussy and his cock fucking in and out of it was deafening as much as our moans. I don’t know what we ate or drank or smoked that made us this horny and needy today or maybe it’s just our love and lust for each other or maybe it’s just we have so much chemistry in sex that we and our bodies just know how to satisfy and please each other. I don’t care what it is but it’s addicting and I don’t wanna stop. never.

I can feel that knot tightening again as I let go with nothing but screams and moans slipping out of my mouth. Bucky followed my screams with groans as he burst again into my cunt. This time we stopped our movements. He was still buried inside me and I was still on top but I didn’t lay on top of him as I gave myself and him some space to catch our breaths. My upper body lay on the bed very close to him as he was laying on his back, eyes shut, chest going up and down breathing heavily. I was laying on my side facing him, staring at how perfect he looked with his hair messed up and sweat on his forehead shining. He opened his eyes and looked at me. We kept staring at each other deeply as we both smiled.

“After that Barnes, you should build me a fucking temple” I giggled and he laughed at my words. “The least I can do for my goddess” he pulled himself closer to me and moved on top. Still having his cock inside me. He kissed me deeply then pulled away and locked eyes with me again. “Congratulations, Aphrodite. I’m now a believer of yours. Could you accept me as your humble servant?” I giggled and nodded. We kissed again then he pulled out slowly, trying not to trigger any other nerve. I stood up and moved to the bathroom. “Hey, where are you going?” he pushed me back again to the bed. “I’m not finished with you yet” he kissed my neck from behind and wrapped his arms around me again.

“Oh my god Bucky, you are becoming a real sex addict now,” I said jokingly with a serious tone. He laughed and held my chin with his hand, turning my head around to face him. “If Jesus himself saw you, I’m sure he’d become a sex addict too” he grinned and then chuckled at how shy I got. This man surely knows how to flirt as much as how to fuck. “As much as I am flattered but I need to use the bathroom” I giggled and jumped out of the bed quickly and ran to the bathroom. I can hear him clearly running behind me like a fucking predator about to catch his prey. I got into the bathroom fast and was about to close the door but he was faster and smashed it open. “BUCKY OH MY GOD” I screamed and laughed at how crazy he looked right now.

“You are not getting anywhere without me, my Aphrodite” he had this devilish smirk on his face as he moved closer. He pulled me up by my thighs and wrapped my legs around his waist. We held very intimidating eye contact for a while until I felt a splash of hot water hitting my skin. I hadn’t noticed that he moved us to the tub and opened the shower. “Ready for some shower sex rounds, doll?” he said against my lips as he pushed his tongue inside my mouth. This is going to be a very very long night.